Chang'an India

"The way of the knife is in the way, not in the knife."

This is the first sentence that Bian Yonglan heard from his teacher when he first learned the sword technique.

That person was once famous in the world with his sword, but unfortunately, among the children of the world, no one can always win and lose in life and death.The end result of one defeat was the loss of an arm, and he would never be able to hold the left-handed knife he was famous for. In the end, he was able to work as a teacher in the palace, so that his wife and children had no worries about food and clothing. He was very content.

This instructor is a left-handed person, even if his right-handed sword is not as good as his left-handed sword, it is more than enough to teach a child how to learn a sword.It's just that moves can be taught, but Tao cannot be taught.

Enlightenment is about mind and chance, which are things that cannot be seen or touched. Everyone has their own creations, and they cannot be forced.

Bian Yonglan took up a sword at the age of eight, and became a teacher at the age of 16. In the five years since he was 21, he has never used a sword in front of others. He just goes back to the place where he was born every year to see Jiang Chao.

For five years, the flowers bloomed and fell, and the tides came and went. When the Marquis of Wanjiang was 21 years old, the first emperor passed away, and the crown prince ascended the throne. There was a disaster of war between the two celestial/dynasty kingdoms in the northwest.

The leader of the vassal state who raised the army did not lose his mind, but relied on a rare general in the country. He wanted to take advantage of the change of the regime of the heaven/dynasty and no time for him to find a reason to send troops to attack the neighboring countries and seize some land and population. .

There is nothing wrong with fighting between the two vassal states, it just consumes their strength.

The Son of Heaven, who had just ascended the throne, viewed the rivalry between the vassal states as two dogs fighting each other. He had never sent troops to favor one side, but he was somewhat unhappy—the envoys of the two countries who came to congratulate the enthronement ceremony were still living in the posthouse. I hit my head, which was a bit of a disappointment.

The Marquis of Wanjiang was young and energetic, he called for battle overnight, he should be giving the new emperor a congratulatory gift - he didn't bring a single soldier, but only a dozen personal guards, he rushed thousands of miles to attack, and captured the famous general in the chaos The first level, attack and return.

The sage Long Yan was very happy, and said that your first battle with the knife has gained the face of the sky/chao, so he ordered to search for famous craftsmen in the world, and made a knife made of meteorite from the sky, and gave it to the Marquis of Wanjiang.

The Marquis of Wanjiang didn't shy away from the royal taboo, because he was destined to realize Taoism by imprisoning Longjiang Chao, he named this precious sword - "Prisoner Dragon".

Bian Yonglan was enlightened by watching the tide, and entered Taoism with a sword. The sword technique can only be described in four words: go forward without hesitation.

He is good at attacking by force, but he must be able to defend. Now the assassins have not yet come, and the hidden weapons go first. The crossbows/arrows are like a rainstorm, and there are thousands of raindrops, all of which can kill people.

With his left hand, Marquis Wan Jiang pulled Tan Shan behind him, while holding the knife in his right hand, he drew an arc into a circle, and the swift shadow of the knife turned into a round silver plate, like a bright moon rising from the flat ground, catching the next wave of arrow rain in a perfect circle.

When the rain stopped and the sword arrived, the assassin with the fastest movement was the first to kill him. He stabbed straight, but he didn't hear the sound of the sword clashing. He only felt a chill on his wrist, and the severed hand flew away with the long sword.

Bian Yonglan's knife was so fast that he could not see any blood on his palm, and when the blood gushed out from the incision, he had retreated to Tan Shan and put on a defensive posture again.

The black-clothed assassin with the severed hand also made a decisive decision. While stepping back to stop the bleeding, he shouted in a low voice, "Fix the formation!"

The long sword was gone, and he pulled out the short blade close to his body, as if he didn't know the pain, but he was still fighting high-the seven of them were used to fighting in a trap, and this trip made it unnecessary to fight to the death. There is nothing to fear, I only hope that the opponent can feel the pain of losing his hand by forming a siege.

"May Seven is not here."

