He took a compass and scanned Feng Xiangjing's house from top to bottom.
It was as expected.
Nothing happened.
Zhang Yicheng had no choice but to decide to stay at Feng's house that night to see how Feng Xiangjing sharpened his knife.
To be honest, let’s not talk about whether the disease can be cured.
Since we have collected other people’s things, we should at least show some of the workload.
Feng Xiangjing had already slept all day during the day.
When he heard that Zhang Yicheng wanted to see him sharpen his knife, he simply took three sleeping pills.
Reluctantly fell asleep again.
Sitting in the living room of the Feng family, Zhang Yicheng also tried to open his eyes.
Zhang Yicheng was not very good at opening his eyes, and he was too lazy to practice, so his level was not even as good as that of Old Liu Tou.
Fortunately, the environment was relatively quiet in the middle of the night, so he was able to succeed.
In the eyes of the wise, this blade evil is comparable to the Seven Stars of the Giant Tower.
It is definitely a first-class hard product, and the strong blue-gray "blade evil" is also mixed with a hint of black "killing evil".
As the name suggests, " "Killing Evil" is an evil spirit transformed from the resentment of living creatures when they die.
Only weapons that have killed living creatures will have "Killing Evil".
In other words, this Japanese sword must have killed living things and it is very likely to have killed a human being. .
"I'm telling you, old man, it's not appropriate to accept such valuable things from others before you do anything for them."
Opening his eyes, Zhang Yicheng felt more and more guilty.
Putting aside the collection value of the knife itself, just looking at the evil aura, it was definitely...
With a priceless sword, "Old man, you are just trying to catch a duck to the shelves."
"It's really not okay to just hold it for you."
Zhang Guoyi also seemed a little depressed.
He was about to say the truth seriously when he saw Zhang Yicheng suddenly stretched out a finger and made a "hush" gesture, "Old man, stop talking and listen.
What sound?"
"It's sharpening the knife."
Holding his breath, Zhang Guoyi seemed to hear a rustling sound of metal friction coming from outside the house.
The sound was not loud and intermittent, coming and going.
"This kid has no trace of his mother's walking in the snow."
To be honest, Zhang Guoyi was also shocked.
Two big people were sitting in the room, separated from the corridor by a wall, but he didn't hear anyone leaving the room.
"Old man, follow me and hold your breath as much as possible."
Zhang Yicheng took out his compass, put the Japanese sword under his arm and tiptoed out of the house.
To be honest, I still don't know if this problem is caused by resentment, or if it feels safer to have a guy on my body.
Although he had heard about it before, Zhang Guoyi had never seen how this legendary knife was sharpened.
After following Zhang Yicheng to the yard, Zhang Guoyi also felt a little weak in the legs: he saw Feng Xiangjing sitting on the ground in his pajamas.
Although he was sharpening a knife on his hand, his upper body was upright and motionless.
Although the knife in his hand was sharpened, it was not sharp.
There is no whetstone below, just flowers on the trail.
Grinding on the granite floor tiles, the two arms swayed back and forth slowly like a robot.
Judging from the intermittent sounds, it seemed that there was not much force between the knife and the stone slab.
At most, there was only a sharpening action, or even Sometimes the arm is moving but there is no friction sound, which means the knife is half-suspended.
In the dim moonlight, I saw that the knife in Feng Xiangjing's hand seemed to be a hatchet used to chop wood in the countryside.
Judging from the size, it looked like a tile knife used by migrant workers to build houses.
It seemed that Feng Xiangjing really wanted to hit him with one.
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A magical weapon that can cut iron like clay, but was accidentally turned into a production tool.
"Yicheng is causing trouble?"
Zhang Guoyi poked Zhang Yicheng with his finger and lowered his voice to a very low level.
"No."
Zhang Yicheng turned around, with a troubled look on his face, and looked down at the compass.
There was no reaction.
Unless the compass was broken, it was definitely not a collision.
"No."
Zhang Guoyi hesitated, stretched out a finger and poked Feng Xiangjing's back, but there was no reaction.
"Old man, don't do it."
Seeing Zhang Guoyi taking action rashly, Zhang Yicheng's heart suddenly rose to his throat.
