The night is deep, the wind is cold, and the streets of Xiangyun City are a little lonely.

In the dark corners of the city, the spies of the Golden Knife Gate peeked into the street.

Every time a person walks in the distance, these spies have to observe it very carefully, and then curse in their hearts, I don't know what to do, what are you going to do at this time?

As the night wore on, a spy dozed off near the city gates. The upper and lower eyelids were almost closed, and the right shoulder was suddenly gently patted, and he was about to jump up tremblingly, but when he turned his head, he saw that the moonlight was sprinkled on a young man's face, his eyes were like stars, his lips were dyed with vermilion, and his black hair was casually draped, looking very good-looking.

The young man was a little embarrassed and owed: "Big brother, I'm tired of showing the way." ”

Being frightened suddenly, the spy was really a little annoyed, but the young man was polite, and gave birth to a good face that nourished people's eyes, and he held back the words he wanted to scold, and only said: "Where is the little brother going?" Xiangyun City may not be peaceful tonight, don't go around." ”

The young man said, "I want to go to the Golden Daomen Main Hall." ”

"You can ask the right person...... Hmm, what are you going to do in the main hall?"

The spy was suddenly suspicious, and looked at the young man carefully, but saw that he was wearing a gray linen robe, stepping on a pair of straw sandals, and the belt was a hemp rope, and there was a two-foot-long black-bodied wooden-handled bamboo knife with a backward hook. At first glance, it looks like a woodcutter in the mountains.

Suddenly, the spy realized something, his face turned extremely white, his legs trembled, and he slammed back two or three steps, and cold sweat flowed from his back.

The young man stretched out his hand and said, "Big brother, are you sick?"

The spy hurriedly retreated five or six steps in a row, opened his mouth wide, raised his head to the sky, and let out a long howl.

Immediately after, another long howl sounded a hundred feet away, and after two breaths, more long howls sounded farther away.

"Whew!Wow!"

Long howls came and went in Xiangyun City, like wolves calling each other in the wilderness, one by one, and they continued to enter the main hall of the Golden Dao Gate.

In the living room, the owner of the Golden Knife Gate, "Wang Yuanwei", stood up suddenly, looked up, frowned deeply, and said solemnly: "The bamboo cutter is here." ”

The disciples of the Yunmo Sect immediately got up and picked up their respective swords. The senior brother "Qi Yue" at the head glanced at the junior brothers and sisters, and said softly: "Don't be reckless when you meet a bamboo cutter in a while, the heads of five sects have already suffered losses at his hands." I'm afraid martial arts are still above me. ”

Wang Yuanwei shouted to the left and right: "Take my 'cold golden knife'!" After a few breaths, two disciples of the Golden Dao Sect carried a gold-backed machete from the back hall to the living room.

The blade is three feet long, the blade exudes a cold and cold light, the back of the knife is gilded and carved with dragons, wide and thick, and the handle is also a rare heavy paulownia wood material. The whole sword was more than five feet long, and it seemed to be extremely heavy, and the two disciples had only taken these steps before they blushed and snorted. Wang Yuanwei grabbed the knife, slashed twice out of thin air, lifted the weight lightly, and brought a few rumors, which caused the audience to applaud.

He is already much burder than ordinary people, and at this time, he has a beautiful beard and a golden knife, and he is even more generous.

Qi Yue couldn't help but admire: "What a golden knife!"

Wang Yuanwei flicked his fingers on the blade of the knife, the sound was crisp, like a piano, and he boasted with a smile: "Fifty years ago, the ancestors got a piece of cold stone and iron, and entrusted a famous craftsman to create this 'cold gold knife' weighing more than 300 catties. Later, he punished the head of the bandits, accepted disciples and created the 'Golden Knife Gate', which was famous in Yunzhou. This knife was passed down to my father, and my father passed it on to me, and so far it has killed 139 thieves and villains, and the blade has not broken a bit. ”

"Good knives!"

"The three-hundred-pound broadsword was raised with one arm, as easy as plucking hair and blowing hair, and the head of the king had such strength. ”

"Famous swords with heroes, this 'cold golden knife' ranks thirteenth in the Yunzhou weapons spectrum, and the head of Wang is also a heroic hero of Yunzhou Delong, and he has the style of the golden knife ancestor back then. ”

The people of the Golden Dao Sect immediately flattered and appreciated, and the disciples of the Yunmo Sect did not hesitate to say beautiful words. But an unthinking voice sounded out inopportunely: "It's clumsy, heavy, and garishly ornamented, far worse than Master's Cloud Knife." ”

It was the youngest of the Yunmo Sect's disciples who spoke, Liu Dan.

Qi Yue frowned and said, "Senior Brother Liu, pay attention to your words, don't be disrespectful." ”

Wang Yuanwei smiled indifferently: "What Liu Xian's nephew said is right, who doesn't know the name of the Yunmo Sect's 'Cloud Sword and Ink Sword'? But in his heart, he didn't think so, and secretly thought that the cold gold knife material would win the cloud sword and ink sword, but he lost some fame.

