Wang Yuanwei suddenly understood something, turned around, looked at the bamboo cutter again, and let out two sneers: "Hmph." It turned out to be a member of the Demon Sect, no wonder he had such martial arts at a young age. ”

The bamboo cutter was puzzled: "Is it a place to grind tofu? I only cut bamboo, not tofu." ”

Wang Yuanwei still sneered: "Heh." Load, continue loading. ”

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that his judgment was correct. Even among the disciples of the Ten Great Sects, none of them had such martial arts at such an age. The bamboo cutter must have practiced some kind of evil kung fu. Either he is a little devil who kills innocent people since he was a child and practices the sword technique of the mixed world, or an old devil who digs up the brains of babies and refines the rejuvenating pill, in short, he must have created a lot of evil.

"Uncle Wang, I really don't know that person. The bamboo cutter paused and said, "Since he snatched your knife, then I will help you snatch it back, it can always prove my innocence, right?"

Wang Yuanwei shouted angrily: "Want to escape?" He wanted to chase after him, and suddenly thought that he was not an opponent of a bamboo cutter with a knife in his hand, and he was not an enemy without a knife in his hand, so he hesitated at the moment.

None of the others came to stop him, and the bamboo cutter went out of the courtyard without hindrance, and strode out into the street, his legs getting faster and faster, like a galloping leopard. Soon he went out of the city gate, crossed the official road, and plunged into the reckless mountain forest.

There is no road in the dense forest, and the bamboo cutter draws his knife to cut down the forest to take the road, and the shrubs and small trees fall down one after another, and the speed is not slowed down at all.

The moon was gradually blocked by clouds, and there was no light in the forest, but the bamboo cutters recognized a direction and kept advancing. After going deep for several miles, the trees blocking the way disappeared, and in front of the bamboo cutters, an abandoned mountain temple appeared, in which there seemed to be a swaying fire.

The bamboo cutter put away his knife and pushed open the dilapidated temple door, only to see a fire burning in front of the cobweb-covered statue of the mountain god, and there was a person sitting on the futon, wearing a golden knife door clothes, carrying a bamboo basket, carrying a golden knife, with no expression on his face.

"Big brother, return the calm knife. The bamboo cutter spoke, "That's Uncle Wang's knife, you took it, he was very angry." ”

The knife snatcher opened his mouth, and a hoarse voice came from his throat: "How did you find it?"

The bamboo cutter said, "I found you the way you went." ”

The sword snatcher shook his head: "My light skills, stepping on the snow without a trace, there will be no footprints, how can you find the way I walked?"

The bamboo cutter replied, "But the fragrance of tea on your body has been left all the way." ”

"Tea fragrance?"

The knife snatcher was stunned, then reached into his sleeve and pulled out a small cloth bag. There was a crack in the cloth bag, and a few tea leaves were leaking down. The sword snatcher guessed in his heart that it should be the little disciple of the Yunmo Sect who pulled his sleeve and also pulled the tea bag inside.

But the taste of tea is so subtle, and there are not many tea leaves that leak out along the way. If you can follow the smell, you must either have been immersed in the tea ceremony for many years and are extremely familiar with the taste of tea, or you have a high level of internal strength and a particularly sensitive five senses.

The sword snatcher became more and more curious about the identity of the bamboo cutter, and asked, "Which of the four doors and sixteen palaces are you?"

It seemed that the bamboo cutter had heard this word for the first time: "Ah, what kind of palace are you talking about?"

The sword snatcher, like Wang Yuanwei, thought that the bamboo cutter was purely pretending to be stupid, and he didn't believe his words at all, and laughed like a crow: "Gaga, don't pretend to be garlic, the top ten factions don't have disciples like you." ”

The bamboo cutter nodded: "Yes, I am not a disciple of the four major sects. ”

The knife snatcher was stunned again, and said in his heart what the hell are the four major factions? Immediately he realized that he had a strange tone, and his pronunciation was like the "four major factions." But who doesn't know the ten major factions for those who practice martial arts? Is this kid pretending to be stupid with himself, or does he really know nothing?

At this time, the bamboo cutter said again: "Big brother, I don't know why you took away the calm knife, but you must not be happy if someone else takes your things." If you need a knife, my knife can be lent to you. ”

The knife snatcher was angry and funny, thinking: "You kid has been pretending to be stupid with me, I'm afraid you're not insulting me." Then he said, "Okay, you give me the knife first, and I'll give back the 'calm knife'." ”

"Ah, good. ”

The bamboo cutter stepped forward and handed the bamboo cutting knife from his waist.

