The small grocery room was dilapidated and crude, with farm tools and various household appliances piled up. It was no different from an ordinary farmer's home.
But in such an ordinary utility room, there was a knife hanging.
An extraordinary knife.
The knife is three feet and seven inches long, with a flawless blade. It dissipates the cold air, giving people a cold feeling in the room, as if the knife is made of ice that has not melted for thousands of years.
However, such a peerless sword should have caused a bloody storm in the world, and should have been regarded as a magic sword by swordsmen all over the world.
But now, it is being left idle. The blade was covered in dust, and the blade no longer had the cold edge it once had. The cobweb dust covered up all its past glory.
There is also a little doll standing in the grocery room. It looks handsome and cute, especially the aura contained in the eyebrows, which cannot be concealed no matter what.
There was curiosity and eagerness to try on the round face.
He was curious about how it would feel to hold the knife, and he was also curious about how heavy the knife was.
He had seen his father holding a knife, chopping firewood and logging, which was very different from ordinary farmers. Light and agile, devastating, full of power and grace.
"Little Nie Feng, did you hear Dao's sigh?"
At this moment, a soft voice sounded.
The child named Nie Feng was startled.
Nie Feng turned around and saw an extra person in the utility room. He was dressed in black and stood with his hands behind his back. His whole body seemed to be filled with otherworldly energy.
"Uncle, who are you?" Nie Feng blinked, but he was not afraid of the sudden appearance of this person.
"I, I am 'I'." The man in black smiled and made a Zen move that children could not understand.
Nie Feng asked curiously: "Uncle, why did you say the knife was sighing?"
The young man in black said calmly: "Do you know the name of this knife?"
Nie Feng shook his head.
The man in black said: "The name of the sword is Xue Yin, and it is the coldest thing in the world. It is made of the white dew left by Nuwa to mend the sky. Snow will be seen when the sword comes out. No blood will be seen when killing people, just because the blood has not been spilled, it has already been Condensed by the coldness of the sword! Such a precious sword cannot drink the blood of the world's heroes, and the pearl is covered with dust. If the sword has spirit, how can it not sigh."
Nie Feng was just a child and did not understand the meaning of the visitor's words.
But the moment the man in black finished speaking, he felt a sad aura of self-pity from Xue Yin Knife.
Nie Feng was no stranger to this kind of aura, it was often revealed when his mother Yan Ying frowned slightly.
"Feng'er, who are you talking to?"
At this moment, a gentle voice sounded.
After finishing speaking, a graceful and slender figure walked into the utility room.
Like Xue Yin Dao, this woman should never appear in the farmhouse right now.
Because she is so beautiful, as beautiful as a dream, her face is extremely beautiful, and her eyes are charming. The skin is as smooth as jade, but fairer and softer than jade. Her nose, her mouth, her eyes...all are beautiful and full of temptation.
Is there such a beauty in the world?
Coarse linen clothes can't cover the ice, muscles and jade bones, and a little smoke can't hide the stunning beauty of the city.
If she is said to be the most beautiful woman in the world, few people would object.
And she is also the most beautiful woman in the world in the past - Yan Ying.
This beautiful woman, like Xue Yin, belongs to the same man.
A once all-powerful swordsman in the world - "King Nie Ren" of Beiyin Kuangdao.
"Who are you?" Yan Ying covered her mouth with her delicate hands, showing a look of surprise.
But those beautiful eyes suddenly lit up. As the most beautiful woman, the reason why she chose to marry King Nie was because she loved King Nie's majesty and admired his majesty as the leader of swordsmen. Who knew that she would be with Nie Ren? After the king of human beings got married, the other party actually chose to close the sword and return home, which made her feel sad.
But in the past, she was the most beautiful woman in the world, and she never touched the spring water. Now she has become an unknown peasant woman who spends all her time doing laundry and cooking.
There is no doubt that Yan Ying is tired of such an ordinary life.
