Zhuang Heng held a five-foot long knife in one hand, watching his brothers loot, and his heart was warm, as if he was watching his own children playing around.

The knife is his blood, his brother is his family, Zhuang Heng has these two beliefs, so he is called the "Dharma Protector Sword God" in the rivers and lakes, as for the rest, gold and silver are like dung, women are just talking tools to vent their desires, and many times they annoy him because they talk too much.

Five wagons overturned on the side of the road, cattle gasping limbly in pools of blood, and a dozen corpses scattered in the grass, this was an ordinary business, and Zhuang Heng would not have bothered to make this trip if someone hadn't paid for him.

The more "dung" the better, and for the robbers, this is never too much nourishment.

Zhuang Heng's twelve brothers had piled up the valuable items in the car, and were searching the corpses one by one, collecting all the gold and silver soft things, they were not big gangs, and they had to learn to live a careful life, and it would be a pity if the corpse happened to be wearing a pair of suitable leather boots on its feet.

"Hey, look what I found?" the bearded old Du carried a teenage girl in his hand, and excitedly asked the boss for credit.

Lao Du is a heartless person, he can't tell what is valuable and what is not, such a little girl, not even a woman, can't even let the brothers vent, Zhuang Heng waved his hand lazily, he was really not interested in educating him.

The disappointed old Du put down the little girl in frustration, and pulled out the single knife under his waist, he always hoped to have a five-foot long knife, like the one held by the boss, the slashing was more powerful and more powerful, and the momentum was more sufficient, but he didn't dare, now this single knife is not bad, when the state is wonderful, it can cut a small tree with a thick bowl mouth.

The little girl looked up at the robber, her thin neck not thicker than the mouth of the bowl.

She was probably scared silly, she didn't cry or make trouble, and she didn't mean to run away, but she seemed to be waiting for an adult to give her candy.

"Keep your head down. Lao Du ordered that he should cut down the perfect knife, and when the head rolled to the boss's feet, the corpse was still standing, he had seen this kind of scene, and he always wanted to imitate it.

Lao Du's last good wish in life was rudely interrupted by the intruder.

First the boss Zhuang Heng, then the brothers who were rummaging through the corpses, and finally Lao Du, who was carefully aiming at the little girl's neck, all turned his eyes to the wilderness, only the little girl was still looking up at the robbers.

A horse of pure black came slowly, and the knight on the horse was a young man with a pale face, who was like a lost traveler, panicked and broke into the circle of robbers, but he seemed too calm, like the little girl, as if he did not recognize the cruel reality.

The robbers wielded shiny single knives, and several of them moved to the flanks, ready to surround the prey that was sent to the door.

The horse is a good horse, but the knight has no luggage, and Zhuang Heng still can't be interested, such a fool is not enough for him to stuff his teeth.

The knight stopped ten paces away, did not care about the interception behind him, did not speak, made a move that baffled the robbers, he took out a black cloth from his bosom, scratched it lightly on the horse's cheek a few times, and then blindfolded it with the black cloth, the black horse was obviously accustomed to it, and had no intention of resisting.

The knight jumped off his horse, a sword and a sword pinned to his waist.

"Are you Zhuang Heng?"

The knight's face was pale and sickly, as if he had just come out of the ice and snow, but it was early autumn, the sun was warm, and the robbers, who had been busy for a long time, even sweated finely.

"Hmm. Zhuang Heng was a little nervous, but he still didn't take the knight who suddenly appeared seriously.

"You can't do that. The knight shook his head, a little disappointed.

"How?"

"You're not worth killing you with a sword. ”

Zhuang Heng was stunned for a while, laughed, his brothers also laughed, the atmosphere of slaughter disappeared faster than the water droplets on the blades of grass, there are always some swordsmen and swordsmen in this world who think they are strong in martial arts, they feel that the robbers are a rabble, and they want to make a name for themselves by killing these outlaws, this kind of person appears like a pale knight, saying some unfathomable words in the clouds, and when he starts, he is embarrassed, either he dies like a pig and a dog, or he escapes by luck, and he complains in horror that the robbers do not abide by the rules of the rivers and lakes to have more enemies and fewer enemies, but he never mentions that he took the initiative to provoke。

This is another swordsman who is dying again, Zhuang Heng feels more and more that this is a happy day, so he pulls out a long knife from the ground and puts it on his shoulder, "Come on, while I'm still a little interested, we are in a hurry, unlike you, there is so much spare time." ”

The knight did not react to the ridicule, and with an indifferent face on his pale face, he drew his sword and slowly approached the enemy.

When the knight took the first step, Zhuang Heng felt a shock in his heart, there was no obvious murderous aura, and there was no sharp attack, but he couldn't help but be nervous, and his hands clenched the handle of the knife hard, and the force sank down, as if facing a great enemy.

The twelve brothers couldn't understand the mood of the boss, and looked bored at this duel that would soon be divided between life and death, laboriously calculating how much today's harvest would be, and the quick-thinking people had already started the idea of a dark horse, the principle of robbers, whoever touched the spoils of war first, this thing would belong to whomever it was.

Therefore, the vast majority of people didn't pay attention to what was happening on the field, and they didn't know that the duel was over in the blink of an eye, only the simple Lao Du clenched his fists excitedly, ready to cheer, and the scene where the boss killed people with a two-handed knife, he never saw enough.

This sound can never be shouted, Lao Du saw it, but he couldn't understand it, it was like a half-done dream, and suddenly turned into another dream, the content was irrelevant and outrageously displaced, so that the sleeper had to say to himself in the dream: This is impossible.

