Chapter 394 Ghost Door Opens

I think for most people, although the world is very big, their world is not so big.

In their world, there are hundreds of people they know and dozens of friends. A few people who care. A lover and a family.

and a small area around it.

This is their world!

It is also almost everyone's world.

It's so small and simple, except for the places where they are. Other places. They know, but they just know.

They are very good at going to many places, but those places will not leave any important marks in their lives from beginning to end.

We have been there, but we haven't been there.

We don't care about those things. Those are real and fake. What you don't care about.

They will always fade away the traces.

Except for someone.

Someone who is important in life.

Everyone else will fade away, and everything else will fade away.

We are not saints. We don't care about the world or all people. We only care about those who occasionally, even the only ones who care!

There is no doubt that Bai Choufei is the representative of such a person.

For him, the whole world is not as important as his world, and the center of gravity of his world is in the eye of the wind.

Some people often can't understand how a person can do crazy things for another person,

Some people often can't understand how one person can do so many crazy and stupid things for another person.

They call these people crazy. These people are really crazy. But he is a lonely madman.

In the world of these people. There is no one else, only the person he sees. He will be happy and annoyed by the joy and troubles of the person he sees. There is no reason and no result, that is, it is simply generating emotions for emotions.

They don't ask for anything in return. They don't even need to be known by the people they care about. They are just doing it. Because they are happy to do it themselves.

I'm glad that I can do something for the people they care about.

Bai Choufei is very happy, frankly, until now. His purpose is just to see the wind at first sight.

He knew that the eye would not let him stay in hell, but from the beginning, he just wanted to see the eye.

As for what will happen when the ghost door is cut open, he didn't think about it.

In his opinion, if there is such a day every year, it will not be a big deal.

July 15.

This is not a good day.

In fact, there are a lot of clouds on this day every year.

In the early morning, Bai Choufei sat on the top of the mountain. He looked at the sky and felt the breath.

There is something that he didn't tell anyone, and no one asked him.

That is that he wants to open the ghost door. Where to cut it from?

He doesn't know.

He doesn't even know it!

He has to open the ghost door in 24 hours, but he doesn't know where the ghost door is.

It's just that it's not too late for him to know. Because ghost doors are everywhere.

He can't see the ghosts, but he can feel that they appear everywhere and wander everywhere.

He sat there all night without taking action.

He is not in a hurry.

Because the time hasn't come yet.

Jianghu didn't say anything about knives in March, which made him concentrate a lot of knife gas.

But at the same time that Jianghu doesn't say a knife in March, it also makes these knives lose their most important strength.

He has to wait for the people of the world to start talking about knives and starting to use knives.

Everyone knows that after cutting off a river for a period of time, the moment it is released, it exerts the greatest force.

By twelve o'clock at noon, there was no blood on Bai Choufei's face.

He was still sitting on the top of the mountain without looking back.

He also knew that 65 people had stood behind him without looking back.

That's the son of the Bai family.

He is not a big shot, and even his own charm can't be compared with those. He has never figured it out, no matter what his real big brother is. It's still the so-called big brother in the game. What charm do they have? Let these live for them, die for them, and live for them.

Wang Zizai did not die after him.

When he began to walk, Wang Zizai suddenly said goodbye.

Of course, Bai Choufei would not think that he was afraid of death.

But when Wang Zizai opened his mouth, Bai Choufei would rather be afraid of death, because he really wanted to kill this man with a knife.

Wang Zizai said, "Even if the person behind the master dies, I believe that the master will not die. I will stay. When the master comes back in the future, even if there is no big sword for the master, maybe the master will not be majestic in the future. But I believe that the master can also live freely.

When Bai Choufei remembered these words, he couldn't help but feel a little sore.

He has never regarded the Divine Sword Hall as his home, but the Divine Sword Hall has never forgotten him as the master of the Sword Hall.

The sun at noon finally dispersed the dark clouds, and a trace of sunshine fell from the clouds. It shines on the faces of Bai Choufei and the people behind him.

