It was early summer, at noon at this moment, the sun was in the sky, the breeze was blowing, the summer heat had gradually risen at this time, and it was a little hot under Kunlun Mountain.

The tavern made of mud huts is still there, but their business is much worse than it was back then. After many years, there was a shortage of soldiers, and this was the junction of the Western Xia and the Song Kingdom, which was even more chaotic, and many coolies were arrested and joined the army, and there were fewer and fewer people who came here to drink.

There is still a storyteller in the tavern, but he is not the old gentleman he used to be.

People who come here to drink still want to listen to his story, because the harsh reality has made their lives difficult enough, and the rivers and lakes in the story have stirred their hearts.

A gentle breeze blows through the room, adding to the coolness of the house.

None of the drinkers in the tavern wanted to make a sound, and they looked at the table in the hall as they did at the old storyteller.

The young storyteller behind the table is different from the old gentleman who likes to talk about new things before, he likes to tell stories from the past, and today he is talking about an old thing in the martial arts. He was dressed in clean old clothes, sitting behind the table, his eyes were shining, yearning for what he said about the rivers and lakes, the heroes he said.

He said: "Yesterday we said that several forces such as Dali, Linghu Palace, Beggar Gang, Shaolin Temple, Taixuanzhuang and other forces gathered to rescue Xiao Feng and Xiao Daxia, the former leader of the Beggar Gang, from the Nanjing Prison of Liao State.

The group of heroes did not stop, they did not dare to sleep at night, the soldiers were divided into several roads, and the spies passed the news back and forth, and if the Liao army attacked, they could also support each other.

And the Liao army chased behind them in the southeast and north three roads, the fire was continuous, day and night, it turned out that they burned all the way, the purpose was to take Yanmen Pass. At this time, a Liao army team caught up with Qunhao, at that time, an elder of the beggar gang led everyone to kill the hundreds of people team cleanly, Qunhao turned over his horse, urged to ride, seeing that the Yanmen Pass was getting closer and closer, they were full of thought that as long as they entered the pass, they would be safe.

But who knows, everyone has gathered in front of the Yanmen Pass, and Xiao Feng Daxia took his wife to the pass, but the gate was closed. The officers defending the city of the Song army stood at the head of the city and ordered Qunhao to throw down their weapons and wait for a search one by one before they could enter the customs.

Qunhao was all angry when he heard this, and the officer guarding the city said: "Only the people of the Great Song Dynasty have to enter the customs, and the people of the Great Song Dynasty are not allowed to enter." "But among the subordinates, there are Dali people, Xixia people, Goryeo people or other ethnic groups, everyone has been bloody for a few days, and they don't even have a moment to rest, but they are going to be forced to die outside Yanmen Pass, how can people not be angry.

At that time, Jiang Xiyi's soft sword had already come out, and he was about to fly over the city and hold the officer, but he was stopped by Xiao Daxia. At this moment, the Liao army behind him had arrived, and the Liao emperor also resorted to a counter-plot, slandering Xiao Daxia for coming to lure the Song people to open the city gate this time, so that the Liao army drove straight in.

said that it was too late and that it was fast, Xiao Daxia and the two sworn brothers the master of the Eagle Palace and the prince of Dali Duan, the two of them flew up like swimming fish and birds, captured the thief and captured the king first, and directly took the emperor of Liao.

But Xiao Daxia suddenly took out his palm, split the two righteous brothers with palm power, and traded with Emperor Liao, hoping to use his name in exchange for decades of peace between Song and Liao.

Emperor Liao didn't want to die anymore, but he didn't want to die anymore, so he folded an arrow from the quiver, bent his hands, snapped, broke into two sections, threw it on the ground, signaled to break off with Xiao Daxia, and then agreed to what Xiao Daxia said, turned around and left, and before entering the battle, he said loudly: "King Xiao, you have set up such a part-time job for the Great Song Dynasty, and the high-ranking officials are just around the corner." ”

Xiao Daxia said loudly: "Your Majesty, Xiao Feng is a Khitan, today he coerced His Majesty and became a great sinner of the Khitan, what face will stand between heaven and earth after that?" "Pick up the two severed arrows on the ground, transport the internal strength, turn your arms back, and insert them into your heart.

