The autumn breeze is cool, and Naner's knife is even cooler.

At the door of Sima's house stood two young swordsmen with sharp blades in their arms, they were both well-known knife masters in the rivers and lakes, a long knife in hand, killing people was as simple as killing chickens.

But today, they saw the real knife technique.

They saw Nanji coming over.

I saw him draw his sword.

Then I saw my headless body still standing in place.

It seemed that just a gust of autumn wind blew, and the heads on the necks of the two of them automatically detached from their necks and fell to the ground.

Knock knock, knock, four sounds.

Two were the sound of human heads falling to the ground, and two were the sound of the long knives in their arms breaking.

A swordsman, the knife is his own life.

If the knife is broken, the life will naturally be gone.

Nan Er raised his head and stared at the plaque hanging high above the gate, on which two big characters were written in vigorous and powerful strokes: "Sima".

Once upon a time, these two words should have been "Nangong".

It was his former home, and now it is the home of his enemies.

His entire family was wiped out more than a decade ago, and now he wants these enemies to pay the same price.

"Kill."

Nanji's voice was hoarse, and his voice was so low that only he could hear it.

Step in, enter the door, swing a knife.

For a moment, it was very quiet.

The first reaction of all the people who found Nan Er coming in was to touch the blade on his waist, and then when the knife was not even pulled out, it ran out of breath.

He walked all the way, and along the way, someone fell.

Obviously, there was singing and dancing in the hall, but Nan Er didn't choose to go there, but deliberately bypassed the hall and went to the back house.

He came tonight to take revenge, but not to seek revenge on Sima Qingfeng and Chu Tianba, but to seek revenge on all the people of the Sima family and the Chu family.

Sima Chunlei, who was toasting in the house, suddenly raised his head, he glanced outside the house, but found no clues.

I wanted to go out to have a look, but I was stopped by relatives and friends.

Sima Chunlei looked back at his father Sima Qingfeng, whose hair had turned gray, with some urgency, who should have misunderstood what he meant, and shook his head lightly.

Chu Tianba, who was drunk on the side, was still holding on, and he had to give everyone a drink, and Sima Chunlei could only accompany him.

Nan Er's footsteps didn't stop, and he walked to the door of the east courtyard by ghost.

I have been with my brother since I was a child, and I don't know how many times I have been to this east courtyard, but now when I come to the door again, I find that everything has changed.

Yes, even the owner of this yard has changed, how can the furnishings in the yard remain the same.

He hadn't intended to stay, but suddenly he heard a strange grinding sound, like the sound of a piece of cloth rubbing the ground.

The sound came from the kennel at the entrance of the East Courtyard.

Nanji raised the knife in his hand.

Even if it was a watchdog raised by Sima's family, he would not let it live.

Tonight, it is destined that Sima's family will not be left behind.

But with the sound, it was not a dog that staggered out of the kennel, but a man with a broken hand and foot.

The moon tonight is big, round, and bright.

The knife in Nan's second hand began to tremble, and this was the first time he couldn't swing the knife in his hand since he entered the gate of Sima's house.

The moonlight is white, and the sword light is also white.

The man who had been raised like a watchdog for more than ten years struggled to sit up straight on the ground, and then smiled at Nanji, who was stunned.

Nan Er's eyes instantly turned red, and tears from the corners of his eyes flowed down with blood.

More than ten years ago, whenever he was greedy for fun and returned late, his own brother Nangong No. 1 always leaned on the door frame of the East Courtyard like this, looking at him with a smile on his eyebrows.

"Second brother, where did you go naughty again?"

The words of the eldest brother are still in my ears.

After more than ten years of inhuman treatment, no one can compare the existence of this half-human and half-ghost in front of him with the high-spirited Nangong No. 1 back then.

But Nan Er is his own brother, and the brothers are related by blood, how can they not recognize him.

Nanji put down the knife in his hand, and he fell to his knees with a pop, and hugged the person in front of him into his own bad.

He wanted to cry loudly, just like crying to his brother after being wronged every time he was a child.

But he couldn't cry.

His mouth was wide open, but he couldn't make a sound in his throat, and tears mixed with blood poured down, wetting the clothes of the two people who were hugging each other tightly.

Nangong Yi smiled at the corner of his mouth, and rested his chin on his younger brother's shoulder, and Nanji also liked to rest his chin on his shoulder in the past.

Her mother left early, and her brother didn't have time to see her.

The head of the Nangong family is busy, and because of the death of his wife, he has become a little withdrawn and difficult to approach.

So Nan Er's childhood was almost spent in Nangong No. 1's arms.

"II...... Brother ......"

Nangong No. 1 has never been crazy.

After he was caught, the Sima family tortured him for a year, just to force out the ancestral forging method of the Nangong family from his mouth, but he didn't say anything about it, and the Sima family repeatedly increased the torture of him.

In the end, he had to pretend to be crazy and stupid, and lived like a dog for more than ten years.

Why?

