Wang Xiaoxia slightly raised his sword eyebrows and said calmly: "If the Demon Sect sets foot in Middle-earth, and it only fights with you people in the world, it will be a simple matter of the world, and the officials can leave it alone for the time being. But now the Demon Sect has let the people who defeated Makan The innocent people died in vain, and it is no longer a simple vendetta. This matter has affected the safety of the people, and Jiangjunlou will never turn a blind eye."
Yu Zhongchao's face was gloomy and he said in a cold voice: "So the Zhenbian Mansion will take this opportunity to intervene in the Jianghu?" His attitude changed very quickly, and in his excited tone, one hand secretly clenched the hand hidden in his robe. Waning Moon Hook.
Wang Xiaoxia glanced at Yu Zhong Chao's shoulder, but remained calm and said: "Even though the Demon Sect is powerful, it doesn't have the guts to be an enemy of the entire Great Yong Dynasty, so Master Yu and Zaixia returned to Da Feng City together. It will definitely be safe. As for your family gang, if there is enough time, the town border government will take the opportunity to investigate the Makan murder case and send troops to monitor it. Even if the Demon Cult wants to deal with you, they can only stop for now." His tone suddenly became colder. , his expression also darkened, and he said slowly: "If the Demon Sect still dares to take action in this situation, then what they will face is not only the northwest Jianghu, but also the border town of 60,000 border troops!"
Wang Xiaoxia looked at Yu Zhongchao and Cao Jingwu again, and said sternly: "Mr. Cao, Master Yu, I understand the concerns in the hearts of the two of you, but at this moment, at this very moment, if there is no way to change, wouldn't it be that you are in trouble with yourself? ? Don’t blame me for speaking so frankly. The only one who can save you now is the Zhenbian Mansion."
Yu Zhongchao's body trembled slightly, and his expression suddenly became uncertain. He was thinking about Wang Xiaoxia's words.
Cao Jingwu is an understanding person. He has figured out the key and his expression has softened.
Wang Xiaoxia's words are not difficult to understand, and they are the only comprehensive method at present. No matter how powerful the Demon Sect is, they will never dare to make an enemy of Zhenbian Mansion easily. Because Zhenbianfu not only has 60,000 frontier troops stationed in the northwest, but also represents the entire Dayong court.
No matter how powerful Yue Wuque’s martial arts is, how far-reaching King Chongyuan’s calculations are, and how powerful the power of the Holy Legend is, if he wants to challenge Zhenbian Mansion’s 60,000-strong frontier army, which ranks among the top three in Dayong, it is simply tantamount to The earthworm shakes the tree, and the mantis' arm blocks the car.
Yu Zhongchao was silent. During the Battle of Makan, the Demon Cult poisoned all the old, young, women, and children in the entire small village, and the young and strong people turned into corpses. Such a cruel act had already violated Dayong's law. The Zhenbian Mansion represents the imperial court as the highest authority in the northwest, and is responsible for the livelihood of millions of people in dozens of counties and counties within the territory. How can it sit idly by and ignore such a horrifying murder? Nowadays, I don’t know how many demonic sect forces have been infiltrated into the northwest Jianghu. With the enemy in the dark and our own open, if we can get the protection of the Zhenbian Mansion, no matter how arrogant and ruthless the demonic sect is, they will never dare to act rashly again. Therefore, what Wang Xiaoxia said is very reasonable and is the only way at present.
But no one knew that the Demon Cult's massacre of the people in Macan was by no means a quick demonstration. Chongyuan is so scheming, how could he not know the consequences of confronting Zhenbian Mansion? But he happened to make such a seemingly reckless move, which seemed to have created a strong enemy for Sheng Chuan for nothing. However, this dangerous recruiting operation is a manifestation of Chongyuan's cunning. Now that the barbarians have appeared outside Xiaoyang Pass, the first goal of the Zhenbian Mansion must be how to deal with the barbarians' next actions. Even if they investigate the defeat of Macan, they will not use too much force. After all, the barbarians are the most threatening enemies on the entire northwest border. In this way, the Holy Legend has become a hidden chess piece that can contain the power of Zhenbianfu. If the Zhenbian government ignores the murder of Macan, then countless people in the northwest will have trouble sleeping and eating. This will be extremely detrimental to the reputation of the Zhenbian government. Once the people are panicked and under internal and external pressure, the situation in the northwest will be One can imagine.
Chongyuan has secretly reached an alliance with the barbarian Fengyan tribe, and Dragon Sun Kuangyang has even arrived at Xiaoyang Pass. This news cannot be blocked. It will not only reach the ears of Wei Changxin soon, but also the people of Xiaoyang Pass. It has reached the ears of countless people in the northwest and caused a great shock to the people's hearts. This is the most terrible thing. Therefore, both the barbarians and the demon sect can restrain the border government for each other and distract Wei Changxin's energy. However, the Holy Legend was able to take the opportunity to cross the northwest safely and truly enter the Central Plains.
Therefore, for Chongyuan, he does not need to be directly hostile to Zhenbianfu. It is enough for Zhenbianfu to know that Shengzhuan has entered the northwest. And this is also the result Chongyuan wants.
The young leader of the Holy Legend has far-reaching plans, and it is definitely not just the martial arts in the Central Plains.
Cao Jingwu saw that Yu Zhongchao had been brooding for a long time, with a gloomy look on his face, so he said: "Master, what Wang Guard said is reasonable. Now the enemy is in darkness and we are in the clear. If we act separately, I am afraid that we will play into the hands of the Demon Sect, and they will take advantage of it." Defeat them one by one. In this way, the Northwest Jianghu will really be helpless." He looked at Yu Zhongchao and said: "Besides, Xiong'er has already told me that Mr. Yan's personal token of Sunset Racecourse still lies with the sect owner. This thing is particularly important on our body and must not fall into the hands of people from the Demon Cult. Therefore, we should find a safe place as soon as possible and discuss how to properly dispose of this token. So in my opinion, Sect Master Yu might as well condescend to accompany him for the time being. Wang Wei will go to Da Feng City and then make plans." He coughed dryly and added: "Cao will accompany Sect Master Yu into Da Feng City to ensure that nothing goes wrong."
"It doesn't matter, the situation forces me, and Yu is not a stubborn person. Since Brother Cao is willing to guarantee that he will accompany us, Yu cannot insist on it. Let's just follow the advice of the king's guard."
Yu Zhongchao finally relaxed, then showed sadness on his face, and sighed: "Now that the Sunset Racecourse has encountered a catastrophe, the decades of foundation behind Mr. Yan's legacy are indeed not trivial. Since we are fellow warriors, we must not sit back and watch as Mr. Yan His life’s hard work was taken away by the demonic sect and endangers the world.”
Under Yan Shouyang's decades of operation, the Sunset Racecourse has gathered the largest wealth in the entire northwest. If such huge wealth is taken by the Demon Sect as its own, then the world of northwest China will be completely controlled by the Demon Sect.
Yu Zhongchao suddenly frowned and sighed: "It's a pity that Mr. Yan's only son is also dead. I don't know who will give the token he left behind?"
As soon as these words came out, several people couldn't help but fell into silence.
