Thousands of households always replace the new peach with the old one.

The cold wind not only did not blow away the lively market, but brought comfort and peace to this New Year's Eve.

This year's wax moon is a small month, and it is rare that there is no Chinese New Year's Eve. Twenty-nine people began to be busy writing couplets, pasting Spring Festival couplets, making dumplings, and roasting pig's heads, which made people's hearts warm.

Outside the Golden City, a piece of silver is wrapped.

Ruixue copied the ice of Antarctica on the vast land, writing a thousand miles of cold. At this time, on a high ground in the west of the city, the poplars like giants in silver shirts covered the mounds under their feet, and there was no end in sight. In the forest, several black-clothed figures moved, and in front of them, there seemed to be a variety of people dressed in strong clothes.

"Little girl, you really want to die!"

Suddenly, a lean shadow stood in front of Linlang. Looking up, the man was wearing a moon-colored ivory shirt, and the faint blue silk thread shuttled through the embroidery corners, weaving blooming golden orchids. The man was masked, raised his sword and raised his eyebrows, and a pair of cold eyes were hidden behind the sharp sword, squinting slightly.

In the blink of an eye, several shadows following Linlang appeared, and they looked at each other and slowly approached, with some confusion in their eyes.

The tip of Linlang's nose twitched slightly. Suddenly, the originally calm eyebrows couldn't help but tighten a little doubt.

How so? Just now they were followed by a few little eunuchs from Dongchang, why have they completely changed their breath now. Linlang was worried in her heart, clenching her fists and concentrating on guard. These six people obviously have extraordinary skills, and if they continue to fight, they will suffer sooner or later. Whether they will be able to escape is still unknown.

"You're not from the East Factory? Could it be Jinyiwei? Linlang knew that she couldn't ask an answer, but she still expressed the doubts in her heart.

Unexpectedly, the other party actually answered.

"Those eunuchs? Hmph, how can you compare with our samurai in Dongying! ”

Behind Linlang, a man in black put down the katana in his hand, raised his fist and patted his chest and continued in foot-skimming Chinese: "If I have the opportunity, I will learn from the master of Jinyiwei." ”

Linlang turned around in surprise, the five black-clothed people behind him were not tall, and although a black scarf covered his neck, he could still feel that the head seemed to be pressed directly on his shoulder, and there was no trace of his neck. Dongying people, how did they appear in Jincheng? Linlang was puzzled, so she looked at the masked man dressed in Han costume opposite.

"You're talking too much!"

The masked man standing in front of Linlang suddenly struck, and the blade of the sword stabbed at Linlang through the snowflakes that shook and fell on the branches with a cold air. Behind him, the five men in black quickly separated, and the blades cut a straight furrow in the snow and stretched out towards Linlang.

The back and abdomen of the enemy caught Linlang off guard, and secretly blamed himself for being cautious. It's just that it's too late to say anything, and if you want to survive, you have to go through this vicious battle.

After dodging the oncoming blade, Linlang leaped to his feet and rolled over the masked man's head. In this way, the masked man is placed in front of the Toei samurai, and there is another chance to escape from the siege. Linlang's idea is good, but will that person let her get her wish?

In the staggered room, Linlang raised his eyes to see that the man's high hair was neatly combed, and a sword-style hairpin was inserted in it. Suddenly, the sword shook and quickly left, and the bun spread out. In just an instant, Xiu Jian turned around and broke through the air towards Linlang's front door.

This sword is the size of a thumb, but it is extremely finely carved. Linlang's heart suddenly burst out, and her little face suddenly turned white with fright. I only saw the crown fall to the ground, and the lead wire was like a waterfall. Then a dark shadow spread out in the pupils, and then magnified. Linlang closed her eyes, her mind blank. In the air, she had nowhere to draw on her strength, but to wait for the little sword to get closer and closer to her.

It's too late, it's too soon.

The masked man suddenly reached out and grabbed Linlang's wrist, pulled hard, and took it into his arms. The small sword on his head returned in vain, and the man reached out to catch it and inserted it into the bun.

Soft and fragrant. The man seemed to be stunned as if he didn't know what he was doing, and his sword eyebrows were slanted and his eyes were full of unintentionality.

Linlang was overwhelmed by a series of movements, and when her eyes met those cold eyes, her heart was even more blank. In a distraction, he forgot to struggle in the man's arms, as if all danger did not exist, and with a smile, he turned his head to look at the five men in black.

"What is your purpose?"

It turns out they don't know! Linlang looked at the masked man in front of him and wondered. Who is this man? Why are you waiting for me here? Or maybe I burst into his sight, and he's waiting for someone else here!

