The man came through the long street, and the Liuyunhui brothers who stayed behind couldn't catch him.

So the wind went back.

Wind is a name, but not a person's name.

Broken away, the Wind and Snow Blade is not a person's name.

If one of them dies, someone else will be chosen to be the owner of the name, inheriting the pride of the name.

Therefore the wind said, I should be worthy of the name of the wind.

That year, in the camp of Yiziying in Gangnam Province, the wind was like a lonely dancer, and he hid it for several years, and in the woods outside the camp, he used his life to declare that the owner of the name wind could afford the name of the wind.

In this small Futian County, Feng pulled out his long knife and walked towards the person holding the knife head-on, just like the previous Feng, they were all from the Liuyun Society Youth League, and the most profound thing that the proprietor Ye Liuyun taught them was that love and righteousness were heavy and life and death were light, and the greatest affection was His Majesty, followed by brothers.

Therefore, the Liuyun Club is a dominant family among the forces of the rivers and lakes, and it is not a typical Jianghu guest.

Two people use knives, the same knife but the knife is different, just like the pen is the same, but the words are not the same, some people hold the pen in their hands to write the spring and autumn world, some people hold the pen to write out but the flow of accounts, ordinary people look at the penmanship, only to see the words written out of the eye is not pleasing to the eye, so the word is decent ordinary people look at the eye, the wind of the knife is decent.

And the man holding the knife, he was arrogant.

His knife technique is similar to the wild grass in calligraphy, but it is not, because the wild grass still has traces, and after his knife, he has to cut everything.

When the bang.

The wind that came out first flew into the air with only one blow of the long knife, not that his sword skills were not good enough, but the talent gap.

His long knife spun in mid-air and flew into the distance, spinning so fast that it was like a silver wheel.

The wind flickered for a moment, and his feet drifted back a little, and the aftermath of the knife almost grazed his chest and fell, and the clothes on his chest were opened, and the clothes crumbled, layer by layer, leaving a blood line on his skin.

The wind was fast, faster than snow, so he dodged the knife.

The man holding the knife still moved forward, and the long knife that he shot out fell to the ground with a snap, and then shattered, and the blade was scattered all over the ground, and the knife that fell to the ground was naturally not broken, so the wind's eyes flickered, and he saw the gap.

"I'll teach you how to use a knife, and remember to thank me in the next life."

The man holding the knife moved forward, holding the knife, still the kind of stride that was not large, and always felt that there seemed to be an invisible rope connected between his two knees, so he couldn't open his legs, of course he was not disabled, just a habit.

The wind took off his robe, shook his hand, and the robe fell into the roadside pool, and with a twist of his wrist, the robe was thrown into a cloth stick, and with the whirring sound of the wind, it fell on the head of the man holding the knife.

"Want to grab the knife?"

The corner of the man's eyebrows raised slightly: "In the whole world, no one can take my knife." ”

The light of the knife rose, the cloth stick was shattered, and the fragments of the clothes were like butterflies flying in the sky, which looked like they were dancing, but it would not take long to fly and fall to the ground, the wind retreated again, and the hands trembled with pain, and when I looked down, I found that the palm of my hand had fallen off a large piece of flesh, and it was bloody.

At this moment, several crossbow arrows shot fiercely, and the shoulders of the wind flew straight towards the man holding the knife, and the crossbow arrows came abruptly and fiercely, and the man holding the knife shot out with a long knife, and the knife spilled a piece of silver light in the air, and the sparks splashed everywhere, and the crossbow arrows were swung away, and nailed to both sides of the street.

The blade landed next to the wind, and the crossbow clicked a few more times to force the man holding the knife away.

"You should take someone away."

Feng frowned slightly.

Blade pouted: "I remember that you still owe me a few taels of money, you are dead, who do I want?" ”

Feng sighed: "You died, who else did I give it to?" ”

Outside the city gate, the black horsemen who came had already followed Gu Le and Geng Shan, and divided a part of the people to go out with two people to go out of the city, and the remaining about twenty black horsemen rushed towards this side, the long knife out of the sheath, and the sword was awe-inspiring.

The man with the knife frowned, as if he was annoyed that his subordinates were not doing well.

"Please let the two brothers of the Flowing Cloud Society go first."

More than two dozen black horsemen rushed to the side of Wind and Blade, and walked towards the man holding the knife.

The black horseman on horseback clenched his fist towards the two of them: "Thank you, don't pass." ”

Only four words, no hesitation.

Gu Le and Geng Shan are not from the Liuyun Society, they are the Qianban of the Tingwei Mansion, and they are also brothers, and they die for their brothers, and the people of the Tingwei Mansion should be at the forefront.

Seven days later, Purple Imperial City.

Ye Kaitai stood at the window and watched the flowing clouds drift by outside, his eyes were cold.

In Pingyue Dao said such a big thing, this is his problem, even if His Majesty will not blame him, he will also blame himself, it has been more than two years, Pingyue Dao has not been completely controlled, and it has not been governed well, this is his dereliction of duty.

"Daofu."

Di Fanghe, a scribe beside him, looked at Ye Kaitai's face, and then lowered his head: "The whereabouts of those swordsmen are unknown, Futian County is a small city and there are no people, there are only a dozen or twenty people in the county government, and they were attacked by swordsmen, this matter is ......"

Ye Kaitai glanced sideways at him: "So it's excusable?" As a minister, to comfort himself with the words extenuating circumstances, that is incompetence. ”

Di Fanghe said: "Fortunately, the two Qianban adults rescued it." ”

"It was the people of Tingwei Mansion who rescued them, and the incident happened in Pingyue Road."

