Chapter 1 - Battle of the Killers

(A new story, a new beginning, the clouds have crossed by the wind, what kind of story will it be?, if you support Xiao Seventeen, you can subscribe to one, not much, just more than 20 chapters.) This is a story written by Little Seventeen many years ago. A poignant river and lake, a beautiful story)

Xiao Lang, male, 23 years old, 6 feet 7 inches tall, weighs 122 pounds.

The hair is tied at the back of the head, divided into two strands, scattered on the shoulders, the beard on the lips is slightly dotted, the face is clearly angled, the nose is high and narrow, the eyes are deep and self-evident, and the divine light is cold and handsome.

Wearing black and gray trousers, a light white shirt, a wool coat, wolf tooth accessories on his chest, a knife on his right hand, and an ancient Buddha rosary on his wrist.

Nicknamed "Killing Wind Knife", its reputation is not spread in the rivers and lakes, one of the seven killings, killing people as a business.

Lian Wuchu, female, twenty-one years old, six feet four inches tall, weighs ninety-nine pounds.

Start like a waterfall, insert it with a golden hairpin, embroider gold with a flying phoenix, and see the hair crown at the head of the plate. The ear hangs pink and white pearls, the eyebrows and eyes are like daisies, and the lips are white.

Dressed in a light green robe, wearing dark green light boots, seeing a jade ring on his wrist, holding a sword in his left hand across his waist, and his clothes and belts follow the wind.

Nicknamed "Epiphany Sword", his reputation is not spread in the rivers and lakes, one of the seven killings, killing people for his career.

Time, the third day of the seventh month, the third quarter of the Shen hour.

Location, Liuyang River bank in central Zhejiang.

Events, duels.

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He woke up from drunken dreams and death again and again, and the loneliness of life left him without a trace of memory.

Is there really no memory?

There are memories!

But it's not worth remembering!

As a swordsman, perhaps only the knife can know his loneliness.

Once again, he remembered the great battle of the day before yesterday - the battle that he was completely unsure of. He went with a mortal heart. On the east bank of the tumbling river, after fourteen rounds he heard the cool of the river, and after a hundred rounds he couldn't hear anything, only a drop of cold sweat chilled his spine.

He smiled as the sword stabbed at him.

Laughing, he only laughs, because he thinks it's better to laugh than to cry.

In that moment. He couldn't help but think of many things.

Lu Xiaomin, the woman who had been with him for six years, said what was in her heart with tears: "Lang, you can't go, you will die, you die, how can I live alone." ”

Then he thought of his parents, his sister, and Li Shengju.

And when he came, he saw the baby sleeping sweetly in his mother's arms, and at this moment he realized how precious life is.

Lian Wuchu's sword approached him again, he threw out the sword, he wanted to resist this sword, he wanted to leave alive.

The wind is merciless. Knife intentional!

This is his knife, his sword.

The swords flickered, his sword broke, and the sword quickly pierced into his left chest.

His half-cut knife also slashed into Lian Wuchu's throat.

Two people fell at the same time, and it became the result of this is not the result.

There was a huge pain in his chest, and at that moment, he suddenly remembered that Xiao Min had punched him, also in the left chest.

This time it hurt even more, and that time he pretended to faint. And this time he really fell.

Many days later, in a small inn on the edge of the river, he was drinking again. Maybe no one can kill him, because he is Xiao Lang, the famous "Killing Knife", the best killer in the "Seven Kills", and his price per kill was once a hundred times that of Zhizhou's annual salary.

There were two people who drank. Xiao Lang and Lu Xiaomin, the place where they drank was next to the dry well in the backyard of the inn, and they drank on a blind wooden table.

The wooden table was a mess. Only one plate of peanuts was still square, and it seemed to be full.

Xiao Lang poured the jar of wine, and it was gone, only a few drops dripped into the bowl. He had no choice but to reach out and bring the wine from Xiaomin's bowl, and then drank it all.

After drinking the wine, Xiao Lang stood up, only then did he realize that he couldn't stand steadily, and he had to sit down again after shaking a few times. Lu Xiaomin was already lying drunk on the table, and his red face was even redder with the sunset.

Xiao Lang suddenly found that his head hurt, and at the same time, his wound was even more painful.

When Xiao Lang woke up the next day, the thrush raised by the innkeeper had already begun to jump up and down in the cage and sing and sing.

He opened his eyes, and in front of the dresser not far away, Lu Xiaomin was painting thrush to the bronze mirror. It seems that she woke up faster.

