Famous knife

The wind was so strong that it swept all the snow in Banyuan.The snow field in the distance was broken, and many supernatural powers appeared for the first time in 500 years, and everyone was lucky enough to peek into a corner of God's Domain.

A black figure came from the wind and snow with incomparable momentum. Ningfeng heard the sound of the piercing wind. This is a bladed weapon!His eye circles were hot, and he was staring at the goshawk-like shadow.

Shenwu thrust it in front of him with a bang, the handle was made of wood, and his whole body was pitch black...

The smile on his face froze suddenly.

What the hell?What is a kitchen knife?

He rubbed his eyes and looked again.

It is indeed a kitchen knife.

Ningfeng didn't expect that she would be so depressed after getting Shenwu. When the kitchen knife came out, it was so loud, it looked like a Xuanyuan sword, but when it fell to the ground, it was like eating a squib, not to mention explaining it in detail like Gui Yinmian , didn't even fart.

For this point, the third brother explained that Gui Yin was the same as himself, talking a lot.

Although the cooking knife is not good looking, and he is still a dumb man who can't kick a word with three legs, but "it's all here", can we not do it?

Ningfeng took the kitchen knife indifferently, and was forced to become a talking point on the way home, and was laughed at.

"Eldest senior brother..." Second junior brother swept away his depression, "Just because of this adventure, your old man can dominate "Bagua Wulin" for a month."

"It's more than that..." The third child said with a grin, "When you become famous in the future, someone will follow the example of "The Adventures of the Chrysanthemum Venerable" and write a "Strange Record of the Kitchen Knife" for you!"

Ning Feng gave them a blank look, and rode past them without saying a word.

Silence is precious, and silence is golden, but silence can also encourage arrogance.

The second junior brother has been teased by his elder brother, a fox with a cocked tail for more than ten years, and finally caught the fox's tail, how can he let it go easily?

At dinner time, it started to go too far, and said: "This chicken nugget is too big, senior brother will use his martial arts to divide it for us?"

How could Ningfeng allow him to be domineering all day long, so he sharpened his knife immediately, trying to scare him with a kitchen knife.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the blade touched the table, there was a "swipe", and the half-palm-thick table was split in half!

"I'm a mother!"

Everyone hurriedly used their hands and feet to catch the plate that was almost smashed to pieces.

Ningfeng was holding two plates in his hands, and two sea bowls on his feet, with the word "big" in the whole, but his voice became proud: "Don't be afraid, this is called "No matter how skilled you are, you are also afraid of kitchen knives"! "

Second Junior Brother was stunned for a moment, then said sullenly: "As expected of Shenwu."

After a farce, he paid for the table and chairs in the inn, but Ningfeng was unexpectedly cloudy and sunny. The kitchen knife was sharp, and it was many times stronger than those ordinary weapons.

Then they raised their whips and rode their horses, and the group went straight back to Qingzhou.

At that time, there was a heavy snowfall in Qingzhou, leaving marks on the horses.The people in the territory wear thick jackets, which is a very different scene from Lingcheng.

Stopping the horse and getting off the saddle, Ting Xuemen's sect still wears single clothes except for the frail senior uncle. In the words of the sect leader, it is to sharpen the physique and spirit of the disciples.

"Obviously there is no money to make winter clothes!" said the third child.

Tingxuemen is a respectable sect, but the life of the sect is poor, and most of the money is used to manage and rescue the refugees in Zhouza, so they are quite famous in the world.Along with the sect's reputation is the head of the sect - "Chengfeng Sword" Zheng Tingqing.

The head of the house, Zheng Tingqing, is notoriously rigid and strict. When he sees people, he always has a dark clouded face, which contrasts sharply with the "sick gentleman" Zhang Tingxin, who is next to him with a warm smile.

The headmaster confessed a few words with a sullen face, told the third child to practice hard, and also warned the disciples who have not obtained the martial arts not to be discouraged.

