Jing Chuan was taken out of the city by Ding Man and came to a clearing at the foot of the mountain behind the city. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The sun was blazing, the heat was rising up, and the gravel under the soles of the feet was hot.

Jing Chuan noticed that there were dozens of human bones scattered on the ground, dazzling in the sun.

"See?" Jing Chuan said, pointing to the human bones, "These are all people who know a little kung fu, but unfortunately they are not as good as me." ”

Jing Chuan didn't speak, he remembered the rumors he heard on the way here: Ding Man, a bandit in Feiyun Town, likes knife techniques, and many people who go to Feiyun Town are caught, but anyone who knows how to do kung fu will compete with Ding Man. According to the bandits of Feiyun Town, it is called "practicing knives". Ding Man's knife skills are powerful, he has never met an opponent, and there are many heroes who have died under his knife.

Ding Man put the knife on his shoulder and said to Jing Chuan: "Seeing that you are a person who knows how to use swordsmanship, let's compare it today, and let you see my Dongying katana." ”

Jing Chuan observed this man who had become a bandit leader at a young age, although he was childish, but he was not as frivolous as ordinary young people, which could be seen from the old eyes. Among the people Jing Chuan has killed, there are not a few young people, most of them died from their arrogance and carelessness, and the young man in front of him, Jing Chuan can see that although he is arrogant on the surface, he is a person who is very deep in the city.

The brown peaks stood tall behind them like a piece of black iron. The wind from the desert blew to the foot of the mountain, swirling with sand and dust, cutting over the stones, and making a whimpering sound, which grew louder and louder.

Ding Man covered his mouth with a piece of cloth around his neck to block the sand and dust flying everywhere, and lit up his knife at Jing Chuan, who carried the knife and walked towards Ding Man.

The two men fought at the foot of the mountain.

Ding Man's katana is light, the knife is extremely fast, and the momentum is overwhelming, every move does not give Jing Chuan a chance to fight back, his knife moves are deadly, and people who are not strong enough will either fall to the ground with their heads or break their arms and legs within a few moves. Jing Chuan did not take the initiative to attack, but observed Ding Man's knife technique in defense.

After a few moves, Jing Chuan found that Ding Man's sword technique changed quickly, relying on the lightness of the katana, he could immediately make the next move when the opponent blocked, and if the reaction was not fast enough, he would find an opportunity within a few moves. And his knife technique is just as weird as himself, I can't tell what school it is, it's more like a mixed knife technique of different genres, both offensive and defensive, aggressive and aggressive, and calm when retreating.

Ding Man attacked Jing Chuan like a whirlwind, and every move was caught by Jing Chuan. Ding Man found that Jing Chuan was not powerless to fight back, but deliberately defensive. He could feel the force that rebounded from Jing Chuan's block, and the force stopped halfway through, no longer moving forward, and he couldn't overpower the force. After the force came out of Jing Chuan's body, it became as hard as a stone, and if he used it again, the force seemed to be transmitted to his arm through the knife, causing his hands to vibrate. Ding Man couldn't find Jing Chuan's loopholes, and no matter how he attacked, Jing Chuan had a way to defuse his moves.

Ding Man stopped, and Jing Chuan also took a few steps back.

Ding Man looked at Jing Chuan, Jing Chuan stood calmly, not panting, and not only did his heart beat faster, but his two arms were a little numb. Only then did he know that Jing Chuan was deliberately on the defensive in order to preserve his strength, and after this fight, he consumed a lot of strength.

"Two more moments!" said Timon and rushed over again.

In their distance, more than fifty bandits stood in a row, forming a large encirclement, encircling the two of them at the foot of the mountain. The bandits were all armed with knives, and some of them drew their bows and arrows and pointed at Jing Chuan.

"If something doesn't go wrong, kill him. The bandit, who looked like a small leader, said to an archer.

Jing Chuan and Ding Man are fighting. The sand and dust on the ground were rolled up by them, blurring their figures. The two men moved and entangled in the sound of blades colliding. Ding Man gradually felt powerless, he had been attacking fiercely, but Jing Chuan deliberately defended, and now, the speed and strength of his knife were not as good as when he started, and Jing Chuan's every defense was still so hard.

Ding Man swung his knife and slashed Jing Chuan, but was blocked by Jing Chuan's vertical knife, before Ding Man could react, he was kicked in the stomach, and the whole person fell backwards, but fortunately he used the knife to support the back in time, so he did not fall to the ground.

Ding Man put one hand on his stomach, and the other hand holding the handle of the knife was also trembling, and the knife was trembling with it.

Jing Chuan was still standing in front of him as he had before the knife had begun, his face calm.

The little leader standing in the distance took the archer's bow and arrow, opened his bow, squinted one eye, and aimed the arrow at Jing Chuan.

