The horses had already gotten up, and the carriage had stopped on the mountain road, but the two people had disappeared into the dense forest ahead: Chen Feng and Zhongyuan were a little red. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The horseman's expression became even paler, he watched the Central Plains a little red, Chen Feng walked into the forest in front of him, he hesitated for a moment, and was about to follow. However, he had only taken two steps before he stopped, and a figure appeared in front of him at some point.

Mafu is a nobody, neither in the past nor in the present, but his martial arts are not bad, he has even killed two first-class masters, and his eyesight is not bad.

Three years ago, when he became the horseman of the Murong family, he knew that the eldest lady of the Murong family was not only a celebrity and noble girl who was proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, poetry and songs, but also a martial arts master who could not be hidden.

However, at this time, he found that he still underestimated Murong Qiudi, in the past, he thought that although Murong Qiudi's martial arts were high, he was only on a par with him, but now he couldn't help but admit one thing: if Murong Qiudi wanted to take his life, he would definitely not be able to parry twenty moves.

Murong Qiudi stood quietly in front of the groom, like a narcissus, elegant and refined, she looked at the groom with a pair of clear eyes like water, she said: "Everyone has an unknown past, and no one is qualified to ask about this, so I know that you are not an ordinary person over the years, but I still haven't asked you anything about the past, but I can't help but ask you one thing now: Do you know a little red in the Central Plains?" ”

The coachman was silent, he struggled for a moment before he said: "Yes, I know him, I already knew him three years ago, he is a killer, a very powerful and terrible killer, I think that few people in the world know this better than me." ”

"Because you used to be a killer?" Murong Qiudi said calmly.

The coachman was also very calm, without the slightest expression: "Yes." ”

Murong Qiudi was a very smart and wise woman, she somewhat understood the meaning of the mysterious coachman's words, and he said, "Have you seen a little red sword in the Central Plains? ”

There was no surprise in the coachman's eyes, he had been following Murong Qiudi for the past three years, knowing that although Murong Qiudi was only the eldest lady of the Murong family, he had actually controlled the entire Jiangnan Murong family, and handled the Murong family in an orderly manner, if this woman couldn't guess the meaning of his words, then he would be strange.

The coachman nodded and said, "Yes, I have seen the sword of the Central Plains a little red, and it is I who has seen the sword of the Central Plains a little red, so three years ago I became a coachman, and I am no longer a killer." ”

"How is the swordsmanship of the Central Plains?" Murong Qiudi looked at the coachman, she didn't continue to ask about the identity of the coachman, in her opinion, everyone has the right to be a new person, no matter who that person was before, as long as it was not the person she wanted to get rid of in the future, she would not ask.

The coachman did not speak, but had already torn the sleeve of his shirt on his left shoulder.

Bronze arm, left hand already fully exposed to the sun.

Anyone can tell that this is a very healthy arm, and men with this kind of arm are generally very strong.

The arm is not strong, but the muscles are even, and this is an arm suitable for holding a sword.

The Murong family is a martial arts family, and Murong Qiudi is the most noble person except for her father Murong Qingfeng, but at this moment, she doesn't estimate her identity at all, she stares at the man's arm, to be precise, he stares at the shoulder of the man in front of him.

The left shoulder is bronzed, which is the same as the rest of the place, but if you look closely, you can see a little difference, there is a little red spot on the left shoulder, which looks like a mole. But if you look closely, you can see that it is not a red mole, but a mark left by a weapon.

Murong Qiudi had already seen it clearly, it was a sword mark.

Murong Qiudi's complexion had begun to change a little, he stared at the little sword mark for a long time, and said, "That is the sword mark left by a little red in the Central Plains?" ”

"Yes," said the groom, "he was going to leave a little sword mark on my throat that day, but fortunately he didn't leave a sword mark on my throat, otherwise I would have died." ”

Murong Qiudi knew that Mafu was not lying, as long as anyone let a little red in the Central Plains leave a little red blood on his throat, there would only be one death.

