Zhang Yue's speed is not fast, but he controls it very well, he has been running for so long and his breathing is not messy, and the knife light behind him is chasing very tightly, but he just can't cut him.

The samurai's face was expressionless, like a walking corpse, his knife skills were precise and fast, but he couldn't stand Zhang Yue, the guy with long eyes behind his back, and let him chop happily, but he could only cut off a few black scraps. But he didn't seem to be in a hurry, so he chased after him, his eyes were full of scarlet blood, but he couldn't see his look.

Zhang Yue was running while thinking about countermeasures, he couldn't keep running like this, the buddy behind him was obviously not a person, he seemed to be running easier than himself, just thinking about it, he suddenly felt a chill behind him, Zhang Yue jumped forward, and he could avoid a knife. He secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but there was a little more vigilance in his heart, the speed of the samurai was faster than before.

There was no preparation for this jump, and in a hurry, Zhang Yue couldn't completely stand still, so he simply fell to the ground, facing a cold corpse. Zhang Yue stretched out her hands, hugged her body and rolled around on the ground, just as she lifted the corpse as a shield.

The samurai's sword fell, and the blade slashed, leaving a waterline in the air with raindrops. At first, the waterline was still transparent, but when the blade passed through the corpse, the waterline instantly turned red and sprinkled down, cheapening Zhang Yue's body. Zhang Yue didn't have the heart to care about his image, and after getting a buffer, he immediately jumped up from the ground and ran away.

……

The nurse sat in front of the computer, opened a special website of the Spirit Dao League, and was flipping through the information over and over again. She was looking for the "Zhixin Gym", a little-known small gym. But she seemed a little irritated, and when she swiped the mouse wheel, it was up and down, and the whole page dangled with her actions.

The nurse didn't have the heart to look at it at all, even if she knew that this might be an important clue, it was also a task assigned by Yan Xi herself. Whatever the reason, she had no reason to slack off, but she just couldn't calm down. Rather than using the computer to check information here, she wants to be like Yan Xi, ready to make a move at any time on the spot.

Not only that, Yan Xi's sentence of "what to do, what to do" was like a spell, which made her originally organized brain messed up all of a sudden. She didn't care about Zhang Yue calling her sister, it was purely a more intimate nickname, but she felt a little sad when she thought that this so-called "younger brother" might not be there one day.

"Nurse? How's it going? Any clues? ”

It is Yan Xi's voice, gentle and generous, always full of confidence. It is precisely because of this that so many people are willing to pay for her, including the wet nurse.

"Excuse me, wait." The nurse apologized softly and started checking the information again.

Not long after, Yan Xi received a document on her mobile phone. Yan Xi was not surprised, clicked on the folder and looked at it, a trace of exhaustion flashed on her face. She pulled out her green umbrella and was about to throw it out, when suddenly a few more messages came.

"Stay there and watch out for my brother."

A short sentence, without too much description, but Yan Xi saw the nurse's pretended to be cold and pretty face. Yan Xi smiled: "Are the current royal sisters all tsundere?" She held the umbrella and continued to sit on the threshold, continuing to wait for the familiar Zhang Yue to put down the knife, wipe the blood off her body, and squint at herself.

……

Zhang Yue was very embarrassed, the clothes on her body were already torn, and only a white shirt stained red by blood remained. Running away can save your life, but you can't guarantee that you won't be injured, let alone facing such a red-eyed samurai. He was leaning against the wall, gasping for breath, trying to regain some strength.

This was a rare opportunity, he changed countless directions along the way, with the help of all kinds of natural and non-natural cover, and finally distanced himself from the samurai, with such a respite, he had to cherish it.

Just took a few breaths when a chill came from under his ribs. Zhang Yue reflexively bounced, but the tip of the knife still chased him through the wall, adding a new wound to it. Zhang Yue gritted her teeth, didn't say a word, ran out a few meters with her strength, stepped on the fence erected by the opposite person, jumped up, and jumped directly onto the roof.

The sword light rose, like a white dragon going out to sea, with a fierce momentum, chasing him and slashing him. Zhang Yue stepped on it with both feet, and the tiles crackled and shattered, and Zhang Yue also fell down. Once again, the sword light swooped down. The samurai who was in the air could only watch Zhang Yue's figure disappear into the smoke and dust.

This time, before Zhang Yue could find a place to hide, the chill came from her back again. Zhang Yue picked up a knife on the ground with one kick, held the knife and turned around to slash it. Zhang Yue wanted to run, but this time, he couldn't run, the knife was getting faster and faster, and if he continued to run, he would either die of exhaustion, or be chopped into minced meat halfway. So, he had to choose to face it.