Cao Jingwu also sighed: "Originally, apart from Brother Yan, the owner of the farm can be regarded as the most famous person in our northwest world. It would be best if he took charge of the overall situation. Unfortunately, he also died at the hands of the Demon Cult. It seems that this matter It’s not something that a few of us can decide in just a few words.”
Yu Zhongchao nodded in agreement.
Cao Xiong said: "Father, Master Yu, the top priority now is to leave here immediately. When we get to a safe place, we will make long-term plans." He glanced at Xue Yu, who was still sleeping, and frowned: "Xue Yue hasn't woken up yet, and we can't just sit back and watch what happened to his Double Flag Sect."
Cao Jingwu nodded and said, "That's right, we're leaving immediately, we can't waste any more time."
The next thing is how to deal with the dozens of corpses in the Yan family. Sunset Racecourse is a famous place in the northwest. Now everyone has been wiped out, so the corpses cannot be buried hastily. The local government office needs to be notified. As for the twenty demon sect members, whose identities are unknown, they must be investigated and verified by the government according to procedures before they can be dealt with. So after a brief discussion among several people, they decided not to move the corpses for the time being. Wang Xiaoxia ordered two cavalrymen to bring the tokens of the general building and quickly notify the local government office, and left some cavalry troops to stay behind. If anyone from the local government office came, , he informed the Sunset Racecourse case that the town border government would pay close attention to it, and if there was any movement, someone must be notified as soon as possible.
Then Wang Xiaoxia led dozens of dragon cavalry troops to protect Cao Jingwu and his son. Yu Zhongchao and the unconscious Xue Yue quickly left Sunset Racecourse and headed straight for Gale City.
In the middle of the night, at the beginning of midnight, Gubeikou.
Gubeikou is a small place, about twenty miles away from Dafeng City. Like many remote villages and towns in the north, it is full of ancient desolation. The wind blowing here, no matter in spring or summer, is full of the roughness of wind and sand.
Although Gubeikou is the closest to Dafeng City, it is not on the official road from the Central Plains to Dafeng City. Therefore, it is not too lively on weekdays. Now, a sudden late March snow has made this small place even more deserted. .
The night is dark, the wind is biting, and the sky and the earth are covered with snow. Most of the residents in Gubeikou have fallen asleep early, but there are still scattered figures walking on the streets at a crossroads in the town. Most of them are business travelers who have chosen to come here in order to save some money. Accommodation and rest in Gubeikou.
At the corner of the intersection, in front of an old house, under a wooden shed with a thatched roof, two dilapidated lanterns swayed in the cold wind, and under the dim light, a simple snack stall was set up.
Although it was late, the stall was not closed. The northwest has always been bitterly cold, and these small places don't have any good delicacies. However, a pot of old wine, a bowl of haggis soup, and a few pancakes are all this food stall has.
Although food is an ordinary thing, it always has some unique taste. Even though some people have tasted countless delicacies, they still can't forget some humble and cheap taste.
For example, the man sitting next to the food stall, taking a sip of haggis soup and nibbling a bite of slightly burnt pancakes, is exactly the kind of person who can't forget the cheap taste of this small place.
The owner of the food stall is a woman over thirty years old. Perhaps she has lived in this windy, sandy and cold place for a long time. Her skin is rough and dark, but her appearance is round and slender, especially her two big eyes, which are full of water and look around. His eyebrows are full of beauty, and he has quite a different charm.
The woman was a widow. After her husband died, she was left with a five-year-old son in the family. She was orphaned and widowed and had no other means of livelihood, so she set up a food stall in front of her house at the intersection to earn some money. To survive. Although she is no longer young, she still has a unique and alternative charm about her, so many men are eyeing her because she is here to take care of business. If they can occasionally take advantage of her and touch her slender waist and hips, they will It’s a wonderful thing that can keep you in ecstasy for a long time.
But this man is not someone who comes to take care of business just to covet the beauty of women. He just simply liked the old wine and broth from the woman's food stall, as well as the pancakes that didn't taste that good and were irritating to the mouth.
There are many kinds of people in this world, and he is the kind of person who misses the past.
Because of this heavy snowfall, the woman's business was very deserted. Seeing that it was already late and her whole body was getting cold, the woman cursed the bad weather in a low voice and was just about to pack up her things and close up. She suddenly saw The man came from the side street leading a white horse, stopped in front of her stall and looked at it, then tied the horse, sat down, and ordered a pot of old wine and a bowl of haggis soup. Three pancakes.
The woman responded quickly and brought the food up. The man seemed to have traveled a long way and was covered in dust. He seemed to be really hungry. He took a sip of wine, a sip of cake, and a sip of soup. He ate very seriously, with a look of contentment on his face.
The woman stood behind the stall. She first looked at the snow-white horse without a trace of color, and her heart moved. She is a native of the north and has been very familiar with horses since she was a child, so she has the discernment to tell at a glance that it is a well-known horse, which is very valuable and cannot be afforded by ordinary people.
On the back of the white horse, there was a long gun hanging sideways. The head of the long gun was wrapped in oilcloth. The gun barrel was as thick as an egg, and the whole body was bright silver. It glowed slightly with silver under the dim light.
The woman couldn't help but raise her eyebrows slightly. She had lived in the northwest for a long time and had seen many different kinds of people. She knew that most of the people who carried weapons were untouchable people, so she couldn't help but look at the man who was drinking and eating cakes alone.
The man was about thirty years old, wearing a black cloak, revealing a white robe underneath. He has sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes, and is tall and strong. Although he is dusty, his heroic spirit cannot be concealed at all. He sat quietly under the dim light, but there seemed to be a bright light emanating from him, which made people unforgettable and moved their hearts at the first sight.
The woman watched for a while, her dark and pretty face couldn't help but feel a little hot, her eyes were a little blurry, and her heart began to tremble - she had met many people, including various men. But she had never looked at a strange man like this before, and her heart suddenly trembled, because there was a real masculinity in that man, and that manliness was not because of his valuable white horse, nor that A sharp silver gun, not because of the high-quality white robe he wore, but because of his person. As he sat there, his majesty was like a green pine on the edge of a mountain cliff, or in other words, he was more like a gun than the silver gun on the back of the white horse - straight, high, and upright.
The woman suddenly came back to her senses, and was surprised to find that her face was flushed, and she was suddenly embarrassed. She secretly cursed herself for being so shameless, but she was blushing and enthusiastic towards a strange man for no reason. Fortunately, her skin was already dark and the lighting was dim, otherwise she would be really embarrassed.
The woman quickly averted her gaze, grabbing the rag and wiping the table in embarrassment, but she couldn't help but glance at the man secretly. She had been a widow for many years and was used to seeing men with evil intentions. She was tired of their monkey eyes and obscene actions. But she wants to survive, and her unique beauty is what allows her to live well, so she has always had an attitude of neither ignoring nor resenting those men. Little does she know that in her heart, she has been disgusted many times. .
But tonight, this strange man with a dirty look made this woman whose heart had been calm for a long time, inexplicably moved.
What is the heartbeat? It's just that my heartbeat accelerated for a moment, it was unforgettable in this life in one glance, and my face is still red and my ears are hot when I recall it, it is hard to describe.