And the person in front of him was an extraordinary person at first glance.
In any case, it can bring a little excitement and comfort to this lonely life.
Yu Liancheng did not speak, but patted Nie Feng's little head and said with a smile: "Go and find your father. I have something to discuss with him."
"Ouch."
Nie Feng didn't know why he listened to this man's words, and after greeting Yan Ying in a daze, he ran out the door.
Yu Liancheng then turned around and smiled at Yan Ying and said, "Mrs. Nie, when guests come to your door, there is no tea served. This is not the way to treat guests."
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It was noon, the sun was blazing in the sky, and the earth was exuding a stifling heat.
The farmers were working in the fields, and they were all sweating profusely.
Although a middle-aged man is also farming, he seems to be out of tune with other farmers.
But I saw that this man had a beard and long hair spread out. He looked like an ordinary farmer, but his eyebrows exuded a straight and upright aura.
When you face this person directly, you will feel like you are encountering a tiger.
And it is a fierce tiger among tigers.
This man turned out to be Nie Feng's father - "Northern Drinking Sword" King Nie Ren.
King Nie Ren's clothes were soaked and his forehead was covered with sweat, but he had no complaints.
After he married Yan Ying, he retired to the countryside and never set foot in the world again. Because he believes that only by returning to the ordinary can he find true happiness. And if he continues to wander around the world and become the all-powerful Nie King, it will bring disaster to Yan Ying sooner or later. But for some reason, he noticed that Yan Ying didn't seem happy.
And increasingly unhappy.
But King Nie Ren believed that Yan Ying would one day experience the happiness of a peaceful life.
Today, King Nie Renwang's peaceful life will be broken.
Because of the appearance of a person.
This is a neatly groomed middle-aged man, dressed in red, as if he is another scorching sun on the ground.
He held a long sword in his hand. Although the long sword was not out of its sheath, it actually gave people a fiery aura, as if what was hidden in the scabbard was not a sword but a ball of flame.
"Nan Lin Sword Head, Bei Yin Crazy Sword. One sword, one sword, one south and one north. I don't know how many people in the world want to know who will win and who will lose when you and I meet?!" The middle-aged man slowly walked to King Nie. He stepped forward and said calmly: "King Nie Ren, you are a good opponent that I can hardly find in my life. You must not want Xue Yin Dao to be lonely, just like I can't bear to let Huo Lin Jian be lonely."
The person who came was none other than Duan Shuai, the "Nanlin Swordsman" who was as famous as King Nie.
However, King Nie paid no attention to him and just continued farming.
"King Nie Ren, as a swordsman, don't you have the pride to pick up the Snow Drinking Sword and challenge me." Duan Shuai snorted coldly, and his breath was released, and his whole body exuded a fire like a furnace. The high temperature actually caused the surrounding temperature to rise suddenly, as if walking into a desert.
King Nie still ignored him.
Duan Shuai frowned even more tightly.
He spent a lot of effort to find the current King Nie, but he didn't expect him to be like this, with no fighting spirit.
Duan Shuai was just about to further mock the opponent to stimulate his fighting spirit, when he saw a child rushing over at a brisk pace.
Even though Duan Shuai was slightly surprised, this kid, who was only five or six years old, had actually developed an impressive level of light kung fu. Given time, who else in the world can surpass him in Qinggong?
"Daddy, daddy." The child's voice has not yet arrived.
"Feng'er, what's wrong?" King Nie Ren raised his head and asked.
"Someone came to the house and asked me to come to you and discuss something with you." Xiao Nie Feng panted slightly.
King Nie frowned slightly: "Who is that?"
"It's a good-looking uncle in black. Feng'er doesn't recognize him. The uncle in black looked at the snow drinking knife hanging on the wall and said something that Feng'er couldn't understand. He's still waiting for you at home." Nie Wind channel.
"Look at the sword, Xue Yin Dao." King Nie Renwang frowned even more. Nie Feng didn't know the name of Xue Yin Dao. It seemed that the uninvited guest told him.
