When he opened his eyes again, the knife snatcher saw the stars shining in the night sky, vaguely, hearing the sound of cicadas and frogs, and felt comfortable, closed his eyes and wanted to squint for a while, and suddenly remembered how he fell asleep, and suddenly his heart trembled, and he jumped up, and looked around with wide eyes.

The swordsnatcher found himself still in the glade, and at some point there was a rudimentary wooden bed under him, covered with a blanket of leaves, soft and cool to the touch.

Not far away, there were traces of extinguished charcoal fires, and the bamboo basket and the cold gold knife were leaning against a tree behind them, and the knife snatcher approached and found the bamboo cutter sleeping on the other side of the tree.

The boy's chest rose and fell slightly, his breathing was slow and long, and he was already asleep.

The Blade Grabber couldn't figure out what was going on, but it was a good time to slip away. Afraid that the bamboo cutter would wake up and suffer from it, he gently bypassed, carried a bamboo basket in one hand, carried it on his back, and carried a cold gold knife in the other hand.

Picking up the cold gold knife and slowly walking away, the knife snatcher felt a slight sinking in his hand, and suddenly realized that something was wrong. I couldn't see it clearly in the dark, but I could feel that there seemed to be a thread attached to the handle of the cold gold knife, and when I took it like this, the other end of the thread was also pulled.

A slight yawn sounded, and the knife snatcher didn't look back to know that the bamboo cutter was awake.

"Big brother, where are you going?"

The voice was gentle, but the knife snatcher was terrified when he heard it, calmed down, and turned around and said, "I want to go and blow the wind and take a cool time." ”

"Big brother is trying to sneak away from the calm knife. ”

The bamboo cutter broke his mind with a word, and the knife snatcher smiled cheekily: "Where are you ......?"

The bamboo cutter interrupted: "Why do you still bring so many things when you go to the cool? Don't lie to me, I know that you will definitely want to steal the knife when you wake up, so tie the handle of the knife to your wrist before going to bed, and as soon as you take the knife, I will wake up." ”

The sword-snatcher's tone changed abruptly: "Since you know that I will steal the knife, why don't you take advantage of my sleep, pick up the knife and walk away?"

The bamboo cutter said, "There are wild beasts in the woods, and you can't wake up until you sleep, isn't it dangerous to keep you here?"

The knife snatcher breathed slightly: "You also made the bed?"

The bamboo cutter nodded: "Yes." ”

The knife snatcher didn't believe that the other party was so kind at first, and touched his face, the touch was wrinkled and cold, the fake skin was still there, and his tone was soothing: "Thank you then." ”

The bamboo cutter waved his hand and said, "No thanks, I should do it." Now that you're awake, let's go and return the knife. It's been three days, and Uncle Wang should be in a hurry. ”

The knife snatcher was stunned: "Three days?"

The bamboo cutter nodded, "Yes, three days." You've been asleep for more than two days! You can really sleep, just like one of the bamboo rats I raised. The bamboo rat often slept for a day or two, ate it when it woke up, ate it when it ate, and then it grew very fat, and it was eaten by Master and me. ”

Where could the knife snatcher listen to the bamboo rat or something, and he only thought that he had really slept for two days? His stomach was empty, and his mouth was dry and thirsty, but he was afraid that he had not eaten water and rice for two days. Thinking about it again, I didn't realize that there were nearly twenty people in the sweat medicine I put into the roasted silver carp, and I only took an antidote to smell the birds, but I ate half a fish, and I definitely couldn't stand it.

Looking at the bamboo cutters again, they are full of energy, and there is no sign of sleepiness, and they must have eaten and drunk enough in the past two days. The sword snatcher became more and more frightened in his heart: he couldn't even realize that it didn't work, what kind of freak was this person? He didn't want to stay with him for a moment, threw the cold gold knife, and flew up with a light skill: "Go and return the knife yourself!"

Fearing that the bamboo cutter would catch up again, the knife snatcher urged the internal force to the extreme, just trying to stay away as soon as possible, and in a few breaths, he flew out more than ten zhang away, and soon disappeared without a trace.

In the same place, the bamboo cutter looked at the direction where the knife snatcher disappeared, and felt a little lost in his heart: "My knife, don't you want to return it if you take it?"

But there is nothing unusual about the bamboo cutting knife, but I have always carried it with me, and I am a little reluctant, and if the other party does not return it, it doesn't matter.

The bamboo cutter picked up the cold gold knife, played with it in the moonlight, and said in his heart, it is really a good knife, not only used to cut trees and cut trees is very neat, but also can be cut and carved.

