The moon rises in the east. There is a Guan Mountain to the east.

The bright moon goes out of the mountain.

But Guanshan not only has the most primitive moon out of the mountain, but also the most powerful unsheathed knife technique.

Song Zhiqing is a personal disciple of the Guanshan Sword Ghost.

Guanshan is far away from the Central Plains, and he has trekked thousands of miles over mountains and rivers.

The green shirt on his body has been beaten by the wind and rain, and it is already a little tattered. His eyes were full of dust and frost. This young man, who looked like a bachelor, had been on his way for a long time.

He was going to find the man before the sword party came.

He carried a knife on his back, but he didn't learn swordsmanship, he cultivated Taoism.

At present, there are two well-known Taoist masters: one is Qi Liang's unequaled national teacher Yuan Tiangang, the Taoist law is natural, and he can predict the prophet, just like the immortal who came into the world, the Spring and Autumn Period is peaceful, and the style is outstanding;

Song Zhiqing looked into the distance, the frost and cold were faintly covered by a smile, he leaned down, bowed a handful of water from the stream in front of him, gently wiped his face, suddenly refreshed, and muttered, "It seems that I have caught up." ”

He came to the Central Plains for two purposes. One is to want to see those two Dao masters, and the other is to see what kind of demeanor those two Dao masters are like. I heard that Xuan Shangyu of the Northern Wei Dynasty was peerless, and there was a very beautiful female disciple who was enshrined as Wei Lingshan, the pearl of the Great Wei Dynasty, and Qi Liangyuan Tiangang was the teacher of the three princes, among which the little prince Xiao Yi was the most knowledgeable and talented. Song Zhiqing took the Taoist technique that his blind master said, "Half-hung bullshit Taoism, it is not allowed to occupy the direction of the latrine", and made a slight calculation, if he rushed to the Northern Wei Dynasty at the end of April, he might not be able to meet one of them.

So this personal disciple of the Guanshan Sword Ghost began to plan the escape, and wrote a whole wall of planning plans, thinking that the blind master couldn't see it, so how to run away for the first time, the farther away the better. When he returned from enlightenment, he told the old blind man to learn the Rausch knife, it was useless.

The first time he ran away, he was knocked out by the blind master and carried back after walking a mile, Song Zhiqing found that the ink marks on the wall were badly touched, and the old blind man's hands were dark, so he realized that his master was not useless...... There is also a skill of touching things and reading words. Then there was the second, third, and fourth ...... The old blind man was so angry that he was about to be beaten when he picked up the scabbard. The scabbard was raised into the air, trembling and lowering again. The old blind man sighed, after all, the scabbard still did not go down.

At that time, Song Zhiqing glared at the old blind man angrily, and did not speak.

Later, he suddenly felt that his master was not blind, did he see his stubbornness, and gave in to his softness?

He suddenly didn't want to leave for a moment, and just as he was about to speak, the old man pulled his face, knocked down the scabbard, and said word by word, "If you want to go out of Guanshan, don't lose Lao Tzu's face." ”

Song Zhi covered his head lightly, and saw that the old guy's hand holding the scabbard was trembling faintly.

The old man quickly turned his back, stood on tiptoe, and groped his hands on the knife hall, but his voice was resolute, "Go." ”

Song Zhiqing got up, kowtowed three times, raised his head and touched the hand handed over by the old blind man.

A handful of green cloth in his hand was propped up by the knife, tattered, it was the knife that the old knife ghost offered high in front of the knife hall, it was tightly wrapped in tattered green cloth, wrapped in three layers inside and out, and only a rough outline could be seen.

"I haven't had time to teach you how to use the knife. The old knife ghost's hand was blackened by ink, and there were still green tendons, and his thin five fingers tightly grasped the green cloth knife, his voice was a little soft, and he said slowly, "Stinky boy, if you encounter someone who can't beat it, tear off this rag cloth." ”

"Master?" Song Zhiqing raised his head, his eyes were already full of tears, thinking that he was worthy of being a pro-master, and he also left himself a life-saving trick to press the bottom of the box. Unexpectedly, the old knife ghost sneered, "I can't beat it or not, when the time comes, I will help you avenge when Lao Tzu looks for a knife, and maybe you can collect the whole corpse quickly." ”

"Huh?"

"Ahh

So he took the knife and left, this time, it was to eat and sleep in the open, and rushed from Guanshan to the Northern Wei Dynasty.

Fortunately, he hurried and hurried, and he caught up outside the Heavenly Wolf City, which was still more than ten miles away from the Heavenly Wolf City.

Song Zhiqing unloaded the long knife wrapped in layers of green cloth on his back and stopped in the middle of the road, waiting for the person to appear.

Song Zhi in the green shirt looked at the empty road with a knife and looked at the empty road stupidly, thinking to himself who that person would be, in the territory of the Northern Wei Dynasty, most of them were the lord of Longque County, but I heard that the Luoyang Palace was extremely strict with this pearl, almost to the point that he was not allowed to leave the palace. But Qi Liang's little highness is also a character who has never left the palace, so I'm afraid the chance of encountering it is even lower.

