Nong Miaosheng's immortal knife has not been used for a long time, and the blades are a little dull, in order to successfully complete the important task at three o'clock in the afternoon tomorrow, he must sharpen the immortal knife well tonight.

So, he lit the lantern, picked up the wooden basin with half a basin of water, and bit his beloved immortal knife with his mouth, and came to the whetstone. Moreover, he also deliberately went to the room to bring the wine bag with him, because it would feel better to drink some wine when doing such a thing!

The cold night wind is strong, silent and sleepless, there is a jujube tree in the east of the courtyard of Nong Miaosheng, at this time the jujube tree is only left with bare rods and bald branches, but the whetstone under the jujube tree, the style is still the same; it does not care about spring and autumn, summer and winter, still where is lonely and proud. As if to say: My mission is to wait—to wait for the rusty blunt knife to kiss me madly, and I will return the sharp blade to it!

The bare whetstone, the lonely and independent jujube tree, the comfortable sharpening posture, the dark night with the sound of the wind, and the lanterns hanging on the branches of the trees swaying in the wind, especially in the dim light of the lanterns, the exaggerated and magnified people and the jujube trees are intertwined with bizarre shadows, all of which add to the atmosphere of Xiao Killing in this courtyard, and also make Mr. Nong and his immortal knife more mysterious and treacherous!

I don't know how long the time has passed, and I don't know how many knives have been sharpened on the whetstone, when Nong Miaosheng raised the immortal knife and shone under the lantern, the knife was dazzling and chilling. He watched it for a long time, just as pleasantly as a gentleman who admired the award-winning work of his protégé, and was as proud and excited as a young mother looking at her lovely child. Excitedly, he grabbed a cowhide sac beside the whetstone, unplugged it, threw his head back and took a few sips, grunted and swallowed the spirits, then took another big sip. This time he wanted to share the taste of the wine with his closest friend, or perhaps his closest lover, and with a snort, he sprayed a mouthful of liquor on the Immortal Knife. Suddenly, the sword light was dazzling, and it was cold, as if after spilling wine, it became more sharp.

Just then, there was a knock on the door!

In the lonely night, the sudden knock on the door, as if it was a greeting from hell, made people feel creepy, but Nong Miaosheng did not think so, he was as calm and calm as hearing an ordinary knock on the door!

He stood up, grabbed the wine bag in one hand, and held the immortal knife in the other, walked to the courtyard gate without hurry, and asked casually:

"Who!"

"Yamen Chaba"

"Oh!" he walked over, and with the tip of his knife pulled the latch at the door, and the door "clanged" and opened with the cold wind of the night.

"Ahh

But Nong Miaosheng laughed loudly, he put the immortal knife on his shoulder and asked:

"Is it tomorrow at three o'clock in the afternoon, the red difference at the west gate of Luoyang City?"

"Yes, how does Mr. Nong know?" the other asked

"Of course I know!" Nong Miaosheng said leisurely, "because, every time a red messenger comes, this immortal knife of mine will shake the wall dragon groan." And this time, it shook very hard!"

When the other party heard this, he was more and more frightened, and he was even more in awe of his man and his sword. He carefully presented the red post of the yamen with both hands, and said very politely:

"Please Mr. Nong, please receive the post!"

Nong Miaosheng stretched out his left hand holding the wine bag, pinched the official post with his thumb and forefinger, and said lightly:

"Thanks!"

"You're welcome!" said the other man, and bowed to him, "The little official has taken his leave!" After that, he turned away, almost three steps and two steps, and stepped out of the dim alley in front of the gate of the Nong Miao Shengyuan, where the wind was howling.

The knife had been sharpened, and it was late at night, but Nong Miaosheng was still very excited, and he did not seem to have the slightest sense of sleep; why was his mood so excited and excited? Anyone who knew the situation would say:

"Of course he's going to be excited, excited!"

Because, as long as he thought that Wu Shuang was about to lose his soul under his immortal sword, he had indescribable excitement, excitement and happiness! That was because he had been humiliated by Wu Shuang's sword. It was also the first time in his life that he failed, and for a person who never gave up, failure was a thousand times more painful than death! However, Wu Shuang spared him a way to live and spared his life. This made him even more ashamed -- just because of Wu Shuang's forgiveness, he was ashamed and miserable, and even more humiliated than dying under his sword! After all, for a person who never gave up, failure itself was more painful than death, and especially, he had to endure the tolerance imposed on him by others, which was a great shame and a shame for him more than death!

So, he should be happy now!

Because, tomorrow at three o'clock in the afternoon, the red cha can allow him to regain the dignity that he has been trampled on, and can make him stand up again in front of the enemies who have humiliated him, stand proudly, and raise his eyebrows!

Thinking of this, he could not contain the ecstasy in his heart! He could not sit still, so he had to stand up and paced back and forth in front of the table with excited steps; he stopped from time to time to stare at the red post of the yamen that had just been sent by the messenger on the table, and smiled knowingly, as if to say:

"What a bright red post! You're as red as blood! I love your color so much!"

From time to time, he would stop again, and he couldn't put it down and grabbed the immortal knife on the table, and in the dim light, just like admiring the girl's charming carcass, his expression was focused and full of excitement, and he looked at the dull blade from top to bottom, from left to right, and let out a burst of wild laughter from the depths of his heart! The laughter was terrible, penetrating the crack in the door, and with the sound of the crane's wind, it floated into the distance, resounding through the sky!

I don't know when the dawn light came in through the window, which made Nong Miaosheng realize for the first time that the footsteps of dawn were so magical! So, he pushed open the door and was surprised to see that it was already white outside, covered with a thick layer of snow. He suddenly sighed in his heart:

"This world, you can never figure it out, never know what will happen to it, when it will snow!"

So, he looked up at the sky and saw that the sky was blue, and today was a good day—a good day for the snow and the wind to be clear, and a good day to draw a knife and kill people!

He put on a silk robe with black fabric and red piping, a hat with black barrel and red piping, and boots with black fabric and white leather soles; he held a yellow cowhide wine bag in his left hand and an immortal knife on his right shoulder; he brought the courtyard gate with his heel, stepped on the soft white snow, and swooped out of the alley, leaving a long series of murderous footprints leading to the west gate of the capital! )