Ding Man saw it, and a smile crossed the corner of his mouth.

"Old thing, the kung fu is good, why don't you use the knife, let me see your knife skills. Ding Man said.

Jing Chuan said: "If you take out the knife, you will die." ”

'Hahaha!' Ding Man laughed wildly, "Just let you, go out with the knife." ”

Jing Chuan stared at Ding Man with a pair of cloudy eyes, and found that Ding Man had his left hand, palm down, turning outward.

Ding Man stood up straight, the knife still stuck in the sand, and the knife was facing Jing Chuan.

Ding Man smiled and said to Jing Chuan, "Come on." ”

Jing Chuan's head turned back slightly, and the sound of the bowstring being tightened as the bowstring was drawn to the fullest, and the sound of the knife being gently drawn out of its sheath.

Jing Chuan dragged his knife and walked towards Ding Man.

Ding Man saw Jing Chuan approaching, raised a cloud of sand and dust with his knife, and at the same time raised his left hand, a poisonous arrow shot out. He didn't see the shot on Jing Chuan, but saw a tall and thin shadow flash in the yellow eye, flashing in front of him at once, and then flashing behind him again.

Ding Manzheng was puzzled, and suddenly there was a dizziness in front of him, then he was dizzy, and he blackened, and he saw the swirling sky and sunlight as the dust gradually settled.

His throat was slit, and hot blood gushed out, staining the world as it saw it. He wanted to speak, but he couldn't, all he could do was gurgling in his throat, his body was out of control, and the hand holding the knife gradually loosened, and for the first time, the katana broke away from his hand and fell heavily to the ground, and the sand and gravel raised by the tip of the knife flew up and landed on the smooth and sharp blade, vibrating with the vibration of the blade.

As Ding Man fell backwards, he heard the last words of the world, which were from his brothers in the distance: "Shoot the arrows and kill him!"

When the leader saw Jing Chuan disappear into the dust, he ordered the arrows to be released, but when the dust cleared, they found that the arrows had all been shot at Ding Man's body, one in Ding Man's eyes, and several in his chest, but Jing Chuan was nowhere to be seen.

When the bandits saw this scene, they all stayed where they were, and their eyes were bulging.

I saw Ding Man's body leaning back, as if leaning on something, and if I looked closely, Jing Chuan had already hidden behind Ding Man, supporting Ding Man's body, and Ding Man became a shield.

"Kill him for me!"

All the bandits rushed towards Jingchuan with their swords on the order of the leader.

In the distance, the bandits standing on the city wall found that there was a fight, turned to a bandit next to him and said, "Hurry up to Jiayuguan and report to the commander of the horse!" and then said to the remaining dozen bandits: "Take the knife and go!"

Jing Chuan hadn't used a knife on so many people for a long time. In the past three years, the most he has ever killed with a knife has been when he encountered a pack of hungry wolves while passing through a dense forest in Shanxi. The wolf is much more ferocious and difficult to deal with than a man, but his knife is faster, and more than a dozen big-tailed wolves were disemboweled, lying on the ground wailing and twitching. At this moment, he found the feeling of killing a wolf again. The White Frost Knife, which had followed him for more than twenty years, seemed to have awakened its bloodthirsty nature, and it was frantically licking the bodies of the bandits, sucking the hot and boiling blood from those bodies.

There was a roar and wailing at the foot of the mountain, and the bandits fell one by one, and the sound became quieter and quieter. By the time the dozen or so bandits arrived, Jing Chuan had already killed everyone.

The bandits stood in fear, staring at the dozens of corpses strewn across the ground, panting roughly, and among them they saw the corpse of the leader, Ding Man, with arrows stuck in it, looking like a pile of dirt with sparse weeds.

Jing Chuan stood, panting, his face covered in sweat. He was also stabbed several times in the arm and back, but fortunately the wounds were not deep. As he looked at the wound on his arm, a strange and sad thought suddenly occurred to him: "I'm old. ”

The bandits were hesitating whether to go up or not, and Jing Chuan spoke: "Let's go." ”

The bandits hesitated for a while, but finally gave up the idea of killing Jing Chuan and ran towards the city.

Jing Chuan rested for a while, walked to Ding Man's body, squatted down, wiped the blood on the knife with Ding Man's clothes, picked up Ding Man's knife again, wiped it clean, put it away, and then stood up and walked towards the city.

The bandits rode out of the city in a panic and ran in the direction of Jiayuguan.

Jing Chuan entered the city, searched everywhere, and found Zhang Jian in a prison cell.

Zhang Blade's clothes were tattered and unkempt huddled in the corner.

Jing Chuan cut off the chain on the door with a knife, pushed the door and walked in.

