A man in the night, his cloak hides his whole body in the night. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info White snowflakes hit the cloak, and he stood in front of the door of a bamboo hut, breaking his wide knife and pestle in the snow, silently flapping the snowflakes on the cloak.

About half an hour later, a vague shadow came from a distance, and his somewhat numb feet moved, and he slung the broad knife over his shoulder, and stood sideways.

"Mo Ruler, have you seen Qing Xun?"

As the figure approached, he stood still beside the ink ruler, his eyes flickering with a sparkling light, and his tone tinged with a hint of melancholy.

"See, he said he was waiting for you in the north!"

Mo Qi looked at the middle-aged man with messy hair with a calm face, and his tone was thick and hoarse.

The man stood there without answering, he closed his eyes, raised the wine jug he was carrying in his left hand, raised his head and poured the wine into his mouth, laughing with pathos: "Mo Zhi, am I wrong?

He said he didn't dare admit that his brothers' deaths had been a mistake all along. Mo Qi looked at the man who seemed to be steaming on his eye mask, and his heart suddenly trembled, as if his former faith was about to collapse.

"We are willing to set our hearts for the world and our lives for the people. ”

Mo Qi suddenly knelt down on one knee, the wide knife was inserted into the snow, he clenched his fist on his chest with one hand, and his tone was choked: "Mo Qi is a rough man, it was the alliance leader who brought me out of the Horqin grassland of Qin State, I am willing to live and die with the alliance leader, and I am willing to live and die with the Xia Alliance!"

The man lowered his head and looked at the ink ruler kneeling on one knee on the snow, this burly and honest prairie man. He should have belonged to the vast grassland, where there were horses and simple people.

"How many years have you been with me?"

"It's been five years since the alliance leader, and I've been following you since the creation of the Xia League. Mo Qi watched the man stretch out his hand, leaned over slightly and patted it on his shoulder, and sighed: "Buren, I regret it, you should have stayed on the grassland to find a woman, I brought you out and hurt you." ”

"Alliance Leader.."

When the man said this, Mo Qi, who was kneeling on one knee in the snow, suddenly raised his head, and the bloodshot on his eyes swelled on his eyeballs, and he cried out loudly.

"Buren, you should also go back to the grassland, forget the name of the ink ruler, remember that your name is Buren, Taiben Buren. The man interrupted the ink ruler and laughed sadly.

"Li Ziqian! Have you forgotten our common oath, the Xia Alliance will not be dissolved! Our men on the grassland will not give up so easily. ”

Looking at Li Ziqian, who was smiling sadly, the kneeling ink ruler stood up, knocked off the other party's hand on his shoulder, glared at the man, and pulled out the severed wide knife.

The man looked at the burly man in front of him in a daze, and he suddenly remembered the scene when he first stepped onto the grassland:

"What is that broadsword on your back called?"

"Ruler, a broken knife."

"Why is it broken?"

"Having drunk too much cold blood, forgetting the weight of the steel, I took it to the steppe in search of hot blood. ”

"Leave it to me! I, Taimoto Buren, is a hot-blooded man on this grassland..."

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"Buren.."

The man spoke softly, staggered the eyes of the ink ruler, opened the door and entered the dark room, and said with his back to him: "Qing Xun has returned to the north, you should also go back, too many people have died in the Xia League." ”

The man's words were long and slow, and the ink ruler looked at the back that melted into the darkness, his eyes dimmed, and he turned his back and softened his tone: "When Qing Xun returned to the north, he said to me that I don't understand, but in fact, I understand!

The very small voice of the ink ruler fell on the ears of the man in the room, and the man's body trembled, and he turned his head to look at the burly man who slowly walked into the snow, the corners of his mouth opened, but he didn't speak.

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Yue Guoming and the beginning

In the territory of Xuzhou in the state of Chu, it is the season of April at this time. The cherry blossoms in Xuzhou floated in the air, and one by one they were thrown to the ground by the wind and got up, like a woman who was abandoned by a man crying and getting up and chasing the wind.