There was another human voice in the darkness, the voice was full of fear—Bian Yonglan saw that they were all covered in black, and they all had the same virtue, and they could still tell who was who—although their body skills There are fast and slow, but they are almost the same, and the companions tracked up to this point, but the people ranked fifth and seventh quietly disappeared, like this forest can eat people, so let them, a group of dead people trained by the method of raising Gu, disappear without a trace. The scholar is also cold all over.

"...Retreat first!"

The man with the severed hand is supposed to be the leader of the slain warriors, but if he fights alone, none of them is an opponent of the Marquis of the Jiang, even if it is five against two, the opponent has to take into account the ordinary monk, but he cannot form an alliance. I'm afraid I can't get anything good, anyway, there is no need to fight to the death, it is better to retreat and make a long-term plan.

"It's all here, let's stay for a chat?"

The Marquis of Wanjiang can fight, but he is not stupid. The persimmon was pinched softly, and before he could finish his sentence, he had already bullied someone with a knife in front of the dead man with a broken hand. He thought to himself, do you think hiding behind a tree will be all right?Talking is the most taboo in night battles, whoever speaks will be unlucky.

He didn't reflect on what other people said only two words, but he himself said ten. He only paid attention to the remaining few people who pretended to retreat, but in fact they still wanted to take the monk's knife, so they made a quick decision. The knife is very ruthless: cut off the opponent's back with one knife, cut off the opponent's other hand with one knife, and cut across the opponent's throat with one knife, leaving a blood line to warn the opponent not to struggle in vain.

The dead man's heart was ashamed, and he knew that there was no good reason - this time there was no need to fight to the death, but he could not be captured alive, his head was still there, just because the other party wanted to leave a mouth for questioning.

He wanted to bite the poisonous sac in his mouth for an easier relief, but he felt that his chin was grabbed by someone and it was removed cleanly.

"...some people are not as famous as they meet," he thought in despair, "some people don't know until they meet... If you can choose, who would want to mess with this Asura..."

"what!"

Suddenly heard a miserable cry coming from the forest not far away, but it stopped abruptly after only half a cry, but because it was so miserable, even Bian Yonglan was very surprised, and looked sideways to where the cry came from.

The captured dead soldier was unaffected, and took the opportunity to jump on him, ruthlessly brushing the sharp knife in the hand of Marquis Wan Jiang with his neck.

A person who is determined to die will not be affected by anything anymore—he absolutely does not want to live in vain, waiting for the Gu worm to attack on his body, he has seen the fate of the defected person after being captured, and the end of the Gu worm attack—before death The last thought is: I don't know if I can pay off the blood debt I owe after dying under the sword of Shura, so as to avoid suffering in hell again.

Bian Yonglan glanced at the corpse on the knife—the dead man exhausted all his strength to die, the blade was deeply embedded in his neck, and the corpse just hung on the knife—he regretted not being able to survive, and now there is more Things that he needs to focus on: Marquis Wanjiang gently draws the knife and holds the handle tightly. He feels a fierceness that he has only seen in his life. He is not reconciled to dormant in the dense forest anymore, approaching him slowly and step by step— ——That is not the ferocity of human beings, but the prehistoric nature of beasts.

The remaining blood on the prisoner dragon knife gathered at the tip of the knife, and the blood dripped to the ground, and the beast finally emerged from the dark night.

Bian Yonglan once hunted a tiger with Shengjia. Compared with the beast that was stalking out of the forest, the tiger that was harassed to the end was probably a house cat—just looking at its appearance, it was probably a lynx , but the largest ordinary lynx is no more than half the height of a person, but the height of this alien species is as high as Bian Yonglan's shoulders, with a human corpse in its mouth, and its two wide-open animal pupils are staring closely at the eyes. The distance between man and beast is less than three zhang, not enough for it to make a vertical leap.

"Fear not, it won't hurt you."

Tan Shan had walked behind Bian Yonglan at some point, and his tone was still calm, but Wan Jiang Hou didn't know whether he should believe him or not.

Last night in the inn, the monk also said "Don't be afraid", and then...

Then Fuling, the Marquis of the Jiangjiang, came to his heart, and called softly: "Beaver slave?"

"hold head high!"

