tick knife

It still snows in Shuozhou until March.Changing to another place, it was the cold spring, the last struggle of the remaining winter, and it disappeared without regret before touching the loose inner part of the black soil.Not to mention March here, and the snow will not be delayed in June. There are no peaches, jujubes, pears and apricots in a hundred miles.Worse than snow.When the snow fell, every house closed its doors.Even a homeless traveler from afar has his own place to go.

Baimensi is such a place.

No one can tell how long this restaurant has been open; there is a mixed flow of fish and dragons coming and going all day long, and the furnishings are not clean at all, but they are arranged comfortably everywhere, and the polished and shiny tables, chairs and benches show a kind of resistance to damage. stale.The doors and windows are tightly closed, and the window seams are stuffed with felt cloth, which is warm and safe.It was already late at night, the shop was cleaned up, a pile of red charcoal fire was lit, and an iron grill for barbecue was set up. A fishy leg of lamb was dripping with oil, and there were a few people with faces all sitting around. The weather-beaten man with a knife, holding a big bowl of hot wine, everyone has prepared enough sensational stories to pass the whole night.

But the pressure of the wind and snow outside was too great, and they no longer used feigned heated conversations to cover up the whistling wind or the sound of dead branches breaking, and replaced them with moderate, intermittent low-pitched whispers.As if sensing that the resistance inside the house had disappeared, the world relaxed its oppression, the wind stopped sweeping back and forth, and only the snow fell silently.

The door opened suddenly.The whispering stopped immediately.The wind with snowflakes rushing into the door awakened every drowsy head that had been fumigated by smoke and alcohol, as if a ladle of cold water had been poured on it.

The visitor was a young man, wearing a crane cloak that was more decorative than practical. The bright clothes were particularly dazzling in the red and gray world, like a tall Qiong tree, carrying the fragile fragrance of April in the south of the Yangtze River. The smell is so incompatible with everything in Baimensi, and it seems to be full of ridicule, which makes people want to break it into several pieces immediately.

That's probably why everyone around the fire looked hostile when he walked in, and a few even put their hands on their knives.

The young man walked past them unhurriedly, like a deer ignorantly and fearlessly passing through a pack of wolves, with light hooves and sharp horns.He carried a sword at his waist, and the scabbard was inlaid with pearls, jade and precious stones.He went all the way to a corner deep in the shop, and there was a person sitting on a bench against the wall, with his head bowed, as if he had fallen asleep.

His face was completely hidden in shadow, his arms were folded across his chest, and an unsheathed knife lay at his side.The knife is an ordinary knife, wiped clean, and there are already gaps on the blade.

There wasn't even a jug of wine in front of him.

The young man looked at him quietly, as if he wasn't sure if this was the person he was looking for, or if he just didn't want to wake him up.After all he looked tired.After all, it is impossible for him to get a full rest here.When he was looking at this person, other people in the Baimensi were also looking at them with rapt attention.This gradually deepening invisible pressure finally made him call out cautiously: "Senior."

His voice was so low that only he could hear it, but the man immediately opened his eyes and raised his head towards him.

The boy couldn't move.He was never immobilized by human gaze alone.

He had never seen such a look.Pure joy and pure hatred, like a net that was suddenly shaken, bound him tightly in it, and poured into his body with thousands of burrs that pierced the skin, making his bone marrow covered with that kind of pure love. Soaked in pure joy and hatred, it was draining him to just feel, let alone ask.

Fortunately, the man only took one look, then withdrew his gaze, groped for the knife beside him with his right hand, and held it.This is just a habitual action, and it doesn't mean that he has murderous intentions towards the boy in front of him.And his left hand had been amputated, and there was a falcon-like black iron claw on the severed wrist, the size was very suitable for his arm, and suddenly it looked like a whole.

The boy hurriedly lowered his head, as if he saw something he shouldn't have seen, and called out again: "Senior Qi Diao."

Qi Diaoming said: "You looking for me?"