And people who know this name are probably just looking for trouble again. After hearing that the other party was still at home, King Nie Ren's heart skipped a beat and he suddenly thought of Yan Ying.
"Ying, wait for me."
King Nie undoubtedly placed Yan Ying in the most important position in his heart. He was so anxious that he did not care about revealing his identity. He picked up Nie Feng and used the Nie family's steps to turn it into an extremely fast and furious tornado. Rush home.
"Heh, interesting."
Duan Shuai's eyes lit up, he deployed his body skills and followed closely.
Duan Shuai's physical skills were inferior to King Nie's, but King Nie was holding Nie Feng, so the two of them rushed to Nie's house almost at the same time.
When he arrived at Nie's house, the first thing King Nie heard was a burst of laughter that sounded like the sound of nature, which made him enchanted.
Naturally, King Nie could tell that this was Yan Ying's charming smile.
After returning to seclusion, Yan Ying barely smiled at all except for a slightly forced smile in front of Nie Feng, and she had never let out such a cheerful laugh.
King Nie Ren felt a little at peace, at least his wife was not in danger.
Then, he opened the door and saw his beloved wife Yan Ying and a handsome young man in black sitting opposite each other.
The young man in black had an ethereal and unpredictable meaning, which immediately made King Nie Ren, who had been licking blood at the edge of a knife for decades, understand that the other party was a top master.
At this time, the young man in black was holding Yan Ying's delicate hand. He didn't know what he said, but it actually made the latter giggle and make her flowers tremble.
King Nie Ren felt slightly cold. He quickly spread out his body skills, pulled up Yan Ying, and protected her behind him. Then he stared at Yu Liancheng: "I wonder who you are? What do you do with King Nie Ren?"
"Brother Nie, don't worry. I just showed Mrs. Nie's palm."
Yu Liancheng smiled slightly and stood up slowly, his sleeves hanging down like dark clouds: "As for why I came to you, I came for the Xue Yin Sword. You were also the world-famous Bei Yin Kuang Sword, so you should understand your intentions. The reason why Bi Qi is a sin is that the Xue Yin Dao is a divine weapon in this world. If you want to go into seclusion and keep it to cause trouble, why not give it to me."
King Nie said: "The Snow Drinking Knife was passed down from our ancestors. Nie dare not give it away casually."
Yu Liancheng turned his eyes to Nie Feng and smiled: "I have heard about the Nie family's crazy blood for generations. Once the crazy blood attacks, although the strength will skyrocket, the temperament will change drastically, full of violence, as if possessed by a demon. It's better. I'll make a deal with you, I'll help you remove the demonic nature of the mad blood in Nie Feng's body, but you can preserve the power in the mad blood, and you will hand over the Snow Drinking Knife to me, what do you think?"
King Nie frowned slightly and looked at Yu Liancheng with a pair of tiger eyes. After a long while, he slowly uttered six words: "How can I trust you!?"
Many years ago, the fire unicorn ravaged the earth and brought disaster to the people.
The ancestor of the Nie family fought with the Fire Qilin for six days and six nights, and finally stabbed the Fire Qilin, but accidentally swallowed its blood. After that, while his skill increased greatly, a strong terrifying and murderous intention emerged from his body.
This is the origin of the Nie family's crazy blood.
The Nie family has been suffering from mad blood for generations, and they have tried many methods for this. Even the Ice Heart Jue can only barely resist the madness of mad blood.
But this man said that he could expel the demonic nature in the mad blood. How could King Nie believe it?
Yu Liancheng smiled slightly and turned his eyes to Duan Shuai in front of the door: "The first Duan Shuai of Nanlin Sword?"
Duan Shuai looked slightly stern: "It's Duan."
Yu Liancheng's eyes gradually moved down and looked at the long sword with a green hilt: "I think this is the rumored Fire Lin Sword. I wonder if I can borrow the sword for a look?"