"Running away is the most direct way to avoid death, but when you can't escape, all you have to do is face it. As for whether to attack or defend, it's up to you. ”

The nurse's words echoed in Zhang Yue's ears again, attack? Guard? He had already made a decision on this choice long before that. Just like that training, when Zhang Yue was cornered by the nurse +, she turned around and made the action of crossing her hands in front of her to block the nurse's punch. The final result was that Zhang Yue's hands were broken and she lay in bed for a day.

Zhang Yue was in front of the horizontal knife, facing the bright and flickering knife light, not retreating or evading, blocking the front, and it was quite hard.

Rumble!

With a loud bang, Zhang Yue flew out in response to the sound, and flew out of the air for more than ten meters before falling heavily to the ground, and there was a dense sound of bones shattering from his body. Zhang Yue only felt that his entire body was about to crack, as if the next moment he would be torn apart and become a puddle of minced meat on the ground.

Zhang Yue held the knife and sat up from the ground, wanting to move her body, but found that her nerves seemed to have nothing to do with the muscles at all, and she couldn't even move a finger. He glanced at the knife in his hand and smiled, "It's not broken?" It really looks like what I thought. ”

Zhang Yue remembered the knife that was cut by the samurai not long ago, and the neat and smooth incision is still fresh in his memory.

The warrior looked at Zhang Yue and was stunned for a moment, the scarlet red on his pupils seemed to fluctuate a little, but it was only fleeting. The samurai rushed forward with his sword, and the blade slashed the ground with a splash that was half a man high.

Zhang Yue took a deep breath, stood up from the ground with a knife, and actually met it. A moment ago, he was still dying, and his strength had been exhausted when he sat up, but at this moment, he was like a warrior who was not afraid of danger and faced the murderous sword light.

The blade of the sword is as still as water, this is an insurmountable boundary, cutting off everything, even the sword in the hands of the samurai that kills countless people. The two knives collided, and there was no earth-shattering loud sound just now, only a crisp and soft sound.

Clang!

The samurai's pupils gradually dilated, and the scarlet quietly receded, revealing black pupils, surprised, confused, and all kinds of emotions contained in them. Zhang Yue smiled: "This is the eyes of people." As he spoke, Zhang Yue held the knife and slashed lightly, and a few small iron filings flew up along the trajectory of the stroke, and after a broken blade flipped weakly in the air a few times, it fell to the ground.

This knife, which was full of evil energy, was broken like this, and it was broken by a knife that Zhang Yue picked up casually.

What is there for a samurai without a sword? The samurai looked at the broken blade in his hand, smiled self-deprecatingly, and pushed Zhang Yue away, raising his knife to stab himself in the abdomen. Zhang Yue stepped forward and grabbed the blade, and blood immediately burst out from his palm, he ignored it, but smiled: "Do you Japanese like to commit suicide by seppuku so much?" ”

The knife held by Zhang Yue was like being fixed in the air, and it couldn't be moved in the slightest, and no matter how hard the samurai tried, it was futile.

"Give up, why don't you sit down and talk to me about why you want to kill." Zhang Yue snatched the knife and threw it aside.

The warrior took a few steps back, and some didn't dare to look directly into Zhang Yue's eyes, because they were a pair of black and white pupils, which couldn't be seen, but it always made you feel like you were in control. Under the domination of this feeling, the samurai unconsciously bent down and chose to look up at Zhang Yue.

"Still wondering? After all, this world is just an illusion, and against a person with a true soul, the illusion has little effect in the first place. Moreover, as long as you are firm in your thoughts and not be bewitched by you, this illusion will eventually be broken. Zhang Yue raised her hand, and this village full of corpses gradually faded away with the sound of dripping rain.

Zhang Yue stood on a small black and white pond, a little doll wearing a black and white robe dragged his trouser legs, his facial features wrinkled together, and he wanted to put on a vicious expression, but unfortunately because of the childish face, the so-called ferocity turned into coquettish and awkward. And in front of Zhang Yue, there was a knife, a knife that was constantly bleeding.

"Do you understand now? From the beginning, I didn't feel like I was going to lose to you. However, I didn't expect that a fight with you would make me more sure of the belief I have been strong in all these years. Your kendo may be the name of this gym, "Naoshin". Hit people's hearts directly, and use killing to cut off the darkness of people's hearts. But my sword is "not to kill". ”

The rain stopped, the smell of blood faded, and the purgatory-like village on earth was dissipating, and the samurai were disappearing with it. All that's left in the end is a knife, suspended in the air. The blade is clear and transparent, like a spring rain, and it really doesn't look like a murderous knife. But who would have thought that this knife would not drink the blood of a hundred people.

