Step into the clouds

The sun is right in the sky, the sun is dazzling, and the weather is hot. The dog under the wall sticks out its tongue and lies listlessly on the yellow ground. The thatched huts on both sides of the street look withered yellow under the glare of the sun, and are about to be roasted and smoked by the sun.In such midsummer, many people hid in their rooms to cool off, and there was only one pedestrian on the whole street.

This man wore a bamboo hat on his head to cover his face. He was tall and tall, as if he was not afraid of the heat. He wore an inconspicuous and very ordinary gray cloth robe, and walked quickly with his head bowed.

A green jade flute was inserted across his waist, and he was carrying two long swords. One of the swords was slightly longer, and the crocodile skin scabbard was worn black, which looked quite mysterious and simple, while the other was slightly shorter. wrapped in thick cloth.Sweat left a white salt mark on his back, slightly showing the shape of a sword. It seemed that he had been carrying it for a long time.

A tea shed was erected at the corner of the street, and a large Chinese character "tea" was raised on a bamboo pole. There was no wind, and the cloth banner stood still. The man stood under the cloth banner, looked up at the sun, and stopped in his tracks.

Immediately a second elder brother came up to meet him. It is rare for the second brother in the wilderness to have a pretty face, with a white towel on his shoulders, smiling and saluting, "Guest officer, would you like some tea?"

The man raised his legs, sat on the long stool under the tea shed, put his hands on the table, tapped the wooden table lightly, and said, "Have a pot of the strongest sorghum wine."

The second brother said: "In such a hot day, you still drink alcohol, why don't you drink a bowl of herbal tea to get rid of the heat?" He looked at the bamboo hat he was wearing, as if wondering why he didn't take it off in such a hot day, and he was not afraid of heatstroke.

The man said, "Take three more bowls."

The younger brother said: "So the master is waiting for someone, and there are three more people coming? The younger one will go now." He took off the towel on his shoulders, shook it and walked inside, and shouted loudly: "Serve good sorghum wine A pot of..."

The sun moved to the center of the sky, like a big ball of fire, and it was on fire. It was only during this time of the year that it was able to show off its majesty, so it mustered all its strength to show off its majesty.It's like a kid who just came out of the rivers and lakes. He is not afraid of the sky, the earth, and the earth. He muster his strength and wants to make a name for himself. He has no scruples and no scruples.

The visitor was drinking wine with a gloomy expression. He was obviously not a kid who was just dabbling in the rivers and lakes.

He has been in the rivers and lakes for too many years, and he feels very tired.

He has obtained both fame and altruism, he has possessed love and righteousness, he has killed people, been wounded, hated and admired by others, and now, all the dust is gone, he just wants to live his life in peace day.

He fled the rivers and lakes, but he still had to deal with many enemies and old friends.There is no way, there is no "Golden Basin Washing Hands" ceremony, no one will admit that he has withdrawn from the arena, and troubles continue.

For example, at this moment, the five riders in the distance were galloping towards them like a gust of wind, so he had no choice but to stop drinking, raise his head, and wait for these people.

These five people were all dressed in black clothes, with bows and arrows hanging on the saddle bridge, treasured knives on their waists, and dusty faces. They seemed to have walked a long way, but they were still vigorous and vigorous. Only then did they rein in their horses and stop.

He looked very arrogant.

All of a sudden there was smoke and dust everywhere.

The waiter rushed out cursing, saw the five people's attire and accessories, covered his mouth in fright, ran back to the back kitchen, and hid behind the counter with the shopkeeper's two waists, his eyes widened and his head popped out, It looks like they want to look at them but dare not look at them.

The people in the store were all lying behind the counter to watch the show, and the fire in the stove was on fire. Fortunately, there was no straw firewood near the stove, and it extinguished itself after burning for a while. Black smoke billowed behind them, but they didn't care.

One person got off the horse first, straightened his waist, held his head high, and looked as proud as a fighting cock. He clasped his fists together, "Your Excellency is Xiao Ping, Xiao Ping, who is known as 'Hyena' by people in the Jianghu?"

Seeing being recognized, Xiao Ping unhurriedly took off his bamboo hat, put it on the table, and stared at the comer with sharp eyes.

I never imagined that I would be called a hero one day.

Xiao Ping couldn't help laughing.

Picking up the bowl again, he took a sip, feeling at ease, and compared with the arrogance that the man pretended to be, he was more dignified.

Sipping his wine, he said slowly, "I thought people from the Tang Sect would arrive first, but I didn't expect it to be people from the Yangtze River League."

Putting down the wine bowl, he greeted: "You guys have come from afar, why don't you drink a bowl of herbal tea to quench your thirst. The waiter in this shop just recommended it to me."

The visitor didn't appreciate it, he took a step forward, and said: "We have come all the way here just to ask Daxia Xiao to inform someone of his whereabouts. As long as you tell the whereabouts of Feiying, the former leader of the Yangtze River Alliance, we will not make it difficult for you. Gao Qiang, probably also..."

Hearing this, Xiao Ping glanced at him lightly.

With just one glance, the man immediately shut up, as if facing a formidable enemy, his expression became tense.

Xiao Ping stretched out his hand to the black iron sword with a crocodile leather sheath on his back.

The man took a step back in horror.

Xiao Ping took down the black iron sword, and the other dagger wrapped in cloth was still on his back. He seemed to have no intention of making a move. He put the black iron sword on the table, seeing the reaction of the black knight, explained Said: "It's too hot, I took off the sword, my back was soaked, I'm sorry to scare you."

The man was so angry that his nose was crooked, he waved his right hand, and shouted: "Brothers, there is no need to talk about morals in dealing with this kind of villain, let's go together!"

