Chapter 80: Festival

Became an ancient swordsman. Nine handles, Cassia has nine handles. The ability gained at the second level seems to be that qi, and after the full level, Cassia can control the knife to kill the enemy as he pleases. Swordsmanship? Moreover, the accompanying skills are ... very powerful.
Cassia's training was very boring as a child, but maybe every swordsman has been trained like this. Continuously wielding wooden knives to practice various postures ... Day after day, when Cassia became a vigorous young man, he practiced various knife methods day after day. There are gorgeous, ordinary, and Cassia first-class skills.
But at this time, Cassia was far less powerful than Xu Yang's call. The so-called "cutting the sword" was full of loopholes, and barely left a mark on the wood. Among the scenes that Xu Yang saw, Cassia had seen his father shake his head and sigh most.
Until Kasia's adult ceremony, he finally practiced to draw a sword, and his father, who had always been serious, finally smiled and rubbed his head. The two of them drank the wine happily that day, and Cassia also got the ancestral method of qi training.
This is a new round of cultivation. Cassia thought his father would always be with him.
Xu Yang thought so. After all, Xu Yang envisioned many things that might happen ... robber? bandit? A natural disaster like an earthquake? Maybe it was a tsunami, maybe a pirate appeared on the sea?
Xu Yang couldn't think of it, there would be a conscription.
"Boy, I have nothing to leave to you. You are good at cultivating. This is the key to the Chamber of Secrets. There are nine famous knives of our family's ancestral ancestry ... in fact, it is not very famous, but it has been handed down by the ancestors. You can use it, you can let it be destroyed in the battle, but you ca n’t sell it for a drink.
The man hangs the string-stringed key on Cassia ’s neck and rubs Cassia ’s head: "Our family hasn't seen a powerful swordsman for hundreds of years. You must work hard!"
"... But, my talent is not high." Cassia was a little reluctant to his father, and he looked at his father with a distracted look: "Don't you go to join the army, OK?"
"Fool! The barbarians have attacked Rongcheng. Even if I don't join the army, I have to be captured in two or three years. I have to serve the country." The man took Cassia into his arms, forehead and card. West Asia's forehead touched, "Okay, you practice your knife. If you can't, hurry to find a wife and let your son continue to work hard. I've gone and take care of myself."
The man said, take a brief look at his own suitcase, tie it around and walk to the village. The recruiters are there.
War will not change because of the joining of a certain person.
Cassia was stimulated hard after his father left, and he worked harder and harder. But only a year ago, the news of the barbarians' siege has reached this small fishing village ...
"The city is broken! Everyone run away!"
"The barbarians have come in! Everyone withdraw quickly! Don't bring anything!"
The cries and screams were in chaos, and the fire of the war spread to this small fishing village.
Cassia went to the Chamber of Secrets for the first time and wrapped all nine knives with cloth. She then took some dry food and ran away with the villagers. But he soon discovered that the barbarian rode and chased too fast.
He watched the civilians in the back being put on his chest by the barbarians riding horses. Watching some women and children fall behind, they were easily captured by the barbarians and tied to the horse ... and some of the children were thrown away.
I immediately fell after telling Mercedes-Benz! The blood stains and the fading cry were damaging Cascia's will all the time. He wished to go back and fight the barbarians for 80 rounds. However, he could only carry a heavy long knife and fled tirelessly.
Home is gone. The small fishing village is gone. Nothing.
In fact, Cassia has also heard the gossip of the villagers. Their family was once a splendid nobleman, but the swordsmanship gradually declined, and no more powerful swordsmen could be found in the family, which has been reduced to the point of staying in a small fishing village. His father was already gifted, but he was still far from being a swordsman ...
It is said that a real swordsman can reach thousands of troops.
It is said that a real swordsman playing with a knife is like using his own arms to move through the clouds.
It is said that a real swordsman can easily attack the enemy with a sword.
Cassia used to be fascinated.
Yes, once.
If he did n’t listen to the villagers, his mother threw their grandfather here because his father was a lifeless swordsman and looked down on them. One person took away his father ’s inherited antique appliances of several generations and the businessman eloped .
