At that time, the Butcher was a madman. He was overbearing, invincible, lonely, and filled with wisdom. He wasn't as vulgar as he was now. Not only were his knife skills good, his knowledge was good as well. The poems he wrote were bold and unrestrained, and he became a famous scholar at that time.
His knife skills were called Heaven Knife, and he was also called Heaven Knife. Every move of his was filled with poetry and expressed his feelings in a carefree manner.
If Disabled Elderly Village were to rank their literary talents, the first would be Deaf, and the second would be him. Even though he had become crazy and spoke vulgarities, he was still the most famous literary giant at that time.
He had challenged almost all the experts at that time, and even Pangong Tso, the grandmaster of the Golden Palace of Loulan, could only hide obediently in the palace, not daring to show his face.
He was complacent. Other than having an annoying disciple, his life was already complete. Of course, his disciple was also very remarkable. He was called Ba Shan, and people called him Ba Knife.
For forty to fifty years, the wind and rain covered the sky. Fleeting clouds, Every Up and Down A Silver Lining!
Don't boast, after a hero's calamity, it's the wish of the people. Looking around the sky, there's smoke all the way!
The Butcher created Every Up and Down A Silver Lining, and the battle technique school was deduced to an unprecedented height by him. At that time, there were many people in the martial world who learned the knife, and the battle technique school became the mainstream, suppressing spells and divine arts.
At that time, the Butcher finally couldn't hold back and slashed at the sky. He wasn't like the Yankang National Preceptor. The Yankang National Preceptor sought reform, but he sought a quick death!
"After I created this move, I immediately tested my knife skills. That knife sliced open the sky. "
The Butcher brandished his knife, and the knife skill he executed was Every Up and Down A Silver Lining. He didn't unleash any power in this move and only executed it once.
He put away his knife and stood there with a weird expression. He composed himself and seemed to be recalling his period of madness. "Then I saw a strange sight. The sky split open, and there were no stars in the sky. I was very cautious and didn't immediately go up to take a look. Instead, I found a few like-minded friends who were proficient in calculations. "
Qin Mu's heart skipped a beat. The Butcher was very cautious? He had always had a fiery temper. Whenever he encountered a problem, he would bury his head in it and slash it with his saber.
"This kind of character is just an illusion that Grandpa Butcher deliberately created. Those who believe that he is a reckless man are probably already dead," Qin Mu thought.
"So I struck the second time and slashed at the sky. My calculator friend calculated the thickness and height of the sky, but this time there was a problem."
Butcher didn't say anything else. After a moment, he said sadly, "My friends are dead. An eye appeared in the crack in the sky that I slashed open. It was a huge eye, a strange eye. When the eye looked at me, I felt my soul throbbing as if it was going to be pulled out of my body. However, my corporeal body was extremely strong, and my heart was beating rapidly, suppressing my primordial spirit. On the other hand, my good friends weren't able to suppress them. They … "
The corners of his eyes twitched, and he fell silent again.
"I didn't immediately kill my way up to the sky to find the owner of that eye. I took the bodies of my good friends to their houses and settled their families down. I gave them a proper burial."
Butcher was in a daze. "I knelt down and begged their families for forgiveness. One of the friends was my sworn brother. Sister-in-law was very nice, but she slapped me in the face. Then she told me to get lost, get as far away as you can, and don't take revenge. I knew what she meant. If I went to take revenge, I would definitely die. But I still went. "
He revealed a smile and said to Qin Mu, "My friend, my brother, died for no reason. He died because of me, so how could I not take revenge? A man is eight feet tall, with a body full of muscles, a heroic spirit in his chest, and a big saber in his hand. Why didn't I take revenge and speak my mind? Sister-in-law cherishes me and doesn't want me to die, but my saber and my heart are upright and plainspoken. If there is a grudge, I must take revenge! So I took my saber and went up to the sky alone. Hehe, many people say that I'm crazy, right? "
Qin Mu nodded in silence.
Too many people said that Skyblade, who attacked the sky, was crazy. Skyblade killed his way up to the sky and fought with the gods. The sky was dark, dark, and covered with dark clouds and thunder.
That battle was said to be the battle of the strongest martial arts practitioner, Skyblade, who went mad and challenged the sky. This battle was almost regarded as a myth by the later generations.
Skyblade was cut in half at the waist, and his blood spilled in the mortal world. Since then, the martial arts school had lost its strongest practitioner, but it was still very prosperous. When Yankang National Preceptor rose, because the martial arts school was brave and ruthless, they killed people at the slightest provocation. Yankang National Preceptor challenged the entire martial arts school and killed many famous figures. From then on, the martial arts school went into decline.
"I killed my way up to the sky, but the sky is only so thick …"
Butcher pinched it with his thumb and forefinger. It was at most three inches thick.
Qin Mu didn't know whether to laugh or cry. The sky was ten thousand miles high and three thousand feet thick. This was calculated by him, Fugaku, Wang Muran, Lin Xuan, and the others. Butcher was often careless, and he was a poet who liked to exaggerate. Three inches was just his metaphor.
"I killed my way up to the sky, and saw many strange formations."
Butcher looked at the sky in a daze. "The sky is only a line wide, and there are many self-operating formations. They are very complicated, showing the shape of the sun, the moon, the stars, and the Milky Way. At that time, I was mad. I thought that the f * cking sky was fake. Poor old daoists who were still calculating the stars every day, but in the end, what they calculated was fake. Those common people worshipped the sun and the moon every day, but in the end, they worshipped these things. I wanted to chop these things and smash them to see how you can fool people. Then … "
Then, Skyblade met the gods, the gods who guarded these false astronomical phenomena.
Skyblade fought with the gods, and his body was sliced in half at the waist, falling down.
The lower half of his body was snatched away by Grand Shaman, and at the same time, the severed arm of a god was also snatched away. It was later stolen by Qin Mu, and now it was still in Butcher's hands.
"I didn't meet the owner of that eye, and I couldn't take revenge for my good friends. I'm crippled, crippled."
Madness appeared in Butcher's eyes, but his mind was still stable. "I don't have the face to go back and meet the families of my good friends, I don't have the face to see sister-in-law, and I don't have the face to die. Those good friends are still looking at me …"
He seemed to be crying and laughing. "I can't let them raise a crippled me, and I can't let Ba Shan see my crippled appearance. In this world, there are only Skyblades who died in battle, and no Skyblades who are struggling at death's door. At that time, it was raining and snowing, so I crawled and crawled until I reached Great Ruins. The ground was filled with ice-cold muddy water, and it was Blind who picked me up and brought me back to the village. That stinking blind still talks about this matter … "
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