There are many legends in the rivers and lakes, and these legends often have a similar beginning: It was a long, long time ago, I heard your master once tell that when he was a teenager, there was a ...... in the rivers and lakes

The more unverifiable things are, the more they need to be passed on by word of mouth, and in this inheritance, what they bring is indeed exaggerated like a tiger. www.biquge.info In order to prevent this exaggeration from being punctured, legends often occur more than 100 years ago in that unverifiable era.

But some people, when they were young and when they were alive, were already legends, like, Jian Chen's master, the heavenly sword was nameless.

Jiang Feng's wounds had already healed in the bumps along the way, but he didn't want to escape. One is because Uncle Tiger's light skills and martial arts are far above him, and the other is because Jiang Feng really wants to go to the Zhonghua Pavilion to meet this legendary martial arts myth.

When he first arrived at Zhonghua Pavilion, the first thing Jiang Feng saw was not the quaint and natural wooden building, nor the scenery like a peach orchard outside the wooden building, but a person.

He sat on a large tree stump that had been broken for an unknown number of years, and his long hair was naturally draped over his shoulders. Dressed in a well-fitting blue cloth gown and a polished quaint erhu, he leisurely pulled a sad elegy.

The singing voice flutters, revealing a depressed and pathetic mood, a reminiscence of the past, and a sigh for the past. Erhu's voice was very bright, but Jiang Feng felt very quiet, this should be a man with a story.

Jiang Feng followed Uncle Tiger and Jian Chen, and slowly walked in front of the man.

An erhu song shouldn't be too long, but the three of them stood here quietly, listening, listening......

Jiang Feng seemed to have thought of a lot, but unfortunately, everything he thought of was only two people, Ying Yue and Lianxing. These two girls who thought they were invincible in the world in martial arts, although most of the people in the world were afraid of them, Jiang Feng knew that they were still too weak.

The reason why Jiang Feng picked up the knife was half because he wanted to think of himself, and half because he wanted to protect them.

At the end of the song, people may not be scattered......

The man who pulled the erhu raised his head, he looked into Jiang Feng's eyes, and Jiang Feng also looked at him.

"Good!"

"You know?"

"I don't understand?"

"I don't understand, why is it good?"

"I'm congratulating myself!"

"Why?"

"I'm alive. ”

"How?"

"I can still hold a knife in my hand. ”

"What about knives?"

"It can kill. ”

"Who?"

"Someone you want to kill?"

"Why do you kill?"

"I have someone in my heart!"

Speaking of this, the man suddenly said to the man in black and Jian Chen: "Ghost Tiger put things down, please take Jian Chen back to rest first!"

"Yes!"

Jian Chen, who followed the ghost tiger away, looked at Jiang Feng when he was leaving, in his heart, if he could kill Jiang Feng and bring his stomach back to Xiaolou to listen to the spring rain overnight, maybe everything would be different.

His master is the Central Plains martial arts myth nameless, although he is no longer in the rivers and lakes, but the rivers and lakes will always be indispensable to his legend. As an unknown heir, Jian Chen, who got the heroic sword, was undoubtedly proud and proud.

But the first time he struck, Jian Chen was defeated, and he shouldn't have been defeated. Although true heroes may not be able to succeed forever, they will never lack the courage to start over again after failure, and Jian Chen's last glance at Jiang Feng is jealousy and resentment, they are buried deeply, but they are like a seed, one day, it will take root and sprout.

"Introduce yourself, my name is Nameless!"

"My name is Jiang Feng. ”

Although Jiang Feng knows how to respect, I am afraid that it will be difficult for him to know how to respect in his life.

Nameless put it in the erhu and picked up the wood carving that the ghost tiger had placed in front of Nameless before leaving.

The news about Jiang Feng and this wood carving, not long after the incident, Nameless had already learned about it through the Flying Pigeon Legend.

"This wood carving, strictly speaking, there are two strokes here, I carved it. ”

Jiang Feng nodded and replied, "Yes, Li Xunhuan once told me about this wood carving. According to him, he used this in exchange for me to do something for him!"

"Li Xunhuan ......"

The nameless voice stretched for a long time, and his thoughts suddenly returned to a day a long, long time ago.

It was a cold day, and the desolation and desert of the border made the town more and more overshadowed.

Confusion, poverty, misery, everything that is not part of the light, has come here.

"Driving ......"

The sound of horses' hooves came in waves, and where the smoke and dust were filled, there were the envious and fearful eyes of the unclothed people on both sides of the street.

That day, Nameless happened to travel to that small town, happened to settle in a baked cake stall, and happened to meet someone who was eating baked cakes.

Melancholy, sad, at first glance, in the eyes of this person who is not a few years younger than him, he let Nameless vaguely see his feelings.

The tall horse suddenly stood in front of the little biscuit stand, and there was a painful neigh, a long piece of iron stuck into the horse's foot.

"Damn, the horse that hurt Lao Tzu, you really don't want to live!"

The knight has a knife, the owner of the biscuit stall does not have a knife, and the rules of the side plug are as simple as that. But the next moment, before Nameless could make a move, the owner of the baked cake stall came back to his senses, but he had already found that a thin and thin flying knife had been inserted into the knight's throat.

"You ......"

There was more than one knight, but soon, a man who looked like a leader looked at the wound. With a loud drink, it retreated like a tide.

Nameless saw that the man had been carelessly carving a wood carving, so he stepped forward with a smile and said, "Can you carve a wood carving for me?"

The man looked up, smiled and said, "Yes!"

His smile is genuine, and no matter who he is, he can feel a kind of strength in his smile. A kind of tolerance, the power of friendship.

The man was holding a knife, and he carved it so quickly that the sawdust kept falling as if it were raining. It's as if it's not carving a wood carving, it's peeling a fruit.

But in the end, only the hand was left, which made the other party frown. It seems that no matter what, it will never be able to be carved again.

Seeing this, Nameless suddenly smiled and asked the man, "Nameless under the nameless, didn't ask for advice?"

"Li Xunhuan!"

Li Xunhuan...... Good guy, good name!"

As soon as the words fell, the strings of the erhu in the nameless hand moved, and a lively hand jumped into life.

"This wood carving is for you, I hope you can carve one yourself and return it to me one day!"

When Nameless Thoughts returned, the next moment, he suddenly murmured, "Yes, since he is willing to give you this wood carving, it proves that he believes in you." And the fact that you can not be controlled by the magic knife is enough to prove that he is not wrong.

I ask you, would you like to learn the sword with me?" )