Outside, it was raining, making the already small house even more damp, and the heavy humidity was too overwhelming. He felt that every cell in his body was subjected to the gravity of a mountain, and the strength of his body was squeezed away little by little, and even his consciousness gradually sank.

This sleep, Taizhi slept for half a month, he was seriously ill, his body was like a fire, he was already thin, and now he looked like a skeleton wrapped in skin. His breathing weakened every day, and he didn't know when a gust of wind would blow out the only remaining fire of his life.

No one looked for him anymore, not even his father, after making sure that he had no strength to pick up a hammer and pound steel, to urge him to forge his knife, and even his food was cut off. Taiji was abandoned. He didn't feel sad, he even felt a little glad that he could finally leave this chaotic world.

He closed his eyes, feeling the passage of his life, the corners of his mouth unconsciously hooked, and he smiled, this was the second time he had laughed since he began to forge a knife for his father. The first time was when he forged the sword that helped his father become the leader of the army. At that time, he did not think that this knife would make his father completely obsessed with killing, and from then on he would become a murderer dominated by power and wealth.

The knife, his best work to date, gave him his biggest nightmare. Sometimes, he wondered whether the talent he was forging was a gift from God or a prank by the devil. He thought that if he was born in another era, he would definitely not forge weapons, but forge some living utensils, earn a little money, and live a rich life.

It's a pity that these are just fantasies, and now he is entering the last moment of his life, if everything is normal.

Taiji lay quietly, still wearing the dusty clothes, the musty smell was getting stronger and stronger, and he was already rotting. Outside the window, there was a cacophony of talking, more annoying than the sound of the dripping rain.

"I heard that the general is going to marry his daughter-in-law."

"What's the matter, that woman is so beautiful, she should be worthy of someone like the general, and marrying that timid guy is a waste."

“……”

The general wants to marry his own daughter-in-law?

Is it a waste to marry that timid guy?

Taizhi didn't listen much, just these two sentences had already made him take back one foot that had stepped into the ghost gate.

Daughter-in-law? Isn't that his wife? The woman who is as beautiful as a flower, but she has never touched herself. He always thought that his wife was a conservative woman, so he refused to have a relationship with him, it turned out that it was not, but he was too weak, and that woman didn't look down on him at all.

So, why marry me? Taiji was puzzled, and he asked himself repeatedly in his mind, but no one told him the answer. As if all this should be his fate, he should bear such a disaster. Taiji smiled bitterly, tears oozing from the corners of his cracked eyes, mixed with red blood.

He didn't want to care anymore, he wanted to just sleep and sleep. Taiji closed his eyes again, he thought that this closure would be forever, but he began to think about his gains and losses at the last moment. He's calculating, calculating what else he has?

Amazing forging technology? No, with his illness at home, he has long been incapacitated.

A work that has been handed down by yourself? No, it was a symbol of his father's power long ago, and no one remembered his name.

Wife? No, he will soon be his father's wife.

Oh! It turns out that I have nothing left. This sentence was like a spell, squeezing out all the little life potential he had left in an instant. power, for the first time he felt the meaning of the word. Legend has it that before death, it is possible for a person to return to the light and recover his strength in a short time.

Now Taiji is probably in this state, and the unprecedented power is flowing in his limbs, but the aura of death has not decreased, but has become more intense. He knew that he was running out of time, and that there was something he could do to leave something for him before he died.

What to do?

This question only flashed in Taizhi's mind for a second. What else can be done? I don't know anything but forging. Taiji laughed at himself in his heart. He lit the forge and threw a piece of steel into the flames......

I don't know how long it took, a rough knife was held in his hand, the blade was pitted, and the blade was not sharp enough at all, and even a little blunt. This should be the worst knife he has ever forged, but he likes this knife very much, and holding it in his hand makes him have a kind of momentum that he can't open up.

Taiji took the knife and pushed open the door of the forging room. The rain was still falling, and it was gray, so that his vision was a little blurred. He rubbed his eyes, and found that the world in front of him was getting more and more blurry, until at last there was only darkness, darkness that could not be seen in his fingers.

"I'm dead?"

Taiji muttered to himself, his ears hearing his own voice, as if it had tore his throat apart, and it was so hoarse that it was terrifying. Taiji reached out and touched his face, a layer of dry skin, crumpled.

"I'm alive. But I can't see it. ”

Taiji's eyes couldn't be closed anymore, and the eyeballs fell off, leaving only an empty black hole. He didn't bother to pay attention, he still had the strength, he wanted to do something more important. Thinking like this, he didn't seem to feel the horror of the darkness, and ran into the rain without hesitation, and his two eyeballs were flattened by him.