He is naturally looking forward to meeting Dawei Mingzhuer, and it is rumored in the rivers and lakes that this dragon bird county lord is born as delicate as a flower, and he likes peonies the most, so he lives in the Luoyang Peony Garden. If one day he could sit down with him and talk about it, wouldn't it be a beautiful talk to spread it, he couldn't help but laugh when he thought about it, most likely because he thought of the situation when he became famous and everyone watched.

Looking forward to it, Song Zhi looked forward to the carriage passing through the forest, but he was a little dumbfounded. The sparse trees stood crookedly on both sides, an old horse was leisurely, the coachman in the carriage was holding a big smoking gun, and glanced at the green-shirted boy on the side of the road with oblique eyes.

The bearded bandit spit out a mouthful of thick phlegm at Song Zhiqing's feet, and said with a cigarette gun in his mouth, "You kid is unlucky, don't get in the way." Song Zhi stiffened his head and prepared to speak, but unexpectedly, the old horse in front of him also learned to fight with people, and he spat on his face.

The carriage stopped, and Yi Xiao, the little highness who was reading quietly, and Zhu Yunqing, who was reading quietly, raised their eyes almost at the same time, and each opened the curtain and saw the green-shirted passerby.

Yi Xiao looked at it at first glance, there was a purple and green circulation on the stupid green-shirted person with a knife in front of him, he had never seen a person with such deep luck, and there was a faint tendency for luck to condense into a physical aura, but this person didn't seem to have practiced martial arts, and there were not too many signs of vitality on his body.

And Zhu Yunqing saw the green cloth knife that was used by Song Zhiqing as a crutch in the middle of the road at a glance, her face was covered with red veil, and she couldn't see her expression clearly, but there was a strange brilliance in her eyes, and then it flashed away, and her voice said indifferently, "Are you Guanshan Song Zhiqing?"

Song Zhiqing was a little surprised, and seemed to be slightly surprised that the man in red could report his identity in one mouth, and he didn't deny it at the moment, "It's exactly below." ”

Yi Xiao sighed, her face was strange, "You are really Song Zhiqing." ”

Even Lao Duan looked at the man in green shirt in surprise, "No wonder Lao Tzu sees your bad luck, it turns out that you are really the descendant of the sword ghost Song Zhiqing." ”

"I want to ask," Song Zhi said lightly, "I don't know if it's ...... today."

Before the words fell, Yi Xiao interrupted Song Zhiqing with a smile, "It has been thirty-seven days since you set off from Guanshan, and this is the last day of April, so we can recognize you, and the whole world should recognize you." ”

Song Zhiqing thought about it, a little incredible, his voice paused slightly, but he heard Yi Xiao say lazily, "The Guanshan Sword Ghost is your master, right? He announced to the world that the legendary ghost knife 'Shurakshasa' is in your hand." It's good to want the ghost knife to kill you, and your master has already shouted cruel words for you, and he wants to smash the field of swordsmen in the world at the sword drinking party in June. ”

After speaking, His Royal Highness looked at Song Zhiqing with interest, and found that this guy's face was pale, and he quipped, "Don't worry, it's still too early for you to go to the sword wine party to smash the field." ”

Yi Xiao still has a second piece of information in his hand, along the way, there are three spies in the Vientiane Pavilion who have contacted this green-shirted swordsman, but from the details of this person's trek along the way, the posture of carrying the knife ...... And the habit of using a knife as a crutch from time to time to observe it, and come to a conclusion.

This personal disciple of the Guanshan Sword Ghost doesn't know how to use a knife at all.

Song Zhiqing's face was pale, his voice trembled, and he held back more than a dozen breaths in one syllable, "......"

This old blind man, this old blind man...... Song Zhiqing silently scolded his master eighteen times in his heart at this moment, if that old blind man was really in front of him at this moment, he would really draw his knife and decide a life and death with this old guy.

Thinking about the endless way back, Song Zhiqing looked back at the way he came, and couldn't help but feel a little sad in his heart, and heard the joking voice of the person in the car, "It's almost the same, now the swordsmen of the entire Northern Wei Dynasty are looking for you, thinking about becoming famous in a battle to take away that ghost knife." As for the swordsmen of the Northern Wei Dynasty, you have said that you are going to smash the field of the sword and wine party of the kendo event, and they are afraid that when they see you, they will draw their swords and cut you into seventeen or eighteen pieces with a knife. ”

Yi Xiao looked at Song Zhiqing's face like frost, and said with a dumb smile, "It's just that you can't even see the veins of the flow of vitality in your body, you don't look like a person who practices martial arts, isn't it really a super master who knows how to hide vitality?"

Tsuru Yunyu sneered, lowered the curtain, and whispered that someone was coming. Yi Xiao raised her eyebrows slightly and smashed her mouth, "Are you here to send us a knife, or are you here to send trouble?"

