As the sun sets in the west, Chonghuajie shows a different kind of charm under the sunshine of autumn. There is also a unique beauty among the ruins.
Qiao Huaigui sat on a broken stone bridge at the south end of the market, with a jar of wine beside him, looking at the setting sun on the horizon alone, not knowing what he was thinking.
Old friends are separated and carried together again, and they stay and return home when they are on the move. The universe spreads out and you have a clear view, and all the scenery seems to be borrowing from each other.
The north wind has snowed for three days, and Taisu Bingyuanhua. The nine mountains are so majestic that they cannot be crossed by mausoleums.
The cold waves are rising, and the white birds are descending leisurely. People feel anxious when they return home, and things are free in nature.
The wine cup is screaming, and the dust is full of sorrow. Looking back at the people in the pavilion, the forest is plain and picturesque.
"What a great song "Farewell at Yingting Pavilion". Young Master Huaigui is indeed a man of both civil and military skills, and is charming and suave."
A burst of laughter came from the bridge. Qiao Huaigui was still sitting there, looking at the setting sun on the horizon and said lightly: "You are here."
"Yes, I'm coming," the man replied.
"Then draw your sword!" Qiao Huaigui said indifferently.
Hearing the sound, the man smiled slightly and walked to Qiao Huaigui and stopped. He looked at the half-drunk wine jar beside him and said, "How about you and I take a swig first?"
"I don't have your wine." Qiao Huaigui's voice was still very deep, so deep that it made people feel chilling.
The man was not embarrassed. He sat down and took a big sip from the wine jar next to Qiao Huaigui. "You are still so cold after all these years. Is there nothing in this world that can arouse your interest?"
Qiao Huai returned without turning his head, looking motionlessly at the sunset that had already set halfway down the mountain. The man put down the wine in his hand and continued: "Do you think I, Han Yunzhao, am also a knight-errant, so unworthy of your attention in front of you?"
"snort."
Listening to Qiao Huaigui's cold snort, Han Yunzhao shook his head helplessly, picked up the wine jar, took a sip, stood up and walked out.
As soon as they got off the stone bridge, they saw Qiao Huaigui standing on the stone bridge with his sword drawn and saying, "Draw your sword."
Han Yunzhao stopped, turned around, looked at Qiao Huaigui with a smile and said with a smile: "Okay, then force me to draw my sword."
As soon as he finished speaking, a faint blue light was seen on the long knife in Qiao Huaigui's hand. In an instant, he attacked Han Yunzhao like thunder and lightning. When Han Yunzhao saw this, he held a sword flower and faced the knife. Suddenly, the handle of the knife The sound of collision is endless.
At this time, Shen Feiyu and his party, who were resting at a wine shop outside the market, heard the sound of fighting. They immediately stood up and looked at the two people fighting by the stone bridge from a distance.
"So it's you." Shen Feiyu said softly.
As soon as he finished speaking, the waiter came out with a bottle of wine behind him. When he saw Shen Feiyu standing there, he shouted, "Guest, your wine has arrived."
After a while, the waiter saw Shen Feiyu standing there motionless, staring at the Chonghua Market. He walked over with some curiosity. He looked up and saw two rays of light, one blue and one white. After the collision, he suddenly shouted: "It's starting to fight, it's starting to happen."
In an instant, the people who were drinking in the wine shop stood up and gathered around. They stood behind Shen Feiyu and watched the excitement. Some people had even opened their gambling equipment.
"I beat the man in black and win."
"I beat the man in white and win."
"I bet on a draw." One person said looking into the distance.
"How many taels of silver did you press?" another person asked.
"I have no money."
"How can you play gambling equipment if you don't have money? You are a poor man." The man walked away with a look of disdain on his face and cursed. He walked to the side and continued to shout, "If you buy it, leave it, if you buy it, leave it."
On the stone bridge, by the river.
Swords and swords shuttled between each other, you came and I went, it was so intense.
At this moment, Qiao Huaigui took a fancy to Han Yunzhao's flaw and came forward with a long knife. Han Yunzhao blocked the knife with his sword. Unexpectedly, an empty goal suddenly appeared on the left side. Qiao Huaigui saw this and quickly stepped out with his left foot. , heading towards the empty door.
