Zhang He looked at Li Guang who was leaving, and a trace of uneasiness welled up in his heart, ghosts, gods, and demons He didn't believe it before, and he didn't say anything, and he was confused

The materialistic thinking of Xiao Acceptance makes it difficult for him to accept the setting of ghosts. But now in this world, it seems that anything strange can be accepted.

"Let's take one step at a time, people die and birds are facing the sky, and they will not die for thousands of years!" Zhang He dispelled the messy thoughts in his mind and walked into his house with Xiangru

Compound.

Zhang He's courtyard is the grandfather's dragon country after the Great Patriotic War after the government award, is a three-into quadrangle, away from the city is a little more quiet, grandfather has four sons and three daughters under his knees, except for Zhang He's father many years ago missing, the rest of the children are in the grandfather's yard, even if they don't live in it, every other one

It's a tradition for their family to come back after a while.

Zhang He stood in the courtyard. Looking at the courtyard that has been repaired several times, I feel a little more at ease, although the days of fighting in the mountains are short, but it also affects the mood, the hotel farce the day before yesterday, in addition to the small lesson of bullying those people, there is also the expansion of oneself after having some strength.

It's like a person who has been practicing martial arts since childhood, and he has long been used to it. Zhang He is different, although he exercises regularly, he is not beyond the scope of normal people. Sudden

The powerful force, the bloody battle of the collapsed three views in the mountains and forests, subtly made Zhang He's hand with a trace of slaughter.

Zhang He and Xiangru sat on the steps, now the sky is still dark, here is not as cold as the northeast, but with the current physique of the two, this cold is nothing. It's like tossing all night, drowsy next to it, and the head is like a chicken pecking rice,

"Huh? Little Lingzi? What are you doing sitting at the door? Let's go in. "Xiao Lingzi is Zhang He's nickname, only the family will call him that, it is Zhang He's little aunt Zhang Ping who entered the door, and looked at the two people sitting at the door in surprise.

"Grandpa isn't about to get up, and he's going to surprise him here." Zhang He smiled, he grew up eating his family's food since he was a child, and every elder in the family regarded him as his own, although sometimes he would ignore Zhang He's feelings when making decisions, but they were all sincerely considered for him.

Zhang Ping pushed the bicycle into the yard, and the age of her forties did not bring too many traces of time to Zhang Ping, especially her figure was not as good as those little girls

Bad. Zhang He looked at the full basket of vegetables in the car, she should have gone to the morning market, she was the kitchen manager at the head of Zhang's house, and the food for more than a dozen people in the family

She has been taking care of them for more than a decade.

"Auntie, what kind of food did you buy today, my friend has a lot of food, don't let him show off the delicious food you made when you arrive." Zhang He helped bring the dishes in, glanced at Xiangru outside the house, and hurriedly beckoned him to come in and sit.

"Don't worry, there is still half a sheep sent by the Li family last time, and I roasted it at noon, it's enough," Zhang Ping looked at Zhang He with a smile, his nephew seemed to be stronger, darker, and seemed to have more inscrutable temperament, but it was always a good change.

Zhang He naturally stopped being polite when he got home, pulled Xiangru into the back room, and prepared to lie down for a while. The early morning of winter is the most sleepy, and the two of them returned to the room and fell asleep hastily wrapped in the quilt. Sleepiness swept over, and after a while, thunder roared in the house.

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A white vastness, I don't know where, the white sky, the white ground, the white makes people panic. Zhang He stood in this pale world with a war knife in his hand.

Who is in the distance? Zhang He saw the figures walking in the distance, and he couldn't see it really, as if he was like a big brother, and there seemed to be a little monk of Jin Chan, and it seemed that there were two sisters and brothers, Li Guang and Li Yunyun...... How did they end up here, and where the hell is this? Zhang He caught up and wanted to ask clearly.

"Hand, out of control." Zhang He in the dream felt that the knife in his hand seemed to be conscious, and his hand did not obey the call, and slashed at his former friend. Liquid squirts from between the neck, still white.

"Is this blood?"

"No!"

Zhang He roared angrily, but he couldn't make a sound, and the friends in front of him appeared one after another, his steps getting faster and faster, catching up with one person after another. The knife in his hand never stopped, and the heads of those friends who lived and died together flew all over the sky, and the sprayed white fell all over Zhang He's body.

"No!"

"No!"

"No!"

Zhang He shouted heartbreakingly, but the voice dissipated in his throat. Zhang He looked at the war knife stained with his friend's blood in his hand, and his heart was full of sadness and misery

Laughing, the knife is horizontal.

"I'm coming!"

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"What the hell are you doing, what the hell are you beating me for!"

It's like covering his face and sleeping well, but his face was suddenly struck, who can stand it. shook Zhang He awake fiercely, and sighed in his heart that he would not sleep with this forced cub in the future.

