The snowstorm continued, and the scene changed again. In the forest at the foot of Celestial Heavens Gate, Yu Xingyang was fighting fiercely with Bai Pinghai and the others. After being poisoned, he did not hesitate to cut off his own hand from the wrist. This was the first time the hero's knife had cut off his own hand.
How heroic and how much courage was required to cut off one's wrist? Moreover, he was not the successor of this knife.
At the most critical moment, the young Cheng Wen leaped into the air and slapped Bai Pinghai's back with his palms. In the eyes of this young man, fairness was more important than anything else.
"It's just … such a pity … I'm going to die …"
Of course, Mr. Yu did not hesitate to burn himself to uphold justice for him. He avenged Brother Zheng Ming and left a way out for Ding Meng.
"Ding Meng, this hero's knife … please don't let down everyone who has sacrificed for it …"
Mr. Yu's voice and smile were still vivid in his mind. That unruly smile seemed to be right in front of him. He said proudly, "I wonder if this knife of mine is the best knife in the world this year?
I wonder if I, Yu Xingyang, am the successor of this hero's knife? "
This saber had experienced too much and witnessed too many things.
…
In the underground mining area of Black Gold Base, countless cannonballs blew up the control panel and the experiment hall collapsed. Ding Meng and Xiao Si flew into the cabin passage. Ding Meng could still stand, but Xiao Si would never be able to stand again.
He could only pass the bracelet to Ding Meng with his trembling hand. He looked at Ding Meng with hopeful and trusting eyes. "Brother Ding, I heard that when people die, they can remember many things, right?"
When people were about to die, their words were kind. Ding Meng had once expressed kindness to Xiao Si, but Xiao Si used his life to repay Ding Meng. Faced with Xiao Si's request, Ding Meng's expression was so determined that it was almost ferocious. He gritted his teeth and made a promise.
"Please believe me. No matter how difficult it is in the future, I will bring it back to your hometown!
Unless I die! "
…
In the distant starry sky, in the vast universe, a huge space-time crack had been opened. The Expedition whizzed into it. Ding Meng looked up at the light screen on the control panel. A bright smile appeared on his face.
"Thank you for letting me come to your world. Goodbye!
Friends! "
Death might not be the most terrifying thing. Forgetting and parting might be more difficult to accept. However, the Hero's Dagger had been passed down to Meng Yan. Ding Meng had completed his mission on this journey.
Lu Qing looked at Ding Meng silently. She was deeply shocked by Ding Meng's memories. Her elder brother's persistence and pursuit, Ding Meng's tenacity and persistence, Zheng Ming's determination and bravery, Yu Xingyang's unruliness and heroism … These people worked together to create the legend of the Hero's Knife.
At that moment, in Lu Qing's eyes, Ding Meng, who was not handsome and short, had become really tall and mighty. The spiritual link made the two of them understand each other very well. Moreover, as Ding Meng's telekinesis strengthened, Ding Meng could see her secrets. She could also see the scenes that Ding Meng had never shown her before. These scenes were not even seen by Little Love and Little Rascal.
On the border of the Darwei Dynasty, a middle aged man that held a tattered blade was standing by the side of a rock, and he was looking towards the distant horizon.
The sky was gray, cold winds wreaking havoc in the air. It was already close to the end of the year. This type of weather wasn't good, but the man still stood there without moving.
A person quickly appeared on the small path in the cold wind. It was a skinny little girl with ragged clothes. She looked to be around twelve or thirteen years old. She was clearly cold to the point where her entire body was shaking, but when she walked, her back was straight, as if she didn't fear the cold that was about to arrive at all.
The man didn't open his mouth to say anything. It was because on this barren border, this type of child like refugee could be seen everywhere. This little girl wasn't the first, and she definitely wouldn't be the last.
He didn't open his mouth, but the little girl instead stopped. She looked around curiously, her eyes full of disbelief.
There weren't many decent huts on this piece of land. Most of them were simple huts made of weeds and scraps. Many people huddled inside to keep warm. Looking at these people's pale and even green faces, it was clear that these people must have been hungry for a long time.
"What are you looking at?" The man finally still spoke.
The little girl turned around to look at him, sizing up his podao. "Who are you?"
The man replied disdainfully, "Good question. Can't you tell who I am?"
The little girl said, "Of course I know what you're wearing. You're the protector of this village. I'm just curious about your name."
The citizen official said, "Is it important whether or not he has a name?
Just call me the Protector of the People. "
The little girl looked at him for a long time and said, "Alright, Lord Protector. You're different from the protectors I've seen."
The protector glanced at her. "What's different?"
The little girl said seriously, "You're not like the other protectors. You're a good person."
The protector revealed a bitter smile. "I've been guarding here for nine years. You're the first person to say that I'm a good person."
