After cultivating the ruthless way, I soared

——Fate Mystery——

Zhou Feng wants to become the champion of Jinke.

His calligraphy is painted with iron hooks and silver hooks, and the writing is like a blue blood pill book. It has been in the Spring and Autumn Period for five years. There is nothing left of the romantic spirit in the past, which has been polished by the years.

Only this bone and blood.

Just like when I was young, I would rather bend than bend.

Before the mediocre king of Chu squandered all his ancestral land, he was lucky enough to meet a good minister who entered the court, and that good minister was Zhou Feng.

Accumulated stones are like jade, and pine trees are like emerald green. He is a proud plum with a handful of snow on his tip, and he has never stained his poor reputation.

Zhou Feng shouldn't have been in this muddy water, but his father died of depression that year.

Zhou Qingshan knew that his son had the power of Ling Yunzhi, but he didn't have the heart of Ling Yunzhi. He stared at the sky that had not yet dawned in Dachu, and still shouted in a hoarse voice, setting his heart for the world and life for the people.

I only hope that Zhou Feng can save this mountain and river.

He has no other choice but to help the world and serve the people, and he still has good intentions, even though he died a hundred times, he still has no regrets.

Today's saints don't distinguish between loyal and sycophantic, they only have favor with the commoner brother who is now You Cheng.

Zhou Feng had no choice but to have a peaceful wish, but acted like a ghost.

Let the dirty sauce jar completely dye the lintel of the scholarly family that was once famous in Xinglin, and become a knife in the hands of the emperor and the prime minister to test each other.

The common people now say that there are two big traitors in the court of Chu State.

One was born as a commoner, he made a good job, recognized the emperor as his brother, and has been promoted to below one person, above ten thousand people, with countless fortunes, and loves extravagance and lust most in his life, coveting power.

One is a rookie, he is clearly a loyal son, but he insults his family. It is said that his biological father was pissed to death by this unfilial son, and he loves to kill Zhongliang and eliminate dissidents most in his life.

Zhou Feng naturally doesn't care what other people say, but he still lacks one, his own knife, a knife that can handle all kinds of dirty things.

Nowadays, there are so many dandies in the general family, and finally there is one who can be famous and sell a few taels, and he doesn't bother to join forces with him. What's more, he has long become the lackey of the emperor and You Cheng.

Zhou Feng had no choice but to look outside the temple.

It is said that in the rivers and lakes, there is a knight-errant who holds a sword and wields a sword, and his martial arts ranks first in the world.

There are always legends about Xuan Zhe, but no one has seen him, because everyone who has seen him has died.

This chivalrous man who was born in Chu and grew up in the rivers and lakes is very strange. Although he uses a sword, he always holds a knife in his arms, named "XX".

A certain knife is a precious knife that does not see blood. It is taught by the emptiness of Baoqing. is spiritual.

It doesn't work to be spiritual, anyway, Xuanzhe never used it.Furthermore, Zhou Feng didn't know how much he could believe in the rumors in the world.

Xuan Zhe is a person who always speaks reason, his mind seems to be missing a string, since he was born, he has never met his parents, nor has he had any relatives or friends.

In the mountains, in the soil, in the rivers and lakes, no one believes in him, and only believes in his sword with his own blood.

Maybe someone with a weak destiny will pay special attention to blood. Whoever is connected with his blood, whether it is a person or a dead thing, is a relative and friend. If there is no one, he has no choice but to guard his own knife.

A certain knife is Xuanzhe's relatives and friends. Whenever they talk happily, they pour wine on the knife, and there will be a sound of contention. The blade trembles slightly, and it catches the moonlight flowing down from the hazy forest.

At the end of the twilight, there is a handsome young gentleman standing there obtrusively, Liu Qing's shirt, blood like Danyang.

That young gentleman is Zhou Feng.

Zhou Feng decided on a foolproof strategy, and after three months of plotting, he sent more than a thousand people to investigate Xuan Zhe's whereabouts, and finally there was nothing wrong.

Those who plan big events must first be cruel to themselves. Zhou Feng rolled around in the sword a few times, turning himself into a bloody red man.

Don't you want blood, just give it to you.

Zhou Feng took a risky move and knew that he needed to gamble. He was a gambler, and when he came to the end of a strange road, he was more like a wolf who had been lying down for a long time, and he didn't care.

"Give me a knife."

Zhou Feng felt bitter in his heart, and his body was in great pain. At that time, he had to use a lot of strength to roll on the blade.

Give him a knife. While rolling on the blade, Zhou Feng thought about it thousands of times in pain.

He is not afraid of pain, and only hopes that this bitter plan will make the reclusive knight become his sword.

Fortunately, fate seems to be on his side all the time;

The price was just a few flesh wounds, Zhou Feng thought it was worth it.

Xuanzhe is in a world full of wolves, tigers and leopards, he only kills people, he doesn't save them, he has seen too many stories about the farmer and the snake, and he will never risk himself as that stupid fool.

After all, from becoming famous to now, his weakness is not that no one knows about it. Countless people have turned themselves into a blood man because of their blood, and stood in front of Xuan Zhe, waiting for him to save him.

Xuanzhe ignored it every time.

But this time, the little boy was obviously a few ranks higher than others. Xuan Zhe was drunk, and when he was drunk, his movements were a little slow.

He could clearly avoid Zhou Feng's "ulterior motive" bump, but when he met that face, Xuan Zhe's heart skipped a beat for no reason, and he missed the best time.

Zhou Feng staggered to this forest to survive, the blood dripping from his fingers was in clusters and splashed on the tip of a certain knife, Xuanzhe felt strange that the drop of blood did not flow along the knife as usual The ridge slipped down, but let a certain knife suck dry.

