The thought of this name makes me sure in my heart.

It shouldn't be wrong, Liu Yuan almost chose this knife method on the pendant, and the reason for giving up was that this knife method was highly recognizable.

But there shouldn't be many people who can recognize this knife technique just from the starting style.

That man probably didn't expect that standing on the street to sell his art, the onlookers were ordinary people, and Liu Yuan, an exception, could recognize this hell sealing technique.

Thinking about it carefully, the previous person's hair was a little shorter, so he should have been vulgar, and he deliberately kept a beard to avoid being suspected.

Those who practice this sword technique are generally the mountain guards of Little Lotus Mountain, and then there are Vajra protectors, and most of them are mountain guards.

Last night, on the river, there were Bodhisattva barbarians, and today they met Little Lotus Mountain, and it is estimated that there should be many survivors in Jianque Villa.

The more he thought about it, the more excited he became, and Liu Yuan couldn't help but feel brisk in his steps.

What neither of them expected was that there was another girl who also knew this knife technique.

Xia Lingling walked beside Du Ji, thinking about something else with a fluttering expression, and only came back to her senses after Du Ji shouted three times in a row.

"Well, let's go back first. Lingling said perfunctorily, casually, and her steps were a little faster.

Leaving Du Ji behind him gritting his teeth and showing an unwilling look, Miss Xia came to Dade County, he tried his best to please him, but with little success, so far he has not pretended to him.

"Boss, who is that girl, who makes you so concerned. A dogleg leaned next to Du Ji and asked in a low voice.

"Who?, have you heard of the Xiling Xia family?" Du Ji looked at Xia Lingling's back in front of him, his eyes narrowed slightly.

"Yes, yes, yes. ”

Just this sentence, without further words, Du Ji quickly took two steps to catch up. Leaving those people standing still, countless associations arose in their minds.

In the blink of an eye, a month passed, autumn turned to winter, and at dawn, the grass was covered with frost.

Pushing the door and walking into the courtyard, Liu Yuan opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of white mist, and started his masochistic practice on the big tree in the courtyard.

During this time, Liu Mang was often not at home, and he didn't know what he was busy with, and Liu Yuan didn't ask, just had time to practice.

There was no delay in his leisure time, and three days ago, he officially stepped into the realm of the third layer of the pure yang body.

The mountain barren knife method is also on a higher level, and I have already comprehended the second style of the mountain knife - the country is picturesque.

The second type of the barren knife 'beyond the eight desolations' has also touched a little threshold.

When Liu Mang was at home, he went out to continue to see the inn restaurant, and in a month's time, he ate a lot of large and small restaurants in Dade County and learned a lot of experience.

It is worth mentioning that I never saw the man who played with the knife on the street last time, and I don't know what kind of business he has changed.

And whether it was to avoid Naduji and leave Daedeshi-gun.

......

In the fifth year of the Great Wei Yingwu, in the small winter, outside Liyang County, there was a light snow in the sky, which was the first snow.

It was a bit cold, especially when walking on a long and windy road.

"Took this unfortunate errand again. A yellow horse trotted along, and on horseback sat a man in simple armor, with a whip in his hand, and turned to his companion.

"Who says it's not, even if it's a wheel, it won't be our turn. The companion was in the same attire, and sighed with his head down.

Between the two of them was a long walking procession, all of whom were strong young men, and occasionally a few middle-aged people carried bags or wooden boxes.

Everyone was full of wind and frost and sorrow, and they were just wearing a few thin single clothes, which were not very resistant to the cold.

Dragging heavy legs, the wind was strong and tired, and the speed could not be fast at all.

"I guess we were kicked out again, who told us that we have no power and no background. ”

The man on the yellow horse had a resentful expression on his face, and the more he thought about it, the more angry he became, he rode his horse to the side of the team, waved a long whip in the air, and roared: "Hurry, hurry up, don't fucking grind Lao Tzu." ”

"You haven't eaten, have you?" Suddenly, he saw that one person was walking very slowly, and with a brush, the whip was whipped on the man's back.

There was a hot pain in his back, Chai Tingshan Huoran raised his head, a pair of bull's eyes stared at the man on horseback, his cheeks bulging, and he couldn't wait to eat his raw meat.

was stunned by this look, turned even angrier, and threw the whip down again, this time on Chai Tingshan's cheek.

If you delay the day, it will be half an hour late, and Lao Tzu will smoke your skin and flesh. ”

A red mark quickly appeared on the left side of his face, and Chai Tingshan immediately lowered his head and walked forward at a faster pace.

After killing chickens and setting an example for monkeys, and after packing up the firewood and listening to the mountain, the man rode forward again.

Behind what he couldn't see, Chai Tingshan looked at the backs of those horseback riders, and a hint of determination flashed.

This group of people was drawn from nearby Liyang County and other places, and was recruited to Taiqing Mountain to build the palace of the Son of Heaven for today's saints, as well as some craftsmen who were used.

The period of the year is getting closer and closer, but there is still a lot of difference between the completion of the Palace of the Son of Heaven, and more and more people are drawn from all over the world.

Now, the weather is getting colder and colder, and it is full of drudgery, and few overseers are willing to come.

But compared to repairing the Heavenly Son Palace, it is much better. After such a long time, there are countless men who are tired and die under the bricks and stones on Taiqing Mountain.

There are frequent bad news in the township and county, and there are only so many sons in the family, and they died so inexplicably, who has no resentment in their hearts.

There was not even a little silver, and the court just sent a little pension food.

No, it's a new group of people, rushing up the mountain.

It was day and night, it was pitch dark, and the snow was falling a little bigger. On the branches of the leaves, a white expanse.

There was a sound of snoring in the camp, and the overseers on night dozed off little by little.

Cold and hungry, unable to even drink a sip of hot soup, uncertain future, frightened, such days have long passed.

In the dark night, a pair of big frozen black hands quietly stretched out to the neck of the dozing overseer, and pinched it hard, and the latter suddenly woke up.

But the strength of these big hands was too great, and he didn't make a loud sound for a long time, and after rolling his eyes for a while, his head turned away and he died.

Chai Tingshan gently put the deceased's body on the snow, quietly pulled out the steel knife on the overseer's waist, stood up, raised the long knife, and the snow night glowed with a white light.

It was like a signal, and a dozen or so sleepless men in the prime of life nodded slowly, got up from the camp, and groped their cats to the points of the overseers.

When there are more people, there will be more movement.

"Bastard, what are you doing without sleeping at night?"

The whip-wielding Overseer was the first to wake up, picking up a torch from the fire in front of him with one hand, and pointing at several people in front of him with the other.

After a click, he didn't even see the light of the knife, Chai Tingshan raised the knife from behind his back and wiped the neck of the overseer.

A stream of warm blood rushed out, melting the snow on the ground, and the red and white colors were a little dazzling under the firelight.

"Rebellion!"