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"Maybe it's two knives that look alike?" Lin Hong wanted to get the knives.

Wan Guchuan didn't give it to him, "It's rusty." He was afraid that Lin Hong would knock on the blade recklessly.

"I'm not a child!"

Wan Guchuan glanced at him, "Children are safer than you."

Lin Hong: "..."

Wan Guchuan wrapped a handkerchief around the blade before handing it to Lin Hong.

Lin Hong held the handle of the knife with one hand, pinched the handkerchief with the other, and looked at it again and again, "The handle of the knife is only made of wood, and there are no accessories. How do you tell?"

"There are no accessories but there are lines on the blade," Wan Guchuan said, "it's the same as the one in Bai Yingying's hand."

It was a good knife, so he took a second look at it then.

Lin Hong observed, he had seen many treasured swords, but he was not proficient, so a layman would only look at the decorations, "The same pattern doesn't mean anything, the same sword master likes to paint all the swords he forges with the same pattern." The blade pattern."

"You're right," Wan Guchuan said, "but the lines are from Zhang Xueren."

As soon as Lin Hong heard the name, he understood it. No wonder he found the lines familiar. "It's really his handwriting when you say that."

"Have you seen his sword?" Wan Guchuan looked up at him.

"It's a pleasure to see it." Lin Hong said.

Tu Hongxue has one.

Zhang Xueren is a myth in the world of sword forging, known as the No.1 since Ou Yezi, and has the reputation of "God borrows power from the sky and the sun" (Note 1).

But he has a weird temper, saying that only a chivalrous man who does not forget the ravine and is romantic is worthy of his sword.

So a chivalrous man takes pride in owning his sword.

Those dignitaries who can't ask for a sword can't afford to offend him-there are rivers and lakes all over the world, the flames of quenching swords fill the sky for the chivalrous, and the sword of the chivalrous fights for him.

Of course, the weirdest thing about him is that he never makes two identical swords.

This pattern is from his hand, which means it is unique, and this knife cannot be "a replica made by the same knives master".

"There are so many people forging knives in the world, and there must be many who imitate him." Lin Hong thinks this is also possible. Zhang Xueren is regarded as a model in the knives forging world, so it is not surprising to emulate him.

"The pattern can be imitated, but the craftsmanship cannot. Forged knives are more about quenching and more about steelmaking. Today, the inherited hundred steelmaking is still used, but this knife uses steel."

Wan Guchuan reached out and lifted Lin Hong's wrist slightly, tilting the blade, and pointed his finger on a blade that was not corroded by iron rust. The blade surface was slightly blue, compact and smooth, with few impurities. Rumor has it that he doesn't accept disciples either."

Craftsmanship, grain, the knife Lin Hong holds in his hand is the only one in the world, unique.

"Amazing." Lin Hong couldn't help admiring him.

"Wonderful praise." Wan Guchuan glanced at him, "Bai Yingying must be a knight."

"That's right, otherwise Zhang Xueren wouldn't have given him a forged knife—then what's going on?"

The same knife, White Shadow holds brand new in his hand, while the basement lies rotten.

"If I'm not wrong, all the people in this inn are dead." Wan Guchuan took out a handkerchief and wiped the stains on his hands.

Lin Hong was startled when he heard the words, and looked at him, "What do you say?"

"The ones in the basement should be their relics."

Lin Hong thought of those fishermen, farmers, swordsmen...the fish baskets, straw hats, swords in the basement...maybe they were real.

"You mean, because this rusty knife is a relic of White Shadow, there are two states of rust and shine?" Lin Hong asked.

"Yes."

Duan Yu was listening, "What happened in this inn that made them all die?"

"I don't know." Wan Guchuan thought.

Lin Hong had a headache, "No way... Do we want to fulfill all their last wishes?"

"No way," Wan Guchuan said, "Chen Dynasty Ancient Village is also a village of the dead, but we only fulfilled Ye Cheng's last wish."

The three closed the basement door.

"Bao'er! I'm here to see you!" Lin Hong walked over with a few apples in his arms, and dropped one of them as he walked.

Wan Guchuan picked it up for him behind him.

Bao'er ate the apple in his hand.

Today's Bao'er has a particularly big appetite. Lin Hong looked at the two horses next to him, and then at the apple he was holding, "I took less."

"Rui Li, help me get some more and feed the other two horses." Lin Hong motioned to Duan Yu.

