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Everyone said it was a demon knife.

Knife: Length, three feet one inch and two cents; width, three inches and one cent; weight, sixty-six catties and seven taels of seven cents; cast of black iron, hair will break when blown, and will not rust after being soaked in water.

Few people know its origin, and since it appeared in the world, many people just call it the Demon Sword.

A precious sword is not a person, it is difficult to speak without words, and it is difficult to argue with words. It cannot tell the world. It just came from an inconspicuous iron shop. The person who cast it should not be a famous craftsman, because no one came to ask for a sword all day long. .

It also knows one thing. In the past 60 years, this iron shop has only produced its own knife.

The knife maker doesn't know his name, so let's call him nameless for now.

Wuming hates force very much, and he doesn't even like swords. Most of the objects he casts are for daily use, but each piece is exquisite and durable, which is extraordinary.

Legend has it that his wife and children were murdered by wicked people, and they died with a long sword. Later, he killed his enemy with a sword, avoided the government's investigation, hid in a remote place, and made a living by making iron. For decades, no one Listen to him speak.

One day, a man from Jianghu heard about his ability, came here and gave Wuming a piece of black iron.

Black iron is different from ordinary iron, it is the most precious treasure in the world, as long as a small piece of black iron is added to any weapon forging, it will no longer be an ordinary weapon, let alone such a large piece.

If he was a martial artist, he would definitely be jealous when he saw such a large piece of black iron, but Wuming was just an ordinary person, he only knew how to forge iron, and he didn't know how much coveting such a piece of black iron would attract in the Jianghu, so the Jianghu The man gave him the black iron, and he was very relieved.

He asked Wuming to give him a big knife and promised a lot of money.

How can a person who hates swords make swords?Nameless flatly refused.

This Jianghu man is also a devil, he fled to this place, there is no other trustworthy person to entrust him with, forcing Wuwei to forge a knife for him.

Forge a knife, or die, there are only two choices.

As I said before, Wuming is just an ordinary person. Although he hates swords, he still wants his life. Under pressure, he can only follow his words and make swords for others.

It is not difficult to make a knife, but the difficulty is how to forge a precious sword that is rare in the world with black iron.

Although Wuming hates swords and sharp weapons, he is really a rare genius in the world. His wife and children were killed by knives, and his hands have killed people with knives. He has stared at the blades more than once, not knowing the passage of time.

He is full of hatred for the knife—this weapon.

Things in the world are so ironic. People always know their enemies better. Its sharpness, its cruelty, every reflection, every arc, the best appearance, and the most hurtful appearance have long been in the unknown. repeated in my mind.

He was forging what he hated most.

Hatred is engraved into the blade with every knock, every flame beat, he hates, why can't his fate be controlled by himself!He hated why he wanted to forge the most disgusting thing!

It was the night of the full moon, and Wuming finally took the long knife and slashed at the Jianghu devil. He was naturally no match for the Jianghu people, and was finally killed by the long knife he made. Before he died, he finally said a word—— —

kill.

The long knife was stained with blood, and flew up from Wuming's hand. In an instant, the black knife was full of red light, covering the moonlight. catch.

The blade spun a few times in the air, fell down quickly, and accidentally inserted into his neck.

The devil drew out his knife and roared, dead.

Between the two corpses, only the bloody knife remained on the ground, burning in a pool of blood and flames.

Perhaps, as early as the moment Wuming agreed to forge a knife for the devil, he had already decided to do so, and at the last moment, use a knife he made himself.

Later, this knife was picked up by passers-by, and it was thrown into the rivers and lakes. It is said that those who get this knife will be infected with hostility, encounter unforeseen misfortunes, and eventually end up decapitated.

So everyone calls it the demon knife.

These are all it heard later, it does not know why the world would say that, in fact, it is just a knife.

It doesn't know why people in the world call it a demon sword. People who used to hold it are all brave and ruthless people. Such a person is in the world, even if he doesn't have it by his side, he will end up like that sooner or later.

Why vent your anger on it?

It really doesn't know how "people" think. In its world, there are only life and death, it's as simple as that.

I don't know how many years have passed, during the years of being called the demon knife, it has been in the hands of different people, and it has been stained with the blood of an unknown number of people. One day, it fell into the hands of a young man.

The face reflected on the blade had a pair of sharp eyes, like the light of a knife, he seemed very happy, and tried the knife on his own wrist first, the wound was deep enough to see the bone, and blood flowed profusely in an instant.

The boy was very surprised, he didn't expect the knife to be so sharp, it thought he would be afraid.

"Good knife!" He didn't see any shock, but actually laughed, with a very happy look, patted the blade, held it high with one hand, and let the blood stay, "I will call you to cover the sun!"

With a shake of his hand, he danced the long knife, and the sun reflected a red color on the knife, dark as blood, covering the sky and the sun.

From this moment on, it has a name, it is Zheri.

In the following years, the name Zheri became more and more famous. Along with the name of the knife holder, it became known to more and more people. Gradually, no one still remembered that it used to be a "demon knife" .

The boy with the knife was later called Yingshuai by everyone.

Yingshuai, Nangong Cangao.

He left the Nangong aristocratic family, created the Yingxiao League, and dominated the world. Even the imperial court had to look at this young man who was so unruly that he didn't seem to care about the government.

