The Kanto region in late autumn is already a little windy. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Although it was noon, the sand and dust raised by the whirlwind had eclipsed the sun, an unknown grass ball rolled everywhere, there was a simple tea shop on the side of the road, a group of caravans formed a circle around the tea shop, the merchants were lazily huddled together, silently smoking dry smoke, there seemed to be no other sound between heaven and earth except the sound of the wind.

Suddenly, there was the sound of horses' hooves in the wind, and seven or eight fast horses galloped towards a carriage, and in the blink of an eye they had come to a halt in front of the teahouse. Yesterday night, the hall master Zhu Renjie led a group of subordinates to rob a cart of silver transported from Kaifeng to the "Sword God" Dongfang Xiuming, and ran wildly for a morning, and then left Dongfang Xiuming's sphere of influence.

"Hall Master!" a bare-headed strong man said: "Hall Master, this is already our territory, brothers are tired for a night, just drink tea here and take a breath, right?"

Zhu Renjie looked at the group of leisurely businessmen, thought for a while, and said, "That's it, that old thief in the East doesn't dare to come to our territory to find trouble, even if he has the audacity." The group got off the horse and walked into the shop, the owner of the tea shop hurriedly came forward, wiped the table, poured tea, and brought a bunch of steamed buns, the group was hungry after last night's fierce battle, and did not say anything, each lowered his head and ate.

The arrival of this group of people did not bring much novelty to the group of merchants, and in the Kanto region, there were not eight hundred but one thousand men who licked blood with knives. Here, the sky is high and the emperor is far away, whoever hates enough can eat, drinking wine here, cutting people there, people have long been numb, seven or eight strong men with knives and sticks are not enough to attract people's attention. There was another sound of horses' hooves in the wind, not very quickly, but gradually approaching, and a white horse appeared in the wind and sand, covered in snow-white, with only a black hair at a height of three inches of the horse's hooves.

"What a 'dark clouds and snow'!" a knowledgeable merchant called out the horse's nickname. The young man on the horse turned his head and smiled at him, revealing a mouthful of white teeth. The merchant paused for a moment. Kanto men are known for being tall and burly, and the husbands that Kanto women yearn for should be rugged and bold. And this young man is like a gentleman who travels in the mountains and rivers in the south of the Yangtze River in March, and this kind of teenager is rare to see in Kanto. A long black hair is draped over his shoulders, a wisp of flowing sea in front of his forehead hangs to his mouth, his complexion is white, his lips are red and his teeth are white, and his body is very thin, but he looks like he has a compelling heroic spirit all over his body. If it weren't for this heroic spirit, the merchant would have almost thought that it was a weak woman riding the horse.

The young man didn't pull the reins, holding a plate of sunflowers, still producing melon seeds in the air, looking up to catch them, very leisurely and chic, no matter how he looked at it, he didn't look like a character in the rivers and lakes, but there was a black sheath long sword hanging on his saddle. The white horse slowly walked to the car and stopped, and the merchant said in his heart: "Look at the way that the wheel is pressed out of the ground, it must be a cart of red goods, this young man is too ignorant, it seems that he is fighting the idea of this car, but the group of strong men is easy to provoke, and if the other is wrong, the little life will not be saved!" Thinking of this, he turned his head to look at the group of strong men, but was surprised to find that the group of men, all of them looked at the young man with frightened eyes, as if they had seen a ghost. Looking at the surrounding business travel companions, they were also attracted by this abnormal scene.

Zhu Renjie stood up stubbornly, walked up to the young man, and said, "After chasing us all night, what do you want?"

"Do you need to say anything?" said the boy, thrusting the sunflower into the saddle, clapping his hands, "This is our silver, and I will take it back." ”

"Boy, you're too arrogant!" the bald man rushed out of the tea shed, pointed at the boy and scolded: "Your grandmother is a bear! Don't think that if you learn a few tricks from your father, our brother will be afraid of you." A group of people drew their weapons and rushed forward, staring at the young man with fierce eyes. The young man smiled helplessly and said, "You all know that you can't stop me even by a few of you." After speaking, he ignored the group and grabbed the bridle of the horse pulling the cart.

"Stop!" Zhu Renjie said: "You are bold, no matter how powerful you are, this is our territory, and there is our brigade within a radius of half a mile!" Zhu Renjie took out a firecracker and shook it in front of the young man, and then said: "Once you start to do it, I will detonate this thing, and hundreds of brothers will come in a moment, and it is difficult for you to fly." ”

"Then you might as well give it a try!" said the young man disdainfully.

"You asked for it!" Zhu Renjie stretched out his hand and took out a fire fold, and when he shook it in the wind, there was a flame immediately, but at the same time as he took out a fire fold, the young man had drawn his long sword and turned over his head from the horse. When the fire fold was just on fire, Zhu Renjie only felt that the lightning flashed in front of him, and with a light hand in his hand, half of the firecracker had fallen to the ground. There are no special moves, just fast, electric and flint fast. The young man shook his sword and said, "Now you won't be able to report it, can I go?"

The corners of Zhu Renjiejue's mouth twitched a few times unconsciously, and he swallowed a mouthful of saliva hard, he knew that the young man had left mercy, and the sword blade only needed to wipe the throat of Ziji, and he didn't have a chance to light the firecracker's fuse, and his own kung fu couldn't perform a trick in front of this thin young man.

The bald man yelled, "Fight with this kid!" and the gang immediately rushed towards the boy.

A whirlwind blew, and the merchants on the side of the road could no longer see the battle in the wind and sand, only the sound of weapons breaking through the air, the wails of wounds, and the sound of angry scolding, but these sounds did not last long, because after the wind and sand there was no sound, there was only a terrifying silence between heaven and earth.

Still standing there was the young man, his long hair blown by the wind, and there was no expression of triumphant joy on his face, and he felt a little sad as he watched everyone else fall to the ground, rolling in pain on the ground.

"Why do you want to come here even though you know that you are invincible? Is Wang Chengyun really worth it for you to do this?" the young man turned over and got on his horse, and with a "Zheng" sound, he inserted the long sword back into the scabbard.

Zhu Renjie struggled to get up, and the boy didn't kill them, but just stabbed them in the knee. "Why don't you kill us, are you afraid of killing people!" Zhu Renjie shouted at the young man.

The boy tied the reins of the horse that pulled the cart to the saddle of his white horse, took out the sunflower, threw a melon seed into his mouth, and said, "My father only ordered me to recover the money, and did not call me to kill anyone." He pulled the reins and led the carriage toward the distant wind and dust. Those merchants looked straight, seeing that they had not seen the fight in the rivers and lakes, if there was no fight for a day in Kanto, it would be a strange thing, but every time it was bloody, every time there were tragic casualties, there was never a clean and neat end of the battle as this time, and no one was as calm and chic as this young man.

"Who is this young man?" the merchant asked his companion.

"He is Dongfang Xiuming's son, 'Young Sword God' Dongfang Xiaoyue!" someone replied.