A hundred years ago, there was a down-and-out scholar named Xia Renjie who lived in the rivers and lakes, once gave up on himself, tasted all the hardships of the world, and was accustomed to seeing the hot and cold state of the world, this person was also open-minded, and later walked out of the haze, taught in an unknown small mountain village, and came to play in the mountains and rivers, chanted poems and painted, and called himself "landscape idler". Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Sitting down with the villagers to drink tea and chatting, the scholar heard that the elderly medicine farmer in the village was bored and said that there was a large area of ruins deep in the mountains, the scale was huge, and any broken pillar could only be surrounded by two people. With curiosity and reverence, the scholar went alone to the deep mountains that the herb pickers were referring to.

Avoiding all kinds of poisonous snakes and beasts, crossing all kinds of mountains and forests, the scholar finally came to the site that the herb picker farmer said, the scholar was dumbfounded, although this place is a broken wall, the roof tiles are damaged, overgrown with weeds, crawling with moss, and even some ruins grow towering trees, a desolate appearance, what kind of glory has been buried here?

There was a tall temple that had collapsed half of it that attracted the attention of the scholar, the scholar was smart, and judged from the clues he had captured that the enemy at that time was bent on destroying the temple, but unfortunately he was strongly resisted, and the temple was about to be destroyed, and suddenly for unknown reasons, the rebels and invaders suddenly disappeared collectively, and even the people and weapons who had already died in battle also disappeared, this was the judgment of the scholar, he himself felt incredible, he couldn't believe it, but it was still such a judgment.

Endless years have passed, where is not covered with moss and weeds, green trees, but the dilapidated temple is not, even the dust seems to be very little, faint light, presumably endless years ago this was the most sacred place in this small city!

The scholar cautiously entered the half-collapsed temple with a pilgrimage mentality, how many years have passed, weeds and moss, wild beasts and poisonous insects have not invaded this half-broken temple, and the two statues of the gods carved from the white boulder have been destroyed, and they can't make out where they are sacred, only that they are a man and a woman.

The two white stone statues are still white and flawless, spotless, faintly emitting white light, very sacred and peaceful, scholars can only look up, make great salutes, pilgrimage like piety, that is a kind of inner inhabitation, inexplicable worship.

There is a broken altar in front of the statue, almost collapsed, the white stone is polished, spotless, there are two pages of gold paper on it that still shine, there is a knife on the paper, so far the cold light is circulating, the knife is powerful. But any weapon will be a little murderous, but the knife in front of him doesn't feel the slightest murderous aura at all, but makes people feel inexplicably peaceful in their hearts.

What kind of knife is the knife? The knife is less than three inches, shaped like a willow leaf, with two double-edged ends, no handle, and as thin as an autumn leaf.

Isn't this like a prismatic dart that is very common in rivers and lakes?

But this is a knife, a flying knife, you say it's a knife, it's a knife!

And in the future, if anyone has seen such a knife, no one will question that this is not a knife.

The scholar picked up two pages of gold paper to read, the text on the paper is ancient, the scholar has had in-depth research, so he knows that a piece of gold paper is a magic skill of the cultivation method, all from the "Shenzhou Zhi Shen Gong Collection", one page records the "small magic method", and the other page records the "flying knife stunt".

The scholar put away two pages of gold paper and a flying knife, solemnly saluted the two statues, and returned to the small mountain village. In less than three years, the scholar has succeeded in training, and if he doesn't shoot his flying knife, he will definitely take people's lives.

The news spreads quickly, and it is not necessarily a good thing to be famous, many people come here to see the scholar's flying knife skills, many of which are masters of the world can not catch his flying knife, so none of the people who have fought with him survived, not that he is easy to kill, but his knife is too domineering, not that he does not know how to be merciful, but that he can't let the flying knife be ashamed, since everyone else has come to the door, how can he deal perfunctorily, his flying knife has become a myth for a while.

The scholar left the small mountain village, after all, he still likes to escape the world, he accepted an apprentice surnamed Yan, the little magic and the flying knife stunt poured into each other, and later the apprentice founded a small sect - the flying knife door, the scholar gave the peerless flying knife to the flying knife door, not for killing, only to kill, the scholar surnamed Xia was enshrined as the ancestor.

