After nightfall, it seems that there are immortals in the nine heavens who erased the sound of this city pass, the whole Tianmen Pass is exceptionally silent, there are still some summer insects chirping after nightfall in summer, and in winter, there is only the biting cold sound of the wind and snow whistling, but the military and civilians in the Tianmen enjoy this tranquility extraordinarily, but it is not known how much men's blood is exchanged for this tranquility.

Chen Changge shook his head when he heard the withered man's words.

Before the withered man muttered, the withered man's breath changed suddenly, his eyes were as cold as frost, and the cold spear in his hand suddenly stabbed out, and went straight to Chen Changge's door.

This thorn frightened a few people, Liu Yuanshan was about to stand up with an exclamation, Xiang Tiancheng's eyes were startled, Na Tian Baiyi was the lightest, his face was drunk, and he looked at the cold spear reflecting the moonlight with a smile on his eyebrows, only Chen Changge was still drinking without dodging or dodging, and his eyes were pleasant and not afraid to stare at the cold Senleng spear.

Seeing that the spear was less than three inches away from Chen Changge's front door, the withered man said coldly, "Aren't you afraid?"

Chen Changge put down the wine glass in his hand and said indifferently: "I'm afraid." ”

"Then why don't you hide?"

Chen Changge couldn't help but smile bitterly: "If the seniors want to kill me, how can I hide, if I don't want to kill me, why should I hide?"

"It's a bit of that guy's feeling. The withered man chuckled, even he forgot himself, how many years have he not laughed, I don't know how many times he laughed today, I just don't know if this smile is for the story or for the old people, the man suddenly withdrew to listen to the cold gun, his wrist flipped to reflect the moon and danced, listening to the cold gun on the streamer is extremely dazzling in the moonlight, the withered man listens to the cold whistling in his hand, and his mind is shaky.

That year, he returned to the lonely mountain to learn the master, all day long guarding the three lonely graves and widows of the wine and dry sword as a companion, looking at Zhang Anwan's clothes and mounds muttering the words hidden in his heart over the years, looking at this Lingfeng Mountain to understand the sword intent, four years of sword success, from the second order into the town spirit, from the town spirit into the Taixuan This speed is rare in the world, late that night he remembered the white-clothed figure that broke the sky and jumped Xi Mountain, and broke through the sky and went to Lingfeng Mountain at night.

In the moonlight, Zhang Wuhui stepped on the back of the snow eagle, stepped on the mountain wind step by step, climbed to the mountainside by a sound of gold and iron to attract his eyes, only to see a man with a flower armor in the moonlight, in the cold night of this snowy mountain bare body wielding an iron hammer is forging a transparent red hard iron, the quenching carbon furnace on the side is burning, the hot gas sprays out to melt the chill above, a cold spear stands next to the quenching iron furnace, the man is extremely burly and majestic with mottled hair, and the finger-wide green tendons on both arms burst up, so a hammer smashed on the anvil, every time the hammer fell was a shocking sound, Zhang Wuhui felt that the mountains under his feet trembled with the hammerFrom time to time, there are bursts of snow sliding down from the upper peak, I don't know if it is because of the mountain wind or the shaking of the man's hammer.

The two of them have been like this, one striking iron and one watching, from late night to early morning, from dawn to evening, the two of them did not say a word, the man in the sixtieth armor only knew how to quench the iron forging hammer, Zhang Wuhui only knew to drink silently, so after a day and a night, which piece of hard iron was forged by the man into a long sword, the man was still not satisfied, and continued to temper, the hard iron finally could not withstand the man's huge strength to crack and break and was useless, the man in the sixtieth armor couldn't help but smile bitterly when he saw this, and stretched out his hand to Zhang Wuhui and hooked his finger.

