Death Sutra

Knives are increasingly becoming an indispensable thing for Gu Shen.

When I was in Jinpengbao, I took the knife almost every day. The weight of the pound seemed to grow on him. If I forgot to bring the knife one day, I felt like I was wearing no clothes. Especially obvious.

At noon the next day, Gu Shen left the house alone, stepping on the thick snow and going to the place where he knew the most.

The tall fat man at the entrance of the South Wall pub looked coldly at the stubborn teenager. "This is a pub, not a knife shop."

"I pay for it." Gu Shen was stuck in the doorway, and a pair of postures that did not reach the goal did not stop. Anyway, no guests came in and out at this time.

A tall fat man and a short fat man glanced at each other and walked into the store. They soon took a weapon and threw it to Gu Shenwei. "Look at your master's face, take it, don't take your money."

The fat man still remembers that he was the apprentice of Tie Hanfeng. Gu Shen took over the weapon. "This is a sword, I want a knife."

The fat man who keeps the door is angry. "Choose and choose four, I am your slave? Go and walk."

Two fat guys hold their arms and push to the unsuspecting teenager.

Gu Shen returned to his residence and pulled out the sword. This is probably the weapon left by the fake aristocrat. The scabbard and hilt are very beautifully decorated. The inlaid gemstones are fake and the blade is light and thin. Not even sharpened.

This is completely different from the sense of solidity that comes with holding a knife.

"Don't you call it?" Xu Xiaoyi came over and he was more interested in fake stones.

"I am not used to using a sword."

"What is the difference, anyway, there is no master in the Ten Dragons, how to fight is your win."

Xu Xiaoyi’s words woke up to Gu Shenwei. He once learned the moves in the nameless swordsmanship. Although he had a miraculous effect when he was overcoming with Master, he almost died in the hands of Master. That is because the iron martial arts of Tiehan Feng is stronger than him. More, if the opponent is weak, no need to defend, this set of swordsmanship is just right.

This move seems a bit sloppy, does not meet the principles of Jinpengbao, Gu Shenwei would like to try, although he has told the lotus girl not to practice, he still remembers the sword.

Take out the sword and collect the sword.

Xu Xiaoyi sat down on the floor, reached out and touched the wound that did not exist on his neck, and his face turned white. "What? Killing people?"

"Nothing, try this sword."

Xu Xiaoyi's face suddenly became red. "Try the sword? Try the sword? Do you have a living man to test the sword? If you miss, I am not dead."

"No." Gu Shen began to feel that it was more comfortable with the sword. "I won't miss."

Xu Xiaoyi can't believe it. The tip of the sword has already touched his neck. He only needs to advance another inch, and he will be put to death. In his opinion, no one will miss, but he does not continue to argue and does not want to provoke this Jinpengbao killer. try again.

After the gas slowly disappeared, Xu Xiaoyi began to think that the sword was a ghost, but it was the most wonderful sword he had ever seen. "Hey, what is the sword? You can use a sword to use a knife."

Xu Xiaoyi did not understand martial arts, Gu Shenwei could not explain to him, the martial arts that looked very powerful, but not necessarily useful in actual combat, "thorn neck sword method."

"Red shirt? The sword used by the shirt?"

"The sword of the neck."

Xu Xiaoyi pressed his neck and pouted. "It's a good sword, and it's such an ugly name."

Xu Yanwei had a guest at home, and the two had to hide. The younger brothers and sisters could not afford to rent a small building in the lane. They could only find a place on the edge of Nancheng. There was no place to rest in the vicinity. Gu Shen was unfamiliar with life. Unwilling to follow Xu Xiaoyi to the messy place, he had to take him back to the South Wall Tavern.

Gu Shen gave up the sword, and the two fat guys searched him very carefully, and then reluctantly put the two in.

"When I come out, I will take the sword. If it can become a knife, it will be better."

Gu Shen snorted and went to the pub to pick a table in the corner, not wanting to attract attention.

It was not black, and there were not many guests. Gu Shen looked around and did not see Master's figure, but she became interested in an old man outside the table.

The old man sipped his own drink, and every bite had to be slow-moving. There was only one kind of wine on the table, indicating that he was a senior alcoholic.

The old man surnamed Zhang, the famous monk, is the teacher of the Jinpengbao family school. Gu Shenwei’s neck was once played by the majestic old gentleman. Near the end of the year, it is estimated that the Shangguan’s children did not go to school.

Zhang Wei is also working in the library. He is the only person who is interested in piles of old paper. He often reads at night, and Gu Shenwei suddenly thinks that this person may be able to answer questions for himself.

Xu Xiaoyi is swallowing the wine on the table in a raging way. The size of the meal is not commensurate with his thin body. Gu Shen is all the silver in his arms, about thirty-four, "go to checkout."

"I haven't finished eating yet?" Xu Xiaoyi chewed food in his mouth and widened his eyes.

"Check out the old gentleman."

Xu Xiaoyi did not move, glanced at Zhang Wei, "He is you?"

