When the sun was setting, Fang Jie left the library building. When he went out, he habitually smiled at the old man, and then walked out of the wooden building full of books. The Academy of Martial Arts had already ended get out of class, and the students gathered together in twos and threes to chat and laugh. When they saw Fang Jie, they were slightly surprised. Some smiled and nodded, while others pretended not to see it. Fang Jie smiled back, and Fang Jie, who turned a blind eye, would naturally not chase after him.
Those who have seen and pretended not to see, seem proud, but in fact they are just an expression of inferiority.
Fang Xie went to the racecourse first, and then left after feeding the red horse fodder. Since he was imprisoned, the red horse has been raised in the Martial Arts Academy. Because it hasn't spread its feet and galloped for a while, it looks a lot fatter. He didn't plan to ride a horse, since his name became more and more famous in Chang'an City, he preferred to ride a car.
Walking on the street on horseback, it takes too much time to say hello. And if you ignore anyone, you will inevitably be scolded as glamorous and noble.
On the way back to the shop, Fang Jie thought carefully about what Qiu Yu said earlier. Then close your eyes and feel the vitality of heaven and earth, that breath is floating in the air, strand by strand, very faint and ethereal. If you don't sense it carefully, it's hard to find this subtle difference. Fang Xie knew that this was because his thirty-six air points were only opened, and the heaven and earth vitality he felt could not be compared with those of those great practitioners.
But this is a good start, and what makes him happiest is that the hidden dangers in his body have been eliminated. If it wasn't for the severe pain and coma this time, he wouldn't know that there are a bunch of disgusting bugs hidden in his body. Although he didn't see it with his own eyes, he could imagine how disgusting it was from Shen Qingfan and Qiu Yu's description.
It can corrode hard green bricks, and the toxicity of those bugs can be imagined. And these things have been hidden in my body for more than sixteen years, I am afraid when I think about it.
When he thought of these, he naturally thought of Prince Zhong Yang Qi. What method did he use that night to change his physique? Or is it that his physique is already like this, and Yang Qi just suppressed those Gu poisons? If it's only the latter, then Yang Qi might know the origin of these Gu poisons.
Thinking of this, his eyes suddenly brightened.
Fang Jie opened the curtain and told the coachman to go directly to Hongxiu Zhao. He suddenly thought that the first time he and Yang Qi met was in Hongxiu Zhao. He could feel that Yang Qi looked at him strangely at that time. And Yang Qi went to see Xihuamei that time, maybe Xihuamei could know something.
The carriage rolled forward on the flat bluestone road, and it was easy to doze off when sitting in the slightly shaking carriage. Just as Fang Jie squinted his eyes and was about to fall asleep, his hand touched the Chaolu Knife beside him, and the strong cold shocked him.
Picking up the long knife without a scabbard, Fang Jie liked it more and more. He loves to use knives, and has no interest in other weapons except knives. The children of aristocratic families love to use lances, because the cost of lances is extremely high, and it is a symbol of status, and ordinary people simply cannot afford it. Fang Jie doesn't like to use a lance, it's too long and not flexible enough. Moreover, using a lance requires hard work and hard work from an early age to achieve success. Those who use a lance for the first time will not be able to exert its power at all, so it is better to give them a wooden stick to take advantage of. But the knife is different. Anyone who holds a knife in his hand knows how to use it. Of course, it is not easy to use it well.
There was a thin layer of water vapor on Chaolu Dao's blade, and Fang Xie even wondered if he would see a small rainbow outside the blade if the sun was strong in summer. Fang Xie was so fond of this knife that he couldn't put it down. At the gate of Hongxiu Zhao, Fang Jie wrapped a cloth around Chao Ludao, then carried him into the main gate.
It was in the evening that Hongxiu Zhao's business was the best. People in brocade clothes came in and out, greeting each other warmly. Fang Jie lowered his head slightly and walked in quickly. When he entered the door, he saw the old cripple sleeping on the bench in the corner. He smiled, walked over and put the open knife on the old cripple's chest.
The old cripple was startled by the cold, he sat up abruptly, glanced at Fang Jie, and then looked at the things in his arms.
"What's this?"
he asks.
"knife."
Fang Jie answered.
The old cripple frowned slightly, got up and walked towards the backyard with the knife in his hand, Fang Jie followed behind, and when he reached the backyard, the old cripple lifted the cloth, and his expression changed immediately.
"Morning dew?"
he asks.
Fang Jie asked back, "Do you know each other?"
The old cripple's face was very ugly, and for some reason, Fang Jie saw a hint of disgust in his eyes. The old cripple carefully looked at Chaolu Knife, and finally heaved a long sigh: "Do you know that there are three swords and three swords in Jianghu?"
"I don't know."
Fang Jie shook his head.
The old cripple handed Fang Jie the Chaolu Knife, found a place to sit down and said, "It's no wonder how few people today remember what happened decades ago. When I was young, there were three precious knives with the same name in the rivers and lakes. , Morning dew, Mu Chunfeng. There are also three precious swords, blood-stained, thread-throated, and one-foot nails."
"These six weapons are the treasures of the martial arts world. My Blood Butcher Knife...was cut off by this Chaolu Knife in your hand."
As soon as these words came out, Fang Jie couldn't help but wonder in his heart. No wonder the old cripple recognized the knife when he saw it, no wonder the empress dowager had a look of disgust on his brows.
"This is an ominous knife."
The old cripple sighed, as if recalling the past.
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"Since Chao Ludao was born, I have followed six masters... You are the seventh, and the first six are all dead."
The old lame took a sip of wine.