How many times in the middle of the night dream, when Nangong first cowered in the leaky kennel, thinking back to what he had encountered, he always couldn't help but ask himself why.

Why live like this?

The people of the Nangong family are all dead, so there are not many of them.

Why live?

Nangong No. 1 actually has never had an answer, whenever he is about to lose his hold, he always involuntarily thinks of his younger brother who has escaped.

He held a long black sheath knife that was a head taller than him, and struggled out of the narrow dog hole under the gaze of Nangong No. 1.

Until today, Nangong No. 1 knows what he has persisted for more than ten years, just for today's reunion.

When the younger brother left Nangong's house with a knife, Nangong No. 1 had a premonition that he would definitely come back, and with the anger of avenging the entire Nangong family, he would kill all the enemies here.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......"

Nangong Yi coughed lightly a few times, and he bit his tongue in the arms of his younger brother, who had grown up, and committed suicide by biting his tongue in the calmest way.

He closed his eyes, a wisp of blood running from the corner of his mouth with a smile.

In fact, more than ten years of persistence......

It's just that he still wants to see his brother again.

Nanji heard his brother's cough, and when he hugged his brother's thin body and was about to check on him, he found that he had lost his breath.

Because he died in his brother's arms, Nangong No. 1 not only closed his eyes, but also had a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Ah......h

Nan Erda opened his mouth and squeezed out of his throat and shouted silently.

The bloody tears in the corners of his eyes had dried up, leaving only two dark red marks.

He gently picked up his brother and picked up the reverse knife on the ground in his right hand.

There was a sound of footsteps coming from behind me.

More than a dozen family members with sharp knives surrounded them, and they all showed fierce eyes, and they slashed at Nan Er one after another.

Airplanes!

The light of the moon dances in the air.

The dozen or so martial arts soldiers all fell to the ground one after another, and the incision as smooth as a mirror was terrifying, and they were scared to death before even the blood flowed out for a while.

Nanji felt an inexplicable power surging up from his body, and a pink and white peach blossom gradually bloomed on his cheeks.

The little peach at the beginning is only now really starting to play a role.

Black demonic energy poured out from all over his body, spinning and winding around the indestructible backline knife.

Xia Zhiciao's instilled true qi instilled with the reverse pattern knife can even cut the body of the monster, and the reverse pattern knife that was instilled with demon energy by Nan Er at this time is the same.

Nan Er walked towards his mother's courtyard, and all the blockers he encountered along the way were chopped into minced flesh by the knife qi, and those who were fortunate enough to be stabbed by the long knife turned into a dried corpse as if they had been sucked dry by a monster.

He opened the wooden door of his mother's small courtyard, and the old pomegranate tree in the courtyard had long since dried up to death because no one took care of it, just like the fate of the Nangong family.

Nanji dug a pit under the pomegranate tree with his hands, and then gently put his brother's body in it, and buried it well.

……

Many years ago, a conversation between brothers.

"Brother, why do you say people die?"

The young boy sat on the fork of the branch, and his whimsical little head, not knowing what was going on, suddenly asked such a question.

"Everyone dies, and no one is an exception."

Nangong under the tree felt funny for the first time, his younger brother, who was only a few years old, actually began to think about the issue of life and death.

"Then if one day you die, brother, won't anyone come here to play with me......"

The young man was ignorant, he didn't know what to say and what not to say, as long as he thought of it, he would ask it casually.

"Yes, if my brother dies, he won't be able to come here to look for you......"

Nangong Yi looked at this pomegranate tree, which symbolized the flourishing branches of the Nangong family, and said in a joking tone:

"However, if my brother is really dead. I'll let people bury me here, and as long as you come here in the future, my brother will be there. ”

"Oh...... My brother was so kind to me. ”

The boy just smiled stupidly.

……

Nan Er couldn't shed tears anymore, he could only kneel under the pomegranate tree and kowtow three times, and then stood up with a knife again.

Tonight, there are a lot of damned people.

He could only send them to the eighteen floors of hell one by one.

I don't know why, there are fewer people with knives, but the sound of fighting can be heard in the distance, accompanied by the shouts of people.

Nan Er took one step at a time, this was once his home, and no one was more familiar with the layout of this place than him, so he could walk through all the places and kill everyone he could see.

He didn't stop until he came to this remote and secluded courtyard.

There was no one in the yard, and the maid guarding the door was so frightened that she ran away in panic after seeing Nan Er with a knife.

He heard the cry for help from the woman in the courtyard.

By the flickering lights of the room, he saw the figure of a man rushing towards the door, accompanied by a piercing evil laugh.

Raising the knife, he stabbed through the door panel.

Then, with a slight twist, the door was easily torn into pieces of sawdust.

He looked down and saw her.

After staring at each other for a long time and being speechless, Nan Er touched the purse he had been carrying in his arms, which was given to him by his fiancée who he had only met once more than ten years ago.

In her purse was a cut of her hair.

The woman gave her hair for life.