One

In the early morning, the golden rooster reports the dawn and the sky is slightly bright. With the crow of chickens, the hard day of the people at the bottom began. In the cold winter wax moon, the dawn of the CD blows a cold wind. Despite this, the Tonghui Gate in the east of the city and the Zhonghe Gate in the south of the city are still full of people. They were all in rags, standing in several rows, waiting for the gates to open.

"Line up well! If you can't line up, don't open the door!"

The gate guard shouted impatiently. However, the people of the city were only looking for favorable terrain to avoid the cold wind, and no one paid attention to him.

"These Diao people ......!"

"Forget it, don't bother with them, just open the door!"

As he spoke, the other old officer opened the gates.

"Take out the household cards and pass them one by one! Those who don't have a household card will be punished!"

Although the errand officer shouted like this, he knew very well in his heart that the household card was just a routine. Where would the destitute and poorly clothed homeless people have any household signs? They crowded outside the city gates and swarmed in, trying to take advantage of the chaos to avoid being questioned by the errands. The officers also knew this, and did not stop it, but just stood aside and watched silently.

CD is bordered by the Jinjiang River in the east and the Minjiang River in the south. The two rivers meet in the southeast of CD Province and flow into the Yangtze River. The wharf here is bustling with people coming and going, and it is bustling with people. Hundreds of ships dock at the port every day, so it is natural that a large number of people are needed to move the goods. This is where the outcasts of the city gates are headed. They want to get a job here to make ends meet. Wang Yi is also one of them. Although he was not as ragged as the other poor people, he was only dressed in a single garment, which made it difficult to protect him from the cold. He stood in the bitter cold wind, looking out at the pier, as if thinking about something. He has been on CD for more than a year. Wang Ling's illness had cost him all his savings, and he had to come here to make a living in order to make a living. This day was the third day he came to the pier. At this time, he could not stand on the side of the ship like other poor people, begging the owner to hire him to carry the goods, and he was ashamed to stretch out his hand and beg for the passengers on board. On top of that, the poor here are so skinny that he can't bear to compete with them for this limited number of jobs.

"Maybe you're not hungry enough!"

Wang Yi thought so. He knew that only Cang Lishi could know honor and disgrace. For those who have not yet solved the problem of food and clothing, filling their stomachs is the first priority, and they have no time to take care of such illusory things as etiquette and face. Although Wang Yi has not yet fallen to this point, his sister's illness has reached the point where he has to abandon his dignity. Wang Ling is gradually dying. She has been sick for a long time, and she has reached the point where she is getting weaker and less worried. The world is so big, there are no surprises, but Wang Ling's disease is the first time Wang Yi has seen it. According to the doctor's diagnosis, the cause of Wang Ling is unknown, and it is impossible to determine exactly what kind of disease it is. But this disease is like a demon, not only tormenting Wang Ling getting thinner and thinner, but even Wang Yi, who takes care of Wang Ling, feels that life is worse than death. It seems that for this pair of brothers and sisters, only death is the best relief. As the saying goes, there is no filial son in front of the bed of a long illness. After taking care of Wang Ling for so long, Wang Yi gradually felt powerless. But he knew that during his seven years in Nanban, his sister would never suffer less than him. The current Wang Ling, although it is bitter and sweet, but that painful memory will always be a thorn in her heart, not something that can be forgotten. Wang Yi knew this very well in his heart. How could he not have been tormented by painful memories of the past? a pain born of the heart, a pain that bordered on disillusionment, a pain that could never be cured. Although Wang Yi and Wang Ling have different experiences, the pain in their hearts is similar. The strange thing is that if Wang Yi can survive, why can't Wang Ling? If the answer to this question can be found, Wang Ling may still be saved. However, in the past few years, Wang Yi has scattered all his family wealth and visited famous doctors, but Wang Ling has not shown the slightest sign of improvement, and he can't even find out the cause. Nowadays, let alone looking for a doctor, even eating is a problem.

Wang Yi walked towards the crowd, thinking that he had to do something today. Now, it's no longer time to think about others. At this time, he happened to see a large ship docked in the harbor, and the cargo on it looked to weigh two hundred stones. He walked through the crowd and saw the boatman standing in his boat, throwing down the rope to secure the boat, laying down the planks to pave the way, and shouting for the porter.

"The goods are very heavy, we just need a sturdy guy! Hey, that old man over there, just your body, don't come to look for death! Get out of the way!"

The boatman had a fierce face, a scar on his face, an eye patch, and a hairy body, and stood on the boat and roared loudly. Wang Yi felt that this person was very familiar, but he didn't think so much, and waved his hand at him.

"I, let me come!"

The man glanced at him, gave him a subtle expression, and waved at him.

"Okay, you come up. And also...... That's the one who looks vicious! Yes, it's you! Come up, and the one next to you comes up!"

The boatman chose five people at random. As he said, the box was very heavy. A box was half a zhang long and as thick as a coffin, and five people rushed up to barely lift the box. There were more than twenty such boxes in the warehouse below deck, and they were going to carry these boxes to a wagon.

