In November, Dongyang City was desolate with all the flowers withered.
The autumn wind blows, and the leaves falling in the wind on Dongyang Avenue give the whole city a chilly atmosphere.
About twenty miles south of Dongyang City, there is a dilapidated market called Chonghuaji.
Three years ago today, this place was once a prosperous place. The streets were busy with people coming and going. Wealthy merchants, traffickers and pawns, dignitaries, farmers in the fields, everything is there and everything is seen.
However, three years have passed and the place has become a ruins and extremely desolate.
The autumn wind blows, and the dead leaves on the trees rustle and become desolate.
Not far away, a man in black robes stood at the entrance of Chonghuaji, looking at the figure walking towards him in the distance, silently.
His name is Qiao Huaigui.
Someone once asked him why he called Qiao Huaigui. He looked at the man, gently put down the wine glass in his hand, held the long knife hanging on his waist and said, "Because of my knife, I want to go home."
"Your sword still has a home? Where does a thoughtless weapon have a home? Hahahahaha..."
Qiao Huaigui ignored the man's laughter. He gently picked up his knife, stretched out his hand, and touched it as gently as if he were touching his lover. The man looked at Qiao Huaigui in front of him, cursed a madman in a low voice, stood up and sat aside, and stopped talking to him.
Qiao Huaigui gently put down the knife in his hand, picked up the wine glass again, and took one sip after another, as if waiting for something.
Three years have passed, why haven’t you come yet...
A long sigh came, and the person sitting at the door of the wine shop had disappeared. Only a few pieces of broken silver lay quietly on the table, making no sound.
When the waiter came to pack his things, the man who had spoken just now realized that Qiao Huaigui had left, silently. The man looked at Qiao Huaigui who was walking away and said, "What a strange person."
The afternoon sun gradually faded and the temperature began to drop. Just as the store was preparing to close the stall, a young man in white and gorgeous clothes came over. The man had a face as handsome as a crown jewel and looked at him with a gold folding fan. The waiter asked: "Shop owner, let me ask, is there a swordsman in black clothes resting here today?"
The waiter raised his head and glanced at the man in front of him and replied: "Yes, yes, I was sitting and drinking in front of the shop early this morning. I drank all morning and didn't talk much. I heard that his name seemed to be Qiao Huaigui. He also said that he wanted to go home with his knife, which was very strange."
"Then where did he go?" the man asked again.
"We went to Chonghuaji. That's right there. I really don't know what to see in a run-down place." The waiter said while packing his things, and then stretched out his hand to point the direction to the man.
The handsome man didn't say anything. He cupped his hands and thanked the waiter, then stood up and walked towards the direction of Zhonghuaji.
"Interesting, so interesting. Qiao Huaigui, Qiao Huaigui, what are you waiting for?"
When the man walked away, the waiter turned his head and looked at the man's back and said, "This man is a normal person."
After finishing speaking, he shook his head and said: "As the saying goes, people of the same species flock together, and if they can be gathered together, they must all be weirdos. Yes, they are all weirdos."
When the man walked leisurely to the archway at the entrance of Chonghua Market, several figures suddenly emerged from the low houses on both sides. They held knives in their hands, were dressed in black and covered with veils, and surrounded the man. live.
"Master Shen, you're fine." A man in black looked at the man and said.
Master Shen stopped, looked at the men in black around him, and asked with a calm smile on his face: "I wonder why your Excellency is blocking my way?"
The man in black heard the sound and snorted coldly: "Where is Master Shen going? Why don't I give you a ride online."
After saying that, the man shouted and came forward, and the men in black with knives swarmed around him and attacked Master Shen.
Daxia Shen, whose real name is Shen Feiyu, is the young master of Shenjiazhuang in Longshou Mountain in the south of the Yangtze River. It seemed that the men in black who ambushed Shen Feiyu today should know him and his identity. In the world of Jianghu, there are not many people who have a grudge against Shenjiazhuang in Jiangnan. If there must be one, it would be the fox-shaped hill in the northwest desert.
But Hu Changqiu is a very famous person in the world, so why would he lower his body and find someone to assassinate the young owner of Shenjiazhuang?
While Shen Feiyu was dealing with everyone's attacks, he was thinking about the identity of the person coming.
Bang...
Shen Feiyu shot out one of the men in black and knocked back one of the men in black. Upon seeing this, Shen Feiyu, who was tightly surrounded, saw the opportunity and rushed out, finding a safe place to confront the men in black.
"Do you need help?"
Qiao Huaigui's figure appeared behind him at some unknown time. Shen Feiyu heard the sound, and while guarding against the man in black in front of him, he replied: "No need."
Qiao Huaigui said: "Okay."
After saying that, Qiao Huaigui walked to the side, sat down cross-legged, took out his knife from his waist, placed it on his legs, and quietly watched the battle in front of him.
When Shen Feiyu saw Qiao Huaigui sitting quietly on the side, really not planning to help, Shen Feiyu suddenly looked stunned and said, "You really don't want to help?"
After saying that, he dodged and avoided one person's attack. When he paused and saw Qiao Huaigui still sitting there motionless, he immediately cursed: "Qiao Huaigui, this belongs to your uncle."
Unexpectedly, as soon as he finished speaking, Qiao Huaigui's figure suddenly disappeared from the spot. Only a few bangs and bangs were heard. A group of men in black had fallen to the ground and could not move. In front of Shen Feiyu, a sheathed long knife was pointed at Shen Feiyu's brow.
Shen Feiyu stood there, looking at Qiao Huaigui, not knowing what to say, but heard Qiao Huaigui say: "Why are you scolding me?"
Shen Feiyu took out his fan, gently pushed Qiao Huaigui's knife aside and replied, "Who told you not to come and help."
After saying that, Shen Feiyu stepped forward and pulled a jade pendant from the neck of a man in black. He saw that the green jade pendant was engraved with an exquisite dagger, and on the dagger, there was also a fish, which was vivid. He bent down and looked at the man in black groaning on the ground in front of him and said, "Yuchang Pavilion."
As soon as Shen Feiyu finished speaking, he heard Qiao Huaigui say from behind: "It's you who didn't let me help."
When Shen Feiyu heard the sound, his face suddenly froze and he became angry. He took out his fan and wanted to hit Qiao Huaigui's head, but Qiao Huaigui easily dodged it and said, "Didn't you see that the situation at that time was very dangerous? Can't you tell that what I said was against my will? I really don't know how Aunt Hua, a talkative person like that, taught you like this."
When Qiao Huaigui heard Shen Feiyu mention Aunt Hua, his cold expression suddenly softened. He glanced at Shen Feiyu, turned around and walked towards the market. Shen Feiyu saw Qiao Huaigui's leaving figure and shouted loudly: "Hey, Aunt Hua will celebrate her sixtieth birthday in a few months. Don't forget to come back."
Qiao Huaigui did not stop and soon disappeared deep into the market.
Shen Feiyu held the Yuchang Pavilion killer's jade pendant in his hand, stepped on the killer's chest with one foot and asked, "Tell me, who sent you to kill me?"
Just as he was talking, black blood suddenly flowed from the corner of the killer's mouth, and he died in an instant.
