North mountainside, white-dressed, white-eyed people, an old man in the twilight!

The lonely visitor is gone! The horse that had been lying panting in the snow is gone! Is it dead or has it gone with no name? Only the heavy snow knows.

The horseshoe prints are gone! The human footprints are gone! The North Mountain is still a lonely mountain!

That's right! It's really lonely here! Because the first nameless who lives here feels that this place is lonely! But he didn't leave, because his kendo was lonely!

finally left without a name, and it was ten years ago, twenty years ago!

The nameless sword has always gambled, betting on a real kendo!, but they all seem to be unconvinced.

If both parties are not convinced in a gamble, they should not be judged to win or lose!

All of this is left to ten years later, can the old sword of the armor wait ten years? maybe, because the swordsman should fulfill his promise!

Liulin Town is located on the official road leading from Shunan City to Yuguan City, so this originally small town is extremely lively.

However, this town is not as peaceful as it seems, there are dragons and snakes here, there are street fighters and scoundrels, there are people who are afraid of death, and there are people who are not afraid of death! There are men and women!

However, there are many more men than women here, which may seem unusual, but it is human.

The women here seem to be different from other women, they don't learn the etiquette of loyalty and filial piety, they don't care about the reputation of chastity, they engage in the simplest and most enjoyable trade, that is, to exchange their bodies for silver taels in the hands of men!

There is no academy here, so there are no old men who have read the books of the sages, and there are no scholars who are just like them!

A limping figure appeared on the streets of the town, still holding a sword in his hand, a sword that looked extremely sharp!

However, such people are everywhere here, and they don't look at him more, and of course the girls who stand at the door and shout and laugh are even more reluctant to look at him, because he has no bags on him, and of course he doesn't have any money, and here he is just a waste!

His gaze was resolute and lonely, but at this moment his stomach betrayed him, gurgling and roaring, and his steps became heavier and heavier!

That's right, he must be hungry! The swordsman is also a human being, and when he is hungry, he has to eat.

He suddenly stopped and looked at the sword in his hand, and his mouth kept sighing, as if he was extremely dissatisfied with the sword in his hand, because at this time this sharp blade was of no use except to increase his burden!

There were a few beggars squatting in the corner of the wall, the corners of their mouths chewing and getting louder and louder, and at this time there was another sound, that is, the sound of the swordsman swallowing saliva.

The swordsman slowly walked to the beggar's side, quietly looking at the steamed bun in their hands that had been bitten and mutilated, he didn't speak, maybe he didn't know how to express it?

Several beggars also noticed the swordsman slowly approaching them, and they stopped their movements and looked at the swordsman and said, "What do you want to do?"

The trembling words indicate that they are a little afraid, and it is true that in the face of those with weapons, the weak are always easy to be afraid.

The swordsman didn't speak, just stretched out his hand and pointed to the steamed bun in their hand.

Several beggars immediately reacted and said loudly: "It turns out that you are hungry and want to eat steamed buns!"

Their words became tougher, and the fear of Fang Cai had disappeared, perhaps they could already affirm that the person in front of them was weaker than themselves, so there was already a trace of disdain and provocation in their words!

The swordsman still didn't speak, just nodded silently.

Suddenly, the beggars stood up and smashed the steamed buns in their hands at the swordsman, and they kept cursing something in their mouths.

The swordsman didn't pay attention to these people's words at all, he smiled and squatted down to pick up the steamed buns on the ground, gobbling them up, his smile was a smile of gratitude, he thanked these people for giving them steamed buns!

Looking at such a down-and-out swordsman, these beggars seemed endless, and the insults did not seem to be able to vent the anger in their hearts, they grabbed the sticks beside them and struck them at the swordsman's head without any scruples.

Blood is red! This is the color that most stimulates the primitive beast!

The swordsman slammed up from the ground and looked angrily at the benefactors who had given him steamed buns the last moment.

Several beggars were also frightened back by the swordsman's angry eyes, but they did not leave.

The swordsman holds the scabbard in his left hand and rests his right hand on the hilt of the sword, which is a sword drawing action.

In the attic not far away, a man about forty years old was still drinking tea intently just now, and when the swordsman made this sword drawing action, he put down the tea bowl and his eyes fell on the swordsman's hand!

In addition to curiosity, there is also infinite expectation in his eyes, and the swordsman drawing his sword is undoubtedly the most beautiful performance in the world! It is also the most ruthless and terrifying performance!

After a while, the man turned his head with a look of disappointment in his eyes.

The swordsman's hand loosened as the merciless sticks struck him.

The beggars scolded: "You are a wreck, don't live in this world if you don't have the ability, and you still hold a sword and pretend to be a swordsman, see if I don't kill you today!"

Does a steamed bun cost human life? Human life is very noble, but sometimes it is also very lowly! Especially in such a complicated place as the rivers and lakes! It seems to be human nature for the strong to live and the weak to die!

The swordsman's face and body are full of blood, and there is also blood on the sword, this is the blood of the swordsman!

He slowly squatted down, his expression slowly became blurred, the tearing pain became more and more intense, and the ruthless wooden stick became more and more ruthless!

The swordsman clenched his fists, as long as he drew his sword, these bullies killed him instantly, but why didn't he draw his sword? He seemed to have the consciousness of drawing his sword, but he finally gave up.

A swordsman who can't draw a sword is useless with a sword in hand!

"Stop, stop. A crisp voice rang out from behind him.

Someone finally stepped forward to stop them, but the sound didn't seem to stop the beggars, perhaps not enough to make them afraid.

"Stop, didn't you hear me when I told you to stop?" the voice sounded again.

