The snow in spring seems to be colder than the snow in winter. It has been six years since the Shen Dao Sect and the Golden Gun Sect joined forces to fight against the Shenyin Sect. In the past six years, whether it is the northwest border or the hinterland of the Central Plains, the rivers and lakes have been turbulent and fighting. Continuously.
Snow is snow in the north, but it is rain in Bashu. In the deep mountains, there is always less hustle and bustle of the world, and it is even harder to see the battles in the rivers and lakes. In the drizzle in the mountains, a thunderbolt-like blade of light suddenly rose into the sky, twisting and turning several times in mid-air, as dazzling as a sharp flash in the rain, and like a thunder dragon, trying to fly through the sky.
When the light of the sword fell, what stood in the valley was a heroic young man, with a figure of more than eight feet, two sword-shaped eyebrows reaching into the sky, a pair of tiger eyes as bright as cold stars, a straight nose and a wide mouth, a wasp-like waist, an ape's back, and in his hands He was holding a long sword made of fine steel. At this moment, Li stood in the rain and took a deep breath, but the drizzle kept him two inches away. It was obvious that his internal energy had entered the room, which was a sign that the body-protecting Gangqi was fully developed. .
After practicing his sword skills, the young man put away his sword and let out a sigh of relief. He ducked into a wooden house. The furnishings in the house were simple. The young man sat on a wooden pillar and pulled a book from the table. The paper was covered with paper. Yellow, the edges have been rubbed and roughened, and it has obviously been turned over countless times in the past six years. The binding of the book is very new, and the cover page is also new. On it are the four characters "Secret Records of the Sword Saint" written with silver hooks and iron strokes. The book is old, but the characters are new. There are four more books like this on the desk. There are many saints, sword saints, and fantasy saints, but the last one is "The Story of the Medicine King Valley".
I opened the book and read for a while, looked up at the drizzle still falling outside the door, stretched, picked up the steel knife again and walked towards the bottom of the valley.
At the bottom of the valley is a cave entrance, which is tightly blocked by a huge boulder weighing 10,000 kilograms. There is only a hole on one side for people to squeeze in. The young man squeezed into the cave sideways. The thirteen luminous pearls on the cave wall were still as bright as day. He came to the stone wall full of knife marks and sat cross-legged with the knife across his legs. He stared at the knife marks intently. It took a long time to sink in.
There seemed to be changes in the wind and clouds in his eyes, and the sword marks seemed to rise and fall with his breathing. Suddenly he drew his sword and jumped up, practicing again in the cave. Each move was like thunder and lightning in the air, and like wind blowing yellow sand, This acre-sized space is filled with light.
It was an hour later that he had to withdraw again. He stared at the knife marks in front of the wall for a while, then he smiled with satisfaction, wiped his sweat and murmured to himself: "It has been six years, and I have finally mastered it. Okay." It’s difficult. Xiao Ning, Xiao Ning, you have to get out, there are still many things waiting for you outside."
This young man is none other than Xiao Ning, who has been hiding in Medicine King Valley for six years. In the past six years, he practiced Qi on sunny days and swords on rainy days. Whenever there was a thunderstorm, he would quietly watch the thunder in the sky, and finally understood the meaning of the sword and the marks of the sword. Got this "Thirteen Styles of Thunder". Time is running out, there has been no news from his parents in the past six years, Uncle Yu's great revenge has not been avenged, and the outcome of the Shen Dao Sect's fight against the Shenyin Sect is unknown. All these have made his heart burn, and he can no longer practice martial arts with peace of mind.
He is nineteen years old. He still remembers that it was a rainy night when his father sent him to Qingshi Town thirteen years ago. At that time, he was still struggling between poetry and swords. But now he has finally given up his fame and chosen to fight. The temple has left him. Getting further and further away, the whirlpool of Jianghu is sinking deeper and deeper.
