C6 Jade Blood Soul Sculpting

The cold winds are worrying,

It blew away the warm autumn wind.

He woke up in the middle of the night.

His thoughts were in chaos.

The rain fell even later.

It added to his worries.

The leaves of the trees rustled.

Who was swimming next to the river?

The desolate feeling of the autumn sun gradually climbed into people's hearts. However, it was currently the beginning of spring. The morning of the early spring seemed to still have the cold of the winter last night. The days when one's breath turned into ice had not completely passed. At least, it was still very cold sooner or later.

Unconsciously, Xiao Nanfeng had gradually become familiar with the life here. Since he was six years old, he had never left the knife in his hand. Everyone saw how he made a name for himself in one go, but no one thought that to become that kind of person, he needed to put in a lot of effort.

Six years old. For any ordinary child, it should be the age when their childhood friend was playing with the plum blossom and the rooster was sleeping at an unknown age.

But Xiao Nanfeng was different. Since he was six years old, he had gotten used to the coldness of the night and the silence of dawn. His rooster seemed to be still sleeping. He had already put his feet on the ground and took out the wooden knife that looked like a toy from the drawer of his bedroom.

This was a knife that his grandfather had personally cut for him. His grandfather had also taught him how to use the knife. The strange thing was that no one had heard of his grandfather's reputation in the martial arts world. People even thought that his grandfather was an old man who did not know martial arts at all.

Such a useless old man had actually taught a god-like figure in the martial arts world. When everyone thought that he was a genius, he was sweating.

That's right, no matter how cold and hot it was, he was sweating. On one side of the two large stone stools, the hemp rope tied to the stone stools was whittling away at his muscles and bones in the sky. His wrist was bearing a hundred jin of strength every day.

When he was seven years old, he was already miraculously able to tie a stone block of over fifty kilograms with one hand. He waved the saber in his hand in a familiar manner. When he was eight years old, his grandfather increased the weight of the stone block once again. This time, it was two hundred jin.

The saber technique that he had practiced to the acme of perfection in a year had almost no power under the pressure of two hundred kilograms. Even chopping firewood became a strenuous task.

However, half a year later, he miraculously defeated the famous Swordsman Liu Ye, Hua Wuxue. The whole family was happy for him. This was something that no ordinary child could do, but their Xiao family had done it!

Although Hua Wuxue was a woman, her knife skills were superb. She was used to using softness to counter tough knife skills. The more fierce a person was, the less advantageous he would be in her hands.

After that, she evaluated Xiao Nanfeng according to Hua Wuxue's words. That was one word: fast! She said that she could not see how Xiao Nanfeng had drawn his saber. It was as if Xiao Nanfeng's saber was still in its sheath when her saber fell to the ground.

At that time, outsiders said that it was Hua Wuxue who had the intention to give in and that he didn't want to lower himself to the level of a child. However, only the Xiao family knew how he had managed to produce such a knife technique.

The waterfall was like a torrential rain that poured down on his skinny body every day. He stood under the waterfall, holding a blade in his hand and a real blade in his hand. He waved it at the fish in the water.

He could see the bloody light shining under the reflection of the sun and the water. It was really possible to pull out a knife and cut off the water, as long as you were diligent enough.

On the New Year's Eve when he was eight, every family's child received all kinds of exquisite gifts. Xiao Nanfeng received a knife, a knife that was later called the Divine Blade, and a knife that he used to exchange for wine.

When he was nine years old, he learned to be strong because there was no one else in this world that he could rely on. His grandfather left with endless reluctance.

In those days, he could dream about his grandfather's large hands that supported his life in the cold wind almost every night, disappearing with great vigor in the fiery light.

From then on, he became quiet and no longer showed off his saber techniques to others. He practiced hard every day, just so that one day, he could stand at the highest point of Gusu City and let his dead grandfather have a good look at him. Under his guidance, his grandson finally stood up for the Xiao family and held his head high.

Every year, he constantly challenged all kinds of experts. He was fourteen years old, at the age of puberty. His head had already grown into the appearance of a young adult. He stood in front of the door of the Night Saber Sect. The cold wind blew on his thin face, but it did not move his eyes at all!

Today, his target was the head of the Night Saber Sect, Qiu Min! That evil tyrant in the Gusu City that people hated but could do nothing about. Qiu Min's way of attacking was very strange, because everyone drew their blades from the front, and the blades were pointed at their opponents. However, he drew his blade from the back, and the blade was actually aimed at himself.

The reason was that his strength was too great. The blade could not withstand the power of his slash at all. He was happy to see the back of his blade pressing down on a person so hard that he could not breathe. He was also confident that no one in the Gusu City could slash his blade onto his body. However, this man had done it. He was Xiao Nanfeng.

