Volume 1: Storm in the Western Region Chapter 101: A Knife without a Scabbard
There was rarely a tacit understanding among everyone, so they ignored Ximen Dazhuang's question and walked forward silently. Half an hour later, they encountered a slightly more dangerous place, but Zhao Rang felt that it was far from what he had said before.
Exaggeration, you can pass by just turning your body sideways.
Except for Yuan Kexin, who has the lowest level of martial arts cultivation among all the people present, they can lift their spirits and lighten their bodies. Even Ximen Dazhuang has no difficulty in passing. And Yuan Kexin is a slender and slender girl, even if she doesn't
With cultivation, as long as you add a little caution, you can easily pass it.
To practice martial arts, you must first practice Qi. When Qi is raised, the body will be light, and when Qi is down, the body will be heavy. Therefore, martial arts cultivators can change their weight to a certain extent within their own level, so as to do things that ordinary people cannot do. Don't underestimate these two skills.
It's simple. Once you practice it to a proficient level, it won't be a problem to pull up from the flat ground and jump several feet. It's like a ladder to the clouds. When you fall, whether it's slow or fast, it all depends on your choice. It's like a thousand-jin fall. Use these two well.
If you use it properly, you can make your body skills flexible and changeable, making your opponent elusive, thus defeating the enemy.
The guide was a little surprised when he saw that everyone had passed through the dangerous places as if they were walking on flat ground. When Mr. Ximen hired him, he only said that he was a Dawei merchant and did not reveal the details of Zhao Rang and others to him.
Zhao Rang adjusted his breath for a while and looked back. It was already foggy behind him, and he couldn't see the horses tied at the foot of the mountain. It turned out that the fog he saw earlier was now in it, so he asked the guide:
"How long does it take to get to the pavilion?"
The guide pulled out a machete from his waist and made a vertical slash on the pine tree next to him. He then pushed aside the old bark to reveal the fresh pine wood inside. He looked at it and replied:
"Sir, we have a quick walk. We should be able to get there in as long as we have a cup of tea."
Zhao Rang was very curious about his method of judging distance, but thinking that he relied on this ability to make a living, he did not inquire further. Although he was purely curious, if others thought that he was inquiring about his ability to keep things under control, then
It was not good. So he nodded and asked everyone to move on.
The fog was getting bigger and bigger, and clouds were coming from the invisible front. Zhao Rang had to slow down, otherwise everyone would be separated from each other sooner or later. Everything on this mountain was unusual, although everyone was a capable person.
But it is still much safer to stay together than to stay alone.
"Everyone, walk slowly! Don't stay too far away from anyone!"
"Yuan Mingkong! Take good care of your sister!"
As soon as Zhao Rang finished speaking, he felt something was wrong.
My voice is obviously very loud, but it seems like it can't be heard! Could it be that the mist can still swallow up my voice?
As a last resort, Zhao Rang had to stop. The guide had been walking beside him, and when he saw Zhao Rang stop, he didn't know why, so he had to stand still. After waiting for a while, he saw Ximen Dazhuang breaking through the fog with his burly figure.
Behind him are Ye Sanniang and Yuan Mingkong, who is supporting Yuan Kexin.
"What's wrong, Brother Rang?"
Ximen Dazhuang stared straight ahead. He didn't see Zhao Rang in the thick fog and almost bumped into him.
"The fog is too big, let's not spread it too far!"
Just as Ye Sanniang was about to say that she should go in front, she suddenly jumped up and pushed Zhao Rang to the side.
There was only a muffled "bang" sound in the thick fog, and a few cold stars shot out of it, aiming at the exact location where Zhao Rang had been.
Ye Sanniang raised her hand, and the energy spurted out from her palm, gathering all these "cold stars", and then she reached out and held them in her palm.
When I looked down, I saw five regular-shaped iron pieces, dark in color and extremely hard.
"What kind of hidden weapon is this?"
Ximen Dazhuang asked.
No matter how weird the hidden weapon is, it should have sharp edges and sharp edges, but this piece of iron is just a square piece of iron, and it has no lethality at all as a hidden weapon! Ye Sanniang lifted it up, took a gentle sniff, and found that there was no trace of metal on the iron piece.
Quenching the poison is also incomprehensible.
However, she discovered that these iron pieces were actually black steel!
As black steel has the best balance of hardness and toughness among the existing ores, swords made of black steel can be said to be the pinnacle of excellence.
Twenty years ago, there was a man in the world who found the method of smelting black steel from an unknown cave, and forged the world's first black steel sword. He then recruited many disciples and founded the Black Sword Hall.
The weapon was so fast that it became popular for a while. In the end, due to excessive killing, other Jianghu sects and aristocratic families joined forces to annihilate him. Almost all the black steel swords were destroyed in that battle, and the head of Wu Dao Hall also carried black swords.
The method of smelting and forging steel, jumping into the fire, and perishing together.
At this moment, Ye Sanniang saw the black steel piece in her palm and felt extremely incredible. In that battle, her family also took action and was considered one of the crusaders. Could it be that Wu Dao Tang was not destroyed, but
Secretly Chen Cang sneaked into the Western Region, secretly developed, accumulated strength, and waited to one day avenge the twenty-year revenge?
