Damascus Throat Breaker

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A fairy tale from the time of the flood

It has swelled in the hot heart

I want to grind

Eyes as sharp as a sword

Sweep through the icicles of the snowy peaks

Awaken the drowsy earth

Put the heavy haze in the sky

Penetrate translucent

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1,

In the 11th year of Xianfeng (1861 AD).

Late spring, afternoon.

From Qianxi to Fenghuang Town, an important town in northern Qianbei (that is, the sergeant town after the Republic of China 38 years ----author's note), a clearing in the mountains and forests.

Three masked men in black surrounded a man and two women in the center of the clearing.

Each man in black has a red bat motif on his left chest.

The two women, one older, the other young, are both beautiful embryos. Especially young women, with long hair and shawls, are like fairies descending to earth, sultry and seductive.

The man, however, was born mediocre, medium-sized, and thin. Like a family, but not a family; Like a bodyguard, but not a bodyguard; is like a scholar, but not a scholar; Like an official, but not an official... Live out of one of the "four no's".

"Three heroes, are they going to rob money or people?" "Four no," he asked.

"Everyone wants money!" One of the masked men in black answered.

Before the three of you, six masked black-clothed people and a dozen masters of the rivers and lakes had said the same, but unfortunately their skills were not as strong as theirs, so it was your turn to repeat this to us. I wonder what is the relationship between the six masked men in black in front of me and the three heroes in front of me?"

"We belong to the same organization, and we are brothers. ”

"Presumably, the three heroes must have seen them and the dozen or so 'heroes' who were already lying on the ground before they found us?"

"I have seen it, and none of them have been spared, exposing the corpses to the wilderness. All of them were cut off by a sword, and the incision into the throat was one inch deep, no more, no less, neat and straight, clean and neat. Listening to Childe's tone, if we guess correctly, it must be Childe's doing, right?"

"You've found the right people, yes, they did die by my sword, and they have nothing to do with the two of them beside me. Could it be that the three heroes think that their kung fu is above those dozen people, and they must rob people and money today?" "Four is not," he said disdainfully, holding the sword.

"Having seen the sword wounds of the six senior brothers and junior brothers, we know very well that even if a few of us practice for another hundred years, we will not be the opponents of Childe... But we have to rob people and money today!"

"Do you want to do it even if you know it's a dead end?"

"The duty is to do it even if you are afraid of death. Both horizontally and vertically die: either under the sword of the son, or under the family rules of the leader and the organization. Died under the sword of the child, and the family can still enjoy the compassionate care of the leader and the organization; If you die under the family law and family rules of the head of the organization, your family will be implicated......"

"If there is no way to live, why don't you leave the organization and go away to the land and remain incognito?"

"All the people in the organization have to suffer, before the mission, there are relatives and friends to protect them, to see people in life, to see corpses in death... Childe doesn't have to be merciful, since my debut, I have killed countless people......" Killers generally do not have sympathy for the person who is killed, nor do they accept the sympathy of others.

"Including Deng Erheng, the governor of Shaanxi?"

"Yes, we did it. This...... It's also related to Childe?"

"I'm going to kill you!" Hearing this, the two women suddenly had a hysterical seizure.

"Deng Yiheng's bereaved family members are all my dearest relatives...... Three of them really deserve to die, really deserve to die. If you don't look for me, sooner or later I will look for you; God has eyes, and you have sent them to the door yourself. It's just that I don't know why the leaders and organizations of the three are still working hard to force each other? Could it be true that they want to cut down the grass and eradicate them all?" The "Four Nos", who had a fierce look in his eyes and a murderous face, asked angrily while comforting the two female companions.

"If the crockpot does not break from the well, the general will inevitably die in battle. In addition to killing people, killers are killed by others, which is fate and destiny. So far, I am not afraid to tell my son: cutting the grass and eradicating the roots, and killing them all is the second, and getting back the secret account in the hands of the Deng aunt and nephew is the main purpose and task of our trip. ”

"How secret is this, you dare to say it, don't die!" A masked man in black reminds the man in black who answers.

