Double Knife Night Roar Chapter 1

Since the Chen Qiao mutiny, the Zhao family has sat in the world. For more than a hundred years, he passed on the huizong.

At that time, the dynasty was full of traitors, the local officials were brutal, and the people's lives were in the midst of water and fire, so there were gangs of bandits everywhere, and there were not a few kings who occupied the mountains. Merchants passing through the valley and wild forests, all of them are doubly careful.

But there is a hot mountain, and I have never heard of anyone who dares to occupy it.

There are some differences in Yanshan, other mountains, high clouds, the higher the colder, but the higher the Yanshan, the hotter and hotter. According to the legend of the rivers and lakes, there are fire dragons living on the top of Yan Mountain, two large and small, no wind and rain, specializing in spitting fire. But everyone knows it's a joke. The swordsman who used to wander around idly wanted to go to the top of Yanshan Mountain to find out, but he couldn't take a hundred steps up from the foot of the mountain, so he couldn't eat the heat, only to return with regrets.

There is an old maple at the foot of Yanshan Mountain, I don't know how many years I have lived, and there are already five people hugging the thickness. On this day, a big han entered the Yan Mountain, saw this old maple in the distance, thought about taking advantage of the cool, wiped the sweat, and came quickly.

When the big man went to the tree, he heard a noise behind the tree, and after walking around the tree, he saw a young man in his twenties sitting on a flat stone behind the tree. The big man saw that the young man's limbs were thin, and he was expected to be an ordinary person, so he asked, "Is there any water?" The young man was thinking to himself, when he suddenly exploded with thunder, he couldn't help but be surprised, turned his face to look, and in front of him stood a big man, a low tower-like figure, and a face full of horizontal flesh.

"Borrow it when you have it!" The big man said again.

When the youth saw that he was too big to argue, he had to hand out the water hyacinth in the left-hand rucksack. The big man leaned back to drink, but his eyes were squinting at the young man. Only to see the young man's left hand reaching into the rucksack and touching it haphazardly, it actually flashed a little light, and the big man saw it clearly, such a big piece of silver! Without waiting for the youth to take precautions, the big man drew his knife in his left hand and slashed out in a straight line. The young man shouted, just trying to fight, how nai han this move has long been used handily, and sure enough, where the knife passed, the young man's head fell to the ground, and his body fell down with it.

The big man threw away the water hyacinth and went to pick up the rucksack and open it to see that the silver in it was only the one he saw, a short knife, and a dirty old yellow paper. The big man was a little disappointed, and stared at the corpse and scolded: "Mother, there is only one piece of silver, And Lao Lao did it." After saying that, he kicked the young man's head a few steps away.

There was nothing special about the short knife, and the big man unfolded the yellow paper, and saw that there was a little dried blood on the paper, drawing a picture without a word. The trails and rocks, the trees and grasses on the map, are clear.

The big man took a few looks, the road drawn on this picture is very similar to the way he walked when he entered the mountain, and there is also a maple tree painted on the picture, which is extremely evocative, that is, the ancient tree in front of him.

"Isn't God going to give me this treasure?" Dahan Hi Dao. It turned out that this big man had heard people say a few years ago that there were rare treasures hidden on Yanshan Mountain, but Yanshan was strangely hot and difficult, and the treasures would not be obtained by people in the end, so he had the heart to search for treasures at that time. A few days ago, I got a frost armor from a bandit mountain to avoid the heat, so I came up to Yanshan To look for treasure. At this time, there was such a drawing, and he guessed that it was a treasure map.

Suddenly, the legend of the dragon in the yanshan mountain flashed in my heart again. Moreover, the place where treasures have always been hidden has been sinister, and there are no real dragons and there are monsters.

"Go up first, even if there are dragons, they may not be my opponents." The big man said calmly in his heart.

According to the map, after walking for a moment, the mountain wind was also a little hot, which was upsetting. After drilling into a few more dwarf trees, the big man was already out of breath, and he hated himself for not doing much hard work. Looking up, I saw a man on a boulder not far away, as if meditating, motionless. The big man wanted to take a detour, but he didn't want to be on the cliffs left and right, and he couldn't go back to the same way, so he had to carefully fold the yellow paper, put it in his arms, and stride forward.

Sitting on the boulder was a teenager, sixteen or seventeen years old, dressed as a farmer, and he had noticed it since he came out of the woods. From the footwork of the body, he already understood that the cultivation of the Great Han was far inferior to his own, but he wondered why he came here.