I don't know which predecessor said that women are born with seven points of alcohol, Xiao Lang thought of this, so he said this sentence.

"Nonsense, I already drank less!" Lu Xiaomin walked over with a smile, half of her unpainted eyebrows looked a little delicate.

Xiao Lang smiled faintly and got up and sat on the bed, and said, "Why are you in my room!"

"I'm in your room, do you need to answer?"

Xiao Lang thought about it, maybe Xiao Min pulled him back to the room yesterday.

"So, where did you sleep in my bed?"

"I'm sleeping under the bed, can't I?" Lu Xiaomin's tone was relaxed, and he seemed to be happy. She continued: "I see that the look in your eyes today is no longer as cold and silent as it was a few days ago, and I think your heart has been opened up a lot, so I am also much happier." ”

Xiao Lang asked, "What about Lian Wuchu?"

Lu Xiaomin lowered his eyes and said, "She died, your broken knife slashed through her throat, and after you were injured, it was Dr. Liang who saved you." ”

Xiao Lang just nodded rigidly when he heard this, he didn't know what to do or what to answer. He knew that the reason why he didn't die was because of Dr. Liang's unparalleled medical skills, and more importantly, Lian Wuchu's subordinates showed mercy and didn't penetrate his heart. The seven killers in the seven killings, each of them is the first-class in the rivers and lakes, and Lian Wuchu is the first-class among the first-class.

If Xiao Lang's knife is as fast as the wind, even Wuchu's sword is an epiphany, and even Wuchu's sword is only a flash in the ephemeral, and even Wuchu's sword is only in the sheath after a flash.

Lu Xiaomin was still looking at Xiao Lang, Xiao Lang got up and got out of bed, and said, "Do you want to drink?" ”

"Still drinking, are you begging for a beating, aren't you afraid of drinking to death?" Lu Xiaomin's painted half of his eyebrows had already been raised, and he looked even sharper.

"You won't let me drink, so you tell me why did your master let us kill each other?"

Lu Xiaomin was speechless.

"You don't know, then go drink!"

"No matter how much you drink, you won't know, whatever, I won't kill you anyway. ”

"Lian Wuchu is dead, what about the other four, they will come and kill us at any time!"

"That's good, don't you often say that your hometown is beautiful, you take me home, and we will never come out again. Lu Xiaomin leaned his face over, looking forward to it.

"Okay!" Since leaving home at the age of 15, Xiao Lang has not been home for 8 years.

The next day, the two packed up and went on the road early in the morning, and went to Xiao Lang's hometown, a small village in the south of the Yangtze River, non-stop.

Along the way, Lu Xiaomin always asked this and that, bent on pulling Xiao Lang out of depression, but Xiao Lang no longer liked to talk as much as before, and only quietly lifted the reins and relaxed the horse.

The sun was in the west, so the two had to find a shop to stay in order to hurry tomorrow.

The inn is called the guest to come to the inn, the flat font of the brand is generous, and the inn is also very spacious and bright, Xiao Lang said: "This inn is huge, there must be good wine, Xiao Min, let's go and drink overnight, and set off again tomorrow." ”

Lu Xiaomin raised his eyebrows and said, "Still drinking, see I knocked over all the wine in the store first, see what you take to drink?"

A shopkeeper in the door had already greeted him at this time, leading the horses for the two of them, and laughing and saying: "Guest officer, the wine can't be overturned, it's the essence of grains-"

Xiao Lang immediately responded, and while walking, Lu Xiaomin pouted, his eyes stared at the little er, his teeth were itching, and he couldn't wait to eat him.

The innkeeper also greeted him, smiling and greeting. Xiao Lang sat down at the door and said, "The shopkeeper, I want two upper rooms, and then prepare a table of banquets, come up quickly, remember that the wine should be good wine, and don't be as light as water." ”

The shopkeeper made a promise and immediately ordered people to go and prepare.

After a while, a table of wine and food was already full, Xiao Lang poured the can of wine first, and he had already drunk a can after a while. Lu Xiaomin sat opposite, staring straight at Xiao Lang, his face was already purple with anger.

The second jar of wine immediately followed, Lu Xiaomin grabbed it first, Xiao Lang said back, and reached out to grab it, but Lu Xiaomin had already thrown the wine jar down the door. A good can of wine is about to fall to the ground. But I saw a hand holding the bottom of the jar and steadily filling the jar. I saw that the person holding the wine jar was a young man, and there was a big man behind him. (To be continued......)