The silent man still took a sip of wine, a sip of cake, and another sip of soup. The wine was not good, the cake was not crispy, and the soup was not very fresh, but he still ate it with gusto. He looked hungry, but his movements were soothing, making him seem to have a unique charm when eating.
At this time, on the north street at the intersection, a tall horse walked slowly and slowly.
The horse is black and exudes a sense of toughness and strength. The woman's attention was attracted by the sound of horse hooves. She looked at the horse and raised her eyebrow again.
Such a horse is also an unusually good horse. The reason he is unusual is not because of his breed, but because he is a war horse.
At the beginning of this year, the woman went to Gale City once and saw a group of sturdy cavalry at the city gate. The horses ridden by those cavalry were the same war horses as the black horse in front of her.
The woman frowned slightly. How could a war horse suddenly appear in such a windy and snowy night?
The black war horse came to the woman's food stall and stopped unexpectedly.
What surprised the woman was that there was a black iron gun hanging diagonally on the back of the black horse.
The iron spear was black and heavy, the spear head like a dragon's tongue was cold and cold, and the black spear tassel fluttered gently in the cold wind.
When the man saw the black horse stop, he couldn't help but raise his head, and then smiled slightly.
The knight on the black horse dismounted, led the horse to the white horse and tied it, and then walked towards the food stall.
The man was seven feet tall, with the waist of a wasp and the back of a monkey. He wore a hood and a brown cloak. He is still young, in his early thirties, but his chiseled face is full of light brown that has been tempered by wind and sand. At first glance, you can tell that he is someone who has been dealing with the northwest wind and sand all year round, but there is something else between his eyebrows and eyes. There is an air of roughness and perseverance.
To the woman's surprise, the man came to the man very casually, and then sat down naturally.
But the man in black robe and white clothes was not surprised at all. He looked at the man in brown clothes with a smile, and then said after a long time: "Senior Brother Han, long time no see."
The man in brown clothes lifted his hood, and the knife-carved outline of his weathered face became more obvious under the dim light. He glanced at the wine bottle on the table, and then said, "Junior Brother Yun, how long have you been waiting?"
As soon as he spoke, his tone seemed to be filled with the smell of wind and sand.
"It didn't take long." The man in black robe and white clothes put down the wine glass and said calmly: "It's just a pot of wine."
"The army was busy with affairs, and it snowed heavily, so it was delayed."
"It doesn't matter, it's just enough to have a good meal and a glass of wine."
The man in brown clothes raised his head and glanced at the woman standing behind the stall, and said with a hint of joking in his tone: "I remember the last time you came here, you drank a bottle of wine here. Is the wine here delicious?" "
The woman was not far away when she heard these words, and her heart moved inexplicably. Did the man in black robe and white clothes come to her stall to drink before? How come I have no impression at all?
He seemed to have finally filled his stomach, stretched his waist contentedly, and then said: "It doesn't matter whether it tastes good or not. What's important is that it suits my appetite."
"We haven't seen you for three years, and you haven't changed at all." The man in brown clothes looked at him and said, "Master, how are you doing?"
"The old man may be getting older. His temper has improved a lot in the past two years, but his appetite seems to be not as good as before." He answered casually.
The man in brown clothes suddenly sighed and said: "It has been almost ten years since I bid farewell to my master in Chang'an and went to join the army in the northwest. I have often thought of him over the years, but I have not had the chance to go back to see him. I am really sorry."
He played with the wine glass in his hand, his eyes fell on the face of the man in brown, and said with a faint smile: "Growing up, the old man loves you the most as his apprentice. Even my biological son has to stand aside for this. Although he is far away In the Central Plains, he has been asking for news about you. After I returned from the northwest three years ago, he learned that you had developed your ambition and became a major general leading an army at the northwest border. He was very happy and took us to accompany him. He drank all night. After the Spring Festival this year, the old man thought that Uncle Tie's birthday was approaching, so he asked me to come to the northwest for a trip. Although he said he wanted to congratulate Uncle Tie on his birthday, he actually wanted me to come and see you. By the way, I want to verify whether your kung fu has improved over the years."
The man in brown clothes smiled bitterly, then straightened his expression and said in a respectful tone: "I know that Master had high expectations for me back then, but unfortunately I failed him. In recent years, instead of blaming me, he has cared so much about me as an unfilial disciple. , Han Ju really has nothing to repay. When I wait for his 60th birthday in two years, I will definitely take a long vacation and go back to Chang'an to spend a few days with him."
If anyone else present heard the man in brown say the name "Han Ju" at this time, they would be very surprised.
Nowadays, almost everyone in this northwest borderland does not know the name Han Ju. This man is not very old, but he is the most valued right-hand man of Wei Changxin, the military governor of the border town. He is also the leading general of the Gale Force forwards of the "Wind Tiger Infantry" at the border. Han Ju possesses the talents of a general and is outstanding in his personal martial arts, especially his marksmanship. However, few people know that Tie Zhongtang, the master of the "Iron Spear Sect" in the northwest, is his fellow disciple.
At this moment, Han Ju, who is famous in border areas, is sitting in front of this very humble food stall in Gubeikou.
The man in black robes and white clothes turned his head and glanced at the black iron spear on the back of the black horse, and suddenly said leisurely: "I haven't changed these things, but senior brother, you seem to have changed a lot."
"Have I changed?" Han Ju asked with interest: "Where have I changed?"
"The wind and sand in the northwest are really not simple." He shrugged and said, "Think back then. You were also a handsome young man from the misty land in the south of the Yangtze River, but now you have suddenly turned into a true northerner. Is this still true? Has it become less?”
Han Ju's hazel-brown resolute face suddenly flashed a complex look. He raised his head, looked at the eastern night, and murmured: "I haven't been exposed to a spring rain in my hometown for a long time, and I don't know if the water in the river in front of my hometown is still crystal clear."
The man in black robe and white clothes did not answer. There was a glass on the table, so he poured a glass of wine and pushed it in front of Han Ju.
"However, I have never regretted it." Han Ju retracted his gaze and said slowly: "When I came here, I realized that the wind and sand at the border is a more suitable place for me."
"It's not bad. At least you can finally understand what you want." He smiled slightly. Said: "Senior brother, would you like to have a drink to warm yourself up?"
Han Ju glanced at the wine glass in front of him, frowned and said, "There is a ban on alcohol in the army. I haven't drank for a long time."
The man in black robe took a sip of wine and said, "Maybe I haven't had a drink with you for a long time."
Hearing this, Han Ju didn't say anything more, picked up the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp.
"It seems that you have finally found a good gun in the past few years." The man in black robe suddenly said calmly.
"The gun is a good gun." Han Ju's eyes fell on the black iron spear on the back of the black horse, but he said: "But compared with your azalea, it is still inferior."
"Is it easy to use?" he asked.
"It's natural. It took me a long time to find this."
"Since it's suitable, then it's the best." He smiled and said, "Do you have a name?"
"Dragon tongue." Han Ju put down his wine glass. He looked at the black iron spear with gentle eyes, as if he were looking at his most beloved lover.
"It's a good name." The man in black robe said, "I hope your marksmanship has not deteriorated during these years of military service."
Han Ju said: "There is no martial arts competition in the military, and I haven't had a good competition with anyone in these years."
"I'm here this time just to have a good discussion with you."