Wang Yi thought it was very unusual. The weight of the box and the gurgling inside reminded him of his past. Wasn't that the sound he had heard in Nanban? The inside of the box was clearly the sound of iron things colliding with each other. Wang Yi thought well, the box contained guns, swords and other weapons. Not only that, but the boatmen and other boatmen were dressed in peculiar ways. They were dressed in military uniforms (military uniforms, also known as light clothing, with a sweater or leather jacket on the outside and a black costume on the inside), and looked like the owners of the goods.

"Are you ...... in the martial arts?"

Wang Yi lowered his head unconsciously. He didn't want to have anything to do with martial arts anymore. The last time he had a bad relationship with Wulin, it not only left him with indelible pain, made him leave his hometown and wander everywhere, but also made his sister terminally ill, and she is still suffering from illness. Although there were other people who killed the owner of Chen Zhuang and burned Chen Jiazhuang, in order not to harm others, Wang Yi took all the charges, after all, there was nothing worth his nostalgia there. After loading, the wagon departed. The boatman gave each porter a few taels of copper.

"Thank you!"

Wang Yi lowered his head, and just as he wanted to turn away, he was grabbed by the shoulders by the boatman.

"Wait a minute!"

Wang Yi was stunned for a moment. Could it be that what he was worried about was about to come true? The man in front of him was very familiar, could it be Chen Jiazhuang's former subordinates?

This time, he guessed wrong. The boatman pulled Wang Yi's face, leaned against his own face, smiled at him, and said:

"Hey, Chen Kezhao, don't you remember me?"

At that moment, Wang Yi remembered. He stared at the boatman with wide eyes, surprised that he had met him here.

The boatman, the motor laughed.

"It's been two years since I said goodbye that day, right? Although I have one eye missing...... but we are friends of life and death, you didn't recognize me!"

Wang Yi and Ma Ma walked slowly with the carriage. The joy of reunion after a long absence is only temporary, and an awkward silence ensues. Except for the feelings of the trenches in the past, the two really have no common language.

Wang Yi pointed to the passengers who came down from the dock and the inspection inspector who checked the salute and asked:

"Isn't this salute inspected?"

"Ours don't have to be checked. ”

"I see. ”

Silence again.

The motor glanced at Wang Yi and asked:

"Looks like you've had a lot of luck lately. ”

Wang Yi shrugged his shoulders and replied:

"I've never had a time when I've had good luck. ”

"Huh...... That's it!"

The motor smiled sinisterly and somewhat exaggeratedly, and continued:

"I ...... , I don't know what you think, I'm very grateful to you. Though...... At that time, I just blindly cursed. In the end, it was thanks to you that I picked up a life, and I ...... Walked out of that hell. ”

"There's no need to thank me. ”

"Thank you still for thanks. So...... How do you want me to repay you?"

Wang Yi looked at the motor blankly and laughed.

"Don't say you've seen me!"

The motor laughed again.

"It's not that hard. Still, I want to do something for you......"

He looked at Wang Yi, hesitated for a moment, and then asked firmly:

"Do you want to be a samurai?"

Wang Yi never wanted to be a samurai. His original dream was to become a farmer and shoulder the responsibility of supporting his family. After this dream was shattered, he never dreamed again. Even so, there is nothing wrong with being a samurai.

Wang Yi didn't know why he thought that. When he left his hometown, didn't he swear never to have anything to do with martial arts again?

"Maybe I'm hungry. ”

As the saying goes, a penny forces down a hero, once a person is hungry, what else can't be done?

Ma Ma invited Wang Yi to dinner at an inn more than ten miles away from CD Mansion, and Wang Yi couldn't stop thinking while eating.

"Have you ever heard of the Fei Sect? You are not a martial arts person, so you may not have heard of it. The Fei Sect is also one of the best sects in this area. I'm devoting myself to this now, and I'm the fifth chief here. Recently, the Flying Sect summoned the samurai, although it is difficult to be selected without a one-and-a-half-move, but don't worry, if you want, I promise to let you in. ”

To achieve five long, it means that there are still a few followers under the motor. Therefore, Wang Yi can understand the confidence in the motor's tone.

"Do you want to increase the number of men, or do you want me to be your subordinate?"

Wang Yi didn't care much about this. But even if a former comrade-in-arms has become a superior, so what can it do?

"Good. ”

Wang nodded. Even when Wang Yi was full, he did not change his mind about becoming a samurai. After all, he never wanted to live that hungry life anymore. Even if he could stand it, his sister wouldn't be able to.

Mada stood up and said:

"Okay, let's go!"

"Wait a minute!"

Wang Yi grabbed the sleeve of the motor, put it to his ear, and said:

"Call me Wang Yi in the future, forget the name Chen Kezhao!"

The motor glanced at Wang Yi suspiciously, couldn't help laughing, and said:

"That's it!

He pressed close to Wang Yi's ear and asked quietly:

"What crime did you commit? robbery or murder?"

"Kill!"

"Murder ......! Also, we can get out of that hell alive, and killing is nothing to us anymore. So, how many people did you kill?"

