When he opened his eyes again, the man who took the knife saw only the twinkling stars in the night sky, and vaguely heard the chirping of cicadas and the sound of frogs. He felt comfortable. He closed his eyes and wanted to squint for a while, but suddenly he remembered how he fell asleep.
, suddenly his heart trembled with shock, he jumped up, opened his eyes wide and looked around.
The man who took the knife found that he was still in the clearing in the forest, and there was a simple wooden bed underneath him. It was covered with a layer of leaves and felt soft, comfortable and cool to the touch.
There were traces of extinguished charcoal fire not far away. The bamboo basket and Leng Jin Dao were leaning against a tree in the back. The person who took the knife approached and found that the bamboo cutter was sleeping on the other side of the tree.
The young man's chest rose and fell gently, his breathing was slow and long, and he was fast asleep.
The person who took the knife couldn't figure out what happened, but now was a good time to escape. Afraid of waking up the bamboo cutter and getting into trouble, he walked around gently, picked up the bamboo basket in one hand, carried it on his back, and carried it with the other hand.
Cold golden knife.
He picked up the Lengjin Knife and walked away slowly. The person who took the knife felt his hand sink slightly, and suddenly realized something was wrong. He couldn't see clearly in the dark, but he could feel that the handle of the Lengjin Knife seemed to be connected.
When you hold a thread like this, the other end of the thread is also affected.
There was a slight yawn, and the knife-snatcher didn't turn around, knowing that the bamboo cutter had woken up.
"Brother, where are you going?"
The voice was gentle, but the knife-taker was horrified by it. He calmed down, turned around and said, "I want to get some wind and cool down."
"Brother wants to sneak away the calm knife."
After the bamboo cutter revealed his thoughts, the knife-snatcher smiled cheekily and said: "What do you mean..."
The bamboo cutter interrupted: "You said you were going to enjoy the cool air, why did you bring so many things? Don't lie to me. I know you will definitely want to steal the knife when you wake up. Before going to bed, you tied a thread to the handle of the knife and connected it to your wrist.
, as soon as you take the knife, I will wake up."
The man who took the knife suddenly changed his tone: "Since you know that I can steal the knife, why didn't you pick up the knife and run away while I was sleeping?"
The bamboo cutter said: "There are wild beasts in the forest, and you can't wake up. Isn't it dangerous to leave you here?"
The man who took the knife breathed a little faster: "Did you make the bed too?"
The bamboo cutter nodded: "Yes."
The knife-snatcher didn't believe that the other party was so kind at first. He touched his face and found that it was wrinkled and cold to the touch. The fake skin was still there, so his tone became more soothing: "Thank you then."
The bamboo cutter waved his hand and said: "You're welcome, I should do it. Since you're awake, let's go and return the knife together. It's been three days, Uncle Wang should be very anxious."
The man who took the knife was startled: "Three days?"
The bamboo cutter nodded and said: "Yes, three days. You slept for more than two days! You can really sleep, just like one of the bamboo rats I raised. That bamboo rat often sleeps for one or two days at a time.
I ate when I woke up and went to sleep after eating. Later, I became very fat, so Master and I ate him."
How could the knife-snatcher have heard about bamboo rats? He only thought that he had really slept for two days? His stomach was empty, his mouth was dry and thirsty, and he was afraid that he had not eaten water or rice for two days. Thinking again, he
Unexpectedly, Xiaoxiao had enough antidote for nearly twenty people to put into the roasted silver carp. He only took one antidote and heard the birds singing, but he ate half of the fish. He must have been unbearable.
Looking at the bamboo cutter again, he was full of energy and showed no signs of sleepiness. He must have eaten and drank enough in the past two days. The man who took the knife became more and more frightened: even the unconsciousness of dawn couldn't help, what kind of weird person is this person?
Ti? At that moment, he didn't want to stay with him any longer. He threw away the Lengjin knife and used Qinggong to leap up: "Go and return the knife yourself! Hahaha!"
Fearing that the bamboo cutter would catch up again, the knife-snatcher pushed his inner strength to the extreme, just to get away as quickly as possible. In a few breaths, he flew more than ten feet away and quickly disappeared without a trace.
On the spot, the bamboo cutter stared blankly in the direction where the knife-taker disappeared, feeling a little disappointed: "You took my knife, don't you want to return it?"
But there is nothing unusual about the bamboo cutting knife. I just carry it with me all the time, a little reluctant to part with it. If the other party doesn't return it, it doesn't matter.
The bamboo cutter picked up the Lengjin Knife, played with it and admired it under the moonlight, and thought to himself, it is really a good knife. It is not only very useful for cutting down trees, but it can even be used for shaping and carving.
