I had a secondary illness

In the cold winter, the Xiaojiabiyu in the south of the Yangtze River is as delicate as snowflakes. The fine snowflakes fall and rustle, just like the drizzle in spring, spreading a thin layer of damp on the ground. I mean, there is Baihu Town to the south of Jingming Mansion. The town is not big, but the buildings all follow the style of Jiangnan, with blue tiles and white walls, and the roofs are slanted with cornices. Not many, and it doesn't look a bit crowded, but it looks beautiful no matter how you look at it.

There are many people in the south who can't stand the cold. Even in broad daylight, every household closes their doors and closes their yards to cook warm stoves at home. Occasionally, a few pedestrians pass by on the street, and they walk quickly with their hands folded. Straight teeth.

At this moment, the snow had stopped, and there was silence all around. In this silence, there was a sudden sound of fighting, and in the chaos of voices, someone shouted cursingly: "Oh, where is this wild boy, he hurts grandpa to death!" !"

"Why are you standing still! Hit! Go! I didn't see him beating big brother!"

"Oops! What a damn tough guy you are!"

"Oh! Don't slap people in the face! Don't slap them in the face!"

……

As the last person was thrown under the tree, the snow on the branches fell, and it was bitingly cold. There were a group of people lying on the ground like a hill under the tree, one on top of the other, a total of fifteen or sixteen people, all of them with bruised noses and swollen faces. Yo ouch call.

This is a group of bandits, all of them are from the Baishui Mountain behind Baihu Town. Pedestrians who come out to snatch guns and pass by on weekdays live on the game on the mountain and the little gold and silver they robbed. It's hard to bear, and there are very few passers-by in the winter, so the head of the family decided to go to Baihu Town to grab a ticket for the winter.

When I came down the mountain and just arrived at the entrance of the town, I saw a young man in white walking this way, carrying a small burden on his body, holding a sword in his left hand, and the scabbard was made of unknown material, but it felt white and white. The gentle and moist texture of Yingyu complements the gentleness of the young man, and look at the clothes on his body, the fabric of cloud brocade!

There were only three words left in the minds of these Bandits: Fat Sheep!

But who knows whether this group of people didn't look at the almanac when they went out, or their eyes were not good. A dozen or so brothers were beaten to the ground without even touching the corners of their clothes.

The head of the family was so unconvinced--I didn't even see what the grandson looked like!

Just as he was thinking about it, he saw a pair of white satin boots walking in front of him, so clean that they didn't even get splashed with snow, and then the white sword picked out the leader from the crowd and threw it outside, the boy asked : "Should I go to the Yamen to admit my mistake or should I give you a ride?"

The head of the house felt a string in his mind break down -- this sound is so nice!

Looking up, I saw the young man's beautiful face, with no expression on his face. He was still young, only sixteen or seventeen years old, and he was as white as if carved by Wen Yu. His long hair was covered by a top of ice jade. His son is wearing a crown, a white robe woven with clouds, a wide-sleeved outer robe with a narrow-sleeved inner garment, a piece of ice jade decoration matching the hair crown on the waist belt, and a bright white sword in his left hand. The tip is lightly pressing on his shoulders, he is a little thin, and the clothes are also thin, and his gentle appearance is like a young man from a rich family.

The head of the house looked at it carefully, and muttered in a daze: "Oh my god, she looks so good...."

This young man is Fang Xu from Qiyu.

A few days ago, Zhaojiazhuang widely distributed hero posts, saying that they would hold a hero banquet. Almost all the famous sects in the Jianghu received the hero posts, and Qiyu Villa under the Lingshan Gate, the head of the martial arts righteous way, was naturally indispensable. His father Fang Lian Chen took a look at the post, but didn't look at it a second time. There was only one reason - the writing on this post was too ugly!

Just in time for Fang Xu's success in martial arts, Fang Lianchen dumped the post to his son and asked him to go instead.

His father said that all the people who went this time were from the Jianghu, and it was just for Fang Xu to see what Jianghu is.

Fang Xu sighed silently, Dad just finds it troublesome!

Along the way, I walked slowly to Jingming, and I was sighing the beautiful winter scenery in the south of the Yangtze River, when I saw a dozen or so blind bandits trying to rob them. Hit!

At this moment, Fang Xu couldn't help but twitched the corners of his mouth when he saw the head's "eye-catching, eye-catching" expression, knocked him unconscious with a scabbard, and hooked his fingers at a group of people not far away, and said: "Take it!" Let your boss go to the yamen to plead guilty, and you can spend the winter inside, with free food and lodging."

The second head of the family wept and shouted: "Young man, those are officials and we are bandits, so we must lose half our lives if we go in?"

Fang Xu rolled his eyes: "Have you killed anyone before?"

"No." The second master shook his head, and said aggrievedly, "We'll just grab some money, and the travel expenses will be kept for others."

Fang Xu raised his eyebrows: "Isn't that enough? Why don't you go if you have food and shelter? Are you stupid?"

Erdangjia scratched his head and thought for a while: "That's right."

After waiting for a group of people to lead the boss to the yamen, Fang Xu turned around and led the little donkey under the wall.

Just as he was about to continue walking, the snow started to fall again. Fang Xu looked up at the sky, and took out a goose yellow umbrella from a bag on the donkey. The umbrella was made of special satin, which was exquisite and beautiful. There is a picture of plum blossoms in ink and wash.

