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He shuffled along a plank road with heavy steps, his clothes were thin and tattered, and he probably hadn't changed for a long time. What about the sword? That's right, he has a sword, in his right hand is a sword that is all black, and in his left hand is a scabbard, a black scabbard, but the strange thing is that this sword only has a sword body, no blade, it is commonly known as the residual sword in the rivers and lakes, on his left wrist, there is also a string of Buddha beads, a string of Buddha beads that have long faded and yellowed, the sword and the Buddha beads do not match, it looks very interesting, but no one will laugh at him, no, it should be said that no one dares to laugh at him, there are three corpses lying on the ground not far behind him, there is blood on the corpses, it is the blood of these three people, and there is also blood on his chest, The wound was very deep, he knew that the wound had never been better, but he couldn't stop, and he didn't know where to flee, he only knew that the farther away the better, keep walking, away from the Central Plains, away from the martial arts.

What he didn't expect was that when he stepped into the land of the Central Plains again, he found that there was no place for him, and when the various sects saw him, they did everything possible to hunt him down, some for revenge, and more for the Xuanwu Blood Bead. Xuanwu Blood Bead, a treasure full of legends, but no one in the rivers and lakes has really seen it, only knows a sentence about it - the treasure of martial arts, Xuanwu Blood Bead. Walking alone, no one is convinced.

In fact, even he didn't know where the blood beads were, helplessly, he fled, he wasn't afraid of them, he was never afraid, but he didn't want to kill anymore, he had already killed all the martial arts thirty years ago, for his wife, but in the end he couldn't change his wife's death.

His wife's last words were, "Run, the farther away the better, don't kill me again." But only now did he understand that people would not stop chasing him because he was far away, and that the peace of all was only temporary, and just last month, in the month he re-entered the Central Plains, blood was once again glued to his hands. So he fled again, not wanting his wife to be sad.

The people around him were watching him, not because he was bleeding, and no one was afraid of blood in this place, because everyone was used to it, and they all looked at his sword, a broken sword. What kind of person would use a broken sword? How can an incomplete sword keep him alive until now? What is the story of this sword?

Suddenly there was dust on the plank road, followed by the sound of horses' hooves, there were at least a dozen people, each of them with two silver short guns on their backs, and each of the horses under their crotches was completely black, without half a stray hair, majestic, obviously all of them were good horses. An originally lively plank road was as silent as death in an instant, and the surrounding passers-by avoided it one after another, only the wind still roared.

He stopped, facing a dozen good horses, and stood motionless, only the wizened hands holding the hilt of the sword tightened tighter, he was afraid that he would never be able to hold the sword tighter, he had not used the sword for a long time, fortunately, he felt that this incomplete sword was not unfamiliar.

The leader is a big man in a strong suit, full of meat, a beard, long hair and a shawl, like a lion, unlike others, he has two ghost head knives behind him, each of which is never less than forty catties, you can imagine how strong his arm strength is. He clasped his hands into fists and asked softly, "This is the remnant sword Xiyang-Xie Ziyang, Xie senior?" ”。 It's hard to imagine a bearded man speaking in such a soft voice.

"You recognized the wrong person, I am not, the person you are talking about died thirty years ago." He whispered, his voice sounding vicissitudes, and he turned around and left.

The man looked at the corpse behind him and said in a loud voice: "Senior Xie walks slowly, I'm afraid there is no one else who can easily kill the Desert Flying Eagle."

After Xie Ziyang listened, his footsteps suddenly stopped, but he still didn't look back. He paused and said softly: "Even if we can recognize the wrong person, no one will admit the broken sword that has changed color for thirty years, and no one dares to admit it!"

"What do you want to do? Come and kill me? I'm afraid you don't have enough to do with you, even if you're a piece of waste." Dahan didn't speak, he acquiesced.

"Okay, you old man, are you so rude to my senior brother, looking for death?" A small servant beside the bearded man yelled. He squinted and glared at the little guy, who saw a chill in his heart, and immediately lowered his head, shocked in his heart: there were such sharp eyes, as if his whole body strength was instantly drained.

The bearded man saw the situation, and then turned his hand and slapped the little guy from his fright, and shouted angrily: "Don't hurry up and make amends to Senior Xie."

Immediately afterwards, he turned to Xie Ziyang and said, "Senior Xie, I hope to forgive you for many offenses." The little guy also hurriedly said: "There are many offences in the next, and I hope that the seniors will not remember the villain and forgive the little one."

"Humph! What are you looking for from me? Are you also asking me where the Xuanwu blood beads are? If you have something to say, the old man doesn't have time to talk nonsense with your juniors. Xie Ziyang turned his back and was very disdainful.

"It's not a secret, there is a ghost lion - Li Qiang, and the family teacher is your brother-in-law, the gentleman with a silver spear - Liu Peng, his old man recently heard that you are back in the rivers and lakes, and specially invited you to get together in the house to avoid the limelight." The bearded man said softly again.