Han Ju raised his thick eyebrows, then smiled slightly and said: "When you came here three years ago, you said that Master had decided to hand over the burden of Qi Chi Men to you. In order to escape, you came to me to complain. Goodbye now. , I guess that burden is already on your shoulders, right?"
The man in black robe and white clothes was startled for a moment, and then his two sword eyebrows twisted together, his face full of helplessness. He smiled bitterly and said: "You should have known a long time ago that the old man has always hoped that you would be the one to take on that burden, but you went to the far northwest to join the army. If you just slap your ass and leave, what else can I have? Method?"
Han Ju pondered for a moment, then sighed softly, and said with a wry smile: "The Seven Feet Gate is my master's life-long effort. It's a pity that he was not kind to others and accepted me as his apprentice. During the years when I practiced gun shooting with my master, I saw a lot. Those intrigues in the world of rivers and lakes really don’t want to spend their lives fighting for fame and fortune. When a man is born in the world, he should have lofty aspirations, join the army and guard the borders, and live a vigorous life. The rivers and lakes are a quagmire. Once you step into it, you will not be able to survive. I want to escape cleanly. So I can only live up to Master's expectations." He glanced at the man opposite him again, let out another long sigh, shook his head and said: "As Master's only son, you were originally the rightful heir to the Seven Feet Sect. Man, it’s a pity that you have a loose nature and yearn for freedom without restraint. The burden of Qi Chi Men falls on your shoulders, which can be regarded as forcing others to do something difficult.”
Hearing this, the man opposite could only sigh helplessly.
Han Ju smiled bitterly and said, "So your life must have been difficult in the past few years, right?"
"Compared with wandering around the world in the past, dealing with those complicated and mundane affairs is indeed a headache." The man in black robes and white clothes sighed, "That's why I become more and more nostalgic. After all, there are things in this world that I can satisfy my appetite." , it’s become less and less.”
After he finished speaking, he poured himself another glass of wine, and when he drank it down his throat, his face was full of contentment.
"Junior Brother Yun, I'm sorry." Han Ju suddenly poured himself a glass of wine and drank it all in one gulp.
The man in black robe smiled freely and said: "When you are in the world, you can't help yourself. Fortunately, you have found your own way. Although it is a bit selfish, I am happy for you."
Han Ju lowered his head slightly and looked at the wine glass in his hand.
"How has Uncle Tie been doing these past few years?" the man in black robe suddenly asked casually.
Han Ju said: "Although I have been in the northwest these years, I have been training soldiers and horses in the army. Except for mission needs, I have rarely been out of Da Feng City, and I don't know much about the affairs of the world. And the world and the government have always been In order to avoid trouble, Uncle Tie also deliberately reduced his contacts with me. However, I have also heard that the northwest world has been quite peaceful in the past two years, and the Iron Gun Sect has established a firm foothold in the northwest. Uncle Tie's life It’s going well.”
The man in black robe nodded slightly and said softly.
Just as the two were talking, the sound of horse hooves suddenly came from the east-facing street where the black-robed man came from before. In the blink of an eye, four horses galloped through the snow to the food stall. .
The four horses were approaching in a menacing manner. The horses were wheezing and breathing white from their noses and mouths. They must have been in a hurry. But the four people on the horse reined in the reins almost at the same time. The four horses stood up with a neigh and stopped.
Seeing this, Han Ju and the two stopped talking and looked sideways.
Three men and one woman wearing bamboo hats sat on each of the four horses. When the food stall woman saw the four people stopping at her door, her heart skipped a beat. Not only did she see the three men and one woman, she also saw the swords on their bodies.
Four men, four swords.
The woman was very discerning, and she could tell from the clothes and swords of the four of them that they were all martial artists. The woman's heart sank slightly, wondering why these people from the world would come out at night at this hour.
The man in black robe and white clothes and Han Ju only glanced at the four people and then turned away. Han Ju seemed to no longer worry about the alcohol prohibition and started drinking with the man in black robe.
One of the middle-aged men wearing a bamboo hat on the horse tightened the reins, and the two leopards glanced around, and then whispered to an old man in green next to him: "Senior Zheng, this is Gubeikou. As far as I know, The news arrived that the guy came all the way to the east, but only took secluded paths, so this must be the place he must pass. We can take the opportunity to rest here for a while and wait for him to come, and then we will take action. "
The old man in green looked at Han Ju and paused for a moment, then asked in a deep voice: "Is the news accurate? It's so late, I'm worried that the thief has already left one step ahead of us."
The middle-aged man said solemnly: "Of course it's accurate. Xiao has already set up his spy in front. If he is one step ahead of us, there will definitely be news."
"That's fine." The old man in green nodded, "Just wait here and wait." After saying that, the old man turned over and dismounted, his movements were light and his posture was calm, which revealed his good body skills.
The other three people also dismounted immediately, and they looked like they were not weak in martial arts. The woman was tall, with a slender waist and swollen breasts. Although she couldn't see her face clearly under the hat, she must have been pretty.
In addition to the old man and the middle-aged man, the other man was a young man holding a four-foot long sword in his hand. The sword has a jade handle and a silver scabbard. It looks extremely luxurious and valuable.
The woman saw the four people walking towards her food stall. She didn't expect that there would be business coming to her door so late at night, and she was suddenly surprised and happy. Although these people in the world are not easy to mess with, most of them are generous. The woman hurriedly greeted her and asked with a smile: "You heroes, do you want some midnight snacks?" This is a small business, so we don’t prepare too many tables and chairs on weekdays. Now that he saw a big customer coming, he quickly cleared a table from the other end of the stall.
The middle-aged man glanced at the woman and said, "Bring a pot of wine and four bowls of broth."
The four of them sat down at the table.
"Drinking will inevitably cause trouble, so let's have four bowls of broth."
The old man in green said: "According to what you said, that thief's martial arts are not bad, otherwise he wouldn't have killed my nephew with one sword. We'd better be more cautious."
When the middle-aged man heard this, he nodded and said, "Senior Zheng's words make sense."
After that, he put a piece of broken silver on the table and said to the woman: "Four bowls of broth will be enough." When the woman saw the silver, her dark and pretty face suddenly became happy again. She quickly took the silver and went to get the soup happily. .
The four people each took off their bamboo hats. The old man had a strange appearance, his eyes were bright, and the beard on his chin had turned white. He placed the simple sword in his hand on the edge of the table and looked at the two young men across the stall again.
The middle-aged man has a Chinese character face, leopard eyes and tiger eyes, and carries a long-handled broad sword on his back. The young man has a handsome face, but there is a cold look between his brows. The woman was about twenty-four or five years old, with an oval face, long eyebrows, and light makeup. She was quite beautiful, but her sword was a narrow dagger two feet long. Except for that woman, the temples of the other three people were slightly protruding outwards, and it seemed that their internal cultivation was already quite advanced.
The woman suddenly had tears in her eyes and sobbed: "Uncle, you must avenge my husband this time. Zheng Peng just said that the thief was arrogant, and he killed him with one sword. Such a cruel person, if he let If he continues to stay in the arena, won't it cause endless harm?"
