chewing dragon

Chapter 1
The moon is in the middle of the sky, and it is bright and clear.

Qi Jingzhi sat on a stone bench in the yard, held a sharp knife with bull's ears horizontally between his eyebrows with both hands, and looked at it carefully under the moonlight.

This knife is only about a foot long, with a narrow body and a thin blade, and the tip of the knife is even sharper, obviously it has been carefully polished.

Sharp, sharp, and glowing with a palpitating cold light.

The hemp rope wrapped around the handle of the knife is an old thing, soaked in blood long ago, showing an ugly black-red color.

Qi Jingzhi slowly turned the blade, his eyes were focused, his expression was serious and calm, without the slightest bit of impetuous jumping that fifteen or sixteen-year-olds often have.

His eyebrows and eyes were straight, and his eyes were even more radiant. Even though he was only wearing coarse linen clothes with rough stitches and bad wear, he still couldn't hide his vigor.

Perhaps because of the frequent exposure to the wind and the sun, the young man's skin was a little rough, and his complexion was a little darker. Now illuminated by the bright moonlight, it revealed a bit of topaz-like warm luster.

After a while, Qi Jingzhi bent down and lowered his head, scooped some clear water from the bucket beside him, poured it on the knife with his backhand, and then pressed the blade of the knife on the whetstone between his feet.

"Huo... Huo..."

The sound of sharpening the knife began to sound regularly, short, dull, and repeated.

I don't know how long it has passed, but Qi Jingzhi's forehead is already covered with sweat, but his movements are always firm and powerful, with an indomitable determination to move forward.

"What do you do sharpening your knife in the middle of the night?"

Suddenly an old voice came from the main room behind the boy.

Then the door was pushed open from the inside, and an old man came out in a coat and stood behind Qi Jingzhi.

Most of the old man's sideburns have turned white, but he is tall and tall, with a straight back, and he does not appear to be stooped at all, but his face seems to be sickly and slightly dull.

When he saw the knife in the young man's hand, he couldn't help showing surprise on his face: "It turned out to be this one? Since you were young, you treasured it tightly, wrapped it carefully and sealed it in a box, and liked to talk to it when you were fine. I have to hug him in my arms when I sleep, and I can't even touch Grandpa easily, so why are you willing to take it out today and polish it hard?"

The young man froze for a moment, then returned to normal, and said indifferently, "Who made my father only think about it? He gave me this knife, so I can use it? I remember Master said, this knife has really seen blood, it is very convenient for peeling the skin and gouging out the heart, and it can also ward off evil spirits?"

Hearing this, the old man Qi's expression became more and more complicated, and he said in a muffled voice: "Where is the evil? Which is the evil? You are not old, your temperament is not young, and your heart is like a needle! Dou, no matter how sharp you sharpen this knife, what good will it do?"

"Anyway, I can't sleep, so I just want to find some work to do, so as not to think about it wildly. Grandpa taught me this method."

Qi Jingzhi still didn't look back, and said with a smile while sharpening his knife: "Don't blame me, grandpa. Didn't you toss and turn on the couch most of the night? If you slept soundly, I wouldn't sharpen your knife to disturb you. Today The doctor said, the injury on your back is not healed yet, you need to rest and sleep more..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by the old man Qi's cold snort: "It's just twenty spine sticks, I haven't paid attention to your grandfather. After recuperating at home for so many days, it's already okay. But you …There are thoughts in my heart that I shouldn’t have, and if I really want to have an attack, it’s not just a simple injury.”

Qi Jingzhi smiled when he heard the words, and didn't answer the old man Qi's remarks, but changed the subject: "Grandfather, I went to the city during the day to deliver game to the big households in the county, and I heard that the tigers in Nangang killed more than a dozen people." Even the hunters sent by the county government to hunt tigers died, and the commercial road to the south of the county was completely cut off this time."

When the old man heard this, his face showed a bit of anger, and his voice became louder: "I told the county a month ago that the tiger in Nangang can recognize organs and avoid traps, so I'm afraid it has become a master. It is definitely not something that a few hunters can provoke, and it is only reasonable to go to the county to ask for help."

"Master Xianzun was supposed to nod, but Dian Shi is a stunned young man who just took office. He wanted to show off his tricks, saying that the old man was retreating in front of the battle and bewitching the crowd... Hey, twenty spine sticks are nothing, he is the imperial court official. If you want to fight, you will fight, and you will only kill so many lives in vain, what a crime!"

