Relief

The Baixue Tower, a famous building in the country and dynasty, stands in the west of Yingzhou City, facing the cliff in the west, and next to the Han River.The owner of a chain restaurant has a keen sense of business opportunities, and has built Baixuelou into a tavern and inn, making it a transit place where visitors gather from all over the world.

Zhang Xiaomo leaned on the railing on the second floor, waved her hand backwards, and the maid Xiaosong handed over ice and snow plum sweet water.

She had been waiting here for an hour, drank three cans of water, and ran to the toilet four times, but the person she was waiting for hadn't come yet.But she didn't think her estimation was wrong. Baixuelou was the most visited place in the whole city. If she wanted to inquire about any news, Baixuelou was the best choice.

It will come, it's just a matter of time.

"Miss, is the little brother you mentioned really that good-looking?" Xiao Song asked curiously.

"When they come, I'll show you. Now" Zhang Xiaomo raised his index finger to his lips, "Shhh—"

There was a lot of discussion in Bai Xuelou.

In the mountains and forests west of the city, not even a rabbit has been seen recently, and all reptiles and beasts have disappeared.

"From nowhere, a tiger came running!" Someone swore.

"It's a pack of wolves!"

"It's a jackal! Don't you know the difference between a jackal and a wolf!"

"No, no, no," someone said, "it's a leopard! I saw it with my own eyes. The black-spotted leopard has flowers all over its body, and its eyes glow at night!"

"Wow!" Everyone was in an uproar.

"Leopard?" Zhang Xiaomo rubbed his chin thoughtfully.

On the porch of the front yard, the man brought in a new guest, Zhang Xiaomo jumped up, pulled the ear of the maid Xiaosong with her sleeves to show her: "Did you see it?"

Xiaosong narrowed his eyes: "Well...it's not bad, he looks pretty straight, and his eyes are big... Hey, do you have dimples?"

"Who are you talking about?" Zhang Xiaomo was dissatisfied, "It's the one in the wheelchair, not the one pushing the wheelchair."

The one in the wheelchair was dressed in bamboo green silk, with his hair tied up and wearing a crown. He looked like a gentleman, like a jade carving, fair and delicate. He raised his wide sleeves and pointed to a seat in the lobby on the first floor.The one pushing the wheelchair bent down, leaned close to his face, looked in the direction, and responded with a smile on his face.

"Unfortunately, it's not Miss Ben's style." Zhang Xiaomo let go of Xiaosong's ear boredly.

Xiao Song asked stupidly: "Why not?"

"Think about it, for a fairy-like figure like this lady, the next trip is going to be so hard, and I sit beside him, but he doesn't even want to look at me. What does this mean?"

"Uh, does that mean he doesn't like you, Miss?——Ouch, oh, my ear hurts!"

Zhang Xiaomo angrily grabbed Xiaosong and tugged, "It means he doesn't like girls!"

If you don't like girls, what can you like?

The restaurant staff wiped the dining table for the guests attentively, pulled away the chairs, and those who pushed the wheelchairs sat down next to the wheelchair users, serving tea and pouring water close to them.The friend at the same table shook his head helplessly.

"I see." Zhang Xiaomo understood.

The luncheon started, and the Baixue Building was noisy.

People passing by came in to have a drink, and those who had finished eating continued on their way with a thump in their stomachs.In the restaurant beside the plank road, there are all kinds of customers like flowing water.

A strong man wearing a bamboo hat came in, was led to the corridor by the waiter, and took off the hat.

Like a puff of ice and snow extinguishing boiling water, the buzzing voices in the lobby fell silent.

Or rather, surprised.

Zhang Xiaomo took the strong man's face into his eyes from a distance, and said with satisfaction: "It really is a leopard."

There are Xu Xu's low-pitched discussions—"Is it a white eclipse?"

"White Barrage!"

When the strong man stepped into the atrium, the mottled color patches on his face were exposed to the skylight, black and white interlaced, commonly known as cattle spot.The strong man strode into the lobby, but did not take a seat. He went to the counter and patted down two ingots of grain silver.The skin on the back of his hand is dark, mixed with white or pink spots.

The shopkeeper waved his hand facing the two ingots of silver.

The strong man didn't say a word, and added two more ingots.

The shopkeeper still waved his hand.The diners near the counter roared with laughter.

The strong man untied the one-foot-wide giant sword from his waist, and slapped it on the counter.

The lobby suddenly fell into dead silence, and the next moment, the tables, chairs and benches fell to the ground one after another, and the diners scattered in all directions, scrambling to flee the scene.In the blink of an eye, the strong man's body was completely emptied within twenty steps, not even a single corner of his clothes fell off.

The shopkeeper tremblingly held the four ingots of silver and shrank under the counter, not daring to show his head.

The strong man retracted his giant sword and hung it on his girdle. When he turned around, he saw a table of guests sitting by the window in the lobby. On the table was a hot meal, a dish of squirrel mandarin fish. The young man with a baby face carefully picked out the fish meat and dipped it Put the full sauce into the plate and push it to the people around you.The man is in a wheelchair.

