The years are soul-inducing, and the soul is broken. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info is good and evil, and all of them are lost.

I don't know when it started, and I don't know where it came from, this specious poem began to circulate in the rivers and lakes. Along with this poem, there is a person's name, and this name is called Guiyidao.

No one knows Gui Yidao's age, no one knows what he looks like, and no one even knows where he came from. He suddenly appeared on the rivers and lakes, and every time he appeared, he took away a life, and only took a life.

No one knows why he killed these people, some of them good and some of them evil. No one knows how he killed these people, some of them were in hidden dark rooms, some in crowded downtown areas, and some even on the stage in full view.

He is too mysterious, too cold-blooded, and from the people he kills, we can draw a conclusion, he kills people with only one knife, one knife, ruthless and decisive.

It is said that his knife is called the years, and the soul will be broken as soon as the years come out, so the people in the rivers and lakes call him the soul of the years to return to a knife, but no one still knows who is the knife!

The ancient city, the sunset, the falling leaves, the boy, the knife.

The knife is a good knife, bright and beautiful, if a Wang Qinghong. People are teenagers, handsome and cold, like a lonely peak.

At this time, just as the sun was setting, the handsome young man stood under the restaurant with a knife and looked indifferent. A gust of wind blew, and a few fallen leaves on the tree came suddenly, and when he passed by the young man, he suddenly spoke, "Fifteen years, fifteen years, today, the Canglang knife technique can finally reappear in the rivers and lakes!"

The crowded restaurant suddenly quieted down, and the people in the restaurant turned their attention to the young man with the knife.

Forty-five years ago, Yi Cangchen watched the Yellow River and created the Canglang knife method, punishing rape and eliminating notoriety on the rivers and lakes, and five years later, Yi Cangchen and his wife were killed by Mobei Shuangsha, leaving only the only son Yi Zhenhai who was only ten years old in the world. Just when everyone thought that the Canglang knife technique was about to decline, thirty-five years ago, the fifteen-year-old Yi Zhenhai was born, and he cut off Dugu He, one of the two evils in the desert north, under the knife, and the other evil Dugu Ming, who was heavily injured, escaped into the desert north, and the chasing Yi Zhenhai was blocked by the desert eagle Wei Ying, and Yi Zhenhai, who was seriously injured, withdrew from the desert with hatred, although the revenge was unsuccessful, but it was also so frightened that Dugu Ming did not dare to step into the Central Plains again.

Thirty years ago, Yi Zhenhai built Canglang Villa on Canglang Mountain outside Luoyang City, and the name of Canglang Knife Yi Zhenhai resounded throughout the rivers and lakes, and the Canglang knife method also became the first knife method in the rivers and lakes. Just when everyone thought that Canglang Villa would become a first-class force in the rivers and lakes, an accident happened, the Yi family seemed to be cursed by God, one night fifteen years ago, Canglang Villa was burned by fire, and the Yi family was buried in it, and the Canglang knife technique was lost.

But there have always been rumors on the rivers and lakes that Yi Zhenhai has a son who escaped the catastrophe because of his travels, but unfortunately because the Yi family has always been low-key, no one knows the name and appearance of Yi Zhenhai's son, and no one can find the heir of the Yi family. In the past fifteen years, there have been people who claim to be the heirs of the Yi family, and every time they will attract attention, but none of them will be true.

Just when everyone was stunned, a hearty laughter came from the restaurant, and a tall young man jumped out of the window on the second floor of the restaurant.

The corners of the knife-wielding boy's mouth were slightly upturned, and he bent out a good-looking arc, seeing the long stick splitting, he waved the knife unhurriedly to block, and just when the two weapons were about to collide, the long stick suddenly turned into a sweep, and swept towards the knife-wielding boy's waist. Seeing that the long stick was about to reach his body, the knife-wielding boy did not panic at all, and even smiled slightly, and in the expectant eyes of everyone, the knife-wielding boy let out a scream that shook the sky, and the whole person was swept away more than two feet away.

"Waha......" When everyone was in a mess, the young man with the stick looked up to the sky and laughed, "What kind of bullshit is the first knife technique in the world, after all, it is not as good as your Feng Changyun Uncle Feng Thunder Stick!hahaha......"

The people in the restaurant became more and more messy, and they were very speechless at this man named Feng Changyun, and they all withdrew their eyes and no longer paid attention to the farce that happened outside. Just when everyone thought the farce had subsided, a childish voice came from outside.

"Are you two looking for death?" The immature voice was full of anger, which once again attracted everyone's attention, and they all turned their eyes to the outside of the restaurant again.

I saw that on the long street outside the restaurant, a boy who looked to be only eight or nine years old was standing in front of Feng Changyun with a long knife on his back, glaring at Feng Changyun angrily, obviously this boy was talking just now.

"Little brat, you don't understand the things of adults. Feng Changyun bent down slightly and rubbed the boy's head, and waved his hand aggressively, "Go back, your mother is waiting for you to eat." ”

"The Canglang Knife Technique is not to be insulted!" the boy glared at Feng Changyun and said word by word, "I am Yi Lang, the grandson of the Canglang Knife!"

In the past 15 years, although there have been countless people pretending to be the descendants of the Canglang Knife Method, no one has ever claimed to be the grandson of the Canglang Knife, and judging by the age of this boy, it is not impossible. If this boy is also a fake, everyone will laugh, but if it is true, then the rivers and lakes will be lively!

"Hahahaha......" Feng Changyun leaned back with a smile, and pointed his finger at the knife-wielding young man who had just gotten up from the ground, "Oh, that kid claims to be the heir of the Yi family, and he was knocked down by my uncle and me, and you call yourself Yi Zhenhai's grandson, you are really promising!"

