Chapter 1 Knife Shadow

It snowed heavily for two days and two nights in a row.

The fine wind and snow is like an affectionate woman, attached to the majestic Wuwang City and unwilling to leave for a long time.

West of Wuwang City, the beautiful and magnificent Pingbo Lake.

The lake is faintly blue, and there are circles of ripples on the lake, which are constantly scattered. The wind and snow are roaring down all over the sky. The weather is cold and piercing, but the surface of the lake is as soft as before and has never been frozen.

Snowflakes are integrated into the water and move, turning into the smallest moisture.

In the middle of the lake, a boat is across the waves.

The boat is not long, with a total length of three meters. The ends are slender and high, and the width is only for one person to barely lean sideways.

At the head of the boat sat a young man in a white robe, holding a fishing rod made of green jade in his hand. The unrestrained snowflakes fell on his body, but it was like drilling into a bottomless hole, disappearing strangely without leaving a trace.

In the wind and snow, in the lower corner of the man's robe, a four-toed golden dragon pattern with long teeth and claws is shining.

The man fished vertically, his eyes were leisurely, and he looked elegant.

At the end of the boat, there was a rough man in a gray robe lying. On a snowy day, he opened his chest, a long blue hair shawl, and his eyes were as sharp as a knife. He had the courage to pierce the mountains and rivers. His left arm was lazily on the boat, holding a huge purple jade wine pot in his right hand, and poured it into his mouth one by one.

The wine and snowflakes curled down ** and his chest, but he didn't care at all. It seemed that the day in front of him was not the cold December, but the extremely hot summer.

The man drank a lot. In a short time, the wine pot saw the bottom. He frowned and burped: "Chu Qinghou, when are you going to catch it? I've been waiting for almost two hours. You really want to starve me to death."

The man in white robe smiled and said, "I've always been a willing person to go fishing. I've never forced it. You have to follow me on the boat. How can you blame me?"

The blue-haired man rolled his eyes and curled his lips: "Wisher to take the bait. Isn't that bullshit? At least you are also a relative of the emperor in white. If you don't want to invite me to dinner, just say it clearly."

Chu Qinghou smiled and said, "It's true that I'm a relative of the emperor's country, but I don't have the obligation to let you eat. The martial arts alliance is on the right, the 15th person in the world's force, and the popular figure in the next Chiyoubei. You are embarrassed to come to me to eat."

"If my hand is not smooth, I can't help it." Duan Jiuyou looked angry: "I lost 100,000 taels in a row in Wuwangcheng. Mother, Chu Qinghou, don't tell me that you didn't open the gambling hall."

"No wonder, I heard from the shopkeeper yesterday that there was a good fat sheep on his head yesterday. It turned out to be you." Chu Qinghou sat still, but his eyes were full of smiles. "I'll go back and ask my men to send it to you."

Duan Jiuyou waved his hand and waved his hand: "No, I can't do anything else, but the gambling is good. If you really want to thank me, you might as well promise me one thing."

"What's the matter?" The fishing rod in Chu Qinghou's hand moved slightly, as if there was a fish bite.

"The boy in the sunset sect, my old man has a fancy to him. I hope you can tell Fatty Chen to stop sending someone to harass that little guy again." Duan Jiuyou's eyes suddenly became far-reaching, and the sharp light shot out like a knife.

In an eye, a strong wind blew on the whole lake for no reason, and the boat shook violently.

Chu Qinghou's clothes were blown, and the fishing rod in his hand suddenly swung. He frowned and said faintly, "The fish scared you away."

Duan Jiuyou shrugged his shoulders and stood up: "Since the fish is gone, I won't wait. Let's eat the boiled fish you made another day."

He turned over and floated on the water like a reed, as if it was not a water wave standing under his feet, but a crystal mirror.

"I'm leaving, Marquis Chu, you have to be careful."

With a narrow smile, a pair of red light wings five meters long suddenly appeared behind him, which roared and flew straight to the sky like an arrow.

The red shadow flashed by, but the surface of the lake was like a huge boulder, setting off a huge wind and waves. The water wave stood up, two meters high, and suddenly rushed down on the canoe.

Seeing that it was the end of the boat falling into the water, Chu Qinghou sighed softly.