The old man in green had a cold look in his eyes, and said in a cold voice: "Don't worry, Qing'er, he dares to cut off the incense of our Zheng family, and he will pay for it with blood tonight. If this revenge is not avenged, how can I, the Zheng Family Fort in the northwest, have any face to face my comrades?" ?”
The woman's face was filled with sadness and anger, and she looked towards the east-facing street at the intersection, filled with murderous intent.
The middle-aged man answered: "Brother Zheng and Xiao are brothers. Now that he died tragically at the sword of a criminal, we, Jiulian Village, will never stand by and watch, and we vow to seek justice for Brother Zheng. Now, Senior Zheng and Young Master Qin are here, The thief will never come back."
The old man looked at the young man and said in a deep voice: "Ye'er, if the thief comes later, remember not to be impulsive. You must learn to look for opportunities and strike with one hit."
The young man held the long sword in his hand, a murderous look flashed across his handsome face, and said: "Yes, Ye'er has written it down."
While they were talking, the woman had already brought four bowls of haggis soup. The four of them had no intention of having a late-night snack, so they just took a casual sip and put down the bowls. The young man Qin Ye's eyes suddenly lit up and he blurted out: "What a handsome white horse."
Several people followed his gaze and saw the white horse without a speck of color on it.
The old man had a heavy heart at first, but he had always liked this disciple very much, so he said: "That seems to be a famous BMW from Dawan, which is very rare in the Central Plains." When he looked at the white horse, he also saw the bright silver pole. Spear, my heart suddenly moved, as if I remembered something, but I was not sure for a moment, so I couldn't help but frown.
Qin Ye looked at the white horse with fondness in his eyes and could no longer look away. He suddenly said: "I wonder if this horse is for sale?"
Although the words were not loud, Han Ju still heard them, and he immediately raised two thick eyebrows like blades. But the man opposite him didn't care at all, as if he didn't even hear anyone thinking about his horse.
The woman was full of grief and anger, and she was very unhappy when she saw that Qin was still interested in watching the horse. But she was concerned about the old man and couldn't help but snort in her heart.
The middle-aged man said: "A sword and a famous horse match a hero. If Mr. Qin likes good horses, the Sunset Racecourse is not far from here. When Brother Zheng's revenge is avenged tonight, Mr. Qin might as well go there."
Qin Ye was focused on the white horse at this time and turned a deaf ear to the middle-aged man's words. The old man's face suddenly changed slightly, and he glanced sideways at Han Ju who was not far away. After looking up and down for a while, he turned back and whispered to Qin Ye: "That black horse seems to be the cavalry war horse of the border army. There are people from Zhenbianfu here, so please be careful what you say."
"Zhenbianfu?" When the other people heard this, their expressions changed. Qin also frowned and turned his head to look across.
The middle-aged man immediately turned his head and whispered: "The boots on that man's feet are the combat boots of the border army. He is indeed from Zhenbianfu."
As soon as these words came out, several people immediately became cautious. The name of Zhenbian Mansion is so famous that although people in the world have always been very prejudiced against the government, they dare not look down upon Zhenbian Mansion.
The woman's face darkened and she muttered, "We didn't do anything wrong. What are we afraid of him doing to the border government?"
The old man glanced at her and sighed: "Since ancient times, the rivers and lakes and the government have always been in harmony with each other. We have important things at hand and don't want to cause trouble."
The woman snorted lightly and said no more.
"White horse and silver spear?" The old man looked at the white horse and silver spear and pondered for a long time, then suddenly murmured in a low voice: "I seem to have heard this name before..."
Before he finished speaking, the woman's expression suddenly changed, she pointed to the street to the north and exclaimed: "Here it comes!" Her tone was excited, and her body trembled.
Although a few people had been prepared for it, when they heard the word "coming" at the moment, they couldn't help but look at the direction of the woman's finger.
Even Han Ju and Han Ju were attracted by the words and looked towards the street.
In the dim long street, there was a tall figure walking towards the intersection step by step.
The figure walked neither in a hurry nor fast, but every step on the snow seemed to have the weight of a thousand pounds. But his steps were very light, so light that his feet landed on the snow without even the slightest splash of slush. It is really a strange thing to have such a heavy momentum and light steps in one person at the same time.
The figures are getting closer and closer. The four old people only feel a very heavy sense of oppression rushing along the long street. Several people are like an enemy, and the woman is like seeing the demon. Leapt cold sweat.
Qin also watched the figure, and a very weird feeling shrouded him, making his mind breathing a stagnation. He subconsciously grabbed the gorgeous sword and clenched it tightly, but for a moment His palms also exuded cold sweat.
"Is it true?" The middle -aged man was calm, staring coldly at the figure of only a dozen feet far from them.
"He killed Zheng Peng!" The woman was frightened and trembled: "I will not forget his appearance if I die."
Han Julong was picked, and his face showed a surprise.
The man in the black robe and white also put down the glass, and there was a rare light in his eyes.
Everyone present can clearly feel that that person is by no means leisure.
The old man in Tsing Yi slowly got up, his forehead was faintly beating, and he had held the quaint sword.
He was together, and the remaining three stood up. Everyone's face was angry and murderous. No one said, and their eyes were like nails on that person, but everyone heard their heartbeat at the same time.
The figure is getting closer and closer, and the heartbeat of the four people is getting faster and faster as the man's steps. The old man of Tsing Yi held his sword and the back blood vessels raised, and his finger bones had been pale. He can feel that the other three of them are very nervous, because that person's momentum is too strong. His whole person is like a sharp sword without a sheath. .
The sword without sheath is very dangerous because it can hurt people at any time. Isn't it equally dangerous if you don't converge your edge?
That person is close, and everyone can clearly see his appearance clearly.
It was a man with a sword. He was tall, with long hair, thin face, two long eyebrows flying like a knife, his nose's straight lips were thin, and the two narrow eyes were cold and scattered like eagle. In the late night when the heavy snow was stopped, he only wore a thin hemp clothing, but the cold but did not affect his movements at all.
The man walked to the cross street and stopped suddenly. At the same time, the cold wind in the cross street suddenly seemed to be paused with his footsteps, and the cross street mouth suddenly fell into silence.
The man stood at the center of the cross street like that, motionless. Everyone suddenly felt that the one who was standing there was not a person at all, but an extremely dangerous weapon -like a sword and a knife, like a gun like a halberd, like a hammer.
On his back, there was a four -foot sword. The sword body was wrapped in anecoplasia, revealing the dark ink and deep hilt. Although the style is old, no one will despise the sword.
Because this sword and the person with a sword also contain sharp sharp edge and dangerous danger.
Han Ju's face sank, and he never saw the swords and people who felt very dangerous at a glance, and this danger was very fatal.
The man in the black robe and white also straightened his back slightly. His eyes fell on the figure in the street, and he never moved away.
It was a completely strange person and strange sword, and no one had seen it.
In the heart of the Cross Street, there is no wind and speech, and the atmosphere becomes extremely weird in a moment, as silent as death.
The woman after the snack stall couldn't understand the mystery. She only felt a cold and chill than ice and snow, and spread from the soles of her feet to the whole body.
The man stood on the street, and suddenly he looked at the four people in the snack stall.
The lights in the street were dim, but the face was pale. It was pale to guess the age, and it was pale like just snow.