Zhang Wuhui threw the wine gourd in his hand to the man, the man smiled happily, drank the wine in the gourd in one gulp, and muttered a good wine, this is called Pu Jiuxin's six-year-old man, there are no heirs in the world, the old father died as an immortal in twenty years, and he only wanted to forge a peerless long sword in this Lingfeng Mountain for ten years, but he did not forge a blade in these ten years.

The two are friends who are friends by mistake, the two have a place to go in the mountains and forests of Lingzhou, Zhang Wuhui loves to drink snow lotus tea, Pu Jiuxin loves to drink the shoddy grain wine, two years later, the two went out of Lingzhou together to burn incense and fill the grave for Pu Jiuxin's father.

That year, at the foot of Xishan, an old man and a young man came, the old man held a spear and the young man held an ancient sword, climbed the Canglan Courtyard to listen to the wind hall, and visited the beautiful scenery of the East China Sea to worship the lonely tomb behind the top of the Buddha in Longyan Temple, and met a sloppy monk and a deep burly man who coaxed children in Longyan Temple.

In that year, at the foot of Xishan Mountain, I met the warrior surnamed Zhao who did not live in the tower, Zhang Wuhui was defeated by three swords, the man surnamed Pu was like a dragon with a spear in his hand, provoking ten thousand catties of sea water in the East China Sea and falling down, and the warrior surnamed Zhao fought for three hours, a spear was cut off by the warrior surnamed Zhao, although he was defeated, the man surnamed Pu laughed very happily, a broken spear was discarded, and then went to the lonely grave in the back mountain to knock three heads, returned to Lingfeng Mountain to continue to forge the sword day and night, three months later, vomited blood in front of the quenching table and died, the wrought iron hammer in his hand was still tightly held in his hand and refused to put down。

Pu Jiuxin practiced martial arts at the age of seven, insisted on practicing the gun for 30 years, went out of the mountain at the age of 40, took the 100-year-old black iron on the top of Lingfeng Mountain and handed it over to the Lingshan Sword Pavilion, the Sword Pavilion forged for three months, and forged a peerless cold gun.

As soon as Listening to the cold, the world knows the name of Lingzhou Pu Jiuxin, but more earthly people joke about it, the Lingshan Pu Bingsheng who forged the light city has no successor, and the son of the soldier saint actually entrusts others to forge soldiers, and then Pu Jiuxin has lived alone in Lingfeng Mountain for 20 years, and is determined to forge a peerless soldier comparable to the light city, until the hearing cold is broken, and the warrior surnamed Zhao cut off not only Tinghan, but also cut off Pu Jiuxin's gun.

At that moment, Pu Jiuxin's lifelong gunshot was completely extinct, he remembered that his father's expression when he was dying and that unique method of forging soldiers, Pu Jiuxin, who was over the age of sixties, was buried on the top of Lingfeng Mountain, and the father and son were buried in the easternmost and westernmost parts of Qianyuan.

Since then, the mountains and forests in Lingzhou have returned to calm, only a withered man sits beside the three graves and looks at the lonely tomb on the top of the mountain covered by cold and snow, and after seventeen years, there is no more cold and no soldier saint descendants in the world, only a withered man who misses his old friend goes down to the lonely mountain three times, and the tower on the three is buried with countless warriors.

In the courtyard on the side of the Commander's Mansion, a withered man's eyes were slightly red, and the strength in his hand surged Zhang Er Tinghan broke suddenly, the man looked at the hand and smiled even more, Chen Changge, who was staring at the gun flower, stood up suddenly, his face was full of drunkenness, and he looked at Tinghan, who was divided into two, with a shocked expression.

"It's better to break early than late. After saying that, the withered man threw the two-part Tinghan to Chen Changge, and continued: "That crazy monk wants you to precipitate a little more gun intent, most likely afraid that you will be distracted, so he is angry and condenses his hands in the Nine Palaces, and merges the spiritual power into the head of the spear body Jiao Salamander. ”

Chen Changge took the two pieces of Tinghan, according to the luck of the withered man, the picture of the salamander carved on the body of the bright silver spear suddenly lit up, and four or five rays of light were born from the truncated place to drag the two severed spears to one place, and suddenly merged with the light flashed, and the Tinghan spear was combined into one intact, and the three of Chen Changge were shocked by this strange scenery and stared at nothing.

