world assassin

Chapter 3 White Fang
In the spring of the seventh year of the Great Qin Dynasty, after the Jingzhe passed, the spring thunder suddenly moved, everything revived, the grass grew and the warbler flew, and the world was peaceful.After a whole winter of heavy snow, the sky at this time is azure blue, and the spring breeze blows, blowing the world into a new green of Kyushu.

In the Yunling Mountains, the snow accumulated throughout the winter has not completely melted, and it is dazzling under the sun.

Walking in the damp mountain forest, the feet were soft, and there were bursts of wild beasts in the forest from time to time, and the whole mountain range returned to tranquility after a while.

At the foot of a barren mountain fifty miles away from Yunling, a child about seven or eight years old was holding a long sword in both hands, his clothes were torn, and he was looking in horror at a half-grown gray wolf in front of him.

The boy's name was White Fang.

White Fang kept retreating, with the long sword across his chest, and the hands holding the long sword kept trembling. When he retreated to a mountain wall, he stopped.There is already a mountain wall behind him, and there is no way to retreat.

White Fang's back was tightly attached to the mountain wall, his eyes were full of fear, but also full of determination, and he fixed his eyes on the gray wolf in front of him.

The gray wolf in front of Bai Fang is still underage, his body coat is dull and dull, and a large piece of hair on his back has fallen off, but the gray wolf is now baring his teeth and looking at Bai Fang in front of him, his long fangs glowing coldly. White light, especially dazzling under the sun.

White Fang's hands holding the long sword trembled a little at first, but he gradually calmed down when he retreated down the mountain wall. White Fang held the long sword with both hands, pointing the point at the gray wolf on the ground. .

The gray wolf let out a low growl, and the mucus in its mouth kept dripping on the ground, wetting a large area of ​​the ground.

Looking at the gray wolf in front of him, White Fang felt his heart throbbing. At this moment, the gray wolf neither attacked nor retreated, which made people feel oppressed.

During the stalemate over a cup of tea, Gray Wolf couldn't bear it any longer. He got down on all fours, kicked hard on the ground, jumped up high, and rushed towards White Fang.

Seeing the gray wolf rushing towards him, White Fang yelled anxiously: "Ah~~~~~" He sat down on the ground in fright, closed his eyes, and stabbed forward randomly with both hands holding the sword.

"Squeak, woo woo." Only a scream came from the gray wolf's mouth.

It turned out that the moment Bai Fang sat on the ground, he stabbed forward with his sword, and in the middle of the chaos, he stabbed the gray wolf's stomach with the sword, and the long sword directly pierced half a foot in length.

But at the same time, White Fang's hands holding the long sword sank, and he couldn't hold the long sword in his hand. The handle of the sword struck backwards and hit his stomach fiercely. My internal organs were about to shatter, and I almost lost my breath.

White Fang's stomach was hit by the sword handle, and the pain made him cry. After a while, White Fang felt better and had the strength to look at the gray wolf he had killed.

I saw that gray wolf was pierced by White Fang from the belly, and the tip of the sword pierced from the gray wolf's waist, it was already dead beyond the point of death.

White Fang leaned against the mountain wall and rested for a while, and then he stood up slowly when he felt that his breath was smooth. He grabbed the gray wolf with both hands and dragged it hard, but it couldn't be dragged. White Fang had no choice but to use the long sword to hold the gray wolf. He cut it into several pieces, discarded the internal organs, washed the gray wolf's body in the pool and dragged it into a hole, then dug a hole with a sword and buried the internal organs.

After finishing all this work, Bai Fang leaned against the mountain wall in the cave and kicked vigorously, and rested for a while, before Bai Fang felt a bit of strength, then drank some water and ate a little Things, only to feel a lot better.

White Fang rested for a while, and when he felt that there was nothing serious about him, he got up and took out a wooden dagger from a corner of the cave, and began to practice.

Holding the sword in his slender hands, Bai Fang stood in a stance in the open space of the cave, with his feet spread apart, half squatting and half standing, the wooden sword raised across his chest, thrust forward, and then danced away.

After dancing for a while, Bai Fang stopped out of breath. At the same time, he felt pain all over his body, especially the stomach that was hit by the sword handle when he killed Gray Wolf just now. Tooth bent down, gasping for breath, big drops of sweat oozed from his forehead, this sword technique could no longer be practiced.

At night, Bai Fang felt hot and cold in his body, and the intestines in his stomach seemed to be twisted together, causing Bai Fang to roll from side to side in pain.

