After returning, Ning Yi wiped his body with the pain. Pei was so distressed that he cleaned the wound for him, applied herbs carefully, and wrapped three bands of bandages on his body, especially his back and waist and abdomen, which were tied tightly.

Then Ning Yi fell into the inn and fell asleep in the inn for a whole day.

The fight outside the corn pile was lifting the knife with force, slashing, running, and running, one scene after another, freezing and stuttering, constantly rushing back in my mind.

In the nightmare, Ning Yi ran numbly, with the sides of his ears... Some people shouted, some people laughed wildly, and he could only chop with a knife. The blade became faster and faster. Cutting people was like chopping wood. After the crisp sound of crackling, all the pain blew out of the wound, and the blood waterfall spread, dyeing his eyes red.

Finally, Ning Yi stopped, raised his hands, feeling his whole body covered with blood.

“Hu, Hu…”

The moment I opened my eyes, a heavy breathing sounded, as if I had fallen into the abyss and fell on the bridge cable.

With a clang, he was crushed to pieces in his dream.

After waking up, I was in reality.

Ning Yi groaned in pain. He was naked on the bed, lying on the bed, the herbs and bandages that were tying the wounds were wet with sweat, and his mind felt sour, as if he had a lifetime ago, and there was no trace of movement in his limbs.

There is a slight pressure on the chest.

He glanced at the head of a girl lying on her chest and snoring. Her hair was dispersed and her hair was slightly erect on the tip of her nose, warm and beautiful.

The scene of murder... is just a dream.

Ning Yi didn't move, just lay quietly, enjoying the rare tranquility.

He turned his head and looked at the mottled sunshine scattered from the window, thinking that he had been sleeping in a drowsy all day, and it was already dusk the next day?

The girl was sleeping heavily, and she seemed very tired.

The slight sound of the door opening came from outside the house. Ning Yi tried hard to sit up and saw Xu Zang wearing a black robe, carrying a food box, put away the wet yellow paper umbrella, and stood casually on the side of the door.

Pei Fan woke up, rubbed his eyes in a daze, sniffed his nose, and said, "It smells so good..."

"Beggar chicken, braised pig's trotters, braised beef, old duck soup, pork buns..." Xu Zang piled four or five food boxes on the wooden table, the aroma was so strong that he smiled and said, "Ning Yi, don't drool, this is for the girl, you only have the portion of buns."

Ning Yixin thought it was true and sighed deeply.

Pei Fan immediately bulged his cheeks and said angrily: "My surname is Xu, if you don't give Ning Yi food, I won't eat it."

Xu Zang smiled and said, "Don't dare," he watched two figures rushing over, quickly letting them aside, sighed, "It's really... a tiger is rushing to eat."

"It's delicious!" Ning Yi took a bite of beggar chicken, his eyes glowed, and he pulled off a chicken leg to Pei Fan.

The girl took a careful bite, her eyes glowing, and said, "Wow... it smells so good."

Xu Zang looked at the young girl who ignored her demeanor and surrounded the table with wind and clouds, feeling a different feeling.

He couldn't help laughing.

A lonely man, a single sword to the world.

The poor boy from Xiling who is following behind his butt seems not that annoying.

To some extent, that poor boy is not poor...at least he has to rely on him to raise himself.

Thinking of this, Xu Zang sighed.

He said quietly: "That day in the corn pile, what did you call me?"

Ning Yi didn't raise his head and said, "A murderer."

Xu Zang was silent and said, "It's not this."

Ning Yi was stunned.

"You said Xu Zang is half of your master?" Xu Zang looked at Ning Yi and asked calmly: "Do you think I am your master?"

Ning Yi stopped tearing the chicken and looked blankly at the man wearing a black robe with no sadness or joy at this time, not knowing whether to nod or shake his head.

Zhou You wanted to accept himself as his disciple, but Xu Zang stopped him.

Xu Zang said he wanted to teach himself a sword technique that fell from the sky.

Xu Zang also said that he would teach himself to kill.

Did the day the corn pile have already begun?

If not...what is the relationship between me and Xu Zang?

Ning Yi subconsciously chewed the shredded chicken meat, then took a mouthful of duck soup with oily flowers, and said solemnly: "You said you want to teach me to kill."

Xu Zang said: "Murder is a very simple thing. You learned it yesterday."

"The weak are afraid of the strong, the strong are afraid of the arrogant, and the arrogant are afraid of the desperate." Xu Zang looked at Ning Yi and said, "Murdering is a life-deserving thing. If you sacrifice your life, you are more cruel than everyone else. You can suppress them and kill them."

Ning Yi didn't know what to say.

"You have learned it."

This is not the first time Ning Yi has heard of it. He is not a fool and knows what it means.

When I went to the blacksmith shop in Qingbai City to make a living, the blacksmith said to himself, "The skills of blacksmiths are... You have learned it, don't stay in my shop."

