It was autumn, the grass and trees in the Kunlun Mountains were withering, the dead leaves were spread on the ground, and people could still make a creaking sound when they stepped on it.

There is a poem: "The world is full of fragrant flowers in April, and the peach blossoms in the mountain temple are in full bloom." This is saying that spring in the mountains always comes very late, but there is a poem: "The north wind sweeps the white grass and folds, and the snow flies in August." "When the grass and trees elsewhere were just turning withered, the leaves of Kunlun Mountain didn't know how many times this had fallen.

The current Kunlun, compared to the Southern Song Dynasty is much colder, but also much drier, the cold wind blows like a knife cut, in people's faces, hands scratched out a series of cracked traces, but this wound will not bleed, it seems that just cracked, was frozen by this cold autumn wind, so that people hurt to the heart, but it is difficult to see bloodstains.

Many people □□ have a lot of blood scabs on their skin outside, and that is not because the autumn wind is particularly cruel to them, because dignitaries and dignitaries will not let themselves be hurt and hurt a little, those who will let their skin □□ out for a long time, must be people who have to do this in order to make a living, they will even be cold water in such weather, so the wound is more and more wounded, the wound is getting deeper and deeper, more and more, and the blood flows out slowly.

But when they saw the blood they were shed, they didn't even feel fear, because the blood was warm, and it not only did not frighten them, but it could even bring them a warmth that was simply luxurious.

Now the sun is in the sky, and it is almost noon, and the autumn wind is light, and with the wind is full of decay, except for the occasional insects and birds, there is hardly a trace of life. The weather is slightly cold, the sun is very bright, but it is not warm, there are many guests sitting in a tavern made of mud made of mud under Kunlun Mountain, their hands and faces are scarred by the wind, from their clothing and demeanor, it is not difficult to see that this group of people does not have a great identity, they rely on selling their strength to support their families and beg for food.

It's noon, and many people choose to sit in the tavern, take a sip of wine, order a plate of peanuts, and enjoy this very luxurious comfort.

This tavern is made of soil, warm in winter and cool in summer, things are good and cheap, naturally it attracts a lot of guests to sit, here is the place where the Xixia and the Great Song Dynasty meet, sometimes some people who are in a hurry, will also sit here and rest, the guests have the Xixia people, there are also Song people, and occasionally there are Liao people.

A gust of wind blew, and the tree in front of the tavern that I don't know what it was, as if it was also afraid of the autumn wind. Several leaves fell with the wind, and just as one of them hit the ground, it was trampled on.

The footsteps of the man who stepped on it were also in the direction of the tavern, and the man lifted the curtain of the door, and as soon as he crossed the threshold, he felt the warmth on his face.

I saw that this person was very burly, wearing a gray old cloth robe, which was already slightly tattered, but he had not sewed up, thick eyebrows and big eyes, high nose and wide mouth, a square face of Chinese characters, quite a frosty color, very powerful between the eyebrows, and full of a great hero's spirit between Gu Pan, no matter who looked at him, he had to praise, this is not to boast of how good-looking his appearance is, but heroic, it is really praised.

The man rubbed his face, found an empty table and sat down at random, in exchange for the shopkeeper asked for ten catties of liquor, two catties of beef, a fat chicken, a big bowl of soup, and sat down directly.

After a while, the wine and meat were delivered, and the shopkeeper also brought a large bowl, put it in front of him, and said with a smile: "Yetai, I'll pour you wine!" ”

After the big man took the bowl, he waved his hand and said, "Little second brother, no need, I'll do it myself." ”

After the shopkeeper let go of the bowl in his hand, he smiled and said a few words of goodness, and walked away.

The big man sat at the table alone, poured himself a drink, and saw that although his clothes were no different from the other people in this tavern, but between his drinks, when he ate and drank, he stood out from the crowd, and anyone who saw him at a glance could not look away, and could only sigh secretly in his heart, I don't know where the hero came from.

At this time, in front of the empty long table at the top of the tavern, an old man suddenly walked slowly, this old man was full of vicissitudes, but his eyes were not very cloudy, even if it was seen from his clothes, his life was not satisfactory, even the cuffs were worn out, but in the wrinkles in the corners of his eyes, there was a smile, he looked very content, and he was very satisfied with his current life.

The other guests in the tavern saw the old man's eyes light up, and they seemed to be expecting something.

This old man is a storyteller in a tavern, and this tavern can attract so many customers, firstly, because of the good quality and low price, secondly, because of the good location, and thirdly, because of this storyteller.

The storyteller didn't know what channel to know, but he always knew some new and intriguing stories, and as long as he listened to a paragraph, everyone wanted to continue listening, and a pot of wine, a plate of peanuts and a story made up one of their noons.

As soon as the storyteller slapped the wooden block, a sentence came out between his mouth and his mouth, and everyone was listening carefully, except for the sound of pouring wine, only the storyteller's voice could be heard in this tavern, and everyone seemed to be attracted by the story, for fear that they would not be able to hear the story clearly and miss some fragments.