"Liu Peng? Hehe, after so many years, he really should have seen him, how is he doing now? "He rarely laughs, but he does smile a lot at this brother-in-law." Lead the way, and you will follow us," said the bearded man in a soft voice again. Immediately afterwards, he shouted: "Lead a horse, let Senior Xie get on the horse" The little guy immediately led a horse and walked over respectfully.

"No need, tell me where he is, I'll visit him, I'm not used to walking with you bunch of waste," Xie Ziyang waved his hand.

The little guy had already blushed when he heard this, and the bearded man still smiled and said: "The family teacher is in Suzhou, the silver gun and dart bureau, it will take about ten days to ride a horse, you should go with us."

He didn't seem to hear his words at all, and said to himself, "I didn't expect him to live better and better over the years, and actually live in a paradise-like place like Suzhou, hehe." He laughed again, except that she could make him laugh, and only his brother-in-law could make him smile. Then he said, "Go back and tell your master, and I will go to him." After saying that, he jumped and disappeared from sight in an instant. The bearded man wanted to say something, but he didn't have time to say it.

Everyone was stunned, and the bearded man sighed, "Such superb light skills are really rare, I'm afraid the Wudang faction's Tiyun Zong is just like that!" The little guy wiped the sweat from his forehead and exhaled, "Senior brother, if you hadn't stopped me, I must have been in the underworld at this moment." ”

"This person has been famous thirty years ago, and when I see him in the future, it's better to stay away, let's go, go back and restore my life." After speaking, waving the long whip, everyone followed, on the plank road, the remnant sun shone obliquely, the sound of horses' hooves gradually faded away, and the dust flew again......

At this time, a sturdy figure stood on the roofs on both sides of the plank road in the afterglow of the setting sun, he was dressed in black, his face was thin, his skin was sallow, he had a handful of beards, and he was holding a folding fan. "The remnant sword and the sun are back in the rivers and lakes, so that the legend of the Xuanwu blood bead will also appear in the rivers and lakes, and the rivers and lakes that have been calm for more than ten years will rise again, haha." He smiled, but the laughter was so creepy.

"After so many years, you still have the same ghost cry!" The person who spoke was none other than Xie Ziyang.

"Huh?" He turned his head suddenly, looking very surprised, and suddenly said with a smile: "Who did I say, it turned out to be Xie Daxia, no wonder he could get close to me within ten steps, but I didn't realize it at all!" As he spoke, he shook the folding fan in his hand, a folding fan that was not paper or wood, all black, but the fan was engraved with a white skull.

"Mr. Ghost, on such a cold day, the clothes are still thin, and the folding fan is carried with you, it seems that you have been very idle recently, how can you have time to find it if you don't stay in your ghost valley?"

"Hehe, how can you say it's an old friend, aren't you welcome? I lost to you thirty years ago, but I have been practicing hard in Guigu all these years, I heard that you are back in the rivers and lakes, and today I am here to ask for advice" After speaking, he roared angrily, his feet were vigorous, and he used the fan as a sword to rush straight to the middle point on Xie Ziyang's chest.

Xie Ziyang stood on the ground with his feet on his feet, his sword was horizontal in front of his chest, making a block, and at the same time his right foot wanted to kick his lower abdomen; When Mr. Ghost saw the situation, he immediately changed his moves, slashed down, and used the fan as a knife to hit the Baihui point on the top of his head; Xie Ziyang's left foot took half a step forward, and at the same time his head was tilted to the right, his body leaned forward, and he was mainly anti-guest, and hit his armpit Shenque acupoint with the hilt of the sword. This move is extremely dangerous, if it is half a minute later, the Baihui point will be moved, and it will definitely die, if it is half a minute earlier, it will not hit the enemy, but will be injured by the enemy.

Although Mr. Ghost was hit by the Shenque acupoint, his internal strength was profound, and he turned around and retreated, but both of them knew that the victory or defeat was clear after one move. "This trick makes it beautiful with static braking, and admires it under it." As he spoke, Fang Gu bowed.

"Sir is polite, Mr. Ghost - Fang Gu was already famous in the rivers and lakes as early as thirty years ago, and his internal strength has been even more unfathomable in the past ten years!" As he spoke, he looked at the tiles under his feet, which were shattered by the internal force.

"Xie Daxia does not come out of the broken sword, only uses the hilt of the sword, it is already merciful to his subordinates, don't pass it today, there will be a period later" just took a step, and suddenly turned his head and said: "If you really plan to go to Suzhou, I'm afraid you have to be careful, Xuanwu blood beads are not a mascot!" Hahaha. After saying that, he left like a ghost.

Xie Ziyang looked at Fang Gu's figure and secretly thought to himself: "This Fang Gu was defeated by me thirty years ago, seeing that his departed figure was not injured at all, his internal strength has improved so much in the past thirty years, but why didn't he lose his shame today, but deliberately ran away?" The treasure of martial arts, the blood beads of Xuanwu, alone in the rivers and lakes, who is not convinced. But this Xuanwu blood bead disappeared thirty years ago, and listening to his tone, could it be that he also suspected that I took it? No, he must have some conspiracy" After saying that, he jumped up and chased after him.