"Okay, come and get it?" A sneer appeared at the corner of Duan Shuai's mouth, he raised the long sword in his hand, and a trace of murderous intent emerged. For a swordsman, the sword in his hand is never something borrowed for others to look at casually.
If you want to see it, you have to pay the price.
——The price of life!
"Okay, I'll get it."
The next moment, Yu Liancheng appeared in front of Duan Shuai.
Unexpectedly, Duan Shuai's expression changed slightly, and he choked, using the most powerful form of "Sun Eclipse Sword Technique", Fire Scale Eclipse Sun.
This sword is really impressive. The sword net is as tight as a dark cloud covering it, and it is as dense as the eclipsing sun. Moreover, every sword energy was filled with scorching heat, like waves of fire.
King Nie next to him had a solemn look on his face. This handsome man was indeed the Nanlin Swordshead who was as famous as him, and his strength was indeed impressive.
And he has been farming all day long these years and is obsessed with farm work, so he may not be a match for this person.
Yu Liancheng sighed.
With a sigh, a slender and shiny hand moved towards the sword net, and suddenly the sword net shrouded like a dark cloud was torn open and headed straight towards Duan Shuai.
The next moment, Duan Shuai suddenly felt an incomparable force coming towards him, and the weapon in his hand had been released.
"The Fire Lin Sword is not bad at all."
Yu Liancheng grabbed the hilt of the sword and played with it twice.
The moment his hand touched the hilt of the sword, he faintly felt a ferocious aura coming from the sword and impacting his mind. The Fire Qilin Sword is inlaid with the scales of the Fire Qilin, which can generate incredible power on its own, helping the person holding the sword to improve his skills. However, the longer the sword is held, the sword will control the human heart, and evil thoughts will become abundant and difficult to extricate oneself.
Of course, for Yu Liancheng, this little bit of demonic thought can only be said to be like a fly shaking a tree.
"You, who are you..."
Duan Shuai's face was pale, and he snatched away the Fire Lin Sword with one move, which even the mighty tyrants on the side could not do.
"You ask me?" Yu Liancheng chuckled and said like a riddle: "I am 'me'."
Duan Shuai was startled for a moment, then seemed to remember something and trembled: "You come from Wushuang City?"
Yu Liancheng smiled and nodded.
"It turns out it's you!'." Duan Shuai couldn't help but take two steps back, his pupils dilated, and his tone began to tremble: "The fourteenth is panic, panic!"
"Brother Shen!"
"Um!"
When Shen Changqing walks on the road, whenever he encounters familiar people, he will say hello or nod to each other.
But no matter who it is.
There was no unnecessary expression on everyone's face, as if they were indifferent to everything.
To this.
Shen Changqing has become accustomed to it.
Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, an organization that maintains the stability of the Qin Dynasty. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters. Of course, there are also some other side jobs.
It can be said.
Everyone in the Demon Suppression Division has a lot of blood on their hands.
When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.
When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but he got used to it over time.
The Demon-Suppressing Division is huge.
Those who can stay in the Demon Suppressing Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.
Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.
Among them, the Demon Suppressor Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian Envoy and the other is the Demon Slayer.
Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Department starts from the lowest level as a demon slayer.
Then he will be promoted step by step, and he is expected to eventually become a guardian envoy.
Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level among the demon slayers.
Possessing the memory of a previous life.
He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.
It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of a loft.
Unlike other places in the Demon Suppressing Division that were full of chills, the attic here seemed to stand out from the crowd, showing a different kind of tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppressing Division.
At this time, the attic door was open, and occasionally people came in and out.
Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment before stepping in.
Enter the attic.
The environment changes in vain.
The fragrance of ink mixed with the faint smell of blood hit his face, making him frown instinctively, but then relaxed it quickly.
There is almost no way to cleanse away the smell of blood on everyone in the Demon-Suppressing Division.
