Winter snow in cold mountains, wilderness beyond the Great Wall.
A dark black windproof hat covered the man's razor-like face. Also black was the windproof robe on his body. The cuffs were highlighted with dark blue stitching. It was a material that ordinary people could not afford. However, the robe was dragged in the snow. Parts have been weathered and worn, and the fur on the animal skin around the shoulders is also mottled and messy. This windbreaker has gone through a lot of life like its owner.
The appearance of such a "charlatan" in a border town outside the Great Wall seemed too out of place compared to the farmers and merchants in the surrounding market. However, the man had no time to pay attention to the discussions around him. There was a more important matter that he needed to deal with at the moment. That means someone saw the "Black Knife" appearing here.
As for whether the "Black Sword" is a man or a woman, whether he uses a knife or a sword, and what grudges he has with men, we don't know. Who can tell whether the grudges in the world are right or wrong? Moreover, these Jianghu people are like people from two different time and space from ordinary people. Their life trajectories only overlap with ordinary people when they stay in hotels and eat. What they do at other times has always been a mystery to outsiders. At the moment we only know that the man came all the way to chase a man named "Black Knife". The man was alert and found that a young man dressed as a shepherd boy was following him. His years of experience in the world made him understand that this young man did not pose any threat to him. However, he had no time to deal with the young man's motives at the moment. He had to settle down before dark. , so the man went straight out of the market and walked to the inn in the town.
In this larger town, the inns are more luxurious, with rows of mangers outside and craft kumiss and mutton inside. This was a bit uncomfortable for men who came all the way from the south. People in Jiangnan obviously had a lighter diet. The man ordered four taels of milk wine and two vegetarian plates, which was nothing more than mixed radish and peanuts. He packed his bags and put his hat on. After putting it on the corner of the stool, he remembered the young man who had followed him in the market just now. At this time, curiosity drove the man to start recalling the appearance of this young man.
"Well, his height is above average for a northerner. He is also a handsome young man. His eyes are very innocent and his clothes are very rustic. He should be the son of some farmer's family. Why is he following me?"
The man was thinking to himself while sipping the milk wine. The stove was burning brightly. Although this inn was not as luxurious as the ones in Jiangnan, it was still a comfortable place in this cold winter. It was approaching dusk, and it was snowing again outside. There were only men and a few traveling merchants in the inn, sitting at the table in twos and threes, chatting about the day's itinerary. The man couldn't help but lift the heavy curtain and look outside. He saw the young man standing quietly under the manger outside the courtyard. The young man also noticed the man, with a naive smile on his face.
Man: "You've been with me all day."
Teenager: "Yeah".
Man: "Have we met before?"
Young man: I have seen you, but you have not seen me.
Man: Come in, I'll buy you a drink.
Young man: No need...
The man could see the embarrassment of this young man, and he couldn't help but sigh, as if he had seen his old self, with that proud and isolated personality. The man fell in love with this boy from the bottom of his heart.
Man: Okay, see you later.
Teenager: Wait, what's your name?
A man doesn't want to say his name, and the same goes for a stranger who meets him by chance.
"Just call me Mochou."
"Okay, let me call you Mo Chou. See you again if we are destined."
People who have lived in the world for a long time cannot sleep too hard, let alone a stranger in a foreign land. The same is true in the era of singing and dancing. Those quiet and peaceful years are just the surface that ordinary people see. There are bloody stories about the turbulent rivers and lakes every day, but people in the rivers and lakes will not do such things openly. The man was lying on his side on the edge of the bed in the guest room, holding his long knife in his hand. It was a beautiful knife. There was no decoration on the black scabbard. The blade was as calm as Shisui, without any murderous aura. , reflecting the gentle and deep outline of a man. Maybe not having murderous intent is not a bad thing, at least the opponent will relax their vigilance.
Just after the watchman left, it was already the third watch. Sleep finally came over me, and the dim candlelight gradually faded away.
Suddenly, an extra hand appeared on the black knife handle. But it's not a man's hand.
"who"?
"Black Knife".
The man didn't panic when the knife came out of its sheath.
Man: "Where are the things?"
Black Knife: "Is it necessary"?
Man: "Follow orders."
Black Knife: "Trust me, don't chase me anymore, your life is at stake."
Man: "Some things are more important than life."
Black Knife: "It's hard to persuade with good words. In three days' time, we will go to Dongda Mo Iron Shop."
Man: "Must go to the appointment."
Qiu Shui had a splitting headache. The baked buns in the cloth bag were divided into three days' worth. By the time the day broke out, there were no dregs left. After pressing his temples, Qiu Shui felt pain in his back and legs. If a person only eats two steamed buns in three days and sleeps in a manger every day, then pain in his back and legs is unavoidable. Today is the day we made an appointment, and we can get our own knife right away. The warm currents that fall in the early morning pass through Qiu Shui's tired body, bringing an unprecedented wave of hope particles, clinging to the body, head and feet, making people feel I feel happy and my whole body doesn't hurt at all.
Qiu Shui walked quickly to the market, almost running, completely ignoring the smell of Ma Po's mutton soup mixed with sesame seed cakes in the air, and focused on getting the knife that he longed for.
The market is bustling with people.
Sweat oozed from Qiu Shui's body, and it froze in an instant. The alternating feeling of hot and cold gave Qiu Shui a splitting headache. The sun above his head suddenly became huge, and his footsteps became heavier and heavier. The small town in the early morning was very cold, and Qiu Shui's heart piping hot. That's not a knife, it's Jiangnan in his dream, it's Jianghu...
