Yang Forget held the long sword in his hand, but he suddenly felt a pain in his mind like a thunderous blow.

The vision in front of me became dim, as if returning to a certain moment.

When Yang Forget was still lying on the bed and falling asleep, there was already a man with a sword standing beside his bedside. The man secretly seemed to make a rattling sound from gritting his teeth, and stared at the man lying on the bed with a playful smile. He didn't seem to want to solve Yang Forget with just one slash, he wanted to fight like a mouse that didn't have any power to resist, watching the mouse squeak and lose any meaning.

He stepped on the futon with his right foot, Yang Wang's belly, and twisted it hard.

Yang Wang's meridians swelled up all of a sudden, and he sensed that there seemed to be a boulder pressing on him above the dantian, and he woke up in an instant, and grabbed the man and stepped on his feet that seemed to weigh a thousand pounds on the top of his futon.

"Is it comfortable?" The man asked in a sinister way.

"Who are you?"

Yang Forget endured the abdominal pain and asked.

The man added another strength, and he broke off: "Kill your man!" He waved the sword in his hand and pointed at Yang Wang, who was still lifting his feet with his hand on the bed.

"Rub!"

In an instant.

Yang Wang, holding a curved sword, a thin sword, and an iron sword like a wooden branch.

The man was knocked back in his hands, and looked at Yang Forget with an incredible expression.

How did his sword come about? And how can he make a sword? Isn't it rumored that he has never known martial arts?

The sword in Yang Wang's hand was a little bent, he had wrapped this sword tightly in his arms with a white cloth, and just now he struggled to lift the man's feet and rolled himself to the ground, so he quickly pulled out the sword hidden in his arms.

Yang Wang stood up, looked at him, and said, "Didn't you think of it?" ”

This sword was a sword that fell into the mud in a snowstorm and was left behind, and when he ran to the South Mountain to look for the black bear that was shot, he picked it out of the snow, and he carefully put it away and kept it close to his body.

Unexpectedly, the sword of that year actually saved his life.

Yang Forget held his sword horizontally in front of him, and he seemed to say to himself, "I never thought of it either......

The Assassin's sword was in front of him.

Yang forgot to welcome the sword.

The sword in his hand was extremely fast, but he could still see light and shadow in the dim room, and in an instant, it had collided with the assassin's sword a hundred times. He's like a rampaging black bear!

The sound of "rubbing ......" played in the dark like a flute song, and every time the two swords touched, sparks would splash out.

The bed in the room was overturned, and all sorts of items were disrupted, broken, and broken. The assassin's sword was unable to parry, and he was knocked to the ground.

The Assassin fell to his knees, his heart like ashes.

"Why did you kill me?"

"You must die, for the sake of the common people of the world, for the sake of the people of Canglou!"

After the good night.

"Let's go."

Yang Forget said calmly.

The assassin looked up at him in disbelief and said, "If you let me go, I'll kill you anyway!" ”

"I promised a man that I would never kill again." Yang Forget walked up to him and squatted down, just as the light from the window opening could illuminate his eyes, "There are too many people who want to kill me, and you are not alone." ”

The man picked up his sword and walked away, leaving a mess behind.

Yang Forget walked to the window, looked at the bright moon, and spit out a mouthful of blood.

Finally...... His head no longer hurts.

Yang Forget stood there and thought about it, he wanted to find himself in the memories that occasionally surfaced.

He shook his head, but it hurt again, and he forced himself not to think about it.

Yang Forget stepped out of the door, walked to the corner of the street and stood somewhere, looking at the young lady being held up by many people in front of the gate of the dart game, thrown in the air, and catched, and then tossed...... The young lady was very happy and seemed to enjoy the feeling of the stars holding the moon.

He didn't understand whether the hustle and bustle at the moment was worth celebrating, the living corpses that had plagued the countless babies in Jiangcheng were clearly still alive in the world, and there were still countless babies in the world who were missing. Yang Forget thought again, what kind of person is Xu Wenhuai, who is respected by many people as the Lord of the Mansion? How many secrets are still buried in Jiangcheng?

Yang Forget may not know who he is, but his heart has confirmed that he must be a person who is not bad.

Just like last night, when he left the Autumn Mansion, he didn't go to find the young lady, but directly to find the thief who stole the baby.

That night, someone said to him, "You didn't just pick up a sword, a swordsman didn't have a sword." Just like me, I never just sweep the fallen leaves. ”

He has a sword.

Yang forgot what was in his arms, how he wished that someone could tell him what to do, and what was right and what was wrong. Otherwise, what is the point of living?

The cheers of the people in Jiangcheng continued, and Yang Wang still watched calmly.

When the officials hung the plaque of "chivalrous and righteous" above the lobby in the dart bureau, the lord of the government took people to go, and Yang Guan also left, and gradually the people of Jiangcheng who gathered outside the dart bureau also dispersed.

"Woman!" A girl flashed into the dart game, shouted at Yang Xi, who was still standing obsessively under the "chivalrous and righteous" plaque, and saw that she didn't react, so she poked the itch on her waist again, Yang Xi realized that she was dodging, and when she came back to her senses, she looked at the person in front of her with a smile on her face and said, "Swing, you're here!" ”

"Yes, I heard that you have become the heroine of our Jiangcheng, and you are still standing here stupidly for a long time, what are you thinking?" Swinger was dressed in colorful yellow, with a white strip of silk tied around her waist, in a circle, and her tail hung down like a thin and soft little tail dangling in the air. She has a good appearance and a beautiful face, but she is a beautiful girl.

