The past is like a knife, out of the sheath and never returning.

The difference is that before the last moment comes, Zhao Rang's knife is always slashed at others. I didn't expect it to be even more unambiguous when it slashed at itself.

What else can be said to be put down, what is pursued and sought in the end is just a knife into a fast!

Faintly, Zhao Rang heard a buzzing sound from his knife. It's like a lover's gentle whisper, without saying much, just two or three sentences, from the throat to the heart.

The humming lingered for a long time, carrying a unique charm, which reminded Zhao Rang of an old apricot tree in his yard.

Peaches raise people, apricots hurt people, when he was a child, he never ate a bite of apricots on this apricot tree.

It's just that every summer, when he sits in the house where he collects classic books and files, and takes out seventy or eighty books from a mahogany box brushed with tung oil, he always blows the apricot trees with a hot wind, and many remnants float in through the west window and fall to the ground, like snow.

For a "high-ranking family" like the Zhao family, there are not many smart things in the yard, whether it is a servant or a young lady, each behaves steadily and has a degree of words and deeds. This apricot tree is the freest and most enjoyable existence in the family.

Later, Zhao Rang practiced swordsmanship, and this was the first time he ate the apricots that grew from this apricot tree.

When you bite into it, the juice is abundant, but it gives him a "bah" to spit out, it's so sour!

From that moment on, Zhao Rang no longer had any expectations for this lesson, and even had some disgust. So much so that when I sat there and read the classic knife book later, I would close the west window tightly, so that I could neither see the shadows of the trees swaying, nor let the petals fall in.

But somehow, at this moment, Zhao Rang actually remembered this old apricot tree that he had neglected for a long time.

"If I can go back, I will not dislike the sourness of your fruit! I'll be sure to give you some fertilizer, and then pick up a big basket full of them, and eat them one by one! ”

As soon as this thought came to mind, Zhao Rang felt that there was something strange coming from his right arm.

The heartless and ruthless knife seems to be feeding back to him!

The strangeness quickly spread from his right arm to all his limbs.

Gradually, Zhao Rang couldn't feel the existence of the knife in his hand.

If you look at it with your eyes, you will indeed hold it in your hand. But if it was just by feeling, Zhao Rang found that this knife seemed to have become an extension of his arm, fused with his own flesh and blood!

He could feel the emotions of the knife.

That's right, a ring-headed knife made of stainless steel actually has emotions!

This is simply countless times more legendary than the legend of Mr. Storyteller's words at the bottom of the box!

But Zhao Rang just felt it.

This emotion is not complicated, it is very straightforward, the knife is angry!

Extreme anger and a little unwillingness!

It is mourning Zhao and not fighting, and it wants to sink and get lost in this ethereal dream.

Zhao Rang felt a little guilty in his heart, but soon turned into a roar of disappointment!

The knife in his hand roared with him, and Zhao Rang opened his eyes suddenly, seeing that the brilliant sword light was only three inches away from his forehead!

There was no hesitation this time!

His mind moved, and the knife in his hand was like a driving arm, "Dangchang!" Straight and straight into the blade light, stopping it alive.

Zhao Rang looked in the direction of his blade, and he could always see the night outside the courtyard.

The night outside the courtyard was thicker than in the courtyard, and the corridor when he entered, narrow and winding, stretched forward, and he did not know where the end was.

The whole air was filled with a murderous sword aura!

Zhao Rang's already haggard face suddenly burst out with a bright spirit! I saw that his eyes were blazing, and he could overshadow the other party's sword light!

It seems like a long time, but in fact, it is only a moment's work.

Zhao Rang used this moment's kung fu to fight hard and raise his glory, just so that he could bloom the most dazzling brilliance at this moment!

His knife was raised again!

This knife is no longer the one it used to be!

Although its style has not changed at all, it has turned into a part of Zhao Rang's body, and it seems to have flesh and blood, and it has also given birth to emotions and desires.

The desire for the knife is simple, and that is to win!

No matter whether the other party is a mountain, sea or a river, it will be cut off with one sword! Even if it is an untouchable third-grade martial arts master, he has to pick up a few hairs to come down.

The fierce mountain wind passed through the forest, and the sound of Zhao Rang's knife breaking through the air turned into a terrible roar!

The sword light in front of him seemed to feel the difference in Zhao Rang, so he swung it more quickly!

Zhao Rang suddenly jumped high and glanced at it in his hand!

The knife is out, the blood is flying, and the head is falling!

The sword light suddenly dissipated into the night, and the entire courtyard returned to a deathly silence, and only Zhao Rang's heavy gasps could be heard.

This knife just now, although there is only one knife, Zhao Rang feels more tired than three thousand knives!

Because the spirit infused in this knife is almost the superposition of three thousand knives!

Even if Zhao Rang was able to stand still after he had made three thousand swords with all his might, it would be considered good.

At this moment, he felt that his body was a little light from the bottom to the top, like stepping on cotton, and if he was not careful, he would fall and fall on his feet.

