And the state, Yanmen, Mayi.

The origin of the state can be traced back to ancient times, "the land is between two valleys, so it is called the state." Emperor Shun thought that the north and south of Jizhou were too far apart, and they were divided into states, but God did not seem to favor this bitter cold place, the people were very poor, war-torn and miserable, and the harvest was pitiful, but the taxes were becoming more and more onerous.

Yanmen is one of the nine counties of the state, and it is also a steep and majestic pass, "the world is nine stops, and Yanmen is the head." "Xiongguan is close to the mountain and dangerous, and it is high on the mountain. On the east and west wings, the mountains are undulating. The Great Wall of the mountain ridge, its momentum is meandering, go to Pingxingguan, Bauhinia Pass, and Baoma Pass in the east, go straight to Youyan, connect Hanhai, and go to Xuangangkou, Ningwu Pass, Yatou Pass, and reach the Yellow River in the west.

Mayi is a small city in Yanmen County, but it is also the most frequent city in the whole state by foreign invasion, more than 300 years ago, the imperial court had plotted to set up an ambush here, intending to lure the main force of the Xiongnu, but in the end the news leaked, and the hope of annihilating the Xiongnu also came to naught.

The wind at the border is always cold, even in the spring and March season, blowing on people's faces is painful, the wind seems to always carry the cold, the cold is wrapped in the smell of blood, the blood is mixed with a cruel smile, that is the Huns, Xianbei, Karasuma cavalry slaughtered the nearby people when the laughter that could not be dispersed in the wind.

On this day, a caravan came to Ma Yi, led by two people are a father and son, the middle-aged man has a strong face, and his son is also born heroic, and the discerning person knows at a glance that he is not an idle person, they set up a caravan in the city, and then came to the inn, asked for some wine and food, but listened carefully to the conversation of the other guests in the inn.

"Have you heard? That kid from the Nie family issued a war letter to He Wuyong, agreeing to fight in the back mountain at noon today!"

"Nie Liao, is he crazy? Why is there no character? He can also afford to provoke him?"

"It is said that He Wuyong has recently harmed several girls, one of them is Nie Liao's friend, the two have had friction before, this time I am afraid that the old account and the new hatred will be settled together!"

"No matter how much he has, let's just wait for the good show at noon, I just don't know who will collect Nie Liao's body at that time!"

After hearing this, the young man approached the middle-aged man: "Father-in-law, it seems that we have caught up with a lively scene!"

The middle-aged man sank his face and reprimanded: "This time I went to Xianbei, there is something important, and the purpose of disguising as a caravan is not to attract attention, to restrain your acute son, and to cause less trouble for your father!"

"But father-in-law, listening to those people, that Nie Liao is probably not He Wuyong's opponent, if the child doesn't help out, I'm afraid that Pingbai will damage a good son!" The young man's face flashed with resentment, and his heart was secretly worried.

The middle-aged man glared at the young man, ignored him anymore, and only cared about pouring wine and eating for himself.

At this time, in the woods at the entrance of Niejia Village outside Mayi City, a solemn-faced young man knelt in front of a small earthen bag with a green dragon hook sickle in his hand: " Lan, it's me Nie Liao who is incompetent, let you be ruined by that bastard, and the government is even colluding with this bully to frame you as a prostitute, and the real murderer of the apostasy is at large, my heart is dead, but I can't look at He Wuyong, who killed you, is so rampant again, today I will go to fight him to the death, I know he is very powerful, but I will still go, if I win, I can avenge you, and if I lose, I can be with you forever!"

A gust of wind rose, and the young man who called Nie Liao turned around and refused to leave.

At noon, Nie Liao arrived at the duel site agreed in the back mountain, and more than ten zhang away from the vicinity, surrounded by spectators, the government also knew about it, but for some reason, no one was sent to stop it.

Nie Liao ignored those spectators, he slowly walked up to the high platform step by step, all his attention was attracted by the white-clothed man in front of him, he shook the folding fan in his hand, and turned his back to the murderous Nie Liao, but his mood seemed to be very comfortable, not at all like a person who wanted to start a life-and-death duel in a moment.

Obviously, he is He Wuyong.

"It's coming!" He Wuyong turned around, put away the folding fan in his hand, his face was like a crown of jade, and his appearance was extremely beautiful, and people who didn't know the details would definitely not associate him with the word bully.

Nie Liao didn't speak, and on his slightly immature face, there was an expression of wanting to put the person in front of him to death, and he raised the green dragon hook sickle in his hand with his backhand, pointing at He Wuyong.

"Nie Liao, it's just a woman, if you follow me, let you hug left and right at any time, why should you be so blind, even if you kill me, what can you do? Can your Lan still come back to life?" He Wuyong had a smile on his face, and his tone was not slow.

"You don't deserve to mention her name!" Nie Liao carried the knife, simply ran up, arrived in front of He Wuyong, and suddenly shot out, and took the opponent's plate.

"Hmph!" He Wuyong's complexion changed slightly, and his figure jumped up, like flowing water, with a flick of his wrist, the folding fan suddenly opened, and the tip of the fan was not a beautiful landscape painting, but a short dagger flooded with cold light!

"Hehe, that's not necessarily, just wait and see what happens!" Suddenly, an old voice came, and everyone in the audience heard the voice, only to see an old beggar half-lying on a tree trunk, squinting at Nie Liao and He Wuyong, who were dancing in the field, and laughed dryly.

It is not too much to say that he is an old beggar, he has a scruffy beard, his clothes are ragged, his left eye is blind, his right leg is lame, he is crazy, and the big tree is four or five feet high, and I don't know how he got there.

