The snow has finally stopped.

This heavy snowfall, which began to fall in early winter, was just like the way it came, and it walked in an extremely dashing manner, not even like a greeting.

The inhabitants of the enlightened capital are naturally happy to see this happen.

For more than a month, the continuous heavy snow interrupted their normal life, and they closed their doors all day, and there were only a few people in the family, surrounded by charcoal fires, staring at each other with big eyes, and no one was as cute as before.

As the sun dawned, the sun could not wait to pass through the tall eastern walls and hit the low, jumble of dwellings and criss-crossing streets north of the palace and between the outer walls.

The thick snow on the rooftops and streets of these houses reflects the light, sweeping away the gloom of the entire capital, and the air is crisp and sweet.

In addition to this, there is also a change, overnight, the streets and alleys have been hung with lanterns.

These large red lanterns are beautifully shaped, and they are wrapped in silk silk around them, which are thought to be lampshades. This kind of silk silk is difficult to see even in the palaces of those vassal states in the Central Plains. You must know that these silks are made of the best silk unique to the Enlightened Kingdom, and they are naturally from the Enlightened Palace.

As soon as the lanterns came out, people knew that it was closer to the birthday of the king they respected in the royal palace.

In fact, the mighty king's grace has long been in the world. In order to congratulate the king, and to show the joy of the world, all the bazaars within the borders of the enlightened country were exempted from paying taxes for one month. Coupled with the vast territory of the enlightened people, the fertile land, and the bumper harvest of grain year after year, the lives of the common people were not too affected by this rare heavy snowfall.

No, as soon as the snow stopped, the doors of various grocery stores opened eagerly, ready to welcome the first customers.

Later, on the east side of the residential area, in an inconspicuous alley, an inconspicuous person walked.

The man was a middle-aged man, walking unhurriedly in the crowd of threes and twos, and finally came to an inconspicuous blacksmith shop and stopped.

"What does the guest want?"

The store greeted you warmly.

"A lock, five taels or four dollars weigh. ”

What a strange buyer.

When the shopkeeper heard this, he was startled and glanced around.

"It's only four or five cents, can the guest officer ask for it?"

"Yes. ”

"Ten knife coins. ”

"Only eight out of the next. ”

"This guest officer, there are still good goods in the shop, why don't you come in and have a look?"

The shopkeeper was startled again, looked around, and raised the volume to the point where others around him could hear it.

"There is a Lao shop. ”

The man arched his hand, responded loudly, and followed the shopkeeper into the shop.

"Sir?"

"I came down to be entrusted by Mr. Huang. The middle-aged man said.

When the shopkeeper heard this, he did not hesitate, and hurriedly led the way in front, through the narrow aisle between the cluttered shelves, and came to the inner room.

In the middle of the room, the seemingly cluttered shelves cover an inconspicuous small door, intentionally or unintentionally.

"People are in there. ”

The shopkeeper pointed to the wooden door, and without waiting for anyone to speak, turned and left.

Squeak!

The middle-aged man half-bowed, pushed the door in, and the first thing he felt was an undisguised strong killing intent!

The man didn't care, his face was as usual, and he stood up to take a look, behind the wooden door was a huge backyard, and there were more than ten men in strong suits sitting around.

Without exception, these men were holding the swords at their waists, staring at the strange men who rushed in without exception, and the strong killing intent came from the gaze of these swordsmen.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I am here on behalf of Mr. Huang. One should be prepared for tomorrow's things, and do as originally planned. ”

The middle-aged man bowed, his gaze sweeping over each swordsman's face in turn.

As soon as these words came out, the murderous aura that permeated the backyard suddenly disappeared.

"Presumably this is Murong Gongzi, right?" saw the middle-aged man go straight to a young swordsman and bow his hand again.

"Bingyun is polite. ”

The young man returned the salute.

Murong Gongzi?Murong Bingyun?!

Between the questions and answers, the audience was shocked.

Murong Bingyun, eight-rank swordsman!

Enlightened and martial, martial arts cultivators are good swordsmen, exclusive swordsmanship, and swordsmanship basically determine the status of martial arts cultivators.

In the enlightened realm, the eight-rank swordsman, but only the number of ten fingers, is already a first-class existence among many martial arts cultivators. In the autumn of this year, the swordsman who died in Qingfeng Gorge, the Shangguan Feixue who claimed to have not tasted defeat since his debut, was only among the top nine grades for the first time.

And the one in front of him, who is only twenty years old, is already ranked in the eighth grade, and he is really a genius.

To the surprise of the full swordsmen, there was much more to it.

Murong Bingyun, the only son of the owner of the five enlightened martial arts families and the owner of Murong Villa, has a transcendent identity, and this time he was actually in the backyard of a blacksmith shop, mixed in with a group of rangers.

The swordsmen in the audience all looked at each other, the employer of this operation was really generous, and even a master like Murong Bingyun, who only heard of his name but did not see him, was invited out.

But he said that the current batch of swordsmen, all of whom are seven-grade masters, do not belong to any sect and do not know each other.

A few months ago, they all received a special post, and a mysterious employer asked them to rush to the enlightened capital before the fifteenth day of the winter month. None of the employers were mentioned or what the goals of the action were.

Along with the delivery of the Jianghu stickers, there is also a generous honorarium, the amount of which is staggeringly high. What is even more surprising is that the employer gave the full amount of the gratuity in advance, and did not seem to worry at all about the fact that these free-spirited knights had received the gratuity but did not act as promised.

This move reveals two points of information: first, the employer has deep pockets and is not a cause for concern; second, the employer has great energy, and there must be some follow-up means to punish those who do not pay attention to morality.

These rangers accepted the invitation, calculated the itinerary, and successively rushed to the enlightened capital from all directions, and lived in the backyard of the blacksmith shop under the arrangement of Mr. Huang, appointed by an employer.

Until last night, when the last group of rangers arrived, everyone looked at each other, and they were shocked that there were a full sixteen seventh-grade swordsmen in the room!

Sixteen ranks, seven ranks! This overall combat power is no longer weaker than that of a first-class martial arts cultivation sect.

That mysterious employer is really a big deal, and what is the importance of what he is trying to do? It's just that these chivalrous men are all stubbornly abiding by the rules of the rivers and lakes, and they will not inquire until the last moment of tomorrow's operation, and they will not know what the mission is.

"Mr. Huang is entrusted with the words, tomorrow's affairs, as soon as Murong Gongzi is the order, how are you strong men?"

The middle-aged man was very satisfied with the reaction of the swordsmen after hearing Murong Bingyun's name, and arched his hand.

"We should be headed by Murong Gongzi and live up to the wishes of our employers. ”

The difference between the seventh grade and the eighth grade, the swordsmanship cultivation is one grade, but it is like a moat, and the knights present dare not hold it up, and they have surrendered their hands.

"There is Lao Murong Gongzi. ”

The middle-aged man gave up his hand again and hurriedly left the blacksmith shop.