There was nothing in his voice to hear the two pure and suffocating emotions just now, or coldness, but there was no evidence that he would be more enthusiastic about anyone else.The young man didn't back down at all because of Cai Cai's gaze just now, he took out a letter from his arms and handed it to him. On the envelope were the nine characters "Sai Bei Hero Lacquer Diao Ming Dedicated", watching him with great interest as if his hand was scalded Expand.I saw it written with teeth and claws:

The ancients said that if you don’t see each other in a day, it’s like three autumns, and you won’t see you for thousands of years. Even if I don’t go, I’d rather not come. If you don’t come, I can’t go. Extremely intelligent, know everything about various schools of thought, know everything about piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, omnipotent in drinking, drinking, and sweeping. The sound of the young phoenix is ​​clear, comforting the old. When you see me, you will know that I am not lying. Now I am sent to serve. Hope it will be successful, the agreement of [-] years, I will live up to it.The fifth person nodded.

Qi Diaoming read the letter with some difficulty, during which time he suspected that he could not read.He looked up and saw the boy was still looking at him expectantly, and asked, "Did you ask him to write this letter?"

The boy smiled and said, "What did he write?"

Qi Diaoming immediately felt that he had asked a stupid question. "What are you doing here?"

"He asked me to learn your sword skills."

"What's your name?"

"Yao Ye."

"Yao Ye." Qi Diaoming repeated it very lightly, as if he wanted to swallow these two words in his stomach.He stood up, and his unfolded body was unexpectedly tall, like a tower rising from the ground, exposed to the eclipse of the sun and eclipsed, and his strength was weakened. When he looked down at the young man, he no longer had any special emotions. "are you ready?"

Yao Ye bowed slightly, so respectful that it almost seemed contrived. "At any time to be sent by the seniors."

Qi Diaoming nodded and walked towards the fire.The few people beside the fire did not back down, nor did they stop them, they watched him stretch out his hands towards the fading flame, as if that cold iron claw could feel it and needed the heat very much.After roasting the palm of his hand, he turned it over to roast the back of his hand, and gently stroked the hot claw tip with his right hand.This iron claw has tasted as much painstaking effort as the white blade at his waist.

He is waiting for the first cut.The first knife came very quickly.

The first cut will cut off his monster-like iron claw, let him taste the taste of a broken arm again!

Qi Diao didn't dodge or dodge, just waved his left hand, and the sweeping blade got stuck in the iron claw.No matter how hard the person holding the knife pulls it out, the knife in his hand remains motionless as if cast on iron claws.Qi Diaoming flipped his left arm, and the blade was broken. Then he drew out the knife, and drew out a long arc with the tip of the knife.

Very slow cut.It was so slow that Yao Ye blinked, but the knife didn't seem to have dropped yet.

Qi Diaoming was still standing where he was, when a circle of open space suddenly appeared around him.The men with the knives were backing away without saying a word.Two men clutched their wounded abdomens, blood dripping into the fire, and they didn't even cry out in pain.

Yao Ye couldn't help shivering.The Baimen Hotel, which was at home a moment ago, has become a tacit killing place in an instant.No matter what happens in this square inch of land, it seems insignificant in such a silent heavy snow.The burnt smell from the burnt leg of lamb on the iron rack only made the weirdness even deeper.

There are no businessmen traveling far, wealthy customers outside the customs, or tired prodigal sons here.There are only people waiting to kill.

Everyone is here only to kill.They all come here only for killing lacquer and carving!

In addition to the wounded and the man with the broken blade, three people remained intact.They tentatively surrounded the lacquer carvings, moving their feet alertly, but stopped moving forward, like beasts spying on the gaps of their prey.

Qi Diaoming remained motionless, his broad back seemed defenseless, which actually made the swordsman behind him hesitate.

This may be a trap.But does a person like Qi Diaoming need a trap?

So he has out of the knife.At the same time as the saber was drawn, the two sabers in front of him also attacked Qi Diaoming's right chest and left flank.

In this simple but seamless formation, Qi Diaoming didn't even have room to turn around.He could only cross his left arm across his chest.

The blade cut on the iron claw, and sparks burst out.Qi Diaoming poked the knife back with his backhand.

Even if he turned around and faced the enemy behind him head-on, there could be no clearer and more precise cut than this.A knife pierced the man's lower abdomen, and with an elbow bump, the man's body as strong as a cow flew straight out.Qi Diaoming took a step back and drew his knife.

Still a very slow cut.Every knife he swung gave Yao Ye a suffocating feeling of being strangled by someone's neck, as if time stopped unnaturally.

