In the early winter, the first snow of the year fell in the entire state. The most prestigious and low-key rock villa in the rivers and lakes of Bingzhou came to an uninvited guest.

Three feet of snow covered the 300-zhang high stone steps at the foot of the Rock Lodge. A young man stood at the foot of the mountain, he raised his head slightly, and looked along the stone platform to the mountain gate looming in the snow. Chen Yinian looked at the mountain, his eyes changed instantly, and finally turned into repentance.

This year, on the fifteenth day of every month, Chen Yinian couldn't sleep. That person, like a shuttle in the wind, transformed into his dream. Every time he wakes up, he really wants to stab his heart, a person like him Chen Yinian who is so negative, I'm afraid the world can't find a second one.

The north wind was like a knife, and the thin white shirt rustled in the cold winter wind. Today, he alone can represent the rivers and lakes of southern Xinjiang, and his profound internal cultivation is enough to resist the cold for him, but he still feels a little cold. Even though the southern and northern countries all called him "the hero of thoughtlessness", there was a bit of self-deprecation in his heart.

"If you don't have a heart, what's the point of living in this world", when Thirteen came down the mountain that day, he looked at him and said calmly. After all, when she was there, Thirteen was the closest to her, and when Thirteen went down the mountain, she used the "warm and cool sword" she taught him to cut off the word "today" on the "Wunian Hero" card given to him by his colleagues in the rivers and lakes.

"Wunian hero?", Chen Yinian muttered to himself, "Guilty, unintentional." ”

The thousands of thoughts in Chen Yinian's heart turned into a "fixed" word. When Thirteen came down the mountain, he also said, "If you don't go and get Sister Rou back, then you won't be my brother anymore." ”

Chen Yinian looked at the mountain and finally took a step. However, when this step was taken, inside the mountain gate, ten thousand arrows were fired together. In an instant, the rain of arrows was like a canopy, and he still faced the rain of arrows, and five arrows were stuck in him, and blood flowed out, staining his white shirt with blood.

Chen Yinian's inner kung fu is profound, and with a wave of qi, he can shake open the five sharp arrows embedded in the flesh, but he doesn't. The three-hundred-zhang high stone steps had already passed halfway, and he made up his mind, "That day, under the Cloud Mountain, she also came like this." ”

He remembered it again. It was early spring. The morning breeze of Yunwu Mountain blew the new red and early green on the mountain road, and a woman came up the mountain. When she arrived at the foot of the mountain, Chen Yinian, who had already entered the Linglong realm, already knew about it. The closer her steps became, the more unstable Chen Yinian's heart became. He went out of the mountain gate and waited for the woman who came up the mountain. The woman arrived, carrying a sword in her hand. He gave her this sword. When he asked for this sword for her, he waited on Shaoli Mountain for half a month, and the craftsman in the ink worker's mansion forged this sword for him. This sword has a delicate name - Sinan.

"Why don't you come to me", the woman's beautiful eyes were tender, but also a little aggrieved, and she said angrily.

Chen Yinian still lowered his head, and the woman didn't say anything.

After a cup of tea in this way, Chen Yinian slowly raised his head and spit out two words softly, "Sword!"

As soon as the words fell, a sword roar sounded. An inky black long sword burst through the air from the depths of the Shuyun Sword Sect.

"Wangbei, you still have it", the woman said hurriedly, and together with the Sinan Sword in her hand, there was a crisp sword sound, revealing a little joy.

The sword in Chen Yinian's hand is called "Wangbei", which is also made by the craftsman of the Mogongfu, and the "Sinan Sword" in the woman's hand is a husband and wife sword.

"You take it away", Chen Yinian said, with a wave of his robe, the Wangbei Sword shot towards the woman

As soon as these words came out, the woman's heart was shocked.

"Why?"

"No why, you go back. ”

Chen Yinian turned around and entered the mountain gate, leaving only a back for the woman.

Chen Yinian pulled his thoughts back from the past.

He finally made it to the top of the mountain. Outside the villa, a woman in palace clothes stood quietly in front of the gate of the villa.

"What are you doing here", the woman said coldly.

"Take the sword", Chen Yinian looked at the woman, and couldn't hide the sadness in his eyes.

"Trade your life for it. ”

"Good. ”

Today is the day of the first snow in Bingzhou, and the woman's name is Zhen Xiarou.

