Chapter 225

When the sun was sinking in the west, Fang Xie left the library, habitually smiled at the old man when he went out, and then walked out of the wooden building full of books. The martial arts academy had already finished class. The students gathered in twos and threes to talk and laugh. When they saw the solution, they were slightly surprised. Some smiled and nodded, while others pretended to ignore it. Smile at the solutions that smile, and you will not chase the solutions that turn a blind eye.

Those who see and pretend not to see seem proud, but in fact they are just a manifestation of inferiority.

Fang Xie went to the horse farm first and fed the red horse fodder before he left. Since he was imprisoned, the red horse has been raising in the martial arts academy. Because he didn't run with his four hooves for a while, he looks a lot fatter. He didn't intend to ride a horse. Since his name became more and more famous in Chang'an City, he preferred to ride a car.

It takes too much time to ride a horse and walk in the street to say hello. And if no one pays attention, it is inevitable to be scolded as cold and noble.

On the way back to the shop, Fang Xie carefully recalled what Qiu Yu had said before. Then close your eyes and feel the vitality of heaven and earth. The breath floats in the air, a wisp, very light and ethereal. If you don't feel it carefully, this subtle difference is difficult to find. Fang Xie knew that it was because of his 36 air pockets that he opened. He felt that the vitality of heaven and earth could not be compared with those overhaul walkers.

But this is a good start, and what makes him most happy is that the hidden dangers in his body have been eliminated. If he hadn't been in a coma this time, he wouldn't know that there were a pile of disgusting insects in his body. Although he didn't see it with his own eyes, he could imagine how disgusting it was from the description of Shen Qing fan and Qiu Yu.

It can corrode the hard green bricks, and the toxicity of those insects can be imagined. These things have been hidden in my body for more than 16 years. I'm afraid when I think about it.

At the thought of these, he naturally thought of loyal Prince Yang Qi. What means did he use that night to change his constitution? Or did Yang Qi just suppress those poisonous insects? If it was only the latter, Yang Qi might know the origin of these poisonous insects.

Thinking of this, his eyes suddenly lit up.

Fang Xie lifted the curtain and ordered the coachman to go directly to the tea move. He suddenly thought that the first time he met Yang Qi was in the tea move. He could feel that Yang Qi looked at himself at that time. Yang Qi went to see Xi thrush that time. He said that maybe Xi thrush could know something.

The carriage rolled on the flat bluestone Road, and it was easy to doze off when sitting in the slightly shaking car. When Fang Xie was about to fall asleep, his hand touched the Chaolu knife around him. The strong cold shocked his spirit.

Pick up this long knife without scabbard. Fang Xie likes it more and more. He loves to use knives and has no interest in other weapons except knives. The children of the aristocratic family like to use the name of the dog. That's because the cost of the name of the dog is very high. It's a symbol of identity. Ordinary people can't afford it at all. Fang Xie doesn't like to use the tablet. It's too long and not flexible enough. Moreover, you should study hard and practice hard when you are a child to achieve success. The people who take it for the first time simply can't give full play to its power. It's better to give them a wooden stick. But knives are different. Anyone who holds a knife in his hand knows how to use it. Of course, it's not easy to use it well.

There was a thin layer of water vapor on the blade of Chaolu Dao. Fang Xie even thought that if it was sunny in summer, he would see a small rainbow outside the blade. I can't put it down because I love this knife. At the door of red tea, Fang Xie wrapped the Chaolu knife with a cloth, then held it in his arms and walked into the main door.

It is in the evening that the business of tea recruitment is the best. People in and out of the palace are all people in royal clothes. They greet each other warmly. Fang Xie bowed his head slightly and walked in quickly. When he entered the door, he saw the old lame lying on the bench in the corner. He smiled and walked over and put the Chaolu knife on the old lame's chest.

The cold startled the old cripple, fiercely sat up and looked at Fang Xie, and then looked at the things in his arms.

"What is this?"

He asked.

"Knife"

Fang Xie answered.

The old cripple frowned slightly, got up and went to the backyard with a knife. Fang Xie followed him. When he got to the backyard, the old cripple opened the cloth and his face changed.

"Morning dew?"

He asked.

Fang Jie asked, "do you know?"

The old lame man's face was very ugly, and he didn't know why. Fang Xie saw a sense of disgust in his eyes. The old cripple looked at Chaolu Dao carefully and finally sighed: "do you know there are three swords and three swords in the Jianghu?"

"I don't know."

Fang Xie shook his head.

The lame old man handed Fang Xie Chaolu's sword, found a place to sit down and said, "no wonder there are still some people who remember things decades ago. When I was young, there were three treasure swords in the Jianghu, red tea, Chaolu and spring breeze. There were also three treasure swords, blood stained, thread throat and one foot nail."

"These six weapons are the most precious weapons in Wulin. My blood butcher's knife... Was cut off by the Chaolu knife in your hand."

As soon as this sentence was uttered, Fang Xie couldn't help saying in secret. No wonder. No wonder the old cripple recognized it when he saw the knife. No wonder there was disgust between his eyebrows.

"This is an ominous knife."

The old cripple sighed, as if recalling something in the past.

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"Since Chaolu Dao was born, I have been with six masters... You are the seventh, and the first six are dead."

The old cripple took a sip of wine and said.

Fang Xie shook his head: "I'm the eighth. Prince Yi gave me this knife. I don't know how many years he hid it in his house, but he's still alive."