"You really know martial arts!"

When Linlang wanted to find out the purpose of the masked man, the man's lips hiding under the black veil hooked a smile, raised his eyebrows and said lightly: "If you hurt her life, none of you can escape!" ”

The arrogant words speak naturally, and not only do they sound without questioning thoughts, but they are completely confident that he is capable of doing it, and it is effortless.

At this moment, Linlang had the opportunity to take a closer look at the man in front of him. The knife eyebrows are indifferent, and the eyes are indifferent. In his eyes, everything seems to be floating clouds, and the charm of everything is empty makes people can't help but want to worship. Linlang was stupid, she had never been in a man's arms for so long.

Suddenly, a resolute force came from the masked man's arm, and he threw Linlang forward, landing right in the center of the man in black.

The five Dongying samurai looked at each other, holding their katanas, but instead of advancing and retreating. They didn't know what the man was going to do, only that they had to complete the task assigned by their master today. For a moment, the scene was funny. Linlang stood between a group of black-clothed warriors and didn't come back to his senses, his eyes still looking at the indifferent masked man. It turned out that this was what he meant, not to protect himself, but to continue fighting!

"You guys, go on!" The masked man waved his hand, a mischievous tone with a slight smile.

"Yike——! Tyre! ”

The tip of the katana led by him was slanted, sealing Linlang's retreat from top to bottom. At the same time, the other four divided their labors, and in each direction a thin knife broke through the air with the sound of the whirring wind.

Linlang secretly regretted that she was in a hurry to go out of the city, and she didn't have a self-defense weapon on her body. How flesh and blood fend off the attacks of the five blades. hurriedly lifted his breath and held his breath, only to find that the old illness that he had fallen from his childhood suddenly recurred. A tingling, painful and itchy feeling instantly spread all over the body, the pain ate the bones and the soles of the feet lost heart, and the eyes were dizzy.

The Toei samurai pay attention to fast, accurate, and ruthless. In the blink of an eye, Linlang was overwhelmed by the situation in front of him. Surrounded by airtightness, she was defeated at every turn, and she had no power to fight back.

"Ding!"

Suddenly, a crisp sound came from behind Linlang. Years of experience told her that at this time, a sharp weapon pierced the back of the heart. Linlang endured the pain and instinctively bent down to dodge, rolled on the spot, and took advantage of the situation to escape from the gap between the men in black. When he looked back, he saw the masked man sweeping with his sword, dissolving the man's tricks one by one.

With a sword flower in his hand, the man stood in the middle of the black-clothed warrior leaning on his sword. The proud eyes glanced at Linlang with disdain, and there was a mockery of the embarrassed appearance just now.

"Uncle Jianfeng, my mother invited you to come just to let you help test whether she can do martial arts, what are you still doing with a few Japanese slaves, hurry up and go home for dinner!"

Slightly immature words came from the depths of the forest, and the thick snow reflected a blazing white in the sun. Linlang squinted, only to see the snow in the treetops falling, and a black shadow gradually disappeared in the falling snow. Looking back at the masked man called Jianfeng, he covered his mouth in surprise and retreated. At this time, there was no shadow of a masked man, only five black-clothed widows were lying in the snow, staring at each other without blinking.

A feeling of fatigue spread from the bone marrow, and there was no medicine for the old disease, Linlang lay in the snow and let the cold air enter the body, and the eyelids became heavier and heavier under the double torture, and finally passed out.

I don't know how long it took, the sound of rustling footsteps came into my ears one after another, and Linlang wanted to open her eyes, but she was weak. Vaguely felt someone lift her body and move it gently, and finally put a cold object in her hand.

"Murder! Killed! ”

The heart-rending shouts faded away, and the woods of Xiqiu fell silent again.

Golden House.

The house full of couplets is full of joy.

"The little master is back! The little master is back! "Following the return of Jinchi, the golden house, which has not been good news for a long time, is boiling again.

Jin Rui jumped off the carriage with Yu Shan's arm, and ran to the gate after a long absence before his heel was firmly established. With a smile, Yu Yan looked at the little young master in front of him, who was only half a head shorter than him, and felt a lot of emotion. At that time, Jin Rui was only five years old, and his master sent him to Confucius to read poetry. In the blink of an eye, it has been five years, and Jin Rui has changed from a little boy who pees his pants to a knowledgeable young son. In a few years, you can follow the master all over Qilu, and even enter the public court to face the saint.

Yu Yan unhurriedly packed his luggage, and after a while, Li Zhidi led a group of officials to surround the golden mansion again.

"Go," Li Zhidi mocked, "inform your master, go to Xiqiu with this official!" ”