A black shadow immediately emerged silently from under the boat, with his arms supported, and the torrential waves immediately froze into an ice wall.

Chu Qinghou didn't even raise his eyelids from beginning to end. He just put down the fishing rod in his hand and reloaded the bait. As if no one asked, "How much did Boss Chen of 'Jin Bu Yao' make this time?"

The black figure was like a haloof of light. He couldn't see his head and face clearly. He just said hoarsely, "Boss Chen didn't make much money this time. In addition to paying us half of the gold, I heard that he also lost at least 200,000 taels of silver."

"It's rare that this old fox also loses money." Chu Qinghou Xiuya smiled, as soft as a woman. He wiped the fishing rod again and said, "Send me, I don't want the other 20,000 taels of gold, and tell him to stop dealing with the sunset boy."

"Yes." The dark shadow answered in a low voice and was about to get back into the water. Chu Qinghou coughed again, and he immediately stopped again.

"In the quarterfinals, who did the sunset boy match?"

The dark shadow pondered for a moment, "It seems to be the zero of the 'crazy knife door'."

"Zero?" Chu Qinghou frowned and snapped his fingers: "It's against that little madman. It seems that he won't live long. You can bet 10,000 or 20 wins for me."

"Yes!"

The shadow mechanical answer, then like a layer of moisture, scattered in the lake and disappeared.

When he disappeared, the waves of the frozen ice wall were like melted candles, and the water fell down layer by layer.

And Chu Qinghou just threw out the green jade bamboo pole in his hand again, still fishing straight, his eyes narrowed, lazy and luxurious.

"A dying boy, why bother so much effort..."

The hook is like water, with layers of ripples.

..............................

In the Zizhu Post Hall, Wu Pengwei is painting in front of the snow outside the window.

He held the brush, like a walking dragon and snake, as fast as a fire.

Tie Zhuanang's eyes widened. In less than ten seconds, he covered his face and moaned, "I can't stand it. My eyes hurt."

"Dear I told you not to watch it earlier." Chen Tian smiled proudly and stretched out his big hand: "Two hundred taels, bring it."

The two of them bet before that if Tie Zhulang could stare at Wu Pengwei's painting for half a minute, and there was no response, Chen Tian would give Tie Zhulang 200 taels of silver, and on the contrary, Tie Zhulang would give Chen Tian 200 taels of silver.

"No, I didn't cry." Tie Zhulang covered his face and refused to put his hand down, and he refused to give the money.

Chen Tian suddenly became angry. He grabbed his hand and broke half of his hand with the strength of milk. There were tears in his left eye exposed by Tie Zhuan.

"He said he didn't cry. Are you fucking shameless?" Chen Tian's face was cold, and his left hand reached into Tie Zhulang's arms, trying to grab silver tickets.

Tie Zhulang suddenly didn't care about the messy face of crying, so he fought with Chen Tian and refused to pay for it.

"Okay, stop it. It will affect the elders' painting."

Aoki stood behind Wu Pengwei, with his hands in his sleeves and his eyes slightly closed.

Tie Zhulang and Chen Tian shut up at the same time and stopped their hands and feet. The two of them have always been very afraid of this elder who has reached the realm of killing thousands of people.

After Aoki finished speaking, he stood still three steps behind Wu Pengwei like an old monk.

His face is no longer dark. He has begun to appear a faint rosy rosy color, and the meat has also grown out. The "Phanruo Heart Decision" modified by Wu Pengwei has greatly improved the internal atmosphere of his body, just like an old tree rejuvenated.

After a while, Wu Pengwei finally finished the painting. He stopped the pen with a slight smile.

Tie Zhuanlang and Chen Tian came over and saw that there were only dead leaves and snowflakes all over the sky on a piece of white paper with a whole half of the table. Although it looked extremely touching, it was really strange.

"Elew, what are you painting? Fallen leaves and flying snow?" Tie Zhuanlang was a little puzzled. Although he was a rough man, he also knew that painters should always draw some flowers and plants, or people from mountains and rivers. Where is there only fallen leaves and snowflakes? Isn't this a waste of time?

Chen Tian had a different opinion. He touched his chin and said, "E elder, this painting may not be sold at a good price."