Zhang Yue's hands were spread out, and the long-lost soul power poured out, pulling him and the knife closer to the soul world. On the black and white pond, the doll is sitting on Zhang Yue's shoulder, caressing Zhang Yue's hair curiously, and touching her bare head from time to time. He may be thinking, what is the black hair on Zhang Yue's head? Why don't you have one?

Zhang Yue naturally didn't pay attention to these strange thoughts, he cared more about the knife in front of him. Perhaps, this is the culprit of this incident.

"I know you're psychic and don't plan to tell me your story?" Zhang Yue asked.

The knife didn't react, just floated there quietly, like a mortal knife. Seeing this, Zhang Yue had no choice but to shrug her shoulders and said with a smile: "Okay, you stay here first, and then tell me when you want to speak." After speaking, he took the doll off his shoulder, pointed to the knife, and said, "Look at the knife, I'll go first, and I'll come to see you when I'm free." ”

Zhang Yue stood up, loosened her shoulders, and the figure gradually faded. The spiritual world is calm again. The doll jumped into the pond, holding the black and white yin and yang fish and frolicking, the pool water splashed, but he did not touch the slightest, one person and two fish had a lot of fun.

Suddenly, a terrible knife roar shattered the harmony. Once again, the blood spread, wanting to engulf the world again. The knife, which had not moved, swung it, and the bright light of the knife pierced through the black and white pool and slashed at the angry doll.

"Wow!"

The doll screamed, grabbed the yin-yang fish and threw it out, and the calm black and white pool also surged. The blood color that was still menacing just now suddenly faded, and it quickly faded, and the sword light was directly shattered by the yin and yang fish. A column of black and white water rushed up, drowning the knife, no matter how the knife struggled and slashed, it didn't work.

For a moment, the knife fell silent. The doll sat on the calm water, her hands clasped to her chest, her little nose cocked high, and a smug smile on her lips. With a wave of his chubby little hand, he summoned the yin-yang fish back, and then stepped on one of them and swam majestically towards the knife.

Just as he was about to show off his stinky fart, a hand lifted him up. The doll looked back and found that Zhang Yue was looking at him with a smile and said, "Okay, I know you're amazing, so leave it to me next." Although the doll was not very reluctant, she nodded obediently, climbed on Zhang Yue's shoulder, and continued to study her hair.

Zhang Yue let him fiddle with his hair, as long as he didn't pull his hair off, he didn't mind. "How? Are you going to say it yourself, or am I going to let you say it? Zhang Yue's pupils gradually changed, black and white, revealing a hint of weirdness.

The blade shook violently, but it was suppressed by the lit black and white runes, and after struggling for a while, the knife was completely quiet. Zhang Yue watched all this calmly, without saying a word, but gave people more pressure.

"I, Mura Rain, the sword name, since the moment of forging, my mission has been to kill."

With a low voice of vicissitudes, the prologue of a story was slowly opened.

……

Japan, at the end of the Edogawa period, the shogun ruled the island nation. The feudal lords enjoy the glory and wealth, and the people at the bottom of the society are unscrupulous to make ends meet, and the huge gap between the rich and the poor makes the country stormy, and the darkness envelops the country, so that the people cannot see hope. At this time, there will always be people who stand up and want to break the darkness, so there is an uprising. This has not made the country rich and strong, but has only made it worse.

In such an era, it is not surprising that many morals are incomprehensible. In a small village, the villagers rose up, and when they were cornered, these usually low-key ordinary people even picked up a katana and became a so-called "samurai", intending to find a way out. What is the light? It's just the benefit of survival.

The rebel army claimed to oppose feudalism and bring freedom to the people, but in this army, it was still the Chunyu family who was responsible for weapon forging that had the final say, and it was not substantially different from the current feudal autocracy. They don't know what true freedom is. They want to be fed and clothed more than freedom.

Chunyu Taizhi, the youngest descendant of the Chunyu family, is also the most powerful forging master in this rebel army. It stands to reason that he deserves the best treatment in the army. But in reality?

"Taizhi, the army is about to meet the government army, and I need to change my knife."

Taiji sat on his knees, dressed in a dusty samurai suit, with an unpleasant musty smell on his body. In front of him was a middle-aged man with a mustache, with long slanted eyes with condescending arrogance, and he sniffed from time to time, hoping that the musty smell would get into his nostrils a little less.

Seeing that Taiji didn't react, the man continued to himself: "I'll give you three months to forge a knife for me just for killing. Not only is it sharp enough to easily penetrate armor and chop through boulders, but it's also hard enough to stay sharp forever, or even sharper and sharper. If there is a knife like this, then I will definitely be able to kill countless enemies in the next war, and truly lead this army. ”

"Father...... I can't do it. Taiji lowered his head and said softly.