"Where's your brother!"
Ye Sanniang suddenly pulled out of her thoughts and asked.
But where is Zhao Rang's figure around?
Ximen Dazhuang and Yuan Mingkong were both anxious and looked around.
But except for thick white fog, nothing could be seen...
"Brother Jean!"
"Brother Jean!!!"
Ximen Dazhuang shouted with all his strength.
Such a loud sound, being in the deep mountains, should theoretically be able to propagate very far and produce echoes. But other than making his own ears buzz, there was no sound at all.
The guide quickly said:
"Master, don't worry! Wait for the younger one to explore the road!"
Ximen Dazhuang glanced at him.
Having experienced so many incidents along the way, he also gained a lot of perspective!
I thought that at this juncture, if the guide ran away again, it would not only be more difficult to find Brother Rang, but he would also be completely lost in this broken mountain. People in the Western Regions are unreliable, so we must not let him go by himself!
"Don't move! Just stay here!"
The guide thought that he had not offended this man, so why was he so angry at himself?
Unexpectedly, it was not enough for Ximen Da Zhuang to just ask him to stay calmly. He went even further and made him squat down, and then sandwiched him with Yuan Mingkong in tandem, thinking that this would be safer.
The guide had no room for excuse at all, so he could only squat down in aggrieved manner, counting the pine needles on the ground in a daze out of boredom.
"Okay, don't move, don't bully others. I'll go take a look around!"
Ye Sanniang said.
Ximen Dazhuang wanted to try to dissuade her, but he saw Ye Sanniang swaying and getting into the thick fog.
"A god is a god! Maybe this god lives here... maybe my sister-in-law and the god here know each other..."
Little did he know that Zhao Rang on the other side was pushed hard by Ye Sanniang just now. He stepped on a slippery pine cone that had just fallen. He stumbled to the ground and rolled several times on the sloping ground.
Hit in the head by a stone.
When he got up again, the pain from the back of his head made him grin.
Looking around, I found that the fog here was much smaller and thinner, and I could basically see the road ahead clearly.
Zhao Rang looked at the traces of his rolling on the ground and decided to return along the long way.
But if you are not used to walking on the road in the mountains, you will not be able to maintain your direction at all.
Soon Zhao Rang was lost, but he didn't know it.
Getting lost is like singing out of tune. If you knew it, it wouldn't happen. It's precisely because you don't know that you get stuck in it. The more you go, the more you go wrong, and the more you sing, the farther you go...
After walking for about a stick of incense, Zhao Rang didn't see anyone else, so he realized that he must have gone the wrong way.
But when I looked back in the direction I came from, I saw that there was nothing left except my own footprints, and I couldn't help but feel a little anxious.
"It would be nice if the mountain breeze blows the fog a little shallower..."
Zhao Rang couldn't tell the direction, so he didn't dare to walk around casually. He picked up a piece of hand randomly, followed the guide's behavior at that time, found a fairly strong tree nearby, and hit the trunk a few times with a stone, breaking it.
The outer bark of the tree was loosened, a piece peeled off, and marked so that one could determine whether one had been circling in the forest.
Zhao Rang followed the same pattern every time he walked. Until he marked fifteen trees in a row, he vaguely saw what seemed to be a building in front of him.
With a thought, I thought that I might have walked into that pavilion by mistake.
He immediately speeded up, but forgot to continue marking, so he climbed up with a sigh of relief.
After walking a few feet, I discovered that it was indeed an octagonal pavilion!
The foundation of the pavilion is solid, but the corners of the pavilion have collapsed, like a bald old man standing naked in the unobstructed wilderness, waiting to spend his last years.
After looking at it for a while, Zhao Rang felt that there was nothing strange, and was about to walk in to rest, but as soon as he took a step, he stopped and sighed.
On the pine tree next to it, a squirrel jumped up in panic and ran into the distance.
A man walked out from behind the pine tree where the squirrel originally lived.
He held a knife in his hand.
Jet black blade, jet black handle.
The man holding the knife had dark skin and a thin figure. Although he walked step by step, his shoulders barely moved, and the whole person seemed to be floating.
What surprised Zhao Rang the most was that the knife in his hand had no scabbard!
A knife without a scabbard allows the knife to be drawn faster, but it also brings danger to the person holding the knife.
Zhao Rang moved his eyes upward and looked at him.
This man is similar to me in age, but his eyebrows are thicker than me and the bridge of his nose is straighter than me.
When their eyes met, his back became straighter, and there was no difference between his whole body and the black knife in his hand, making it impossible to tell whether he was holding the knife or the knife was holding him.
The stubbornness and indifference shown on this face are in sharp contrast to Zhao Rang's playful and frivolous look.
"Who are you?"
Zhao Rang spoke first.
This man didn't react at all, and didn't even move his eyes. He was like a blind and deaf man.
"You are Zhao Rang!"
The man suddenly said.
There was no surprise in his tone, as if he was Zhao Rang's old friend for many years.
But Zhao Rang racked his brains and didn't think of such a friend among his friends. He could only nod and responded: