There are talents from all generations, and they have led the way for hundreds of years.

In his early years, he relied on a cold moon knife alone, and his own cold moon knife method became his own faction, and it was difficult to meet opponents in the rivers and lakes, and the people of the rivers and lakes called it the first knife in the world!

The famous Handaomen is well-known all over the world, but the Shen Mansion in Luoyang is relatively quiet.

Luoyang Mansion southeast about a mile, a bluestone road stretches straight out, both sides of the pine and green, in the cold day it looks vigorous and particularly upright.

At the end of the stone road, there is a huge and magnificent house, the vermilion lacquer iron façade stands in the south, the copper nails inlaid on the door are shining with golden light, the two squatting stone lions on the left and right of the gate are angry and the fangs are lifelike, the stone lion erects a cyan flag with a bowl mouth thick and two zhang high, the words "cold knife Shen" are written on it, the hunting wind is customary, and the green flag is displayed.

Suddenly, the two sides of the vermilion lacquer iron door "creaked" opened, and with a neighing horse, a white horse rushed out of the door.

On the saddle was a handsome young man in a white robe, his face was as white as jade, his eyes were as black as ink, but at the moment he was so anxious that his face turned red, and he shouted at the doorkeeper from afar: "Get out of the way!"

The one guarding the door seemed to be the young master of the house, how dare he ask more, and immediately snatched out two big men "squeak" to open the door, and the young man ignored it, and rushed out like a whirlwind on his horse, and left with a long hiss.

The horse's four hooves galloped and raised a cloud of dust, and in a blink of an eye, there was no shadow, leaving only a string of crisp horses' hooves on the bluestone pavement and gradually moving away.

It wasn't until he came out of Luoyang Mansion to the foot of a mountain that the young man pulled the reins, and the white horse neighed and raised his front hooves and stopped immediately.

The white-clothed young man glanced at a big willow tree at the foot of the mountain, and laughed loudly: "Brother Ruan is here?"

As soon as the young man's words fell, a young man in brocade clothes of similar age jumped from the tree, smiled at him, and said, "Shen Gongzi is really talking, did you bring something?"

"I, Shen Qingcheng, have always done what I say, when have I ever said big words?" The corner of the white-clothed young man's mouth raised a smile, and he took out a small knife from his arms and raised it.

"Haha! I, Ruan Chaoqun, also like to make friends like Shen Gongzi!" The brocade-clothed young man stared at the knife in his hand and asked, "Huh, Brother Shen, could it be that this is the Cold Moon Knife?"

"Can this be fake? There is only one in the whole world, but there is no other number!" Shen Qingcheng raised the knife in his hand and said: "If you don't lose the bet, this son will never show it to others!"

"That's, that's, how can anyone see the first knife in the world?" Ruan Chaoqun said with a smile, his eyes never leaving the treasure knife for a moment.

Shen Qingcheng looked at his expression, and he was quite proud in his heart.

Ruan Chaoqun carefully picked up the Cold Moon Knife, and couldn't help but praise it repeatedly!

This is a small black gold knife, the blade of the knife is only about seven inches long, the handle of the knife is inlaid with gold and silver wire, a hook of eyebrows and the shape of the moon, and in the middle is inlaid with a blue gem, crystal clear, showing its dignity and unusual.

"Oh, I really can't imagine that the Shen Sect Master used this treasure knife to shock the rivers and lakes back then!"

Ruan Chaoqun was so excited that he was about to draw his sword, but Shen Qingcheng hurriedly stopped: "Absolutely not!"

Ruan Chaoqun said strangely: "Why?"

Shen Qingcheng snatched the knife from his hand, and said with a pale expression: "Brother Ruan, don't ask again, in short, you must not draw the knife!"

Ruan Chaoqun was even more strange, and under questioning, Shen Qingcheng said with a straight face: "This Cold Moon Knife is extraordinary, once it is unsheathed, someone will die!"

Who knew that Ruan Chaoqun laughed when he heard this, shook his head at him and said: "I am a good friend of Ruan Mou when I am Shen Gongzi, but it turns out that I can't climb down, so I can't do it!"

Ruan Chaoqun turned around angrily and wanted to leave, but was stopped by Shen Tingcheng, "Brother Ruan, slow down!"

Ruan Chaoqun stopped, but did not look back.

Shen Tingcheng held the knife in one hand, frowned, gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, for the sake of Brother Ruan yesterday to help him draw the knife, I will make an exception!"

Ruan Chaoqun glanced back at him and said with a smile: "If Brother Shen had shown his sword earlier, the little Hou Ye would have been willing to bow down, since Brother Shen agreed, there is no need to be in a hurry today, let's go to the Hou Ye's Mansion tomorrow and try again!"

Shen Qingcheng smiled bitterly and couldn't deny it, but he secretly complained in his heart, and thought to himself: "Today, I have no choice but to hide from my father and secretly bring a knife out of the house, if you let your father know that you still have to peel my skin?

For a while, I was in turmoil.

Ruan Chaoqun saw that he didn't answer and thought that he had acquiesced, so he smiled proudly: "With this Cold Moon Knife, any divine sharp weapon is just broken copper and iron, Brother Shen, tomorrow the Hou Ye Mansion will show our face!"

The two chatted for a while, the sky was getting dark, and there was a faint thunder in the distant sky, Ruan Chaoqun said that there was something important that could not be accompanied, and the two made an appointment to meet here tomorrow, and waved goodbye.

Shen Tingcheng watched him walk away, and then slowly took out the Cold Moon Knife.

His father's words seemed to float in his ears again: "Cheng'er, remember that this Cold Moon Knife is not a last resort, and it must not be unsheathed!"

How many times did he sneak into the secret room to touch the treasure knife, and how many times did an impulsive thought drive him to almost pull out the knife to see what was going on, but he finally held back.

"Because this knife is not only related to the honor and disgrace of my cold knife Shen family, but also related to the safety of the world's martial arts!" his father's words knocked on his heart word by word.

Shen Chengcheng once again overcame his curiosity, and he held the knife in his arms and was about to get on the horse.

Suddenly, I heard a cold voice say faintly: "Since Shen Gongzi has come out, why should he rush back?"

"Who?" said Shen Chengcheng.

Five people slowly walked out of the shadow of the big willow tree.

All dressed in black, with the same grimace mask on his face.

That weird smile is terrifying!

"Who are you, what are you going to do?" Shen Tingcheng shouted as he stared at the uninvited guest in front of him, his voice trembling a little.

One of them sneered and said, "It doesn't matter who we are, the important thing is that the Cold Moon Knife is in your hand!"

Shen Tingcheng's heart couldn't help but tighten, and he immediately understood that these people were coming for the treasure sword, and scolded angrily: "Shameless dog thief, it's just wishful thinking!"

He tightly guarded the sword with both hands, and his body couldn't help but take a step back.

As soon as Shen Tingcheng's words fell, the other two laughed together, and one of them looked at him with his hands and said: "Look, the little deflated calf of the old turtle of Shen Silent Knife will also have some lip work if he is idle on weekdays, and if he practices his one-and-a-half moves, he will not be afraid of becoming like this bear!"

A few words made Shen Chengcheng's face flush.

How noble is this son of the Shen family on weekdays, how can he tolerate such humiliation from others?

Shen Tingcheng was angry and scolded in his heart: "Phew, dog thief, I'll let you see the master's skills today!"

He slowly drew the blade of his sword.

The sword was unsheathed, and a cold light shot out from Leng Sensen, flickering in the darkness!

Cold Moon Knife!

The cold air is like ice, and the shape is like a crescent moon!

The footsteps of the man in black couldn't help but stop.