In Yan Yun's generation, the number of disciples of the Flying Knife Sect has expanded to more than thirty, the requirements for the disciples of the Flying Knife Sect are extremely strict, the people of the Flying Knife Sect rarely walk around the rivers and lakes, they seem to prefer to escape from the world, they do not seek fame and fortune, they do not want to light the lintel, and the flying knives are not easy to shoot, but they are righteous, they are chivalrous, they are not allowed to see death without saving, and their flying knives are often used to save people.

Flying knives can't be dusty, justice shouldn't be suppressed, and the person who created the flying knife stunt should be a generation of chivalrous warriors! Otherwise, why is that peerless flying knife so peaceful, without the slightest murderous aura.

Yan Yun watched a blue butterfly fly towards the flowers, danced around him, shook his head, and then fluttered away, there were insects chirping loudly, Yan Yun frowned, thinking about something? As if he had encountered some problem? He was almost fifty years old, his hair was still as black as ink, his eyes still had the essence of a young man, he looked like a thirty-year-old prime, and he looked like an elegant person.

A beautiful woman came among the flowers, dressed in green and green clothes, twenty-one or twelve years old, she had a pair of beautiful big eyes, a lovely little mouth, green silk like a waterfall, white and tender skin, slender figure, light steps, and Yan Yun showed a smile on her face when she saw her.

"Daddy," the woman cried, in a voice like a sparrow, very beautiful.

Yan Yun said: "Yu'er, you're here!"

Her name is Yan Hongyu, the only daughter of Yan Yun, the master of the Flying Knife Sect.

Yan Hongyu said: "My daughter came to visit the garden, I didn't expect such a coincidence, my father is also here." ”

Yan Yun looked at her watery daughter lovingly, and suddenly asked, "Yu'er, how are you practicing your flying knife stunt?"

I saw a sudden flash of knife light, like lightning fleeting, the sound of insects stopped at the same time, Yan Yun looked around, only to see a banyan tree more than thirty zhang away one zhang three inches and seven minutes above a small knife, shaped like a willow leaf, no knife handle, as thin as autumn leaves, almost submerged into the trunk, a long-winged song insect was pierced through the chamber, nailed to the tree.

Deep in the bamboo forest, close to the jungle, Shangguan Feifeng caught up with the Holy Mother Yin Ji and the Demon White Mirror, Shangguan Feifeng only asked one sentence: "Why do you hurt my people and burn my pavilion?" Her disciples are her sisters, she treats them like sisters, Phoenix Pavilion is her hard work, is their common home, they used to live there carefree, without quarrel with the world.

Our Lady Yin Ji pulled out the bamboo leaves on her shoulders, blood stained her gorgeous clothes, she gritted her teeth and said, "Because of Zhang Siyu!"

Shangguan Feifeng was stunned and muttered, "Zhang Siyu?"

Our Lady Yin Ji said: "Yes, if you dare to take in the characters on the Demon Demon Killing Order, you are against my Demon Dynasty, and those who oppose my Demon Dynasty can only bring about their own destruction." ”

Shangguan Feifeng's face was cold, and he was angry in his heart, and said: "Where are the domineering rules, is human life so worthless in the eyes of your demons? Is it true that your demons kill people without blinking an eye as they say in the legend?"

The Holy Mother Yin Ji snorted and said, "Those who dare to oppose the Demon Demon Dynasty have only one way to go, and that is death!"

Shangguan Feifeng sneered and said, "You kill people without blinking, you have killed countless people, did you think that one day you might also be killed?"

Seeing the murderous aura in Shangguan Feifeng's eyes, the demonic white mirror felt creepy, and said in his heart: "Today my life is over!"

Our Lady Yin Ji was shocked and said, "You really want to kill me?"

Shangguan Feifeng stood there, like a lady in everyone, very elegant, she nodded affirmatively.

Our Lady Yin Ji was awe-inspiring and said, "Do you really want to go against my demons and hundreds of thousands of people?"