When the big man arrived, he saw this young man sitting upright, facing him in all four eyes, his face was flat, not frightened, there was a little sharpness in his eyes, and he himself was afraid of three points first. Holding his fist in his chest, he said, "This little brother please, how come he is alone in this deep mountain?" The young man looked at it twice more, and replied slowly and logically, You, didn't you take the wrong medicine to this point? The big man was angry in his heart, and this young man was really arrogant, shouting: "Little bastard, who are you, and you have heard of my reputation as 'rolling knife' Li Zhen!" The young man was not afraid at all: "Ah, have you really heard that your master is not jiang Yi, the second fiercest in Shandong, known as the 'fierce wrestler'?" "Yes, that's your uncle and my mentor." Who is your little bastard, after reporting your name and surname, I will send you to be a ghost, and when you meet your father and mother in the future, you may as well report a funeral, hahaha. The young man still sat firmly: "You and I are still in the family, and the little master's surname is Li Ming to the same." Your master is a good hand, but you are a waste. The Li family has such a shameful eye as you, which is really hateful. ”

The great Han Li Zhen couldn't bear it, and drew a knife with his right hand, and it was a knife on the top of Li's head. With great force, I thought that this move could kill the enemy. Even if Li did not flash to the same flash, at the moment when the blade just touched, he stretched out the two fingers of his right hand and clamped the knife tightly, and the technique was as fast as a tanuki cat. Li Zhen wanted to draw the knife back, almost with full force. Li did not move to the same vein, only to see that he had two fingers and one force, and the steel knife suddenly split into two pieces. Frightened, Li Zhen hurriedly fell to his knees and said, "The little man has no eyes and no pearls for a moment, and he spares his life, spares his life." Li Zhitong said triumphantly, "If you come to Yanshan to do something, if you tell the truth, I will let you go." Li Zhen said, "I occasionally got a map of the path of Yanshan Mountain on the road, but I don't know what the mystery is, so I came up." He said, and handed the yellow paper to Li Zhitong. Li Zhitong opened it and looked at it and asked, "Where did you get this paper from?" Is it from the hands of a student, where are the others now, eh? Li Zhen saw him staring at him and asking urgently, not daring to tell the truth, only saying that he had picked it up on the road. Li Zhitong pondered for a while, then regained his composure and said to Li Zhen, "You have also killed many people in this paper, and I will avenge them at this time." "Ah don't..." Before Li Zhen finished speaking, he slapped Li in the chest. Shoot him out seven or eight feet away and fall off a cliff.

Li went to the same hand to hold the yellow paper, satisfied, looking up at the sky and laughing. He knew much better than Li Zhen about the secret of Yanshan Mountain: the treasure on Yanshan Mountain was not gold and silver pearls and jade, but a divine weapon. This divine soldier was from the hand of the ancient sword casting master Ou Yezi.

Ou Yezi was famous at that time, famous for future generations, and created countless weapons in his lifetime, and each piece was a superior product, the reason for which depended on both.

One is the fire it uses. The Euclidean sword does not produce firewood. The ancestors of the ancients who took fire handed down three flowing flame flint stones, which were about the size of a goose egg, and gave birth to flames that had not been extinguished for thousands of years. Passed down from generation to generation, Euclidean has always been cast from only three flint stones.

The second is Ou's unique "Blood Soul Casting Method". When casting a blade, the human blood or flesh limbs must be melted into it, and the blade can be used to thank people after it is baked. If the blood-melting person is strong and courageous, the blade is also sharp and hard.

Ou Yezi once forged a sword, if only on its benefits, it can be called a unique divine soldier, the sword is three feet three feet long, cutting pig iron is like cutting water, stabbing the stone is like wearing cloth, it is not too much to say that it is difficult to see in three hundred years. However, this sword was too evil and wanted to drink the blood of loyal and righteous people, so this sword did not have much time to circulate in the rivers and lakes, and it was retrieved by Ou Yezi. Later, Ou Yezi told the world that he had melted down the evil sword, but in fact, where did he give up such a treasure. Only because of its evil nature, it has been preserved in the clan, and has left a command not to make it appear in this world. Thousands of years have passed, and Ou Yezi's descendants have hidden in Yanshan with their family skills and treasures, and the strange heat of Yanshan is due to this.

These secret future generations except for the martial arts masters with high moral longevity know that Li Zhitong is not from a famous family, and his master is just a dart master in Jiangnan, but he is very treacherous, if it is profitable, even the enemies can smile and greet each other, even relatives and friends can see each other with blades, and it is only by various means that he learned all the secrets of Yanshan.

Looking up at the sun, it was already noon. Li did not want to rest at the same moment, and flew forward according to the yellow paper path map.

About an hour passed, Li Zhitong walked to the edge of a cliff, still guiding forward on the map, drawing some branches and forks, and crossing these is the mystery on the map. Countless trees grow on the cliffs, intertwined with branches and leaves, paving the way.

Li went to the same martial art, boldly performed light feats, and walked on the branches and leaves.

After about three miles, I saw that there was a small hole in the main peak of Yanshan Mountain.