Gu Shen sighed with a pretense: "Oh, I will report the situation to Dongbao tomorrow. I can say a lot to my good helper."

Xu Xiaoyi jumped out of the chair, picked up the silver two, walked to the counter, whispered in his mouth, "obscenity."

After a while, Xu Xiaoyi came back and his face was very bad. "The old man is not easy. Even drinking for a few days is the best wine. Your silver is not enough."

"Then book it."

"Who is the account?"

"Iron cold front."

Xu Xiaoyi reluctantly went to the counter again. This time he came back faster, and the treasurer followed him. "Tie Hanfeng has no account here."

"That will be remembered from now on."

Gu Shenwei learned one thing from Master. In Nancheng, there must be no timid hesitation. If he insists that he can achieve his goal, he will be swallowed up.

The shopkeeper looked up and down the teenager. "Are you his apprentice?"

"Ok."

"What if he doesn't recognize your account?"

"I take the head back."

Gu Shen was on the table with one hand, and the sound was flat as if he had been a killer for many years. He was told when he first entered Nancheng: the head is also the currency here.

The treasurer was cold-faced. For a moment, he seemed to be angry. A half-child with a beard that had not grown up dared to take him for fun, but when he spoke, he said, "One hundred and forty-two two, remember Under the iron cold front account."

Xu Xiaoyi sat in the chair of Gu Shen’s left hand and seemed to look at him without knowing it. “Wow, wow, you are... what is your name?”

The two have known each other for a long time, Gu Shen has never mentioned his name, Xu Xiaoyi did not ask, has been called "you, him".

"Yang Huan." Gu Shen gave a pseudonym. He is now acting as a killer. You don't have to use the word "hano slave".

"Hello brother, I told you to have a good brother, you are one or two years older than me, hehe..."

Xu Xiaoyi shook his head, as if he didn't believe it.

Gu Shenwei did not pay attention to him, has been staring at the shopkeeper to Zhang Hao, not a moment, Zhang Hao called the guy to pay the young man in the past.

"I have taught so many students that no one knows filial piety."

Zhang Wei actually remembered the slave who had made trouble in the school. Although the two worked together in the library, they never said anything.

"A little respect, please Mr. Zhang smile."

"Someone pays, of course I laugh. Sit down, you don't have to bend around, you can say something straight, but I will remind you first, I don't want to retreat, I don't necessarily help."

Gu Shen laughed. "No problem, this time I can't help, and there will be time to ask for advice in the future."

Gu Shen whispered the paper he remembered and omitted the name. "Mr. Zhang, do you think this is a bit different?"

Zhang Hao picked up a glass of wine and slowly swayed. "I can't help this busy, I am a dead man, never do anything in the fort."

"Thank you, Mr. Zhang."

Gu Shenwei did not intend to ask any more. Zhang Wei’s attitude explained many things. Moreover, Jinpengbao’s power is complicated, and no one can guarantee Zhang’s reliability.

Gu Shen returned to her position, ignored Xu Xiaoyi's embarrassment, and fell into meditation. Zhang Wei also felt that there was a problem with this instrument, which made him more sure of his doubts.

Alcoholic travelers are getting more and more. Everyone talks about the land, and several of the tablers are still not drunk. They are taking a polite circle and talking in the same way as those of Tiehan Feng and Zhong Heng.

Gu Shen is a bright eye, the language is a labyrinth. In order to test the other side to hide himself, the speaker has to add more smoke to the labyrinth. It is the person who is familiar with the rules to successfully cross the maze.

Gu Shen asked Xu Xiaoyi to write the pen paper, silently write the contents of the document, read it from head to room, and finally understand why he was uneasy.

In those literary vocabulary, the planners are not fully aware of the success of the action, so there are many hints hidden between the lines to show that he knows that it may fail, and that failure may be a good thing, which can reduce the arrogance of the apprentices...

Gu Shen broke the paper into pieces and stood up and walked out. When passing by Zhang Wei, he said it again, "Thank you, Mr. Zhang."

"Thank you, I will stay away from me."

Many people mean that the eyes are mixed, and Zhang’s attitude becomes blunt, and he does not raise his head.

Gu Shenwei did not stop, and the passengers coming in against the tide went to the door. Xu Xiaoyi stuffed the last dish and drank a big drink, followed closely behind.

Not waiting for Gu Shen to open, the tall fat man will return the weapon, the weapon has changed, but it has not become a knife, it is still a sword, shorter and lighter than before, it seems to be a child's toy.

The fat man’s face showed a sly smile. Gu Shen took the short sword and smiled. “Your trick should be better.”

The sky is getting darker, the two step on the thick and thick snow, and once again come to the Ten Dragons to help the stronghold. This time, there is no need to pay the fees for the twenty-two silver, but the bad wine is not free. Gu Shen is no longer worthy. Wen, Xu Xiaoyi had to pay for his own money, and repeatedly stressed that it was borrowed.

Gu Shenwei holds a short sword and stares at a arrogant man in the crowd, thinking how to fight him.