It's like a stone elephant carved from stone.

Bai Chou flew up. He stood up. Look at the sun quietly.

Slowly raise your right hand.

A knife appeared in his hand. All the heavens and the earth. The whole world has been paying attention for a while.

The knife body goes straight into the sky.

No one in the world can see that the knife is so big. All they saw was that the knife fell heavily.

In an instant, the world was dark.

It took a full hour to reappear.

In the legend of Jianghu, there are countless versions on that day, each of which is different. But no matter which version, it is a knife that has never appeared before and will never appear in the future.

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The storyteller has finished the story here, but until this time, it is also the beginning of the real stage of the storyteller. Because people are starting to ask questions.

"I've heard of the knife light all over the world, but how did you get it from Bai Choufei?" The big man sitting on the front table asked puzzledly, "The last time I heard Lao Zhang, he clearly said that the knife was the only knife in heaven and on earth."

"Lao Zhang knows nothing." The storyteller pouted disdainfully, and then explained to the big man, "That knife light comes from Mount Tai. The time is July 15th. Everyone knows this, right?

Everyone nodded.

"Jianghu sealed the knife in March, and it happened to be opened on July 15th. It also happens to be Mount Tai. Everyone's question is just who was in Mount Tai that day, or how did I know that it was Bai Choufei on Mount Tai that day. Right?

Everyone continued to nod.

"If you ask carefully, you will find in some records that Mount Tai was under martial law at that time. And the defenders are a group of people with no expression and strong martial arts skills. The storyteller paused: "If you don't believe it, don't bother to check the geography near Mount Tai, which are all on it."

"Oc's it, this story is either believe it or not. Why are you talking about this? Tell me quickly, what's going on?" The rich man sitting in the back obviously came for the first time. He didn't know the rules at all and threw a piece of silver directly on the storyteller's table.

The storyteller's embarrassed face immediately put away. No matter how big the rules are, they are not as big as the rules of silver.

The faces of other people who listen to the story have appeared on their faces. Because they have heard the story many times.

I have listened to the ending many times.

"Of course, there are in the back. By the way, Bai Xufei disappeared on Mount Tai, and the whole world wanted to know. What happened on Mount Tai? Many people went to Mount Tai. The storyteller continued with a smile and said, "They didn't find anything. There was nothing on the mountain, only knife marks, all kinds of knife marks."

"Later..."

The storyteller didn't go on, but swallowed heavily.

Even all the people swallowed their saliva.

Because on the table in front of the storyteller, he was heavily photographed with a pile of silver tickets.

No one can see what the number above is, but the smallest silver ticket has ten taels, which is even eleven or two silver tickets. There are also dozens of pieces, which are more than a hundred taels.

But the storyteller understands that the number on it is not eleven or two pieces, but one hundred and two pieces.

He swallowed his saliva and looked at the rich man who was still sitting there, and then remembered another thing. The rich man did not move. He threw a stack of silver tickets on his table from a few meters away, and none of the silver tickets flew out. Naturally, he had practiced his martial arts at home.

Of course he can take the money.

It's a pity that he doesn't have enough ability to get this money.

So after swallowing more than ten mouthfuls of saliva, the money on the table slowly pushed out.

"This son. I'm afraid I can't take the money." The storyteller took back his hand cruelly.

The person sitting below was already a little surprised in the eyes of the storyteller.

"Why?"

"Because many people know the story told below. A lot of people can talk about it. The storyteller sighed, and he tried his best not to look at the money.

"Just a little bit, just a little bit." The rich man did not get up, but sat there and slowly continued to say, "You once said that there are some knife marks on the top of Mount Tai. So, where are those knife marks now?"

The storyteller was stunned. He was about to shake his head with a wry smile.

But he didn't wait for him to start shaking his head.

The rich man began to say again, "You just need to tell me a place, which can be known by anyone or only you."

The storyteller smiled. This time he picked up the money directly on the table.

"Li Yuan!" The storyteller said with a smile.

The rich man was silent. Then get up.