The sharp eyes scraped slowly on the face of the four, and finally stopped on the woman's face. The woman was connected with that eyes, her face suddenly turned pale, she trembled, she couldn't help but take a step back and knocked down the stool behind her feet.
"I recognize you." The man suddenly spoke, and his tone was very stiff, as if it was a Han dialect just learned, "Are you waiting for me?"
This sentence is very short, but he said very slowly and simply.
The old man in Tsing Yi jumped his forehead. He already knew that this person was not an unusual flow, but now the arrow is on the string, and there is no place to turn around. The old man took a deep breath and said deeply, "Did you kill Zheng Peng?"
The man's two oblique eyebrows picked lightly, his eyes fell on the woman's face again, and said, "Is the man with her?"
"Yes. Zheng Peng is the old man's nephew. This is my nephew and daughter -in -law." The old man said, "Did you kill?"
"Yes." The man didn't hesitate.
"Seeing such a face, it seems that it is not in the Central Plains martial arts." The old man's eyebrows were angry and asked coldly, "My nephew has hatred with you?"
That humane: "No."
The old man was angry and asked, and asked, "Why did you kill him?"
The man still answered very much: "Because he wants to compare the sword method with me."
The old man gritted his teeth and said: "Both the comparison, why should you do so far, why is it so poisonous and hurt people's life?"
The man paused and said indifferently: "Because he couldn't even stop me at all, he died."
The four of them suddenly furious, the person's tone was calm, but he listened to the ears of the four, but seemed to be acupuncture. The woman screamed: "You, the thief of the god, the two of us passed by the Cangguanle Mountain that day, seeing you compare with the three of them, the three of them disappeared, but you still killed them on the spot. Zheng Peng couldn't get used to your ruthless means, and stepped forward to warn you not to be bullshit and no one. But you said that people with poor swordsmanship do not use the sword at all, and forced him to do it with you. Xianggong didn't want to fight with you all. So keep your hands everywhere. I do n’t know if you take the opportunity to kill the hands and stab him to death. Tonight we have been there for a long time, you just want your blood debt! "
"You are not him, how do you know that he keeps his hands everywhere?" The man glanced at the woman and said, "It's just that his swordsmanship is too bad. Who comes from his own sword? "
The middle -aged man said angrily: "Zheng Peng has no grievances with you in the past.
The man's pale face seemed to have no expression on his face, saying, "The sword is killed, not for what to say. He doesn't help him to trouble himself, but he can't even hold his sword. Self -claiming swordsman? "
The old man in Tsing Yi was furious and drank coldly: "You shot viciously to death, let alone the name of the swordsman."
"You're wrong." The man's eyes suddenly flashed, and he heard him coldly, "I'm not a swordman."
"Are you not a swordsman?" The old man looked slightly and glanced at the sword behind him, his face sank, "What do you bring with a sword?"
The man slowly said: "I bring a sword, just to defeat the swordsman's clever people."
The old man suddenly sneered for a long time: "More than a few people using swords in the world, is you defeated one by one?"
"If everyone in the world is willing to come to me, it is best to be the best." The person's tone returned to calmness, but the coldness in his eyes became more severe.
"You're so arrogant!" The old man said angrily: "The old man did not take his own effort tonight, try to try your sword!"
The man's sharp eyes slowly swept from the sword in the hands of the four, and asked, "Are you also a swordsman?"
The old man's face was as cold as ice, and he slowly stepped in the first two steps, and said, "The old man in Zhengjiabao, Zhengjiabao, Zhengjiabao, Zheng Zhishu, please go out!"
The middle -aged man also stepped forward and sneered: "The thief killed my brother Zheng, and I will avenge the snow for him!"
Han Ju heard that he raised his brows. Although he was in the army and had never been involved in the northwest rivers and lakes, he also knew that there were many gangs in the northwest rivers and lakes. It is not comparable to the sunset racecourse and Fufeng Villa, but it is also two well -known forces in the northwest. The old man Zheng Zhishu and the middle -aged man Xiao Cheng are the owner of Zhengjiabao and the second head of Jiulianzhuang.
Zheng Zhishu and Xiao Cheng are also well -known figures in the northwest rivers and lakes. When did you see such arrogant generations? Especially Zheng Zhishu, he heard that man said that his nephew Zheng Peng couldn't even hold his sword. He was really angry. At this moment, the enemy's enemies are in front of them, and naturally they are unable to be furious.
The old man in Tsing Yi pressed the sword with one hand, and said, "Why don't you pull the sword?"
"My sword is only for the most powerful swordsman."
The man still didn't move like a mountain, and said slowly: "If you can let me pull my sword, I will lose, and life and death are dealt with by you."
His words were very stiff, but as soon as this sentence was exported, it seemed to have judged the ending.
Later, he removed the long sword behind his back and inserted it in front of him, and his face suddenly showed contempt.
The four -foot long sword was wrapped in anesthesia, and the man pressed his hoe with both hands, and Qin, who had been watching coldly, suddenly felt that the hemp cloth was not wrapped in a sword, but a kind of surprise that could make people ghosts and gods shocked. The terrible existence of trembling.
It was an unspeakable force, or that, that was a mysterious power contained in the sword itself.
Qin also sweaty his forehead. The strange momentum of that person and the sword had forced him to take the lead.
At this moment, the sword light of the cold electricity suddenly flashed next to the snack stall. The old man in Tsing Yi had suddenly become difficult, and a sword flew towards the man in the street.
At the same time, Xiao Cheng's figure jumped like a leopard, and he shouted, and the long -handed wide sword was taken off the sheath and turned into a cold and cold mang towards the man as a chest.
Although the woman was full of hatred, she really moved at first sight. She immediately remembered the scene of her husband's miserable man, and immediately screamed and stayed on the spot.
Although Zheng Zhishu was old, his shadow was as fast as wind. The quaint sword exploded a sharp sword, and it was instantly plundered in front of the person less than five feet.
Zheng Zhishu's sword shot is the exquisite cooperation of the internal force of decades of hard work and swordsmanship. And he also knows that the person in front of him must be a master, so this sword is no reservation, and it is bound to be under a sword. Not only should he defeat the man's arrogance, but also to let him see blood.
But at this time, the man's body was like a mountain, but the whole person disappeared abruptly from the place, and then appeared beside Zheng Zhishu. Then he raised his hand and pierced a sword.
Jian Feng did not come out, but the sword was sent first.
But this sword was not stabbing Zheng Zhishu, but Xiao Cheng, who followed Zheng Zhishu.
Xiao Cheng's sword is a heavy sword. He has been in a long time. He has a strong momentum, and the sword is sinking. The sword is directed to the mountains and the sea. But he didn't expect the man to take a shot, but he crossed Zheng Zhishu's more sharp sword and came straight to himself.
Zheng Zhishu's sword fell, and his body looked straight forward, but he was shocked to his scalp, and he had a good way!
Suddenly, the man's flat and unprecedented sword suddenly stabbed on the tip of the wide sword, and the two swords intersect, and a sound of the sword was suddenly exploded. The sword was stunned like a mad dragon, and the wide sword suddenly crushed instantly as dead wood.