Both sides of Xuzhou Shangxiang Street are densely packed with people, all of whom are bowing down and looking at the cherry blossom petals on the ground to pass the time.

Soldiers armed with long-go horse pistols walked up and down the street with cold faces, like eagles sweeping over the people crowded in the crowd.

Clad in heavy armor, he lowered his head and blended in with the soldiers patrolling by, the tip of his spear brushed by cherry blossom petals.

He looked indifferently at the horse in front of him and walked into the street, on the horse there was a middle-aged man dressed in inky black water virtue, he was wearing a jade pendant of the Xuanniao totem around his waist, his sword-like eyebrows flew obliquely into a few strands of black hair under the corner of his temples, and his ink-like pupils looked at the people who knelt down in unison at this moment.

"We greet the king."

The cry like the sea spread in the streets, and the petals on the cherry blossom trees seemed to be impacted by the sound, falling down and hitting the people of Xuzhou who were buried in their heads.

The middle-aged man on the horse listened to the call, his thin lips curled into a bohemian smile. The petals that fell on his shoulders were gently brushed away by him, and his handsome face was hooked at this moment.

The archer pulled the string ajar and ran slowly behind the horse. The ink ruler knelt on the stone slab, huddled among the soldiers, and cautiously raised his head to peek at the king on the horse-Yinghao.

The eyes of the two happened to meet, and the man on the horse smiled warmly, pulled the reins on the horse and came towards him.

The ink ruler holding the spear hurriedly buried his head, panicked at the warm smile for no reason, and cold sweat stuck to the barrel of the spear.

As the horse was about to pass by him, his wide-eyed eyes and a somewhat trembling body could not stop protruding outward.

Mo Qi silently thought in his heart, calculated the time, and the spear he held in his hand stabbed the two people who were kneeling beside him in vain. He stood in the prostrate sea of people, and as the wind swept his sideburns, he raised his spear and stabbed at the middle-aged man on the horse.

The horse neighed, and the iron hooves were raised high and stepped towards him. The spear spikes into the Ugin armor on the horse. The barrel of the gun bent and rubbed the hand of the ink ruler, and then the sound of "bang" snapped.

The arrow on the bowstring plunged into his body, and he sneered and pulled it out. Looking at the soldiers who surrounded him with Changge and the crowd that began to panic, he shouted: "If the sky is going to die, the puppet is willing to fight to the death!"

The heavy voice hit everyone's eardrums, and the middle-aged man on the horse stopped the horse, he looked down at the blood-flowing ink ruler, put his hand on the heavy sword at his waist, squinted and asked, "Are you from the Tianji Pavilion Killer Sect?"

"I'm a killer without a surname, I'm Haben Buren, a good boy of the steppe."

The ink ruler looked at the soldiers who were already surrounded like iron buckets, and he picked up the tip of the spear that had fallen to the ground under the noses of everyone.

The soldier watched his movements, and took a step in unison, and Changge slashed the wind with the rotation of his wrist, and the archers on the flanks had already pulled the strings tight again.

"Buren, as his name suggests, is a good name."

The man on the horse twisted these words, sneered, raised his hand and waved it forward, and the surrounding soldiers stabbed Changge into the body of the ink ruler as his hand fell.

The red cherry blossoms on the ground were even better stained with blood, and when the ink ruler stabbed Changge, he had already inserted the spear in his hand into his neck. The moment he fell, he felt countless cold iron tools stabbing back and forth in his body. The moment his eyelids closed, he remembered what Li Ziqian said when he handed him the broad knife: "You are also called the ink ruler! Let it follow you across the world..."

The man on the horse looked at the ink ruler lying in a pool of blood, he raised his hand, and said in a dull tone: "Enough, find a good place to bury him, and engrave his name on the tablet, he said that he has a name." ”

The soldier stopped, looked at the king on the horse in a daze, and stopped the movement of his hand. They were stunned for a moment before they realized that the king had pulled the reins and was running away in the cherry blossom-strewn streets.