New rules for tea houses: Closed in the morning.

This notice was posted and did not attract the attention of pedestrians on Chashui Street, the business of the teahouse in the morning was not good, there were fewer guests drinking tea, and fewer guests listening to books, but two people pushed the door directly and walked in, and they didn't seem to care about this notice at all.

Today is the day when Wang Qiushi talks about his new book.

According to Wang Qiushi's laziness, he could have given the manuscript directly to Wucha, but in fact, the manuscript is a manuscript, and the commentary is a commentary, and the commentary is only a condensed version of the manuscript, such as "The Sword of the Third Young Master", the manuscript has 300,000 words and is divided into more than 60 chapters, but the commentary is only 12 chapters and less than 20,000 words;

"The Prodigal Son of the Border City", also known as "The First Knife of the Wind and Cloud", is the second part of the Gulong Xiao Li Flying Knife series, the protagonist Ye Kai is the descendant of Xiao Li Feidao Li Xunhuan in the past, and is also the son of Bai Yu of the Divine Sword Hall and the princess of the Demon Sect Hua Baifeng in the novel, he was born and grew up under the guidance of Li Xunhuan, and has been pursuing his own justice and forgiveness;

The other protagonist is Fu Hongxue, who grew up beside the demon princess Hua Baifeng since he was a child, and was instilled with the belief of avenging his father, he grew up in hatred, and regarded revenge as a sacred and solemn thing, which cannot be blasphemed, he doesn't like to kill people in his heart, but he always struggles in pain.

Shi Yong and Wucha sat down, and as soon as there was a startling sound, Wang Qiushi began to tell the story.

[In the wasteland, suddenly there was a strange singing.

The song was mournful, like a complaint, ethereal echo, like some kind of mysterious scripture incantation, and like the night cry of a lonely soul, but every word was heard clearly: "Emperor of Heaven, Emperor of Earth." The eyes bleed, and the moon had no light. As soon as you enter the Ten Thousand Horse Hall, the knife will be broken, and the person will be broken! The Emperor of Heaven, the Emperor of the Earth. Tears are like blood, and people break their bowels. As soon as you enter Wanmatang, you don't want to go back to your hometown. ”】

As soon as it opens, it is a sad and cold lyric, which seems to show the ominousness of Wanmatang.

[There was already a faint sound of horses neighing in the evening breeze, coming from all directions. Looking out the window, you can already see a light in front of you. The welcome place of Wanma Hall is obviously in the brightly lit place. The carriage stopped in front of a wooden fence. The fence is made of whole cedar trees, and it is three feet high. There was a lot of room inside, and I couldn't tell how many there were. An arch stood in the night, and the Diaodou flagpole inside the door seemed to be even higher and unattainable, with five large bright red characters written on it: Kanto Manmado. 】

At the time of the four homicides in Wanmatang, Ma Kongqun, the hall master of Wanmatang, together with his three brothers "One Sword Flying Flower" Hua Mantian, "Flying Crane in the Smoke" Yun Zaitian and "Four Bosses" Gongsun Duan, together invited the entire border city of unknown origin martial arts people to Wanmatang, wanting to find out the murderer, including the protagonists Ye Kai and Fu Hongxue, as well as several supporting characters Le Leshan, Flying Spider and Murong Mingzhu.

[Ye Kai had just walked into the door, and suddenly heard a sharp sound of horses' hooves, and nine horses galloped from the night. When they reached the fence, they immediately deflected their legs, and the man had already dismounted from the saddle, and the horses had stopped, but not only the movements of the men and horses were uniform, but even the outfits were exactly the same.

The nine men were all crowned with gold, purple shirts, and long swords hanging from their waists, and the gems on their scabbards were shining, but one of them had a purple and gold belt around his waist, and a night pearl as big as a dragon's eye hanging from the sword spike. The nine people are all very handsome young men, and this person is even more long, and his spirit is flying, and in the peak embrace of the other eight people, he went straight into it and said with a smile: "One step late, sorry, sorry." ”

Although he said sorry, his face was full of pride, and anyone could see that he didn't even mean the slightest bit of apology. Nine men walked through the courtyard and came to the gate of the white wood.

Gongsun Duan suddenly said loudly: "Who is Murong Mingzhu?"

The noble son in the purple robe and the gold belt, his eyes rolled up slightly, and he said coldly: "It's me." ”

The bearded giant man Gongsun said sharply: "The third boss invited you alone, and asked your followers to go down." ”

Murong Mingzhu's face changed, and he said, "They can't go in?"

Gongsun asserted: "Can't!"

A purple-shirted young man who followed Murong Mingzhu held the hilt of his sword, as if he wanted to draw his sword.

Suddenly, there was a flash of silver light, and before he could draw his sword, it had been cut off by Gongsun Duan's scimitar and sheath, and it was broken into two.

Gongsun Duan's knife was put into the sheath again, and he said, "Whoever dares to draw a sword in Wanmatang, this sword is his example." ”

Murong Mingzhu's face turned white, and he suddenly slapped the young man next to him in the face with his backhand, and said angrily: "Who told you to draw your sword? ”】

This kind of person must be a small character!

Shi Yong and Wucha sighed, in the last part of the sword of the third young master, they had already learned this kind of method used by the well-dressed son and brother with a white horse sword to contrast the protagonist, and even the scimitar of a master of the Ten Thousand Horse Hall, Gongsun Duan, could not be defeated, which showed that this Murong Mingzhu did not have any real skills.

[On the wall on the left side of the hall, there are paintings of ten thousand horses galloping, some leading their necks and neighing, some flying manes and hoofs, each horse's demeanor is different, each horse is lifelike, and the horse is incomparable. On the other side of the powder wall, there are only three big characters taller than people "Wanmatang", which are dripping with ink stains, and the dragon is flying and the phoenix is dancing.