The mad -like sword qi shattered the wide sword, and it was incredible. In a shocking sound of Xiao Cheng, the sword qi climbed up along the horn, and held the sword of Xiao Cheng to hold the sword. Fry the arm into a piece of meat, and the whole child shoulder!
The surgery of the sword did not diminish, and the burly body of Xiao Cheng flew out, smashing heavily on the table in front of the woman. The woman screamed and flashed away. Several rolling, there was no movement, and he didn't know his whole body.
Where the woman had seen such a scene, she screamed in scared, her legs were soft, and her soul was flying.
While Qin Ye's figure was repelled by Xiao Cheng, like the ghost seemed to fly out almost on the ground, the gorgeous long sword poisonous snake flew out silently.
He believed that his opportunity to find the opportunity was at this moment.
The popularity was to break the sword to retreat, and it was too late to blink. Although Zheng Zhishu was extremely frightened, his body was fast. After a sword fell, he immediately turned back and rushed back.
At the same time, a shadow of the man's feet combined with the sword, the sword light was colorful, and the steeply fought towards him with his chest and abdomen.
The man suddenly snorted, and his whole body was rushing, and then his left hand revealed backwards, and suddenly he clamped Zheng Zhishu's sword with two fingers.
Zheng Zhishu was frightened, and only felt that this sword that had poured into his life's skills. The sharp sword was like mud into the sea between the two fingers, and the sword in his hand was like hitting the iron wall at the same time, and he couldn't move for half a point.
And that person was clipped at hand, naturally as simple as a person blinking in an eye.
At the same time that the man clamped the tip of the sword, Qin Yi's stormy sword power also came, and the sword light flashed, and he was slanted towards him. This sword is not only sharp, but also the tricks are extremely vicious.
The man sneered in his sneer, and did not retreat, facing the sword light, and stepped forward with his right foot. With this step, the man's furious aircraft poured out, and he instantly stirred up a wild sword qi, covering Qin's whole person.
Qin Ye's rapid body sword suddenly paused in the wild sword gas. With the vertical and horizontal sword, Qin also blown up the blood mist in the group.
At the same time, the man's fingers twisted lightly, and the fierce aircraft rushed out. Zheng Zhishu suddenly felt a momentum like a mountain and the sea. He was brave, hurriedly relieved his sword, and retreated backwards. The man turned his fingers again, and the long sword popped off, and he shot towards Zheng Zhishu like a momentum.
After the man popped up, he suddenly played his right foot and kicked on Qin Yi's waist. He kicked him out of three feet away and hit a wall.
The woman who stayed in the same place was shocked, and the short sword in her hand fell to the ground.
Zheng Zhishu retreated enough, but his sword came faster. At the moment when he blinked, the horn handle had hit his left shoulder. Zheng Zhishu only felt that it was not a horn that hit him, but a hammer that heavily heavily. His five internal organs were torn, and the blood in his mouth was sprayed, and the whole person flew directly into the air.
But as soon as his body was thrown, the two fingers had already ordered on his left chest, and pressed his body.
Zheng Zhishu's old face was pale, and when his feet landed, a group of blood fog exploded on his left and back. He screamed immediately, and the whole person collapsed to the ground.
The woman at the snack stall hid in a house behind her, and she didn't dare to go out.
"It seems that your sword method is not good enough."
In the indifferent voice, the man lifted his left hand, and the two fingertips in the food were wrapped up, and Zheng Zhishu, who was paralyzed to the ground.
However, between the coupons, the man's sword couldn't get out of the sheath, and he had seriously injured the three masters on the spot.
"who are you?"
Zheng Zhishu fell on the ground and twisted his face, and his forehead was cold and sweaty. The man was only pointed, and he wore his chest, and his blood was soaked in his clothes.
The man did not answer, the second finger gas was condensed, and a sword pointed at Zheng Zhishu's eyebrows.
Zheng Zhishu suddenly scattered, and yelled in my heart to rest!
"Good work!"
At this time, someone suddenly applauded.
The man frowned, and the finger stopped. He turned around and looked at the voice. Zheng Zhishu's ghost gate turned around, immediately as a pardon, fighting back with the exhaustion, and at the same time, he seal several acupoints at the chest, barely stopped the bleeding.
The man saw two people standing next to the stall, and it was Han Ju and the man in white robe in white.
"Are you looking for me too?"
The man looked at the two and slowly retracted his hands, and his sharp eyes fell on the two.
"We don't know you." The applauded black robe man shook his head gently and said, "Your martial arts are very high, but since they are no longer your opponent, why should you be killed again?"
The man said faintly: "It turned out to be unexpected people."
"Since the victory and defeat have been set, why don't friends feel merciless?"
Han Julong picked his eyebrows, and his voice was slightly sinking.
In the cross street, the painful moaning of Xiao Cheng and Xiao Cheng's pain seemed particularly harsh.
The man held the hemp long sword and slowly took the front two steps and asked, "Are you also a swordsman?"
"We are not swordsmen." The black robe man said: "But I can see your sword method."
"Oh?" That person was surprised, "Can you see it?"
The black robe man suddenly took the first two steps slowly. Under the faint, his body was as straight as a iron gun.
He looked at the man and suddenly said: "The way of attack is contradictory. Your sword is also the same, and it is a sword that is retracted."
The man's two diagonal eyebrows were raging, and his pale face appeared a little shocking for the first time.
"You are not a swordsman, how can you see it?" The man looked at the man in the black robe, his tone was slightly sinking.
The black robe man said faintly: "Although I am not a swordsman, I know a few people using swords."
The man looked at him and suddenly carried the long sword of the sacrifice, and said, "Unfortunately, you are not a swordsman."
He suddenly turned and left, without looking at a few more people in Zheng Zhishu.
The black robe man suddenly asked, "Friends, is you really going to defeat the swordsman in the world?"
"Yes." The man stood up and suddenly turned and asked, "Since you can see my swordsmanship, then you know who is the best swordsmanship?"
The man in the black robe smiled slightly, and suddenly smiled: "The famous kendo in the martial arts today, Lu Huaichen Lu Zhenren, who is a Chongzhen Sword, is alone, but ..."
"Lu Huaichen?" The man did not wait for the black robe man to finish, and interrupted: "Well, then I will find him."
"It seems that you are a very persistent person." The man in the black robe suddenly sighed: "Perseverance is too much, it is too obsessed."
The man suddenly said: "My name is originally a fool."
"Fat?"
The black robe man's sword eyebrows were picked, showing a surprise, seeing this strange name.
Not far away, Zheng Zhishu, who was painful, heard that, was suddenly surprised. How could anyone use the word "idiot" in this world?
The man watched the black robe man groaning for a moment, and then asked slowly, "Who are you?"
The man in the black robe also groaned for a moment, and suddenly his eyes were like a torch, and slowly: "Cloud."
"Yun Yan." The man sighed slightly, "I remember this name."
After he finished speaking, he turned around again.
Zheng Zhishu also heard the name "Yun Yan", and his bloody face suddenly showed a sudden color.
The black robe man looked at the back that was gradually away, and his face suddenly showed a dignified color.
That person -idiot, the direction he went to, was Central Plains.
The black robe man looked at the idiot's back completely disappearing on the streets in the middle of the night, but his eyes were not recovered for a long time.