The burly man frowned, and didn't step forward to chase people away, but did a strange action—tear off the cloth strip at the corner of his clothes, tied it under his nose, wrapped his hands with his sleeves, and turned up his collar to cover the exposed skin .

When he was doing these movements, the wheelchair-bound person looked over lightly.

"The fight has begun," Zhang Xiaomo said excitedly, "Hurry up!"

"Yes, Miss ordered!" Xiao Song was very nervous.

"Catch me some melon seeds and peanuts..."

The strong man sat down in the middle of the lobby, ordered a table of dishes, but didn't even move his chopsticks.

The four guests at the table by the window continued their lunch as if no one was there.The customers who had run away from the restaurant returned to the door frame under the window, their heads crowded together, and the shopkeeper slipped over with the porcelain altar in cold sweat: "Baixuelou's special pickled plums, twenty cents a dish, rich people hold a money market , if you don’t have money, you can hold a personal show..."

"Is the food delicious?" Wu Li asked.

"It's not bad," Xie Zhixu replied, "It's so-so."

"Then you eat so hard, people will call you!"

Xie Zhixu turned his head and asked Feng Zhichang: "Have you eaten yet?"

Fengzhi always put down the bowls and chopsticks.

Xie Zhixu then took out the meal money and put it on the edge of the table. From the corner of his eye, he glanced at the strong man who hadn't touched the rice, and asked, "Why hasn't he fallen down yet?"

The little five snakes hissed back to the bottom of his sleeves, and Feng Zhichang rolled his eyes:

——It's so tightly wrapped, how can you speak.

Xie Zhixu laughed: "You can just slap me, but you don't need to talk to others."

What he was talking about was that Feng Zhi Chang didn't suck out the poisonous blood of Qiu Yudao for him.Feng Zhichang couldn't bear him a little bit, put his hand on his chin, and pushed Xie Zhixu's face away.

Yueguan Mountain was so aggressive that he jumped up against the table: "Let me go! Write down my record!"

"Good!" Wu Li applauded.There are three useless people at a table, and Yue Guanshan can beat one of them. He can't wait for Yue Guanshan to get this trick.

Xie Zhixu put Yue Guanshan's shoulders on him and pushed him back to his seat, stood up by himself, straightened his clothes, and straightened the long sword hanging by the side to clear the sky.

Everyone at the table looked at him.

Xie Zhixu bowed his head and smiled at Feng Zhichang, lifted the teapot and filled the half-empty tea bowl, took Feng Zhichang's hand, and stuffed the tea bowl into his hand.

"..."

Feng Zhi often holds hot tea, which is inexplicable.

Xie Zhixu pressed the sword with one hand, walked out of the restaurant without looking at the strong man.The ox-spotted burly man fell silent while facing the table full of fish and meat delicacies, stood up holding the giant sword beside the table, and followed behind Xie Zhixu.

On the second floor, Xiao Song was very excited.

"Ah, are they going to fight one-on-one!"

Zhang Xiaomo knew more information, and felt strange: "The orphan of the Xie family, I heard that he is a three-sword waste, who only has the power of three strikes a day, so he dares to fight?"

But when she saw Feng Zhichang who was holding a hot tea bowl and keeping his eyes on Xie Zhixu's back, she suddenly realized.

Oh, Zhang Xiaomo thought playfully, it's a shame to save face.

The Han River rolls to the east, amidst the roaring waves and thunder, the cliff faces to the west.

The building on the river is twelve ladders high, and it is absolutely about to fall.

Under the sky, there are two spots of light, the dark one is a person, and the bright one is a sword.

Bright sword, move.

Zhang Xiaomo spat out the melon seeds: "The first sword."

The two sword lights collided together, and Xie Zhixu was like a swift and fierce cheetah, dragging the winding light trails and knocking the strong man into the rock wall. For a while, the rock cracked and the rubble hadn't landed. Dou's figure flew out again, his sword moves hit sparks so quickly, and both of them fell into the Han River.

Spectators flocked to the riverside.

A huge wave splashed the sky, and two flying swords broke through the water, approaching each other with a shriek from frictional air, and then separated immediately, and the two separated on both sides of the Han River.

Each of them was covered in water, very embarrassed, but their faces were like sinking water, and the eight winds did not move.

Xie Zhixu pressed down with the tip of his sword, raised his sword instead, and lunged up, causing the audience around him to step back.

"It's so fast," Zhang Xiaomo praised, "The second sword."

A pothole was created by the collapse of the embankment by the river, and the huge recoil pushed Xie Zhixu to the opposite bank. The strong man raised his giant sword to defend, but Xie Zhixu disappeared in a flash.

A gust of wind blew past the strong man's ear, cutting off a strand of hair on his temples.

Another gust of wind blew through the corner of the clothes, and the front of the clothes suddenly split.