Wu Pengwei did not answer. He turned around and asked Aoki, "What do you think?"

Aoki opened his eyes, looked at it for a while, then closed his eyes, sighed and said, "I only saw countless knives."

Wu Pengwei smiled indifferently and put the brush on the table.

Chen Tian and Tie Zhulang looked at each other and felt a little inexplicable. When they stared at the picture scroll, suddenly there was a change in front of their eyes. It seemed that there was an endless knife light coming to their faces. The dead leaves turned into a fierce fire, but the snowflakes were like light water.

A movement and silence, like two sharp knives, waved hundreds of light and shadows in an instant.

The two of them only felt a chill in their hearts. It seemed that at this moment, they had been cut into 70 or 80 yuan, and they didn't even have time to react. Just as they were shocked, the knife in front of them dissipated and everything returned to normal.

Wu Pengwei in front of the table has put away the scroll.

"Bundled the painting and sent it to the place of the boss of 'Jin Buyou', he said that he had the right to make amends for me. If he asked, he would tell him that the painting was called 'knife shadow'." Wu Pengwei handed over the painting.

Chen Tian carefully took it, as if it was not a painting, but a knife.

"E Elder, why did you give it to him? This painting must be worth a lot of money. Your painting is in Wuwang City, and now it's 60,000 taels." Tie Zhulang was unconvinced. Why did he chase his buttocks and beat him, and he had to go and apologize to him?

Wu Pengwei smiled and didn't say anything.

Chen Tian, who was beside him, raised his hand and knocked on the iron waves and scolded, "You stupid pig, who is the elders are afraid of? The elder just don't want to make branches. This 'knife shadow' painting, hum, one is to make amends, and the other is determined to tell the other party, and if you force each other, you will die."

"Go ahead, don't waste time, go early and come back early." Wu Pengwei waved his hand and urged Chen Tian to leave early.

Chen Tian put the painting into the bamboo tube and got into the wind and snow all over the sky.

It was snowing heavily outside the house, and Wang Heng, Wang Qi and Chen Tian, who hurried back, passed by.

Before the two entered the house, they shook off the snow on their bodies in the corridor before they came in.

"Elew, I bought you the knife." Wang Heng took a mouthful of heating, rubbed his hands, and opened the long things in his arms, revealing a delicately shaped long knife with a sheath.

Wu Pengwei took the knife and pulled it out of the sheath. He saw a cold light coming to his face.

The knife body is as narrow as autumn water, bright and bright, and it is difficult to look directly at the shining person.

"This is the best knife of the Yunhuang Mo family in Wuwang City. I moved the business shopkeeper for a long time, and finally carried out your name, and then they reluctantly agreed to sell 8,000 taels of silver. This is still thanks to Wang Qihui's counter-offer. Otherwise, 10,000 taels may not be able to take it." Wang Heng explained on the side.

Wang Qi kept pretending and modest: "No, it's all the elder's face." But there is a look of pride that can't be hidden in his eyes.

"Good knife." Wu Pengwei praised, and his eyes moved down. There was indeed the word Yunhuang Mojia in the mouth of the knife body.

Wang Heng looked at the knife in Wu Pengwei's hand worriedly, hesitated for a moment, and then asked, "E elder, do you have confidence in the zero test tomorrow? He is the most outstanding disciple in the history of the Crazy Knife Gate. The knife in his hand is a demon. If you compare the knife with him, I'm afraid your life will be in danger.

He said intermittently, but in fact, he wanted to say in his heart that he was looking for death to compare knives with his ancestors who played with knives.

Wang Heng is not without confidence in Wu Pengwei, but as one of the twelve sects of Yanluo, he clearly knows how terrible the sword genius called "Zero" is.

Unlike Zen Qinglei and Li Beidou, who had the style of martial arts before, Zero is a complete genius madman.

His bones are full of blood and killing. His secular moral concepts are not bound by him, and there is no room to return to the world.

Zero is like a god of death with a knife, but no martial artist of the younger generation is willing to be against him.

Wu Pengwei did not reply, but just tapped the knife body with his finger. The knife body was difficult and made a buzzing crisp sound, long and long.

In the reflection of the blade as bright as autumn water, a pair of deep and quiet eyes are reflected, where there is a resolute light.