"This is called Hanako is talking nonsense again, don't pay attention to it!"

The old beggar continued to laugh and said, "Don't believe me? How about making a bet? Just bet on these two people, who will die!"

Everyone laughed at it, but a few people really took it seriously: "What are you betting on?"

The old beggar smiled and said, "I don't bet on anything else, only bet on that Nie family kid to win!"

"Crazy, these two are crazy, a little madman doesn't know the height of the sky, and an old madman talks nonsense all day long!"

"The old man has long expected you to say this, why don't you see what the stakes are!" said the old beggar, and actually took out a night pearl from his bosom, and everyone's smiles suddenly froze.

"If the boy of the Nie family dies, this bead will belong to you, and the old man will send his life again!"

"It's not necessary, it's enough to have this bead!" At that moment, there were people who knew the goods, and recognized that this night pearl was a rare thing in the sea for thousands of years, and they also escaped with the silver money on their bodies, as a bet, to gamble with the old beggar.

This movement was naturally heard by He Wuyong, and he motioned to Nie Liao to look at the crowd: "Hehe, someone actually bets on you to win, it's really a blind man with open eyes!"

He Wuyong didn't say such proud words in vain, because it only took a moment's effort, he had already stabbed Nie Liao more than a dozen times, and the strange thing was that He Wuyong's folding fan didn't know what hands and feet he had done, and every time he stabbed it, the wound was bleeding!

And so far, He Wuyong is still dressed in white, and he hasn't even had half a trace of blood!

The crowd was in an uproar, and they laughed at the old beggar again: "Now I'm convinced, it's you who want to give us beads, not us who rob you of your treasure!"

The old beggar still laughed as before: "Until the end, don't make a casual conclusion!"

However, no one noticed that the old beggar secretly clasped his fingers, popped out a lot of transparent powder, castrated like the wind, and hit the wound on Nie Liao's body, and those knife wounds that were originally bleeding stopped bleeding and scabbed in the blink of an eye.

"There are even masters secretly helping each other!" Nie Liao was stabbed more than a dozen times, he thought that he would definitely die, but after the help of the old beggar, he only felt refreshed, like a new life, at this time a voice sounded in his ears: "Concentrate and calm down, calm your heart, the ruler is short, although the strong are also weak, the inch is long, and the weak is also strong!"

"It's that old gentleman!" Nie Liao suddenly remembered a person in his mind, for as long as he could remember, there was an old man wandering in Yanmen, who often said things that people couldn't understand, but Nie Liao knew that this was a hidden master, and the voice just now was also the words of this master!

Nie Liao looked at the branch of the large tree behind the crowd of onlookers, it was empty, only a bead was placed on the tree, shining brightly.

He Wuyong didn't notice these anomalies, he also said that Nie Liao's blood had dried up, a trace of murderous intent flashed in his eyes, and his body immediately moved, and the folding fan in his hand was opened, but this time it was no longer a stab, but directly hit all the short daggers, all towards Nie Liao's vital point, and at the same time, people were like ghosts, fists and feet came out together, all hitting Nie Liao's chest.

"Poof......" With every punch and kick, Nie Liao had to spit out a mouthful of blood, which showed the fierceness of He Wuyong's strength, but Nie Liao was staring at He Wuyong, and he refused to take a step back.

"Don't you want to die? I'll send you to see your woman!" He Wuyong couldn't help but be annoyed, obviously he was pressing Nie Liao to attack, but why didn't he have the slightest pleasure of victory! Which of the people he had tortured and killed before hadn't been destroyed by his terrifying strength to destroy the psychological defense line, but this Nie Liao, why didn't he even snort in pain!

His fists and feet were like the wind, tormenting Nie Liao at once, He Wuyong greeted frantically, he wanted the person in front of him to die, he couldn't die anymore, and he didn't dare to come back to him when he became a powerful ghost in the underworld!

"You lost!" The last punch, He Wuyong was held by Nie Liao's hand.

"What did you say?" He Wuyong was suddenly startled, at this moment, his face and body were also splashed with Nie Liao's blood, and his previous handsomeness was no longer there, and some only had ghost-like faces.

"I said, you lost!" Nie Liao held He Wuyong's hand and repeated it again, again, when he said this, Nie Liao himself was surprised, he didn't know where he got such confidence, and he didn't know why he had such huge power.

He Wuyong wanted to break free, but he felt that his hands were clamped, and he wanted to kick Nie Liao's chest to force the other party to let go, but Nie Liao had already put his legs out together, clamping his right leg, and then without waiting for He Wuyong to react, he pressed hard

"Ahh

"I'm not reconciled!" He Wuyong only hated himself for underestimating this Nie Liao, and under the severe pain, he actually pulled his hands hard, and suddenly pulled Nie Liao's arms out of place.

"You—lost—" Nie Liao's arms hung weakly on his shoulders, but there was a smile on his face.

"What are you laughing at!" Until this time, He Wuyong still couldn't see half of the frustration in Nie Liao's eyes, he picked up Nie Liao's Green Dragon Hook Scythe from the ground, intending to let Nie Liao die under his own weapon.

But the knife didn't go down after all.

Because Nie Liao's whole body fell on He Wuyong's body, and Nie Liao's body was pierced with He Wuyong's dagger-

"You-lost-!" Nie Liao pressed on He Wuyong's body, and although those daggers penetrated deep into Nie Liao's internal organs, they also caused fatal injuries to his master.

He Wuyong stopped breathing, his eyes widened, he didn't expect to die that he would be killed by his own weapon.

Nie Liao muttered: "Lan, I have avenged you, I have come to see you!"