My name is Ghost Sorrow, and I am a famous magic blade in the rivers and lakes.

The name didn't come out of nowhere.

I also have a strange appearance, resembling a scythe but resembling a long-bladed dagger.

My last two masters used me as a dagger, but my original role was really only a sickle, a tool used to harvest the crops, and to cut the grass and weeds.

Hence my original name "Scythe".

Unlike other people of my kind, I am not gray and dark, but my body is glowing with a faint purple light, like lilac petals.

At first, I thought it was the color that my master had given me, but later I realized that it was the melancholy I was born with.

And my master seems to have died well because of the meaning of this color, at least the first two masters, and as for the third master, he is too young to know what will happen in the future.

Although I am a scythe, I was not born with an ordinary scythe, not only because of my appearance, but also because the person who made me is extraordinary.

He is a well-known casting master Duan Tianzhu in Zhongzhou, yes, it is the master Duan who "craftsmen are ingenious with craftsmen's hands, and casting knives and swords are like heavenly help".

Master Duan is a wonderful person, especially in forging blades, however, there are gains and losses, but Master Duan is ignorant of martial arts practice, although he has worked hard, so in the final analysis, he is still a powerless ordinary person in the rivers and lakes.

In addition, Master Duan's sense of direction is not very good, so he always gets lost when he travels alone, but he always likes to travel alone, because he can gain knowledge and creativity about the blade from the customs and customs of various places.

Fortunately, this master also has a good handicraft, coupled with easy-going, he does not know martial arts, but he does not need to do it himself, there will be a bunch of people on the rivers and lakes who are willing to work for it, he is a road idiot, but he can always meet a kind person to show him the way, and he uses his own craft to help him well-wishers to forge a tool or weapon as a thank you gift.

My birth came from a tenant farmer's kindness to save Master Duan, who had been lost in the mountains and forests and had been hungry for three days.

The honest tenant farmer welcomed Master Duan home and entertained him.

Although the tenant farmer's family was not wealthy, and Master Duan was given some crude food, Master Duan was still grateful.

The tenant farmer's home was simple, with his wife, two young sons and a young daughter, a family of five.

The tenant farmer's livelihood depended on an acre of rice paddies, an old cow, a hoe and a rusty sickle.

So, before Master Duan left, he found the blacksmith shop in the village, took out half of the fine iron he had with him, and made a sickle for the tenant farmer's family, and this sickle was me.

I became a new member of the tenant farmer's family, and the tenant farmer was my first master.

Then, like the old cow and the hoe, I became the main force that made the tenant farmer's family smile, breathing the breath of heaven and earth in the fields every day.

At that time, I felt happy, happy and satisfied to be able to bring joy to the tenant farmer's family, even if everything was so ordinary, even if the sharpness of my body was often hidden by the dirt.

The peaceful days are going to be broken after all, and that day, one of my old friends died, and it was the old cow.

The weather was very oppressive that day, and the old cow seemed to be in a bad mood, and after finishing his work, he took advantage of the master's efforts to turn around and go back to the village alone.

In this weather, it is obviously not only Lao Niu who is in a bad mood, but also Wang Ba, the youngest son of the landlord in the village.

The old ox blocked the way of the little landlord's carriage.

"Get up, make way for Lao Tzu!" Brute!" After the little Wang Ba shouted a few words, the old slave on the side handed him a whip.

The old cow was indifferent.

"The brute is in the way, let me pull him out of the way!"

Four or five whips rained down on the old cow's weak spine and crackled.

The old cow was obviously frightened by this formation, and his feet could not move, and the bright red could already be seen on his back.

The villagers on the side either took it as a joke or did not dare to offend, so no one stepped forward to take the old cow away.

"Moo!"

With a terrible wail, the old cow fell to his knees.

"Hahaha! I know it's wrong! I dare to stand in the way of Young Master Ben, but now I admit my mistake, it's too late! Beat me to death!" Seeing the old cow's more and more miserable appearance, Xiao Wangba swept away his irritability, opened his eyes, and looked extremely excited.

Halfway through the hour, the owner who had been told the village by the kind villagers was late, and what he saw was a little landlord's carriage curled up in a ball on the ground, already a blur of flesh and blood, and no longer silent, and he was elated, leaving him with only a small landlord's carriage on his back.

The master knelt down in front of the old cow, trembling, unable to make any sound, and the crystal dripping from his cheeks on the old cow and the ground did not know what it was, I only knew that his hand did not reach out to the old cow, but grabbed me very tightly, very tightly.

At that moment, I could feel his sadness, his fear, and his anger.

That night, the owner went to the house of the landlord and wanted to apologize to the little landlord in person for the old cow blocking the way during the day.

The master pinned me behind him, and the landlord never thought of what this vulgar tenant farmer could do, but he had come to admit his mistake, and did not think otherwise.

However, when the master pierced the chest of the small landlord directly with me, the landlord found that the rabbit was really biting when he was in a hurry, and this honest tenant farmer would actually come to the door and kill his beloved son directly under their noses, and there was no room for salvation.

I was stained with the young and hot blood of the little landlord, and even when I died, I could still feel his pride and ignorance of all contempt.

From that day on, I learned that in this world, in addition to the heaviness of the earth and the fragrance of straw, there is such a delicious thing.

There was no accident, my first master died under the guards of the landlord's house, he did not eat the master alive, but he let the master's family of five bury his youngest son overnight.

But for some reason I was taken back to my master's house, where I was placed in a lifeless place where there was no light, and I was silent with the hoe standing by the wall.

Life is like this, in the calm of the waves, stormy, but in an instant abruptly stopped, calm.

Brother Hoe and I don't know how long we stayed in this hut that no one cared about, but when the door was opened again, we were already covered in a thick layer of ash.

He walked into the room with a suspicious face, and after looking at the things in the house, he closed the door and left.

After half a day, he returned, this time with undisguised anger on his face, and with almost no hesitation, he stretched out his hand to me.

He smoothed me through.

At that time, I saw his appearance clearly, could it be that this is the little master?