The second floor of Sanssouci Square.

A gloomy man sat in a dark corner, silently in his gestures, a black robe covered his whole body, a black hair casually covered his face, making people unreal, his body was as thin and thin as a sickly, his exposed palms were white and bloodless, and a black crow stood on his shoulder, the crow was pitch black, only his eyes were frighteningly red.

The gloomy man is tearing off a small shredded meat from the sauce beef in front of him and delivering it to the crow's mouth on his shoulder, the black crow swallows the shredded meat in one bite, and spreads his wings very happily and shakes off a few times, but it is still silent, one person and one crow are like the undead in the underworld without sound, if someone is close to listen carefully, even breathing is quiet.

The gloomy man listened to Meng Lang, the young man downstairs, and a small smile leaked from his pale face, how many people practice martial arts in this world, and if they want to throw their hands at Mount Tai collapse, how many people will come to the east with a sword, and there are only a few people who can really understand the essence of this martial arts?

Most of the young people who have just entered the WTO have the majestic ambition to swallow mountains and rivers in their chests, and they feel that they have entered the house after taking three or five steps with a good mind, and these often stop here, and those who are not high in mind have very low self-control, and they have fallen into their minds, but they are not as good as the former, and they want to really grasp the size and grasp the size of the fire, I am afraid that it is more important than talent.

"Don't you have a friend from afar, don't you give a glass of wine?" a thick voice came from the other side.

The gloomy man's eyes froze slightly, he looked up at the visitor, and his pale face jumped with a sneer.

When he came to stand up, he was dressed tightly in black, his physique was strong, his face was angular and resolute, his eyebrows were deep, his eyes were as sharp as an eagle's falcon, and his face was terrifying, and his cold face was smiling.

The gloomy man stretched out his hand and poured the wine glass in front of him and pushed it in front of the person, slowly opened his mouth, his voice was extremely hoarse and harsh, like a blunt knife grinding stone, and asked slowly: "Yin Rakshasa's wine, dare to drink it?"

He smiled freely at the sturdy man, drank all the wine in front of him, and said, "You Shen Anzhi never disdain sinister methods such as poison Gu to kill, why don't I dare? If this cup of wine is filled by a half-ghost person like Zhao Jigu, I will have to think about it." ”

Among the ten songs of Tianxuan, Shen Anzhi, who is known for his treacherous and ruthless Yin Rakshasa, smiled gloomily and said coldly: "In recent years, Wu Kui of the Sword Pavilion has become famous, and he is about to intervene in my grievances with Song Qincheng as soon as he gains power?"

Wu Kui couldn't help pursing his lips when he heard this: "The treasures in the Song family's treasure house can be called rare things, this Song God of Wealth is really atmospheric, but it's a pity, he doesn't care about what vulgar things, and I don't care about someone in Wu, he Song God of Wealth is big or weak, what does it have to do with me?" ”

Shen Anzhi stretched out his hand to stroke the hair on the top of the black crow's head on his shoulder, and asked with a smile: "Then you came to Xiongzhou to beg for a glass of wine?"

Wu Kui shook his head and asked, "Then why are you?"

"Kill. Shen Anzhi's hoarse voice slowly spit out two words, the cold in his words was piercing, and his already gloomy face was extremely gloomy at the moment.

"Kill whom?"

"The guards of the Heavenly Gate, Qin Xiong. Speaking of this name, Shen Anzhi's eyes were more murderous.

"Tianmen Pass is too guarded, Zhang Wuhui's sole disciple?" Wu Kui was a little surprised by this name.

Shen Anzhi's cold eyes were filled with anger, and he nodded, "He Zhang Wuhui ranks second in the top ten of Tianxuan, and lives in seclusion in the lonely mountains and old forests all day long, I can't find him, it's convenient to find his relatives and friends." ”

Wu Kui couldn't help but groaned: "Kill him, the northern border of Qianyuan will be opened, I am afraid that it will be difficult to resist the army of tigers and wolves in the north, and the people of Xiongzhou will not be able to escape the misery." ”

"What does the life and death of the people have to do with the prosperity and decline of Qianyuan?" Shen Anzhi smiled heartily, his smile was full of disdain, and he asked: "Wu Kuiyuan wants to save his life?"