The wooden bed next to it was made by cutting wood with this knife. Uncle Wang lives in such a big house and has so much money, and nine times out of ten he is a powerful carpenter. The eldest brother who fled said that the knife originally belonged to his family, and it was not enough to believe it.

Of course, a baby is a baby, and the bamboo cutter didn't have the intention of taking it for himself, so he went to the stream with a knife to drink some water, picked some wild fruits to eat, and set foot on the road back to Xiangyun City.

I remember the direction very clearly, and my feet are not slow, and when I return to Xiangyun City Gate, it is early in the morning.

The city gate is open, there are few people and cars on the street, and occasionally the pedestrians and traders who get up early see the bamboo cutter dragging a long knife into the city, and they all show horror and avoid in a hurry.

The bamboo cutter didn't care, and followed the road in his memory until he arrived at the Jindaomen main hall.

I saw that today's Jindaomen main hall is a little different from when I came, the place where the night lamp was hung at the beginning, now there are many white cloths hanging, and the sound of silk and bamboo comes from the courtyard, low whimpering, mournful and sad.

The bamboo cutter felt that the atmosphere was a little wrong, the door was not closed, and he stepped in, and saw two golden sword disciples standing with their heads bowed, with strips of white cloth on their heads and white clothes on their bodies, and asked, "What happened to your family?"

"Let's be honest, we ......"

The two Golden Knife disciples raised their heads as they spoke, their eyes were colliding with the bamboo cutter, they were all shocked, and after seeing the cold golden knife in their hands, they couldn't help but take a few steps back, and shouted: "The bamboo cutter is back!"

The bamboo cutters were stunned in place, not knowing what was happening, and in the blink of an eye, a group of people from Ulala poured into the door from the courtyard, all dressed in white clothes and white shoes, wearing white headbands, looking sad or angry, and some people even scolded angrily...... In short, no one had good intentions.

The voices of the people were noisy, and the bamboo cutters couldn't hear what they were saying for a while, and shouted loudly: "What about Uncle Wang? ”

Suddenly, the crowd parted, and a group of people came from the depths of the courtyard. The same white clothes and white boots, but whiter than the others, most of them, bamboo cutters remember to see, but two people are very unfamiliar. One was a middle-aged man with triangular eyes with thin lips and a very narrow knife at his waist, and the other was a girl with red and swollen eyes, about seventeen or eighteen years old.

As soon as the girl saw the cold golden knife, her expression changed drastically, and she walked up to a golden knife disciple in one step, took out the steel knife at his waist, and turned around to kill the bamboo cutter.

"Senior sister, calm down!"

A hand landed on her wrist and held it so tightly that she couldn't take a step forward.

The girl struggled vigorously and let out a sharp and mournful shout: "Senior brother, let me go! The murderer is right in front of me, let me take revenge!"

"Leifang, don't be impulsive, let's get things clear first. ”

In the triangular eye, the middle-aged man opened his mouth slowly, and the girl stopped struggling, and as soon as her hand was released, the steel knife fell to the ground, and she lowered her head and cried.

The bamboo cutter said to the man who was holding the girl's hand: "Ah, I recognize you, you are Senior Brother Qi, where is Uncle Wang? ”

Qi Yue frowned: "My surname is Qi Mingyue, not your senior brother Qi." As for the king......"

At this time, a disciple of the Golden Dao Sect shouted angrily: "Don't pretend to be stupid! What you have done, you know it yourself!"

The bamboo cutter shook his head and said, "I know what I did, but I didn't pretend to be stupid." I'll return the knife, where is Uncle Wang?"

There was another burst of excitement and a lot of noise. The middle-aged man in the triangular eye gestured, signaled everyone to silence, and then said: "Brother Wang Xian of the Golden Dao Sect, he unfortunately passed away three days ago. ”

"Huh?" said the bamboo cutter very surprised, "Uncle Wang is very healthy, and he played with me twice that night." ”

The middle-aged man in the triangular eye continued: "He was killed. ”

The bamboo cutter asked, "Who killed it?"

"Who the killer is is not completely determined for the time being. But it is certain that he is a master of using a knife, and he is killed with an extremely sharp sword. And this person has nothing to do with the Demon Sect. ”

The middle-aged man in the triangular eye said this, and the crowd was even more angry. Someone said loudly: "Senior Song, why are you talking so much nonsense with this kid? Capture him and kill him to comfort the spirit of our head in the sky!"

"The matter has not been investigated clearly, so we should not make judgments. The middle-aged man in the triangular eyes was always in a hurry, first calmed everyone, and then said to the bamboo cutter, "Little brother, after you left here that night, where did you go and what did you do?