He couldn't tell whether he felt surprised or dissatisfied at the moment.After all, for him, the lacquered knife is an expectation that has placed too much imagination.

He has seen many knives.He had seen a heavy machete before, and he was as skilled as an ox in wielding it.I have also seen a slender knife, like a red letter held in the mouth of a poisonous snake, which can kill people suddenly.

But his master always said: This is nothing, you should look at the lacquered knife.I think he and I used knives back then, but when I saw his knives, I realized that I would have no future in using knives, so I gave up the knives and followed the sword.

Although based on past experience, this statement is probably [-]% unbelievable.Now that the lacquered knife was in front of him, Yao Yi couldn't help but took a step forward, until the blazing sparks almost splashed on his cheek.

He probably didn't want to see the knife.What he wanted to see clearly was the hand holding the knife.

Just as he was about to take another step closer, a strong wind hit him from behind.Yao Ye turned sideways slightly, the wind of the knife made the flames shake,

Surrounded by lacquer carvings are six people.There are far more than six people in Baimensi; now there are four people surrounding Yao Ye.

Although the treatment was a little worse than Qi Diaoming, Yao Ye was still proud of himself as a fledgling. He lowered his head to avoid the knife that was directly slashing at the door, and pressed the hilt of the sword with his right hand. Just as he was about to draw his sword, he suddenly heard Qi Diaoming sternly say: "Use the knife." !"

Yao Ye suddenly realized that the teaching had already started, he was surprised and happy, he moved his sword, and then slashed behind him with his backhand.But the people behind him reacted very quickly, jumping away immediately, retreating and advancing, and surrounded him in a blink of an eye.Yao Yi drew a semicircle around his body with his long sword, and it was Qi Diaoming who made a move to retreat from the enemy. It was so vivid that it forced the enemy back a few steps.Yao Ye was about to use the third move, Qi Diao Ming said: "It's too soft." He walked over with big strides, Iron Claw grabbed a man's shoulder and threw it out, the man's body hit the stone wall, and he didn't even make a sound. Fatigued to the ground, he raised the knife in his right hand and cut the soft tendons under the knees of the person next to him.

His previous few knives were so slow that Yao Ye couldn't bear it, but these two knives were as fast as lightning, and the remaining two saw that the situation was over, they threw the knives at the same time, and hugged Qi Diaoming's legs tightly from left to right.Qi Diaoming slashed down, cutting off the arm of the man on the right, and the sound of breaking wind came.Yao Ye rushed forward, raised the tip of his sword repeatedly, and knocked down the three sleeve arrows to the ground.There was only a plop upstairs, as if a figure flashed by.Yao Ye asked, "Do you want to chase after him?"

Qi Diaoming broke off the iron-like arm of the corpse on the left. "No need."

In fact, even if he gave the order to chase, Yao Ye might not go.He raised the sword in front of his eyes, took out a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe off the non-existing blood on it, put the sword back into its sheath, and felt his head was hot and his heart was beating fast. Without looking at him, he kicked the corpse away, walked back to the fire, and picked up a jar of unsealed wine. "You're really not bad."

Yao Ye smiled and said, "Isn't it too soft?"

Qi Diaoming took a sip of wine and said lightly: "If you saw my knife for the first time, you could make me like me, I should kill myself now."

Yao Ye choked for a moment, and suddenly felt that Qi Diaoming's face was hideous, but there was no flaw in his words, he was a little embarrassing for a while, his heartbeat gradually calmed down, and only then did he realize that he was in a pile of fresh corpses, with a strong smell of blood and stench And up.Suppressing the feeling of vomiting, he kicked the empty wine jug that rolled down by his feet. "I have no credit, but also hard work."

Qi Diaoming glanced at him, then strode towards the door.Yao Ye rushed to the door with him in three steps and two steps at a time, his chest was twitching terribly, and he spoke rudely unconsciously. "Give me the wine."

Qi Diaoming said: "This wine may not be suitable for you."

Without saying a word, Yao Ye grabbed the wine jar with his hands, raised his head and poured it.The wine went down the throat vertically, as if swallowing a sword, and the place where it passed was dripping with blood. The good wine I had tasted before was like sugar water in comparison.Yao Ye coughed, and in the blurred eyes of tears, he could only see his back carved in the wind and snow, like a piece of black dead wood.