Five people came to kill Xiao Ping at the same time.

Xiao Ping kicked over the wooden table in front of him, his body moved forward to meet the shadow of sword, light and sword, and rushed over like an arrow leaving the string.The wooden table rolled over and blocked most of the attacks for him. Xiao Ping pulled out the black iron sword with a "clang", and the man followed the sword, using the "Long River Through the Sun" move, holding the five people with one sword, and shouted: "Go! Let me down!"

The five people were very obedient, and they were knocked to the ground by Xiao Ping's vigor.

Xiao Ping stopped in a hurry.

Turning around, rushed back again, this time everyone was on guard and formed a formation.

Xiao Ping went down the mountain like a tiger, rushing into the formation of five like the wind, but he felt that there were swords and swords in front of him, pressing down layer by layer, as if there was no way to avoid it. Da Zeng, only then did he understand why these five people dared to come to him. It turned out that what they relied on was to form a double shadow formation of plum blossoms.Considering these five people individually, their martial arts are very common, but they are like thousands of troops when they are in formation. Let's see them standing in the shape of plum blossom petals, each of them does not protect himself, but protects the two beside him. It's like ten people fighting against the enemy at the same time, it's really hard to resist.

Xiao Ping sneered slightly, and said: "This Plum Blossom Double Shadow Formation was founded by Feiying, right?"

The five people did not answer, and Xiao Ping did not give them a chance to answer. He stabbed one person's shoulder with his sword, and when the two people around him rescued each other, the sword quickly changed direction and attacked the person who came to rescue. It's a lie.

This person found out that he had been duped, and immediately stepped back, the plum blossom formation started to work, and another person immediately filled the vacancy.Xiao Ping doesn't care about the replacement, he chases forward, he must catch him, this is Xiao Ping's killing skill, as long as he spots a person, he must kill him, and he will never give up halfway.

The four swords stabbed at the same time behind him.

According to common sense, it is necessary to stop, but Xiao Ping is not a person who can be inferred according to common sense.

A head flew straight into the sky, bleeding.

"Pfft...", blood spurted upwards.

The other four people were all frightened, and they just stood still.

In the rain of blood all over the sky, Xiao Ping turned around, and the black iron sword pierced four times very quickly, stabbing the wrists of the four people behind him.

With a sound of "Dang", the four swords fell to the ground, because Xiao Ping's moves were extremely fast, the four swords fell almost simultaneously, with only one sound.

The four of them just woke up like a dream, shouted, and ran for their lives in all directions.

Xiao Ping wiped his face, first wiped off the blood on his eyelids, then stretched out his tongue to lick the blood from the corner of his mouth, it was very good, he hadn’t tasted the taste of blood for a long time, after such a long time, the art of killing is still familiar , It's really good, but it's not so good, he began to return to the feeling he had when he killed the first time.

He felt sick again.

In order not to be seen by others, Xiao Ping sat down and poured himself a bowl of wine, gulped it down, stopped vomiting, poured three bowls of wine in a row, and felt better.He casually wiped his mouth with the sleeve of the gray cloth robe, picked up the wine jar, filled the other three empty bowls, looked up and looked around, and shouted to the long and narrow path in the distance: "I have been watching the play for so long, and I still haven't shown up. ?”

The waiter and the shopkeeper were startled when they heard this, and looked at each other. Just as they were about to walk out of the counter where they were hiding, they saw three people turned out on the winding path in the distance.Only then did I realize that I wasn't talking about myself, I thought I wasn't under the eyes of such charlatans, An Anxin continued to hide and peek.The fire in the kitchen stove was extinguished, and the black smoke rose more and more, and filled the tea shed in front. It seemed that they knew it would not cause a fire, so they ignored it.

Three people came gradually on the path, No.1 was tall and handsome, he was Jiang Fengyang, the former lord of Fengyun Tang, the second person was dressed in white with fluttering sleeves, he was Jiang Fengyang's good brother Yin Wangchuan, the third person wore A small black cloth jacket with a scar on his face is Xiao Ping's old acquaintance Liu Hu.How did these three get together?And they were also carrying a stretcher with a person lying on it, obviously the three of them did not meet by chance.

Xiao Ping knew that they would show up, and the three he was waiting for were them. He smiled and pointed to the wine bowl on the table, and said boldly: "Come and drink! It's all full for you."

Jiang Fengyang and the others carefully put down the stretcher, walked over and sat next to Xiao Ping.

The handsome boy on the stretcher had his eyes closed, his face was calm and rosy, and his breathing was regular. Those who didn't know would think he was just asleep.

Yes, of course he just fell asleep, but for a longer period of time.

He has been sleeping for a year.

Thinking back a year ago, he was wearing a flying eagle mask, going back and forth, killing people like hemp, and holding a sword in his hand. No hero in the world is his general, including Xiao Ping, who was restrained by him with one move. How majestic and domineering, now that he had finished his revenge, he wanted to take a rest, so he lay down and fell asleep peacefully, ignoring everything and no one.

He has always been like this, the young master has a temper, he doesn't care about it, he does whatever he wants, he only cares about his own happiness and never deal with the aftermath, there is no way, he knows Xiao Ping will take care of him, Xiao Ping really spoiled him.

Xiao Ping walked to the side of the stretcher, took off his gray cloth robe, and covered him to protect him from the wind and dust on the side of the road. He took the bamboo hat and put it on his head to protect him from the sun.

The movements are gentle, as if afraid of waking him up, as if he really just fell asleep; and the movements are skillful, as if the same movements are repeated countless times every day.

Jiang Fengyang and the others felt sad.

"Brother, it's been a year so soon." Liu Hu couldn't help but said, "Yun Ze has been in a coma for a year, you... are you okay?"