Afterwards, he left Ning Feng behind and asked, "Ning Feng, I heard from your uncle that you had a strange experience, what's going on?"

Ning Feng explained the matter clearly in a few words, and reached out to take out the kitchen knife.The appearance of the kitchen knife is still ordinary, but the master's expression changed in an instant: "This knife..."

"Master, what's wrong with this knife?"

The sect leader released his internal energy to test, but he was shocked back, and said strangely: "We are both gods and martial arts, when this saber is released, the Chengfeng Sword trembles..."

Ning Feng was astonished, Cheng Feng Sword is superior even among martial arts, and when the head of the sect was young, he used this sword to beat many masters in the martial arts world.Where does this kitchen knife come from, that it can be above Chengfeng Sword?

"What's the name of this knife?" asked the master.

Ning Fengxin said that it was timid to accept strangers, and didn't tell me at all, and said bluntly: "I will call it...a kitchen knife."

Head: "..."

In an instant, the master said again: "No matter what the name is, it is always extraordinary. Everything is a chance, you get along well with it, and it will be called by God's will."

Ning Feng nodded: "Yes."

Coming out of the head, Ning Feng deeply felt that the fire in her heart was ignited again.How powerful is this kitchen knife?Sure enough, when you reach the realm of transformation, you will hide your true face and return to your original nature?

He put the kitchen knife on the table in the house, and said to himself: "Brother Cai, are you really a famous knife?"

kitchen knife:"……"

Ning Feng: "Did you become hoarse when God crafted you? You don't even speak."

kitchen knife:"……"

Ning Feng: "You can learn from Gui Yinmian, and you can chat with the third child for hours every day. He chats with Gui Yinmian every day, and we are all much cleaner. This is a benefit."

kitchen knife:"……"

Ning Feng: "Forget it, anyway, you are sharp enough. If I hold you, I should be able to kill all directions!"

As soon as the words fell, a clear and clear male voice sounded in my ears: "I don't kill."

In the silence of the long night, this sudden response resounded loudly.

"Who?!" Ning Feng jumped up, looked around, and found that there was no one there.When he looked back, he saw a firefly flashing from the handle of the knife, like liquid.

He asked in surprise, "Are you talking?"

"Hmm..." Cai Knife repeated, "I don't kill."

Before he fell into the surprise of Shenwu's opening, he was poured all over his head by a basin of cold water.

Do not kill?This martial arts is the king of weapons, so he doesn't kill?Are you a Buddhist?

"Don't kill? Then what do I want you to do? You don't have a streamer scabbard, so you don't want to kill?

I worked so hard to go to Lingcheng, and I almost died when I climbed Juling Mountain. I got a kitchen knife and became a famous figure in "Bagua Wulin", but you told me, you don't kill? ! "

kitchen knife:"……"

The more Ningfeng thought about it, the more angry she became: "Throw you away! Why keep you?"

The kitchen knife was stunned for a while, and tentatively said, "How about... I'll peel an apple for you?"

He was so angry that he couldn't believe that the kitchen knife was looking for his own value in a serious manner. It lifted into the air by itself and peeled an apple for Ningfeng. It was more attentive than serving his old lady.

Ningfeng looked at the smooth and round apple and the paper-thin peel after peeling, and was critical: "It's too thick."

The kitchen knife immediately peeled another one.

"It's inconvenient to bite."

The kitchen knife hurriedly cut the apples into small pieces, uniform in shape and size, and placed them delicately on the plate.

He glanced at it, held his chin and said, "Too lazy to eat."

The kitchen knife pierced the apple with a sharp sheath, and fed it into Ningfeng's mouth one by one.He ate the apple, and then reluctantly said: "It's kind of useful."

After finishing speaking, he ignored the kitchen knife and went to study the cheats on the couch.

The kitchen knife lowered its head for a while, leaned over, and said clumsily, "I can still chop wood!"

"Oh." Ningfeng said sullenly, ignoring him.

