Sealing Knife

Xie Wuyi, the seventh generation owner of Duanshui Villa, is 34 years old. He is a master of Wushu and Shuangquan. He is good at spreading the water-cutting method of the family. He entered the rivers and lakes at the age of sixteen and went to the Western Regions for five years. After eighty-two battles, he only lost one level and one loss. After that, he turned to the Central Plains and participated in the martial arts sword club with his father, challenging martial arts heroes, without losing. Because he was still young, he was ranked eighth in the heroes list with the sword method.

Since Xie Wuyi was twenty years old, few people have come to try the knife, but three years ago, there were more people who challenged him. There were even many killers wandering around the villa and dormant.

There was no reason for him. At the time, it was rumored that Xie Wuyi might not be able to live long, and Canglan might really have sealed the sword from now on.

Three years ago, on the first day of the first lunar month, a masked swordsman from the Western Region asked Xing Wuyi at the top of Lingyun Peak, but he was defeated. He actually set up a poison scheme and harmed the two. Three days later, Xie Wuyi returned from a serious injury, and invited more than ten famous doctors from all over the world. They all said that the poison in their bodies was difficult to cure.

Two days later, the ghost doctor Sun Minfeng arrived in Luoyang. After some diagnosis and treatment, it was quite tricky. He set a deadline of seven, seven, forty-nine days and tried his best, but the chance of winning was only 50%.

If Xie Wuyi really has no medicine to cure, then he did not taste a defeat before his death. In addition to being happy and enemies, Jianghu people are also trying to fight for fame and gain. The people who once lost to him and those who were afraid of the turbulence and dare not to surpass the Leichi are now frustrated and frustrated.

"What about later?" Ye Fusheng sat on the wooden board while swaying his feet, and whispered to the steward.

Xie Wuyi is still alive in the world, and he wanted to come to the ghost doctor to rejuvenate with his magical powers, or he was a street seller of Dali pill.

After the caravan entered the city, they divided into two roads. Ye Fusheng and the stewards carried Xue Chanyi to the east of the city, and the rest of the people agreed to them and settled in an inn first. The person in charge was not at ease to drive this semi-blind man, and he replied succinctly while controlling the reins: "I do n’t know what happened later. I only know that after the forty-nine days, Xie Wuyi is still alive, but never again Martial arts, so there are rumors on the rivers and lakes that although the ghost doctor saved his life, he destroyed his martial arts ... "

"Bullshit!" Suddenly there was a loud drink in the carriage. Ms. Xue lifted the door of the car, and a long whip whizzed out, almost breaking the steward into three petals.

"Ms. Xue is not going to be angry. If my two said something inappropriate, Ye Mou will make a confession to the young lady first." Ye Fusheng grabbed her long whip and smiled like a pet, but unfortunately, the veteran of the flower bush hit the tribulus Miss Xue raised her eyebrows, shook her long whip, opened his palms, and slammed towards the gate of the servant.

The wind roared like there was a golden stone clang. If this whip is beaten, I don't know if it will grow into a yin-yang face in the next life.

Miss Xue has a beautiful face, and is about to make the whole face of the servant bloom, but unexpectedly **** are suddenly on her whip-wrist, but she only feels that the muscles between the wrists are shocked, and the hands are loose, those two The finger swiped ghostly, and robbed the whip from her palm, shaking it gently, and the long snake circled back and fell into his hand obediently, as if it was just a fly from the wind.

Miss Xue had n’t even breathed for a round before the weapon was easily taken away. She looked at the man who looked just like Zhou Zheng but a little downcast. He had a bloodless face like a living ghost, but still had Such a skill.

Miss Xue was ridiculous, but it was not without her brain, she raised her chin and said, "I can't think of you as a master who is hidden."

"The master can't talk, there is one of Miss Tang Tu's sinners." Ye Fusheng put the whip into a ball, and gave her hands back to her, the smile was still so gentle and courteous. "Both of me came from the north, not knowing these old things If there is something wrong, I wonder if you can ask the young lady for advice? "

Miss Xue sneered: "You can't talk about advice, but is it not a big mistake to chew your tongue behind?"

Hearing this, Ye Fusheng understood that the Miss Xue in front of him was Xue Chanyi, Xie Wuyi's only apprentice.

Thirteen years ago, Xie Wuyi returned from the Western Regions, rescued a girl named Xue in the border town, accepted her as a disciple, and carefully taught that in addition to the family's water-cutting knife method, it was Lian Canglan's 13th knife. Never hidden. It's a pity that Xue Chan's clothes are not good enough, he can only learn about the teacher's forty-five to five years, and the sword technique is incomprehensible. Only the whip technique can be mentioned.

Since Xie Wuyi had an accident three years ago, the Shuishui Mountain Villa was shaken overnight. If Xue Chanyi turned around in time, he and the old owner barely withstood the crumbling girders. Otherwise, the Shuishui Mountain Villa might have disappeared.

It is a pity that although her character is strong, her martial arts are far inferior to her teacher, and now the old owner has passed away. If Xie Wuyi really becomes a waste person, sooner or later he will be overwhelmed by the waves.

Duanshui Villa is located in the east of the city, the neighborhood is quiet, almost no one is talking about. The quaint manor does not look very prominent, with cornices and blue tiles and high walls. There is no town house lion at the door, only a basalt stone monument that is more than five feet high and about three feet wide, with a sharp blade engraved with free and wild handwriting: the world is out of my generation.

The nicks go from shallow to deep, from the sharp edge to the introverted temperament, just like a burdock kid who first entered the rivers and lakes has gradually grown into an unpredictable predecessor.