The giant beast threw away the human corpse in its mouth, jumped up, and forced the huge beast head into the arms of Marquis Wanjiang to rub against it, affectionately inviting pets to show its merits.

Marquis Wan Jiang kept his feet steady, at least he wasn't staggered by it, but he couldn't open his eyes because of the two tufts of long hairs on its ears, thinking in a daze:...why is it still barking like a donkey?

"Meow."

"hold head high!"

"Meow!"

"hold head high!"

"You are a cat, you want to meow!" Wan Jianghou didn't go to search the corpse, first taught a mount to speak, but the teaching failed, and he blamed the monk, "If you hadn't let it be a donkey for a long time, it wouldn't have kept talking. Cats can’t learn to meow.”

"The raccoon slave itself was not a lynx, but..." Tan Shan paused, as if it was inconvenient to explain the origin of the raccoon slave to others, "It was the former master who borrowed a pair of lynx bones from the mountain and made a model for it. A body to hold the body. After the master passed away, I went out to travel, so it is inconvenient to leave it in the temple, so I turned it into a mount to accompany me."

"Buddhism does not kill, but your mount is not commanded at all," Wan Jianghou looked at the fierce beast that could not learn how to meow, sitting in front of him, licking the blood stains on his hair like a house cat without a teacher, "You There are many strange things with your sect, this Marquis doesn’t want to ask, so let’s just leave it at that.”

Marquis Wan Jiang spoke frankly, Tan Shan was silent for a moment, and only said: "All things have animism, even if you practice the way of compassion, you can't suppress the nature of living things."

Just now Li Nu and Bian Yonglan were happily barking at each other, but now he is being called by his master seriously, but he doesn't say a word, he seems to be a little afraid, but he dare not resist, he put his ears together, he jumped up, his body shape changed rapidly during the leap, and he waited to fall In the palm of a monk, it was about the size of an ordinary kitten. It looked pitifully at Marquis Wan Jiang with both eyes, and let out an "ang" in a soft voice.

"If I didn't know that you, a monk, can't do bad things," Marquis Wan Jiang grabbed the raccoon slave by the back of the neck, carried the little beast shaped like a lynx cub into his arms, and sneered, "I really thought you were very Treating it harshly makes it fear you so much."

"..." Tan Shan remained silent, only concentrated his mind, and carefully examined the fate of the person in front of him.

The raccoon slave used the bones of the lynx to shelter here, but the Yuanshen is the spirit of a strange beast, which has a close relationship with the Chang'an seal.It is afraid of itself, and it is reasonable to be afraid, but there must be some reason for being so partial to a mortal.

However, no matter how you observe it, it is still just an ordinary mortal personality-it has a long life and is indescribably precious, but it is also a mortal body and a mortal, and there is no clue.

"……Amitabha."

Tan Shan couldn't see cause and effect, but put his palms together, chanted the Buddha's name, and performed a Buddhist ceremony in a dignified manner.

Buddhism pays attention to the law of fate - losing seals, following, meeting, and walking together. There are karma and chance encounters in the dark.

"Are you saving the dead?"

The Marquis of Wanjiang didn't know, so he saw a lot of strange powers and chaos, and he was so bold that he went to the sky and entered the earth. He asked and turned around with great interest, probably looking for ghosts.

"You don't need to look for it, it's not easy to get a ghost."

"..." Marquis Wan Jiang didn't answer, he was speechless in the moonlight that suddenly appeared.

The cloudy night is sometimes bright and sometimes dark, when the murderous intent surges, the forest is as dark as ink, and now the clouds are blooming and the stars are appearing, and the moon is in the middle of the sky.

The moonlight shines brightly, illuminating the monk's face which is less covered by the cloth belt.

Marquis Wan Jiang stood opposite him, suddenly he couldn't remember when and where this place was, and he could only think of one sentence: ... so it is really this person.

The author has something to say: lynxes and cheetahs are meowing like meows About height: Li Nu is 1 meters tall at the shoulders, Lanlan is about 8, the master is an inch taller than him, and everyone is in the early 185s. Don't vote for mine anymore, JJ can't sign a single contract, so if you want to sign a contract, you may sign to another platform, and the update will be moved over, everyone don't waste money, okay!