Ten years of driving the sea cold, the lonely minister here to look at the Chenluan, the frost is full of painstaking blood, sprinkled to the thousand peaks and autumn leaves.

Accompanied by a song by Qi Jiguang in the Ming Dynasty.

I, Gao Chen, and Zhou Shihao strode towards Li Yidao's grave.

I asked Gao Chen to hide not far from Li Yidao's grave, while Zhou Shihao carried the paper figure and came to Li Yidao's grave with me.

I took out the offerings, of course, the executioner's favorite wine.

"Dao Master, junior Yang Xi, with my ignorant little brother, I have come to make amends for you!"

After saying that, I pointed to the paper figure on the ground, and then looked around the grave with the open eye of the sky.

I saw a person standing behind the grave bag, with a stubble on his face, his face was gray, wearing a red horse coat, a long braid, and a ghost-headed knife.

It seems that this person is Li Yidao, and I secretly looked at it in my heart.

"Dao Master, isn't it, as long as I cut three thousand two hundred and twenty-eight knives on my brother, the grievances between you will be written off?"

Li Yidao's face was gloomy and he didn't speak, and after a while he reluctantly nodded.

I took out the paper knife that I had prepared, walked over to the paper man, and coughed dryly.

"Master Dao, you are optimistic, I'm going to go under the knife......"

My voice was very loud, firstly, to let Li Yidao hear, and secondly, to let Gao Chen, who was hiding not far away, prepare.

Every time the paper knife slashed on the paper man's body, Gao Chen, who was not far away, would scream miserably, and cut seven hundred and forty-nine knives like this.

At this time, Li Yidao, who was standing in the distance, suddenly walked up to me and handed me the ghost head knife in his hand: "Here, use me this!"

"Dao Master, are you kidding me again, it is difficult for the Yin Knife to cut the people in the yang world, haven't you heard this sentence before?" I looked at Li Yidao with stubble on his face.

Li Yidao's face was cold-blooded: "The ghost has been working for too long, and the things in the yang world have long been forgotten." ”

I just want to end these three thousand two hundred and twenty-eight as soon as possible.

I continued to hold the paper knife and scratch on the paper figure.

After I made 1,311 strokes on the paper figure, Gao Chen stopped making a sound.

This is something I have agreed with him beforehand.

"Dao Master, you see this person is dead......" I looked at Li Yidao and motioned for me to stop.

"Go on until it's full. Li Yidao looked angry.

"Dao Master, three thousand two hundred and twenty-eight knives, one knife is not bad. I watched Li Yidao let out a long breath.

At this moment, the sky was slightly bright, a few rooster crows, and Li Yidao disappeared.

I thought that things would pass like this, but I didn't expect that this little trick of mine did not hide Li Yidao, who had beheaded countless times in his life.

The next night, I, Zhou Shihao, Gao Chen, and the three of us were discussing all the wonderful times last night.

Suddenly, a dark wind blew and the door opened.

Li Yidao outside the door, carrying the ghost-headed knife, with a terrifying expression and fierce eyes, walked slowly towards the house.

I looked horrified: "Didn't you fool Li Yidao last night?"

"Three guns, what should I do?"

"It's not a big problem......," I motioned to Gao Chen to rest assured.

"You hairy boy, dare to fool Lao Tzu with paper figures, I see you, I don't know how powerful my big knife is!"

After Li Yidao finished speaking viciously, he patted the ghost head knife he was carrying on his shoulder.

I shouted: "Since you don't eat the toast, then don't blame the juniors, turn your face and don't recognize people, the evil master I want to beat you today is scattered......"

"It's up to you?" haha..................

The sound of fighting in the middle of the night is particularly loud, attracting many neighbors who watch the excitement.

Perhaps in their eyes, they only saw a young man who had committed a nervous disorder, with a giant sword in his hand, dancing there.