The wind and snow were still there, and the scene changed again. In the woods at the foot of Lingxianmen Mountain, Yu Xingyang was fighting fiercely with Bai Pinghai and others. After being poisoned, he did not hesitate to cut off his palm with a backhand knife to the wrist. This was the first heroic knife.
Cut it once in your own hands.
A strong man cuts off his wrist, how heroic this is, and how much courage this requires, not to mention that he is not the heir of this sword.
At the most critical moment, young Cheng Wen jumped up in the air and hit Bai Pinghai firmly on the back with both palms. In the eyes of this young man, fairness is more important than anything else:
"It's just...it's such a pity...I'm going to die..."
Of course, Mr. Yu did not hesitate to burn himself, upholding justice for him, avenging Brother Zheng Ming, and leaving a way for Ding Meng to survive.
"Ding Meng, this heroic knife...please don't let down everyone who has paid for it..."
Mr. Yu's voice, appearance and smile were still vivid in his mind, and that uninhibited smile seemed to be right in front of him. He said proudly: "I don't know if my sword is the best sword in the world this time? I don't know, Yu Xingyang
, does it count as the descendant of this heroic knife?"
This knife has really experienced too much and witnessed too much.
…
In the underground mining area of the Black Gold Base, countless artillery shells blew up the console, and the test hall collapsed. Ding Meng and Xiao Si flew into the cabin passage. Ding Meng could still stand, but Xiao Si could never stand up again.
He could only hand the string to Ding Meng with trembling hands, and looked at Ding Meng with expectant and trusting eyes: "Brother Ding, I heard people say that when people die, can they remember many things?"
When people are about to die, they also speak kindly. Ding Meng once expressed a little kindness to Xiao Si, but Xiao Si repaid Ding Meng at the cost of his life. Facing Xiao Si's request, Ding Meng's expression was almost ferocious, and he
gritted his teeth and made a promise:
"Please believe me, no matter how difficult it is in the future, I will definitely bring it back to your hometown! Unless I die!"
…
In the distant starry sky, the vast universe, a huge space-time rift has been opened, and the Expedition roared into it. Ding Meng looked up at the light curtain on the main console, with a bright smile on his face:
"Thank you for letting me come to your world. Goodbye! Friends!"
Death may not be the most terrifying thing, and forgetfulness and separation may be more difficult to accept, but the heroic knife has been passed down to Mengyan, and Ding Meng has completed his mission along the way.
Lu Qing stared at Ding Meng silently. These memories of Ding Meng deeply shocked her. Her elder brother's persistence and pursuit, Ding Wenhe's tenacity and persistence, Zheng Ming's determination and bravery, Yu Xingyang's uninhibitedness and heroism... these
It is the joint efforts of people that create the legend of the heroic knife.
At this moment, in Lu Qing's eyes, the image of Ding Meng, who was unattractive and short in stature, became truly tall and majestic. The spiritual link made the two people understand each other instantly, and as Ding Meng's mental power gradually strengthened, Ding Meng
Being able to get a glimpse of her secrets, she could also see pictures that Ding Meng had never shown. These pictures had not even been seen by Xiao Ai and Xiao Bao.
On the border of the Dasheng Dynasty, a middle-aged man with a tattered simple knife was standing next to a stone, looking at the distant sky.
The sky was gray, and cold winds were raging in the air. It was approaching the end of the year, and this kind of weather was not good, but the man still stood still.
A person soon appeared on the path in the cold wind, a scrawny little girl in ragged clothes. She looked to be about twelve or thirteen years old. She was obviously shivering from the cold, but she walked with her back straight.
It seems that he is not afraid of the coming severe cold at all.
The man did not speak, because on this barren border, such child-like refugees can be seen everywhere. The little girl is not the first, and she will certainly not be the last.
He didn't speak, but the little girl stopped and looked around curiously, with an incredible look in her eyes.
There are not even a few decent shanties on this piece of land. Most of them are simple shacks built with weed debris. Many people huddle in them to keep warm. You can tell by looking at the pale or even blue faces of these people.
I must have been hungry for a long time.
"What are you looking at?" the man finally said.
The little girl turned around and looked at him, sizing up his knife: "Who are you?"
The man replied disdainfully: "That's a good question, can't you see who I am?"
The little girl said: "Of course I know how you are dressed. You are the tribune of this village. I am just curious about your name."
The tribune said: "Is it important that I have no name? Just call me tribune."
The little girl looked at him for a while and said, "Okay, Lord Tribune, you are different from the tribunes I have seen."
The tribune glanced at her: "What's the difference?"
The little girl said seriously: "You are not like other tribunes, you are a good person."
A wry smile appeared on the tribune's face: "I have been guarding here for nine years, and you are the first person to say that I am a good person."
The little girl wondered: "Am I right?"