Kitchen Knife: "I can also cut your nails! Your nails are growing, how about I trim them for you?"

Ning Feng: "No, I will cut it myself later."

Kitchen Knife: "I will still..."

Ning Feng was so disturbed by it that she couldn't read it. After looking through it for a long time, she finally landed on the first form.He threw the book aside, and said earnestly and helplessly, "Brother Dao, why don't you understand?"

Cai Knife was stunned: "Understand what?"

Ning Fengdao: "I traveled a long distance to the Spirit City, and what I want is to be able to match my gods and spirits and match the unparalleled martial arts."

"What I want is a weapon with a sharp sword and a heart, and the strength that can protect my servants for me. It's not a servant who serves me and takes care of me."

He sighed, and continued: "If I want to find someone to take care of me, the travel expenses along the way can buy a stunning girl. Why do you have to fight against your dark face?"

The kitchen knife raised the handle and looked at him, seemingly confused.

"And..." Ning Feng suddenly thought of something, and asked, "You cut your fingernails and peeled apples, did you take a bath in between?"

kitchen knife:"……"

You can't get into martial arts without sweating, and Ning Feng's skills can't be practiced overnight.After he finished speaking, he went out of the door. It was thirty-ninth, the sky was freezing, and the wind was blowing with large flakes of snow. He walked through the snow, his body as light as a swallow, and he didn't even get a piece of snow on his body.

Ting Xue's kung fu consists of four schools of "wind", "water", "flame" and "mountain", each with its own merits.

The four schools are agile and gentle, or thick and vigorous, all of which are drawn from the heaven and the earth and integrated with the aura of all things.

Just like him, he was born to be as light as grass, but he has a bit of arrogance, and the more frustrated he becomes, the more courageous he is, and he is indomitable.

After practicing for two hours, it was time for a late break.When he returned to the house, he saw the kitchen knife immersing himself in the sink, and asked, "What are you doing?"

The kitchen knife vomited a bubble from the water, and said sullenly: "Since the Lord passed away, I was buried under the Juling snowfield, without seeing the light of day. I haven't cut my fingernails again, so it shouldn't be dirty."

"I haven't seen anyone for a long time, I'm a little noisy today, sorry."

After speaking, it raised its front end, as if secretly watching people's faces.

Ning Feng was stunned, and was poked by the lonely air in its mouth, his face eased, and he said: "It's nothing. Wipe it up early, pack up and go to bed."

The kitchen knife responded, wiped the blade from the handkerchief, lifted the quilt by itself, plunged into it, and pretended to be sleeping with him.

Ningfeng: "..."

The kitchen knife poked out his head, half of the quilt slipped off: "I sleep well."

Ningfeng thought to herself, if you don't sleep well, wouldn't you want to cut my neck.

He took off his outer clothes: "There are no thieves in Ting, so there is no need to guard against theft." The people near Tingxuemen are simple and honest, and they don't pick up lost things on the road. I don't see anyone sleeping with a kitchen knife next to the couch.

Kitchen Knife: "But it's freezing outside."

Ningfeng: "The kitchen knife is also afraid of the cold?"

Kitchen knife: "Too cold will dull it."

Kitchen Knife: "I don't take up any space."

Ning Feng stiffened, "Okay..."

After turning off the light, he looked at the neat back of the kitchen knife and felt quite strange.

In the middle of the night, Ningfeng always felt that there was something attached to his body, and he was always cold.

The arm on the outside of the bed was quite heavy, and he couldn't even lift it up. It looked like a ghost was pressing the bed, but he was sleepy and took up half of his brain, so he didn't wake up.

The cock crowed three times, Ning Feng opened his eyes, and first saw the long black hair, which covered the bed.

He suddenly became stiff, and something was leaning on his shoulders!

He turned the thing over, only to feel that the internal organs were adjusted, and the left chest was bumped in a panic.

God...

Big... big beauty!

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A knife is an attack——

This non-killing is made up by me, there is no textual research