"It's okay," Zhang Guoyi said, "His family members couldn't wake him up even if they poured cold water on him."
Seeing that there was no reaction when he was poked with his hands, Zhang Guoyi became more courageous.
It seemed that his family's words were true and he couldn't wake him up.
"That's so damn weird."
Zhang Yicheng simply put away the compass and wandered to the front of Feng Xiangjing.
He took out his mobile phone and turned on the screen, wanting to see Feng Xiangjing's "eyes".
The so-called "eye appearance" is a diagnostic method that diagnoses the state of resentment through pupil changes.
It is also a unique skill of the Maoshan School.
Although Zhang Yicheng knows a little bit about it, he is generally limited to the theory of looking at the secretary's picture.
At this stage, I have never actually operated it.
At this moment, there is no response from the compass, so I can only try my luck and look at the eyes.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he wandered in front of Feng Xiangjing, Feng Xiangjing's hand sharpening the knife suddenly stopped.
"Uh, what's going on?"
Zhang Yicheng was also stunned.
At the moment of hesitation, Feng Xiangjing suddenly stood up, swung the knife in his hand, and struck Zhang Yicheng's head and face with the "Strike Huashan" move.
Zhang Yicheng was so frightened that he almost collapsed.
He closed his eyes and hid suddenly, feeling chilled.
The blade of the knife was close to the tip of his nose and he scratched it.
If this knife really hit his head, he would definitely not die but also be severely disabled.
"Why the hell do you still have this paragraph?"
To be honest, Feng Xiangjing's sudden move shocked Zhang Guoyi, and he instinctively stepped forward and hugged Feng Xiangjing.
"Old man, get out of the way!"
Zhang Yicheng was also confused at this time.
After dodging a move, he instinctively pulled out the Japanese sword held in his armpit.
Seeing the Japanese sword unsheathed, Feng Xiangjing became even more energetic.
He danced and danced as if he wanted to break free from Zhang Guoyi's arm and fight Zhang Yicheng.
Zhang Guoyi struggled hard and simply lifted Feng Xiangjing's feet off the ground.
"This" saw Feng Xiangjing being lifted off the ground by Zhang Guoyi, and Zhang Yicheng was also confused.
Looking at the symptoms at the moment, Feng Xiangjing looks like he was hit by a car accident or attacked by an evil spirit.
But if he was really attacked, he should be extremely powerful.
I heard that my grandpa had trouble with customers before, and even seven or eight strong men couldn't hold him down.
How could Feng Xiangjing be held by Zhang Guoyi alone?
At this moment, there was a sound on the door of the house, and Feng Xiangjing's daughter-in-law Wang Yunxia opened the door and came out of the house.
She seemed to be awakened by the movement outside, and she froze on the spot when she saw the scene in front of her.
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"Brothers and sisters, do you have a rope?"
Zhang Guoyi seemed to be unable to hold on any longer.
The veins on his neck were exposed.
He looked back at the door and the first thing he said was to ask for a rope.
"Yes, yes."
Although she said yes, Wang Yunxia's calves were already facing forward, and she could not move.
"No need for a rope."
Zhang Yicheng put the Japanese sword back into the scabbard and started to knife San Bo in front of Third Aunt.
Wouldn't this cause misunderstanding?
"Third Aunt, do you have a needle?"
Zhang Yicheng jumped up and walked around behind Zhang Guoyi.
"What kind of needle?"
"Pin, sewing needle, any kind of needle will do," Zhang Yicheng said.
"Oh" Wang Yunxia didn't care to ask who Zhang Yicheng was.
She stumbled into the house with her hands on the wall.
She returned within a few seconds and handed a plastic box to Zhang Yicheng, "Is this okay?"
"Uh, it's fast enough."
After taking the so-called "needle", Zhang Yicheng was speechless.
What kind of needle is this?
No wonder it's so fast.
The box in his hand is a fucking toothpick box.
"Let's just use it."
Zhang Yicheng opened the lid of the box and took out a toothpick, and in a flash, he walked around to the front of Feng Xiangjing, pinpointed the "Xin Yang" pulse among the seven pulses, and stabbed it.