He trotted all the way to his father's bedroom. As soon as he approached, he heard moaning and heavy wheezing from inside the room. Taiji smiled, clenched his knife, kicked the door open, and strode in.

"Father." He called out with a smile, his eyes open without eyeballs.

The man with the mustache looked back and was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat, and the beautiful woman who was wantonly stroked by him in his arms was also frightened, pulling her clothes indiscriminately to cover her seductive body.

"Did you bother you? I'm really sorry. Father, I'm here to bring you a knife, catch it! Taiji laughed and stepped forward, the rough knife in his hand held high, and the pitted blade looked very weird.

After all, the mustachioed man was also a person who had killed the enemy on the battlefield, and he quickly recovered from his fright, and quickly drew the knife he placed beside him to meet him. He was confident that the knife in his hand was the best work of the precious son in front of him, and he had killed countless people, and he would definitely not lose to that shoddy knife.

Clang!

The crisp sound of gold and iron staggering! Taiji has heard it countless times, and he is already too familiar to be familiar with it. He looked at the flying broken blade and grinned, the blunt knife in his hand slashed into his own father's flesh, and he saw that the splattered blood still had some white bone fragments.

He won!

The first time he raised a knife to kill, he won a landslide victory. The blade favored the flesh, the blood splattered, and the impact stimulated his wildness, and the resentment that had been suppressed for I don't know how many years exploded unreservedly at this moment.

This feeling of exhilaration, all of a sudden, fascinated him. He seems to understand the joy of killing, the joy of war. This kind of pleasure of being in control is really addictive.

Taiji held the knife and pressed down fiercely, and the not sharp blade easily cut through the flesh and blood. His father didn't even have time to scream before he was split in half. The face that had been usually high-toed was now split in half, slumped on the ground, and in the middle was a dividing line of blood.

It's funny. Taiji looked at it, and couldn't help laughing, laughing loudly, his throat completely collapsed, and the rolling sound went straight to the sky. He carried the knife, and reflexively slashed at the most ordinary one, straight and straight like the knife in his hand.

Whew!

The seductive delicate body was cut off by the waist, and blood mixed with the intestines flowed all over the ground. The woman's stunned face was facing him, and she was staring at him with a pair of resentful eyes.

That night, the village, which longed for a future of free life, became a purgatory on earth, and a blind warrior walked among the corpses with a blood-stained knife. The rain had been falling for a long time, and it had not stopped, as if it was trying to wash the blood off the knife. But there was so much blood that it could not be washed away.

By dawn, the samurai was dead in the pile of corpses, with a knife on his body, the blade of which was clear and transparent, and still stained with crystal dewdrops. Next to the knife, there is a line of words "knife name, village rain".

……

Zhang Yue looked at the knife in front of him and sighed heavily: "These are the memories left by your master before he died!" ”

"I carry on his legacy and cleanse the world of filth with killing." Murayu said.

Zhang Yue now knows why the blade of the legendary village rain will seep out the rain to wash the blood. What seeped out was not rain at all, but the murderous aura that the village rain had precipitated for a hundred years. This is a cursed knife.

"Have you ever thought that you misunderstood your master's meaning?" Zhang Yue asked.

"Impossible!"

"Maybe Taiji forged you into a blunt knife on purpose at the beginning, he didn't want to kill people at all, he just wanted to use you to beat that bloodthirsty father and vent his resentment for so many years. He probably didn't really think of that much at first. ”

"But ......"

"You forget, your master has never been a war-loving guy."

Murayu was silent, he didn't know how to answer this question, for his master Taiji, he only remembered the demon who was blind in the last time, smiling and walking between blood, severed limbs, and corpses, as for the skinny man who forged it with tears in his eyes, it couldn't remember it clearly.

The conversation did not last long, and in the silence, the village rain gradually dissipated into a wisp of smoke. Zhang Yue was not surprised, this was originally just a clone, and when he ran out of strength, he naturally had to return to his body.

Zhang Yue touched the little bald head of the doll and smiled: "When the doll grows up, you will have hair,"

The doll was very happy to hear this, he touched his head, smiled stupidly, and showed two delicate little silver teeth. Zhang Yue kissed the doll on the face dotingly, and left.

……

The snow at the Zhixin Taoist Temple stopped, and the snow on the ground magically melted, leaving only water stains on the ground. Yan Xi, who noticed the change, smiled, she raised her head, ready to greet her samurai, she thought she would see a calm face, who knew that what appeared in front of her was a blood-red face.