It seems that Zhuang Heng's long knife is still resisting on his shoulder, and their brothers will never know that the long knife has left his shoulder, and it is only a moment away from lightning and flint to cut at the enemy, Zhuang Heng's knife has always been fast, but today it is not fast enough.

The knight put away his sword, killing one person a year, it was enough, he drew his sword again, and the attention of the robbers was finally focused on him, they recognized this weapon, this is the narrow knife reserved for the Jinpeng killer and the impostor who is not afraid of death.

Zhuang Heng still didn't move, and everyone slowly understood the truth that the boss was dead.

Unlike many bandits, they are a group of people with affection and righteousness, they will not flee because of the strong opponent, and there will be no revenge, Lao Du Yangtian roared, like a wounded wolf, and led the way to the knight with teeth and claws.

Twelve against one, the only onlookers were a little girl standing in the grass, numbed by the flesh and blood of the robbers, compared to the killing that was taking place in front of her was too simple to wake her up.

The knights fought like a dance, forward, backward, turned, and stabbed, every movement seemed to have been stepped on in advance, clean and neat, and the robbers cooperated tacitly, facing and chasing, stabbing and falling, like a dog running with bones, and never tired of it.

The little girl slowly understood the scene in front of her, not twelve robbers surrounding the knight, but a knight surrounding twelve robbers, he never rushed into the battle group to slash, but relied on constant movement, to keep on the edge of the enemy group, in the process, there are always people ahead or behind, and the knight is alone, and dies from a knife as fast as lightning, and his companions are always a critical step, unable to save people, and unable to reach the knight.

The last robber alive was Lao Du, he didn't notice that his brothers were all down, the roar became more and more monotonous, and he was still bent on avenging the boss, he was holding back a force in his heart, and he never had a chance to make a knife, so that this strength accumulated like a mountain, and he was eager to squirt out, I could cut down a tree as thick as a big bowl, he thought, and then he was stabbed in the neck, and his thoughts were really like silk, broken silently.

Lao Du held the knife, just a few steps away from the little girl, and fell straight down, the tip of the knife was only a few inches from her feet, and she still didn't move.

The knight put away his knife and made a gesture to cover the little girl's eyes.

The little girl, who seemed to be frightened, reacted very quickly at this time, and immediately raised her hands to cover her eyes, and soon, she heard a strange whistle, and suddenly there was a gust of wind, which blew her almost down, and then the wind stopped, and there was a popping sound, she could no longer hold back her curiosity, let go of a finger, and looked out secretly, and her eyes could no longer be closed.

A large black bird, taller than the Pale Knight, with red top feathers and red eyes, was pecking at the eyes of the dead with great interest, and every two pecks it took turns to jump on one leg, looking extremely satisfied.

She understood why the knight's dark horse was blindfolded, but she couldn't close her fingers herself.

The big black bird jumped on Lao Du, swallowed his favorite food twice in succession, and then tilted his head to look at the little girl in front of him, the eyes that emerged from his fingers were green, crystal clear, and occasionally blinked, like moonlight passing through a gem.

The little girl was shrouded in the shadow of the roc bird, thinking that the crimson eyes seemed to shoot a blazing fire at any moment, she was so surprised that she forgot to breathe, but she was not afraid at all, she believed that this bird was the most beautiful creature she had ever seen, so she slowly stretched out her arms to touch the silky smooth black feathers.

The Roc bird soared into the air, jumped over the little girl's head, and continued to peck at the eyes of the dead, it was not an animal that could be petted casually.

"What's its name?" the little girl asked, completely captivated by the big black bird, to the knight.

"It's not a pet, so it doesn't have a name, but some people call it the Red-Capped Roc, and some call it the Demon Bird. ”

The little girl nodded thoughtfully.

Having eaten enough of the snacks, the roc bird jumped to the knight's side in a few steps, pecked him lightly twice, and then took off into the air, whipped up a gust of wind, and soon disappeared in the air.

The knight mounted his horse, unblindfolded the black horse, turned the horse's head, and slowly moved along the same path.

The little girl hesitated for a moment, took out the single knife from Lao Du's hand, held it upside down in her hand, spread her two thin calves, and followed the knight dozens of paces away.

It was getting darker and darker, and the knight in black and black was almost about to merge with the night, and the little girl tripped over the grass, and when she looked up again, she could no longer see the knight, "Wait for me!" she cried, and her voice disappeared into the wilderness, not even echoing.

The little girl shuddered with the knife, and if she hadn't sworn never to cry again, she would have wet her whole face with tears, but the tears swirled in her eyes, and she had to do everything in her power to keep them from coming out.

"What are you doing with me?" asked the voice overhead, and by some time the knight had returned to her, but she had not even heard the sound of the horse's hooves.

"I ...... My father and mother were killed, and I was sold to someone else's family, but I want revenge, and I hope you can ...... Help me. ”

"My own revenge has not been avenged, and I will not help others to avenge it. ”

"Then you teach me martial arts, and I will take revenge myself. ”

"I don't teach people martial arts, killing people is very simple, you have a knife in your hand, just cut it. ”

The knight left again.

The little girl trotted closely and followed, not leaving an inch, and with the peculiar intuition of a child who had not yet completely disappeared, she knew that the knight would not leave her.

"Big Bird doesn't have a name, do you have a name?"

"I ...... It's called Yang Huan. The knight said one of the two names.

"I have a name too, my name is ......"

"I know your name. ”

"You know, how do you know?" the little girl's eyes widened in surprise and she almost fell again.

"Your grandfather's surname is Tie, and your grandmother's name is Linglong, right?"

The little girl named Tie Linglong stopped, looked at the strange knight she had never heard of before, and suddenly burst into tears, throwing away her vow not to shed any more tears.

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