Fortunately, Feng Xiangjing was not wearing thick clothes.
A piece of pajamas was just a layer of thin cotton, and the toothpick was already stained with blood.
Hearing Feng Xiangjing scream, he immediately became more calm, and the knife in his hand fell to the ground with a clang.
The "seven meridians" are the seven acupuncture points that must pass through for Yang Qi circulation in the human body.
They are also the seven most sensitive acupoints in the human body.
No matter what kind of needle-like object is used to penetrate the seven meridians, it will not only cause huge pain, but also cause Disturbing the circulation of Yang Qi in the human body, especially the two meridians "Huiding" and "Foot Yang", which are the first and last meridians.
If you don't know the internal skills such as Qigong, it may even be life-threatening to pierce the body with metal at will.
At this time, Zhang Yicheng used a toothpick to pierce Feng Xiangjing's "Xin Yang" pulse, which is the acupuncture point in the middle of the seven meridians.
Stimulating this pulse will cause the greatest interference to the human body's yin and yang circulation.
According to Zhang Yicheng's judgment, the problem Feng Xiangjing committed at this time did not seem to be caused by resentment, but more like a subjective physical problem such as schizophrenia.
If he wanted to restore his rationality, it would be like pouring cold water or setting off firecrackers.
Such external stimulation may not have much effect.
Only by stimulating the seven meridians and starting from the inside of the body to cause fluctuations in the yin and yang circulation in Feng Xiangjing's body can it be possible to awaken him.
"The third child" saw Feng Xiangjing in his arms suddenly stopped struggling.
Zhang Guoyi was also shocked, thinking to himself that this guy wouldn't let Zhang Yicheng stab him to death with a toothpick.
"Uh" Feng Xiangjing opened his eyes drowsily and found that he was being held by Zhang Guoyi, "What's wrong with me?"
"Holy shit, third child, are you trying to kill us?"
Seeing Feng Xiangjing speak, Zhang Guoyi quickly let go, "Brother and sister, did he kill people with a knife before?
Why didn't you say anything in advance?"
"Oh, wake up, wake up."
After hearing Feng Xiangjing's words, Wang Yunxia, who was standing aside, suddenly realized and ignored Zhang Guozhong's question at all, "Old Feng, please say another word."
"Ah, I'm awake."
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Feng Xiangjing seemed strange.
He touched his whole body with his hands, as if he was not dreaming.
Then he looked at Zhang Yicheng, who was breathing heavily beside him, and slapped Zhang Yicheng.
On his shoulders, "The great nephew is a promising young man" "Uncle San, I just woke you up.
This is two different things from treating a disease."
Zhang Yicheng was also convinced.
Uncle, do you want any other adjectives?
"Wake up, wake up is not easy anymore."
Feng Xiangjing was obviously very satisfied, as if waking himself up was a revolutionary step towards recovery, "The Hong Kong master also wanted to wake me up, but He really can’t wake up.”
"See, how is your eldest nephew?"
Seeing Feng Xiangjing exaggerating Yicheng, Zhang Guoyi quickly took advantage of the victory and simply forgot about the dangerous scene just now, "Third brother, what I said is right, what Hong Kong master?"
What the Taiwanese master said is all nonsense, the real master is here."
"That's right."
Wang Yunxia nodded her head, "Now that I'm awake, maybe I'll be fine."
"It's unlikely," Zhang Yicheng said, "I don't think it's that simple.
Third uncle, you can observe and see if you can still sharpen it tomorrow night.
Also, say hello to the knife seller in Cangzhou."
"Say hello" Feng Xiangjing was stunned, "You want to go over" "Yes."
Zhang Yicheng nodded and weighed the Japanese sword in his hand, "This sword has probably killed someone, but it's hard to say whether it was killed in ancient times or modern times.
If you want to cure the disease, you must find out the origin of this sword. , I think 80% of the time it’s not a good thing.”
"Find a time tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, and I'll take you there," Feng Xiangjing said.
"No need."
Zhang Yicheng waved his hand, "He has already told you that this knife is passed down from his ancestors.
If you were here, he would definitely not change his story."
"Cang is Cangzhou again" Zhang Guoyi was stunned: