Bestial Blade

After such a severe winter, Chang'an finally cut down his first branch in his lifetime when a new sprout of the agar tree was growing.

He can finally taste the sweet liquid in the stuff, Chang'an thought, it must be much sweeter than the bud sugar that Bei Shi throws at him.

Bei Shi saw that the child looked like a small animal, squatting on the ground, holding the branches in his hands with his hands, regardless of the gray-faced soiled face of his body. He first sniffed carefully, and then licked a cat-like squeak. His face suddenly changed from white to red, and then from red to blue, and finally he spit out and coughed.

Bei Shi saw the long-awaited picture and couldn't help laughing.

Changan turned back with tears in his eyes and looked at him in sorrow-he finally understood that he had been fooled by the big **** pit of Beishi, and the delicious sugar water flowing in the ghost tree was not clear, spicy and sloppy!

"Little cub, violently attacking the heavens, I don't know how to deal with it." Bei Shi said this, while walking under an agar tree, the slender hand suddenly turned into a beast's claw, and the sharp claw easily pierced the tree pattern, and took one The tree branch drank up, and the man long exclaimed, "Natural agar is many times better than those foolish people who made rice with rice. Fragrance is passed on to generations. One cup can make people forget, two cups are open. If three cups and five go down, you will be drunk for thousands of years, that is, the true God who has been in the legend for a long time. Have you ever been so happy? "

Bei Shi said this, tilting his head to give Chang'an a glance, and there seemed to be something different on that moody face that Chang'an had been used to, and Chang'an looked up at himself like a teacher who likes to pit people , Did not understand what he meant.

He seemed to say that the sap was a good thing, but his tone was completely different.

Chang An frowned, thinking for a while, and finally decided to let the facts speak. He wanted to taste for himself what this thing was.

This time he was more careful, only tasted a small sip, and for a while, tried to express some other flavors from the spicy and spicy taste, but he frowned for a long time, and finally still The little face wrinkled, and swallowed hard, all the way from his throat to his stomach, and he felt himself burned.

The straight trees were dangling in front of them, and they didn't stop for a moment. Before Chang'an understood what was going on, they walked a few crab steps crookedly and planted them all at once, drunk and unconscious.

Since then, Chang'an has understood that Beisha is a big freak.

Gradually, Chang'an was used to living on the mountain, used to live on the roof of the house, and used to his severe body that would make him impenetrable and even dying-he found the law, as long as his back The arm began to numb strangely, immediately put down the knife, and went to hold a bowl of herbal medicine to drink, and then returned to the roof to lie down for a while, and then practiced.

Taking advantage of this time, he can hurry up and take a nap, so that he can get up and continue to practice the knife until the evening without delay.

At the beginning of Bei Shi, he would study his body every three days and find new herbs for him to drink, but the new herbs did not always work. Since Changan once drank his new formula for three days, he had Never trust this guy again.

Chang'an finally understood why Bei Shi himself lived on the mountain alone-it must have been a half-doctor who died under the mountain, and he had to go up the mountain to hide from his enemies.

He unabashedly uttered this irreverent speculation to his master, but Bei Shi was chased by a stick in the syrup wood all afternoon with a stick.

By the fall of this year, when the wheat harvest began, Changan finally had his own cabin, and the fourth knife he changed was also taken out—Changan took it for granted that this was due to the imperfect technology of the Beishi cast knife. .

He also drank all the herbs that Beishi had collected in the spring, but Beishi didn't expect to pick up such a prodigal cub, and he regretted that his intestines were green.

However, Chang'an is already able to pick up a two-foot long sword.

In the third year, the knife in Changan's hand grew a foot again, much faster than his people. He had been released from the grove by Beibei, and it could cause scourges all over Yufeng Mountain.

At the beginning, the Beiji Association followed him. After Changan killed a bone-winged Dapeng alone, the Beishi did not show up during his hunting. The daily hunting became a matter of Chang'an. He was able to practice knives. Later, Chang'an remembered the days when he learned knives from his childhood, and found that during the whole process of practicing knives, the words that often accompanied him seemed to be "eat and drink".

Legend has it that when the eagle learned to fly, the eagle was relentless and pushed down the cliff, but Chang'an never waited for the eagle to speak. He always jumped down on his own initiative while the eagle was still sleeping. Heartlessly consciously very happy.

The herbal medicine of Beishi still can't save his life and can't cure the disease. Chang'an has already reached the age of fourteen and five. He has begun to look like a teenager. As soon as I think of it, I think of the word "beautiful".

Bei Shi thinks that when he sits there without talking or moving, it is almost like a tender flower in the water.

I saw this Jiaohua lurking quietly for a long time, and then suddenly his eyes flickered, and the whole man froze, took out a sabre that was almost twice as long as his own, and the bulky big guy was in his hand. It didn't seem heavy at all.

At the same time, a huge shadow rose in the water. It was a cyan two-headed snake, which opened its mouth and opened its mouth to cover the sky, biting at this little thing who dare to challenge it.