It's a pity that only three years later, the scenery of the Broken Water Villa is no longer, and only the old and weak women and children are left to breathe, holding the sign of "the first sword in the world" with the back of the ricket.

At this time the rain was over, the sky was brighter, Ye Fusheng's eyes were chaotic, and he could barely see a few outlines. He closed his eyes and quoted, "Miss Xue, please get off."

Xue Chanyi snorted: "What do you do with your eyes closed? Could it be that your eyes are so high that you look down on the gateway to the Broken Water Villa?"

Ye Fusheng smiled and didn't answer. Xue Chanyi's eyeball turned: "What's your name?"

Ye Fusheng closed his eyes and stood quietly, speaking like a Confucian doctor, saying: "Floating is like a leaf, and people die like a lamp. Floating in the lower leaf."

"People die like a lamp ..." Xue Chanyi sneered. "You haven't died yet. How do you know that death is like this?"

Ye Fusheng: "I don't dare to hide it, it's a wild ghost in the next place, but unfortunately Lord Yan hates me and refuses to take it, so I have to borrow the dead to return to the world, and it will hurt the world once again ... It ’s as simple as blowing a lamp and pulling wax. It ca n’t be more difficult. "

Xue Chanyi was teased by him: "How did you die before?"

Ye Fusheng tilted his head in her direction: "I can't think of it, I will find death."

"So why do you want to open it now?"

Ye Fusheng didn't expect the young lady to be so interested in him, so she said: "Zeng Xuren promised, and he will have to wait for his death to die."

The stewards hung on the side for a while, and couldn't help but interjected: "Your children?"

"Victory."

Xue Chan's eyebrows are a bit cold: "Five lakes and four seas, three teachings and nine streams, which day of the rivers and lakes will not die? Since ancient times, life and death have life and wealth in the sky. If you promise, will you be able to do it?"

She said it was very polite, but Ye Fusheng smiled: "If I really die one day, I will fly into the air with a breeze and give him a dream."

Xue Chanyi looked stunned, standing at the moment outside the car, Ye Fusheng's eyes closed, and naturally no one could see the complex and unspeakable expression on her face, the corners of her mouth moved slightly, and she seemed to cry like a smile.

For a while, she cleaned up her face and said with a straight face: "Ye Fusheng, I have a business that I want you to do."

The manager quietly ripped the corner of Ye Fusheng's clothes, but unfortunately, this merchandise replied with a smile, "What?"

Xue Chan said: "Recently there are many incidents in the city. I want to find another guard to look after my younger brother. If you respond to me, you will not have to eat and die in this little caravan after the incident is completed."

The manager ’s face swelled red, and she could n’t help seeing this beautiful and savage young lady. Ye Fusheng was quick this time, holding his shoulders and smiling sideways: “Miss Xie Xue raised her love, but it ’s a pity , I just hope that food and clothing will not worry, no big pursuit. "

Xue Chanyi said: "Your party is a foreigner. The market of Guyang City is unclear. How easy is it to get a firm foothold in a short time? Even if you don't think about yourself, you have to think about the old, weak and sick. Right. "

The body of the manager was stagnant, and his face was exactly the same as Yan Gua. Ye Fusheng turned around, pointing at his own eyes, patting his right leg with one hand, a little sad: "Miss, look at my blind leg and lame, what can I do?"

"Just when I hired a shield to survive three swords and six holes." Xue Chanyi threw his whip impatiently. "Should I say, should I?"

Ye Fusheng said in a positive way: "Do not sign a sales contract!"

When he said this, he stretched a coffin face, and his back was screwed up unconsciously. Hearing the wind in his ear, he raised his hand and caught a silver coin.

"Take a toss and nod my head, don't dirty my face at Duanshui Villa." Xue Chanyi lifted her feet off the car, leaving a sentence, "Meet me at three o'clock, and I will order the next person to take you into the door."

Ye Fusheng shrugged his shoulders and gently flicked **** away from the silver ingot to give the rest to the steward. He laughed and said, "These days, thank you for the care of the steward. The life-saving grace will not dare Forget, if there is a command in other days, I will also visit the mountains of fire. "

The steward held the silver, trembling with anger, and patted him on the shoulder again and again: "I saved you back, nothing, you don't have to go to the muddy waters for us! Which of these rivers and lakes are so good? Eyes, what are you doing with a blind and crippled crippled person, do you have to go to heaven with the help of a three-legged cat?

Ye Fusheng: "Hey, don't be angry, what should you do if you get asthma later?"

"Fuck you a calf! Find death, no one collects the corpse!" The steward flicked him away angrily, twisting his headgear and riding the car, riding a dust, almost throwing Ye Fusheng's face into mud.

Ye Fusheng heard the grunt of the carriage gradually disappearing, throwing the silver horns in his hand for a while, his face was pale, a pair of peach eyes under a pair of distant mountain brows, looking at some boys and girls, but he looked cold when he did not speak. It looks a little unpopular.

He drew a kit from his girdle. A bunch of green bamboo was embroidered on the snow-white silk cloth. The stitches were messy. The bamboo leaves were twisted like caterpillars and stained with black blood. Along the kit, I touched it carefully, and there was a square jade.

"Qi Yue without clothes? Same robe with the son. Master Wang Yuxing, repair my spear ..."

He hummed a piece of "Qin Feng? No Clothes", thrust the sachet back again, and shook his head away.

At this moment, the sky was getting darker, and the shimmering light fell on the stone tablet in front of the gate of the Broken Water Villa.

The world is coming out of my generation, rushing into the rivers and lakes.