Sometimes, a single sentence can give people a sudden enlightenment.
Sometimes, a knife can encompass the entire world.
"Son, your father is going to have a baby now, and there are some things I should tell you."
"Actually I'm not your father. I picked you up from the river."
"You heard me right. I lied to you for eighteen years."
"I, your father, was originally a small flag officer in the Demon Suppression Division. I was given a mission to suppress demons. Since I was afraid of death, I took the opportunity to escape during the mission and fled to this remote village. Then I found you by a river."
"I, your father, have never done anything wrong to anyone in my life."
"If you want to enter the government, you can go to the Shangshu Mansion in the imperial capital and find a woman named Ava Blake."
"Don't even think about it. That's my fiancée. She's probably married already. If you see her, tell her I'm sorry for her."
"She has a bad temper. If she wants to beat you, you should be prepared."
"If you just want to live an ordinary life, there is a thousand taels of silver in the cellar of the ancestral hall. I have saved it over the years. If you save it, it will be enough for you to spend in your lifetime."
"Since you have fallen into the underworld, you are a man of ill fate. You don't need to avenge me. You have to walk your own path from now on."
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Logan Reed leaned against the wall, holding the knife in one hand, recalling his cheap father's last words before he died.
He grew up in Jijia Village outside Fenglin Town.
In this bitter and cold land of the Northwest, if we talk about poverty, if Fenglin Town is second, then no other place would dare to claim to be first.
For the young and strong people in Fenglin Town, those who have a little ambition have all gone out to make a living, and few are willing to stay in this bitter and cold place to dig for food.
Logan Reed is an outlier, and his cheap dad is even more so.
As for why I appeared in this place, it all started on that dark and windy night.
That night, he closed his eyes, and opened them again, and a lifetime passed.
His family was relatively well off in this life, and his cheap father planned to let him study literature.
He was quite ambitious. He first passed the county and prefectural examinations to become a student, and then he passed the imperial examinations and annual examinations to become a scholar.
Why did one have to take the examination to become a scholar? When Emperor Xia founded the country, he began to emphasize literature, and scholars had many exemptions.
As a member of the wave, he has no lofty ideals, nor the ambition to achieve great achievements with his remaining body. He has no intention of hanging around in the underworld, nor does he want to participate in court disputes.
He just wanted to get a title of scholar, and then live a peaceful life. He wanted to buy some land, take two Concub!nes, hug them left and right, and indulge in S3xual pleasure...
Oh no, enjoy your life.
No surprises, but an accident happened.
The Snow Tribe of the Wasteland, which had been silent for ten years, invaded the borderland and the entire Jijia Village was massacred.
Logan Reed escaped under the desperate protection of his cheap father.
The Snow Tribe, a combination of humans and snow demons, was abandoned in the wilderness and struggled to survive, occasionally eating humans, but most of them did not dare to attack humans.
After all, they were almost wiped out by General Xu’s troops ten years ago.
After the Snow Clan retreated, some bandits living in the borderland took the opportunity to loot the village, and some villagers who had managed to survive were also killed by the bandits.
At this moment, a fire was being lit and people were cooking in the ancestral hall. It seemed that the bandits were planning to spend the night here.
Even they did not dare to travel at night. Who knew if they would encounter monsters or the remnants of the Snow Clan?
The moon was dark and the wind was strong. It was so cold that you couldn’t see your hand in front of you.
This kind of weather is perfect for killing people.
Since I cannot lie down all my life in this world, I will pick up the knife and carve out a quiet place where I can lie down. Since I am not allowed to be mediocre, I will sing all the way. I will live a wonderful life and die a proper death. If I look back in the future, there must be a quiet place in the world.
Logan Reed gripped the single-edged sword tightly, his eyes fixed on his retina, staring at the attribute information on it.
life:
Strength: Vulnerable
Sword Skills: Armored Sword Skills-Beginners
Killing:
prestige:
This basic attribute, which cannot be simpler, is the basis for his survival and the reason why he dares to fight back.
Every time he kills someone, he can gain some killing points, which can be used to improve his skills.