Wu Kui shrugged his shoulders and said, "I don't have that much spare time, I'm still thinking about how to go to the Beipi Palace to get three or two months of Hua Bing." ”

Shen Anzhi couldn't help frowning when he heard this, and muttered: "Yuehua Ice protects the heart and veins to heal things, and it takes fifteen years for the Heavenly Essence and Earth Treasure in the North to get one tael, and you will need three taels for this one?

"Take the light city. Wu Kui took a piece of beef with sauce and threw it into his mouth, and his words were extremely flat.

Shen Anzhi was slightly stunned, and then sneered: "Just now, a family and a countryman, it turned out that he was the same as me, and he wanted to be a street rat who was disdainful of righteousness." ”

Wu Kui was noncommittal to the gloomy man's sarcastic words, shrugged his shoulders and said, "Say whatever you want." ”

Shen Anzhi nodded, got up and went downstairs to leave.

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"Will you go to Fengyi Pavilion to find your aunt for a while... Look, what a handsome crow. Liu Yuanshan, who was originally gushing on the first floor, was attracted by the black crow on the shoulder of a black-robed man, and exclaimed in a low voice.

Chen Changge looked back, only to see that the owner of the black crow also heard Liu Yuanshan's shout and turned his head to look back, the three of them looked at each other, just at a glance, it was as if they had seen a hellish ghost, the black-robed man looked eerie and terrifying, and in an instant, Chen Changge felt that a wisp of cold air spread all over his limbs from the spine, and he was uncomfortable.

The black-robed man with a black crow on his shoulder looked at the two young juniors with different expressions and smiled evilly, turned around and left Sanssouci without saying a word.

Liu Yuanshan looked at the direction of the black-robed man's departure with admiration on his face, and muttered to himself, "This must be a master." ”

Chen Changge shook his head slightly and drank a sip of spirits, driving away the sudden chill on his body, and said: "Fortunately, it's daytime, if you see him at night, it's like seeing a ghost." ”

Liu Yuanshan sneered: "Fart, you see that you are not as brave as a little girl." ”

-

Three days later, the gate of heaven was closed.

Tianmen Pass is located in the border fortress, originally the sultry late autumn here seems a little desolate, Tianmen Pass, the frontier barrier of the Qianyuan Dynasty screen fortress, and the north across the mountain, the east to resist the north and the west of Dajin, is the strategic place of the military of the past dynasties, Xiongzhou is located in the bitter cold place, the folk customs are fierce and warlike, so the soldiers of Xiongzhou can be called the elite of the Qianyuan soldiers, the time of the two dynasties is more than 50 years, the tiger and wolf of the north can not invade the Qianyuan half a step, Xiongzhou heavy cavalry is indispensable.

As the waist of Qianyuan, Tianmen Pass is naturally not as prosperous as other states and counties, and the soldiers and soldiers who are strong and stubborn can be seen everywhere, and the Qin Pass army strictly forbids bullying the weak and bullying the people, and it has won the hearts of the people for many years, and the army and the people get along very well.

Under the city gates.

A sturdy man in a black robe walked out of Tianmen Pass with a middle-aged general in armor, the middle-aged general looked like Xiong Yi, a tiger with an ape arm, a swallow-jawed tiger, a leopard's head and eyes, a three-inch wide sword hanging from his waist, and a bright armor set off the cold atmosphere of the majestic man's battlefield killing.

Wu Kui stopped his steps, turned around and said, "General Qin stays." ”

The armored general thanked him and said, "Thank you Wu Kuiyuan for this." ”

This person is Qin Xiong, the guard of Tianmen Pass, who has been guarding Tianmen Pass for 12 years, fighting against the northern wolves and not being able to enter half a step, making the northern border of Qianyuan stable and stable.