When Han Yunzhao saw this, he drew his sword with a clang, and immediately dodged slightly, barely dodging Qiao Huaigui's aggressive kick.
"It's a good move to move forward before retreating." Han Yunzhao stabilized his figure and said.
"snort."
"It's so cold."
After Han Yunzhao finished speaking, he stepped forward with his sword and fought fiercely with Qiao Huaigui again. Both of them were heading towards the other's fatal weakness, but each was showing mercy. Because they both know that without each other's world, they will be lonely.
However, there are always unexpected changes in the development of things. A figure who was standing behind Shen Feiyu disappeared at some point. By the time Shen Feiyu reacted, the man had arrived less than a mile away from the small stone bridge. .
"Something's wrong, there's something wrong with that person."
Just as Shen Feiyu finished speaking, he saw the man taking out a dagger and stabbing Qiao Huaigui in the middle of the battle. Shen Feiyu's eyes suddenly opened angrily and he shouted: "Yuchang Pavilion." After saying that, he moved quickly. And went, trying to block the blow.
However, no matter how fast he was, he was too late to save the person due to the distance limit. He only heard a pop, the dagger was inserted into Qiao Huaigui's back, and blood spurted out on the man's face. At this time, Han Yunzhao's long sword attack came, and Qiao Huaigui was stabbed behind him before he had time to dodge. Han Yunzhao stabbed Qiao Huaigui's chest with his sword and penetrated it.
Han Yunzhao's face suddenly darkened, and when he saw Qiao Huai returning, the people in Yuchang Pavilion shouted loudly: "Who are you?"
The man grinned when he saw this, and black blood suddenly appeared from the corner of his mouth. He slowly fell down, dying.
Upon seeing this, Han Yunzhao quickly sealed Qiao Huaigui's acupuncture points, gently put him aside, turned around and walked up to the man, pulled a jade pendant engraved with the Yuchang Pavilion logo from his neck and said, "Yuchang Pavilion."
Shen Feiyu had already arrived at Qiao Huaigui's side. When he saw Qiao Huaigui, who was pale and unconscious due to excessive blood loss, he asked, "What happened?"
Han Yunzhao threw the jade pendant over and said, "People from Yuchang Pavilion."
"Is the sword on his chest yours?" Shen Feiyu asked.
Han Yunzhao looked at him and replied: "Yes."
Shen Feiyu did not raise his head, but gently hugged Qiao Huaigui and said, "Your Excellency, please state your name."
"Han Yunzhao."
"Okay, this account has been remembered by Shenjiazhuang in Longshou Mountain. I hope you can protect your head and wait for me to pick it up." After saying that, Shen Feiyu hugged Qiao Huai and walked towards the wine shop outside the market without looking back. go.
There has been a mess here, paying for what should be paid, and dividing what should be paid. Some people are overjoyed, while others are mourning for their heirs.
Shen Feiyu placed Qiao Huaigui in the guest room of the wine shop, treated his wounds, and applied Shenjiazhuang's finest healing medicine, then sat cross-legged and waited for Qiao Huaigui to wake up. This wait is three days.
Three days later, when Qiao Huaigui woke up from a coma, her first words were to call Aunt Hua. Immediately afterwards, he passed out again. Shen Feiyu stepped forward and looked at Qian Huaigui, whose face was a little red. He stretched out his hand and touched his forehead. It was as hot as holding a red charcoal in his hand.
"The fever is so serious." Shen Feiyu muttered, turned around, opened the door and walked out. He shouted downstairs: "Servant, go and invite the best doctor nearby."
The waiter downstairs responded, turned and left.
Half an hour later, an old man with white hair walked in, followed by a little girl about fourteen years old. Seeing this, Shen Feiyu walked up and saluted the old man and said, "Greetings to Senior Luo, can you?" Meeting senior in this wilderness is pure luck."
The old man's name was Luo Wuwei, and he was a Qing cultivator on a nearby unknown mountain. When he heard the waiter at the wine shop shouting his name everywhere, he came out and asked, "What happened?"
The waiter briefly explained the situation in the wine shop, and then heard Luo Wuwei say: "I'll come as soon as I go." After saying that, he turned and walked into the house.