The flames jumped and reflected on the black knife, and the sword snatcher cautiously did not take the knife, having seen the bamboo cutter knife technique before, and understood that as long as the hand was stretched out, it might be necessary to say goodbye to the wrist. Then he said, "I am afraid that you will cut me." Put the knife on the ground first, and then go to the statue of the mountain god. ”

The bamboo cutter really put down his knife and honestly retreated to the side of the mountain god statue.

The snatcher of the knife stretched out his foot, hooked his toe to the hilt, and the bamboo cutting knife flew into his hand, approached the fire to borrow the light to look at the knife, and said, "Good ......"

After all, the word "knife" could not be spoken, and the person who grabbed the knife only said in his heart: "It's good to break a knife!"

Not to mention the cold gold knife and the blades in the bamboo basket, this bamboo cutting knife is not only inferior to ordinary fine iron weapons, but even inferior to ordinary farmers' firewood knives. There are dozens of gaps on the blade, and there are cracks in the handle, not to mention cutting with people, I am afraid that it will be difficult to split thin bamboo. However, with such a knife, the bamboo cutter defeated Wang Yuanwei and six disciples of the Yunmo Sect Sword Sect in a row.

But no matter how strong he is, whether he sincerely begs for the Golden Knife Gate, or wants to take the Cold Golden Knife for himself, the knife snatcher will not let the cooked duck fly away in front of him.

The knife snatcher was silent, first put the bamboo cutting knife into the bamboo basket behind his back, and then lifted the cold gold knife, jumped with both legs, and jumped to a height of two zhang, and slashed with the knife.

Bang dang!

The sharp blade sliced through the beams like mud and made a large hole in the roof. The snatcher jumped out of it, poured internal force into the soles of his feet, and stepped the load-bearing place of the roof, only to hear a loud "click" sound below, and the mountain temple that had been in disrepair for a long time rumbled down.

The knife snatcher took advantage of the huge force of recoil, and flew directly out of more than ten zhang away, with a cold gold knife of 300 catties in one hand, and a bamboo basket with dozens of blades on his back, he could still step on the branches and quickly leap and shuttle through the forest.

There was smoke and dust behind him, and the knife snatcher didn't look back, just trying to do light work and hurrying frantically. At full speed, the internal force was unable to sustain for a quarter of an hour, so he could only fall back into the forest and walk through it. Fortunately, the bamboo cutter had been thrown some distance away, and the knife snatcher threw the tea bag into a stream to avoid being chased again.

Along the way, the sword-snatchers would sometimes stop, deliberately break branches in some places, step on heavy footprints, fake signs of someone passing, and then move in another direction, and so on several times.

The sun rises in the east, the treetops can see the red glow, the knife snatcher ran around for a long time, gradually felt tired, first picked some wild fruits to quench hunger and thirst, and then found a big tree, hung the bamboo basket and cold gold knife on the tree, and fell asleep by leaning on the trunk of the tree with his eyes closed.

Tired all night, coupled with the fact that there are few people in the deep mountains and old forests, the knife snatcher has no vigilance in his heart, sleeps very deeply, and even dreams. In the dream, all the divine weapons on the Yunzhou weapon spectrum, including the "Cloud Knife and Ink Sword", were all in his hands. The knife snatcher couldn't help laughing, laughing and laughing, and suddenly felt an itch in his throat and wanted to sneeze.

"Ahh

The knife snatcher woke up from his sleep and rubbed his nose, only to feel the smoke and fire choking. And he realized that he was in a dense forest, how could there be a fire? A spirit jumped up and widened his eyes, but saw a charcoal fire burning in the open space in front of him, and the smell of smoke and fire came from it.

On each side of the charcoal fire there were three wooden sticks on each side, and a long firewood was set up, and a fat silver carp was passed through the long firewood from end to end, and it was half cooked.

The knife snatcher was terrified, turned around and looked at the tree, and saw that the cold gold knife and the bamboo basket were still hanging on the tree, so he hurriedly went up and took them down, and was about to leave, when he suddenly heard someone say: "Don't go!"

The knife snatcher heard the voice of the bamboo cutter, and he was about to flee, but the internal force under his feet was transported, and his feet were already windy.

But before he could run a few feet away, a hand fell from his right shoulder, and the knife grabber was almost dragged to the ground, and his feet stomped on his feet before he could stand firmly.

"Little brother, we really have fate, and we meet again. ”

The sword-snatcher turned around with a smile and a groan, and his left hand, hidden in his sleeve, quickly raised, and two silver needles shot out from between his fingers, piercing the bamboo guest's eyes.

As soon as the bamboo cutter also raised his hand, the middle finger and index finger of his left hand clamped the two silver needles.

The sword-snatcher's heart was cold, and he secretly said that my life was over, but he heard the bamboo cutter's tone and said curiously: "Eh, how do you know that my crotch is open?"