Everyone in the rivers and lakes knows that a little red in the Central Plains likes to kill, his killing is completely different from other killers, he doesn't want to waste a little strength when he kills, so he usually stabs the sword into the person's throat and other weak and fatal positions, as long as he kills with a sword, he can take people's lives.

The sword of a little red in the Central Plains was too fast, so when the sword left the person's body, the blood had already coagulated before it gushed out, so only a little red was left, which was also the origin of the red in the Central Plains.

Murong Qiudi looked at the horseman with some curiosity, and he said, "A little red in the Central Plains never wastes a little bit of strength to kill people, since he stabbed this sword, why didn't he kill you?" ”

The corner of the coachman's mouth hooked up a wry smile, and he said: "Probably because there is no silver to make by killing me, and there has never been a single time when I kill people in the Central Plains without making money." ”

Murong Qiudi laughed, this is indeed a fact.

Anyone who wants to find a little red in the Central Plains to kill people has to pay, no matter who they kill, as long as the money is enough. As long as you are not the person he wants to kill, even if you kneel down and beg him to kill you, he will not pay attention to you.

Murong Qiudi looked at the coachman, she had already seen through the coachman's thoughts, she pointed to the woods in front of her, and said lightly: "You want to go over now, do you want to stop this duel?" ”

The coachman nodded, he never lied in front of Murong Qiudi, he said: "Yes, Chen Feng is not Yan Shisan, he is not the opponent of the Central Plains at all, I don't want him to die in the Central Plains with a little red sword, at least he shouldn't have died." ”

Murong Qiudi smiled again, and a very playful smile appeared in his eyes, "Do you think Chen Feng will definitely die under the sword of a little red in the Central Plains?" ”

The coachman glanced up at Murong Qiudi, and he suddenly noticed that Murong Qiudi seemed to believe in the person named Chen Feng very much, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Miss thinks that Chen Feng may not die?" ”

The smile in Murong Qiudi's eyes became even stronger, and she said lightly: "Just now, when Zhongyuan Yihong asked me who Yan Thirteen was, I was about to step forward and tell Zhongyuan Yidian that Yan Thirteen was not there, but Chen Feng stopped me. ”

"Do you remember what Chen Feng said when Zhongyuan Yihong and Chen Feng were about to fight?"

The coachman frowned, not because he didn't know, but because he remembered it well.

A quarter of an hour ago, Zhongyuan Yihong was already ready to make a move, but Chen Feng spoke.

Chen Feng said: "Are you going to take off my head now?" ”

"You're not going to take off my head now?" Zhongyuan looked at Chen Feng coldly.

Chen Feng smiled calmly, he pointed at the coachman and Murong Qiudi and said, "If you attack me now, it may not be me alone, and I Yan Shisan has never needed a helper to kill people, so if you want to die, come with me." ”

Chen Feng didn't speak, he walked towards the mountain forest.

Zhongyuan didn't speak at all, just glanced deeply at Chen Feng's back, and also walked towards the mountains and forests.

Murong Qiudi looked at the maple forest in the distance, which was as red as snow, and said lightly: "Feiyu, do you know that there is a sword technique on the rivers and lakes called the Floating Feather Sword Technique?" ”

Fei Yu is also the coachman, Fei Yu is also the code name he used when he was a killer three years ago, as a killer, no matter what more or less you have to know something, you have to know more or less about the martial arts of various sects, and he just knows the fluttering swordsmanship.

He also stared at the maple forest in the distance, and said: "The fluttering sword technique is the superior sword technique of the Huashan faction, it is said that it is second only to the thirteen styles of the breeze of the Huashan faction, which is incomparable, and the sword momentum is like a drizzle of flying flotsam, which comes and goes, but it is endless. ”

Murong Qiudi nodded with satisfaction, and she said, "Yes, and I remember that Chen Feng used this fluttering sword technique in front of me not long ago, and his martial arts attainments are more powerful than we imagined, otherwise how could he fight with a little red in the Central Plains in the name of Yan Thirteen?" ”

Fei Yu was silent, and he suddenly found that he didn't seem to know that Chen Feng at all, not only the person, but also the sword.