The beggars finally got a little impatient, stopped what they were doing and turned away, and the swordsman fell in a pool of blood, but his eyes were open, and he wanted to take a good look at the man who had saved him.

The swordsman who fell in a pool of blood smiled slightly, no one knew what was worth laughing at at this time? No matter why he laughed? At least he smiled, and the world of swordsmen had another expression!

It was not a tall and mighty man who made this crisp sound, but a weak young man who was less than twenty. There is no fat man here, but why is there a thin man? Because he is so thin, you can still find that he is thin without a fat man!

But his face was very fat, and it was a little red!

No, that's not fat, it should be called swollen!

The beggars slowly walked over to the weak young man, and said with no contempt: "Stinky boy, it's you again!"

The young man said, "It's me!"

The beggars said, "You haven't been beaten enough yesterday, have you? ”

The young man stubbornly said: "I'm not here to be beaten, I'm here to do chivalrous justice!"

As soon as these words came out, the beggars laughed, the indifferent passers-by laughed, and the woman in the wind and dust laughed.

Only three people did not laugh, one was the young man himself, and the swordsman lying in a pool of blood, and the other was a man sitting in the attic drinking tea.

Here this sentence seems to be a very ridiculous joke, because everyone is laughing, but why didn't the three of them laugh?

In the midst of laughter, the merciless stick fell on the young man's body, and he used his hands to the left and right, but the weak body was no match for this strong man.

His expression was a little painful, these sticks should have hurt a lot on his body, but he never screamed!

The corners of the man's mouth in the attic rose slightly, and he muttered to himself: "This kind of way of saving people is rare! It's a bit interesting to meet these two people today!"

The young man fell to the ground, and the moment he fell, the laughter around him became even more unbridled, yes, at this moment, he was indeed a joke!

The swordsman looked at the sword in his hand, as if he was a little hesitant, he muttered to himself: "I didn't expect that my murderous sword would be used to save people today, but it's a pity that after this sword, I broke my promise and can't touch the sword again in this life!"

His heart was hesitant, but his hand did not hesitate, slowly grasped the hilt of the sword, and pulled out the sharp sword little by little, the sunlight shining on the blade of the sword emitted a little cold light, this cold light just fell on the eyes of the man drinking tea in the attic.

With a "whoosh", a figure swept down from the attic, landed firmly on the ground, and rushed towards the group of violent beggars, his right hand behind him, as if holding something, but the speed was too fast for anyone to see what it was?

There was another "whoosh" sounded like a thunderbolt, and there was a meteor-like fall!

A knife, a knife that has finished killing!

The beggars fell to the ground, and before they could close their eyes, there was a hint of surprise in their eyes in addition to the pleasure of being violent!

The only regret in this life for this group of beggars lying in a pool of blood is that they don't know who they died at, let alone what the other party killed him with?

The swordsman's sword has not yet been unsheathed, so he has slowed down because of hesitation, but he should be grateful to the knife in front of him, at least this moment the promise has not been destroyed, he can still hold his beloved sword!

The swordsman slowly stood up from the ground, walked over to the knife-wielding, and looked at the knife that was still dripping blood!

The swordsman said coldly, "Your sword should be faster!"

The sword-wielder said, "Your sword could have been unsheathed!"

The swordsman said, "The Soul Sword!"

The knife wielder said, "Neither should it be nameless!"

Soul Sword, No Name, these two names used to be very famous in the rivers and lakes, but no one here was moved by them!

The only explanation is that there are people here who are more famous than their names, and there is a common thing called "unaccustomed to it!"

The last nameless said, "You said my sword is faster than your sword?"

The Soul Absolute Knife said: "I don't know, maybe I won't have a chance to know!"

The last nameless said, "Why?"

The Soul Blade said, "Because you're not ready to draw your sword anymore!"

The last nameless said: "When I was about to draw my sword, why did you stop it?"

The Soul Breaker said: "Because the first time I didn't draw the sword, the second time it was out of helplessness, you have a hard time, you can't draw the sword!

Their conversation seems to be difficult to understand, and the simple words are so profound!

Very ordinary two people, but at this moment, they are so tall in the eyes of the young man who is still lying on the ground!

The young man gradually got up from the ground and walked behind the Soul Sword.

The young man asked, "You have not drawn a sword in the year you have been sitting there, so why do you draw it today?"

The Soul Blade turned around and said, "If I don't make a move, you'll die!"

The young man said, "If you refuse to take me as an apprentice, I might as well die!"

It turned out that this young man knew each other with the Soul Sword, at least this conversation proved that they were not strangers!

The Soul Knife said, "What's your name?"

The young man said, "Wen Yunfeng." ”

The Soul Knife said: "I remember you, I'll think about it for a while, I'll come to you if I want!"

Wen Yunfeng said: "A word is a certainty. ”

The Soul Breaker said, "One word is a certainty. ”

When a word is a fixed outlet in the rivers and lakes, a promise takes root in people's hearts!

Wen Yunfeng turned around and was about to leave, his eyes and the nameless eyes converged, a very brief but real existence!

Zhong Wuming and Wen Yunfeng don't seem to be people who talk a lot, so they don't have words to talk, since they have nothing to say, it's best not to say it, if they talk too much, they will become nonsense!

Looking at the back of Wen Yunfeng leaving, the Soul Absolute Sword smiled, and finally Nameless also smiled!

A swordsman who never laughs, laughed twice today, and both because of the same person, so what will happen to them?

The Soul Knife patted the final nameless shoulder and said, "What do you think of this person?"

The final nameless replied a little blankly, "What?"

The Soul Blade smiled and said, "It's nothing! I'll invite you to tea!"

With that, the two of them came to the attic together!

One case, two cups of tea!

A knife is a knife that kills, and a sword is a sword that kills!