The blade of the knife is shining, and the back of the knife is as long as a ruler.

If the human heart is really just measured by a knife, it is just a collection of killing thoughts in the heart.

Jingqian always regards himself as a Jianghu person, because he can clearly see the grudges and grudges, and he has also experienced grudges, but the fickleness of people is a hurdle that he cannot overcome. He uses the scale in his heart to measure it and turns it into a reality. The best substitute, for a Jianghu person, is a knife.

"Are you satisfied?"

“Very satisfied!”

Jingqian held the knife and waved it in the heavy snow at dawn. All the blacksmith's skills were concentrated on this work.

The blacksmith looked at Jing Gan holding the knife. Although he already belonged to his family, he was not satisfied with the dark and thin boy in front of him. He sat cross-legged in the snow with a melancholy expression.

Jingqian seemed to have noticed the blacksmith's thoughts. He calmed down and walked up to the blacksmith and asked, "Brother blacksmith, you don't look very happy. Do you have any regrets?"

The blacksmith was startled by the question and waved his hand quickly: "No, no, no, I have no regrets about the items that have belonged to others, but...Oh, forget it, I won't say it."

According to Jingqian's guess, the blacksmith's dissatisfaction was probably because he felt that people were not worthy of knives.

Yes, it can be imagined that a rare weapon comes out, but after all, it is not like the predecessors in the past, who are either unparalleled in martial arts or chivalrous. Jing Gan's two brushes, let alone others, he can weigh them in his own heart. Number.

Being denied again made Jingqian resentful of injustice. He seemed to feel that he was a sinner and that good luck always went against him.

Since childhood, he has been said to be nothing but cunning, but reality has proven that he is full of well-intentioned "cunning" that makes others understand him. He is also the least able to withstand the sudden changes of those around him.

He licked his mouth and couldn't put it down holding the knife. Finally he gritted his teeth and held the knife in both hands.

The blacksmith originally wanted to take the sword, but he remembered the ancestral teaching that the sale of swords is to hand them to the swordsman.

Now, this knife has the blood of the swordsman and is very spiritual. I can't force it. The blacksmith waved his hand and said: "That's all. You are destined to take it."

Jing Gan said nothing, his heart was like a mirror, and the man in front of him was a determined man, so he bowed his hands respectfully and left.

It snowed heavily all day and all night, and in the early morning it became even colder without the fire.

After walking about a hundred steps, I suddenly heard someone shouting from behind. It turned out to be the blacksmith.

Jingqian carried the knife on his back and turned around slowly. The blacksmith held his hand respectfully: "You're in good luck, I won't send you the news. In the future, when you meet a professional knife seller, he will tell you what you want to know. Take care of yourself!"

Jinggan had a melancholy smile on his lips and waved goodbye.

When we arrived at Lazikou Pass, we saw Di Qi and several soldiers from the Duwei Mansion in the distance.

Jing Qian felt uneasy: So fast? Isn't it? Otherwise, why would even Di Qi be dressed up in military uniform?

He strode and trotted to the pass, and several people at the pass came to greet him.

Di Qi asked anxiously: "Captain Ma, where have you been? How can you leave without permission when the enemy is in front of you? What's more, the situation outside is not very clear."

Jinggan looked inside the pass and saw several wounded lying in a mess, and asked: "The enemy? Are you talking about Tashi?"

Di Qi had long heard that the Seven Sons of Fengshan had deep feelings for each other, so he said the wrong thing for a while and changed his words: "Just last night, Tashi burned down the Tinghou Mansion and injured several warriors of the tribe. Now his whereabouts are unknown. !”

"Take me to see it!"

At that time, Tashi had already led 20,000 elite troops to garrison near Niutoushan, a few forty miles outside the city.

A lifetime of misfortunes and emotional entanglements eventually pushed him into turning against his tribe.

Niutou Mountain is a flat mountain. Tashi, who often leads troops in battles, is very familiar with the terrain that is most advantageous for the tribe to fight.

Fengmei changed her usual attitude, made tea in the camp early, picked up a pot and went outside the camp.

Tashi's face was full of sadness. He had been exhausted physically and mentally for many days, and the stubble on his face had not been taken care of for a long time.

He stood on the Niutoushan beacon tower with his hands behind his back, looking at Fengshan from a distance, and secretly said to himself: It's best not to be one of them.

"Tashi, take a sip of hot tea first!" Fengmei offered a cup of tea with a smile on her face.

Tashi held Fengmei's hands and said affectionately: "After this is over, you must fulfill your promise. Let's leave here together and find a place where no one knows us!"

Fengmei smiled and nodded, with some hesitation flashing across her brows.

An exaggerated laughter came from behind, and the two of them saw that it was Kuang Hongfei.

Followed by two neatly dressed attendants, their squinting eyes were narrowed to a crack by smiles.

He clapped his hands and walked up to him, hugged his shoulders and said, "Oh my, I finally see that you have woken up. Master is right, you are still one of our own, hahaha!"

Tashi threw away Kuang Hongfei's hands and said with murderous intent: "Who is one of your own? Today's rebellion is entirely my business and has nothing to do with anyone else! This is a personal grudge between me and Luo Sang!"

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"Without my master, would you have a chance to resist Luosang? Don't think too highly of yourself!"

Tashi thought about it and asked, "Your master? What does it have to do with me!"

Kuang Hongfei pursed his lips and smiled ferociously: "Oh, it's none of your business. Anyway, it will be difficult for you to look back." Then he seemed to have a seizure, his expression became serious, "Oh no, my master, you should call him

Master Iron!"

"Master Iron?"

Kuang Hongfei laughed wildly again, gave a thumbs up and said: "He has extraordinary abilities and is a descendant of the Zhenghuang Banner royal family of the Qing Dynasty. He should be the true master of this land!"

Upon hearing this, Tashi was so angry that he could not speak. He gritted his teeth and clenched his fists.

Kuang Hongfei is also a sensible person, and the stakes are all put aside. In his eyes, he has never been afraid of any living creature, except for his master, Lord Tie.

Seeing that Tashi was angry, he raised his arms and waved: "Let's go, let's not stop you two from kissing me."

After taking just two steps, Tashi stopped him: "After the matter is completed, will you really agree to let me and Fengmei go?"

Kuang Hongfei lazily held a cigarette in his mouth, lit it, took a puff, smiled strangely at an attendant and said, "Hand out!"

As soon as the attendant opened his palms, Kuang Hongfei extinguished the half-finished cigarette and made a sizzling sound in his palms.

Kuang Hongfei didn't even look at him. The attendant was convulsing in pain but didn't dare to scream. He just said lightly: "Be good, the general will promise you anything!"

After that, he lit another cigarette before leaving.

In the Tinghou Mansion, the prosperity and solemnity of the past have long disappeared.

There were crackling sounds among the broken walls.

In front of the gate of Tashi's newly married house, the two eye-catching stone lions are still in full bloom.

After entering the gate, I found that everything in the courtyard had been kicked over and damaged.

Respecting the pain in the ninja's heart, he entered the wedding room.

When he saw a simple bed on the ground, he could no longer control his tears.

He knelt down and pulled up the quilt. There was a leather bag inside. He touched it and found it was still warm.

This leather bag was bought by a few people at the market when it was cold at night when they were building the tea horse.
Chapter completed!