Zhang Blade stepped back, but there was no way back.

Jing Chuan asked him, "Is your name Zhang Jian?"

Zhang Jian didn't speak, looking at Jing Chuan and the knife in his hand with a frightened face.

"Your father is a blacksmith, and I'm here to save you. ”

Zhang Jian still looked at Jing Chuan in fear and did not speak.

Jing Chuan walked over and grabbed Zhang Blade's arm, trying to pull him up. Zhang Jian shouted out loudly and bit Jing Chuan's hand hard, Jing Chuan let go and said with a smile: "Good boy, there is a kind!"

Zhang Blade stepped back, curled up in a ball, his face buried in his lap.

"If you don't come with me, you'll be locked up in this bandit's den forever. Jing Chuan also squatted down and said, "You know the old man of Bai Zongbai in the town, right? ”

When Zhang Jian heard this, he stabilized slightly, and raised his face to look at Jing Chuan.

Jing Chuan looked at Zhang Jian's face and couldn't help but say, "It's really like." ”

Jing Chuan said, "Come with me and take you back." ”

Zhang Jian followed the man with an iron face out of the cell. As soon as they came out of the cell, Zhang Jian pulled out his legs and ran in the other direction, but after not running a few steps, he fell to the ground, his hands between his legs, and rolled on the ground while screaming.

Jing Chuan looked at Zhang Jian strangely, not understanding what was going on, but when he saw Zhang Jian covering his ass with one hand, he seemed to understand something. He walked over and picked up Zhang Blade, and although Zhang Blade was very resistant and kept struggling, he carried him to the horse ring, threw him on the horse's back, then stepped on the horse, and slapped the horse on the buttocks, and the horse screamed and rushed out of the city.

Jing Chuan took Zhang Jian to the place where he met Bai Zong.

When Bai Zong saw Zhang Blade, the flesh on his face moved, and he reached out to touch Zhang Blade's face, but Zhang Blade dodged it.

When Bai Zong saw Zhang Jian's appearance, he asked, "Child, it's me, don't you recognize it?"

Zhang Jian hid behind the horse.

Bai Zong's eyes were moist, his voice was trembling, and he asked Jing Chuan, "What's wrong with this child?"

Jing Chuan shook his head at Bai Zong and didn't say anything.

Bai Zong looked into the distance and asked, "Are there any pursuers behind?"

Jing Chuan said: "Let a few go, and kill the others." ”

"Then you take him to leave quickly, the bandits have gone to Jiayuguan to report, and Ma Dai will bring someone soon." ”

"You can go with you, stay here, Ma Dai will not let you go. ”

Bai Zong said: "I'm not leaving, I'm old, I can't walk, and Ma Dai doesn't know it's me." Zhang Jian showed a pair of frightened eyes from the horse's neck, and when Bai Zong saw it, he said to Jing Chuan: "Time is running out, you go quickly, don't forget what I told you." ”

Jing Chuan said: "Don't worry, I can't forget it." As he spoke, he walked over and pulled Zhang Jian towards the horse, but Zhang Jian refused, desperately trying to break free, and this time he finally spoke, shouting loudly: "Daddy!"

Bai Zong showed his old age at this time, walked up to Zhang Jian, and said with a loving face: "Child, your father is no longer there." ”

"I'm going back! I'm going back!"

"Let's go, follow him, he will be your master in the future, your father was killed by bandits, you follow him to learn the knife, and come back to take revenge later." ”

When Bai Zong said this, Jing Chuan turned his back to them, and he stared into the distance, his eyes cloudy.

Zhang Jian was still crying and refused to get on the horse, Bai Zong had no choice, walked over and knocked him on the neck, Zhang Jian was paralyzed, Bai Zong hugged him in the past, and there were tears on his old face.

Bai Zong lightly touched Zhang Jian's face and said to Jing Chuan: "It's been fifteen years, and I don't dare to recognize him every day when I see him. ”

Jing Chuan said: "Let's go together, you take him to the south to live in seclusion, tell him that you are his father, and he will recognize you." ”

Bai Zong said: "Then the enemy will come sooner or later. They don't know that Zhang Jian is my child, and when I die, it's over. ”

Jing Chuan was silent.

Bai Zong carried Zhang Jian onto the horse, and Jing Chuan stepped onto the horse.

"Walk in the desert, don't take the official road, out of Zhangye, all the way to the south. ”

"I know. Jing Chuan reined in his horse and clasped his fists at Bai Zong, "Third brother, don't leave it here, take care!"

Bai Zong said, "Take care!"

Jing Chuan took one last look at Bai Zong, his eyes were moist, and then he let out a snort and galloped away on his horse.

Bai Zong stood in place, looking at the horse that was disappearing into the dust in the distance, like a puppet, motionless.