Ye Kaitai turned around: "Anyway, my face hurts." ”

Di Fanghe didn't dare to say anything, he had been following Ye Kaitai for nearly ten years, so he naturally understood the temperament of the Daoist Mansion, when did the people of the Tingwei Mansion suffer such a big loss? Before and after, one hundred and twenty or thirty people died, including two Baiban, and two Qianban almost died.

Although the people of the Flowing Cloud Society can't bring it to the table, no one can ignore the fact that there is still a dead snow.

Later, the more than 20 people who rushed into Futian County's Tingwei Mansion were all killed, only the wind and blade of the Liuyun Society protected the two Qianban and killed them, and a county town under the rule of Daning actually became a place for the Liukou and the bandits.

It is not easy to be an official in Pingyue Dao, and it is a Taoist who has been stared at for so long, and Mu Zhaotong, a university scholar, will be the first to use a pen as a knife, and slash fiercely at the Daofu Lord, don't forget that he was extremely dissatisfied with the Daofu Lord's appointment at the beginning.

"The most humiliating thing is that people don't know where to go."

Those swordsmen killed a county government in Futian County, killed dozens of people up and down in the county, and killed people on the street, killing more than 20 black horsemen in the Tingwei Mansion, and the Baiban who led the troops to rush over was cut off in two with a knife, and then disappeared without a trace.

These things are enough to show that Pingyue Road has not been properly governed, if it is placed within the original nineteen roads of Daning, in any county town, those swordsmen dare to be so blatant?

"Where's Han Zhaozhi?"

"It's almost there."

Di Fanghe lowered his head: "There is no news sent back, from the time calculation, if you go straight down by boat, it should take a few more days to reach Pingyue, but Futian County is still more than 100 miles away from the waterway, and Lord Du Tingwei wants to change to the land route, cross Putuo Mountain to the southwest." ”

Ye Kaitai snorted: "Take the pro-barracks, let's go to Futian." ”

After finishing speaking, he strode out of the study: "If there is any more chaos, my Daofu will really have no face to continue to work." ”

From the Grand Canal turn into Pingyue Road to leave the ship and land, go more than 100 miles to the southwest is Futian County, this area is sparsely populated because of the war, several counties that were once more prosperous have not been recovered, although the people who are still alive live in peace, but want to prosper is not overnight.

After going ashore, it is not Putuo Mountain, the most famous on the mountain is the Great Light Monk Zen Temple, the Great Light Monk is the Arhat who is rumored to protect people's life and death and health in Zen Buddhism, Zen believers all know, the perennial recitation of the Great Light Monk Heart Sutra can ensure peace and joy, but the Great Light Monk Heart Sutra has not been able to stop the Daning Tiger Wolf, nor has it made the border swords of South Vietnam invulnerable.

But all wars, gods and Buddhas avoid.

The black carriage passes under the Putuo Mountain, looking up at the top on the official road, you can vaguely see the golden top of the Great Bright Monk Temple, the incense here is also a lot colder after the destruction of the Nanyue Kingdom, but there are still people sincerely begging to worship, three kneels and nine knocks up the mountain.

Han Zhaozhi lowered the curtains of the car, closed his eyes and thought, the news had reached him, and he had lost dozens of black horsemen and a Baiban, this Baiban was the highest-ranking official resident in the Tingwei Mansion of Pingyue Dao, Han Hanzhi still remembers when he was sent here, the man reluctantly walked out of the gate of the Tingwei Mansion, and turned back three times in one step.

"I don't give up Chang'an, and I don't expect Chang'an to give up me."

He put on a hundred brocade clothes, left Chang'an City with a black horse, looked back at the majestic city wall gate, and looked back at Lord Du Tingwei who had been sending him to the city gate.

In fact, it was not long after he was promoted to Baiban, His Majesty ordered the expansion of the Tingwei Mansion, and the twenty provinces of Daning were all stationed, according to the rules set by Han Hanzhi, everyone who stayed in Baiban in various places was rotated back to Chang'an for three years, three years, more than a thousand days, he said that Chang'an City would miss him, maybe he would go crazy.

What he wanted to say was that the girl in Chang'an City who hadn't passed the door would miss him, but an iron-clad man like him would naturally not say anything tender, but he just felt indebted to her, of course he couldn't say anything like waiting for me to come back and marry you, just looked at him shyly in the crowd and didn't even dare to say hello, cautiously red eyes raised her hand and waved her smile, and then rode away, thinking how can a man be tied to such worldly feelings?

However, I am still really reluctant.

I don't give up the Chang'an girl, and so does the Chang'an girl.

Han Zhaozhi let out a long breath, he didn't want to think about what it was like for the girl to hold a death message, these people in the Tingwei Mansion were as cold-blooded and ruthless as demons and monsters in the eyes of outsiders, but only the people in the Tingwei Mansion knew that they were all flesh-and-blood men.

It is a plain over Putuo Mountain, there are more than 100 miles, the terrain is open, but the plain of this southern Xinjiang is not the same as the north, there are many ups and downs, there are terraces on the side of Putuo Mountain, it is the sowing season, the farmer and the peasant woman bend down to plant rice and farm, no one pays attention to the horse team that is galloping forward on the official road under the mountain.

On the mountain, the man holding the knife looked at the black carriage from a distance, took the black scarf off his face, and he felt that people like Han Zhaozhi were qualified to remember what he looked like, remember after death, and take revenge in the next life.

The team of the Tingwei Mansion is at least five hundred black horsemen, and he has one hundred and twenty swordsmen, but he doesn't feel that his side is weak.