In the first year of Chunfeng, on January 19th, Fulong County, Qinzhou.
In the evening, there were light snowflakes like salt in the gray sky.
The Spring Festival has just passed, and there are still a few more days to wait before the busy spring planting and farming season. The tile roofs in Fulong County are mostly idle farmers walking around the streets, drinking and listening to books.
At this moment, there are few pedestrians on the streets of the county city, and the tireless hawking and shouting are intermittent. The unpaved paths on both sides of the main street have been muddy by people.
In the dusk, two foreign men of the same height walked into the city gate one after the other.
The former is twenty-seven or eighty years old, with a slender figure, green clothes and white robes, a white jade hair crown on top of his head, and a long package slung across his back. His face is cold and handsome, giving people a chill that can't be resisted from thousands of miles away.
The latter is slightly younger, not yet tall enough. He is wearing a short commoner jacket, a delicate dagger at his waist, and a bamboo basket wrapped in a quilt on his back. Compared with his peers, his face is different. Outstanding.
Baipao spoke in standard Mandarin and said to the young man behind him: "Yan Shiliu, you are familiar with this place. Find an inn and stay here tonight."
The commoner Yan Shiliu grinned and said: "Go forward, there is a house swallow returning to the building."
Baipao said lazily: "I heard from my sister that you came from Fulong County. Why, you are back today and you don't plan to go home and have a look?"
The young man surnamed Yan raised his hand and scratched his head, smiling bitterly, "I'm not afraid of Feng Jue's jokes. My brother and sister-in-law don't want to see me. I've been wandering around in the world for three years and haven't managed to make a name for myself. Thanks to my master, he doesn't think I'm stupid and accepted me as his disciple. I can survive until now. As for going home, forget it..."
Baipao said harshly: "That's right. You have average qualifications, and you don't know what my blind swordsman brother-in-law sees in you?"
The young man smiled bitterly. He didn't care about Baipao's harsh words, because he knew that Xishu Fengjue had always been a sharp-tongued person, not to mention that the master once told him that his brother-in-law was someone he would meet once in a hundred years. A swordsman genius with arrogance.
While the two were talking, a small head suddenly popped out of the bamboo basket behind the clothed boy. It turned out to be a pink and tender child.
Some fat children seemed to have just woken up. They straightened their backs and yawned comfortably. They touched the bun of young Yan Liuliu with their chubby hands and said vaguely: "Uncle Feng, ten Brother Six...that one...I'm hungry...I want to eat candied haws. Buy it for me!"
The handsome man named Uncle Feng glanced at the child on Yan Liuliu's back, with a look of helplessness on his stern face: "I miss you Hua Fengju. I left Yanbei Qi Jianlou at the age of fifteen, and I can pick swords at the age of nineteen." Twelve sword slaves from Yushan Sword Market in Jianzhou became a master of swordsmanship at the age of twenty-one. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is a martial arts genius. The world calls me "Fengjue of Western Sichuan", and I dare to scold Yan Linxiao, the swordsman brother-in-law who dares to be brothers to the emperor, to his face, but now I can't do anything to his son.
"Call me uncle, who is your uncle? You are a young boy who doesn't know how to raise you. He eats, sleeps, eats. If I don't tie a pig to your neck, you will really follow your father."
The child imitated Hua Fengju's expression, waved his hands disdainfully, and retorted: "Kiss, oh, how about I tie an aunt around your neck?"
The flower phoenix raised its forehead and sighed, dumbfounded.
Yan Shiliu carried his master's precious son on his back and walked to the street stall with a smile on his face. He took out a few copper coins from his sleeves and bought two bunches of candied haws from the old man who was about to close the stall. He handed them to the old man with a smile. The junior brother behind him.
Along the way from Shuzhou to Qinzhou, he was happiest when listening to the quarrels between the elder and the younger.
At this moment, in the streets and alleys, there was an unbearable curse:
"I'll crush his new shoes. A beggar should behave like a beggar."
"A wild dog without a father or a mother is worthy of playing with a young man."
"Haha, don't say anything, you two, I'm afraid he won't be able to understand human speech."
Yan Shiliu took a closer look and saw that these words were actually spoken by three children who were no more than eight or nine years old. They were stepping on a child in the mud and were still swearing.
They are still children, and no one has taught them the eight points of etiquette, but the two points of animal nature have been deeply ingrained. Is this the Haiyan Heqing that those officials talk about every day? The young man Yan Shiliu couldn't help but feel angry. He carefully removed the bamboo basket from his back, and took out the young junior brother named Yan who was enjoying the meal with both hands. He turned his head and glanced at Hua Fengju, and then hurriedly walked towards him. Walk into the alley.
Hua Fengju, who was on the street, sighed softly, "Hey, none of the big or small ones make people worry." He shouted impatiently to his little nephew, "Boy, take your candied haws and roll over here. ! Bring the bamboo basket with you.”
