Section 6: Nangong Ping

It is cold in the morning and windy in the evening, and not far away is the endless plateau and meadow, and the layers of mountains can be seen clearly. Against the backdrop of clear skies and vigorous sunshine, the mountain town on the other side looks a little desolate.

"The grass and trees know that spring will return soon, and all kinds of red and purple are fragrant. "In the spring of the north, there is a kind of warmth, the warmth of the sun, the warmth of life, which gives all things a chance to live. And this warmth is not in the market, not in the city, but in the mountains. The spring in the north also has a color, it replaces the white of winter, decorates the earth with a new green, it can soften the wind, soften the willow branches, it can make the grass break the soil, let the flowers turn red, but it can not make the melancholy people change their smiles.

This middle-aged man was tall and eye-catching when he walked down the street, as he was taller than anyone who came by. Is this a standout? Or does it stand out from the crowd? This means that it is obviously different.

At this time, the sun was already in the west, but he hurried out of the city, and he did not know why. If you are an official, you don't see your followers, if you are a farmer, you don't see a hoe, if you are a merchant, why is it late, if you are a ranger, where is the sword?

The city gates stand tall and not only for people to travel, but also to witness the changes of history, and to watch the young man become gray-haired, and the city wall is towering, not only to resist foreign enemies, but also to reflect the change of dynasties, and to watch the old base reeds and flowers. At this moment, they watched him walk out, watched them come in, back and forth, and they were bored?

The middle-aged man turned his head, glanced at the street behind him, sighed, and walked out of the city gate quickly.

This is a galloping road of yellow soil, Ye Xiaotian is galloping on the road on a horse, this is not the first time he has walked the rivers and lakes alone, but it is the first time he has set foot on this land.

Ye Xiaotian is a person who is used to being indifferent, but he is also an enthusiastic person. Indifference is his face, passion is his heart. It's like his sword, the edges and corners of the dragon's spine, which seem to have nothing to do with sharpness, but in fact, the edges and corners of each piece are unparalleled.

"Pilot!" Ye Xiaotian reined in. For he saw some woodcutters coming down from the hill not far away, carrying their burdens and swords pinned to their waists, apparently returning from collecting wages.

Ye Xiaotian was not in a hurry, even if it was getting late at the moment. He thought to himself: "If there are woodcutters, there will be people on the left and right." "If you can stay in a farmhouse, it's better than sleeping in the wilderness. However, Ye Xiaotian is more accustomed to being alone, building a bonfire, and sleeping on a tree.

After all the four or five woodcutters had walked by, Ye Xiaotian rode forward. He had walked another half mile, and suddenly stopped his horse and said, "No! they are no ordinary woodcutters!"

He pulled the reins back at his horse and shouted, "Ride!" and chased back after the woodcutters.

"Ordinary woodcutters will never walk forward with their heads down. There were five people in the past just now, and Ye didn't even see the appearance of a person, if he didn't deliberately hide his identity, he had another plan. Ye Xiaotian thought while urging the horse. He tightened the dragon's spine sword in his left hand, and thought again: "What's more, when they passed by me, Ye didn't feel a trace of their breath!"

Ye Xiaotian's conjecture was not wrong, and it could even be said that he was all right. He galloped back, although their footprints were very faint, Ye Xiaotian still relied on his super perception ability to find them again in a dense forest.

Only this time, they are no longer five, but six.

Five woodcutters surround a middle-aged man. The middle-aged man's face was pale, and there were about more than ten knife wounds on Zhou's body, all of which were caused by firewood knives. Ye Xiaotian stared at them, and the six of them also looked at him in unison. Every woodcutter looks ordinary, as if he were just an ordinary woodcutter.

"He's already seriously injured, do you still want to kill him?" Ye Xiaotian was still sitting on the horse. One of the woodcutters spoke: "A word of advice, your Excellency, don't meddle in your affairs. ”

Ye Xiaotian's indifferent face suddenly smiled, as if he had heard a joke. Indeed, he was a very uninteresting person.

"Ye Mou has been nosy all his life. ”

"Look for death!"

The five woodcutters actually showed fierce expressions at the same time, their eyes that seemed to be able to kill a person and the firewood knife in their hands that could really kill people slashed towards Ye Xiaotian together, from five different directions. No one could stop this offensive from all directions, let alone in such a sudden situation.

But Ye Xiaotian didn't die, it was his horse that died.

Ye Xiaotian volleyed into the air, the dragon's spine scabbard was on the saddle, and then five firewood knives slashed the horse, blood pouring out. The horse immediately collapsed, and Ye Xiaotian pulled out the dragon's spine sword with a "brush" in the air, and calmly stabbed five swords at the five firewood knives, forcing all five of them to retreat.