"Like big brother, you're not dead."

Zhang He looked at the big face in front of him and was pleasantly surprised, and then reacted, he had just had a dream, Khan!

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"What the hell are you doing cursing me to death," Xiangru glanced at him, what kind of dream did this kid have.

"Nothing, nothing." Zhang He smiled embarrassedly, this dream can't be said to Xiangru, it's weird.

It is estimated that it is impossible to fall asleep now, as if simply cleaning up, standing at the door, and breathing in the cold morning air.

"Who is that old man, such a sharp knife technique."

It is like standing at the door, watching Zhang He's grandfather in the yard wielding a big knife, and the red tassels on the knife swaying in the wind, like a flame to burn away all evil.

"What old man, that's my grandfather." Zhang He got dressed and stood side by side with Xiangru. "Let's go, take you to see the style of the Broadsword team back then."

In the courtyard, Zhang He's grandfather was holding a simple big knife in his hand, majestic, there was no self in front of him, no other, only the blood of the invaders in the bloody war of the Great Patriotic War

Cavity.

Thinking of the enemy back then, Zhang Yulin was still a fourteen-year-old doll at that time, the invaders invaded the Dragon Kingdom and committed an unforgivable crime, and at the age of fourteen, he resolutely embarked on the road to protect the mountains and rivers. The knife in his hand was issued when he participated in the broadsword team at that time, there were no spears, cannons, planes and tanks, and with this broadsword, he cut off the heads of more than 4,000 invaders in Xingling Mountain.

"Kill!"

Zhang Yulin in the courtyard put away his knife and stood, the warm-up just now made his blood boil, and the murderous aura in his eyes was awe-inspiring, as if the air in front of him was the enemy of the year, but the unpretentious knife had a thunderous momentum, and the sharp blade was wrapped in a strong wind, making a ghost-like scream.

"Kill!"

The sword light flickered, the tiger was vigorous, this series of knife techniques was honed in the war of blood and fire, Zhang Yulin kept recalling in his mind at the moment, and the roar that he sometimes made was the greatest hatred for the invaders.

"Grandpa, I'm back."

Zhang He saw that his grandfather had finished his morning exercise, so he smiled and handed over a towel to his grandfather to wipe it.

"Yo, the good grandson is back."

Looking at his grandson who had been away from home for many days, Zhang Yulin smiled, and the dense wrinkles were crowded together, and Grandpa Zhang He, who was like a god of war just now, instantly turned into an amiable old man next door. Xiangru followed Zhang He's side and carefully looked at the knife in Zhang Yulin's hand.

"Boy, you're strong."

Zhang Yulin saw that Xiangru beside Zhang He was looking at the knife in his hand, and generously sent the knife to Xiangru's hand.

"Seniors have good knife skills, this is a knife method to kill, this is a knife to kill." Like respectfully pushing the knife back, this kind of knife is spiritual, only in Zhang He

Grandpa's hands can shine, and in his own hands can only be regarded as a well-maintained knife of some age.

Zhang Yulin sat on the chair, rubbing the knife in his hand, since he retired, collecting swords has become his hobby, and the fish intestine sword given to Zhang He was touched from the body of a Sun Country Dazuo who cut off his skull when he participated in the war. For Zhang Yulin, no matter how valuable the collected swords are, they can only be regarded as collectibles, and only the old man in his hand can really be counted as his own treasure.

Grandpa wrapped the knife in a red cloth thinly, turned his head to look at Zhang He, the more he looked, the more satisfied he became, he had only been out for more than a week, and his grandson had a faint momentum, which was really his own species.

"Let's go, my grandson's friend is also my own family, let's have breakfast."

"Yo, the good grandson is back."

Looking at his grandson who had been away from home for many days, Zhang Yulin smiled, and the dense wrinkles were crowded together, and Grandpa Zhang He, who was like a god of war just now, instantly turned into an amiable old man next door. Xiangru followed Zhang He's side and carefully looked at the knife in Zhang Yulin's hand.

"Boy, you're strong."

Zhang Yulin saw that Xiangru beside Zhang He was looking at the knife in his hand, and generously sent the knife to Xiangru's hand.

"Seniors have good knife skills, this is a knife method to kill, this is a knife to kill." Like respectfully pushing the knife back, this kind of knife is spiritual, and it can only shine in the hands of Grandpa Zhang He, and in his own hands it can only be regarded as a well-maintained knife of some age.

Zhang Yulin sat on the chair, rubbing the knife in his hand, since he retired, collecting swords has become his hobby, and the fish intestine sword given to Zhang He was touched from the body of a Sun Country Dazuo who cut off his skull when he participated in the war. For Zhang Yulin, no matter how valuable the collected swords are, they can only be regarded as collectibles, and only the old man in his hand can really be counted as his own treasure.

"Let's go, my grandson's friend is also my own family, let's have breakfast."