Compared with Yang Xi, he only wore an ordinary crimson shirt. It's not that Yang Xi doesn't like to wear dresses, but he just thinks it's much more convenient to dress.

Yang Xi raised his head and looked at the big plaque above and said solemnly: "I must catch the thief who eats babies!" is worthy of this chivalrous righteousness. ”

Swing blinked her big eyes full of aura, pointed her forehead with her hand, and said, "You don't want to die?" But he saw that Yang Xi's gaze was still fixed on the four big words "chivalrous and righteous".

So, Swing pinched her waist, they have loved to pinch each other's waist two itchy points since they were children, she knows that Yang Xi is extremely afraid of itching.

"You don't have to daydream," she said. ”

Yang Xicai did not show weakness, she reached out and pinched it back while blocking the swing, and the two girls giggled in the lobby of the dart game, like silver bells.

……

It was clearly still the afternoon of late winter, and the sunlight shining down from the sky was already evil, and the strong orange and white light stimulated Wang Jianqing's eyes. He straightened up and walked to the other side where there was a shade of leaves, switched his iron axe to his left hand, and squinted from the protruding boulder on the top of the mountain, and saw the barren and untended fields beneath the mountain.

This is not yet spring, Wang Jianqing's heart is very uncomfortable, these wheat that has just recovered from the winter snow encounter such a strange sun, it is a pity-it is a green patch, but it has to suffer under the scorching sun.

Wang Jianqing jumped off the boulder, replaced the iron axe in his left hand with his slender right hand, picked up the iron axe and slashed at a tall tree. The tall tree had fallen some debris and leaf ash fell between his buns, but its surface was also cut out of a crack, and as the iron axe continued to rise and fall, and the sawdust was constantly brought out, but in a short time, his cloth shoes and hakama legs were covered with sawdust, and the crack that was cut out by the iron axe became bigger and deeper.

The forest birds here have long been frightened away by the trembling of the logging, and the little light holes revealed in the lush branches and leaves are constantly intertwined in Wang Jianqing's back, like countless flashing stars in the dark curtain of the night.

His eyes are also like the night after the stars, and he can take in the vitality of the tall trees, and he can shine a flash. He never cuts down short and weak trees, but only picks this kind of old trees that have lived for a long time and have enough weight, just like the black and white impermanence of wandering in the world to ask for dead corpses and living souls, even if the old trees still have a long life - but there is really no way! It is always necessary to leave a new, long-lived young tree.

Wang Jianqing sweated and picked up the last axe, and the big wood standing high in the woods fell down with a bang, and rested on the oblique branches, as if dying.

He swung an axe to "dissect the corpse", removed the remaining branches and leaves, and cut them into small sections of long wood and piled them in one place. Finally, he tied the iron axe with the stacked long wood with the hemp rope he brought, carried it on his back together, walked down the mountain along the yellow mud path, and roared a song "Eternal Wisp": "Seven-colored silk woven ropes are all wrapped around to worship Changsheng." Eternal life, eternal life, natural and man-made disasters are gone! All go to Xi, all go to Xi, and the longevity is tied to save your life! Stay alive ......"

In the distance of the yellow mud path, among the hills covered with green fields.

A blind Taoist priest cautiously groped his way forward with the cane in his hand, followed by a small Taoist priest. The little Taoist priest was holding an old erhu in his arms, he squinted at the two people fighting on the yellow mud trail below the mountain, and unconsciously stopped, but heard the Taoist priest shouting to him in front: "Don't be lazy, hurry up." ”

"Master, there are two people fighting under the mountain!" The little Taoist priest subconsciously pointed to the foot of the mountain with his hand, and when he looked at the master, he remembered that the master's eyes were no longer visible, so he withdrew his hand.

The Taoist priest stopped, motionless, pursed his lips and smiled: "It's just a pair of crazy men and women in the mortal world." ”

"Master, how do you know that those two are a man and a woman, could it be that your ears can see everything like your eyes?" The little Taoist priest asked in surprise.

The Taoist priest shook his head, but staggered to the young man, and the little Taoist priest hurriedly stepped forward to support the master.

He slowly fell down and sat in the grass under the support of the little Taoist priest, there were insects flying in front of him, the black hair in front of his forehead was shining, and his closed eyes seemed to be looking at a few people on the yellow mud path, and suddenly said: "The Tao is a mortal world with many sorrows, and the bitterness is sweet to taste less." ”

The little Taoist priest handed the erhu to the master knowingly, but the master did not take it as usual.

The Taoist priest raised his head, as if looking at the sky, his eyes were very wide, but there were no beads, it was a terrifying bloodshot, like a blood-red spider web.

The Taoist priest sighed, and he stood up and headed in the direction where the yellow mud path was.

"Master." The little Taoist priest shouted with some concern.

The Taoist priest pointed to the place, and the little Taoist priest followed the master's hope, and he saw the man's sword fall aside and stuck in the yellow mud and dust, a vast sand mist rose with the wind, and the woman carried the long sword on her back and rode on a tall horse, leading several people away.

The yellow dust rolls and when it disperses, people also part.