Flying Knife see Flying Knife

Chapter 1 Wedges
01
Duan Bafang is seven feet nine inches tall, with a body of brass and iron bones trained horizontally by thirteen imperial guards.

Duan Bafang is 51 years old this year, and at the age of 30, he has already commanded the seven sects and 42 villages in the north of the Yangtze River, and also led the chief escort of the four major escort agencies of Qiyu.

So far he is undoubtedly still one of the most important figures in the arena, and his martial arts is so high that few people can match it.

However, three days before New Year's Eve last year, he encountered a very strange thing.

Meet things that almost no one would believe.

Duan Bafang was scared to death that day by a piece of white paper with only a knife drawn on it.

02
Three days before New Year's Eve, the scene is in a hurry, and the New Year is already in sight.

During these days, every wanderer who is detained outside has only one thing in his heart, rushing back to celebrate the New Year.

The same goes for Duan Bafang.

On this day, he had just mediated the biggest dispute in the rivers and lakes in the past ten years, accepted the heartfelt gratitude and praise from the thirteen sects in Huaiyang, and drank the real Luzhou Daqu they specially prepared for him, which was a full six catties.

When he walked out of Zhenhai Tower surrounded by his friends and subordinates, his whole body exuded enthusiasm. For him, life was like an endless cup of fine wine, waiting for him to enjoy slowly.

But he died suddenly.

It can even be said that he died under his own knife, just like those who have no interest in living.

Who could have imagined that such a thing could happen to such a person.

03
Duan Bafang died after receiving a letter, which was neither addressed nor signed.

There is not a word in this letter at all, but a knife is sketched with a bald pen dipped in ink on the extra-large letter paper, and the knife is sketched freehand. No one can see its form, but everyone can see that it is a knife.

This letter was sent by a carefree young man. On the dark road in the middle of the night, no one could see his shape and appearance even though there was a little reflection from the corner of his eye.

Fortunately everyone can see that he is alone.

He walked out from the darkest part of the street, but he walked out in a regular manner.

Then he walked up to Duan Bafang in a polite manner, and presented the letter to Duan Bafang with both hands.

Then Duan Bafang's face changed, as if someone had suddenly inserted a red-hot iron bar into his throat.

Then everyone's face changed, even more strange, secretive and terrifying than Duan Bafang.

Because everyone saw that Duan Bafang suddenly pulled out a knife, and stabbed himself in the stomach with a very skilled, fast, clean and cruel technique, just like dealing with a most hated enemy.

Who can explain this kind of thing?

If this incident is already unexplainable, then there is another incident that happened to Duan Bafang, which is far more unexplainable, more incredible, and even more unimaginable than this incident.

Duan Bafang died on the long street three days before New Year's Eve, but he was still alive and well on the first day of the New Year's Eve.

To put it another way, Duan Bafang did not die three days before New Year's Eve, but on the night of the first day of the New Year.

A person has only one life, and Duan Bafang is also alone, why would he die twice?
04
The Luotuo boy who delivered the letter did not know where he was. Duan Bafang's majestic torso, which was seven feet nine inches tall and weighed 140 pounds, was already lying in a pool of blood.

No one can understand, no one knows what to say.

The first person who could speak was Tu Erye, who was famous for his calmness and wit in Huaiyang Sanyi.

"Quick, hurry to the doctor!" he said.

In fact, he also knew that it was useless to seek a doctor, what they needed most now was a coffin.

The coffin was transported both by water and land, and it was dusk when it was transported back to Duan Bafang's hometown.

The evening of New Year's Day.

On the first day of the new year, the mother's hands are covered with oil, and the children's smiling faces are delighted.

On the first day of the new year, new clothes, flowers, wintersweet, fresh fruits, firecrackers, dumplings, ingots, and lucky money.

On the first day of the new year, blessings, joy, and laughter.

The first day of the Lunar New Year was such a colorful day, but what Bafang Villa got was a coffin.

Although this coffin is worth 800 taels of silver, a coffin is a coffin after all.

At this time, no coffin is definitely better than having a coffin.

05
The Bafang Manor has a magnificent atmosphere and a large scale, with rows of houses, and I don't know how many buildings and floors there are.

The gate of Bafangzhuangyuan is two feet four feet high and one foot eight feet wide, painted with vermilion lacquer, decorated with gold rings, and standing stone lions.