Yan Longyu, the son of the Sword Immortal, held a bunch of candied haws in one hand and said casually, but showed no intention of passing by. He still stood there innocently.
In a muddy alley.
Just when the three evil boys were about to make another move, Yan Liuliu, who heard the sound, quickly stepped forward and stood in front of the three of them. He grabbed one of the children by the collar and threw him into the mud like a trick. in the ground.
Yan Shiliu said angrily: "You have learned to bully others at a young age! How did you teach me in a private school! Get out of here!"
No matter how evil a child is, they are still children after all. They have never experienced such a scene, and they were so frightened by Yan Shiliu that they dared not speak out.
Seeing Yan Shiliu's solemn expression, the three villains finally left quietly, leaving only the child in the corner who was trampled into a clay figure and had a hunched body.
The child climbed up from the muddy water. His face was covered with dirt and his face could not be seen clearly. He wiped his nose with his muddy hands and rubbed his eyes casually. Suddenly his eyes lit up. The child looked at Yan happily instead of crying. Sixteen grinned and said: "You have a sword at your waist, you are a swordsman! It was the hero who saved me!"
"Go home, it's getting dark soon. Your parents will be anxious if they can't wait for you." Yan Shiliu knelt down and smiled, saying softly.
A hint of loneliness flashed in the corner of Ni Child's eyes, "Dad is gone a long time ago. Mom died after making new shoes for me. She died of starvation. Now I have no family. In fact, it's good to be alone and have no one to care about. Haha, yes Let's go!" After saying that, the child, who was only six or seven years old, touched the dirty mud jacket with his hands again, and smiled awkwardly at Yan Liuliu, as if he was pretending to be relaxed.
The swordsman didn't react when the child saw him, thinking that the swordsman who saved him didn't like him, so he lowered his head, waved his hands, turned around and walked out of the alley quietly.
Yan Shiliu silently watched the child walk away, stunned on the spot.
Hua Fengju, who was leaning against the wall outside the alley, looked at the child's retreating figure, then looked down at his nephew, who was leaning against the wall like him. He seemed a little disappointed, sighed, and turned to Yan. Sixteenth said: "From Shuzhou to Qinzhou, haven't you seen enough all the way? There are millions of sufferings in the world, which cannot be controlled by just a few people like you and me. Okay, it's getting late, let's go find an inn. "
"And you kid, hurry up and eat!"
…
Yangui Building, in a guest room.
The four-year-old child took off his heavy cotton-padded clothes and was standing on the bed. While eating candied haws, the child murmured to himself: "My name is... Yan Longyu. My father is the great swordsman of Xishu who protects the emperor. My mother is the princess of Yanbei. I There are Uncle Linyuan, Brother Qingping, and I have many uncles... Hehe, I like it, Sister Yu."
The more the child talked, the more proud he became, and he actually jumped up on the bed.
Hua Fengju, who was sitting next to the bed and was woken up just after falling asleep, looked unhappy. He raised his hand and pretended to hit him, "Boy, you want to rebel! If you don't sleep, get out!"
The child smiled cheekily, handed the last half of the bunch of candied haws to his uncle, and rolled onto the bed to sleep.
Hua Feng raised his head and sat down at the table. He stared blankly at the innocent face of his little nephew on the bed, and smiled without realizing it, feeling a little bitter in his heart.
This martial arts genius didn't know how to talk to his child. His father, who was highly skilled in martial arts, had already been killed by a group of martial arts masters. His mother, who was the princess of the country, had been kind to him. My sister, who I had raised so much, has also given up on her death.
"Fengju and Xiaoliu, take Long Yu to Qishan in Qinzhou. There may be a chance of survival! In Shuzhou, I only believe in you. He is still young and cannot die!" This was the woman's last words before she died. Entrusted.
It is rumored that the ancestor emperor of Dazhao once received enlightenment from an immortal in Qishan, and that is why the current 500-year-old dynasty came into being. But rumors are just rumors after all. Who has seen the immortal? As an uncle, it is difficult to avenge the "family", but he can only travel thousands of miles to find immortals to protect his nephew's safety.
The child named Yan Longyu was already hugging the pillow and talking in his sleep that no one could understand.
However, Hua Fengju had a lot of thoughts: traveling from south to north, he was pursued and intercepted all the way, and there were countless people in the Jianghu and temples who wanted the child's life. But now that I have arrived at the immortal's residence entrusted to me by my sister, I haven't seen a single person blocking my way. Is there really no news?
Can this immortal really keep my nephew Long Yu safe?
Looking at the Qinzhou Kanyu map on the table in front of him, the man in white robe stroked his temples and finally pointed at a place on the map, "Tomorrow there will be a deadly battle by the Gunlong River."
When Hua Fengju was lost in thought, an invisible figure flashed past his window.
Hua Fengju, who was already a martial arts master, ignored him. He rubbed his sore eyes and sighed: "Hey, you still say you miss home, so you can be tough!"
That figure was Yan Shiliu who wanted to go home secretly.