But Ning Yi only stayed for one day, and he swung the hammer to do the work all day, but he didn't learn anything.

He is a teenager who only knows how to do his best.

There is no choice but to do so.

It takes ten years to learn to make a blacksmith.

Killing takes longer.

Xu Zang's words were just a perfunctory sentence.

You have learned it, and I don’t need to teach it anymore... In this way, it is actually a perfunctory approach.

Ning Yi wanted to say a lot, but in the end he couldn't say anything. He could only look at Xu Zang dryly, with some strange expression in his eyes, and it became darker, and finally said awkwardly: "What do you mean... do you want to drive me away?"

Xu Zang frowned, not quite understanding what Ning Yi meant.

In his opinion, isn't this the most obvious meaning?

The man with the snow on his back was sitting on the chair, looking at the boy strangely, and said with a long interval between them: "Of course... not."

Ning Yi was a little confused.

"Murder can be divided into many kinds." Xu Zang looked at Ning Yi and frowned and said, "People can kill people, swords can kill people, ants can kill people, and lions can kill people. What you have learned... is just the most superficial and straightforward way of killing people by hooligans and rogues in the city. Fighting fiercely, I want to teach you how to kill people, how can you teach you such a low-level way?"

"The strategist kills people, and regards the world as a chessboard. The soldiers do not have bloody blades, and they float thousands of miles of land, and they bleed and drift away from the oars."

"A swordsman can kill people within three feet of the emperor's clothes."

"A reckless man was angry and blood splattered five steps, killing the sky, killing the earth, killing the imperial power, and killing himself."

"There are many ants to kill the elephant, and the imperial power is afraid of the common people... This world is fair, life and death are at both ends of the balance, and the action called "kill" is not only a weight that affects the balance, but also an act of overturning the balance."

"It's hard to survive, but it's easy to die." Xu Zang said calmly: "Use rules and ignore rules, this is the principle of all 'killing'."

Ning Yi was shocked and surprised when he heard these remarks, sighed and was silent, as if he saw a door to a new world slowly opening to him...

I never thought that there are so many things to pay attention to when killing people.

No wonder Xu Zang said that he only knows how to kill people, and he is very good at killing people.

"You should think about the first time killing someone, what are the shortcomings of your performance yesterday."

Ning Yi was silent for a moment.

He raised his head, looked at Xu Zang, and said seriously: "I should kill the bandit leader first. No matter what, I cannot be stabbed. If they fight desperately, I will be injured and dragged on. I will definitely be the one who dies... So I should first show the enemy to be weak and defeat them with wisdom."

Xu Zang's face was silent and he said, "Continue."

Ning Yi hesitated for a moment and said, "I didn't think about it... If I do it again, I will use the bone flute to kill people and grab the knife. I can kill the bandit leader as soon as possible, and I should be able to continue to fight."

Xu Zang said: "Learn deeper and think about the essential reasons, you are only a little bit away."

Ning Yi gritted his teeth, but he couldn't think of how to solve it.

"There are three or six or nine levels of practitioners. Those in the third level of the first level cannot defeat the third level, while those in the third level of the middle level cannot defeat the third level. Those who break through the ten level can crush everyone below. The means and weapons of killing can only make up for a small part of the gap... The fundamental reason why you can't think of a solution is because you are too weak." Xu Zang's voice was a little smile and he joked: "If I don't practice and put me in your position, I can only do this."

Ning Yi was silent.

Pei Fan suddenly muttered, "Then yesterday you said that if Ning Yi was like you were sixteen years old, he would have killed them all long ago."

Xu Zang smiled and said, "I learned swords from your father at the age of six, and started killing people at the age of eight. Although I didn't start practicing, I was alone when I was ten, and I was holding a bunch of horse bandits."

Pei Fan rolled his eyes, held the porcelain bowl in both hands, and continued to mumble silently and drink duck soup.

"Ning Yi...I teach you to kill people because I don't think I can't live for too long. It would be a pity if I don't leave anything behind." Xu Zang suddenly said softly: "Remember, you and I don't have the reality of being a master or disciple."

Ning Yi's heart moved, and after opening his lips, he wanted to speak but stopped.

He thought to himself, it seemed that Xu Zang didn't want to be related to him.

The next second, the man carrying Xiaoxue suddenly took off his long sword, put it on his knees, and asked seriously: "But are you willing to enter my Shushan?"

The boy was stunned, and for a moment, he didn't understand what Xu Zang meant.

"In one month, I can protect you from entering the first realm." Xu Zang pressed his hands on both ends of the snow and said lightly: "The Zixuan Heart Method of the Taoist Sect is suitable for the practice of the first three realms. No matter how you make a choice, I will give you the subsequent exercises. Entering my Shushan, Shushan will not give you anything, but I, Xu Zang, will treat you as a very important relative... When Zhao Rui dies, I will teach him all my money. If one day I die, then this snow will be left to you."

At the end of the day, men's words are very light.
To be continued...