The antecedent has been planted, and only the cause and effect are waiting.

Xuan Zhe's drunken eyes are full of the resolute pupils of a white-faced scholar, as if pierced into the starless night without stars.

Almost couldn't help pinching the slender wrist bones in front of her eyes, the tentacles were slippery, like the ointment spread by rouge.

Maybe it was the fake wine that misled someone, and Xuan Zhe couldn't help but uttered some intoxicating words.

"A certain knife recognizes you, and our blood is fused. You should also know that I never believe in anything, only in blood. Today's matter is God's will. I don't lack anything, only a wife. Since you just caught up , she will be my wife from now on."

Xuan Zhe has no brothers and sisters, his parents are close relatives, and a certain knife counts as his friend. After thinking about it, this stubborn knight feels that he still lacks a wife.

Zhou Feng's eyebrows were tightened tightly, and he finally breathed a sigh of relief. Xuan Zhe even suspected that this person hadn't had time to think about what he said before he uttered a word from his pale lips.

Is good."

Xuan Zhe's heart beat faster for no reason, and after hearing this word, the bloody man in front of him fell into his arms.

Xuan Zhe reached out and lightly touched Zhou Feng's seemingly transparent cheek under the moonlight. The injury was actually not serious, and he didn't know where so much blood flowed.

Send a little internal force to stabilize this too perfunctory wound.

Xuan Zhe hugged Zhou Feng in his arms, thinking, this person who still doesn't know her surname will be his wife in the future, a certain knife is his good friend, and his life has been complete since then.

Xuan Zhe was born lonely, although he was never afraid of these things, and his six senses were naturally weak, but occasionally he couldn't stand loneliness.

In the past, he was the only one who traveled the rivers and lakes, and when he was listening to books in taverns, he saw a corner of the world, soft and soft jade, chivalrous and arrogant, or loyal to his family and country, so it was inevitable that he would be envious.

Xuanzhe once passed by Jiangnan, where a stream flowed under a stone bridge, his black clothes looked like a misfit passerby who had strayed into it by mistake.

The girl holding an umbrella on the bridge is waiting for the person she likes. She may be a dancing girl, a little girl who ran away from home, a Xiaojiabiyu, or a lady of everyone...

The beloved may be a general who fought in the battlefield, a scholar who went to Beijing to rush for an exam, a salesman, or a ferryman.

A knight-errant who walks the rivers and lakes travels with a sword. His sword is three feet long and is willing to shatter the moonlight. Maybe he has a close friend with a knife. He is a tough man with beard and beard. Arguing whether the knife is sharper or the sword is sharper.

Maybe their martial arts are not as good as Xuan Zhe, but they are all happier than him.

The dude has a dream of a hero in his heart, sneaks out of the house and falls down on Wen Wenxiang, buried in the girl's sleeves in the building, and has to spend several spring nights.

Flower picking thieves are not afraid of men and women, if they fall in love with one, they will also steal beauty and beauty, and if someone looks handsome and insists on him, they will be rejected.

The candied haws seller eloped with the gentle lady next door, the county magistrate lost some sheep, and the ferryman who was fishing by the river did a lot of wrong things when he was young and frivolous. Until he jumped into the river, which is the one he ferryed every day.

The stories in the storybook are always so attractive.

Now that the dust has settled, Xuan Zhe thought, his fate is predetermined, no worse than those who have stories.A certain knife has never sucked anyone's blood, only he and Zhou Feng have this treatment.

A perfect couple is nothing more than this.

Without dragons, phoenixes and red candles, and without a high hall, Xuan Zhe worshiped Zhou Feng in the ruined temple with Zhou Feng who had already woken up.

Zhou Feng originally wanted to call in a thug, but for no reason, he paid homage to someone else, saying that being obsessed with ghosts is not enough.

If you have to deal with this wild wolf that can't tie the rein, you are not relatives, friends, parents, but your partner is the deepest bond.

Everything is in obedience to God's will.

Zhou Feng didn't know why Xuan Zhe insisted on marrying him, but knowing that the result was satisfactory, he was satisfied.

I never thought of marrying a wife and having children in this dilapidated situation. There are too many nocturnal travels. How can I understand human taste? Marriage is a trivial matter in the eyes of certain people.

Besides, Zhou Feng thinks Xuan Zhe is very good, with three courts and five eyes, correct facial features, and superb swordsmanship, there is nothing wrong with him.

"Xuan Zhe, why do you use your sword with your sword in your arms?" Zhou Feng asked curiously after getting married.

"A certain knife has been by my side since I was born. I only know that I have to protect it for others, and I will protect it even after death. I don't know why."

Xuan Zhe lowered his eyelids, and the little mole with black ink was itchy, so he couldn't help scratching it.

"Xiao Zhou, why don't I teach you how to practice swords? Although my swordsmanship is no better than swordsmanship, I still know a little bit. If you know some martial arts, you can protect yourself."

"Okay." A certain knife was given to Zhou Feng.

It's finally back to its original owner.

The good times didn't last long, Zhou Feng spent more than a month with him, and the short time also made Xuan Zhe happy.

It's not that Xuan Zhe didn't know who Zhou Feng was, he just felt that the blurred faces of countless people in his dreams began to materialize for the first time since he met this person.

This is the "mystery of fate".

Don't care about anything else.

Xuan Zhe finally knew that those sour and toothless poor scholars said that they didn't know the origin of their feelings, and they went deeper and deeper, so it was not a lie.

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Cited in this chapter.

Anthology of Yuefu Poems: Accumulated stones are like jade, and pine trees are like emerald green.

Qu Yuan: I also have good intentions in my heart. Although I died nine times, I still have no regrets.

Peony Pavilion: I don't know where it started, but it goes deeper and deeper.