The little girl was puzzled. "Am I wrong?"
The protector said, "Maybe you're right, maybe you're not."
The little girl seemed to find the protector a little boring, so she turned her head and looked around. "It's almost the end of the year, but why isn't this village lively at all?"
The protector said, "Because these people can't afford to eat, so it's not lively."
The little girl was surprised. "Why can't they afford to eat?"
Only a child could ask such a question. The protector said patiently, "Don't you know that the poor can't afford to eat?
Looking at your clothes, you should know what it means to be poor. "
The little girl shook her head. "I'm not poor!"
The protector couldn't help but laugh. "You're dressed like this, and you're not poor?"
The little girl said, "I may be poor, but my heart isn't."
The protector laughed disdainfully. "This is the first time I've heard of a poor heart. Is there a difference between a poor person and a poor heart?"
"There's a difference," the little girl answered seriously.
The protector said, "What's the difference?"
Unexpectedly, the little girl asked, "You haven't told me why these people can't afford to eat?
And I don't think these people even have a place to live. They don't even have a decent shack. "
The protector sighed. "It's because the taxes in the border city are too heavy. These people can't afford to build a house or eat."
The little girl said, "Why are the taxes here so heavy?"
She had a one-track mind and insisted on getting to the bottom of it. The protector didn't know if it was because it was too boring to be stationed in a small village all year round, or if it was because he was too energetic, but he answered her with great interest. "Because the city lord is celebrating his 80th birthday this year, his children and subordinates went to the capital city to buy things for him. They spent too much money, so the taxes were raised five times. Even if these people worked for a day, their income wouldn't be enough for them to eat. In the long run, this place has become like this. Do you understand now?"
The little girl nodded. "I understand now!"
At this time, a group of children ran out of a dilapidated shack. These children looked younger than the little girl, and they were all so thin that they didn't look human.
There was withered grass and branches on the roadside in winter, but this group of children was actually lying on the ground picking and eating the almost rotten grass. Some of the children were even stuffing soil into their mouths. Perhaps they were too young and only knew hunger, but they didn't know that there were some things that couldn't be eaten.
The little girl immediately waved to a slightly older girl. "Little sister, come here."
The little sister walked over slowly, and her voice was trembling. "Sister, I'm so hungry."
The little girl didn't say anything. She opened the broken bag on her waist, took out the only half of a steamed bun, and handed it to the little girl.
Unexpectedly, the little girl didn't eat it after taking it. Instead, she called a group of children over and gave the steamed bun to the youngest and skinniest child. "Little Meng, you eat it!"
The child called Little Meng was so hungry that she was almost skin and bones, but she shook her head and said, "Sister Wenhe, I'm not hungry. You guys eat."
Ding Wenhe handed the steamed bun to another child, but this group of children refused, saying that they were not hungry.
The little girl was surprised. She couldn't figure out what was going on. Fortunately, the protector explained, "Her name is Ding Wenhe. She's an orphan. She saved these children from the plague. She's the big sister of this group of children."
The little girl looked at Ding Wenhe. Her expression became thoughtful, but no one knew what she was thinking.
Soon, Ding Wenhe divided the steamed bun into many small pieces. The group of children each received a small piece. Only then were they willing to eat alone. None of them fought over the food because they were hungry.
Ding Wenhe walked in front of the little girl, bowed, and said, "Thank you, sister!"
The little girl suddenly smiled. Her smile was like a flower blooming in spring, blowing away all the coldness of the winter.
"Ding Wenhe, hello. Coincidentally, your surname is also Ding. Let me show you something."
The little girl flipped her wrist, and a dark golden light appeared. A T-shaped claw knife appeared in her hand.
The young Ding Wenhe hesitated and said, "Sister, this is a knife."
The little girl's expression was serious. "This is not an ordinary knife."
The protector couldn't help but laugh again. "Your knife is not an ordinary knife?
I can't think of anything extraordinary about it. "
The little girl glanced at the knife at his waist. "It's not as good as your knife, but it's useful."
The protector sneered, "What can it be used for?"
"This saber was left behind by a hero many years ago and has been passed down through many generations. The first person who used this saber was called Big Brother. Big Brother said that this saber must be left to those who truly need it. We must protect it, use it, and love it. I am the thirteenth generation of this saber and this saber has always been given to those who need it the most. Big Brother Ren told me that I must use this saber well, but unfortunately, I don't know any martial arts. Take it and head south to the neighboring village. There is Star Weave Grass there. Use this saber to cut the grass and carry the grass to the main city to trade for food. Come, take it …"
Ding Wenhe hesitated. "But sister, you …"
The little girl said, "If I tell you to take it, take it."
Ding Wenhe had no choice but to take it. The little girl said, "I only have one request, and that is to cherish this knife well and leave it for those who really need it."