When Zheng Zhishu saw that man had left, he gritted his teeth and walked towards the two, punching towards the man in the black robe, and said, "Dare to ask this son, is it really the hero of the seven -foot door of Changan?"
The black robe man took his gaze and waved his hand: "The heroes dare not, it is Yun Yan."
"Flying snow in white, Ying Shan is red."
Zheng Zhishu trembled, and couldn't help but glance at the white horse silver gun not far away, murmured: "It turns out that it is Yunxia. Although Zheng was in the northwest, he had heard of the name of the heroes of Yun. Heroes of Yun said to help, Zheng has already ordered the hand of the thief. The life -saving grace, Zheng Mou was unforgettable. "Yan dragged the seriously injured body and bowed deeply to Yun Yan.
Yun Yan sighed slightly, reached out to support Zheng Zhishu, and frowned: "Zhengbao is a guest. You have all hurt you, or you should leave quickly."
Zheng Zhishu's forehead was cold and sweaty, and his body was soaked in blood. Tonight, the four of them came to revenge, but they didn't want to end up. Xiao Cheng broke his life and death unknown. Instead, this trip did not report big hatred, but influenced his companions so seriously, and the high bandit of the martial arts was incredible. It would be easy for him to kill him. Thinking of this, Zheng Zhishu was suddenly discouraged and lamented.
Hearing that Zheng Zhishu covered the wound of his chest and said to Yun Yan: "Zheng will not stay here for a long time. If the hero of Yun will be sent in the future, Zhengjiabao will be defined."
Yun Yan shook his head and said, "Zhengbao's the Lord is heavy."
The woman ran over panic and quickly helped Zheng Zhishu. The latter glanced at the woman and did not blame her to watch. In the face of the strong enemy, if the woman really got out of her hand, she was afraid that she would not die if she would not die.
Zheng Zhishu's spirit was sluggish and his face was gray. He gasped to let the woman go to check the situation of Xiao Cheng. Fortunately, Xiao Cheng just fell into a coma because of too much blood loss of broken arms, and for a while, there was still a breath. And although Qin is still alive, but the sword qi that was infatuated all over his body was stabbed for less than 20 places. At this moment, although he was conscious, he was miserable as it was removed from the blood. It was terrified.
Seeing this scene, Zheng Zhishu suddenly became angry and sad, and he couldn't wait to die immediately.
Fortunately, this battle, the horses of the four did not go away. Zheng Zhishu and the woman jointly carried Xiao Cheng and Qin on their backs, and the woman recovered the swords of several people. Seeing this, Zheng Zhishu's mood fell into the bottom.
Then Zheng Zhishu hugged Yun Yan again, and then left tragically.
After Yun Yan waited for them to leave, he shook his head and sighed.
It seems that the tranquility was restored again, but the woman didn't know where she had hid, and she didn't see it for a long time.
Han Ju was silent for a long time, and suddenly sighed: "Murder and kill, fight for strong fighting, this is the rivers and lakes."
Yun Yan said: "I know, this is why you must leave the rivers and lakes."
"Although I have left the rivers and lakes ..." Han Ju sighed: "The seven feet door is still in the rivers and lakes."
Yun Yan heard the words, silently.
"Flying snow in white, Ying Shan is red."
Now on the rivers and lakes, few people do not know the name in martial arts. In the past ten years, although the Central Plains rivers and lakes are depressed, there is a person who takes the next flying snow horse. The silver guns in their hands are red, the ranger is worldly, and the person is far away. .
In addition to the name of "White Flying Snow" on the rivers and lakes, Yun Yan now has another identity, which is the owner of the seven -foot door of Changan.
People in the rivers and lakes also know that in addition to a "Spring and Autumn Pavilion" that can order half of the rivers and lakes underworld forces, Changan also has another gang with the same reputation -seven -foot door.
However, the forces of the Chunqiu Pavilion are too great on the rivers and lakes. The prestige of the main flower of the cabinet is just like the days when the seven -foot door has been rooted in Changan for decades. There is the shore of Haoyue, Xingmang is dull.
But even so, the Central Plains rivers and lakes are martial arts, but no one dares to despise the seven -foot door. How can I not be convincing at the Spring and Autumn Pavilion flowers from the floating body?
For a moment, Yun Yan suddenly said, "Brother, have you seen that man's sword?"
Han Ju heard the words, nodded, but shook his head immediately.
Yun Yan said: "Although his sword moves are fierce, they only have swords and no swords."
"Sword?" Han Ju frowned slightly, as if puzzled.
Yun Yan's hands negatively looked at the direction of the idiot, and said: "Although his sword recruitment and sword potential is extremely high and fierce, it is destroyed with a deep foundation. No God. Compared to the sword method, this person is more terrible and unpredictable. "
"oh?"
Han Ju looked at Yun Yan a little unexpectedly and said, "But you just said that his sword was a sword that was retracted. Why?"
Yun Yan said: "You and I have the same door, and you have trained the marksmanship. But any blade in the world is nothing more than offensive and defensive, and the swordsmanship is no exception. The defense is very weak. Gaoming's swordsman knows this truth, so he will continue to surpass breakthroughs in the offensive and make up for the defect of defense. And that person's sword method is destroyed by the power of his own body, and there is no support for swordsmanship. In the eyes of the real masters, his sword has a fatal flaw. He obviously has already noticed this flaw, so he uses the advantages of the body to focus on defense. He is half a point. "
Although Han Ju is a soldier, he has also been born in the rivers and lakes. His martial arts are also deeply accomplished, and his understanding is not bad. As long as he thinks for a moment, he has understood Yun Yan's words. He groaned: "There is an indestructible spear in the world, there will be an indestructible shield. If the man's swordsmanship is really indispensable, there are few people who can break his swordsmanship between that day. ”
Yun Yan suddenly said: "But he had never even heard of Chongzhen Lu Huaichen's name, so he dared to say that he was enemy with the swordsman of the world. It was really incredible. You can guess that he is by no means in the Central Plains. "
Han frowned: "And his name is too strange."
"Fathers ..." Yun Yan said slightly, and said, "What is the origin of this person? It is undoubtedly the direction he goes to see him. He goes to the Central Plains, and he really dares to challenge Lu Huaichen?"
Han Ju frowned and frowned: "Lu Huaichen has never been in Qingcheng Mountain for decades, but I am afraid that I may not be able to see that person."
Yun Yan shook his head: "But the Central Plains Wulin, the master of Kendo is not just Lu Huaichen."
Suddenly, the rushing horseshoe sound came from West Street, interrupted the conversation between the two.
A war horse came, and suddenly stopped before the snack stall, and a knight rolled off his horse. He was wearing a light armor, a waist -hung sword, and immediately bowed his body: "General, something happened."
Suddenly Han Ju's face changed slightly, and his voice said, "What is so panicked?"
The knight was a scout of the "strong wind". After hearing the words, he glanced at Yun Yan, and when he saw that Han raised his face, he took a deep breath, saying: "One hour ago, Xiao Yang closed, the barbarians came!"
Hearing that Han Ju didn't respond for a while, his face was stiff. After counting the breath, he suddenly shocked.
"Barbarians!" The cold mang in Han Jianfu flashed, and slowly burst out from his mouth: "On this day, is it still here?"
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