It's a weird knife.

Xiao Guo Yu had never seen such a knife, he had only seen his father's hunting knife. The knife is light.

Did my father and mother die because of this knife? He hated the knife and slammed it to the ground.

The knife rolled out of the wooden box, stained with blood on the ground.

Xiao Guo Yu was stunned, and he picked up the knife.

Shilu Village is somewhat quiet.

"Are all the people in the village dead?", interrupted the Straw Hat Boy.

The old man nodded and took a sip of the drunken scent of flowers.

Shilu Village turned into a sea of blood.

In the evening, the remnant sun is like blood. Xiao Guo Yu hugged the wooden box and left the village.

"Where can an eight-year-old go?", the straw hat boy plucked a dog's tail from the grass on the side.

"The boy had a good life and met a father and daughter. When the old man said this, his expression was a little complicated. He took a sip of his drink.

Xiao Guo Yu kept walking, and he walked into the mountains. I don't know how long he walked, but he fell asleep under a tree. By the time he woke up, he was already in a wooden house.

There are three chalets with a father and daughter owners. This is Horn Mountain, which resembles a cow's horn, and the father and daughter have lived here for more than ten years. When the girl was young, her mother died of illness.

When Xiao Guo Yu just woke up, she came in with a freshly fried decoction. The girl is simple all over her body, and Xiao Guo Yu likes this feeling very much.

Xiao Guoyu has lived here for eight years. In the past eight years, Xiao Guo Yu followed the male owner of the family to chop wood and hunt during the day, becoming a man, and reading and writing with the girl at night. The third cabin in the courtyard houses many books.

The wooden box and the strange knife, as if forgotten, were placed in a corner of the wooden house.

One day, the man told Guo Yu that he wanted to teach him how to practice knives. Guo Yu happily agreed. From standing piles to starting hands to knife techniques, Guo Yu learned very seriously.

People who have no distractions are naturally serious. Guo Yu learned the knife technique, but the man said that he still owed the fire, and he was noncommittal.

In the last year, the middle-aged man began to teach him to play Go. Guo Yu doesn't like Go, he doesn't play chess with middle-aged people. He patiently played chess with Sister Qin.

The girl's name was Yiqin, and she was three years older than Guo Yu. Guo Yuda likes her from the bottom of his heart.

Guo Yu wanted to go outside, he wanted to take her out, but the middle-aged man disagreed, and he didn't mention it anymore.

The last day of the year, the thirtieth day of the Chinese New Year's Eve. The man went out hunting as usual, but he didn't come back. Yiqin was calm, she seemed to have known the outcome for a long time.

Guo Yu turned Jiaoshan up and down. He took that weird knife with him.

At the top of Horn Mountain, he found the man.

The man stood on a tall rock, his shirt soaked with blood. He held a dead twig in his hand, as if he were doing something.

Guo Yu could see at a glance that this was a man's most proud starting style - "flying fish style".

Growing up by the sea, the man is accustomed to seeing fish leaping out of the water in late summer and early autumn.

Later, he wandered the rivers and lakes and became a swordsman, and after ten years of watching fish and practicing knives, he created a "flying fish style".

As for the reason why the father and daughter were hiding in the mountains, they didn't say it, and Guo Yu didn't ask.

Guo Yu took the knife off his back.

The man told him that the name of the knife was Innocence, and that it was a rare and good knife.

For eight years, the man always secretly went out with a knife and put it back when he returned.

This time, the man did not carry a knife.

Guo Yu held the innocent knife, and his arm couldn't help but tremble.

Guo Yu is gone.

He hated, he hated the knife, even, he hated himself.

Since then, there has been one more knife idiot on the rivers and lakes of Yongjia.

Dozens of long-established swordsmen challenged the knife idiot, but all failed.

"There are several rivers and lakes in the world, and I have a mistake for a long time"

This knife idiot is dressed in gray clothes and gray robes, and carries a wooden box all year round.

"There's the innocent knife in the box," the Straw Hat boy asked.

"Yes, but he's never used the knife in the box. ”

"Well, go on. ”

Until one day, a man found him, and everything changed.

"What's that person's name?"

The old man did not make a sound, facing west, and poked his finger in the air.

"Is that him?"

The old man hung his head, got up and stretched, "Xiaocao'er, that's all for today." The old man is tired, and if you still want to hear it, come back tomorrow. ”