Seeing this, the owner of Jiang Zhuang shot out like an arrow, and used his palm power to hit the broken arrow held by Xiao Daxia, but the palm had already been launched, and the arrow went straight into Xiao Daxia's heart, and it was too late. ”

At this point, the young storyteller sighed and felt very sorry.

A handsome black-clothed young man in the tavern picked up the sword on the table, called the shopkeeper to settle the bill, and asked, "Little second brother, do you know that Jiang Xiyi, the owner of Taixuanzhuang, is now in the village?" ”

The shopkeeper smiled and said: "The guest officer is asking the right person, Kunlun Mountain is the most familiar to our pair of Jiang Zhuang owners, when Jiang Zhuang was out of Kunlun for the first time, he rested in the small shop." ”

The young man asked, "Does the little second brother know if she is in the village now?" ”

The shopkeeper nodded vigorously and said: "Everyone in Kunlun knows that except for the time when he went down the mountain to rescue Xiao Daxia more than 20 years ago, the owner of Jiang Zhuang went down the mountain every ten years, and the rest of the time was in the village. ”

The young man got up and hugged his sword, strode out, and said with a smile: "What those Jianghu people want to do with her, I will go to her to do something." ”

The rumors in the rivers and lakes cannot be believed, although he is still young, but he also knows this truth. Since he learned the sword, he has never met an opponent when he goes down the mountain, but everyone says that no matter how fast his sword is, it is not as fast as a person, and no matter how good his sword is, it is not as good as that person, and that person is Jiang Xiyi, the owner of Taixuanzhuang.

One person can't believe it when he says this, and when the words come out of the mouths of two people, it makes people believe it, and the third person, the fourth person, and the tenth person all say this, then he feels that it is necessary for him to meet Jiang Xiyi for a while.

Although he is not a weak champion this year, he is a complete swordsmanship genius, at least he has never lost so far. He also thinks of himself as a genius, because if a man is really powerful, but is still too modest, does not he make those who are inferior to him ugly?

The rumors in the rivers and lakes are indeed unbelievable, because everyone thinks that Xiao Feng is dead, but in fact he is not dead.

Back then, outside Yanmen Pass, Jiang Xiyi's body was like lightning, and his palms were pushed out together, and with the power of his palm, the two truncated arrows in Xiao Feng's hands were moved alive, although the two truncated arrows were still inserted into Xiao Feng's chest, but they did not enter his heart.

Jiang Xiyi ascended the internal strength of fortune, covered Xiao Feng to the Yang acupoint with one hand, and protected his heart with internal force, Tianxuan hurriedly stepped forward, listened to the pulse for Xiao Feng, and said softly: "The owner of the village, you can save it." ”

Duan Yu and Xuzhu were in a trance, and they were overjoyed when they heard the words, their legs were weak, and they knelt directly on the ground.

When Xiao Feng woke up, he was no longer outside Yanmen Pass, but inside Taixuanzhuang.

Jiang Xiyi learned that Xiao Feng woke up and took Ah Zhu to meet him.

When Azhu saw Xiao Feng commit suicide on the edge of the cliff that day, he was so shocked that he almost couldn't support it, and when he woke up, tears rippled.

When Xiao Feng saw Ah Zhu at this moment, he knew that he was sorry for her, so he only raised his hand to gently wipe her tears.

After Xiao Feng recovered, he was ready to go to Changbai Mountain with Azhu to graze and live in seclusion, before leaving, Jiang Xiyi said to him: "You are a hero, I am a swordsman, you are willing to die for the common people, this is your choice, I don't want my friend to die so save you, this is my choice, I will not see my friend die without saving him, if you want to die again, I will save you again, unless I really can't save you." ”

Xiao Feng smiled: "If I die again in the future, I'm afraid it will be many years later, and I'm afraid you won't be able to save me at that time." ”

Azhu hurriedly said: "You are not allowed to say anything about whether you are dead or not now, and you are not allowed to say anything in the future." ”

Jiang Xiyi smiled lightly, nodded, and sent the two down to Hongmeng Peak.

The road that Xiao Feng and Ah Zhu took that day was the road that the black-clothed young man walked up the mountain today.