"Wow go!"

Yan Xi was startled, and unceremoniously raised his leg and kicked it. Zhang Yue flashed in time to avoid a tragedy. Yan Xi is now wearing high-heeled boots, and she was kicked in the front, Rao is Zhang Yue's physical fitness is good, and she can't bear it.

"You're going to die? Won't you wipe the blood off your body? Yan Xi scolded angrily.

Zhang Yue realized his situation at this time, when he came out of the spirit world just now, he was still thinking about the village rain, and unconsciously ignored himself.

Zhang Yue said apologetically: "I'm sorry, I forgot." With that, he dropped the knife and hurried away to find a place where he could take a bath.

Yan Xi glanced at Zhang Yuehong's back with disgust, then withdrew his gaze and looked at the knife named Murayu with interest. She squatted down and leaned forward to observe, her face suddenly became wonderful, the pitted blade, the rough and blunt blade, this looked more like an iron rod.

"This is the legendary demon sword? This...... Can you cut people? Yan Xi picked it up, looked at it carefully, waved it with his hand, and finally threw it aside without interest. The gap between this and the demon knife she thought in her heart was too big, so she couldn't accept it.

Not long after, Zhang Yue took a shower, changed into clean clothes and came out. He picked up the village rain and stroked the unsightly blade with some pity. Seeing this, Yan Xi said, "If you like it, you can use it, there is just a weapon in hand." ”

"Well, thank you." Zhang Yue collected the village rain and smiled rarely. Not the kind of official polite laugh, but a real smile.

Yan Xi knew why Zhang Yue was smiling, but she really didn't want Zhang Yue to smile at this time. Because she doesn't like that knife, maybe it's really the legendary demon knife Murayu, but the village rain without murderous aura is just a shoddy knife or a relatively strong iron rod.

Yan Xi stood up, patted the dust on the hem of her skirt, and said, "Let's go, now I can go back and catch up with the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner!" ”

Zhang Yue pointed to the sword tooth that was still unconscious, and said, "What about him?" ”

Yan Xi glanced at him and said, "He is a young man with a second middle school illness, he has a family and parents, so we don't have to worry." Let's go, I'm going to starve. ”

"Xiaoxi, it's not over yet, it's just ...... who fought with me just now"

"I know that the wet nurse's holiday is over."

“…… Well, good. ”

On the outskirts of H City, there is still a barren mountain that has not been developed. However, it is said that the mountain will soon be filled in, and a wealthy merchant intends to build a paper mill here.

These are all later words, on weekdays, no one cares about the barren mountains, but today it is very lively. A middle-aged man leads a group of boys and girls to meditate in the mountains. Everyone has a knife in their lap, not a wooden knife for training, but a knife that kills.

The group was very quiet, and according to the unique law, they breathed in and out, as if they were merging with heaven and earth. But I don't know why, the atmosphere is not peaceful, but a little weird, with a kind of dark tide turbulent taste.

The middle-aged man opened his eyes, he looked up at the sky, and among the thick clouds, there was a delicate figure standing. A one-piece salted fish pajamas, a face full of impatience because of sleepiness, and a pair of delicate and small jade feet...... The appearance of the wet nurse is always so casual.

The nurse yawned and said, "I'm sorry, I'm just here to finish it, and I'll have to go back to catch up on sleep after I finish it, so hurry up." ”

"It's all here, why don't you come down and talk?" The middle-aged man bowed slightly and made a gesture of please.

The nurse shrugged her shoulders and fell from the air, but instead of stepping on the ground, she hung about three inches in the air, and she didn't want to get her feet dirty and have to wash them when she got back. According to her plan, after settling the matter here, she immediately flew home and went to bed without any pause.

The middle-aged man smiled: "It's time to prove that your chance has come, wake up." ”

The man's laughter is loud, with a kind of magic power, which confuses people's hearts and makes people unconsciously attracted to it. The nurse frowned a little irritably, not because of the man's voice, but because of the boys and girls who opened their eyes.

"Good luck with the beautiful lady." The middle-aged man picked up the knife in his lap and got up to leave. The boys and girls who woke up roared angrily, their eyes bloodshot like hungry beasts.

"Tsk, trouble."

The nurse glanced at the boys and girls who surrounded her, her brows furrowed, and her expression became more and more impatient. These people are all human beings, but their minds are manipulated, they can't be beaten, and they can't be killed, and in a sense, they are even more tricky than those powerful demons.