Fang Jie shook his head: "I am the eighth. This knife was given to me by Prince Yi. I don't know how many years it has been hidden in his mansion, but he is still alive and well."
The old cripple shook his head: "If you don't use this knife, what kind of master is it?"
He gave Fang Jie a blank look and said: "The first owner of this knife was Xu Kuangtu, who was also the maker of this Zhaolu knife. This man was originally a blacksmith, and I don't know where he got a piece that will last forever." He forged a long knife and a short sword out of black iron. The knife is a Chaolu knife, and the sword is a one-foot nail. Later, he exchanged a one-foot nail for a knife manual with a famous quack, and has been working hard ever since. After 15 years of practice, the ordinary saber manual that that charlatan lied to him turned out to be a peerless saber technique by him."
"No one knows the original name of Xu Kuangfu, but he acted arrogantly and evilly, and the name of this madman became more and more famous. After he came out of the mountain, he challenged martial arts masters everywhere. Unexpectedly, he won consecutive battles. Gradually , The name of Madman Yidao gradually became known in the Jianghu. It is said that he got the peerless sword and the peerless sword technique by chance, but in fact the sword was made by himself, and the sword manual is not a popular thing at all."
"Later, he restrained his murderous nature and planned to open a sect of disciples, but for some reason, he suddenly went crazy. He killed hundreds of people overnight with this Zhaolu knife, and finally cut his own throat with the knife. Since then, Zhaolu The knife disappeared, and it didn’t come out of the world until more than ten years later. The second person who wielded Chaolu knife was like Xu Kuangtu. He first achieved fame, and then suddenly went crazy for unknown reasons, and committed suicide after killing people.”
The old cripple paused and continued: "It is said to be an ominous knife because its first six owners all ended up in exactly the same way. They went crazy first and then committed suicide... If you listen to me, it is better not to use this evil thing. Although the blood butcher knife I gave you is not as hard and sharp as this morning dew, but at least it is clean!"
"Mysterious Iron..."
Fang Jie murmured, and suddenly thought of something.
In his previous life, he knew that the ancients got meteorites and didn't know what they were, so they called them black iron, and the refined metal was far harder than ordinary steel. If this Zhaolu knife is also made of meteorite, then maybe there will be some radiation. The person who wears the knife for a long time ends up insane, which may be related to this radiation.
However, it can be seen from this that this knife should not be carried around for a long time.
But when he thought of this, his heart suddenly tightened.
Could it be that Yang Yin, Prince Yi, does not know the origin of the sword exposed in the court? He gave himself the Zhao Ludao, was it really just to win him over
Fang Jie's thoughts sank, and he thought to himself, if the rumor about Zhao Lu Dao is true, then after many years, will he also commit suicide after going insane? This Prince Yi, what on earth is Ann thinking! If he either made it a habit to harm people, or did it on purpose.
Seeing that Fang Jie's expression was different, the old lame man was silent for a while and said, "However, this Zhaolu Dao has disappeared in the rivers and lakes for twenty or thirty years, and it may have been in the hands of Prince Yi. It hasn't seen blood for so many years, maybe its hostility has disappeared. It's gone. You can decide for yourself, try not to kill people if you can. If you are disturbed by the evil spirit of this knife, the loss outweighs the gain."
"I see."
Fang Jie responded, handed the knife to the old cripple and said, "I still have to go upstairs to ask Mrs. Xi about something."
"What's up?"
asked the old cripple.
Fang Jie then thought that the old cripple might also know, so he sat down and told about the poison in his body. He knew that the old cripple wouldn't spread the word, so he didn't hide anything. Say everything that should be said, and don't mention a word that should not be said. After listening to this, the old cripple frowned deeply, and after a long time sighed, "Nine out of ten, it's the poison of the southern barbarians."
"When I was young, I personally killed a wizard from the Southern Barbarians. That guy killed a lot of people. He even dared to blatantly set up a sect in the Central Plains, lying to people that he was practicing ghoul cheats. After practicing Invulnerable to swords and guns, hidden weapons invulnerable. Many young people fell for his tricks and were poisoned by him. Later, when the incident happened, a group of knights in the Jianghu came to attack. Although I am not a chivalrous person, I also hate this kind of Means, friends meet and go together.”
"It was a fierce battle. Those puppet soldiers were really invulnerable and hard to kill. People in the rivers and lakes suffered a lot at first, and many people died. Later, after a few people and I broke through the puppet soldiers and captured the wizard , he couldn't manipulate the puppet anymore and won this battle. I chopped off the head of that wizard at that time... You can't imagine how disgusting it is. The blood spurting from the wizard's neck was extremely black, and it was still from the chest A foot-long centipede came out of it!"
The old cripple seemed to have lingering fears in his heart, and he was silent for a while and continued: "Since then, whenever people in the Jianghu see the southern barbarians, no matter whether they are wizards or not, they will kill one by one. If they kill too many, those southern barbarians will not dare to step into the Central Plains again." It is said that the last emperor of the Shang Dynasty liked this way and raised many wizards in the palace. The prince who escaped at the end escaped the siege of the Sui army under the protection of a wizard commander puppet soldiers. But later After the prince named Murong shame established Nanyan, he was the first to kill that wizard. Those puppet soldiers were all thrown into a big pit by him and burned to ashes."
Fang Jie listened intently, and after a moment of silence, he asked: "Then do you know how the wizard manipulates the puppets? Did Mrs. Xi mention it to you, and did the lord tell her anything at that time?"
The old cripple thought for a while and said, "Although I don't know if the lord has mentioned about you to Mrs. Xi, but I know a little about this poison... Do you know that there are three thousand monks and soldiers in the Buddhist sect who claim to be indestructible?"