Wang Yuanwei suddenly understood something. He turned around, looked at the bamboo cutter again, and sneered twice: "Humph. It turns out he is a member of the Demon Cult. No wonder he has such martial arts at such a young age."
The bamboo cutter was puzzled: "Mojiao? Is this a place where tofu is ground? I only chop bamboo, not grind tofu."
Wang Yuanwei still sneered: "Ha. Pretend, keep pretending."
The more he thought about it, the more he felt that his judgment was correct. Even among the disciples of the ten major sects, no one had such martial arts at such an age. The Bamboo Shooter must have practiced some kind of evil Kung Fu. Or he had killed innocent people since he was a child to practice in this world.
The little devil with swordsmanship, or the old devil who digs out the brains of living babies to refine the rejuvenation elixir, must have done a lot of evil.
"Uncle Wang, I really don't know that person." The bamboo cutter paused and said, "Since he robbed your knife, then if I help you get it back, it can prove my innocence, right?" After that, he walked out of the courtyard.
Run away.
Wang Yuanwei yelled angrily: "You want to escape?" He started to chase him, but suddenly he realized that even if he had a knife in his hand, he was no match for the bamboo cutter, and without a knife in his hand, he was no match for the bamboo cutter, so he hesitated to move forward.
No one else came to stop him. The bamboo cutter walked out of the courtyard gate without any hindrance and strode to the street. His legs moved faster and faster, like a galloping leopard. Soon he was out of the city gate and passed by.
After passing the official road, we plunged into the vast forest.
There is no path in the dense forest, so the bamboo cutter draws his knife to cut through the forest. The blade passes by, and shrubs and small trees fall down one after another, without slowing down at all.
The moon was gradually blocked by clouds, and there was not a trace of light in the forest. However, the bamboo cutter identified a direction and kept moving forward. After going several miles deeper, the trees blocking the road suddenly disappeared, and a deserted mountain appeared in front of the bamboo cutter.
Abandoned mountain temple, there seems to be a flickering fire inside.
The bamboo cutter put away his knife and pushed open the dilapidated temple door. He saw a fire burning in front of the mountain god statue covered with cobwebs. There was a man sitting on a futon next to him, wearing gold-knife clothes, carrying a bamboo basket on his back, and holding a golden knife.
, with no expression on his face, he stared at him coldly when he saw him entering the door.
"Brother, please return the calm knife." The bamboo cutter said, "That's Uncle Wang's knife. You took it away, and he was very angry."
The man who took the knife opened his mouth and made a hoarse sound in his throat: "How did you find it?"
The bamboo cutter said: "I followed the path you took to find you."
The man who took the sword shook his head: "My Qinggong can leave no trace on the snow without leaving a single footprint. How can you find the path I took?"
The bamboo cutter replied: "But the fragrance of tea is still on your body."
"Tea scent?"
The person who took the knife was startled for a moment, then he touched his sleeve and took out a small cloth bag. There was a small crack on the cloth bag, and a few tea leaves were leaking down. The person who took the knife guessed that it should be Yun Mo.
When he sent the young disciple to tug on his sleeve, he also pulled the tea bag inside.
But the taste of tea is so subtle, and not many tea leaves leak out along the way. To be able to pursue the smell, one must either have been immersed in tea ceremony for many years and be extremely familiar with the taste of tea, or one must have a high level of internal energy and have extremely sharp five senses.
The man who took the knife became more and more curious about the identity of the bamboo cutter and asked: "Which palace among the four gates and sixteen palaces do you belong to?"
The bamboo cutter seemed to have heard this word for the first time: "Ah? What kind of palace do you mean?"
The man who took the sword, like Wang Yuanwei, thought that the bamboo cutter was just pretending to be stupid and didn't believe his words at all. He laughed like a crow and cried: "Quack, stop pretending. There are no disciples like you in the top ten sects."
The bamboo cutter nodded: "Yes, I am not a disciple of the four major sects."
The man who took the knife was stunned again, thinking what the hell are the four major sects? He immediately realized that he had a weird accent and his pronunciation was just like the "four major sects". But who doesn't know the ten martial arts practitioners?
Big faction? Is this guy pretending to be stupid, or does he really know nothing?
At this time, the bamboo cutter said again: "Brother, I don't know why you took away the calm knife, but you must not be happy if someone else takes your things. If you need a knife, I can lend you my knife."
The person who took the knife was angry and funny, and thought: "You kid keeps pretending to be stupid with me, maybe you are not insulting me." Then he said: "Okay, you give me the knife first, and I will give you the 'calm knife'
Give it back."
"Ah, okay."
The bamboo cutter stepped forward and held out the bamboo cutting knife from his waist.
The firelight danced and reflected on the black sword. The person who took the sword was careful not to take the sword. He had seen the bamboo cutter's sword skills before and understood that as long as he stretched out his hand, he might say goodbye to his wrist. He said: "I'm afraid you'll cut it."