Wu Kui raised his head and glanced at the Tianmen Pass city wall more than ten zhang high, there were countless new wounds and old marks on the city wall, and the mottled and desolate ancient city wall seemed to tell the story it had seen without saying a word, looking at the majestic city wall, he couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "It can be said that Xiongguan is as long as iron, for the millions of people in the pass, I hope General Qin will take care." ”

Qin Xiong, who was wearing heavy armor, couldn't help but sigh and said: "Shen Anzhi's dispute with the family teacher is not a day, and now he barks and bites like a dog with a broken spine is also expected by the family teacher, but if he really comes to provoke, I am afraid that it will hurt the people in the pass, but it doesn't matter, my Tianmen Pass is not a mountain meditation hall where he can come and leave as he wants, Kui Yuan rest assured." ”

"Good. Wu Kui replied, turned around and left, without a trace of hesitation.

In the distance, the sunset is on the mountain, the bitter cold in the north is soft, and Wu Kui enters the north in black.

-

The autumn equinox is around the Mid-Autumn Festival in August, and the cold season is not far away.

A handsome young man in a white robe carried a wine jug into a remote and dilapidated temple in Xiongzhou City, the Buddha statue enshrined in the temple has been dilapidated, several places before and after have exposed the mud straw, look at it and feel extremely bleak, after the backyard of the Buddha hall is two quiet rooms, this is the quiet place of the Buddha and the incense, but there is no slightest sense of vulgarity here, a sloppy monk lies in front of the quiet room, openly enjoying the warm sunshine of the last few days of golden autumn.

Chen Changge, who was carrying a wine jug, smelled a sour smell as soon as he entered the temple, and he didn't have to think about it, his sloppy master came back, and he said angrily: "Do you still know to come back?"

"Eh, you kid, how can you talk to the master? Because the teacher broke his leg for you, you kid is still angry with me, isn't it?" The sloppy monk sat up with a blow of his beard, glared and complained.

Chen Changge entered the backyard and shook the wine jug in his hand, and said helplessly: "Okay, okay, you work hard." ”

Ji Rong took the wine jug, and the original complaining of blowing and staring was gone, with a smile on his face, he opened the wine jug and poured it hard, wiped his mouth and said, "It's easy to say, it's easy to say, hasn't that old boy come back recently?"

"My master, you haven't been here since you left. Chen Changge sat next to his master Jirong, and he still missed this crazy old man for a few days.

"Hey, you kid, what do you call him master and what do you call me?" Ji Rong put down the gourd in his hand and returned to the complaining expression he had just complained.

Chen Changge was accustomed to the sloppy master's more serious nonsense, shrugged his shoulders and replied, "It's also called master." ”

Ji Rong didn't get around for a while, stretched out his hand and twisted his beard under his chin, and thought for a moment: "That's not good, it's all masters, I also have to be a master, he taught you those useless literati Danqing can barely be regarded as a second master." ”

Chen Changge shook his head helplessly and said: "It's been thirteen years, the two of them have been fighting for thirteen years, and they haven't come up with a reason until now." ”

In Chen Changge's memory, he has no parents since he was born, and since he was five years old, he has followed his master Jirong, a crazy monk with no martial arts, in this broken temple, Master Jirong seems to be crazy and has no appearance of a serious monk, drinks and eats meat all day long, laughs and jokes in ordinary things, but he loves to say a few words when he encounters any injustice, and becomes extremely strict as soon as he teaches him something, and he has been taught some strange breathing methods since he was a child, and even the sleeping posture has strict requirements, so that Chen Changge lies down and meditates every day, but the old monk drinks and eats meat on the side.

At the age of seven, it's time for children of the same age to go to private school, and the master who doesn't know a few people in Dou Dazi said that the teacher in the city is too poor and the level is too low to teach Chen Changge, and he doesn't know where to find a master in white.

The white-clothed master named Zhang Baiseng was reluctant at first, but later he was pestered by the master and the child's coquettishness and likability, but he fell in love with Chen Changge, compared to the crazy master Ji Rong, the white-clothed master was extremely elegant and kind, teaching him to read, read, read, literature, allusions, calligraphy, Danqing, and teaching him very well, the white-clothed master was most afraid that Chen Changge would grow up and dress like Ji Rong, and he repeatedly told him since he was a child, Chen Changge spent the past 20 years in the teaching of these two masters.

Ji Rong, who had been thinking about it for a long time, came back to his senses, looked at the apprentice dressed in white, and couldn't help but nod and smile.

"Don't say it, this white dress is not bad. ”