Lei Feng's appearance broke the original peace of the prison, at least the peace of the north cell, but he had no idea about it. He felt very sorry for Du Xiaohua and felt shameful for his father's bastard: robbing someone else's wife, taking away someone's wife.
My wife's hatred, fortunately I am smart, hehe. But which little mother is Du Xiaohua's old lover?
No matter which one it is, Lei Feng will not try to pull strings for Du Xiaohua. He is not stupid. It was Du Xiaohua who was the cuckold. If he tries to pull strings, his father will become a cuckold and become a bastard.
Then aren't you just a bastard?
I'm not that stupid!
"Hero, I'll treat you to a big dinner." Lei Feng spread all the packed things on the ground and invited Old Man Zhang to eat.
Seeing so much food, Old Man Zhang suddenly frowned and turned away from looking at Lei Feng.
"I want to treat you to something to eat, so I can save my face." Lei Feng took a big bite of the roasted chicken and said with a greasy smile on his face: "I know everything about you, you are awesome! You are so fucking awesome!
"
"Got it?" Old Man Zhang took out a cigarette and lit it, and said calmly.
"Of course I know, Hero Hulan, hehe." Lei Feng smiled, threw the pig knuckle in his hand to Old Man Zhang and said, "What you did is simply a legend. Damn, did you know that it is now spread on the Internet outside?
Your legendary story is so awesome!"
"Legend...Legend..." Old Man Zhang smoked a cigarette and stared blankly at the ceiling above his head.
There was a wry smile in his cloudy eyeballs, which, against the backdrop of accumulated wrinkles, gave people an extremely bleak and lonely feeling.
"Legend, your sister!" Lei Feng suddenly changed his face and curled his lips and said: "Just kill someone, it doesn't matter, but you did such a damn good job, just cut the grass and root out the roots. Where is your knife? Take it out and let it go.
Let me take a look and see if you can cut off my head?"
Hero Hulan is definitely a legend, but it's a pity that Lei Feng doesn't care about this legend at all. He believes that killing people, even if they hate the police, should not kill everyone in the family. What the hell is this? What kind of legend is it? Still a hero
?This is against the morals of heroes!
"Haha, do you really believe it?" Old Man Zhang smiled, looked at Lei Feng and said, "If I say that all the people I killed were those who deserved their crimes; if I say that I did not kill everyone in their entire family, would you believe it?"
"I don't believe it." Lei Feng spit out two words from his mouth very simply.
Although the legend is very false, it changes completely as it is passed down. But since it is a legend, it must be fundamental and cannot be made out of nothing.
"It's okay if you don't believe me." Old Man Zhang said with a contemptuous smile: "Actually, I don't have any grudge against them when I kill people, I just want to find someone to practice my sword with, that's all."
"Are you a pervert?!" Lei Feng asked with wide eyes.
"Wrong, I'm not a pervert, but..." Old Man Zhang thought for a moment and suddenly asked mysteriously: "Boy, do you want to learn my sword skills?"
Hearing this, Lei Feng was startled: Damn, she must be really a pervert.
"My sword skills are definitely the fastest and most vicious in the world. I named it 'Blood Dance'. I have been looking for a successor, but I have never found a suitable one until I met you!"
Old man Zhang stared at Lei Feng with a burning face and continued: "I started practicing swordsmanship when I was three years old, and it took me thirty years of practice before I was declared a master. There is no blood when my sword is unsheathed, and it only takes ten seconds after the knife leaves the body.
Blood splattered. Ah, watching those blood beads dancing in a line is so intoxicating..."
Old man Zhang fell into a happy reverie, with a face full of enthusiasm, nostalgia, and sanctity.
Lei Feng curled his lips and said: "Stop bragging, I've seen a lot of sharp knives..."
"No, it's not just a sharp sword, but a kind of soul, the soul of the sword!" Old Man Zhang opened his eyes wide, and his cloudy eyeballs exuded a little light: "What I practice is not a sword at all, I am touching the soul of the sword. Anyone can see
Blood knives will be endowed with souls by blood. Once you touch the soul of the knife, you will be obsessed with it and go crazy. This is the highest state of knife training. You have the qualifications. If you are willing, I am willing to give you what I have learned all my life.
The sword soul technique is passed on to you. Maybe you still don’t believe it, but when you touch a knife that has killed countless people, will you have a special feeling?"
A special feeling? Lei Feng held the chicken drumstick in his mouth, touched his head and thought about it, feeling that it seemed to be like that.
Many knives feel like that, but if you touch a knife that has killed countless people, you will feel a chill immediately. Yes, it is the kind of chill that can make people's sweat pores stand up instantly.
For example, the M9 saber used by my father to peel apples is dark and extremely cold all year round. It is useless even if it is exposed to the sun. There is also my mother’s saber, although it is not as cold as my father’s knife, but it is still very cold.
People can't bear to touch it.
"When you put it like that... it really seems like that's the case." Lei Feng slowly tore off a piece of meat, chewed it twice, swallowed it and said, "Come on, tell me, what is a sword soul?"
"The soul of the knife is the soul given to the knife by blood." Old Man Zhang licked his lips and explained with shining eyes: "If a knife is stained with enough blood, the knife itself will change its original color due to the penetration of blood.
, or dark red, or purple, or purple-black. When the knife turns into this color, it means that the knife has a sword soul, do you understand?"
"No." Lei Feng simply shook his head and said, "You made it very clear, but I still don't understand what a sword soul is. Let alone a sword soul, I don't even know what a soul is."
"Let me put it in the simplest terms: fierce! A knife is a sharp weapon, a murder weapon, a murder weapon, a murder weapon. And what is a human being?"