He took the lead in solving strange cases and captured many thieves. He acted unruly, free and easy, and was envied by men and women. No matter what difficulties and setbacks he encountered, as long as he wanted to do, there seemed to be nothing he couldn't do.

He is a legend on the rivers and lakes.

No one has seen him cry, not even when the great general Nangong Jin died.Nangong Jin, that was his father.

It doesn't know whether he shed tears that day when he sat on the roof holding the wine jar all night, it only knows that since that day, he never let it out of his sight.

He always has a knife at his hand, on the bedside, by his pillow, and at his waist. Even when he takes a bath and falls asleep, it never leaves him within arm's reach.

Something is changing, it knows.

Afterwards, he left the Nangong family, no matter how his family persuaded, opposed, questioned, and even made harsh words, he laughed three times and left without any explanation.

It didn't know why he was laughing, it was clearly not that happy in his heart, there was something very heavy in his heart, so heavy that no one should be able to laugh anymore.

But he is Nangong Cangao, no one can tell the difference from him.He could still drink, he could laugh, he was discreet and impeccable.

Until one day, a man in a wheelchair appeared.

It has never seen such a heart, which is hot and cold, cold like ice thorns, hot like flames, sometimes it is barren, leaving nothing but emptiness, and sometimes it is full of thorns, as if it wants to entangle and shred everyone.

It was a deep hatred, just like the Wuming who cast it back then—no, it was stronger than the hatred in Wuming's heart!

It couldn't help trembling, and hummed at that moment.

This is the resonance deep in the soul. Although it is just a knife, not a person, it is still trembling because of excitement and fear.

This man is very dangerous, and this danger comes from his soul. Is a human being who can resonate with the soul of the sword still a human being?

Everyone should stay away from him!If it is a demon sword, it is not a mortal who resonates with it!Half of his soul is already dead!stay away from him!He will drag everyone around him into Hades hell!

There was a flash of red light on the blade, and Nangong Cangao didn't miss it. Several times before encountering great danger, it occasionally glowed red, as if to warn him that the road ahead was dangerous.

He already knew that man was tantamount to danger, so he walked over.

It knows that it has been like this since he was a teenager, Nangong Cang Ao has never been a person who follows the rules, and sometimes he even has a special interest in dangerous things.

It also knew that just as it sensed the darkness in this man's heart, Nangong Cang Ao also felt it.

Like it, he saw the bottomless darkness in the man's eyes.

That man's name is Jun Zhanran, and people call him Lord Jun.

Wulou, Jun Zhanran.Guishou Wushuang, Jun, Zhan, Ran.

And then, everything changed...

Did this relationship originate from curiosity at first, or from a competitive heart, or did they use each other to get what they needed, as outsiders said?It doesn't know, there are many things it doesn't know.

It just saw that Nangong Cang Ao, who was beside Jun Zhanran, really laughed, from the bottom of his heart.

It only saw them drinking together, it felt the sound of the piano, and it also felt the emotions in the sound of the piano, no matter whether it is love or hate, at least Jun Zhanran is still a living person.

It thought Nangong Cangao would be dragged into the bottomless abyss by Jun Zhanran, but he didn't.

He was very good at creating accidents, and in the end, he turned Jun Zhanran into a "mortal".

Yes, just like he made him no longer a "demon sword".

There were disputes, entanglements, bad words between them, and lingering on the bed. Later, Jun Zhanran no longer used a wheelchair, and later Jun Zhanran and Nangong Cangao chose to face the hatred in their hearts .

It turned out that the darkness in his eyes came from a shocking secret.

It followed them to foreign countries, experienced fire, fell into death, and encountered overwhelming poisonous insects. Perhaps no one knew why those poisonous insects were afraid of it at that time. Nangong Cangao did not delve into it, and regarded it as the spirituality of a precious sword.

In fact, he is not wrong, but it is not "spirituality", but "toxicity".With the hatred that Wuming penetrated into the blade again and again, that resentment has always been sleeping deep in its soul.

This bloody evil spirit, the resentment of all the souls who died from this knife, is enough to make all poisonous insects retreat.

They can all sense that danger is approaching, just like insects and ants will migrate before natural disasters, and they are in awe of it.

Nangong Cangao must have felt its danger since the day he got it, but he has never been affected by it. He has known its past for a long time, but he has never been in awe of it.

It has never understood why this person is so convinced that he is an exception?Is this fearlessness, or arrogance?

But the facts have proved that he has always been an exception, and he is indeed qualified to be arrogant. He can actually ask an emperor who is about to ascend the throne to give up his power for him.

Maybe, Jun Zhanran had already calculated it, he never planned to become emperor, anyway, after that, he didn't know much, because Nangong Cangao, who always brought him with him, no longer had a knife. not leave the body.

Everything is settled, today, it is lying here, leaning against the bed, while Nangong Cang Ao is outside the door.

He no longer needs to see his knife all the time.

The door suddenly opened and then closed again, and the voices outside the door were transferred to the room just now.The clothes fell to the ground, and then the two of them breathed. Jun Zhanran's voice was no longer as steady as usual.

"It seems to be Xiao Hu..."

"So? What did Zhan Ran want to say? Who was the one who lost face?" Nangong Cang Ao had a smile in his breath, and the bed was suddenly under heavy pressure, and his breathing became more rapid.

"I don't know, I don't intend to think about it, I just want to see you..." The earnest tone is completely different from that in front of outsiders. If there are other people present, you must not believe it.