After the man poured a bowl of wine, he drank in the mouth, and a large pot of wine was empty, he called the shopkeeper to ask for another ten catties of liquor, and in an instant the other guests in the tavern looked at him dissatisfied, and after the man smiled, he also closed his mouth, no longer talking, but listening to the story told by the storyteller.

What Mr. Storyteller said today happened recently, just in Kunlun.

"On September 20, just a few days after the Mid-Autumn Festival, a team of people suddenly appeared on Kunlun Mountain. No one had ever seen these people before, no one knew where they came from, but everyone knew what their purpose was.

They are looking for someone, looking for someone called Dugu to seek defeat.

This team numbered fourteen, all dressed in white and white horses, with swords around them, and their demeanor was sassy, which was rare to see. Thirteen of them were led by a young girl, who seemed to be no more than fourteen or fifteen years old, but she had excellent swordsmanship and excellent light skills. How high is her swordsmanship? Not to mention that no one has been able to walk through ten moves under her sword so far, only that no one has seen clearly so far, what her soft sword body looks like is already amazing. How high is her light skill? It is said that it can take off three feet in the air without much effort, and it is as fast as the wind and as fast as electricity. In less than half a month, he actually leveled the forces of all the major factions on Kunlun Mountain, including the Kunlun faction, and has not tasted defeat so far, which is praised for being a sword to level Kunlun.

The girl and her thirteen family members, every time they defeated one around Kunlun Mountain, they would ask, "Do you know that Dugu seeks defeat?" ”

The name Dugu is so arrogant, the person who can call this name must be a hero who crisscrosses the rivers and lakes, but no one has ever heard of this name, and everyone doesn't know.

The girl sighed and said, "If you meet this man in the future, will you tell me?" ”

Since you want to tell each other, then you must ask the name of the source, the girl every time no one asks, she throws a bamboo card from her sleeve, just right, not more than an inch, no less than an inch, straight into the other party's sleeve.

The bamboo card is written, and Jiang Xiyi, the owner of Taixuanzhuang in Hongmeng Peak of Kunlun Mountain, worships.

Speaking of which, you must have some understanding of the identity of this girl in your hearts, this girl is the head of the Kunlun group of swords that have been in the limelight in recent days, and the owner of Taixuanzhuang, who is known as Kunlun with a sword, Jiang Xiyi. ”

That person was of course Jiang Xiyi, and this time she encountered an unprecedented problem - she couldn't find the person called Dugu who sought defeat.

When she was in Taixuanzhuang before, one day she suddenly met a man dressed as a Confucian student who came to knock on the door, saying that he had been in a hurry for a long time, passing through this place, and saw that the backyard of this village was standing on the edge of the cliff, and the scenery was very good, and she hoped that he could paint a picture.

The person who opened the door was Tianji, and Tianji brought people over, and the Confucian called himself Wu Lingjun, Jiang Xiyi frowned and said: "Your name is very different from a name." ”

The Confucian stroked his beard and said with a smile: "The name is just someone else's name, you just need to know that Wu Lingjun is under it, thank you Miss Chengful." ”

Jiang Xiyi nodded, and then she didn't care anymore, just like she had heard Lei Xiaodiao and Hua Lingling say before, everyone has their own story, whether the name is true or false, it is not a big deal, and then her eyes lit up, and said: "I allowed Mr. Wu to paint again, can Mr. Wu answer me a question?" ”

Wu Lingjun nodded lightly and said, "Miss, please speak." ”

Jiang Xiyi asked, "Sir, do you know a person called Dugu Qiuqiu?" ”

Wu Lingjun thought carefully for a moment, if someone heard the name Dugu Defeat, they would never forget it, too arrogant and arrogant, Wu Lingjun heard this name for the first time, he was sure that he would never know this name before today, so he shook his head and said: "It may be that Xia has been walking the rivers and lakes not wide enough, and his experience is not deep, this name of Dugu is really unique, it sounds like it should be a master, but it is true that he has never seen this person in Xia, and he has never heard of this name." ”

Jiang Xiyi frowned lightly and continued to ask, "Sir, can you think again?" This man is a swordsman, and he should also be an extremely powerful swordsman. ”

Wu Lingjun shook his head lightly and said: "I'm afraid Miss Ling is disappointed, I have never seen such a swordsman in Xia, but I suddenly remembered one thing, Dugu Qiu's surname is Xianbei, and he is a swordsman, I have seen another Xianbei man with a long sword, I don't know what the relationship between the two is." ”

Jiang Xiyi asked, "I don't know who Mr. is talking about?" ”

Wu Lingjun said: "That person is a handsome talent in recent years, his name is Murong Fu, he is a Gusu person, but the whereabouts of the people in the rivers and lakes are erratic, if there is a fate to meet, the young lady can ask at that time." ”

Jiang Xiyi clenched his fists and said, "Thank you, sir." ”