In the center of the hall, there is only a long white wooden table, which looks like a street, and can accommodate people to gallop on the table. On either side of the table, there are at least three hundred white wooden chairs. If you have not been to the Ten Thousand Horse Hall, you will never be able to imagine that there will be such a long table and such a large hall in the world! There are no exquisite decorations or gorgeous decorations in the hall, but it looks indescribably solemn, solemn, noble, and broad. Whoever walks here will involuntarily feel serious and heavy.

At the end of the long table, on a large chair, sat a man in white. He sat in a proper manner, and although there was a backrest behind the chair, his waist was still straight and straight.

It is the master of the Ten Thousand Horse Hall, Ma Kongqun. 】

This description is really exaggerated, Shi Yong and Wucha were shocked to close their mouths, the long white wooden table as long and wide as the street, is there such a huge and incomparable table in the world? It is estimated that even the White House of the President of the United States and the palace of the Empress of the Eagle Country cannot do this!

The furnishings of Wanma Hall are so heroic, the hall master Ma Kongqun will naturally not be an ordinary person.

[Ten Thousand Horse Hall Master Ma Kongqun is staring at Ye Kai. His gaze stayed in front of everyone for a long time before he finally stared at Ye Kai. He used his eyes far more than his tongue. For he also understands that seeing more can increase wisdom, but talking more can only increase calamity.

Ma Kongqun suddenly smiled and said, "Your Excellency never has a sword on you?"

Ye Kai said: "Because I don't need to." ”

Ma Kongqun nodded slowly and said, "Yes, real courage is not obtained from the sword!"

Murong Mingzhu suddenly sneered and said, "If a person doesn't carry a sword, it doesn't prove that he has courage!"

Ma Kongqun smiled again and said lightly: "Courage is a strange thing, not only can't you see it, you can't feel it, but you can't prove it at all, so ......"

He stared at Ye Kai and slowly continued: "A person with real courage sometimes looks like a Confucian in the eyes of others. ”

Ye Kai stroked his palm and said: "It makes sense, I know such a person." ”

Ma Kongqun immediately asked, "Who is this person?"

Ye Kai didn't answer, just smiled and looked at the person who had just come out from behind the screen. The Master of the Ten Thousand Horses Hall followed his gaze and immediately saw Fu Hongxue. 】

Fu Hongxue!

It's a bizarre name!

When Wang Qiushi said this name, Shi Yong and Wucha inexplicably felt that this must be a strange and terrible person, red snow, is it red snow flying in the sky, or red blood? This name seems to be born with a bloody killing aura, this must be the protagonist with a knife, the two couldn't help but think to themselves.

However, what Shi Yong Wucha didn't expect was that Fu Hongxue was a cripple.

[Fu Hongxue's face looked even paler under the light, so pale that it was almost transparent. But his eyes were dark, like this boundless night, and he didn't know how many dangers and secrets were hidden.

The scabbard is also pitch black, without carving, without ornamentation.

He held the knife tightly and turned the screen, yes, he took a step with his left foot, and then slowly dragged his right foot over, and everyone could see that it was a cripple. 】

Although the protagonist is a cripple, it does not affect the feelings of Shi Yong and Wucha, in their feelings, Fu Hongxue is too cold! This kind of protagonist can always attract everyone's attention, Wucha wants to know Fu Hongxue's knife, Shi Yong wants to know Fu Hongxue's life.

This must be a very special knife!

This must be a very special person!

[Gongsun Duanzheng stared at the knife in his hand. Fu Hongxue was also looking at the knife in his hand, except for this knife, he seemed to have never looked at anyone or anything.

Gongsun said in a deep voice: "No one can bring a sword into Wanma Hall, and no one can bring a sword!"

Fu Hongxue was silent for a long time before she said slowly: "No one?"

Gongsun replied: "No." ”

Fu Hongxue nodded slowly, his gaze had moved from the knife in his own hand to the scimitar that was diagonally inserted in Gongsun's broken belt, and said lightly: "What about you?

With the spear of the son, the shield of the attacker!

Shi Yong and Wucha couldn't help but be dumbfounded, it seems that this Fu Hongxue is not a stupid person.

[Gongsun Duan's face changed, and the wine in the cup gradually overflowed, flowing on his dark and hard steel-like palm, and the golden cup had been pinched flat by his iron palm. Suddenly, the golden cup flew up, and the silver light flashed, and the twisted and deformed golden cup "ding, ding, ding" fell at his feet, and the wine cup was cut into three by this knife. The scimitar still shone like bright silver.

Gongsun Broken Iron Palm stroked the blade, stared at Fu Hongxue, and said word for word: "If you have such a knife, you can also bring it in." ”

Fu Hongxue was silent and said: "My knife is used to kill people. ”

Gongsun said sharply: "Since you are here, you have to leave your knife, and if you want to leave, you have to leave your knife before you can go!"

Fu Hongxue said word for word: "If there is a knife, there are people, and if there are people, there are people." ”

Gongsun replied, "What if I must keep your sword?"

Fu Hongxue said: "The knife is here, and the people are here!"

Gongsun shouted: "Good, very good!"

In the midst of the cheers, the knife light had already flown out like a silver rainbow, and Fu Hongxue's hand holding the knife was sharpened. Fu Hongxue's people did not turn around, the knife was not unsheathed, and his hands did not move. Suddenly, I heard a person shouting: "Stop!"

The sword light immediately froze, and the blade was no longer more than five inches away from Fu Hongxue's wrist. His hands were still as steady as rocks, and the wind did not move. Gongsun Duan stared at his hand, and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead like soybeans. When his sword was swung, there was only one man in the world who could tell him to stop. 】