he doesn't use a knife

He walked with a limp on the rough and rough road.

There are stones under his feet, and the stones are ground on the soles of his boots. He holds a long knife tightly.

The knife was long, and the sheath of the knife dragged on the ground.

He walked forward, each step was a big step, and he could only use a knife to stabilize his figure.

He shouldn't be on his way.

Because he still has important things to do.

He should stay.

He knows exactly what he should do.

No one in this world knows his name or his identity.

He is a lonely ghost.

He is a wandering spirit.

He felt that he was a "ghost" floating in the world, not favored by this world.

But the sun is very hot, very hot.

When it shone on his body, it gilded his dark robe with light.

If he really is a "ghost".

Then he should have been out of his wits when the sun hit him.

But he didn't.

He is still alive.

He is still standing on this earth, bathed in the sun.

He could breathe, he could walk, and he could hold his knife tightly. As he walked forward, the sound of the knife dragging on the ground was very loud.

He was walking on the road, which was a long river bank.

From downstream to upstream, he walked for three days.

Three short days are not long, but he never stopped.

He knew he couldn't stop.

Just as he can't leave yet.

He has to come back.

Even if someone wants to stop him, there are many so-called righteous people who want to attack him.

He still wants to come back.

He will not be afraid of them, will not give up halfway, and will not forget his responsibilities.

His grip on the knife was steady.

He stepped on stones and smooth cobblestones, letting the scabbard drag a pale trace on the ground.

Hidden behind broken hair, his eyes were startlingly bright.

And who is he?

Why would he appear here?

What exactly does he want to do?

Holding the knife tightly, he walked further and further away, getting closer and closer to the place he wanted to return to.

Then he stopped suddenly.

Because in front of him, on the bank of the river that should be empty and uninhabited, there was a person sitting.

The man was dressed in black like himself.

But black also has different blacks, and he can even tell at a glance that the black is deep black, extremely black, and bottomless black.

The man sat on the bank of the river and built a bonfire.

In such hot weather, the man set up a bonfire by the river.

He turned his eyes away, didn't intend to take a closer look, and just wanted to just pass by.

He dragged the knife and took the first step.

When in front of outsiders, he always pretends to be good.

He did not want to be seen as crippled.

Therefore, when taking the second step, he needs to use more strength to support the balance and embed the knife more stably.

He pursed his lips forward.

But the man suddenly said: "My friend, I see that you are full of travel and dust, why don't you sit down and bake some food with me to fill your stomach before continuing on your way."

He stopped.

He should go, he thought, but when the sound hit his ears, he couldn't help but want to stop.

He turned his gaze back.

It was a man.

With just half of his face, he could see the extraordinary demeanor of that person.

The man wore a high ponytail, and the golden feather tassels on the knots were shining golden in the sun.

Then the man turned to look at him.

At this glance, he felt that a "ghost" like himself had finally met a "friend" from the underworld.

Because it was a beautiful and charming face.

It made him think of the most beautiful and sharpest thorn in the world, and the rose blooming in the boundless darkness.

These feelings are equal to "danger", as if this person is also a lonely soul like him.

He couldn't take the third step.

He sensed that he didn't want to leave.

He approached obediently, sat down, and was illuminated by the bonfire to cover the dust all over his body.

The rabbits on the campfire were well groomed.

He traveled for three days and never sat down to rest, let alone eat any delicious food.

He swallowed.

Xue Lanling smiled: "When you walked by just now, I was thinking, you are so tired, you really need to eat some meat."

"Why did you call me here?" he asked.

Xue Lanling said, "Because I like to be friends with people."

He asked again: "How do you know that I will be friends with you?"

Xue Lanling said: "I don't need to know if you will be my friend, I just need to know if I want a friend like you."

He asked, "What kind of friend is a friend like me?"

Xue Lanling said: "Friends in this world don't have to be alike. Interests can be cultivated and goals can be changed, but some things are hard to change. As long as you focus on this one, you can be friends."

He couldn't help but continue to ask: "What are you looking for?"

Xue Lanling did not immediately answer his question.

He was looking into the man's eyes.

The man lowered his eyes, looking at the long knife he was holding, and his eyes didn't move away for a long time.

a long time.

Xue Lanling said: "This knife of yours is very good."

"You haven't answered my question yet," he said.

Xue Lanling smiled, turned his head and said, "When I want to answer, I will naturally answer your question, and when I want an answer, you'd better tell me the answer."

He said, "You are arrogant."

Xue Lanling said: "I have the right to be arrogant."

He had no choice but to sigh: "This is indeed a good knife."

Xue Lanling said: "This is not your knife."

He was startled.

His gaze was fixed on that man's beautiful face, and he subconsciously clenched the handle of the knife.

Because the man told the secret.

It is not his knife.

He is indeed not the master of the knife.

But this kind of secret should not be known by a third person.

He put on [-]% alert, ready to take action at any time.

The man turned a blind eye to his vigilance.

we can even say.

In the eyes of that person, there is no difference between his guard and not guard.

—He can't beat him.

He has absolute confidence that he can hold him back.

Of course he didn't act rashly, he is not a person who uses his emotions.

As long as he is that kind of person, he will never do things so beautifully.

He held the knife silently.