Taixuanzhuang is on the top of Hongmeng Peak, and after hovering on the mountain for a day, he found the main gate at dawn the next day. The young man thought that he would knock on the door at the right time, and that it would be too rude for the servants in the village to wake up before they were awake, so he sat down cross-legged outside the door, holding the sword in his arms, and rested against the trunk behind him.

But this villa is too strange, the young man waited outside the door for a long time, the sky was completely bright, the sun was empty, but there was no smoke in sight, he was puzzled, hesitated to knock on the door. After a few moments, he shook his left hand into a fist, nodded, and walked towards the door, knocking three times in succession.

The shaking light in the door this morning, I found that there seemed to be someone outside the door, but the person has not come to knock on the door, and the shaking light is regarded as not knowing, until now when the sun is empty, the door is knocking, shaking the light to open the door, and seeing a black-clothed young man holding a sword outside the door, I know in my heart that this person must be looking for Jiang Xiyi.

The young man looked at the beautiful woman in white who opened the door, hugged his fists and said: "I am in Xia Dugu, I came here, I want to try it with the owner of Jiang Zhuang, and I hope that the girl will report it." ”

Shaking Guang heard the words and asked rhetorically: "Your surname is Dugu?" ”

The surname Dugu is indeed very rare, this is not the first time he has been asked so rhetorically, he smiled: "Yes, the surname is indeed Dugu." ”

Shake Light continued to ask, "What's your name?" ”

The young man looked at a pair of burning eyes, raised his hand and scratched his eyebrows, and said, "The girl can report to the owner of Jiang Zhuang and say that Dugu is seeking defeat and seeking to see." ”

After Shaoguang looked at him deeply, he nodded and said, "Okay, you come with me, and I will take you to meet the owner of my family." ”

Dugu was curious, and the girl took him directly to the owner of her family, but did not report it, which did not seem right, but she still followed her and walked inside.

After a few turns, Shaoguang led him directly from the gate to the piece of water white jade at the back of the Zhuangzi.

At the moment, even in the Kunlun Mountains, there is no longer snow, and the sound of birds singing and flowing water is faintly floating in the air.

Dugu knew in his heart that Jiang Xiyi was only fourteen or fifteen years old when he became famous, and then it was more than ten years later outside Yanmen Pass, when she was nearly thirty years old, and now it is more than twenty years.

But he didn't stop under his feet, he didn't walk fast or slow, and when he turned to the back and saw the piece of water white jade, he also saw the person on the water white jade.

A black-haired woman dressed in white with a hair tie and a vest facing outwards sits facing the cliff. Dugu thought in his heart, this person is not old, but he has never heard that Jiang Xiyi has a daughter.

Shaking the light before stepping on the water white jade, he hugged his fists and said: "Owner, Dugu is defeated." ”

Generally speaking, the servant should first tell the master that there is a guest visiting, and then the master asks who it is, and the servant answers, but the servant directly tells the master who it is, as if the master has been waiting for him for a long time.

He immediately remembered that since his debut, he has almost defeated Heshuo Qunhao under the sword, but it seems that when everyone knows his name, there is a trace of strangeness on his face, he has never taken this matter to heart, and at this time, he realized that it has something to do with this?

When Jiang Xiyi heard this, he didn't move, but asked slowly: "Are you just Dugu seeking defeat?" ”

Dugu hugged his fist and said: "I am Dugu seeking defeat." ”

Jiang Xiyi said: "You use a sword? ”

Dugu begged for defeat and said: "I use a sword." ”

Jiang Xiyi Huo Ran turned around and said, "Since that's the case, draw your sword." ”

Dugu Qiufu saw Jiang Xiyi's face, was stunned for a moment, and asked, "Your Excellency is Jiang Xiyi?" ”

Jiang Xiyi said: "I am, don't you believe it?" ”

He originally thought that Jiang Xiyi was a fifty-year-old woman, but when he looked at his back and listened to his voice, he realized that this person was too young, and he didn't know what the situation was in his heart. Now when I see her face, I instantly feel that this person must not be the person who has been famous in the rivers and lakes for decades, because she is too young.

She stood calmly in the white jade, moving her skirt in the breeze, her sleeves fluttering, her skin was whiter than snow, and her eyebrows and eyes were very beautiful, about twenty or so.