White Fang gritted his teeth, dragged the hem of his clothes with his small hands, and endured the pain on his body.

At this time, Bai Fang thought of his father, but since his father passed away, he lived alone in this place, and he didn't dare to go too far, so he just hunted some wild animals and picked some wild fruits to fill his stomach every day. After a full meal, sometimes I can’t eat anything for a few days, and sometimes I encounter wild animals when I go down the mountain wall, so I run for my life and get hurt all over my body.

There was only one set of sword skills passed down by his father when he was dying, and he didn't remember much of it. Although he had practiced for more than a month, he still didn't have any power.

When White Fang thought of his father, tears flowed involuntarily.

White Fang lay on the ground for a while, feeling that his body was not so painful, so he came to a stone platform in the cave. There was a package on the stone platform. White Fang opened the package. Inside was a dagger and a hunting knife. This book is all the books his father taught him how to read and write. Bai Fang thought of the days when his father taught him how to read and write in the deserted village, tears came out, but he quickly wiped away the tears. He still remembered the time when his father passed away. What I said to myself: "My boy from the Bai family bleeds but does not shed tears."

Beside the book, there was a piece of cloth wrapped in it. I squeezed it in my hand and felt nothing. Then I shook it away with my hand, and suddenly a small black grass fell out of it.

The black grass was inconspicuous. White Fang looked at the grass and felt curious. He pinched the grass with his hands, and felt a coldness in his hands. He felt waves of coolness coming from the grass, and felt the pain on his hands eased. Feeling a burst of novelty, can you relieve your hand injury by grabbing it?What if I eat it?White Fang thought with some curiosity.

White Fang suddenly became interested, and put the black grass into his mouth with excitement, but he didn't know that because of curiosity, this little grass changed Bai Fang's life.

The grass melted in the mouth, a cold feeling slid down the throat and into the stomach, and suddenly felt refreshed, the wound on the body became painless under the cold breath, Fang Fu didn't eat the grass , but something like a panacea.

But after a while, White Fang didn't feel that way anymore. The cold feeling suddenly turned into cold, just like the ice in winter. Heartbreaking pain.

White Fang fell to the ground, clenched his teeth and persisted, while the freezing cold made his teeth chatter.

After a while of coldness, Bai Fang felt a whole body of heat again, the heat seemed to burn his body, and White Fang fainted suddenly under the alternation of cold and heat.

Bai Fang quietly fell to the ground, his body was hot and cold, his teeth were chattering, and white air was blowing out from his mouth and nose.White Fang's body turned pale for a while and turned red for a while, and it took a whole night for him to stop.

Bai Fang had a very long dream, dreaming that he and his father were living freely in a deserted village, his father taught him to write, he also taught him the sky burial swordsmanship, Grandpa Seven, Uncle Zhuzi, and many others The villagers in the barren village lived happily.

"Am I dead? Why did I see my father, isn't my father dead?" Then White Fang yelled loudly and ran over to hold his father's hand, but no matter how he ran, he couldn't get to his father's side, and his father's shadow slowly faded away. Go, Bai Fang urgently called his father loudly, with tears in his voice, but his father kept waving his hands and disappeared.

White Fang woke up all of a sudden, I'm not dead? White Fang remembered that after eating the black grass, his body became cold and hot for a while, and then he lost consciousness. Isn't that poisonous grass?Bai Ya also grew up in a deserted village, and he had heard from the villagers that some grasses in Yunling were poisonous, and some people would die if they ate them, or even get seriously ill if they didn't die.

Bai Fang sat up, feeling extremely comfortable all over his body, no pain at all, and full of strength all over his body. White Fang waved his hands, feeling the inexhaustible strength in his hands.

White Fang stood up, ran to the foot of the cave, hugged a stone, and lifted it lightly with all his strength. Before, he could not move the stone with all his strength, but now he lifted it lightly.

Feeling a burst of novelty, White Fang simply ran down to look for stones to lift. He tried to lift the stones one by one, from small to large, and finally couldn't lift them when he found a stone slightly larger than his own body.

Looking at his hands, White Fang couldn't believe that his strength had actually grown. Could it be that I ate this "Strong Grass"? White Fang didn't know what kind of grass it was, so he named it "Strong Grass". Grass".

Ever since Bai Fang ate the black grass, his strength has become several times what it used to be, and his life in Yunling is much better than before. He is not like before, he can't even lift his sword steadily. He practiced his father's sword skills every day before he died. Although he didn't remember all of them, he still practiced according to what he wrote down, day after day without interruption.

(End of this chapter)