Xue Lanling said again: "I said this is a good knife, because I have seen this knife before."

He suddenly widened his eyes.

He was surprised: "You know him?!"

Xue Lanling said: "I don't know who the 'he' you mentioned is, but I have seen and know the owner of the knife before."

His heart beat like a drum immediately.

It reminded him of the night when he met the man.

The man understood his grievances and cared about his determination to take revenge, so he gave him this knife and let him do what he wanted to do.

However, however, the owner of this knife died seven years ago!

The person in front of him was young, only around twenty.

If it is said that they know each other, isn't he a "ghost" wandering in the world like him?

He couldn't help but said, "Are you already dead?"

Seeing his shocked expression, Xue Lanling actually smiled and nodded: "I'm already dead."

He wondered: "If a person dies, how does he go back to the world from the underworld?"

Xue Lanling said: "As long as you keep walking like you, from the downstream to the upstream, without stopping for three days and three nights, you will definitely reach the place you want."

He believed these words.

Because he didn't know who else could know what he did so well except the ghost.

He asked again: "You came to see me, do you want to avenge me?"

Xue Lanling said: "If you have a great grievance, then I will seek justice for you."

He hesitated for a moment, and finally said: "My surname is Zhuang, my single name is Jue, and my family lives in Xuncheng."

"My father is a very nice man. He does business in Fuyi City in the North, and misses his hometown every day. When he earns enough money, he wants to return to Xuncheng to die."

"But my father didn't expect that the city of Xuncheng is too small, and everyone here is so ignorant."

And the cause of all the drastic changes is that they are all ignorant, greedy, and ignorant.

Zhuang Fushang once bought a bottle of jade unicorn in the auction house of Fuyi City.

It was just an ordinary decoration.

But through the vivid description in the auction house, the jade unicorn is a symbol of auspiciousness.

No sensible person would take such flattering words seriously.

They introduce similar things, always explaining them in the same words, so as to interest those who can afford to buy them.

However, the people in Xuncheng took it seriously.

They believe that this jade unicorn is a treasure, rare and wonderful, and if they get it, they will have countless wealth.

Otherwise, why did Zhuang Fushang spend so much money to take pictures of it?Keep it at home?

And why is it that a poor and white man from Xuncheng can do business in Fuyi City more and more prosperous every year?

Foolish people always regard their failures as lack of luck.

Take your own failure as not getting the unique treasure in the world.

They always want to take a shortcut.

Even if they are told that they will live forever if they are struck by lightning once, stupid and crazy people will still do as they are told.

They asked Zhuang Fushang to hand over the jade unicorn.

All day and all night, he was stuck in front of and behind the houses of the Zhuang Mansion, and he would not give up until he saw the jade unicorn.

However, after Zhuang Fu merchants handed over the jade unicorn, their stupidity and ignorance still could not make them get rich.

They also determined that the jade unicorn handed over by Zhuang Fushang was not real.

The rich businessman Zhuang was overwhelmed by the disturbance, so he could only write a letter to seek help from the city lord of Xuncheng, and at the same time decided to leave with his wife and children.

However, the Lord of Xuncheng followed suit, not only equally ignorant and ignorant, but also more sinister and vicious.

The city lord wrote back, implying that the rich businessman Zhuang would hand over the real jade unicorn to him, otherwise he would be punished and all the people in Zhuang's mansion would be imprisoned.

Zhuang Jue was only nine years old at the time, and he knew nothing.

But in the end, in the middle of the night, a dense crowd broke through the gate of the mansion, cheering, shouting, and smiling happily.

He has never forgotten that frightening scene for many, many years.

Everyone was coerced by greed and jealousy, searched the entire Zhuang Mansion, took away all the "jade unicorns" they thought, and left happily and without any regrets.

Even now he still doesn't understand.

Those so-called "folks" who are unwilling to step out of Xuncheng all their lives, why should they put all their misfortunes and failures on the dealer.

Maybe for no reason.

Just because Xuncheng is small enough and the people here are very ignorant, they earn the money they have to leave every day to travel to and from the Northland, and they feel that they have seen the whole world.

If you don't want to go out, just wait here.

When someone went out and came back again, he would stare at that person's wealth more than the fare for carriage, see his bright and beautiful mansion, and see his rich and exquisite clothes.

Greed and jealousy are the most destructive things.

Finally left it to Zhuang Jue.

Only myself who was crushed under the board that night and recovered a life but was limping.

There were also two icy corpses.

The author says:

When I was conceiving, I thought whether it would be illogical to set Zhuang Jue's story like this, but after thinking about it, I felt that this story is necessary, and the most important thing is that it does not connect a Tragedy, but the epitome of many ignorance.Just because there are many ignorant people, when a force is formed, the building will be overthrown by it.

"Jade Kirin" is not the only item that is regarded as a "treasure". Just as there are many people in the world who are fighting fiercely and trying to figure out the so-called rumors.

Xun City is remote and small. Only other people pass by when they go to the Northland and return to Lingmen City. The people in the city have little knowledge, so they listen to and believe. The composition of this tragedy is accidental and inevitable.So I still set Zhuang Jue's story like this, without describing it in detail, so it doesn't mean that everyone at that time had no conscience and reason.

But from Zhuang Jue's point of view, he will only deeply remember the original pain.