I'll put the knife on the ground first, and then go to the mountain god statue."
The bamboo cutter actually put down his knife and retreated to the mountain god statue honestly.
The person who took the knife stretched out his feet, hooked his toes on the handle of the knife, and the bamboo cutting knife flew into his hand. He leaned close to the fire and used the light to look at the knife, and said smoothly: "Okay..."
After all, the word "knife" could not be uttered, and the person who took the knife only said in his heart: "What a broken knife!"
Not to mention the Lengjin Dao and the weapons in the bamboo basket, this bamboo-cutting knife is not only inferior to ordinary fine iron weapons, it is even inferior to ordinary farm hatchets. There are dozens of gaps on the blade and there are cracks in the handle.
, let alone cutting with others, it would be difficult to chop thin bamboo. But the bamboo cutter used such a sword to defeat Wang Yuanwei and six Yunmo Sect Sword Sect disciples in a row.
But no matter how strong he is, whether he is sincerely asking for a knife for the Golden Knife Sect, or whether he wants to keep the Lengjin Knife for himself, the person who takes the knife will not let the cooked duck fly away from him.
The man who took the knife remained calm and put the bamboo cutting knife into the bamboo basket behind his back. Then he picked up the Lengjin knife and jumped up with both legs. When he jumped to a height of two feet, he slashed hard with the knife.
Bang!
The sharp blade cut through the beam as if cutting through mud, and opened a big hole in the roof. The person who took the knife jumped out, poured internal force into the soles of his feet, and stepped hard on the load-bearing part of the roof, only to hear a "click" below.
There was a loud noise, and the mountain temple, which had been in disrepair for a long time, collapsed with a rumble.
The sword-snatcher used the huge force of the recoil to fly directly over ten feet away. The cold gold sword in one hand weighed three hundred kilograms. He was also carrying a bamboo basket with dozens of weapons on his back, and he could still step on the branches.
Quickly leap through the forest.
Smoke and dust were everywhere behind him, and the knife-snatcher didn't even look back. He just used Qinggong to rush forward frantically. At full speed, his internal strength could not be sustained after a quarter of an hour, so he could only fall back into the forest and walk through it. Fortunately, he had shaken off the bamboo cutter.
Some distance away, taking this opportunity, the man who took the knife threw the tea bag into a stream to avoid being traced again.
Along the way, the knife snatcher would sometimes stop, deliberately break branches in certain places, make heavy footprints, and fake signs that someone was passing by, and then move forward in another direction, repeating this process several times.
The sun rises in the east, and red clouds can be seen on the treetops. The knife-catcher has been running for a long time, and gradually feels tired. He first picks some wild fruits to satisfy his hunger and thirst, then finds a big tree, hangs the bamboo basket and Lengjin knife on the tree, and
Then he leaned against the tree trunk and closed his eyes to sleep.
After being tired all night, and with few human traces in the deep mountains and old forests, the man who took the sword lost his guard and fell into a deep sleep. He even had a dream. In the dream, all the magical weapons on Yunzhou's weapon list, including "
"Yundao, Mojian" were all in his hands. The person who took the sword couldn't help but laugh. He suddenly felt his throat itchy and wanted to sneeze.
"A sneeze!"
The man who took the knife woke up from his sleep, rubbed his nose, and felt the smoke and fire was choking him. He also realized that he was in a dense forest, how could there be fire? He jumped up with a start, and opened his eyes, but when he saw in front of him
A pile of charcoal fire was burning in the open space, and the smoky smell came from it.
On both sides of the charcoal fire, there were racks made of three firewood sticks, holding a long firewood. A fat silver carp was penetrated from beginning to end by the long firewood, and it was already half cooked.
The person who took the knife was horrified. He turned around and looked up the tree. He saw that the Lengjin knife and the bamboo basket were still hanging on the tree. He quickly went up and took them down. When he was about to leave, he suddenly heard someone say: "Don't leave."
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The person who took the knife heard the voice of the bamboo cutter and was about to run away. He used his inner strength and his feet were already filled with wind.
But before he ran a few feet away, a hand fell on his right shoulder. The man who took the knife was almost dragged to the ground, and he stepped hard with both feet before he could stand firm.
"Little brother, we are really destined to meet again."
The sword-snatcher turned around with a smile, his left hand hidden in his sleeve quickly raised, and two silver needles shot out from his fingers, directly piercing the bamboo cutter's eyes.
Unexpectedly, the bamboo cutter also raised his hand, and the middle finger and index finger of his left hand clamped the two silver needles.
The knife-snatcher's heart felt cold, and he secretly thought that my life was at risk, but he heard the bamboo cutter's curious tone: "Eh? How did you know that my crotch was open?"