"I will settle the account of him pretending to be the Yi family, and if you insult the account of the Canglang Sword Technique, I will settle it with you now!" Yi Lang glanced at the embarrassed young man, slowly pulled out the long knife from behind him, and looked at Feng Changyun, "Make a move!"

After that, without waiting for Feng Changyun to answer, the long knife waved, and the body followed the knife, and the long knife with cold light slashed towards Feng Changyun vigorously, Feng Changyun's loud laughter that was about to exit was forced back by a knife, and his face was flushed for a while, but he didn't dare to slow down the movements in his hands, and as soon as the long stick turned over, he blocked Yi Lang's long knife.

The knives and sticks intersected, Feng Changyun only felt a huge force coming from the long knife, and his red face immediately turned purple. Although Yi Lang is young, the knife in his hand is not slow, and he has not made any achievements in one move, and the next move has not stopped attacking Feng Changyun.

Feng Changyun secretly complained, he lost the first move in one move, and he fell behind everywhere, if it weren't for Yi Lang's age and lack of deep internal strength, he would have been defeated a long time ago. Although this child is young, his knife skills are really exquisite, and if he is not careful, he will suffer a big loss. Feng Changyun's mind was spinning, and he was desperately attacked by a blow of internal strength, and the long stick in his hand suddenly struck, and immediately changed his defensive position to an offensive and attacked Yi Lang.

Yi Lang fought a few times and felt that his skills were indeed inferior to Feng Changyun, not only did he not panic in his heart, but he was secretly happy, the moves of the Canglang Knife Technique were not necessarily wonderful, and the reason why he could be famous was because the Canglang Knife Technique had a characteristic. There are a total of thirteen types of Canglang knife technique, each of which is superimposed layer by layer like waves, and when it comes to the thirteenth style, the power can almost make the mountains and rivers change color.

"Today, the Canglang Sword Technique will surely shake the rivers and lakes!" Yi Lang made up his mind, the knife move in his hand changed suddenly, and his mouth roared, "You don't see, the water of the Yellow River comes from the sky!"

Everyone watching the battle saw Yi Lang suddenly spin, and the long knife in his hand also rotated around his body, and a white horse suddenly appeared out of thin air, and after rotating around the long knife, he suddenly escaped into the void, and at the same time that the last bit of white light disappeared, a knife light suddenly appeared in the void above Feng Changyun's head and slashed down!

Where would Feng Changyun have thought that the boy in front of him would be able to release his strength at a young age, and he couldn't help but be a little flustered when he was defenseless, and he was busy running the true qi in his body on the long stick, only to see a slight silver light on the silver long stick, and when he saw that the silver light was getting stronger and stronger, the white knife qi had already slashed into the long stick!

Rumble!

With a loud bang, the long stick trembled violently, the silver light immediately dissipated without a trace, Feng Changyun spurted out a mouthful of blood, retreated again and again, and before he could stand firmly, Yi Lang's long knife was already chasing after him with a strong evil aura, Feng Changyun was so shocked that his face was colorless, he was unprepared for a moment just now, and he had already suffered a heavy blow, at this time, the qi and blood in his body were churning, and Yi Lang's offensive was even more fierce, where could he resist?

Even so, now that it is a matter of life and death, where will Feng Changyun be restrained, forcibly suppressing the churning qi and blood, and about to forcibly carry the true qi of the whole body, Yi Lang's long knife has stopped on his neck, and Feng Changyun's entire body is stiff, and he does not dare to move.

"Remember, from now on, no one will be allowed to insult the Canglang Sword Technique!" Yi Lang's immature face was full of seriousness, "This is what I, Yi Lang, the grandson of the Canglang Knife, and the son of the Overlord Sword, said!"

The son of the sword! It turned out to be the son of the sword! One stone stirred up a thousand waves, the sword was actually the descendant of the Canglang knife, or to be precise, the sword was the son of the wave knife and the sea of the sea, no wonder, no wonder the sword was so young, and it was so prestigious!

"Where did Yi Lang go?" suddenly someone exclaimed in the midst of the discussion.

When everyone looked outside the restaurant again, they saw that the outside was empty, Yi Lang didn't know when he had left, although the protagonist had left, but it did not affect everyone's interest, and the heated discussion of the reappearance of the Canglang knife technique on the rivers and lakes would have an impact on the martial arts, and the whole restaurant was noisy for a while.

In the hustle and bustle, the silent young man on a table near the window looked a little out of place, only to see that this young man was wearing a blue robe, very handsome, but with some sorrow between his eyebrows, sitting alone at a table at this time, deaf to the hustle and bustle in the restaurant, slowly drinking the wine in the wine jar, his eyes were foggy, and his thoughts had drifted far away.

"This brother is invited. The young man who was drinking suddenly paused, his eyes raised slightly, and there were two young people standing in front of him, a man and a woman, the woman was wearing a red dress and holding a purple whip, and the man was wearing a white dress and holding a spear.

The young man in the blue shirt looked at the woman in red Murong Xiaoshuang again, and saw that she had a beautiful and fair face, a playful smile on her small mouth, and a pair of bright big eyes flickered at the young man in the blue shirt, as if she was a little puzzled.

The blue-shirted young man's eyes flickered when he saw the appearance of the woman in red, but this flash was very short-lived, and no one noticed it at all, he raised his right hand lightly, motioned for the two to sit down, and took down a long blue cloth bag placed on the table and leaned against the edge of the table, and then did not look at the two of them, and drank alone.

"Thank you, brother. The man in white sat down and bowed his hand to the blue-shirted young man, "I haven't asked my brother Taizun's name yet." ”

"Yi Tianfeng. ”