The old lame man shook his head: "what kind of master is it without this knife?"

He gave a white look and said: "The first owner of this sabre, Xu nutu, was the maker of this Chaolu sabre. He was originally a blacksmith and didn't know where to get a piece of black iron that can't be seen in the world. He forged a long knife and a short sword. The knife is Chaolu sabre, and the sword is a foot nail. Later, he exchanged a knife manual with a famous Jianghu guest with a foot nail, and then buried himself in hard practice In the past 15 years, he practiced the peerless Sabre technique in the ordinary Sabre manual that the Jianghu guest lied to him. "

"No one knows Xu's original name, but he is arrogant and evil, and his name is getting louder and louder. After he came out of the mountain, he challenged Wulin experts everywhere. Unexpectedly, he won a series of battles. Gradually, the name of the maniac's sword gradually became known in the Jianghu. It is said that he got the peerless treasure sword and peerless sword technique by chance. In fact, he made the sword himself , the knife manual is simply a non-standard book. "

"Later, his murderous nature converged and he planned to open a sect, but I don't know why, he suddenly went crazy. Holding this Chaolu knife killed hundreds of people overnight, and the last knife cut his throat. Since then, Chaolu knife disappeared and didn't appear in the Jianghu until more than ten years later. The second person holding Chaolu knife, like Xu maniac, first achieved fame and finally didn't know "Why did he suddenly go crazy and commit suicide after killing?"

The old lame man paused and continued: "I say it's an ominous knife because its first six owners have the same end. Go crazy first and then commit suicide... If you listen to me, you'd better not use this evil thing. Although the blood butcher knife I gave you is not as hard and sharp as this morning dew, it's at least clean!"

"Xuantie..."

Fang Jie murmured and suddenly thought of something.

In his previous life, he knew that the ancients knew nothing about meteorites, so they called them black iron. The refined metal was much harder than ordinary steel. If this Chaolu Dao was also made of meteorite iron, there might be some radiation. The people who wear it for a long time may be mentally disordered, which may be related to the radiation.

However, it can be seen that this knife should not be taken with you for a long time.

But just thinking of this, he suddenly felt a tight heart.

Does Yang Yin, Prince Yi, not know the origin of the Chaolu Dao? He gave the Chaolu Dao to himself. Is he really just wooing himself?

Fang Xie's mind sank. He said that if the rumors about Chaolu Dao were true, would he commit suicide after many years of insanity? What's the mind of Prince Yi? If he didn't harm people into a habit, he did it on purpose.

Seeing Fang Xie's face was different, the old lame man was silent for a moment and said, "but this Chaolu sword has disappeared in the Jianghu for twenty or thirty years, and may have been in Prince Yi's hands. It hasn't seen blood for so many years, maybe its anger has dissipated. You can control yourself that you can't kill as much as you can. If you are disturbed by the evil spirit of this sword, the gain is not worth the loss."

"I see."

Fang Xie answered, handed the knife to the old cripple and said, "I have to go upstairs and ask aunt Xi about something."

"What's up?"

Asked the old cripple.

Fang Jie thought that the old lame might know it, so he sat down and told him that there was poison in his body. He knew that the old lame wouldn't go around to publicize it, so he didn't hide anything. He said everything that should be said, and didn't mention a word that shouldn't be said. After hearing this, the old lame frowned deeply. After a long time, he sighed and said, "nine times out of ten, it's the poison of nanmanzi."

"When I was young, I once killed a wizard from nanmanzi. That guy killed a lot of people. He dared to establish a sect in the Central Plains. He lied that the cultivation was a corpse and ghost script. After cultivation, he was invulnerable to weapons and concealed weapons. Many young people were fooled by him and planted poison by him. Later, a group of Xiake in the Jianghu came to fight against him Although I am not a chivalrous and righteous man, I also hate this means. My friends made an appointment and went together. "

"It was a fierce battle. Those puppet soldiers were really invulnerable and hard to kill. People in the Jianghu suffered a lot at first. Later, I broke through with several people and captured the wizard. He couldn't manipulate the puppet again. Then he won the battle. At that time, I cut off the wizard's head with a knife... You can't imagine how disgusting it was. It gushed from the wizard's neck The blood was so black that a foot long centipede came out of the cavity! "

The old cripple seemed to have lingering palpitations. He remained silent for a while and continued: "Since then, whenever people in the Jianghu see nanmanzi, whether they are witches or not, they kill one by one. If they kill more, those nanmanzi dare not enter the Central Plains again. It is said that the last emperor of the Shang state liked this way and raised many witches in the imperial palace. The prince who finally escaped was killed out of the siege of the Sui army under the protection of a puppet soldier who was a wizard commander But later, after the prince murongyi established Nanyan, the first one to kill was the wizard. He sent people to throw the puppet soldiers into the pit, pour oil and burn them to ashes. "

Fang Xie was absorbed. After a moment of silence, he asked, "do you know how witches manipulate puppets? Did aunt Xi mention it to you? Did the Lord tell her anything at that time?"

The old cripple thought for a moment and said, "although I don't know if the Lord mentioned you to Aunt Xi, I know something about this poison... Do you know that the Buddha sect has 3000 monks and soldiers who are known to be unbreakable?"

What awesome is it? PS: today is ninth days, even more awesome. It's not easy for a man who has a code of wood. If I don't give me some motivation, I'm afraid I can't keep up. The quality and quantity is spent all day long.