dry snow

Several bonfires were lit in between.

Shentu held the sheepskin wine bag and looked at Luo Wan who was not far away.Rowan sat alone.

Just like what he drinks seems to be in the same posture, Shentu feels that he always walks and sits in the same posture.

No matter in the noisy city streets or deserted ancient roads, no matter in the most gorgeous and comfortable houses or this unsheltered countryside.

Always be at ease with the situation, always be out of place.

Shentu felt that he was so aggressive in speculating, even if the other party didn't know, it would be too abrupt, so he raised the sheepskin wine bag in his hand to Luo Wan.Luo Wan didn't look in his direction at all, but slowly got up and walked over.

Shentu threw the wine bag to him.Luo Wan caught it and took a sip. The spicy wine was like a burning flame, bringing warmth to his body.He handed back the wine bag.

"You know Ying Tianchang." Shentu said, his voice was dry. "What did you do to the Xinyuan Escort?"

"He killed Ning Yuewu, the chief escort of your escort agency."

Shentu scoffed. "He told you that?"

Rowan remained silent.

"Do you believe?"

Rowan remained silent.

"He didn't kill Chief Ning's bodyguard." Shentu said word by word through his teeth. "He might as well kill him!"

Seven years ago, Ning Yuewu, the head of the Xinyuan Escort Agency, once escorted the escort.It's a dart that you can't afford to pay for in silver.

The Xinyuan Escort Bureau was still in its heyday that year, and Ning Yuewu earned a reputation for the Escort Bureau with the words "Xinyuan" and "Yuanyuan" with a single pistol in his hand. No one should underestimate it.

But when he passed the boundary of Xunyang, he lost the dart.

For the dart that he couldn't afford to pay with money, he could only pay with his life!

Ning Yuewu committed suicide to thank him, and the Xinyuan Escort Bureau would collapse overnight.The one who supported this situation was Shentu, who led the remaining bodyguards and struggled for seven years in a dismal situation.

As long as he applies for Tu in one day, the flag of the Xinyuan Escort Bureau will never fall!

The person who robbed this escort was naturally Ying Tianchang who was in Baixue Pavilion at that time.

"Therefore we shall never accept his favor." Not only that. "If I meet him one day, I will definitely take revenge!"

Rowan didn't answer.He really didn't know what to say.

A gust of wind blew by, and the flames were skewed to one side.In the clear and heavy night sky, the stars and the moon appear extremely large and clean.The sky is like a dome, covering the whole field.If it weren't for the unforgettable cold, how could we have seen such a vast and magnificent scene?

"You are willing to suffer this kind of punishment for him." Shentu said with admiration and disdain. "He doesn't deserve a friend like you."

Luo Wan said: "Friends can only be made or not, not worthy or unworthy."

Shentu laughed loudly: "Just to say this to you, I should respect you with three big bowls." Then his smile faded, and he said solemnly: "I think you already know the ins and outs of this dart trip."

Rowan said, "I don't know."

"You really don't know?" Shentu asked, apparently not believing it.

"I only know that this escort must be extremely important to your escort." Luo Wan said, his eyes focused on the dark red Mars. "Meeting by chance, I will accompany the bodyguard for this trip. Please don't take this as a favor from anyone."

"But I know very well." Shentu said, his voice was unexpectedly calm. "I know the dangers involved. The Xinyuan Escort Agency has been in decline for a long time. Because of this, I should not give up. I will finish this Escort no matter what!"

He reached out and patted Rowan on the shoulder. "What's more, I can still make friends like you."

Under the ice-like night, Rowan couldn't help but feel a little moved.His gaze suddenly became distant.

Did he also remember something that had happened?Such pure and straightforward kindness.It's not that he hasn't seen it, it's not that he hasn't received it, it's not that he hasn't given it.There are white heads that look like new, and there are so many that look like old, the full house of guests, fine wine and silk bamboo, banquets and lights, civil and military competitions and laughter, are like extremely bright dream bubbles.

Ying Tianchang was on the top of the mountain.Is it colder than him at the moment?

And he still has this turbid wine to warm his heart.What does Ying Tianchang have?

Rowan was just worrying too much.At this moment, Ying Tianchang is simply good in everyone's eyes.

Except for some places with inconvenient transportation due to the weather, he has already visited Kongtong all over the place, and greeted at least a hundred people. The new things, such as Zhang Pai's favorite food of raw mushrooms, the drunken head Xu actually doesn't drink at all, and the love-hate relationship between Shen and his ex-husband, etc., I am quite satisfied.

In the afternoon, he wandered to the flat ground in front of Zixiao Palace and saw Kongtong disciples practicing martial arts.There are many schools in Kongtong, martial arts are complicated, and the weapons used by everyone are also various, and there are some strange ones besides eighteen kinds.Ying Tianchang glanced a few times from a distance, knowing that peeping at other people's martial arts practice is a big taboo, so he walked around without squinting, saw a high cliff protruding behind Zixiao Palace, and stepped on it casually.After walking two steps, with a thought, he said, "Brother Yan."