I took another breath and squeezed out of the hole. The rain had stopped. There was a whistle, a loud neighing in the valley, and a horse galloping towards me. He raised his hand and threw on his saddle bag, took one last look at this once glorious valley, whipped his horse and headed straight out of the mountain.
Spring is still cold. Although the spring in western Beijing is not that cold, it still makes people wear jackets. A horse came up the official road of Xiangzhou. On the horse was a young man of eighteen or nineteen years old, wearing a Confucian shirt, carrying a bag on the horse, and walked slowly towards Xiangzhou City.
The person sitting immediately was Xiao Ning. It took more than half a month to return to Xiangzhou from Bashu. Looking at the local customs and customs outside, I couldn't help but feel like I had lived in two different lives. Along the way, I also heard a lot about the conflict between the divine sword, the golden gun and the Shenyin sect. I also secretly felt that the world was turbulent. People carrying swords and guns seemed to be secretly sizing up everyone who walked by. people.
This time he had a plan when he came out of the mountain. He would first retrieve the purple golden dragon head, pay homage to Uncle Yu, and then go to the rivers and lakes to inquire about the whereabouts of his parents. Now he went straight to Xiangzhou to find the location of the Divine Sword Sect.
We walked in no hurry on the road. We were only seventy or eighty miles away from Xiangzhou City. There was a town called "Xiaowangzhuang" here. When they entered the town, they saw that the shadow of the sun was tilting to the west. It was not known how many miles before there was a dormitory. At this time, Xiao Ning led the horse and walked to a nearby restaurant.
There were not many people in the restaurant yet, so the waiter took the reins and arranged for him to sit at the table in front of the door. After ordering the food and going to look at the town, Xiao Ning suddenly frowned. It turned out that it was only at this time that he realized something was wrong in the town. Many people were walking in a hurry with knives and swords hanging, and there were even many beggars begging in the streets, but they Keep staring at everyone with weapons.
At this time, the waiter brought the food and Xiao Ning was meditating when he saw three beggars stopping in front of the door. One of them was in his thirties. Although his clothes were full of patches, he was extremely clean. He wore a pair of rag shoes with low soles. He was more than seven feet tall, with broad shoulders but a slim figure. His hair was tied up with a piece of hair. The rope was tied up, and his face looked naturally happy, with a smile on his face. There was a long black and shiny whip around his waist. The body of the whip looked like dragon scales, but the upper and lower parts of the handle were wrapped with two yellow threads. , carrying several palm-sized cloth bags on his back and back. At this moment, Xiao Ning looked at Xiao Ning from both inside and outside the door.
The beggar smiled toothily, and Xiao Ning nodded in return. Then he turned around and muttered something to a fifty-year-old Hanako behind him, and the other two nodded and walked away. The beggar looked left and right, and when the waiter wasn't paying attention, he jumped to Xiao Ning's table and smiled again. Just as he was about to speak, he heard someone shouting from behind: "Where did the beggar come from? Waiter, waiter, why did you give up the beggar?" Put it in."
When Xiao Ning looked up, it was the sharp-eyed shopkeeper on the counter who saw a beggar jump to Xiao Ning's table, and for fear of upsetting the guests, he called the waiter there.
Before Xiao Ning could say anything, the beggar stopped working and pointed at the shopkeeper and shouted: "What's wrong with me coming in? I pay for food. I have your money. You don't care if I'm a beggar or not. This young man doesn't mind." What are you yelling about?" He took out a handful of coins and slapped them on the table, but then picked them up one by one.
The waiter had already come over when he heard the sound, and he didn't know what to do for a moment. He looked back at the shopkeeper, then at Xiao Ning, and was frozen there for a moment.
Look at the beggar sitting on the bench. He has already put one foot up on the bench. He took out a pair of chopsticks from the bamboo tube and knocked on the table. He shouted: "What are you looking at! How can you greet customers like this! Isn't this a big bully in the shop?" Are you a guest?" He looked at the rice in Xiao Ning's bowl and then said, "Give me a bowl of noodles too."