"Me?" Duan Yu was taken aback. Doesn't this mean that he has to act alone? ? "I do not dare to go."

"Let me go." Wan Guchuan fed the apple in his hand to a lame horse beside him, and walked towards the kitchen.

"You coward." Lin Hong laughed at Duan Yu.

Duan Yu rolled his eyes.

Lin Hong patted Bao'er, and said cherishingly: "The wind and rain have really hurt you, and I really want to take you back soon."

"I can help you." A rough voice suddenly sounded behind them.

Lin Hong looked back.

Hu Zhan was standing behind him with an unclear smile, his eyes were sizing him up even more unscrupulously.

Duan Yu grabbed Lin Hong's sleeve.

"How to help?" Lin Hong tilted his head to look at him.

Hu Zhan glanced at Duan Yu, then looked at Lin Hong, "You two brothers follow him, aren't you afraid that he won't be able to take care of you?"

Lin Hong couldn't understand, "Who are you following?"

Hu Zhan smiled, his voice was hoarse, reminiscent of rough tree bark, he walked towards Lin Hong step by step, "Don't think I can't see it."

Lin Hong protected Duan Yu behind him, "Why don't you explain it clearly."

Hu Zhan stood in front of him, towering like a mountain, with undisguised greed and desire in his copper bell eyes, sweeping across Lin Hong's eyes, lips, and neck inch by inch, and landed on his collarbone.

"What good did he promise you?" Hu Zhan said, "I can give it to you."

Lin Hong understood and understood, and couldn't help but sarcastically.

This bullshit kills old perverts, men and women take it all.

His addiction to drama suddenly came up, "This..."

"There are so many benefits, I'm afraid you won't be able to afford them." Lin Hong smiled.

Duan Yu was dumbfounded listening behind him.

"There is nothing I can't afford." Hu Zhan stretched out his hand to pinch his chin, "It depends on how good you are in bed."

"Of course it's amazing." Lin Hong looked at him with a smile in his eyes, and quietly threw the glazed pan given by Wan Liang into Hu Zhan's purse between his fingers.

A rough hand grabbed his wrist forcefully, and Hu Zhan looked at him with threatening eyes, "What are you touching in my bag?"

Lin Hong met his gaze, "You can say whatever you want, I will naturally check to see if you can afford it."

"Then what did you find out?" Hu Zhan curled his lips.

"Check it out..." Lin Hong smiled, blinked at him, and the attractiveness came out, but he said, "I still can't afford a sole of my shoe."

Hu Zhan was bewildered by his blink, and licked his lips, "It's really a lion's mouth."

"What? Are you scared?" Lin Hong shook off his hand, backed away, leaned against the side of the horse fence, and looked at him.

"I'm afraid of nothing, Hu Zhan. As I said, I can kill and set fire to you whatever you want." Hu Zhan smiled, "I'll give you a night to think about it. Tomorrow, don't blame me for being ungrateful."

"Okay," Lin Hong smiled, "Then I have to think about it."

Hu Zhan gave Lin Hong another ambiguous look, then turned and left.

A village woman happened to pass by, and Hu Zhan reached out and touched her chest.

The village woman screamed in fright.

"Tsk, does he dare to be more beastly?" Lin Hong became angry when he saw it.It's okay for him to be molested by a big man, but it's different for other girls.

Lin Hong sneered, "Today I will teach him to be a man."

"What are you going to do?" Duan Yu raised his heart.

Lin Hong picked up the enamel bowl next to him and threw it away, "Smash him."

Duan Yu: "..."

As soon as Lin Hong took a few steps, he felt his collar tighten and was pulled to a stop. Duan Yu didn't have the strength, so he looked back.

Wan Guchuan loosened his collar, brushed shoulders with him and walked over, his eyes darkened, "Let me teach him how to be a man."

Lin Hong watched him walk over, a little dazed, he raised his hand and slowly straightened his collar, and asked Duan Yu, "When did he come back?"

Duan Yu shook his head, "I don't know, I've been watching you."

"Brother Lin, you're too easy to handle, I'm starting to wonder what you do." Duan Yu was stunned just now.

"What are you thinking, your brother and my family are innocent." Lin Hong slapped him on the back of the head.

"Hey! Sufeng! Don't kill him!" Lin Hong shouted to Wan Guchuan.

He agreed to Wanliang.

It was only after turning to the back of the house that Wan Guchuan called to him, "Dongyang City Hu Zhan." His deep voice was cold.