The man frowned, raised his hand and slapped him, knocked Taizhi to the ground, and scolded: "Taizhi! I am your father, the leader of this army, and you dare to disobey me? You're a genius forger, and I'm sure you can, right? Remember, you only have three months, and I'm going to see that knife before the war begins. ”

Taiji wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth and the tip of his nose, got up from the ground resignedly, bowed to his father, and hurried away.

He was a genius forger, and since the beginning of the uprising, he has forged weapons that have saved this weak army countless times, especially the katana he forged, which is simply made to kill. These weapons saved the army, but they did not bring him glory and wealth, and it was his father, the man with the mustache, Haruyu Jiro, who really gained wealth and power.

I don't know when it began, but all that was left of his residence was a forge, which burned the flames of the Burner all the time. Every day steel and wood would come in, and all he had to do was lift the hammer and forge a katana for his father to use.

He likes to forge weapons, but he doesn't like forging weapons. When he saw his father, holding his forged katana, cutting off the head of a daimyo, the splattered blood and bulging pupils still came back to his mind to this day. Since then, he has never dared to eat raw meat again, and he faints at the sight of blood. He became the most cowardly man in the army, and even women and children could raise a knife to kill people, and he did not dare to set foot on the battlefield. Because of this, he could only huddle in his own house, in the company of fire and steel all day long.

"A knife just for killing? Isn't the knife, from the moment it was forged, just to kill? Taiji held a freshly forged katana, stared at the white blade, and smiled bitterly. On the body of the knife, his eyes were reflected, bloodshot, and his pupils were dilated, as if he would completely lose his luster in the next moment.

Taiji looked at it for a while, then raised his knife and slashed at the pile of steel beside him. Bang Bang Bang! The continuous sound of impact sounded in Taizhi's house, revealing desolation and unwillingness.

In the blink of an eye, two months had passed, and the forge was full of broken blades. This is the result of a month of Taiji, who has chosen various metals and tried various methods, but has never been able to forge the perfect sword that his father said he had.

"What a joke! It must be sharp, it must be hard, and it must never decay! How could such a knife exist! Taiji pulled out the blade embryo forged by his heart from the flames, and the reddened blade was just like Taiji's mood at the moment, hot and hot, and his anger almost burned his sanity.

It's been two months, and the knives he gave out turned into broken knives and were thrown back. These knives, even if they are not comparable to famous knives, are definitely not ordinary knives, and there is absolutely no problem in killing the enemy in battle, but his father pursues the ultimate perfection, and for this, he even does not hesitate to squeeze the talent of his own son.

Bang!

There was a loud noise, so shocked that Taizhi almost didn't grasp the knife embryo and smashed his own foot. "Who?" Taiji's blood-colored pupils were so thick that he almost stared out of his eyes, and some blood even oozed from the corners of his eyes. It was his father, the middle-aged man with a mustache, who kicked the door.

"It's me, is there a problem?" The man looked at his son condescendingly with a cold face and hands behind his back.

Taiji's hand trembled, the blade in his hand fell off, and he fell to the ground, and the splashed sparks burned his clothes. The sudden flames frightened Taiji's face drastically, and he ripped off his clothes in a panic and threw them into the flames in the forge furnace. Taizhi sat on the ground, still shocked, he looked at the red knife embryo, and was at a loss for a while, and even forgot to call his father who covered the sky with one hand.

"Rubbish! You're good for nothing but forging! Now you can't even forge? It's been two months, and what kind of waste knives have you forged! You can't stand the test of war at all, so what qualifications do you have to live? The more the man spoke, the more excited he became, and he took a step forward, pulled out the katana he was wearing, and aimed the tip of the knife at Taiji's throat.

Taiji opened his mouth and wanted to speak, but when he saw his father's dehumanized pupils, he was silent, because in those eyes, he really saw killing intent. Is a knife, a knife that is only used to kill people, more important than the life of one's own son?

Taiji looked at the knife in his father's hand, the familiar blade, the familiar taste, this is his work, the work he is most proud of and the most disgusted.

"You have a month left, understand?"

"Ming...... Got it. ”

Taiji looked at the steel in front of him, dazed. These are all high-quality steel, but for the current Taizhi, it is tantamount to scrap iron. Because he couldn't forge a knife like that.

"Knives were born to kill, so aren't all knives the same? Sharp, hard, durable, perfect killer knife, how could such a knife exist? Taiji let out a long sigh and leaned against the moldy wall, which had become moldy from the dampness, and the musty smell lingered around him, as if he had also become a moldy wall.