Liu Shan said again: "The internal cultivation of the head of the Wang sect has entered the fourth realm of martial arts, and his strength is not small, but it is not shocking. If Senior Brother Qi played this knife, it would be easier. ”

Wang Yuanwei was slightly angry, and Qi Yue hurriedly said when he saw this: "Senior Brother Liu, the ancestral martial arts of the Golden Dao Sect are of the same origin as the one of the sword sects of my Yunmo Sect, and they are pushing through the old and bringing forth the new along the way of the heavy knife, I will pick up this cold golden knife, and I will definitely not be able to do it as easily as him." ”

In two sentences, they not only boasted of the martial arts of the Golden Daomen, but also did not lose the face of the Yunmo faction. Wang Yuanwei listened to it very useful, and said in his heart, Liu Dan is a fledgling, his eyes are above the top, and Qi Yue, who has walked through the rivers and lakes, has true insight.

"Hehe, Qi Xian's nephew praised it. From time to time, the bamboo cutters will come, and we will meet the enemy. ”

Wang Yuanwei led the disciples of the Yunmo Sect to the courtyard, and at this time, the people of the Golden Dao Sect in the courtyard had already drawn out their respective weapons, and they were staring at the gate one by one as if they were facing a great enemy.

The courtyard was silent, the atmosphere was solemn, and even the bats in the sky hung upside down on the eaves and did not move. After a quarter of an hour, two new figures suddenly appeared in front of the main hall.

One of them was dressed in the costume of the Golden Sword Gate, his expression was stunned and panicked, and he was one of the spies sent to the city. The other was a young man, about sixteen or seventeen years old, with clear eyebrows, neither tall nor short, neither fat nor thin, clothed in straw shoes, and carrying a bamboo cutting knife around his waist.

After entering the gate, the spies ran to the crowd in a panic: "Master!

"What?"

"This is the Bamboo Harvester?"

Wang Yuanwei, Qi Yue and others had heard that the bamboo cutter was not very old, but they were still surprised when they saw it with their own eyes today. Qi Yue thought to himself, this Bamboo Harvester is younger than most of the Yunmo Sect disciples present, how can he defeat the five head sect masters in Yunzhou in a row?

The bamboo cutter waved his hand at the courtyard, and even bent down. Seeing that he was polite, Wang Yuanwei also wanted to return the salute with a fist, put the knife on the ground, just raised his arms to his chest, and before the back of his left palm and right hand touched together, he heard the words pop out of the young man's mouth: "Thank you, big brother, for leading the way." ”

Wang Yuanwei's movements froze suddenly, and the rest of the people were stunned, looking at the Golden Daomen spies. The emotional bamboo cutter came to the door to grab the knife, or the way to ask our own family.

Wang Yuanwei stopped holding his fists, and slapped his left hand on the shoulder of the spy who ran to him, and smiled without smiling: "Lead the way for your guests, thank you for your hard work." ”

The spy only felt a sore pain in his shoulder, knowing that the head of the house had secretly used his internal strength, and he would have to suffer ten days and a half of sins in the future, but he didn't dare to show it, so he ran to the side silently, rubbing his shoulders and sweating coldly.

Wang Yuanwei picked up the cold golden knife with his right hand, and the blade pointed directly at the young man dressed as a woodcutter: "Wang Yuanwei of the Golden Knife Gate is here, dare to ask his brother's name?"

The bamboo cutter's face was a little confused: "Reputation?"

In the crowd, Liu Shan shouted: "I just asked your name." ”

The bamboo cutter suddenly said: "Thank you, brother." Uncle Jin, I don't have a name, but it seems that many people have called me a bamboo cutter recently, so you can just call me a bamboo cutter. ”

People only said that the bamboo cutters deliberately pretended to be stupid and did not report their names. Many people didn't understand where a "Uncle Jin" appeared, and Liu Shan shouted again: "The surname of the person is Wang Yuanwei, not the surname Jin, the name is Daomen Wang Yuanwei! ”

The bamboo cutter arched his hand again and said, "Ah, thank you brother for your teachings. Uncle Wang, I'm embarrassed to call your wrong name just now, I want to take a look at your 'calm knife'. ”

As soon as these words came out, not only Wang Yuanwei and the other Golden Dao Sect people changed color, but the disciples of the Yunmo Sect also felt unhappy. The Yunzhou accent has always been slightly vague in the words "gold" and "quiet", but each pronunciation of the bamboo cutter is correct and round, but the pronunciation of "quiet" is very accurate, as if mocking the Yunzhou people for not being able to speak clearly.

"Huh. ”

A laugh burst out of the crowd, and many people glanced back, only to see that the person laughing was a courtyard guard. When the patrol saw the crowd staring at him, he lowered his head and took two steps back. At the moment of the great enemy, everyone has no time to care about him.