Looking at Baishui Mountain not far away, Fang Xu thought about the date on the post again, and guessed that there would be no place to live up the mountain at this moment, so he turned around and held an umbrella and led Xiao Mao to Jingming Mansion to find an inn.

At this time, there were three people sitting at a table on the second floor of the Xianke Residence in Jingming Mansion, and the black-clothed boy in the middle held his chin and sighed: "Is there still a woman at the hero banquet held by Zhaojiazhuang?"

The man in Tsing Yi sitting next to him nodded: "Yes, the one from Red Canyon has also arrived, and there are women there."

"Tsk." The boy in black rubbed his arms: "No, the women in the Red Canyon are all tigresses, how can there be femininity?"

"What about the Red Sect? All they accept are female disciples." Another man in Tsing Yi suggested.

"No, it's too evil."

"What about the Qingshan faction?"

The boy continued to shake his head: "Young girl, don't."

The man in Tsing Yi pursed his lips: "Come on, let's not talk about those in the Jianghu, let's just talk about ladies. Women in Jiangnan are as gentle as water and as beautiful as peach blossoms."

The boy glanced at him and raised his eyebrows: "Too soft!"

"Northwest?"

"Too wild!"

"..." The corners of the mouths of the two men in Tsing Yi twitched, resisting the urge to touch their foreheads: "Boss, do you know that you pick on your master like this?"

"I don't know." The boy blinked: "But I don't have any sexual interest in those women, can't I do it?"

The two men in Tsing Yi gritted their teeth and collectively sighed.

This boy in black is Luo Xiao, the new head of the Tianqiong Sect who just took over from Tianqiong Mountain not long ago. After Zhaojiazhuang posted a post, he was kicked off the mountain by his master, the former head, saying that his peach blossoms were in the mountains. Zhaojiazhuang, let him come to Zhaojiazhuang to find a wife.

Luo Xiao raised his face and thought for a long time, then asked Ah Yi: "Zhaojiazhuang only has one daughter, Zhao Xiuxiu?"

Ah nodded: "Yeah, I'm over 40 this year, and I'm already married, boss, don't even think about it."

The corners of Luo Xiao's mouth twitched and he rolled his eyes: "It's over 40, are you married?"

Just as he was talking, Fang Xuti came in with a small bag, sat down not far away, ordered a few dishes and began to eat, his shiny black hair fell back long, and Luo Xiao happened to be sitting on Fang Xu Behind the table, I saw the man with narrow shoulders and slender waist, with long waist-length hair that was black and shiny like it had been washed in snow water, dressed in white, with a translucent white sword in his hand, and his demeanor was so elegant.

Bright!Luo Xiao sighed, couldn't help touching his chin, and asked Ah Yi: "Then who is it?"

Ah Yi followed his gaze, raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "I don't know people, but I know that sword. It should be the legendary Zhishui sword. It is a divine weapon. It is said that it is a piece of heavenly jade that fell from the nine heavens." Forged, it has a bit of evil spirit, it can be regarded as the ancestor of the evil sword, but the Zhishui sword seems to have been given by Ye Zhiqiu, the old supreme of the Lingshan sect, ten years ago."

"That's Ye Zhiqiu?" Luo Xiao raised his eyebrows: "Shouldn't Ye Zhiqiu be an old man like the old man?"

"That's necessary." Ah nodded: "However, Ye Zhiqiu has an apprentice, Fang Lianchen, the owner of Xiyu Villa, and Fang Lianchen has a son named Fang Xu, counting his age, he is only sixteen or seventeen. "

Luo Xiao narrowed his eyes: "He is Fang Lianchen's son?"

"It's possible." Ah nodded: "There are only a few people with the surname Fang in the martial arts world, and Fang Lianchen is the only one who can be named. As for the one who can use the Zhishui sword, since Ye Zhiqiu got it, then it's useful If the person is not a member of the Fang family, it really doesn't make sense."

Ah Yi finished explaining, Luo Xiao looked Fang Xu up and down, saw him eating in a gentle manner, holding a spoon and holding a soup cup to drink soup, when Xiaoer came to serve the food, he accidentally tripped over the table leg, and saw He poured the bowl of soup on the tray towards Fang Xu.

Luo Xiao squinted his eyes, and was considering whether to make a move, when he saw Fang Xuxue's white sleeves rolled up, and the bowl of soup returned steadily to the tray, and with a help, Xiaoer stood firm, and quickly apologized while holding the tray.

"Good skill." Luo Xiao laughed happily.

Fang Xu turned around and smiled, told Xiao Er to be careful, and continued to drink soup from the soup cup.

Xiao Er looked at that pretty face and was dumbfounded.

Ah Er pushed Luo Xiao who was also stunned and reminded: "Boss, the old man asked you to go down the mountain to find a wife."

"I know." Luo Xiao smiled and pointed at Fang Xu and said, "That's him, he's pretty and good at martial arts, it's all right!"

"...Boss, if I'm not mistaken, it should be a handle?"

Luo Xiao was still smiling: "Yeah, very good!"

……

After a brief silence, Ah Yi and Ah Er held Luo Xiao's head in tacit understanding and turned to a table of women: "Then what, boss, although it is a bit immoral for the old man to force this thing, we can't think about cutting off children and grandchildren." Isn’t it? You look over there, whatever you want, just choose!”