The woodcutters seemed to realize that the person in front of them was not easy to deal with, and they quickly lined up in formation, constantly changing positions, and no longer rashly attacked.

Ye Xiaotian didn't dare to move, and he couldn't move. Because he knew very well that this moment was far more dangerous than the situation just now. He tightened the sword in his left hand and did not move. He can't expose his flaws, and any superfluous action will become an opportunity for the opponent to attack.

The seriously injured middle-aged man leaned against the tree behind him, his shoulders, arms, chest, and thighs were cut by a wood knife, and the most serious injury was his back, the knife almost removed half of his shoulder strap, and the blood flowed down the trunk of the tree to the ground. From the first time he saw him, Ye Xiaotian had already determined that this person would not live long.

"Who are the five of you, and why are you so cruel?" Ye Xiaotian asked.

"Under the Lower Decay. ”

"In Xia Ziyin. ”

"In the next sub. ”

"In the lower Haiyin. ”

"In Xiahaimao. ”

Five people, five directions, five voices.

Ye Xiaotian nodded and sighed, "It turned out to be the killers of the Star Picking Tower's Human Rank Wood Palace. Ye always thought that killers should be people who act secretly, but he didn't expect that the world-famous star killer was such an ordinary appearance and such an ordinary profession. ”

He looked at the wood knives in their hands, and his nerves relaxed slightly.

Ziyin said: "Your Excellency should know that the small is as hidden as the wild, the middle is hidden in the city, and the big is hidden in the court. We are all hidden, but we are tens of millions of times higher than the mundane who need to escape from the night. ”

"Oh?" Ye Xiaotian asked meaningfully, "Then what about your landlord, and what kind of identity is he?"

Gui Mao said loudly: "I, the landlord of the Great Brahma, have the opportunity to contain the universe, the ambition to swallow heaven and earth, the ability to crisscross the universe, and the power to subvert the universe, how can Da Yin be called suitable?"

Ye Xiaotian thought for a moment and said: "The dragon is a dragon, can be big and small, can rise and hide, big is clouds and mist, small is hidden and hidden, ascend is soaring between the universe, hidden in the waves. Could it be that the same is true of the Great Brahma?"

Zimao said: "Yes!"

Ye Xiaotian said again: "I heard that Xingxing Tower kills people, what kind of people, what kind of killers. Hmph, I don't know Ye, is it enough to reach the heavenly level?"

Hai Mao said: "If the five of me can't kill you, only a ground level master will come to meet Your Excellency." ”

Hai Yin also said: "If Your Excellency quits here, Star Picking Tower will not kill innocents indiscriminately." ”

Ye Xiaotian looked at him and said, "Maybe you're right. He paused, and then said the second half of the sentence that should not be said: "But Ye didn't listen." ”

"Look for death!"

After all, the five woodcutters couldn't hold back their anger, and the five firewood knives slashed again! The wind was so cold that it stirred up the dust on the ground and scattered the leaves on the branches.

"Whew!" it was the sound of flesh being cut.

They are so tacit that they can even feel their heartbeats at this moment.

It sounds mysterious, but it's actually quite simple.

Because they are all dead.

The dead have no heartbeat, and if they don't, how can they be different?

Ye Xiaotian put the dragon's spine sword on the sleeve of his right hand and wiped it, he didn't want any blood to remain on his sword.

"Good swordsmanship! What a trick 'Returning to the Dragon and Shooting the Sun', could it be that the young man is a personal disciple of the Diancang Sect Dye Feather Daoist?" The middle-aged man coughed violently, coughing up not phlegm, but mouthfuls of blood.

Ye Xiaotian returned the sword to the sheath, walked in front of him, nodded, but did not say anything else. Because he knew that no matter how much he did at this moment, he couldn't save his life.

"Do you have any last words?" or is there anything unfinished?" Ye Xiaotian asked.

The middle-aged man spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his body fell in front of Ye Xiaotian.

Ye Xiaotian knew that he was begging him.

"You say, you don't have to do it. ”

"Ask Shaoxia, save, save, save my second son, they, they are all designing to frame him...... 'The dragon fights in the wild, its blood is yellow, the dragon fights in the wild, and its way is poor'...... All this is the second robbery of the sky......" The more he spoke, the quieter he became, and with Ye Xiaotian's ability, he had to bend down to barely hear clearly.

“…… The ...... Target...... Top ......"

"Who is your second son?, and who are you?" Ye Xiaotian asked.

"Old man...... Nangong Ping ......"

Exactly: "Who is the master of the conspiracy? ”