early morning.
It was just about dawn, and the tea shed next to the official road was empty. The owner of the tea stall had not left the stall yet. There were only some uncollected tables, chairs, and benches placed aside, but he was not afraid of being taken away by someone who wanted to.
The sky was a little cloudy and gloomy. I didn't know whether it was because the sky was still dark or it was going to rain.
A man in black clothes emerged from the fog, carrying a bamboo hat behind his back and holding a long sword in his left hand.
He didn't walk very fast, but his eyes were keenly observing his surroundings.
He slowly walked into the tea shed and sat down at a four-corner table.
Thick fog shrouded the official road, making it difficult to see clearly.
There was a sudden rustling sound in the grass behind the tea shed, but the man did not turn around, but looked in the direction of the official road, as if he wanted to find something in the thick fog, but what exactly was there? What he was looking for, I'm afraid he couldn't even tell what he was looking for at this time.
Two shadows jumped out from the grass. Although their movements were as light as rabbits, they still seemed particularly loud in this quiet morning.
"Lord Sifeng."
"It seems that you gained nothing yesterday." Si Feng didn't move his head and just said lightly.
The two people who reported the report were a little embarrassed, so they just buried their heads lower: "My lord, please forgive me."
"That's all," Si Feng sighed lightly, "Now we are all doing some futile things. If we are not worried that the Holy One will punish you, I don't want to force you to search aimlessly in this place all day long. "
There seemed to be the sound of trotting in the distance.
"Tell me to go down and continue searching with all our strength. The Holy One is already displeased. If we don't get anything, I'm afraid my life will be in danger."
"yes--
yes--"
The two people behind him quickly disappeared into the grass.
On the side path, an old man and a young man wearing rough cloth t-shirts hurriedly ran towards the grass shed. When they saw Sifeng sitting in the shed, they gasped and apologized repeatedly: "I'm sorry, sir, but I've been waiting. Better, it’s true that there are few people on the road at this hour, so I’ll go make you a pot of tea first.”
As he spoke, he waved to the person behind him who seemed to be his son. The man immediately understood and hurriedly went to the stove to light a fire.
There seemed to be a faint smell of alcohol floating around Sifeng's body, but he nodded slightly to the old man in front of him very kindly: "I was a bit embarrassed about drinking last night. Please bring me a pot of tea."
While talking, the young man had already made a pot of tea at the back and trotted over to bring it over: "Here comes the tea."
The old man neatly took the teapot from the young man's hand, poured it into a not-so-delicate tea bowl, and pushed the tea bowl in front of Sifeng: "Please, sir, be careful not to burn it."
After saying that, he wisely stepped aside.
Sifeng was just about to stretch out his right hand to take the tea bowl. The moment he touched the tea bowl, his hand shook violently, and the sleeves fell diagonally from his wrist, exposing a small part of his arm.
In the morning mist, a ferocious scar was clearly exposed, hovering on that powerful hand.
Seeing the suddenly shaking hand, Si Feng was stunned.
The sound of horse hooves came from the thick fog.
The visitor didn't seem to have any intention of stopping and resting. The sound of the horse's hooves showed no sign of abatement, but kept running forward vigorously.
For some reason, Sifeng raised his head out of nowhere and looked in the direction where the sound of horse hooves came from. He seemed to want to see clearly who was coming.
The sound of horse hooves was getting closer and closer, and the father and son behind the stove craned their necks to look in the direction of the sound, wondering if there were any new guests who could take care of their business.
A young man with tied hair held the reins and galloped ahead, followed closely by two BMWs, also brown, revealing their true appearance.
The handsome man in plain clothes seemed to be about the same age as the man in front of him. Riding by his side was an old man with gray hair and a white beard. Although he looked quite old, he was not very confident when riding a horse. No less impressive than the two young men beside him.
Si Feng looked at the three people who came from Guandao unconsciously.
When the horse galloped past, the old man turned his head for some reason.
Those eyes met Sifeng's.
With a "bang" sound, the man at the table suddenly stood up, and his knees hit the wooden table hard. The tea bowl on the table was pushed out of the table by force, fell to the ground, and cracked in two pieces. , the hot tea was scattered all over the floor, and a lot of it splashed on Sifeng's feet, but he didn't seem to feel any burning sensation.
Because his face was full of shock at this time.
How can it be?
Those eyes are clear——
But how is that possible?
***
In the dark prison, the scarlet flames in the basin licked the charcoal inside.
A bloody smell filled the air.
The air in the prison seemed to have the smell of blood and burnt flesh all year round. The guards on guard showed no expression, probably because they were already used to the disgusting smell.
On the damp and smelly haystack, there was a man sitting cross-legged. The prison clothes on his body were dirty, his right hand was stained with blood, and his black hair was messy, covering most of his face.
But he just kept his eyes closed.
But I heard footsteps approaching.
"Eunuch Li."
"Open the door." Li Fuzhen's voice sounded old and gentle, but it made people very frightened. The guard on the side quickly took out the key in his arms and unlocked the prison door.
Si Feng slowly opened his eyes.
"Eunuch Li, it is an indisputable fact that my master has died in southern Xinjiang. No matter how much punishment you use on me, you can't change this fact."
"Really?" Li Fuzhen shook off the whisk in his hand, inserted it into the belt behind him, squatted down, and reached out to grab Sifeng's right hand.
Although he was old, Li Fuzhen's grasp seemed to be full of strength. Big beads of sweat instantly dripped from Sifeng's forehead, and his already pale face became even more frighteningly white at this time.
Blood seeped out of the prison clothes and stained Li Fuzhen's hands.
"I have always heard that Master Wen has a master who can wield swords with both hands. Now that your right hand is disabled, you still insist on saying so. The Holy One naturally believes you."
Li Fuzhen suddenly let go of Sifeng's right hand, and the heartbreaking pain finally gave Sifeng some room to breathe. He stood up, looked at the blood on his hands, took out the handkerchief in his arms and wiped it with some disgust.
"Sifeng, the Holy One has decided to give you another chance. From now on, you will lead the search in Jialan City with the secret guards. The Holy One wants to see the person alive and the body after the death."
Li Fuzhen threw away the handkerchief. The weightless handkerchief floated slowly and leisurely in the air, and finally landed on the smelly haystack.
"The two-handed swordsman has lost one of his hands. Whether you can save the remaining hand and this life depends on you."
"yes."
Si Feng, who was constantly suffocating, finally had room to breathe. This reply was accompanied by a heavy cough.
His thoughts kept whirling with the sound of coughing——
Master, if you really are still alive, at least let Sifeng know