In simple terms, kill people and slay demons → burst killing points → improve skills → become stronger
It's that crude, it's that simple.
As a time traveler, how can you be without cheats? You can choose not to use them, but you cannot live without them.
Having a hook but not using it is different from having no hook at all.
Otherwise, how do you think he passed the imperial examination to become a scholar, given that he was blessed with thirty-three taels of silver throughout his life?
Hoo… spit…!
Logan Reed tightened his stiff hands and gripped the sword tightly. Even though he was shivering with cold, he never retreated.
My cheap dad is right, once you fall into the underworld, you are doomed to be unlucky!
Logan Reed agreed with this, but he thought one word should be changed.
Once you enter the world of martial arts, you have to risk your life.
It was freezing cold, and it was even colder at night in the deserted borderland. If he didn't kill these bandits, he would most likely be the one freezing to death outside.
So, he had no choice but to risk his life.
The rough laughter and conversations from the ancestral hall reached his ears clearly, forming a sharp contrast with his silence in the cold wind.
He dared not make the slightest noise.
The most terrifying bandit leaders had been killed by his cheap father.
But even the remaining few small bandits were not something he could deal with.
He learned this sword technique in order to cope with the Keshi and Suishi.
Among the six arts for a gentleman, riding and archery are required in the imperial examinations and annual examinations.
Compared to the difficult sword, he chose the knife.
Simple, rough and easy to learn.
Therefore, his current combat capability is about the same as that of an ordinary bandit. At most, his physical fitness is slightly stronger than theirs. After all, bandits are in danger of losing their lives at any time. At least he has been able to eat and dress warmly since he was a child, and he can even drink tiger bone soup every now and then.
Suddenly, Logan Reed heard footsteps coming outside.
He held his breath, tightly gripped the sword with both hands, leaned his back against the wall, and tried hard to control his heart which was beating wildly due to nervousness.
Even though he had killed several bandits, he would still be nervous and even afraid.
Soon, a bandit wearing furs walked out of the ancestral hall with one foot deep and one foot shallow.
It can be seen that he drank a lot.
The border is barren, and the only means of keeping warm in winter are low-quality liquor, which can numb the nerves and eliminate the hostility after killing, while also keeping warm.
It was pitch black in the night and the slightly drunk bandit did not notice Logan Reed hiding in the corner.
He came outside the ancestral hall, walked into the darkness, lifted the fur and began to drain the water.
Logan Reed slowly came up behind him, raised his sword, and just as he shivered for the last time, he slashed across his neck.
"puff!"
A flash of knife light flashed in the darkness, and the slight sound of the sharp weapon rubbing against each other was drowned out by the whistling cold wind.
【Killing Points +2】
A line of prompts flashed across Logan Reed's retina, like a barrage of messages.
Logan Reed ignored it, he was used to it.
A head fell off the bandit's neck and was caught by Logan Reed. He then hooked the bandit's body with his feet and slowly lowered it to the ground.
There were already five headless bodies piled on the ground.
The bloody smell filled the air, but was quickly dispersed by the cold wind and merged with the original bloody smell.
After doing all this, Logan Reed took a look at the attributes. The killing points had accumulated to ten, and his swordsmanship showed that it could be improved.
He did not start improving immediately, but left the ancestral hall, found an abandoned house, closed the door gently, and then began to improve his sword skills.
As the ten killing points were consumed, Logan Reed felt a stream of warmth flowing through his body.
Although the Pijia Sword Technique is a basic sword technique, it also has the effect of tempering the body.
In an instant, Logan Reed seemed to fall into some kind of wonderful state. Various moves and variations of the sword technique kept evolving in his mind, and the ingenious changes of various moves were decomposed one by one.
After a long time, the evolution came to an end, and the various complicated moves were simplified into five basic sword techniques.
Logan Reed felt that his blood and energy seemed to have become stronger, dispelling a lot of coldness. It seemed that this sword technique did have the effect of strengthening the body, although the effect was not very strong.
Glancing at the properties
life:
Strength: Vulnerable
Sword Skills: Armored Sword Skills - Mastery
Killing:
prestige:
At this moment, Logan Reed finally felt more confident.
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