He cautiously wanted to take a few steps back, leaning himself against the pillars of the cloister for support. But he forgot that the pillars behind him and the lanterns under the eaves of the cloister had been shattered by the previous sword light.

So Zhao Rang could only stand still, with the knife still across his chest.

But he found that there were two small gaps in the middle of the blade.

If a knife wants to be fast, it is better to have a sharp blade and an armor-piercing cloak. Now that there is a gap in the blade, the speed will naturally be greatly reduced.

In other words, Zhao Rang's knife, even if it can still be used, will never be able to achieve success again!

Zhao Rang touched the blade of the knife with his left hand very lovingly, his lips moved slightly, and his voice was so subtle that no one could hear what he was saying.

After a long time, Zhao Rang was able to withdraw from this kind of sadness that was difficult to be rigorous.

He turned to look at the end of the cloister.

It was lit up like daylight!

Soon, there was a rush of footsteps from Hulala. There is a muffled sound of "dong dong dong" in it, but it can overwhelm everyone!

This should be Ximen Dazhuang, after all, except for him, no one can rely on his own weight to step on the path of bluestone slab Pucheng to make such a momentum.

When he got closer, Zhao Rangcai saw that it was indeed Ximen Dazhuang who took the lead, one left and one right behind him, followed by Ye Sanniang and Yuan Kexin.

Except for Ye Sanniang, the other two were all furious, like a volcano that was about to erupt, capable of devouring everything in the world!

It's just that Zhao Rang's attention is not here.

He saw Simon carrying this thing in his hand.

The distance was far away, and Zhao Rang didn't see it clearly, only then did he see that what he was carrying in his hand was actually a person-Shen Liushu Shen Da Shopkeeper!

At this time, how can Shen Liushu still have a little bit of Tongbao Qianzhuang, and the big shopkeeper of Chagan Toluogai's branch? The beautiful clothes on the body have all become one by one, which can cover the key parts of the body, and it looks no different from being called Hanako.

And his face is even more unsightly......

Not only are his cheeks high and swollen, but even his nose is crooked, but he is also purple, looking like a pig's head stewed in sauce!

Especially outside the left ear, there are still blood stains, which at first glance are caused by a huge external force!

There were still two or three zhang away from Zhao Rang, and Shen Liushu began to cry!

It's a pity that his cheeks are so swollen that it becomes difficult to open his mouth, and his voice is held in his throat, whining, at first glance it sounds like a freshly weaned puppy barking.

"You're not honest!"

Ximen Dazhuang stopped, and slapped Shen Liushu on the top of the head, causing him to roll his eyes and Venus to rise.

But that's it, he still doesn't give up, and his throat is still "whining".

This time Zhao Rang heard clearly!

What Shen Liushu said was:

"Zhao Gongzi...... Help me! ”

These two turned upside down, tossed and turned, spoke quickly and quickly, and when they couldn't open their mouths, they became dogs.

"It's dishonest! It's not honest!! Still dishonest!! ”

Ximen Dazhuang saw that Shen Liushu was still whimpering, and immediately slapped him three times.

His hands are extremely heavy, even if he doesn't use his strength, it is not something that ordinary people can bear.

Zhao Rang had already observed Shen Liushu's breath and pace, and felt that although he had a martial arts foundation, he was not high, he should be a nine-rank martial artist who had just started, and he could not survive an eighth-rank martial artist.

And Ximen Dazhuang's martial arts cultivation is similar to Zhao Rang, but he is not good at blades and likes to use his own brute force.

In the long run, although he has not specialized in cultivating outer kung fu, he is actually not too reckless. With a punch with all his might, not to mention opening the mountain and cracking the rocks, the decision can also break the beams and pillars!

He still saved a lot of strength to deal with Shen Liushu. Otherwise, where would Shen Liushu still have a chance to whimper? A head can beat him three times around his neck!

"Hey!"

Zhao Rang wanted to tell Ximen Dazhuang to stop, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he felt that all the strength in his body seemed to be absorbed, his eyes were black, and he was about to fall forward.

Fortunately, Ye Sanniang's eyes were quick, and she immediately exerted a strong force, dragging Zhao Rang's body and making him slowly sit under the eaves of the corridor that had not been damaged.

With the support of foreign objects, Zhao Rang suddenly felt much more comfortable.

But he still couldn't even utter a complete sentence. He even felt that as long as he opened his mouth, the only remaining spirit would run out, leaving behind a skin bag, no different from the walking dead.

"Sister Fairy! Look at what I'm doing! ”

Ximen Dazhuang cleaned up Shen Liushu can be said to be holding a handle, but he has never seen Zhao Rang so weak, and he is in a hurry! begged Ye Sanniang again and again, and her voice became sharp and thin, as if she was going to cry in the next second!

"Don't worry, it's not a big deal! It's just that the strength is too bad! ”

Ye Sanniang walked behind Zhao Rang as she spoke, and said softly:

"Don't move!"

Then he put the palms of his hands on Zhao Rang's temples, and two streams of pure energy slowly crossed into Zhao Rang's body, making his already chaotic spiritual platform return to clarity.