"A lot! a lot!"

"Hahahaha-!"

Mada smiled and didn't ask any further. Obviously, he didn't believe what Wang Yi said. However, for Wang Yi, this may be a good thing.

The Fei Sect Gate is located at the foot of the mountain not far from the CD Mansion, and that cargo is owned by the Fei Sect. Although the scale of the Fei Sect is not large, it is a martial arts sect with a long history. This was Wang Yi's first impression of the Fei Sect. What he listened to later confirmed his thoughts. Feizong is another name for the founder of Feizong. Judging from the name, this person must have done something extraordinary. In fact, more than 200 years ago, when Feizong was founded, Feizong not only achieved light achievements, but also martial arts were also one of the best masters in the rivers and lakes.

However, the current Feizong Sect is long gone, and it has become a small sect that can be seen everywhere in Sichuan, and there is no martial arts that can be mastered except for light skills. The Feizong Sect became famous again, after the contemporary sect master inherited the mantle. However, the reason for his fame was not because the master of the sect was strong in martial arts, but because he became a disciple of the Qingcheng faction by chance. In this way, the contemporary master has become the master with the strongest martial arts after the first master. In addition, if he can become a disciple of the Qingcheng Sect, one of the Nine Great Sects and quite influential in Sichuan, he will naturally add a lot of color to the Fei Sect. Not only that, the fact that the Fei Sect accepts disciples without asking about their background is also quite praised by people in the rivers and lakes.

Wang Yi walked into the manor with Mada. The solemnity is very large, quite large-scale, and there are people coming and going, most of them are strong men wearing military uniforms like motors. They either bow their heads and nod to the motor first, or the motor bows their heads first to say hello. The place to pick the samurai is located in the martial arts training ground on the side of the manor. Originally, applicants were required to go to the building in front of the martial arts training ground to report their names, origins and martial arts experience. As soon as Wang had the backstage of the motor, he skipped this link and went directly to the martial arts training ground to wait for the exam.

In addition to Wang Yi, there are dozens of people waiting for the exam. They were all strong, hideous-looking, and held all kinds of weapons in their hands. However, none of these people passed the exam. The examiner was not late until midday. He was a thin middle-aged man, and whenever someone came up, he would let him show his martial arts, and he watched casually from the sidelines, picking his nose from time to time, and impatiently sending people away.

"Let's go back and play with the kids!"

In Wang Yi's opinion, these people are all skilled in boxing, extraordinary in martial arts, and their martial arts are much higher than themselves, but they were dejected by the examiner's words and left in a huff.

"In the past, even straw bales would have been reluctantly accepted. But today is different, the people selected today must at least be able to be the fifth chief. Mada muttered. Wang Yi looked at the martial arts training ground and asked:

"And what are you bringing me here for?"

"As for you, I will especially ask the Hall Master to accept you. He was my direct boss and had a good opinion of me, so he probably wouldn't refuse me. When it's your turn, you can just go up and dance your sword at will. "The chief examiner this time is Jinyan Feiying Shang Taiji, one of the three masters of the Fei Sect. He is the hall master of the Flying Sect. It's true that he's Mada's direct boss, but to say that he has a crush on him is probably Motor's wishful thinking. Shang Taiji glanced at Wang Yi. Seeing this, the motor quietly walked up to Shang Taiji and whispered something in his ear. Shang Taiji's face became visibly ugly, he frowned, waved his hand like a fly, and let the motor retreat.

"Wang Yi?"

"Yes. ”

Wang Yi walked to the middle of the martial arts training ground. Shang Taiji's voice was extremely stiff, Wang Yi knew that today's incident was probably out of the picture.

"What will you do?"

Wang Yi hesitated for a moment and replied:

"A little bit of knife skills. ”

"Go pick a random weapon from the armory rack and show it to me. ”

There is a weapon rack on one side of the martial arts training ground, on which there are eighteen kinds of weapons, and there are all kinds of knives. There are the ghost head knife that Wang Yi is familiar with, the wind-breaking knife with a thick blade, and the three-pointed knife with separate blades. Wang Yi picked out the lightest and shortest lancet.

"Let's get started!"

Wang Yi hesitated, not knowing what to show. After all, he had never learned any decent martial arts, so how could he show it?

"Let you start!"

"Give me ......"

"What?"

"Give me something I can chop, and I'll chop it for you. ”

Mada's expression sank. Things didn't go the way he had imagined.

Shang Taiji scoffed:

"Do you want me to see you chopping wood? Why, is the martial art you learned to be a logging skill?"

After listening to Shang Taiji's words, the samurai who stood behind and watched the excitement laughed. Wang Yi blushed, but he was helpless, and said:

"My sword skills can only be practiced, not shown. ”

Listening to Wang Yi's words, Shang Taiji's face changed. He touched his chin with his hand, got up from his seat, and said:

"In that case, then you can cut me!"

"What ...... cut?"

"I, you will treat me as an enemy and cut me with a knife!"

Shang Taiji pointed to the tip of his nose.