"If we can't kill him, do you think we'll get out of here alive today?" The man in black who answered asked rhetorically.

"You're kind of an understanding person. If you are born of Yu, why should you be born...... Can you let the two women move and take refuge for a while? With me, you will never hurt them; Without me, they wouldn't have escaped. After a moment of silence, "Four No's" suggested.

But can Childe leave his honorable name, so that we can know which swordsman will die at the hands of him?"

"If you don't change your name, you can't change your surname: Beimen Yunfei is me!"

"Isn't it the young son of the North Gate family in Lincang, Yunnan?"

"That's right. ”

"The Lord Envoy really guessed correctly, the aunt and nephew of the Deng family were hiding there before. Someone in the masked black robe sighed.

After the two ladies turned back one step at a time, reluctantly, and walked away with tears in their eyes, Beimen Yunfei said:

"Three of you, let's take off the mask, for the person you are about to kill, or you who are about to die under someone else's sword, the mask is meaningless except to hinder you from performing your kung fu. ”

The three masked men looked at each other for a moment, and they all removed their masks, for they all knew that they had seen the sword wounds of the six senior brothers and disciples with precise incisions on their necks, and now they had met the person who had left the sword wounds, and they sadly felt that their time of death had come; All three of them will have their throats cut off, and they will never be able to leave this forest again, and this place will be their final destination. The mask and everything on their body were useless to them.

It turned out to be three handsome young offspring.

"It's a pity, such talents! The leader and the organization are harmful!" Beimen Yunfei shook his head and sighed in a low voice. Still holding the "Qingfeng Sword", he stood still.

"Three, let's make a move!"

When the three sword tips stabbed at Beimen Yunfei from different directions with sword winds, the scabbard of Beimen Yunfei's "Qingfeng Sword" flew above his head, and his body rotated accordingly, like a tornado sweeping the ground, falling leaves all over the sky, flying sand and stones; The white light of the sword shadow floating in his right hand was like lightning striking dead wood, destroying the withering and decaying; Sometimes like a splashing wave, the waves break the shore; and as a furious wrath, sweeping over all things; It's like a fairy scattering flowers, hiding needles in the cotton...... The three black-clothed men were shrouded in this formidable aura, dizzy, and in a dilemma, they couldn't even find the south, south, west, and north.

Suddenly, Beimen Yunfei threw out the "Qingfeng Sword" in his hand and connected it into the scabbard that fell from the sky...... In just an instant, I don't know when, I don't know where it came from, Beimen Yunfei's right hand, like magic, out of thin air, there was a long sword that was even faster and more powerful than the "Qingfeng Sword".

This sword is not defensive, but deadly, severe-throated, just in the flash of lightning and thunder, the sword-cut sword is like a meteor, slashing through three throats, accompanied by three low, leaky shouts: "Ahhh......h They were all cut off by a severed throat sword, and the incision was an inch into the throat, neatly straight, and clean. The person was already dead, and the blood was slowly oozing out of the incision.

Beimen Yunfei was still standing in place, like a long sword out of the sheath, holding the "Qingfeng Sword" that had been returned to the scabbard in his left and right hands, the sword was on his left shoulder, looking at the three of them with some indifference and regret, and slowly fell to the ground one after another.

It's just that the "throat-cutting sword" he used to kill people just now seemed to come and go silently, and it had lost its trace.

With his skill and swordsmanship, he could have used the "Throat Cutting Sword", and it was easy for him to cut the throat of such a killer with the "Blue Blade Sword" in his hand. The reason why he used the "Severed Throat Sword" was simply to make the "Severed Throat Sword" unparalleled blade leave a daunting cut in the throat of the human body, as much as possible to deter and scare away trackers who could appear at any time behind him.

He can kill, dare to kill, is not afraid of killing, and is very good at killing...... But he never took pleasure in killing. It is best to be able to surrender without a fight. But he knows that the tree wants to be quiet and the wind does not stop, walking the world of rivers and lakes, encountering rampant and domineering cool officials and gangsters and bandits who block the road and rob, most of the time, either he dies or you die, and there is no choice.