Changan took the next step without panic. In the flashlight, the knife in his hand passed through the gap under the serpent's fangs with great precision. The blade passed straight through the mouth of the snake. Then a little snake body, with the long handle of the saber turned up, and with such a flutter of force, the saber passed relentlessly through the head of a poisonous snake.

The other snake head was even more furious under the severe pain. He slammed into him fiercely, and Chang'an stepped on the handle of the saber stuck in the snake's head, crawling more flexibly along the black iron handle than the monkey Go up,

The serpent snapped into the air and turned his head to bite at his handle.

Chang'an jumped down, clasped the handle with both hands, and pressed down like this, the saber blade stuck in the snake's head tore the snake's skin and the snake's bone, and scoured the flesh and blood everywhere. The water in the river was red, and the saber in his hand was idling in a strange direction at that moment, smashing into the other snake's head improperly.

There are two sounds of falling water, one is Changan, and the other is the snake head that was cut off by Qi Qi.

After a while, "Jiaohua" swam up from the water, carrying his saber, leaving behind the body of a two-headed snake and two chopped brains. He squeezed the water on his body casually, so that he was barefoot, passed through a forest lightly, and ran to the small courtyard on the hillside of Beibei, calling out, "Master, I cut a snake . "

Bei Shi was sharpening his knife, and Wen Yan didn't even lift his head. He just looked at the blade intently and said casually, "What's new about you cutting a snake?"

Chang'an thought about it, and there was nothing new, and he said, "I can't drag it, Master, you pick it up, shall we stew it?"

Bei Shi heard that, following him out of the house, he planned to meet and see the snake that the wolf cub could not move ... As a result, he saw the double-headed snake that was bigger than the wooden house where the cub lived. .

Bei Shimuran looked up at this behemoth for a long time, then looked back at this ferocious Jiaohua he raised with his own hands, finally sighed, pressed it **** Changan's head, and cursed: "An animal."

Chang'an blinked dumbly, unknown.

"People look like dogs, why isn't there any human touch?" Bei Shi sighed and unloaded the two-headed snake's body into eight giants, turned it into a beast, and dragged the snake's meat on his body. He took it home—he was not afraid that blood would attract other beasts. There were not many things in the world that dared to covet two-headed snakes ... except for the brave little wolf cub.

Bei Shi introspected himself—a good child, but in his hands for only seven or eight years, how could it grow longer and less ridiculous?

However, Bei Shi thought about it for a while, and really couldn't think of any problems for himself, and finally attributed it to "born"-the boy of Chang'an, except for being unable to transform the beast, was born with a beast embryo.

Chang'an followed, and asked with a puzzled expression: "Master, what is human nature?"

Bei Shi also asked this question. He paused and didn't know how to answer it-what is human nature? People know that they are afraid, they know that they are soft and scary, they know that they have a knife in their laughter, but they are not so much better than animals. When they become beasts, they are no different from ordinary beasts. What drives them is still food and color. Just want it.

Think about it this way, it's human ... but it's really not good, but it's even more shameless.

In the evening, Chang'an took a large piece of snake meat that could not be eaten, wrapped it in antiseptic yellow leaf turf, and went down the mountain.

Since he was able to pick up the sabre with black irons, Bei Shi no longer put restrictions on him, and wherever he went crazy, since then, Chang'an will go down the mountain every ten and a half months and will handle it. The animal skins and flesh are sent to anyone under the mountain, and sometimes they bring the most brilliant flowers.

When Chang'an went up the mountain, he was only seven or eight years old, and another seven or eight years later, he remembered that he had taken care of the people he had only for a few months-only at this time, Bei Shi felt that Changan was a good boy. The Chin Tu newspaper is really much stronger than most people in the world.

When Chang'an grew to seventeen, one day when he came back from the mountain, he saw Bei Shi sitting alone at the gate of the courtyard, holding a bowl of wine from the agar tree, but he did not drink it. I didn't know how long it was, he didn't know that a leaf was floating.

Chang'an vaguely felt that something had happened.

Sure enough, Bei Shi sighed at the teenager with a big hand and said, "Little boy, you have been learning knives with me for ten years. Tomorrow, you can pack up and go down the mountain."

Chang'an didn't expect Bei Shi to say such a thing, and he caught off guard a bit.

Bei Shi said gently: "On Yufeng Mountain, there are only beasts who don't understand anything. You killed even two-headed snakes, and nothing can hone you, but there is something stronger than beasts in this world. Many things, you ca n’t live without seeing ... ”

Chang'an squatted down and suddenly interrupted him and asked, "Master, what are you doing?"

Bei Shi raised his hand and touched his head—Chang'an is not stupid, even very clever, but he lived with him all the year round on this barren hill. He never learned how to be a man. He paused for a moment and said frankly, "I'm leaving If you have a fate in the future, you will see me again if ... "

At this point, his speech came to an abrupt halt, and Bei Shi stood up, glanced at the stained wine, and poured it into the courtyard door, rubbing his apprentice's hair into a bird's nest again.

"There is no endless feast in the world, you will always get used to it." He looked at Chang An and smiled suddenly, "I still blame you little cub."