Shangguan Feifeng said lightly: "I don't want to go against anyone, but if someone offends me, I will offend someone." If you send someone to hurt my sister and destroy my Phoenix Pavilion, I will ask you to pay for your life, which is reasonable. ”

Shangguan Feifeng was approaching step by step, his steps were light, and the phoenix red gauze skirt was dragging to the ground, but he didn't stir up a little dust, and the face of the Holy Mother Yin Ji changed, and said, "They are just some subordinates." ”

Shangguan Feifeng Cherry opened his mouth lightly, and said: "The next person is also a person, and the life of the next person is also life, not to mention that I am like a sister with them." ”

The Holy Mother Yin Ji stopped talking, her pupils were contracting, Shangguan Feifeng was getting closer, the Demon Demon White Mirror suddenly flashed in front of Shangguan Feifeng and stopped her, even if he was scared and couldn't do anything about it, he had to keep the Demon Demon Mother, the Demon White Mirror said: "Shangguan Pavilion Master, stop it, kill the Holy Mother, and the entire Demon Demon Dynasty will not let you go." Aren't you really afraid of being hunted down by hundreds of thousands of demons?"

Shangguan Feifeng's footsteps did not stop, when he was about to get close to the white mirror, he slowly stretched out his right palm and shot it towards the demon white mirror, the demon white mirror was horrified, Shangguan Feifeng lightly palmed, the palm wind was everywhere, the demon white mirror suddenly felt as if he had been struck by lightning, he suddenly turned into an arrow off the string, bowed his body and flew straight out, and broke dozens of bamboos, the bamboo was tough, and the demon white mirror flew straight to seventeen or eight zhang away, only to be rebounded by the bamboo outside seventeen or eighteen zhang to the ground, he suddenly vomited out a mouthful of blood, his eyes were black, and he fell down.

The Holy Mother Yin Ji watched the demonic white mirror fall to the ground, and then turned to look at Shangguan Feifeng, there was no longer any spirit in her eyes, and she was only afraid.

At the same time, the Holy Mother Yin Ji's face was gloomy, her eyes flashed like a fox, when she saw that Shangguan Feifeng had reached three feet in front of her, her hands suddenly rose like lightning, and dozens of cold lights shot towards Shangguan Feifeng, such a close distance, such a domineering secret weapon, such a sudden shot, if it was replaced by someone else, even if the martial arts were high, the reaction would inevitably be hit.

Shangguan Feifeng is Shangguan Feifeng after all, when dozens of cold lights burst out in front of her, she flew back, the cold light came so fast, with the sound of breaking the sky, she retreated faster, her body was getting farther and farther away from those cold lights, and suddenly Shangguan Feifeng's red sleeves flicked, and the dozens of cold lights that hit her body suddenly all did not advance but retreated, and retreated sharply backwards, and the castration was much faster than the original momentum. These actions are only a matter of a moment, and they are really slow to write.

The Holy Mother of Yin Ji suddenly saw dozens of cold lights coming back and forth, she was so surprised that her mouth opened wide, her eyes opened wide in fear, and with a muffled snort, dozens of cold lights all fell on her body, dyeing her body red, there were darts, throwing knives, there were hidden arrows, there were flying needles......

The Holy Mother Yin Ji had blood gushing out of her mouth, she didn't seem to be willing to fall down, she took a few steps back, glared at Shangguan Feifeng with resentment in her eyes, and finally she still stood up and fell down.

Shangguan Feifeng no longer looked at the Holy Mother Yin Ji, and when she passed by the Demon Demon White Mirror, she stopped, looked at the motionless Demon Demon White Mirror, and said, "Let me spare your life, what am I afraid of the Demon Dynasty?"

After the breakfast time of the Flying Knife Gate, suddenly all the thirty or so people in the door died violently, and the corpses lying on the ground could be seen everywhere in the Flying Knife Gate, horizontal and vertical, and they could not see any injuries on the outside, and there was not even a drop of blood on the ground, and there was no trace of a fight here.

There are the most people lying in the lobby, and this is usually the place with the most people in the Flying Knife Gate, there are twenty-one or two, and some even fall on the bodies of their companions, which shows that they fell so suddenly.

As he sat down, Yan Yun, the head of the first generation, was motionless, his head was raised to the back of the Nanmu chair, and the shorter person standing in front of him could only see his high chin, his hands naturally drooped, and he could no longer see any vitality.

On the side, Yan's daughter was lying quietly on the table next to him at this time, her beautiful eyes were closed, her eyelashes were curved, her small mouth was still red, the wind was blowing her hair, and she couldn't see any vitality, she was like she was just asleep, seeing her, people preferred that she was just a sleeping beauty.