It's not the first time Qi Jingzhi has heard the old man mention this matter, he is still a little unbelievable when he is angry: "Grandfather always said that the tiger is unusual, but if there are really monsters and ghosts in this world, I will follow you anyway." I have been running wild in the mountains for several years, why have I never seen it before?"

"How old are you, how dare you say anything rampant? Grandpa, when I was fighting for my life on the battlefield, did I not see any evil things? Jackals, tigers and leopards were eaten up in the pile of corpses, and even their eyes were the same as those of ordinary beasts. It's different, if the team meets them, it will be a dead word!"

The old man Qi looked at his grandson who was eager to try, and said sternly: "That fierce tiger on Nangang is a savage, no matter whether it is a monster or a monster, our grandson and grandson just need to stay away from it."

"Even if you can hide from the first day of the junior high school, I'm afraid you won't be able to hide from the fifteenth day!"

Qi Jingzhi suddenly stopped sharpening his knife, looked back at the old man Qi, and said seriously: "Grandpa has hated the classics and history, and that guy doesn't seem like a man with a stomach, although he avoided it with the excuse of being seriously injured. But now the tiger is getting more and more serious, our family is a hunter, and sooner or later the task of hunting the tiger will fall on our head..."

The boy said later, there was a bit of coldness in his eyes and in his tone: "It is said that people do not hurt the tiger's will, but the tiger is harmful to the heart. If we don't make some preparations early, then it will be up to him to control it in vain." To die?"

The old man Qi was mature and well-versed in the world, so he naturally understood the meaning of his grandson's words.

He was silent for a moment, then sighed: "No matter which tiger, our grandparents can't afford to provoke it. It's also my fault. I shouldn't have taught you bows, knives, fists, and feet, and raised your temperament so wildly. I didn't know the heights of heaven and earth since I was a child." You are the only seedling in our family, unless it is absolutely necessary, you must not do those acts of anger and suicide!"

After saying this, the old man Qi didn't wait for his grandson to agree, he turned angrily into the house, slammed the door, and finally said: "It's your grandfather who wants to do it, I'll come first!"

After a short time, there was loud snoring in the room.

Qi Jingzhi smiled knowingly, finally stopped sharpening the knife, sat up straight on the stone bench, and looked forward in silence.

The village where their grandfather and grandson live is called Shanqian Village, which is located on the outskirts of Xiaosong Mountain to the west of the county seat.

The courtyard where I live is built on an unnamed hill, occupying a flat land halfway up the mountain on the sunny slope, with a very wide view.

The young man looked over the fence and looked at the ten thousand hectares of pine forest bathed in the brilliance of the bright moon. In his ears, he could hear the howling night wind, the bursting waves of pines, and the faint sound of wolves howling and monkeys crying.

As he watched and listened like this, most of the hostility in his heart was suddenly dispelled, and a heroic spirit was born again, filling his heart.

Mountain hunters earn their lives with bows and knives in their hands. Tigers, leopards and jackals are nothing more than food in their stomachs and clothes on their bodies.If you really want to turn your face, go to the vast mountain after five steps of blood spattering, let alone the history of a county, so what can you do if you are the king of the dynasty?

Qi Jing sat for most of the night, until the stars and the moon gradually faded, and a red sun leaped out of the eastern sky.

The crimson glow sprinkled on the face, and the eyes were full of brilliance.

The boy's ears twitched, making sure that Grandpa was still sleeping, he immediately stood up, placed the bull's ear sharp knife on the stone bench upright, and bowed three times to the fierce blade.

"The sages have a saying, offering sacrifices to the gods is like the presence of the gods!"

His lips moved, and he said softly: "The lives of my grandparents and grandchildren are all entrusted to you today! If you don't give up, you will be rewarded with blood and food!"

After praying very solemnly, Qi Jingzhi lowered his head and rolled up his left sleeve, revealing the scabbard tied inside his forearm.

He carefully put the bull-eared sharp knife into the sheath, put down his sleeve, wrapped it around the handle of the knife near his wrist, and tried to swing his arm a few times.

When everything was ready, the young man turned around silently and strode towards the gate of the courtyard.

　The first volume of fierce knife line

　　Born domineering and heroic, forged into an eternal sword in his chest.

　　It is hard to calm down without drinking blood, stepping on the clouds and roaring the wind every night.

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