Xie Ziyang followed Fang Gu for dozens of miles, came to an inn, the name is called the guest does not return, the guest does not return to the inn is located in Shaanxi, Hubei and Henan provinces at the junction, has a history of 100 years, south of Wudang, north of Shaolin, west of Baijian Villa, is the Central Plains martial arts people permanent place, is a rare martial arts store, "the guest does not return, the guest does not return, you are a strong man is difficult to return" is a folk song circulating here. Xie Ziyang was secretly thinking about the deep meaning of this sentence, and suddenly saw dozens of horses coming from a distance, it was Li Qiang and others. At this time, it was late, the cold was pressing, and they wanted to stay, but the little guy next to Li Qiang shouted again, "Henan, a land of poor mountains and bad waters, is not as good as my Jiangnan in case, but I am tired of uncle, and the shopkeeper still can't serve wine and food, so let you make a windfall today" said and laughed and walked in.

In the store, some customers walked away one after another, they knew that this person was not a good stubble, only one person by the window seemed to see nothing, this person was Fang Gu, he was drinking by himself, and he didn't look at this group of people at all. On the contrary, a drunkard sitting next to him raised his head: "Where did you come from, who dared to disturb my uncle to sleep?" He was disheveled, his face was covered with mud, his face could not be seen clearly, and he held a black stick in his hand, which seemed like wood but not wood, like iron but not iron, and staggered towards the little man.

When the little guy saw it, he said angrily, "Dead drunkard, get away, don't blame me for being rude," and pulled out his sword and pointed at the drunkard.

"Hehe, sword, that's not how to play" I saw that the drunkard's eyes tightened, the soles of his feet were full of flowers, a grab, grabbed the wrist of the little guy holding the sword, pinched his vein, snatched the sword in an instant, turned around and kicked him to the ground, and then strode out of the door, waved his hand and stuck the sword on the door frame, and walked into the depths of the night without looking back.

"Your Excellency, walk slowly," Li Qiang stood at the door and shouted, "May I ask Your Excellency's name?" ”

"I don't even know the world-famous hop flower child, Jian Wuchang, and I'm embarrassed to come out for a walk" It was Fang Gu who spoke, he smiled, and after saying this, he walked upstairs to rest, with a sarcastic look on his face.

This sword impermanence has been famous for nearly ten years, acting strangely, not good or evil, according to legend, the swordsmanship is superb, but he has always used the stick as the sword, he is addicted to alcohol, he is young, he can stand alone in the world, he is a famous young hero in the martial arts in recent years, but because he looks like a sloppy flower child, it happens to be homophonic with wine, plus he is good wine, so the name of hop flower son has spread.

Li Qiang bowed and apologized, the little guy was already pale with fright, trembling and was pulled into the guest room by Li Qiang and his gang to rest......

Outside the door, Xie Ziyang was standing on the roof, he seemed to like this, alone, drinking his own wine, looking at the boundless sky, thinking about his own thoughts alone.

"Isn't it boring to drink alone? I heard that the world-famous remnant sword Xie Daxia reappeared in the rivers and lakes, and I didn't expect to meet here, what a great honor! ”

"Huh?" Xie Ziyang looked at the person who suddenly appeared in front of him, smiled and said, "Being able to meet the Wine Sword Immortal is also a great joy in life!" ”

"How can you know my name if you haven't been in the rivers and lakes for a long time?" Jian Impermanence was surprised.

"What's so strange, although I'm not in the rivers and lakes, but I still have heard of the things in the rivers and lakes, is there a second person in the world who is so dressed up and so skillful?"

"Hehe, everyone else calls me Jiuhuazi, just by virtue of the three words of your wine sword fairy, I have made up your friend, come and taste my pot of wine." As he spoke, he tossed a jug of wine over.

Xie Ziyang touched the wine jug with his hand, flipped his wrist and caught the flask. You must know that the throw of sword impermanence is full of internal force, and ordinary people may not even be able to touch it. Take a big sip of "Good wine, good wine, you might as well come and taste my wine." "It's also a throw.

Jian Impermanence is also an unloading force, and then he drinks it, coming and going, and the two of them drank a pot of wine for most of the hour. The two competed for internal strength while drinking, as if they were confidants. After three rounds of drinking, suddenly, the half-awake and half-drunk two looked at each other's weapons and were stunned for a long time.

Jian Wuchang asked, "I heard that your sword is a bladeless remnant sword?" Why is that? Xie Ziyang also asked, "I also heard that you never use a sword?" Why is that? The two looked at each other for a long time, and suddenly the two laughed, and replied at the same time: "Because the sword can hurt people" Yes, the sword can hurt people, but is it the sword that hurts people the most? Maybe not.