"I know this," Lei Feng waved his hand and said proudly: "Humans are advanced animals. From Darwin's theory of evolution, humans are actually monkeys."
"Bullshit!" Old Man Zhang glared at Lei Feng and cursed: "That's pure bullshit! Human beings are just a carrier. If the carrier itself is a murder weapon, the knife in his hand will naturally become a murder weapon; if the carrier is just a murder weapon,
If it is a sharp weapon, the knife in your hand is just a sharp weapon. What the knife becomes is completely determined by what the person is like, do you understand?"
Lei Feng nodded, but his eyes were still blank, because he still didn't quite understand. What old man Zhang said was a bit too profound, like a mental illness. Isn't it just a knife? Is it so mysterious?
"Alas..." Old Man Zhang suddenly sighed and said with a slumped expression: "Actually, I'm just a loser, because the knife in my hand is just a murder weapon, far from the level of a mass murder weapon, or even a murder weapon.
reluctantly……"
Old Man Zhang's eyes were full of hatred and regret, and he seemed to be deeply unwilling that the knife in his hand could not reach its highest level.
"Um..." Lei Feng pondered for a moment, raised his cheeks and said deeply: "Killing one person is a murderer; killing a thousand people, and ten thousand people are good people and heroes..."
"Yes!" Old Man Zhang stood up excitedly and said to Lei Feng: "This is the truth. You are indeed the person I want to wait for. You have murderous aura, and the most important thing is that you have the most unique temperament!
This kind of temperament is the most critical factor for you to become the king of swords. You must know that this kind of temperament is simply not something you can find only one in a hundred thousand, or even one in a million. And even if you have this kind of temperament,
You may not have murderous aura at the same time. You are very good and you are the one I am waiting for. God is wise and I can finally let my blood dance pass on..."
"Temperament?" Lei Feng was stunned for a moment, then confidently wiped his oily lips and smiled with great ease.
Handsome, Lei Feng with temperament is super handsome, Lei Feng with temperament and smile 24k - pure handsome!
"For you, your temperament is unparalleled. When you show your temperament, you are completely crazy!" Old Man Zhang said with certainty.
Hearing this, Lei Feng became angry: he scolded the guy next door and reiterated that I am not a psychopath, I can only be considered mentally ill at best!
"Psychosis does not have any form of mental restraint. It can make one's thinking jump infinitely and break all the conventions recognized by the world." Old Man Zhang clenched his dry fists and said loudly and passionately: "What the sword soul needs is this kind of helplessness.
Imprisoned, infused with murderous aura, you do something but leave no trace. No one knows what your attack route is, and no one dares to predict your attack. Because you are a psycho, a psychotic spiritual world.
It’s simply the vast starry sky and the boundless universe!”
Lei Feng was lost in thought, his expression extremely solemn.
"Have you realized it?" Old Man Zhang asked eagerly when he saw Lei Feng's expression.
"Hmm..." Lei Feng picked up the chicken leg, took a bite and said, "Is your knife as good as Xiao Li's flying knife?"
"Nonsense, even Xiao Li's fucking flying knife isn't as good as mine!"
"Oh, that's it." Lei Feng suddenly said mysteriously: "I'll tell you a story, a true story."
"explain!"
"I remember when I was in the army, I once went on a mission to a tribe in Africa. At that time, I was escorting a diamond tycoon named Luther to return. I ran out of ammunition and food. It was miserable, but at this time I encountered
A bunch of savages!"
"Then what?" Old Man Zhang asked.
"I ran away and ran up a tree. Luther couldn't climb the tree and was caught by the savages. Fortunately, the savages didn't eat Luther. A group of savages took turns to pop the anus and left; the next day there was another
When I met the group of savages, I ran up the tree again, and Luther was shot again. This time, the injury from yesterday was inflamed, and it was terrible. I saw the group of savages again on the third day, and Luther's legs were weak at that time.
Okay, I felt quite distressed just thinking about it, forget it, it’s no big deal, I’ll do it. I helped Luther up the tree and waited for the savages to ravage me. They slowly came around, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath...
…At this time, I heard a savage’s voice: I’ve been blasting this one for the past two days, please pull that one down from the tree today.”
Old man Zhang was stunned for a while after hearing this, and looked at Lei Feng eagerly. After finishing speaking, Lei Feng also looked at old man Zhang eagerly, his eyes widened.
"What you are talking about has something to do with the sword soul?" Old Man Zhang couldn't help but ask.
"It doesn't matter!" Lei Feng said very strangely: "I just told you to listen..."
Lei Feng was so weird. He was just telling old man Zhang about what he had encountered in the past. Why did he have to be involved with some fantasy sword soul? What a lunatic!
"Watch the knife!" Old Man Zhang suddenly roared and attacked Leifeng with a chicken bone.
After being attacked, Lei Feng's eyes instantly became bloodshot, and a violent killing light burst out like a sharp arrow.
The chicken bone landed precisely on Leifeng's neck.
Lei Feng's eyelids twitched fiercely, and the hairs all over his body stood up like crazy: He didn't see Old Man Zhang's attack route at all, not at all!
The chicken bones were put back, and Old Man Zhang took action again.
This time Lei Feng concentrated all his attention on the bones in the opponent's hands.
"Whoosh!"
There was a sudden sound of breaking wind, and the chicken bones were placed on Leifeng's throat again.
Bloodshot eyes instantly filled Lei Feng's eyes, and every muscle in his body tightened infinitely with the redness of his eyes: He still didn't see the opponent's move clearly...
How can it be so fast? How is it possible? Is there really a sword spirit!!!