Hu Zhan heard the voice behind him, stopped and turned his head to look, "Yo? You know me."

Wan Guchuan was silent, with his hands on the hilt of his waist, his brows and eyes were dark, and he looked at him without any warmth.

Hu Zhan turned around and sneered, "What? Is the hero jealous or does he want to punish evil and promote good?"

Wan Guchuan didn't talk nonsense with him, and drew out the sword at his waist, "Let's do it."

Hu Zhan drew out the steel knife behind his back, laughed jokingly, "Overestimate one's abilities."

But his contempt and disdain are destined to be wrong.

The slender black shadow on the opposite side was as fast as lightning in the dark night, Hu Zhan could hardly see the sword in his hand clearly, and the strength was so great that he couldn't stand it, hitting his steel knife made his whole arm numb up.

Hu Zhan's smile subsided, and his face was embarrassed.

How many officers and soldiers he had escaped in his life, how many Xiaoxiao who claimed to be a righteous man for the heavens were killed by him, how many grievances and entanglements, and worries about the future, he ignored, and how many begging for mercy only made him feel happy.

One knife, one life, one fire can start a prairie fire.

But now he was a little scared.

His knife can't stand the opponent's heavy strength, and his eyes can't keep up with the opponent's speed and changing moves.

He couldn't hold back the anger on the other side.

Wan Guchuan swung the sword with his backhand and hooked it towards his armpit. Hu Zhan's pupils shrank slightly. This time, his arm was about to lose its hold!

In desperation, he turned back the steel knife in his hand to block the sword.

However, Wan Guchuan turned his blade halfway, raised his hand and slashed at his knife, with great strength!

Hu Zhan's mouth went numb, and the steel knife in his hand flew out in the sunlight!

Slanted into the ground.

Before Hu Zhan could react, he kicked him in the face!

He heard the crisp sound of his jaw cracking, a coolness rushed from his nasal cavity to his forehead, and the back of his head was numb!

The burly body stumbled and retreated, and finally lost its center of gravity and fell down.

He was almost lying next to his own steel knife stuck in the ground, if he deviates by one more point, he is now in two halves.

Nosebleeds came out.

A cold blade sticks to his neck and plunges into the ground below him, a hole is opened in his neck, and the broken hair falls down.

Wan Guchuan looked down at him.

He felt that those dark eyes were so cold.

Hu Zhan swallowed his saliva, "Great... Hero, let me go... I will correct my evil and return to the right, and I will never do evil again!"

That's what he said, but his hand quietly touched the steel knife stuck beside him.

"It's good to correct the evil and return to the right." Wan Guchuan stretched out his hand, grabbed the handle of the knife before him, pulled out with one hand, and held it in his hand.

The cold blade also pulled out from the ground, pointing at his throat.

Hu Zhan was so frightened that he breathed heavily.

Wan Guchuan didn't know why Lin Hong told him not to kill him.

The cold blade slashed across his neck and across his heaving chest.

Wan Guchuan still withdrew his sword.

Hu Zhan, as if he had been pardoned, got up from the ground and ran towards the back of the house.

Too embarrassing.

Wan Guchuan threw the steel knife to the ground, and wiped his own sword with a handkerchief.

He didn't know why he was so angry.

Hu Zhan has committed many crimes and his crimes cannot be punished. He never thought of letting this person go back alive.

It's just that he still doesn't understand the mechanism of how this world works, so he didn't act rashly.

When he finds out the clues, he will kill Hu Zhan - which means, it shouldn't be now.

But an unknown fire in his heart made him unconscious, and he wanted to kill Hu Zhan now.

Why?

Because he pulled Lin Hong?Because Lin Hong blinked at him?

how so?do not understand.

Hu Zhan wiped his nosebleed.

His grandma's!Hit the iron plate.

He turned a corner, but stopped.

There were two swordsmen standing in front of him, holding shiny knives in their hands, looking at him coldly.

Hu Zhan's heart skipped a beat.

The author has something to say:

Lin Hong: I still can't afford a sole of my shoe.

Wan Guchuan: I can't afford it.

Lin Hong: I... I posted it upside down.

Lin Hong: Although I may (?) not be able to beat you, but my boyfriend can.

Wan Guchuan: Give some rewards?

Lin Hong: You... um...

Hu Zhan wants to support Lin Hong, the financial gap is probably the same as I want to support Ma Yun...

Note 1: "The Nine Swords of Crows" by Tang·Bai Juyi