Seeing the ignorant appearance of the three of them, the withered man couldn't help but sigh, returned to the table, drank a glass of red wine and said leisurely: "Xie Wuliang's forging skills are still not as good as the Pu family, but this is not bad to make up for the cold, in the future, pass by the Lingshan Sword Pavilion and find that torturer god cultivator, since that person's apprentice has a good memory, how much do you remember the marksmanship just now?"

Chen Changge came back to his senses at this time, split Tinghan into two, and recalled the light under the moon just now: "It's vague." ”

The withered man shook his head and smiled: "Although the gunman wants to move forward, it is extremely valuable if he can turn his wishes, whether it is a long spear or a short gun, or a shot or two pieces, the meaning is probably the same, there is no need to follow the old path of the predecessors step by step, it is good to have some of your own feelings, today you have a little meaning in the military and political yamen, so practice like this." ”

Chen Changge bowed to the ground and said sincerely: "Thank you seniors for your advice." ”

"No, no matter who is holding this Tinghan today, I have to say a few words. The withered man waved his hand, and without waiting for Chen Changge to speak, he took out a red short dagger from his arms and handed it to Liu Yuanshan, who was dressed in black, and continued: "Destroy your dagger today, and now compensate you for a dagger, this thing is originally a pair, and the one is on a wicked person, whether you can get it depends on your ability." ”

The red dagger is one foot long, the whole body is red, the hand is carved with some fire patterns, the blade is clear and cold, and it is extremely gorgeous, Liu Yuanshan is greedy for money and ink on weekdays, and today he saw the withered man's means and naturally did not dare to ask for it, and shook his head again and again: "No, this thing is too valuable, and all worldly things will be destroyed if they are destroyed, and it is not worth the seniors to care about it so much." ”

"Noise. The withered man cursed impatiently, put the dagger on the table, and turned and went into the bedroom.

Tian Baiyi, who was on the side, was drunk, and said slightly drunk: "It's really noisy." ”

Tian Baiyi also got up and went back to his bedroom, leaving only the three brothers who had not seen each other for a long time in the courtyard, a total of three bedrooms in the side yard, the withered man lived alone in the middle, Tian Baiyi occupied one by himself, and the remaining one left three brothers.

There are only three brothers left in the courtyard, the red wine reflects the moonlight, and the cup contains the cold light.

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Hongyong Mansion, North City Gate Tower.

Late at night, just after the fourth watch drum was played on the bridge tower, the doorman Dong Yu was able to lie down again, listening to the cold wind blowing outside the city, the quilt on his body did not have the slightest warmth, the old doorman Dong Yu looked up along the rotten wooden doors and windows and looked at the moonlight and couldn't help sighing.

The old gatekeeper has been extremely tired these days, originally there were people in the Tianmen Pass War, and there were people in the state who were in turmoil, and it was hard enough to need the gatekeeper to guard the city gate during the day, but who knew that since he received a share of the great merit of capturing the nobles of the north alive seven days ago, this life has plummeted, and the bullshit reward has not been seen, but it has become even more frightened.

Especially since the night four days ago, after the old man and the master went out of the city one after another, the old man of the house Yin did not return for a long time, and the kind Master Ji rushed back in the afternoon of the second day, bringing a full two thousand soldiers of the Xiongzhou government, and somehow the kind Master Ji also became extremely harsh, and at that time he turned his day drudgery into a day and night guard, and the two thousand soldiers of the government changed into the military uniform of the Hongyong defenders, and were dispersed by Master Ji to the city gates and the city gate officials on duty together.

The old doorman has always felt that something is wrong in this city these days, but he can't say why.