Raiders of villains, I am always attacked by villains

Chapter 333 The Swordsman's Little Follower
When he came, the snow outside the house just folded the flag at the door. He avoided the fallen mast, lowered his head and glanced at the blurred four characters guest like cloud on the faded red scarf, lowered the hood and pushed the door in.

The house is warm and dry, and the fatigue and cold from trekking in the snow can fade away in just a moment.In such a comfortable place, it was strange that there was only one person sitting inside.

The man was dressed in dark blue cloth and sat by the window wearing a thin cloak of good quality. The faint sunlight shone on his face, and the fluff around the collar lined his translucent white complexion. He looked harmless and docile.

Seeing him coming in, the man in Tsing Yi raised his eyebrows almost inaudibly, and refilled a cup in the pot, looking far away as if he was seriously admiring the snow scene outside the window.

He sat down at the table without taking off the veiled hat, a circle of jet-black drape barely covered his brows and eyes, only his sharply defined jaw was exposed.The lips that were a little bit white from the cold parted slightly: "Nanshan Yijun, who rose up after drinking, murdered more than forty people in Li's family, and left while drunk. He ran ten miles at night, covered by wind and snow."

His voice was extremely cold, with a hint of snow.

The man in Tsing Yi didn't say a word, but looked at him in surprise, drank the wine in the glass, the corners of his mouth curled up, and two shallow dimples could be seen faintly: "Young Master Zhen, he drew his sword and was stained with blood seven times in his life, all of which are chivalrous." .”

He paused, and coughed with his hands clenched against his lips as if he couldn't bear it. When he raised his eyes again, his eyes were full of smiles: "Since we're here, let's have a drink with Xiaosheng first. Is this not in a hurry?"

The visitor's hand on his knees stroked the saber wrapped in coarse cloth on his side, and his knuckles tapped on the hilt of the sword, making a crisp "ding" sound.He seemed to be pleased by the voice, his face under the veil was not clear and he couldn't see the expression, but his tone became a little colder, more casual: "Drink, last time."

The man in Tsing Yi filled it up for himself, and was about to get up to get a new cup but was stopped by the visitor.I saw him lift up the pot, lifted the hanging cloth and raised his head to take a few sips, then quickly let go of the hand holding the hanging cloth and put the pot down politely: "The wine has been drunk, take your sword."

The man in Tsing Yi still smiled meekly, with white fur wrapped around his face, adding to his weakness: "What Lord Zhen said, I don't know if it's your last time, or Xiaosheng."

The guest's hand on the sword paused for a moment, but he rubbed it between the scabbard and the blade very tenderly: "Let's try?"

"Respectful." The man in Tsing Yi bent his eyes and turned his head to look at him happily. His light-colored eyes stared straight at the uninvited guests across the table, faintly containing the inexplicable hostility of a hunter who was ready to go.

The long sword that had been hanging for an unknown amount of time fell from the visitor's head.The visitor stood up unhurriedly, drew his sword away with one hand, and tilted his neck to lift the pot. When the drink was exhausted, he held his sword and squinted at this person: "You go first, and I go?"

The weak aura of the man in Tsing Yi dissipated, murderous intent arose all over his body, and his pair of clear eyes deepened. He only reached out to stop the saber that was picked up, and stood with the sword: "Xiaosheng's wine, send you on the road, and you will not lose." .”

But the visitor didn't bother to talk anymore, and charged away with a sword in his hand, piercing straight, and there was no sound of cold wind outside the window, only the cold light filled the room.The man in Tsing Yi responded with the sword, but turned around and leaned softly towards the visitor as if drunk.

The visitor laughed lightly, and when the dark fragrance wafted in, the sword clattered away without hesitation.

"I'm Qingdu Shanshuilang, Tianjiao distribution and Shukuang."

He chanted slowly, did not take a single sword, and continued his sword energy.The veiled hat floated up with the wind to show blurred eyebrows, but it was a smiling face.

The man in Tsing Yi pressed his sword down and retreated, there was no smile in his eyes, and his tongue touched the palate and circled around.

The visitors kept coming, their knuckles tapped on the sheath, and the voice sounded again slowly: "I once wore coupons for rain and wind, and left clouds to borrow moon badges when I was tired!"

A sword is a phantom, and a person is also a shadow.I don't know where the cold front comes from, but they are all drunk.

The man in Tsing Yi was struck with a sword, and he didn't dare to respond easily, his eyes were also staring at the man in front of him who seemed to be drunk.

The guests sang loudly, and the wind and snow outside the house also rose, walking forward with a negative blade, stopping three times at one step.

"Thousands of poems, thousands of cups of wine, how many times have I looked at the king."

The song is high.The sword broke through the long wind, and his unbelievably clear eyes were exposed under the hanging cloth, and the crisp sound of the scabbard was also paused, and then it was soft again, like a tired spring breeze coming from the pavement: "The jade tower and the golden tower will return lazily, and the plum blossoms will intoxicate Luoyang."

When his sword stopped, the door of the house was blown open by the wind.The mast outside the house was blown far away by the wind.The man in Tsing Yi sat blankly on the chair in front of the window, maintaining his previous posture of drinking casually, but the blood poured down from his sleeves, winding and bright red all over the ground.

Visitors look away from the unwilling eyes of the people in Tsing Yi.He only stretched out his hand to lower the blown veil, put the sword back into its sheath, and politely clasped his fists: "Thank you for the hospitality, the wine is good wine." When he was about to walk away, he looked back with an extremely playful look. Glancing at the man in Tsing Yi, there was also a smile in his slightly snowy voice.

"I'm considered a first-class swordsman, sir, at most third-rate and a half."

The girl in the white skirt stood outside the door and took the sword in his hand, with a sweet smile on her face: "My lord, is there really anyone stronger than you in this world?"

It seems that no matter how difficult the murderer is, it is only a matter of time before he is solved under the sword of Zhen.

Zhen stretched out his hand and gently pinched Bai Wanwan's nose: "I don't have any rivals for now. Why don't you worry that I will lose and put my life in someone else's hands?"

"Didn't the young master say that there is no rival!" Bai Wanwan raised her head, "Furthermore, the young master accepted the order from the government to kill me in order to support me. If someone really wants to hurt the young master, I will definitely die before the young master." of."

Zhen Buyue pretended to be angry and pursed her lips: "Little girl, can you say something nice, it's not dead."

Bai Wanwan reached out to hug his arm and shook it: "Okay, okay, you are so powerful, you can still make money, and you can support me, so young master, where are we going at the next stop?"

Zhen raised his eyebrows, and the corners of his eyebrows softened: "Since you have earned enough money, why don't you come and talk about our marriage?"

"Marriage... Marriage?"

"Isn't the little girl always clamoring to marry me, why does she look cowardly now?"

Bai Wanwan covered her face with one hand, and was still tugging at his sleeve with the other hand, her fluttering eyelashes looked very cute: "That, that, after we get married, I can still follow the young master..."

"Otherwise? After getting married, you will abandon your family and husband?"

"No, no, I mean, can I still follow the young master to wander around the world?"

Zhen smiled softly: "If you like stability, we will find a place with beautiful mountains and clear waters to buy a house to settle down. If you like to follow me to fight the sword to the end of the world, we will continue to lead the horse to the sunset on the western mountain."

Whether it's the quiet time to watch the flowers bloom and fade in front of the court, or the end of the world with a sword, it doesn't seem to be important to Bai Wanwan.

Just follow him.

No matter where you go, you will never feel afraid and lonely again.

(End of this chapter)