: Fanwaiyi

The best knife in the world is a sharp knife. I heard that it is as thin as a cicada and light as a hair, and even toddlers can pick it up.
Because it is thin, the resistance is extremely small. When held in the hand, it can reach an extent that people cannot imagine, and it is also extremely sharp. It can split a hair strand into three sections vertically, and it can also cut off a person's head. It takes more than ten steps to find that his body is separated.
The knife was real, and its owner once took him across the continent.
Its master lives on the northern continent covered by forests, has traveled to the extreme north covered by ice sheets, and has also traveled to the east of the sea, engraving his name on a reef, and even he has travelled to the south of the city-state And the south and the south ...
The owner of the sword is an orc, but he only remembers to transform the beast when he moves things to do heavy work. He likes to appear as a human, and his natural minions are hidden by him. At that time, it was almost like a slightly taller Asian beast.
He is a swordsman. He never thinks that the best knives only need to have a blade on one side, what is the back of the knife, what is the handle, how many and how wide are these. It does not matter.
The weapon on his waist is so weak, it breaks with a slight swipe, but this does not prevent it from being the first sword in the world.
This knife has gone through the wind and frost, chopped off the necks of countless people, ripped the throats of countless beasts, and in each groove there was a blood-stained soul infiltration.
One day, however, it broke.
There is no sword in the world that can last forever without curling, even if the birth is extraordinary, and the owner loves it, it is always a weapon for harvesting life.
The old man said that these things were originally made of ordinary steel, but from being built to being discarded, they were unusable. Throughout his life, he was full of evil spirits and suffocating gas, so he had life. Because of this ... someday, it will be unbearable because it is thin and thin, so it will not last long.
The best knife will always break in the hands of its owner.
The elder of the Qinglong Tribe always remembered the appearance of the young man. When the young man was taken to the elder, he was covered with blood, and a psychic bird stood on his shoulders, barking in disarray.
The young man had a broken leg, his left arm dangled softly on his chest, and twisted unnaturally. They could only lift him in, but he didn't realize it, just looked down at his broken two Knife, dreamy.
When the elder took a look at his broken knife, he knew that he was not a neglect. He ordered the people in the tribe to treat him as a noble guest, and then went to the doctor to take care of him.
After taking care of it for a few days, the doctor told the elder that the man had a new injury on his leg, his bones were broken, and he could grow up when he connected it, but the left hand did not know how long ago it was. Nothing more elaborate.
The young man looked like he had gone a long way. He lived in the Qinglong tribe for five or six days. Although he was slightly indifferent, he was very polite. Whenever the elder went to see him, he could talk to him In a word-other than that, he was always playing with his broken knife there.
The elder only glanced at the knife handle and understood, and asked, "Are you using a left-handed knife?"
The man looked down at himself and was in a ball, but his numb left hand didn't feel much pain, and nodded gently.
The elder sighed and didn't know what to say, but the man suddenly opened his mouth. He said, "Elder, you are old and well-informed. Why do you say people always go ridiculously wrong? Why? Sometimes, you feel that you spend a full moon, but you do n’t have a good result? Why do you always ignore someone who treats you well? It is always taken for granted. Day after day, you ca n’t even remember it. It ’s those who disappoint you that you ca n’t forget for a lifetime, so hate memorable? Why can we remember all the bad things?

The elder paused for a moment, habitually playing with his old dominoes, and said, "Maybe it's strange?"
The man wondered: "Strange?"
The elder said: "What you have encountered in your life are all good things, so if you encounter one or two bad things, you will remember it unforgettable. Conversely, if you encounter all bad things in your life, you will encounter one or two good things. .Brothers, people and knives are different. They are the scimitars that are used immediately. They seem to spiral out. In fact, the blades go straight, but people are different. If you blindfold them and walk, It ’s going to be a circle. When you walk, you do n’t know where you are, and you can tell right from wrong, which means you are not bad.

