Chapter 21 Looking for Unlucky

In the courtyard of Liang's family.

At the end of September, the withered yellow leaves in the courtyard were even more bleak and dilapidated, and the begonias in the front yard were even better.

The autumn wind slowly stroked, and the dry leaves fell with the wind and danced. However, they could not wait to fall to the ground. The silver light flashed and the leaves were chopped open. The silver light seemed to be exhausted. If the excellent horse was wrapped around the courtyard, a tree and yellow fallen leaves could not fall to the ground and was split in mid-air.

Xingchen strives to condense the knife path, try to make the trajectory of chopping as fast as possible, and reduce unnecessary actions when controlling the knife. His knife skill is not a knife skill, which is not as fancy and eye-catching as ordinary rangers. In order to stop the knife posture in time, his wrist strength is extremely strong, and when the wrists and arms are turned over, the narrow and long divine knife can be cut at an extremely tricky angle.

He simply took off his coat and held a knife with his bare arms. He seemed to be a beautiful and thin man, but his muscles were smooth and powerful, and his arms were slender and well-proportioned. The right hand holding the knife was raised flat and stabbed forward. His arm and the slender knife body were as powerful as a long gun, which was as strong as Xingchen's right arm holding the knife. Open!

After practicing knives for nearly ten days, after having this tailor-made knife, the control of the knife has become more and more profied. He didn't know why he could master the sharp knife method that made a master of knife master invincible. He always felt that after holding the knife, some fragmented memory fragments surged into his mind, absurd and funny! Those memories are clear and clear. He rode by the river in the far north and fought with countless warriors in iron armor. An old man in a gorgeous sacrificial robe knelt in front of him and called him a 'god walking in the world'. A wolf-like deep green warrior coldly watched him wave his knife and split piles over and over again...

These fragments of memory are so abrupt that you even feel that you are crazy?

He is obviously the little son of a rich merchant in Fanyang. He enjoys glory and wealth. How can he go to the wild grassland in the far north? He has never been out of Dalian Fanyang for so long, and it is the first time he has traveled to Shangji City!

The vague and fragmented memory fragments seem to be fighting with his current memory, taking his mind as the battlefield, and he wants to split his brain from it!

The star snorted coldly, his body rotated, and his slender arms hung the wind with a knife, making an angry wasp-like sound. The prince threw the knife out like an arrow, like a black light, and nailed it straight into the old tree. It was more than a foot deep into the tree, and the dragon-shaped knife made of shining gold trembled.

He clenched his fist and loosened, and his nails were buckled into the meat without any pain. He slowly stepped forward and reached out to hold the knife nailed in the tree. The handle wrapped in shark skin gold thread fit perfectly with the palm pattern texture. His arms slowly exerted strength, and the knife body slowly pulled out of the tree. His left hand stroked the cold and dark knife body, and he only felt as cold as ice, but he didn't expect it to burn, like his clear coral-red eyes.

It is the rule he set for himself to practice knives every morning and afternoon. He looked up at the gentle autumn sun hanging in the sky, and the time should be about the same.

The fat little five rolled around like a meatball with the young master's robe, stood on tiptoe and put his clothes on the young master's shoulder. He smiled and said, "Young master put on your clothes. It's cold in autumn. Don't get sick." Then he picked up the scabbard, put the long and black sword into the sheath, looked at it and said proudly, "It's really worthy of my young master. The famous knife is worthy of your identity, hey hey!"

Xingchen's face was covered with sweat, "You boy, you want to say that you found the foundr. I can have such a knife, it's all your credit. Should I reward you?"

Xiao Wu, who was seen through his mind, scratched his head and smiled! It's not the end of the month... Didn't the young master say that he would add 20 taels a month by Jiaxiu Lake, hey..."

The prince immediately stared and turned his face. He picked up the god wrapped in the scabbard and greeted the little five meat and scolded angrily, "The donkey dares to mention that day! Stop and don't run!"

"Ouch... Ouch, young master, run slowly, put on your clothes, and don't catch a cold..." Xiao Wu didn't forget to remind the young master that this bold loyalty is so sad!

Anyway, the young master won't really hit them, and the scabbard didn't hurt much. Xiaowu's face didn't have much pain. Except when they were on the shore of Jiaxiu Lake, they were kicked in the stomach after killing two crossbow killers to find the young master. That time was really painful and the most saddest!

Maybe he was tired of chasing. The prince snorted and stopped. Xiao Wu saw that there was no movement behind him. He turned his white and fat cheeks and smiled, looking silly and cute.

"Young master, I don't think you can practice like this! The knife is alive. A person like you can only practice a dead knife!" Xiao Wu came forward and said.

"Do you still know about knives?" The prince glanced at him.

"Hey, when we were young, we also had the idea of being a hero. It happened that there was an old man in the village who retired from the world. He said that he could practice by himself and couldn't practice the hero. The master led the door and taught you what he could say, but if you only learned what the master said, you could become a hero? Doesn't that person become a first-class master by looking at the secrets of martial arts and listening to the master teaching skills?

