The sea of bamboo is blue and white, and 10,000 bamboos stand on the snow surface, and the heavy snow bends the main trunk of the bamboo, like a full string of strong bows half perpendicular to the ground.

Heavy snow falls, bamboo forests are dense, the ground light between the bamboo sea is relatively dim, Ning Qingye, who is dressed in bamboo leaves, embroidered shoes pedaling two bamboos, standing quietly between the dense bamboo leaves, his face is covered with black cloth, holding his breath, and even the white fog of breathing is trying his best to cover it.

Several figures at the end of the field of vision came from far and near, Ning Qingye squinted slightly, slightly shook his frozen and somewhat stiff right hand, and the long sword hidden between the bamboo leaves drove the bamboo leaves to make a slight rustling sound.

The last time I infiltrated the Dragon Yin Pavilion, the main purpose was to snatch back the sword in my hand. The name of the sword is 'Wounded Spring', which is the sword used by her mother to walk the rivers and lakes back then.

More than ten years ago, her mother traveled the world like ordinary people in the rivers and lakes to make friends with heroes from all over the world. I don't know when, her mother came to Chang'an City, and wanted to go to the small shop that sold the strongest wine in the world to sit, but on the way I met a scholar who was squatting at the mouth of the alley and selling words, in order to sell a pair of words, chattered after her mother for half an hour.

Afterward...... The scholars failed in the imperial examination one after another, and they wrote articles to scold the imperial court under cynicism, which caused big trouble. Her mother somehow got it, so she ran to save the scholar, and the two of them went to the rivers and lakes together and became fugitives......

Ning Qingye only knew this, and she had never heard of anything about the rest of the matter, she had seen the titular father a few times, and every time she quarreled with her mother and broke up unhappily.

Ten years ago, the 'Iron Eagle Deer Hunting', the mother and daughter hidden in the deep mountains of Shu were finally found, and her mother sent her out desperately, and then died under Zhang Xiang's knife.

Compared with Zhang Xiang, Ning Qingye hated the man who abandoned his wife and daughter even more, because her mother took the hairpin given by the man before she died, and buried her bones in the barren mountains and mountains for ten years, but she didn't see the man come to worship.

Rub Rub –

The sound of footsteps on the snow came from far and near.

Ning Qingye came back to his senses, and his cold eyes became sharper and sharper.

In any case, Zhang Xiang and that man have to die, today's opportunity is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and we must take advantage of it.

This time, I prepared in the bamboo forest for a few days, and I remembered the location of each bamboo clearly. Fang deliberately made a small movement, Zhang Xiang also did as she thought, and asked the elite of the wolf guard to escort the queen mother away, and only Zhang Xiang and the two wolf guards came over.

The odds of a one-on-three win are not great, but the trap was buried in advance in the snow, and in a one-on-one situation, she was confident that she would kill Zhang Xiang with one blow before he could react.

Rub Rub –

The two wolf guards with Yan Ling's knives unsheathed walked slowly back to back under the bamboo forest, and also looked up, but Ning Qingye was well disguised, almost blending with the dense bamboo leaves, and was not discovered.

After the two wolf guards probed the way, Zhang Xiang, who was holding a knife on his waist, walked over slowly, his breath was extremely steady, and he always paid attention to the surrounding movements.

But in this murderous environment, there was a discordant conversation:

"Xu Buling, why did you come with you? I can tell you in advance, if you hit a good-looking little beast, it will belong to me, and I will give it to the Queen Mother, so that the Queen Mother will be angry......"

Naturally, it was Xiao Dagongzi who spoke.

Xu Buling walked slowly with a long sword hanging from his waist, in order to pretend to be like a family who came to join in the fun, he was quite enthusiastic about Xiao Ting:

"What did you say to make the Queen Mother angry?"

Xiao Ting sighed: "It's not because of you, the song 'Combing Your Hair Every Day', I wrote it as 'Combing'...... But I don't think there's anything wrong with that. If you think about it, a sullen woman, tired and boring at night, and has no energy to comb her hair, must lack pity, just press on the bed...... Ahem...... Promise not to make trouble, you say? ”

Xu Buling frowned and nodded.

Xiao Ting didn't expect Xu Buling to recognize his words, he was stunned for a while, he looked like a fellow practitioner, looked left and right a few times, leaned closer and muttered:

"Xu Buling, you have been in Chang'an for more than a year, have you been to visit the Qinglou, do you want my uncle to take you with you......"

Rub –

The sword scored three points, showing a touch of chill in the snow.

Xiao Ting hurriedly shut up.

Zhang Xiang, who was walking in front, looked back, pondered slightly, and said softly:

"Xu Shizi is very murderous, young people are too murderous and damaging to their minds, so they should hide it appropriately."

This is regarded as the experience summed up by the masters of the past dynasties, and it is difficult for those with tyrannical personalities to become great weapons, and they are not moving like mountains, their hearts are like stopping water, and they are moving like thunder.

Xu Buling had already known this truth, and he was just scaring people at the moment, so he nodded slightly and put away his long sword, and said casually:

"How high is Master Zhang's martial arts?"

Zhang Xiang is the most loyal guard of the saint today, he was a dead soldier when he was a child, and he only entered the official career later, and he didn't talk much. Wen Yan thought for a moment:

"Eight wildernesses and six combinations, those who can take my three knives are all named and surnamed in the case library, so they can be regarded as entering the house."

Xiao Ting was quite interested in this, and interjected: "It means that if you can make three moves with Master Zhang, you can be considered a master?" ”

Zhang Xiang nodded.

Xiao Ting's eyes lit up, and he spread his hand excitedly: "Xu Buling, lend me your sword." ”

Xu Buling did not allow Zhang Xiang to refuse, so he threw the sword out.

Xiao Ting took the long sword, pulled it out with great posture, trotted forward in the wind and snow, and pounced on Zhang Xiang:

"Master Zhang, take the sword!"

Zhang Xiang's eyes were full of helplessness, but when the prime minister's son approached him, he couldn't say, "You are also worthy?" At the moment, he could only symbolically raise the scabbard to feed the move.

Xu Buling's sword is a famous sword recorded in a large number of pen and ink in the history books, "Zhao Guts", sharpening iron is like mud blowing hair and breaking hair, and ordinary iron tools can't stop it at all.

Zhang Xiang loves knives like an idiot, so he naturally refuses to block with the scabbard, the scabbard in his hand is like sticking to the long sword, walking back and forth and clinging to the blade of the sword, no matter how Xiao Ting swings the sword, he can't touch Zhang Xiang at all, and he doesn't even make the sound of gold and iron fighting.

The two wolf guards in front of them didn't notice anything unusual, and they also relaxed their vigilance a little, and looked back with interest.

For Xiao Ting, the three moves are three hits, and it will soon pass, and Zhang Xiang also knows the thoughts of this noble son, so he immediately picked up the long sword, raised his hand and hugged his fist with the knife, ready to say something.

The action of holding a knife and holding a fist is obviously not suitable for drawing a knife to shoot.

At this moment, a terrible sword roar sounded in the blue and white bamboo sea!

Sa –

The bamboo leaves are scattered, like rustling and twilight rain.

Everyone looked up in shock, but saw a man and a sword falling from the sky above the bamboo sea.

The cold light frightens the wind and snow, and the sword pneumatically moves the sky!

This sword almost made Zhuhai lose its color......