As soon as the words fell, there were several figures in a row, and they had been following Song Zhiqing for several days, according to their observations, this man in green shirts holding a knife was the recently rumored Guanshan knife ghost, the personal disciple Song Zhiqing, there is no doubt that the knife wrapped in layers of green cloth in the kid's hand is the legendary ghost knife Shurakshasa . After following it in the past few days, the boy in the green shirt didn't realize it at all, and there was no trace of vitality for several days, and he turned out to be a young chick who didn't know martial arts.

The first person is Meng Ran, who is known as the "Northern Wei Dynasty River Crossing Knife", and the three behind him are all good at knives, although they are not as good as their own six-grade realm, they also have the peak strength of the five-grade grade, which is naturally more than enough to deal with a kid without a grade. It's just that the two horse owners in front of him also seem to recognize the identity of the boy in the green shirt, Meng Ran sneered and raised the knife, the knife was not unsheathed, looking at Yi Xiao, who was like a hairy boy, and said coldly, "You also want to cultivate the rakshasa?"

Yi Xiao and Meng Ran glanced at each other, and said with a smile, "I'm sorry, I don't know this person, and I don't know what Shurakshasa is, how you want to deal with this person has nothing to do with you." ”

It's none of your business, hang high.

Lao Duan was holding a cigarette gun, and he didn't bother to meddle with things, so he had to turn the head of the carriage.

Meng Ran took a mouthful of thick phlegm and spit it out to Lao Duan,

Lao Duan's figure flashed slightly, but he easily dodged, and didn't look at the four swordsmen, but his tone turned cold, and he said softly, "Little boy?"

Yi Xiao sighed helplessly, thinking that if he kept a low profile along the way, he was about to enter the Heavenly Wolf City, and was blocked by this inexplicable Guanshan Sword Ghost disciple, seeing that things were getting more and more. It's just that it is close to the Heavenly Wolf City, and the teacher specially explained that he must not cause trouble here, and he can only sigh and glance at the red cloth, she quietly closes her eyes and recuperates, but she ignores it.

This Song Zhiqing was bruised all over his body, he was a person with great luck, how could he be stumped by just four swordsmen, thinking of this, Yi Xiao said indifferently, "Old Duan, let's go." ”

Meng Ran and the four of them saw that Lao Duan endured some humiliation, and they didn't bother to look for the bad luck of the horse owner, so they were ready to draw the knife at the moment, sharpening the knife Huo Huo walked towards Song Zhiqing, and when the knife light was about to come out of the sheath-

"Hey, hey," Song Zhiqing didn't have time to scold his mother, seeing that the carriage was about to turn around so desperately, he quickly patted the dust on his body, holding the green cloth knife and feeling a little embarrassed, and muttered that he was offended. Then he raised his eyebrows slightly and spoke loudly.

"Qi Liang Xiao—"

The sentence "Xiao Yi, the little prince of Qiliang, is here!" only had three words to exit, and Song Zhiqing was kicked into the carriage by a strong force. It was just when the voice came out, Lao Duan's figure burst out, swept by, and the four swordsmen led by Meng Ran only saw an afterimage in front of them, and they didn't even have time to scream, the knife in their hands was already involuntarily unsheathed, and the knife light was like a green snake fluttering around his neck, and the next second his head jumped fiercely.

Four blood flashes flickered, Meng Ran and the four of them each left a headless corpse and fell to the ground, Lao Duan scolded and kicked Song Zhiqing, and kicked this guy into the carriage.

As soon as he entered the car, Song Zhi felt a chill in his eyebrows, it turned out to be a sword tip condensed into a sword, just in front of his forehead, the master covered with red yarn was only afraid of having a terrible realm of vitality out of the body, for example, those bandits were stronger than I don't know how many times, so I had to smile bitterly at the moment, "Don't be in a hurry to do it first, and let me explain, I can't help myself." ”

Yi Xiao restrained her smile, watching Song Zhiqing being held against the sword and not daring to move, but in private, she couldn't help but stretch out a hand from her wide green shirt and rub her buttocks, quite embarrassed.

Yi Xiao said, "How do you recognize me?"

Song Zhiqing thought that Fang Cai's kick was really ruthless, and he was merciless at all, and his butt was really hurting to death at the moment. He looked at the young man who was slightly younger than himself wrapped in a big man, and he knew that he had just happened to be right. At this moment, it was not the Dragon Bird County Lord who met him, but the little prince of Qiliang who came from the north, Nene thought about it, and said softly, "It's a long story......

"That's a long story short. Hongyi'er has always been too lazy to listen to nonsense, so she spoke indifferently, and her white qi touched Song Zhiqing's eyebrows, and she exerted herself slightly, "After a sentence is finished, there is no need to say it if you can't finish it." ”

Song Zhiqing blushed lightly and held back a sentence.

"Under ...... Meng's. ”

Yi Xiao looked at Song Zhiqing with interest, and found that the luck of this man in a green shirt who was not much older than himself was really terrifying, and it was not impossible to say that it was blind.

So Lao Duan finished disposing of the corpse, and the carriage moved forward slowly.

It's just that there is one more person who refuses to get out of the car with a dead face, holding a green cloth knife.