The southwest border area is surrounded by mountains and mountains, lush trees, smoky mountains, insects, ants, birds and beasts, and it is difficult to see pedestrians even on the avenue. There are a few galloping horses on the mountain road that surrounds the mountain, the flying dust is sprinkled, and the sound of horses' hooves is loud and thick in the mountains, and the tea shops can be heard echoing a few miles away.

This tea shop in the mountains is the only one on the top of several hills within a radius of 100 miles, the tea shop is very simple, only a very simple wooden house and a few barely usable wooden tables and chairs, usually this tea shop is rarely crowded, only the occasional passing merchant stops to rest.

Today's tea shop is full of people, a large number of goods are blocked on the avenue, passers-by make harmless jokes, drinking this special medicinal tea in the mountains, which can be regarded as a great joy in life.

The horse galloped forward, blocked by the cargo in front of him, and the white-clothed young man on horseback could only clamp the horse's belly and hold the reins. The horse neighed, kicked its front legs in the air a few times, and then spun around twice before it quieted down.

Four burly young men caught up from behind, and seeing what had just happened, several people immediately dismounted, and Zong Lan, who seemed to be the oldest, ran up and grabbed the horse rope and asked. "Childe, are you okay?"

The young man on horseback glanced coldly at the road ahead and the people in the simple tea shed. "It doesn't matter."

Zong Lan breathed a sigh of relief, if the son tripped on his back or was frightened, how could he explain it to his master.

"Childe, why don't we rest here for a while!" Along the way, the speed of the young man made Zong Lan tremble, this rugged mountain road was bumpy, and the fast horse for days made Zong Lan and several brothers a little unbearable, not to mention the thin little boy. It's just that he is too forbearing, and he never shows any delicateness.

The boy did not object, dismounted and sat down at the only free table, and the attentive boss immediately stepped forward to greet this seemingly noble man.

"What do you want, a few guest officers?"

The young man just sat and didn't make a sound, Zong Lan said softly. "A pot of warm tea."

Of the five people who could sit, Zong Lan and another sturdy young man dressed in black stood behind the young man, and the other two guarded the horses. It's a bit nerve-wracking to see this formation.

The boss quickly brought the tea, added a cup for the boy, and walked away with a few smiles.

"What kind of warm tea to drink on this hot day, you have to drink cold tea to be refreshing." The young man who spoke stood up from his seat, kicked the bench rudely with his foot, walked to the young man's table, and handed it to the young man with a cup of herbal tea in his hand.

The young man just glanced up at the young man's unruly face, and still used his hand to get the warm tea that the shopkeeper had sold. The young man's other hand immediately grabbed the young man's hand holding the cup.

"Let go of my son-in-law, otherwise you will be unkind."

The sword in Zong Lan's hand was already unsheathed, and the blade was aimed at the young man's neck, but the young man was not timid, and looked up at Zong Lan.

"You don't have to be nervous, I just want to make friends with this little boy."

The young man had a handsome face, starry eyebrows and sword eyes, dark and deep. His skin is not white, he is dressed in an eye-catching blue coat wrapped around his tall body, his feet fall silently, his arms are strong, and he is a person with strong martial arts. It doesn't look like a prodigal son in the rivers and lakes, maybe it's the son of that martial arts family.

The boy broke free and grabbed his hand and drank the cup of warm tea.

The young man pushed away the sword in Zong Lan's hand and sat on the bench opposite the young man in frustration. "Young Master Ben kindly reminds you that you don't even know how to lift."

The boy was a stubborn man, he never listened to the advice of strangers, and thought it was wrong. Even if he knew that the teacup was poisonous, he would still drink it.

"I don't need your reminder." The young man held the teacup and looked at it, the tea was coarse tea, the cup was inferior, and only the ingredients in the tea could still be seen.

The boy put the teacup down, and with a seemingly simple action, the table collapsed with a bang. The passers-by dressed as merchants around seemed to be frightened, and quickly raised their knives to surround them, and the young man squinted slightly and looked calm.

These people changed their kind expressions at the beginning, and they all became vicious. The knife in his hand shone brightly with white light. At the head was a middle-aged man dressed in rich satin, with thin cheeks, a pair of narrow eyes, and a non-obvious knife wound on his face. He squinted his eyes and cast a menacing look at the boy.