Some villagers have persuaded their father, this is useless. Why force the child to endure hardship like this? Cassia nodded again and again, but one night his father was drunk, but he was lying on the bedside and asked if he wanted to continue learning the knife. He looked at the loss and pain in his father's eyes.
He said for a moment.
So after that, his father became more severe, and he was asked to use a wooden knife to hack 10,000 times a day.
What is a knife?
Cassia, running away with nine swords, couldn't help but think.
Knife ... going forward.
My father doesn't have to join the army. He doesn't have to be on the battlefield, he is not strong, and even if he is on the battlefield, he can't change anything. The barbarians are brutal and bloody, and they simply cannot resist. But my father went anyway. why?
Cassia didn't know it before, but now it seems a bit understandable.
Will he keep running away?
In the corner, he was holding a nine-handed knife and looked at the refugees who were crying silently. There were barbarians behind him. Sooner or later, the gang captured another city.
"Cassia, do you want to be a big hero? If you learn the knife, you can beat the bad guys and help the weaker ones. Have you seen the comics? Do you want to be such a big hero?" This is the father He initially coaxed what he said when he learned the knife.
Not inheriting the family swordsmanship, not for the will of the father. At first, he clearly wanted to help the weak, but he wanted to learn the sword.
Cassia looked at the refugees around her and finally couldn't help sobbing. He was crying and crying, it seemed that the switch was turned on, and he was crying like a vent.
Xu Yang watched as a bystander, pursing his lips.
"Good boy, what about your family? It's okay, it's okay, and they will meet again even if they are separated." An old lady saw Cassia crying like this and couldn't help but touched Casia's hair from her arms Take out a small piece of cloth and open it layer by layer, exposing half of the shortbread inside. The grandmother swallowed and didn't look at the things in her hand. She stuffed half a piece of shortbread with the cloth into Cassia's hand. "Hurry up and eat, and you can't run tomorrow until you eat."
"Everything will be fine." The grandmother got up and walked away, not giving Cassia a chance to escape. Cassia stood up, but found that the grandmother squeezed into the refugee heap, he could not find it.
... weak words, so weak words, can only be protected by others. But, why should he be protected by someone weaker than him? He is clearly an adult, why can't he stand up and protect others?
Seventy-six elves
Cassia burst into tears. He ate a shortbread, and he wanted to become a swordsman. He wants to be a real swordsman!
However, reality is always so cruel.
Cassia they were overtaken by the barbarians. Running behind are women and children and some elderly people who were the first to be caught and killed and those who were backward.
"I fight with you!"
"You let her go!"
"Tongtong! Mom! —"
...
It's messy, it's messy. More people are desperately running forward, and only when they run to the next city and where they can escape can they survive. Cassia was also running. His pace was very heavy. The nine-handle knife made him breathless. Fortunately, years of practice had improved his physical fitness, otherwise he would have been caught.
"Please beg you ..."
"No……"
"Help!--"
All kinds of calls, all kinds of help ...
Cassia fell and nine knives were scattered on the ground. The sharp blade seemed to mock his cowardice and timidity, and taunting him would only escape his brain.
"Look, that kid has nine knives? The appearance seems to be good?" A barbarian found Cassia.
"Hurry up!" Cassia was lifted up. He looked up. It was a young girl's house. His face was black and gray, and he looked very embarrassed. But if you look closely, you can see that the girl should be very beautiful.
Cassia thanked, wrapped up the nine-handed knife in a hurry, and continued to run away.

Yo! There is a girl!

The barbarian quickly caught up.
"You're going, I can't run!" The girl seemed to panic when she heard the sound. She said to Cassia, and she took out the dagger hidden in her waist and tried to kill herself.
Cassia knocked the dagger away, pushed the girl, and threw the parcel directly on the ground. Nine knives were scattered.
Cassia picked up a knife with ease and watched the two savages assaulted.
"Fuck, this is a fool!" The barbarian grinned, picked a long gun in his hand, and directly lifted Cassia's long knife away. He turned off the horse, punched Casia in the stomach, spit Casia out of a few sips of white water, and then threw the man on his horseback: "This kid might come a little, go back and ask." It's not a simple knife. The gang of barbarians received their swords and accelerated to chase the refugees in front.
Cassia tied to the horse, his consciousness gradually