The cold wind is like a knife.
Thousands of miles of snow.
The snow will stay, but the wind will not settle.
A carriage came from a distance, its rolling wheels crushed the ice and snow on the ground, but could not crush the loneliness between heaven and earth.
When the carriage reached the end of the official road and there was a rugged road ahead, the big man driving the carriage shouted and reined in the carriage and horses.
This big man has a beard all over his face. Although his figure is slightly stooped, his eyes are still as sharp as an eagle's.
But when his eyes turned to the car, he immediately softened.
"Master, the road is over. The carriage cannot enter the trail. You need to walk."
The curtain opened and two people stepped out of the carriage. The first person was a middle-aged man with a thin body and a pale face.
He is no longer young, his hair on his temples has turned white, and the corners of his eyes are full of wrinkles. Each wrinkle seems to record his worries and misfortunes. Even his eyes that were once full of joy and vitality often revealed an unconcealable tiredness, but he was still one of the most legendary figures in the world.
Behind the middle-aged man was a little boy.
The little boy is not very old and has lively features.
"You wait here, I'll go over there and take a look." The middle-aged man said to the iron-clad man.
"I understand, young master." The armored man nodded, but he did not insist on following the middle-aged man. Because he knew that the middle-aged man's martial arts skills and rich experience were almost unparalleled by few people in the world. What's more, the young master will never miss with a knife, never making an exception.
"Xiao Kai, come with me." The middle-aged man smiled at the little boy.
"Yes, Master." The little boy nodded.
The wind was whistling loudly, mixed with heavy snow, and the shrill cold snow was falling between the sky and the earth. The little boy was agile and followed closely behind the middle-aged man. His movements were actually faster and more agile than many martial arts masters who were famous for their light kung fu.
The middle-aged man seemed to be determined to test the little boy's Qinggong. Each step seemed ordinary, but he walked faster and faster. The scenery on both sides flew by quickly, and in the blink of an eye he was dozens of feet away.
When the little boy saw that the sky was filled with snow and wind, he was about to lose sight of his master. He couldn't help but feel anxious. He quickened his steps and used all his strength to activate Qinggong. But after all, he was still young, his internal strength was shallow, and he had not mastered Qinggong. As soon as he stepped on an icy spot, he lost control of his body and fell on his back.
Fortunately, a big hand held his hand at this time.
"careful."
The middle-aged man smiled at the little boy: "If you think I'm going too fast, you can tell me. No matter what time, don't try to show off your strength. Force yourself to do things you can't do or do things you don't like. In the end Not only will it harm yourself, but it may also harm others, do you understand?"
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"I understand, Master."
The little boy lowered his head and said, "Master, please walk slower, I can't keep up."
"This is a good boy." The middle-aged man held the little boy's hand and walked in the snow.
The little boy turned his head and looked at the hand holding him.
This hand is very slender, but its skin color is a little pale, and it is generally unhealthy like its owner.
But the little boy knew that this was the most terrifying hand in the world, a hand with magical powers.
Any knife in this hand can hit the target without exception. Countless gangsters in the world have died for this hand.
Romantic Swordsman.
The third in the weapons spectrum.
What an honor.
And as Old Man Tianji retired to seclusion and Shangguan Jinhong died, these hands became almost the best in the world.
"Master, where are we going?" About half an hour later, there was almost no snow falling in the sky, and a warm sun climbed up. There was a thin layer of sweat on the little boy's forehead, and he finally couldn't help but ask.
"We're almost there." Li Xunhuan's cough was drowned in the wind and snow. After a moment, he pointed ahead and said, "That's it."
The little boy looked up and saw a manor standing proudly in the snow. The manor was covered with snow, and it seemed that it had not been occupied or cleaned for a long time.
"This is..." the little boy wondered.
"The most sensational battle in the world in the past took place in this manor." Li Xunhuan's voice was flat.
"Master, are you talking about the battle between Shangguan Jinhong and Yu Liancheng in the past!" The little boy's eyes suddenly brightened.
Li Xunhuan nodded.
When the little boy looked at the manor again, he suddenly felt that the ruined manor was filled with murderous intent. The murderous intent was colder than ice and snow, making people feel a chill in their bones.
Shangguan Jinhong, second in the weapons spectrum.
He single-handedly founded the Money Gang and swept the martial arts like an unparalleled hero overnight, intending to annex all other factions in the world and dominate the martial arts. There are many masters in the money gang, and in a short period of time, it has become the most famous, powerful and financially powerful gang in the world.
Shangguan Jinhong ranks second in the weapons spectrum, and the only one who can compete with him seems to be Old Man Tianji, who ranks first in the weapons spectrum.
But Old Man Tianji is already old, and martial arts is all about sailing against the current. If you don't advance, you will retreat. What's more, Shangguan Jinhong also has a terrifying helper, a shadow swordsman who is not inferior to the flying swordsman - Jing Wuming. Later, even Old Man Tianji himself admitted that if he really fought against Shangguan Jinhong, he would be the only one who would die.
fortunately. At this time, there was also a Liujue Kuangke.
fortunately. There is also a flying swordsman beside Liujue Kuangke.
That battle was already thrilling and completely changed the situation in the world.
And there were only four people involved who could actually witness that battle.
But the outcome of this battle is unknown to everyone.
Shangguan Jinhong died, and the Money Gang, a sect that was almost sweeping the world, quickly collapsed.
The 'Six Ultimate Crazy Guest' and the 'Six Ultimate Immortal Guest' also disappeared. Some people say that he imitated the famous heroes Shen Lang and others from his predecessors and went overseas to visit immortals. Others said that he and Shangguan Jinhong were both injured and retired to recuperate. There are even rumors that Yulian City went west and became the leader of the Demon Cult...
But no matter what, he has always been a sensational legend.
His battle with Shangguan Jinhong will definitely be famous throughout the ages and will be sung by future generations.
Even though nearly ten years have passed, it is still full of legend.
The little boy couldn't help but wonder: "Master, why did you suddenly want to come here?"
Li Xunhuan was silent for a moment, with doubts in his eyes. After a while, he said, "Because... because there is an old friend who wants to meet me here."
The little boy asked who his old friend was again. Li Xunhuan shook his head. He just had a whim and suddenly felt that the person was in the abandoned courtyard and wanted to see him. This feeling is too mysterious and has no basis. If he had not been bored today and was very quiet and restless, he would not have driven all the way here.
The little boy entered the manor with doubts.
The manor was in ruins.
A broken plum tree.
Someone is admiring plum blossoms under the snow!
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