When Xiao Nanfeng attacked, Qiu Min was still aiming at his opponent with the back of his blade as usual. But this time, he was wrong. The back of his blade had really suppressed Xiao Nanfeng to the point where he couldn't breathe.

But he did not expect Xiao Nanfeng to pull out his blade from his shoulder in an instant. Sparks flew everywhere. Qiu Min's blade had deeply embedded itself into Xiao Nanfeng's left shoulder, but Xiao Nanfeng's blade had already cut his throat.

Blood gushed out from his throat. At the moment of his death, Qiu Min couldn't believe that someone would use such a suicidal move. This move not only required extraordinary strength and speed, but also courage. If his blade couldn't cut Qiu Min, then he would be cut in half by Qiu Min.

After that battle, he lay down for a month. A month later, the way people looked at him had changed. No one saw him as an ordinary child anymore, but a saber user.

The most basic quality of a qualified saber user was bravery. Only brave people would point their blades at others. Only brave people would be brave enough to face other people's blades.

At the age of seventeen, he often stood under a verdant pine tree to practice his saber. When people were out in the sun, he would practice his saber there. When the sun set, he would still practice his saber there. Therefore, he got a nickname, Cangsong Blade Master.

As a knife user, someone was willing to give you a nickname. That meant that your status in the martial arts world was no longer ordinary. However, he felt that it was not enough! This was far from enough. How big was his heart? Perhaps only he himself knew.

Nineteen years old, the target he gave himself was the biggest clan in the Gusu City, the Dugu Clan. Only by defeating the people of the Dugu Clan would he be qualified to stand at the top of the Gusu City.

Every day, he would wake up earlier than usual. Or rather, he had never slept before. Besides drinking, the only thing he had to do was to practice his saber.

As for why he drank, if you were a person who often used a saber, you would know that you had to love drinking. Otherwise, it would be very difficult to survive a lonely night.

Twenty years old Dugu Family was indeed huge. More than a hundred people surrounded him and Dugu Xin, wanting to witness his humiliation as soon as possible. They wanted to spread the news of Cangsong Blade Master's defeat and Dugu Xin's achievements as quickly as possible.

Three strikes, only three strikes. Dugu Xin's blade fell to the ground with a clang. He didn't even have the chance to fight back. His men were already half-kneeling on the ground.

Dugu Kuang, who was standing below the stage, had his eyebrows twisted into a knot. He looked at this young man with a cold expression and took in a cold breath from time to time.

Fast, it was really too fast. This was everyone's first impression of Xiao Nanfeng's saber technique, and also their only impression.

Since then, he had suddenly become the hottest person in Gusu City. No matter where he went, as long as there was a blade artist, everyone would make way for him.

At that time, he would possess unparalleled honor and a position that would make others jealous. Therefore, he began to drink. He felt that he no longer had any opponents. For a blade artist, it was too hard to live without opponents. He drank crazily until he lost all his fortune. Fortunately, he had a good friend.

He had a good friend, and also his only friend, Nalan Yan. He was very rich. His father was the richest man in Gusu City, so Xiao Nanfeng wasn't worried about not having enough money to drink.

However, his friends were not willing to lend him money to drink. They did not even want any of the wine owners in the city to let him borrow money to drink.

A swordsman? Hero? No matter how high your martial arts are, no matter how powerful your saber techniques are, as long as you don't have money in your pocket. . . Then, the merchants of power won't put you in their eyes. Indeed, no one in the bar is willing to let him pay on credit. He really didn't have the money to drink.

It was a rainy night. Cold rain flowed down his neck and into his chest. He crazily begged Nalan Yan to give him wine, but the answer he got was only two words, no.

He had a falling out with Nalan Yan. He even showed half of the blade in front of him, but then immediately put it back.

If he didn't drink, he wouldn't be able to sleep. He walked alone in the rainy night. Nalan Yan sighed as he watched him leave, but there was nothing he could do.

One day, he suddenly realized that his friend was gone! He had truly left him.

He finally stopped drinking. He frantically searched for traces of Nalan Yan, but there was no sound at all until the clues led him to the Nalan family.

Everything seemed to have happened yesterday. Now, he no longer needed to live a life of swords and sabers. Without wine, he could still sleep soundly.

In his dreams, he no longer had to hold onto the saber in his hand. Instead, he was hugging a soft pillow.

Every day, the sound of a chicken waking him up. The first thing he did when he woke up was not to hold a knife, but to dress up. Even if no one wanted to see him, this manure delivery worker, he would be happy to clean up his appearance.

He suddenly realized that life could be so calm and happy.

Old Ma and his wife were his benefactors, and they were also his family now. He treated them like his family in the past, and they treated him like his family in the past. He once again felt the warmth of the human world.

So, he swore that he would never live the same life as before. He was fine now. He needed to rely on his own ability to work well. When he earned money in the future, he could get a virtuous wife like Mrs Ma. If he was lucky, he could give birth to a bunch of children.