"Maybe it's true, maybe it's not true," said the tribune.
The little girl seemed to think that the tribune was a bit boring, so she turned and looked around: "It's the New Year's Eve soon, but why is this village not lively at all?"
The tribune said: "Because these people cannot afford to eat, there is no excitement."
The little girl asked in surprise: "Why can't they eat?"
Only children could ask this question. The tribune said patiently: "Don't you know that poor people cannot afford to eat? Looking at your dress, you should also know what it means to be poor."
The little girl shook her head: "I'm not poor!"
The tribune couldn't help laughing: "You are dressed like this, are you still poor?"
The little girl said: "Although I am poor, my heart is not poor."
The tribune smiled disdainfully and said: "This is the first time I have heard of poverty in heart. Is there any difference between a person who is poor and a person who is poor in heart?"
"There is a difference." the little girl replied seriously.
"What's the difference?" said the tribune.
Unexpectedly, the little girl asked back: "You haven't told me why these people can't afford to eat? And I see that these people don't even have a place to live, not even a decent shanty."
The tribune sighed: "Because the taxes in the main border city here are too heavy, these people can no longer afford to build houses or eat."
The little girl asked: "Why are taxes so heavy here?"
She also had a stubborn way of thinking, so she insisted on asking the question. The tribune didn't know whether it was because he was too bored to stay in the small village for many years, or because he was too energetic. He actually answered her with interest: "Because the city lord is eighty this year."
Great birthday, his children and subordinates
In order to celebrate his birthday, he went to the royal city to go shopping and spent too much money, so he raised the tax five times. Even if these people worked for a day, the income they earned was not enough to feed them. In the long run, this place has become like this
Okay, do you understand now?"
The little girl nodded: "I understand!"
At this time, a group of children ran out of a dilapidated shack nearby. These children looked younger than the girls, and all of them were too thin to be human-shaped.
There are dead grass and branches on the roadside in winter. These children are lying on the ground picking these almost rotten grass branches. Some children are even stuffing soil into their mouths. Maybe they are too young.
I only know that I am hungry, but I don’t know that there are certain things that I cannot eat.
The little girl immediately waved to an older girl: "Little sister, come here."
As expected, the little girl walked over in a dull manner, her voice trembling: "Sister, I'm so hungry."
Without saying a word, the little girl opened the tattered bag around her waist, took out the only half steamed bun inside, and handed it to the girl.
Unexpectedly, the girl did not eat after taking it. Instead, she called a group of children over and gave the buns to the youngest and thinnest child among them: "Xiaomeng, you can eat it!"
The child named Xiaomeng was so hungry that he was almost skin and bones, but he shook his head and said: "Sister Wenhe, I'm not hungry, you can eat."
Ding Wenhe passed the steamed buns to other children. Unexpectedly, these children declined one after another, saying that they were not hungry.
The little girl was surprised. She couldn't figure out what was going on. Fortunately, the tribune explained: "Her name is Ding Wenhe. She is an orphan. She rescued these children from the plague. She is the eldest sister of these children.
"
The little girl looked at Ding Wenhe, her expression became thoughtful, and no one knew what she was thinking.
Soon, Ding Wenhe divided the buns into many small pieces, and each of the children got a small piece. Only then did everyone agree to eat them alone, and no one among them fought over them because of hunger.
Ding Wenhe walked up to the little girl and bowed: "Thank you, sister!"
The little girl suddenly smiled, her smile was like flowers blooming in spring, blowing away all the coldness in the cold winter.
"Hello Ding Wenhe, your surname is also Ding, let me show you something." The little girl turned her wrist, a dark golden light appeared, and the T-shaped claw knife suddenly appeared in her palm.
The young Ding Wenhe hesitated and said: "Sister, this is a knife."
The little girl looked solemn: "This is no ordinary knife."
The tribune couldn't help but laugh again: "Isn't your sword an ordinary sword? I can't think of anything unusual about it."
The little girl glanced at the knife under his waist: "Although it is not as good as your knife, it is useful."
The tribunes all sneered: "What's the use?"
The little girl said word by word: "This knife was left by a hero many years ago. It has been passed down to many generations. The first person to use this knife is called the eldest brother. The eldest brother said that this
The knife must be left to those who really need it. Keep it well, use it and take good care of it. I am
The thirteenth generation descendant of this knife. This knife always helps those who need it most. My elder brother told me to use this knife well. Unfortunately, I don’t know how to use it. Take it and go south to the next village.
, there is star weaving grass over there, use this knife to cut the grass, carry the grass to the main city to exchange for food, come, take it..."
Ding Wenhe hesitated: "But sister, you..."
The little girl said, "Just take it if I tell you to."
Ding Wenhe had no choice but to take it, and the little girl added: "I have only one request, and that is to take good care of this knife and leave it to those who really need it."