The coffin was carried in through this gate, and was carried in by 36 big men with long poles.

Thirty-six big men wore white linen clothes, white cloth belts, and straw sandals on their bare feet. They carried a shiny black lacquered coffin into the yard, and immediately retreated, step by step, 36 or six steps in a row, and exited the gate.

Then the door closed immediately.

In the backyard, another 36 big men ran out in small steps, lifted the coffin, and carried it back to the backyard.

There are backyards in backyards.

There are backyards and backyards.

In the deepest and last courtyard, the courtyard is as deep as ink.

In the dark courtyard, there is only a little light, a little light, against a pale whiteness.

The mourning hall is always like this, always so white.

Thirty-six big men carried the coffin into the mourning hall and placed it in front of the pale-faced orphans and widows, and then they also began to retreat, step by step and in small steps.

They did not exit the door.

From the hands of the orphans and widows who looked like they could be blown down by a gust of wind, suddenly dozens of light-yellow flashes came out, and these 36 iron lion-like men suddenly fell down.

As soon as you fall, you die.

They were dead the moment their bodies hit the ground, and once they fell they would never get up again.

Duan Bafang has a wife, and of course there is only one wife.

Duan Bafang has concubines, and there are twenty-nine concubines.

Duan Bafang has sons, and there are forty sons.

Duan Bafang has a daughter, female sixteen.

Now in the mourning hall, in addition to his 86 wives, concubines and children, there are two other people.

The two looked very old, very old, and seemed to have died many, many times, with no expression on their faces.

Only the scar, no expression.

But every scar can also be regarded as an expression, a sad and complicated expression portrayed by those past events full of swords, swords, blood, hatred and grievances.

There are thousands of scars, that is, thousands of expressions.

There are tens of thousands of expressions, and they become no expressions.

In the dark courtyard, there was only a little light at first, and the light was in the mourning hall, in front of the coffin, and on the mourning case.

Suddenly, from nowhere, there was a gloomy cool wind blowing, and suddenly the lights went out.

When the lights came back on, the coffin was gone.

06
The secret room is made of a kind of blue stone brick, a kind of blue like the bones of the dead.

The light is also this color.

Two old people walked in carrying the coffin, and the secret door of the secret room was automatically sealed. The old man slowly put down the coffin and looked at the coffin quietly. The scars and wrinkles on his face seemed to be getting deeper, as if they had been intertwined A sad and mournful pattern.

They stood there quietly for a long time, no one could understand the patterns on their faces, so no one knew what they were thinking or what they were going to do.

They also did something absolutely unexpected:

Because they suddenly bumped their heads to death on the stone wall.

The lights flickered like will-o'-the-wisps.

The lid of the coffin was actually moving, gently and slowly, and then a hand protruded from the coffin.

This hand gently and slowly pushed the coffin away, and then Duan Bafang stood up from the coffin.

He looked around the secret room, and couldn't help showing a gratified and proud smile on his face.

Because he knew he was absolutely safe now.

Now everyone in Jianghu knows that he has committed suicide on a long street in a certain place, and all the grievances and hatreds he had during his lifetime have been wiped away with his death.

Now no one will come to hunt for revenge, because he is already a dead man.

A dead person who is still alive in this world.

Of course this secret will not be revealed, and everyone who knows this secret is dead, really dead.

And what man's mouth is more stable than the mouth of a dead man.

Duan Bafang let out a long breath, pulled up a copper ring on the stone wall, opened another secret door on the stone wall, and then his face suddenly changed.

He thought he could see the food, water and wine, clothing, and utensils that he had already prepared.

But he didn't see it.

He thought he would never see those who pursued and killed him again.

But he saw it.

His face changed drastically, but his body's functional reactions did not change.

His muscle elasticity and wit and martial arts are kept at their peak, and he can pierce a mosquito's abdomen with a needle at any time and under any circumstances.

It's a pity that this time his reaction was not fast enough.

When he started to move, he had already seen the light of the knife.

Throwing knife.

He knew that he saw the flying knife again, no matter what method he used, the flying knife could not be avoided no matter how he tried to hide.

So he died.

A person stabs himself in the stomach with a knife hidden by his side, even if the blood is all over the ground, he may not be really dead.

The knife can be spring loaded.

But what he saw this time was a flying knife, a flying knife that was just as good.

So this time he really died.

So flying knives were seen again in the rivers and lakes.

(End of this chapter)