The man on the edge of the cliff turned his head, it was Yan Qianyou, holding his hands against the wind, and the old god was there. "Why did you come here, son?"

"Brother Yan, why are you here?" Ying Tianchang asked casually.

Yan Qianyou spit out two words calmly. "Lazy."

Ying Tianchang couldn't help being moved by it, so he went up to hold his hands: "Well, well, you will become a great weapon. When I was young, I practiced martial arts, and I was always lazy."

Yan Qianyou smiled wryly. "Being lazy is a great weapon, that's Young Master. We are all sailing against the current, if we don't advance, we will retreat. How can we compare? If you see my master in a while, please don't report it, Young Master."

He honestly said that there is no silver 300 taels here, Ying Tianchang didn't know what to say, he felt really happy, and said: "I don't know what weapon Brother Yan uses."

Yan Qianyou said: "Just like the young master, use a sword."

"That's just right." Ying Tianchang clapped his hands. "Brother Yan, if practicing Kung Fu is boring, I don't know if he would like to accompany you through the next two strokes."

Sure enough, Yan Qianyou's eyes lit up.

Ying Tianchang was famous for being one of the three swords of Baixue Pavilion back then, so one can imagine his accomplishments in swordsmanship.But there are not many people who have actually seen him make a move.

In contrast, several of his other skills with mixed reviews are more prominent, and even his light work seems to be better than swordsmanship.Some people even suspect that he doesn't know how to use a sword at all.

It's completely different from Luo Wan. Even if his swordsmanship is invincible, it's hard to call him a swordsman.

But this temptation is enough for Yan Qianyou.He took his feet and went down. "I'll go get the sword."

"Don't bother." Ying Tianchang casually pulled out the Langgan and handed it to him. "Use this."

Yan Qianyou looked down at the sword, a bit unable to turn. "Then what do you use?"

"I use a scabbard." Ying Tianchang said, adding another sentence. "Brother Yan, don't get me wrong, I'm not asking for help. If Brother Yan is willing, I can use the sword and you use the sheath."

There are people in the world who give people swords casually!Yan Qianyou was in a trance for a while, and began to feel ashamed of the temptation he had received.But he chose the scabbard anyway. "Because I'm used to using wooden swords." He also said sincerely. "Young Master, please be merciful."

Whether Ying Tianchang was merciful is a question worthy of careful consideration.

Swords should be fast.So his sword is fast.The sword should be accurate.So his sword is very accurate.His sword didn't seem to be swung for himself, but for others.

This is a colorless sword; there is not even white as a base.Ying Tianchang drew his sword so intently, it didn't seem like he was fighting for lessons, nor did he seem to be asking for victory.

Suddenly, Yan Qianyou stopped.

"I can't catch the sword after the young master."

"44 swords." Ying Tianchang's sword tip still maintained a forward thrusting posture, as if the competition would continue at any time. "If you don't hold a scabbard in your hand, you can still receive at least twenty more swords."

Yan Qianyou shook his head. "I can react, but I may not be able to catch it. After twenty sword strikes, I don't even have a chance to react."

The tip of Ying Tianchang's sword hangs down. "Is there no chance with the hand, or no chance with the eye?"

"hand."

Putting the sword back into its sheath, Ying Tianchang sighed: "If I'm not blind, after ten years, you will be the leader of the Kongtong School."

Yan Qianyou shook his head very seriously, but asked: "Young Master, why did you come to Kongtong this time?"

Ying Tianchang smiled slightly, but did not answer.Yan Qianyou said again: "Young master is a smart person, I knew I was not smart enough, so I had no choice but to go straight to the point. I think, the young master may have another agreement with someone?"

Ying Tianchang still didn't answer.Yan Qianyou said: "If you don't want to say it, my lord, I can't force it. It's just that if what you want to do harms Kongtong, even though I'm weak, as a disciple of Kongtong, I will definitely not sit idly by."

Ying Tianchang sighed and patted his shoulder. "You think too much. The master is aware of the details. How can he not notice what you are worried about. Although I don't look like a good person..." He suddenly changed the subject in the middle of speaking: "You How many chances does my eye have?"

Yan Qianyou was taken aback. "I have no idea."

"That is to say, you haven't seen clearly any moves so far?"

Yan Qianyou remained silent, actually acquiescing.

Ying Tianchang grasped the hilt of the sword.The hairs all over Yan Qianyou stood up.The blade of the sword and the scabbard rubbed against each other slowly, and there was a completely different sound from just now!

"So, how about you take a look at these swords?"

Chapter Seven Choices

The river flows slowly.The ripples carrying the afternoon sun shone with the same brilliant luster as the fire trees and silver flowers of the Shangyuan night.

The surface of the water was almost level with the banks; the weeping willow dipped its soft branches into the water without effort.Even if the sword in your hand is inserted into the ground, flowers will bloom without hesitation after a night of rain.