"Ahh

The nurse was thinking about what to do, when a ghost cry suddenly came from behind. I saw a thin little man who was the first to raise a knife and rushed over, and his blood-colored pupils looked quite terrifying. But in the eyes of the nurse, it's just a clown with teeth and claws, and it doesn't work, but it's really disgusting.

The nurse flashed sideways, easily dodging the rough chop. The impact of this young man was like a fuse, and a string of artillery battles rang out in an instant. The boys and girls roared and rushed forward, with a kind of pride when the bad young people gathered to fight.

The nurse shook her head helplessly, jumping and moving in the dense knife light, stunned that she didn't get the slightest attack. This coquettish move is really a beautiful dance. can make the dodge an artistic effect.,Look at the entire mirror division.,It's the nurse alone.。

But it's a bit of a hassle to get out of the encirclement. As I said earlier, wet nurses can't do anything to humans, which is expressly forbidden in the Spirit Dao Alliance. And if the nurse wanted to flash the knife light and squeeze out of the crowd, she failed several times. Seeing that the middle-aged man was gone, the nurse was a little anxious.

In this hurry, the nurse habitually flew into the air, leaving those swords and crazy boys and girls far behind. Standing in the air, the nurse suddenly said in her heart: Yes, I can fly......

While complaining about her stupid behavior of suddenly short-circuiting, the nurse drove at full speed and chased after the middle-aged man who left. After a while, the nurse caught him at the foot of the mountain.

The nurse had a cold face, accelerated and landed in front of the man, blocking his way.

"You...... How could it be so fast. The man was a little surprised.

The nurse shook her head and said, "Silly, right? Sister, I can fly! After saying that, the nurse also flew into the sky, landed again, and repeated this action three times.

The middle-aged man looked at the nurse with a calm face and asked, "Then why did it take you so long?" ”

"You're done."

"Not necessarily."

The man turned sideways slightly, held the knife in both hands to the top of his eyebrows, lunged forward with his right foot, and fixed his gaze on the nurse along the tip of the knife. Being stared at like that is like a knife in your throat could kill you at any time.

The nurse also felt uncomfortable, but that was because she was tired of looking at it. And this kind of move that obviously requires charging energy is too much of a waste of time. She's always liked to be instantaneous.

As she thought about it, the man finally moved.

In the first moment, the knife came out and the person moved. In the second moment, the knife arrived. In the third moment, the knife and the person flew in front of the nurse's eyes, and all the power fell into the air, and the overflowing murderous aura tore the ground into a thick crack.

"What's going on...... I should ......," the man stared at the air in front of the tip of the knife. Before the knife was drawn, he had clearly seen the blade pass through the nurse's head, but the next moment, the nurse's figure disappeared, and all that was left was air.

The nurse stood beside him and said, "The murderous aura is too heavy, and it is easy to expose the intent of the attack." Even my stupid brother knows this. You call yourself a kendo master, but you don't even know? ”

"That's it?" The man said, his hand shaking a little.

The nurse said, "What else? The enemy knows where you're cutting, so naturally they have a lot of time to react and even dig a hole for you, just like now. After speaking, the nurse's hand was on the man's neck, and with a gentle pinch, a crisp cracking sound sounded, and the man fell down in response, with a painful expression.

Looking at the man who couldn't move, the nurse sighed: "But you can't be blamed for this, murderous energy is what you rely on to survive, and naturally the heavier the better." But I'm sorry, but this time, your murderous anger is going to hurt yourself. ”

"Let's do it as soon as possible. It's a pity that I didn't inherit my master's legacy! The man gritted his teeth and lowered his head reluctantly, as if he wanted to bury his head deep in the dirt.

The nurse pointed to the back of the man's head and said, "Are you so sure that you have done the right thing all these years?" Perhaps, your master didn't think so at all. When you go down, ask him about it. ”

Burst!

The man shook and slowly dissipated under the nurse's fingers. On the mountain, the group of dazed young men and girls fell one after another, and a wisp of blood-colored breath floated away from the center of their eyebrows.

"Finish the day, go home and sleep. Mom, I'm sleepy. "This year's winter may be the coldest winter in H City in the past 100 years, just look at the sleet floating outside the window. This kind of weather makes this year a little less lively and a little more cold.

Yan Xi wrapped in the quilt, sat by the window of the bedroom, and gently breathed hot air at the window. The gas condensed into a mist on the window when it was cold, and the slender jade fingers were gently outlined, drawing a big crying face on the mist. is like Yan Xi's aggrieved expression at this time.