The man fell silent and rubbed the back of the broken knife with his untouched fingertips.
The elder went on to say: "I have never walked out of this small tribe in my whole life. As far as knowledge is concerned, it is not as good as when you go north and south, but my old man is a lot older and I have walked more round. Something is so easy to think of, and there is not so much confusion among young people. "
After a while, the man said softly, "Forget it, don't go, I'm tired."
He reached out to the elder and asked, "Show me your dominoes?"
The elder threw the domino over to him. The man held it in the palm of his hand, scratched the ancient scratch with his fingertips, and read the words carved on the back: "Chang'an ... Chang'an, but that's a good wish."
He finished, engraved the two words on the handle of the broken knife with a small dagger, then limped up, and walked outside where the snow had flowed, saying, "I This sword is made by the iron that fell to the ground nine days ago. It is extraordinary, and it shouldn't be silent. I can borrow your "Chang'an" as a sword inscription, okay? "
The elder watched him kneel on the ground, dug a pit, and buried the broken knife.
He was so shocked that he died in an unknown grave.
For some reason, the elder's heart suddenly burst into an indescribable sorrow, as if the man was holding a pile of soil and a pile of soil mixed with heavy snow was not a scrap knife, but a peerless hero who died to the end. .
The man has stayed in the Qinglong tribe since then, his legs gradually grew, he began to move freely, and he was no longer full of thorns, and began to smile and greet people, and became familiar, everyone only felt that the person was drinking and doing nothing Not refined, but also a rather temperamental man.
He usually went hunting with the samurai, or learned the use of herbs with the doctor.
His left hand was still not very strong enough, and the elder was worried at first, but later found that even if the man only has a left hand that is not used to it, he is still the most capable warrior. Anyone who has the ability can admire him. He quickly integrated into the life of this tribe ... but everyone became familiar with him, but he still couldn't figure out what he was thinking.
There are big celebrations in the tribe. He never just shows up, walks after drinking, and does n’t stop. Except for the elder, he nods with everyone, he can pass, and there are beautiful unmarried girls secretly like him, The trustee went to explore his tone, making other boys jealous for a while, but he was pushed lightly by him.
He takes a day off, and sometimes he sits with the elders, listens to the elders sings some old songs passed down in ancient times, or stays alone with his birds-sitting on a small soil outside the house In front of the bag, he drank and drank, or exercised his only right hand silently. At this time, this man who loves to laugh and laugh would appear to have a heavy heart. In the past, a gentle brow was condensed into an indescribable evil spirit, like It is a sleeping beast, and occasionally opening his eyes a slit can make people scared.
As for the man's name, he seemed to mention it, but it was only a long time ago, and everyone called him "the right-handed one".
Until the past round of spring and summer, the northern continent ushered in a cold winter.
On this day, a group of people found the Qinglong tribe, and the guard on duty informed the leaders and elders that they did not dare to let them in. The orcs who came from Yishui were wearing iron armor and were murderous all over their brows. Teng Teng, although his words are kind, he claims to come for someone, but who knows what they do?
There are only two guards, both of whom haven't grown up for a long time. They are so nervous that they will suddenly get angry. Who knew that these people were so good at talking, they would not let in, and sat down in peace, waiting for their leader and elders.
The leader soon came out with a group of elders. As it happened, the warriors in the tribe had gone hunting. The leader was unwilling to conflict, so he asked politely, "Who are you looking for?"
A light layer of snow had fallen on the head, and he looked like white hair. He lowered his head and said in a polite or even a low voice: "I heard Bei Bei came here, he is my brother, we have been Find him. "
After hearing this, the leader inexplicably asked the elder: "Northern release? Which is northern release?"
The elder whispered, "It's the 'right-handed one.'"
This was originally nothing, eight of the ten were right-handed, but the other team heard it, but suddenly changed their face. The leader even couldn't help but raise his voice and asked: "He ... what happened to his left hand?"
The elder said: "It can't be cured. He went out for hunting today and should be back soon. If you don't mind, you can wait in there. It's too cold. I ask someone to make you a pot of hot wine to drink."
The leader's face became unsightly. He froze for a long time before shaking his head, refusing the elder's kindness and saying, "Thank you, we ... we are here waiting for him to come back."
When the leaders and elders saw others say this, they would no longer advise them. In the cold winter, no one wants to accompany this group of lunatics who were far away. They turned to go back, but the leader stopped. After the elder, he asked, "Elder, his left hand is really ..."
The elder said, "It can't be cured."
The man's eyes dimmed for a moment, and he no longer spoke silently.
But that day, Bei Shi did not return with the hunting warriors. He seemed to get the news first. No one knows how he got the news. Only the people who went out with him brought back a big bird. The bird is like knowing these snowmen
The men, before they talked, fluttered their wings and jumped over the shoulders of the leading man, and kissed the man's already cold blue jaw with his face.
The person who went out with him pointed at the bird and said, "Oh, this bird is yours? The brother with the right hand said, and told me to talk to the bird's owner, and he said that he didn't see you, so he left You do n’t have to look for him anymore, you can use him in the future, and tell the bird to take a word
He will never die, if it's okay, don't look for him, otherwise you don't know where he is next time ... well, what else? "
The young orc warrior grabbed his hair and couldn't remember it, so he spread his hands: "It's gone."
Those who found him left before the darkness, and the guard watched the big bird being held in his arms by the leader, and his solid arms blocked the snow for him, as if he was not holding a bird , But something like a rare treasure.
Throughout his life, the elder never saw the "right-handed person" again, but only occasionally turned around in front of the cabin where he lived, and looked at the unknown sword mound, feeling with emotion-no one will listen to it in the future. He sang the ancient ballads of unknown origin.