The wooden bed next to him was made by cutting wood with this knife. Uncle Wang lives in such a big house and has so much money, so he is most likely a good carpenter. The eldest brother who escaped said that the knife originally belonged to his family, which is not credible.
The treasure was certainly a treasure, and the bamboo cutter had no intention of keeping it for himself. He carried his knife and went to the stream to drink some water, pick some wild fruits to eat, and then set off on the road back to Xiangyun City.
I remembered the direction very clearly and my steps were not slow. It was early morning when I returned to Xiangyun City Gate.
The city gate was just open, and there were few people and cars on the street. Occasionally, early morning pedestrians and merchants saw the bamboo cutter dragging a long knife into the city. They all looked frightened and hid in a hurry.
The bamboo cutter didn't take it seriously and followed the path in his memory until he arrived at the main hall of Golden Knife Gate.
I saw that the Jindaomen main hall today is a little different from when I came here. Where the night lights were hung, there are now many white cloths and silks. From the courtyard, there is the sound of silk and bamboo, low sobbing, and sadness.
The bamboo cutter felt something was wrong in the atmosphere. He left the door open and stepped in. He saw two Golden Sword disciples standing with their heads bowed. Their heads were tied with white cloth strips and their clothes were changed to white. He asked
: "What happened to your family?"
"To be honest, we..."
The two golden sword disciples raised their heads while speaking, and their eyes met the bamboo cutter. They were all shocked. After seeing the cold golden sword in his hand, they couldn't help but take a few steps back and shouted: "The bamboo cutter"
Back!"
The bamboo cutter was stunned on the spot, not knowing what was going on. In the blink of an eye, a group of people from Ulala came to the door from the courtyard. They were all wearing white clothes, white shoes, and white headbands. Their expressions were either sad or angry, and some even shouted harshly...
…In short, no one has good intentions.
There was so much noise that the bamboo cutter couldn't hear what was being said for a while, so he shouted loudly: "Where's Uncle Wang? Call him out, I'm here to retaliate."
Suddenly the crowd parted, and a group of people came from the depths of the courtyard. They were all wearing white clothes and white boots, but they were whiter than the others. Most of them, the bamboo cutter remembered seeing them, but there were two people who were very unfamiliar. One had a mustache.
There was a middle-aged man with thin lips and triangular eyes, and a very narrow knife on his waist. The other was a girl with red and swollen eyes, about seventeen or eighteen years old.
When the girl saw Leng Jin Dao, her expression changed dramatically. She walked up to a disciple of the Golden Dao, pulled out the steel knife from his waist, turned around and charged towards the bamboo cutter.
"Junior sister, calm down!"
A hand fell on her wrist and held it tightly, preventing her from taking another step forward.
The girl struggled hard and screamed: "Brother, let me go! The murderer is right in front of me, let me take revenge!"
"Leifeng, don't be impulsive, figure things out first."
The old man with triangular eyes spoke leisurely, and the girl stopped struggling. She let go of her hand and the steel knife fell to the ground. She lowered her head and started crying.
The bamboo cutter said to the person holding the girl's hand: "Ah, I recognize you. You are Senior Brother Qi. Where is Uncle Wang? I'm here to return his calm knife."
Qi Yue frowned: "My surname is Qi Yue, not your senior brother Qi. As for the king..."
At this time, a disciple of the Golden Blade Sect shouted angrily: "Don't pretend to be stupid! You know what you did!"
The bamboo cutter shook his head and said, "I know what I did, but I didn't pretend to be stupid. I'm here to fight back. Where is Uncle Wang?"
The people were excited again, and the voices were noisy and indistinct. The old man with a triangular eye made a gesture to signal everyone to be silent, and then said: "Brother Xiandi Wang of the Golden Blade Sect passed away unfortunately three days ago."
"Ah?" The bamboo cutter was very surprised and said, "Uncle Wang is very healthy. He played swordsmanship with me twice that night."
The middle-aged man with triangular eyes continued: "He was killed."
The bamboo cutter asked: "Who killed him?"
"Who the murderer is has not been completely determined for the time being. But it is certain that he was a master of swordsmanship and used an extremely sharp sword to kill him. And this person is inseparable from the Demon Cult."
When the old man with triangular eyes uttered these words, the crowd became even more furious. Someone shouted: "Senior Song, why are you talking so much nonsense to this kid? Capture him and behead him to appease the spirit of our leader!"
"The matter has not been investigated clearly, so we should not make any hasty judgments." The old man in the triangle eyes always spoke in a calm and unhurried tone. He first appeased everyone, and then said to the bamboo cutter, "Little brother, where did you go after you left here that night?
What have you done here? Has Leng Jindao been by your side these past few days?"