"Who are you? What do you want to do? Zong Lan stood in front of the young man, and the other three surrounded the young man in the middle, looking at the people around him vigilantly.

The middle-aged man snorted coldly. "The one who wants your life."

"I don't like to kill." The young man said softly.

"Hahaha...... you can survive after drinking my tea." The leader roared resentfully, he had been looking for this man for a long time.

"Then I'll show you alive."

"Impossible." The middle-aged man's eyes widened in astonishment, and he saw with his own eyes that the young man drank the cup of tea, and there was no cure for that poison in the world.

"My life is definitely better than yours."

The sound of killing was everywhere, and the entire ordinary tea shop staged a killing of Shura. The young man just sits, and the young man sits opposite the boy in discouragement, looking at him with some concern. After all, the tea just now was poisonous.

The tables and chairs around him were splashed with blood, and one by one the figures fell, Zong Lan kicked one person away, and the sword in his hand was already across the neck of the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man was injured, but his eyes were still full of hatred.

"If you want to kill, you will kill. Defeat at your hands today, and being a ghost will also make you restless. ”

"Don't worry, I'm a ghost hunter." The corners of the young man's mouth curled slightly, and he hated the people behind him the most. Now I see, there must be the enemy's eyeliner around me.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew under the scorching sun, and a voice came from the empty air. "Yun'er, don't mess around." This sound is coming from the internal force of guò, which is deafening. The person who came was dressed in white, stepped on the breeze, and jumped down from the mountains and forests at a very fast speed. The smooth and gorgeous white clothes danced in the wind, and the waist-length black hair was simply tied behind his head, looking just a fairly handsome scholar, but his internal strength and superior light skills were impossible to underestimate.

When the young man who was called Yun'er heard this voice, his body was slightly stunned, and he felt timid.

"Little master." Ling Yun screamed timidly.

The boy's name is Ling Yun, born in a famous family, his martial arts and knowledge were taught by the later boys, so he replaced the boy with a little master, in fact, they are just brothers.

"I don't know how thick the sky is, so I don't want to go back soon." Ling Yun snorted unconvinced.

"I'm not going back, I don't want to put the little master in danger." Whoever dares to hurt the little master, I will let him die without a place to be buried. This is the deepest thought in Ling Yun's heart. Now the little master is about to travel far away, and there are countless difficulties and obstacles along the way, how can Ling Yun feel at ease.

"What do you know at a young age, this matter is over, I don't want to see you again." The young man who was called a little master by Ling Yun was an indifferent person, although he didn't seem much older than Ling Yun.

"I don't." Ling Yun refused.

The young man no longer had the patience to persuade Ling Yun, so he threw a jade bi in his hand and hit Ling Yun, pointing at his acupoint. With a force of his hand in the void, Ling Yun landed like a bird without feet on the back of a horse.

"Send him back." Zong Lan responded. Immediately arrange for a guard behind him to send Ling Yun back. Although Ling Yun was unwilling, he couldn't move his hands or speak, and could only passively feel the horse running back.

Zong Lan was speechless by the qiē in front of him, did he want him to admit that he had misrecognized the little master?

"Gong ...... Childe ......"

"You guys are so good, you were played around by a child."

Zong Lan was startled and immediately knelt down. "Childe's atonement." He knew that the little master had changed his appearance, but he didn't know what Yi had become.

"Hahaha......"

The restrained middle-aged man suddenly laughed, probably laughing at his own stupidity, now his life was in the hands of others, and he himself had been making mistakes from the beginning. The boy looked at him for a while, and saw that he was laughing desolate and sad. The hatred in the world never ends, and revenge is the most stupid thing to do.

"Let him go." The boy ordered Zonglan to let him go. Not only the middle-aged man, but everyone present was surprised by the teenager's decision.

"Why are you ......?" The middle-aged man was shocked by the question.

The boy stepped onto his horse and looked at him condescendingly.

"The next time you kill someone, you must remember to see that the person is doing it."

The boy waved his whip and the horse galloped away. The dust kicked up by the crossing of the empty horses proved that the horses had just galloped past.

At the end of the day, there were only three people standing on the battlefield who had nothing to do with it, two young men and one young woman. "That kid is smart, he didn't drink that cup of tea at all, which made me worry for a long time." The man shook his head and sighed.