Thousands of wind blades were fired, and Xiao Song shouted: "I can't see people clearly!"

When the two separated again, the burly man was already in rags, but he was still calm and there was no blood from his wounds.

"There is still a long way to go," Zhang Xiaomo said, "Now is the first—"

Before he finished speaking, Xie Zhixu's pure heaven was already in front of him.

The strong man held up his sword to block, Qing Jingtian had already slashed at the horizontal surface of the huge sword, the force was different from before, the strong man was suspicious in his heart, another huge force rushed from the sword, Xie Zhixu was helpless in the air The force is strong, but it keeps going, it is as heavy as a drum, and a blow is stronger than a blow, pushing the strong man out of the embankment against the giant sword.

The toes of the two people's shoes drew a series of waves on the river, and the sound of the thunderous waves was suddenly interspersed with sharp and delicate humming, which made people's scalp numb.

"Jijian's 33-style singing is joyful." Wu Li commented.

The three of them left the restaurant at some unknown time and appeared on the bank of the river. In the time Wu Li said a word, Xie Zhixu and the strong man had already boarded the bank.

Xie Zhixu's side face was very calm, Qingjingtian seemed to be tied with a string of firecrackers, they exploded non-stop, and every time they exploded, the gully on the soles of the strong man's feet was extended for a while.

He has already noticed that the dantian is gradually empty, and only one blow is left.

One hit is enough.

Cracks appeared on the side of the huge sword, the back of the strong man touched the rock wall, the building was about to fall, and the cloudy river and sky forced towards the two human figures trapped in the cliff.With the last blow, Qingjingtian stopped humming, and the sword's light converged to a point. After the convergence, the sharpness became stronger, and the cliff broke through a huge pit, and smoke and dust rose everywhere.

A figure appeared behind the flying dust.

The spectators held their breath, the dust scattered, it was a young man with a long sword.

Hey!

The spectators applauded one after another, and those who bet on victory began to collect money.

However, the brawny man walked out of the pit immediately afterwards, the giant sword was switched to his left hand, and a bloody hole on his right shoulder pierced through the hole.

Injured, but not necessarily powerless.Xie Zhixu is actually unable to fight anymore.

"Your name is Hong Bao?" Xie Zhixu asked, without waiting for the strong man to answer, he added, "I think you are more like a cow."

The brawny man nodded: "That's right, you are the leopard." After speaking, he glanced at the front of Baixuelou's door, then turned his head and left.

In front of Baixuelou, a group of people appeared at some point.Although they are not wearing uniform uniforms, their expressions reveal similar vigilance and competence, even the murderous aura is exactly the same.

They surrounded Yueguan Mountain. The leading female guard was dressed in a dark Japanese dress, shaking a tassel fan in her hand.

Jing Busheng waved his fan, smiling at Xie Zhixu who was standing under the broken wall.

The teenagers around Yueguan Mountain whistled and clapped their hands.

Behind that person is the rolling turbid waves, the sky is low, and the sun is covered by dark clouds, only his figure is lonely and strange.

Feng Zhichang had a dry mouth, still holding the tea bowl in his hand, lowered his head and took a sip but was startled—the tea was still warm.

Xie Zhixu walked towards them.

"It's amazing, Xiao Wu, he's now able to stand on his own." Wu Li joked.

Yueguanshan clamored to compete with Xie Zhixu.

Xie Zhixu didn't see many happy expressions, standing in front of Feng Zhichang.

Feng Zhichang tightened his grip on the teacup, beckoned, and Xie Zhixu obediently knelt down on one knee.A bloodstain not deep or shallow was wiped off his face by the sword wind. Feng Zhichang raised his hand to wipe it away with his thumb, and the palm rested on Xie Zhixu's cheek. After a long time, he patted:

— Well done, little leopard.

On the left is the sound of Jiang Tao and thunder, and on the right is the cliff of the sky. In the cramped world, only the two of them know each other tacitly.

On the second floor, Xiao Song depressedly packed up snacks. The fight was too fast, and her young lady didn't finish half of the melon seeds.

"It is to be fast, it must be fast," Zhang Xiaomo said, "So that's the case, it turns out that it's not only three strikes, but only the time for three strikes."

Komatsu asked, "Then what's the difference?"

"The difference is huge. In the time of three swords, as long as you are fast enough, you can make eight swords and ten swords, one hundred swords and one thousand swords. The profound meaning of Xie Shiji sword lies in the superposition of sword power. After a thousand swords, almost no one can fight .”

"These people treated the young master of the Xie family as trash and gave him a chance to strike first, but they forgot that Xie Jinghui was a real martial arts genius before his defeat at home."

Xiaosong carried the snack bag and followed Zhang Xiaomo through the empty corridors and boxes on the second floor. The windows in the stairwell were ajar, and the cool wind mixed with water vapor blew in. Zhang Xiaomo raised his hand and stretched out the window.

"It is going to rain."

The butler bowed and waited at the bottom of the stairs, readying the carriage for the next restaurant.