Seeing that the shopkeeper had no choice but to send the waiter to serve the food, he turned to Xiao Ning and said, "Sir, these people are just looking down on others. They are the gangsters of the car and boat shop. All of them should be killed."
Xiao Ning smiled slightly, didn't say anything, and just started eating.
The beggar also took the noodles from the waiter, his eyes rolling around while he ate. Not long after, Xiao Ning finished his meal and reached for the money to settle the bill. Unexpectedly, the beggar also put down the bowl and rushed to shout: "Waiter, pay the bill."
The waiter ran over but heard the beggar say lazily: "I don't have much money to go out today. This young man just said he was treating me, so you can take care of him."
After hearing this, Xiao Ning was stunned, wondering when did I agree to the treat? The waiter over there was also stunned, and turned to look at Xiao Ning. In just a moment, the beggar jumped up and walked towards the door. Jumping forward, this time it was really moving like a rabbit, and the two of them didn't even react for a moment.
When the waiter saw that things were not going well, he grabbed Xiao Ning's sleeve, fearing that he would run away too, and shouted: "Master, please don't leave, we are a small business and we cannot afford such trouble. "
Xiao Ning gave a helpless smile: "Second brother, don't panic, I'll bet you as much as you want." As he spoke, he took out a dime of broken silver from his sleeve.
The waiter took the money, thanked him profusely and went to the counter to exchange it before letting Xiao Ning leave.
Before he could get out of the door, he heard another horse neighing. Xiao Shaoxia secretly screamed, and rushed forward, only to see that the mount on the pillar at the door had been untied, and he was riding towards the outside of the town. Xiao Ning was in a panic. Apart from the money and important things he took with him, all the weapons and luggage were still on the horse. Now he didn't care about shocking the world. He jumped up to the roof and chased after him.
Two or three miles out of the town, I saw the horse stopped and snoring in a clearing. It was immediately deserted. At this time, Xiao Ning became more and more careful, holding two steel darts secretly in his hands and slowly walked towards the horse.
When I got to the horse, I pulled up the reins and saw nothing happened. I was secretly relieved. Just when I turned around and took two steps, I suddenly heard someone speaking behind me: "My friend just left like this. It was not in vain." Shall we have a treat?"
Xiao Ning's back muscles tightened and he stopped. Without looking back, he clasped the steel dart tightly in his hand and said steadily: "Who are you, and what is your intention in bringing me here?"
The man behind him chuckled: "It's nothing. The Central Plains is probably not something you can easily come to. If you don't leave anything behind when you come, how can you be so embarrassed to leave?"
"Oh?" Xiao Ning responded casually, "Then what do you want me to leave behind?"
"Haha," the man said with a smile, "I heard that you have a pair of short silver dragon halberds that are the finest in the world. How about keeping them with your head for later viewing."
"Silver Dragon Halberd?" Xiao Ning was stunned, "What did you say? Could it be that you recognized the wrong person?"
"No, no," the person behind was still smiling. His slow and logical tone did not sound like someone who wanted to raise his hands to kill someone. "The eleventh hero of the Shenyin Cult, the famous 'ghost scholar' Fei How could I not recognize Jianqing?"
Xiao Ning breathed a sigh of relief and realized that the other party had admitted the wrong person. He was about to explain, but at this moment, two figures appeared from the front like ghosts and blocked the way. However, they were the two people who had left in front of the restaurant. beggar.
At this time, the old beggar, who was in his fifties, was extremely angry and shouted loudly: "Gang leader, why bother talking nonsense with this devil kid? Just kill him."
The man behind him sighed, and then smiled again: "Elder Xiahou is too impatient. He is also idle when he is idle. What's the harm in playing with this little devil for entertainment?"
Elder Xiahou shook his head: "There are still important matters in the town. If the gang leader is not in a hurry to take action, he can hold the battle for his subordinates. He will wait until his subordinates smash this devil's head first."
Before he finished speaking, he swung the six-foot-long iron rod in his hand and rushed towards Xiao Ning.