Xiaowu took a sneak look and found that the young master listened to it and continued: "There are many things that can't be learned, only by yourself. You saw that Master Zhao competed with you not long ago. You mastered the knife skills in one day, and used the wolf front to scare the old master to roll! But you have practiced by yourself these days, and you haven't made any progress, have you? No matter how familiar you are with the martial arts, you may not be able to win against a reckless man who has never learned kung fu! Why? The opponent will not feed you one by one. That's the reason why you punch the master to death. Your enemy is not standing there and letting you cut. It's alive. He will fight back and will also cut you. It depends on how you integrate what others teach and think about your own moves..."

Xing Chen said thoughtfully, "It's reasonable!"

When he heard Xiaowu say these words, he felt very familiar, as if someone had said it to him. In the vague fragmentary memory, the person who said this also seemed to be wearing armor and holding a knife, with the same long knife body, but there was a copper cast wolf's head at the knife, and the blade spit out of the wolf's open mouth... The rest can no longer be remembered.

"Then find someone to cut it? Who are you going to find? Xingchen had a playful face, reached out and stroked her chin, and smiled at the little five fat eyes that were about to narrow into a line - they knew each other.

"Hey, young master, come on, you can take revenge!" Xiao Wu held his fat and short fist and said viciously!

Xing Chen stretched out his hand to hold Xiao Wu's ears and said fiercely, "This time, you and Liu Zi dare to leave me and run away by yourself. I will kill you!"

"It must be. Who dares to slip away this time? It's not as good as a dog!" Xiaowu knocked on his chest to guarantee.

"Get out..." The prince has turned around and walked towards his room and left the word without looking back.

Xiao Wu looked back at Liuzi, who had been silent, and smiled, "Xiao Liuzi, it's lively!"

It's just that this stupid brother didn't laugh with him this time. He frowned and said sadly, "I'm afraid Mengyang won't be happy if you do this..."

"Hey, the one from Mengyang? The sky is high and the emperor is far away. Can you control it? Besides, isn't it normal for a dage to beat a dage in Shangji City? Xiao Wu didn't care, but his eyes were cold and ruthless.

"Aren't you afraid of pushing the young master to the forefront of the storm?" Liuzi tilted his head.

Xiao Wu Jie Jie smiled and said, "The young master is a fierce tiger. He holds the eyes behind the knife, cold and ruthless! If you haven't really killed anyone, you will never have that kind of look! We have only been ordered by the national teacher to come to Fanyang for a year. I don't know what the young master has experienced before, but this knife skill alone is enough to convince me! The national teacher attaches so much importance to the young master that he is even afraid. If we want to be free, we have to choose a good position!"

"Are you afraid?" Liuzi muttered to himself, he knows how terrible the Shura master is. Can the young master make the Shura master afraid?

"Six son, we can't allow ourselves to think too much and hide and be a dead man who can't see the light all our lives. I really have had enough of this life. I just want to take back the life that should belong to me, that's all!" Xiao Wu smiled sadly.

Sad? Yes, life itself is self-serving, but now it is not sad to take it back from others.

Xiao Wu didn't say anything, but just lowered his head and smiled.

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The middle-aged man, wearing a sea blue coat and a beard, knelt on one knee in front of the eldest son of the Li family and held a delicate pure gold and jewel-inlaid hairpin to the master with both hands. His face was cold and quiet, and there was no longer a warm smile in his heart.

Li Qingyu took over the blonde hairpin and said coldly, "Your Highness?" He pinched the hairpin, twisted his fingers, and the hairpin flower also rotated, dazzlingly, and the etched word 'Huangfu' was shining.

"Young master, the inn where Her Royal Highness lives has also been found out, but the little tail of the ghost department is behind his subordinates. He dares not act rashly and is afraid of ruining big things, so he comes back to restore his life to the young master first!"

"You did the right thing! Sneaking to the princess will only lead to the ghost's reprimand. Maybe I'm really going to kill a prince! Dad said that more than 60 people sneaked into Shangji City, and sent the spies of the Cang navy scouts to catch and keep an eye on them one by one. The rest of the scouts changed into Cang navy's standard armor, put on royal etiquette, and went with me to greet the princess with great fanfare. Dad's instructions are half completed!" Li Qingqi was tall and stood with his hands on his side, and there was a great atmosphere of rebuking between his words.

The little leader of the Cang navy eagle dog who knelt on one knee swallowed his saliva - who said that the prince of the general's family was a waste woodbag? Nowadays, the domineering spirit between words is almost the same as that of the old general!

Is it really a ster with no ambition to say things like 'killing a prince' with a cold face?

The Cang navy has been aggrieved in the three counties in the southwest for nearly 20 years. The old general is aging year by year, and the soldiers are all in sight. And the green and yellow form of the Cang navy is getting more and more severe, and people are panicked. They are afraid that if the old general doesn't hold on for a winter, the Li-zi war flag will fall and 150,000 soldiers and horses will disperse!

It's a good thing that the young master has made progress! As long as the young master's mature speed can catch up with the old general's aging speed, the naval flag will not fall...

It's just that I have to die with the royal family at the beginning. Even if I win by chance, I'm afraid the life of the Cang navy will be more difficult than now!

In case he dies... He doesn't want to think about it anymore. He doesn't want to think about it, and he doesn't dares to think about it!

Raising his head and peeking at the young master, his face was still handsome. The men in the three counties in the southwest were most thick, and the skin of a man and a woman like the young master was outstanding!

It's just that there is no more flashy smile on the face, only gloomy and cold.