When Anu returned, the lead cloud was pressing down on the city, and the north wind was tight.

On the narrow yellow mud streets of Nanyan Wangcheng, some dead leaves and grass that have not yet rotted are swaying with the wind. There were very few pedestrians on the road, and even if one or two suddenly appeared, they were wrapped tightly in sheepskin jackets, and hurried past with their necks shrunk and cats.

A few wild dogs wandered around idly, spitting out two faint white mist in the dry and cold weather, which looked a little weird.

After seventy or eighty steps at the intersection, turn left, then turn right, turn left again, there is a small alley, and the second one on the left hand is the soju shop of the Golden Widow's family.

Anu was wrapped in a sheepskin jacket, bent his neck and waist, walking slowly like a wild dog, stepping into the small alley with one foot, his body paused slightly, and then slowly walked forward again.

At the door of the shochu shop, a man wearing a black cloak stood under the low eaves of the shop, holding a pinch of wine in his right hand and tasting it slowly, but the sleeve of his left arm was empty, fluttering in the wind.

This man was not very tall, and even a little thin, revealing half of his pale and abnormal face, and tilted his head slightly, as if looking at the gloomy clouds in the sky.

Anu walked slowly, and on the surface it didn't seem to change, but he knew in his heart that his steps were getting lighter and his breathing was getting softer, just like the leopard that smelled danger.

When he was still seven or eight steps away from the black-cloaked man, Anu's footsteps slowly slowed down, and there seemed to be an invisible pressure that made him have to stop slowly.

The man's hands were clean, steady, meticulously groomed, and his nails were neither long nor short.

Anu took three more steps forward, four steps from the man, and then, standing still, exhaled slightly.

"Anu." The man withdrew his gaze from the sky, glanced at Anu coldly, and said.

"Gong Jiu?" Anu asked with a frown, his pupils shrinking slightly.

"You're good." The man didn't admit it, nor did he deny it, but Anu knew that he was Gong Jiu.

"A sword breaks the river, and the head of the enemy general can be taken in the army, and you are also very good." Anu said.

"That's all other people's boasting." Gong Jiu said lightly and slowly took half a sip of wine.

It is the five-grain sake of the Golden Widow Shochu Shop, which has a light and long flavor and a good taste.

"Masters have their own reasons, why should they be humble." Anu said.

"No one has ever seen my sword." Gong Jiu suddenly turned his face and looked at Anu seriously, as if he wanted to write down that honest, stocky and ordinary face forever.

"I heard that Gong Jiuyi's sword is too murderous, and there is no grass within ten zhang." Anu met Gong Jiu's sword gaze and said indifferently.

"You and I will meet sooner or later." Gong Jiu said.

"It's okay if you don't see it. You're a master, I'm just a slave. Anu said.

"Whoever really treats you as a slave is very dangerous." Gong Jiu smiled slightly and said.

"But Anu has always been a slave, this is fate, and no one can change it." Anu also smiled and took a half step back.

Gong Jiu's pupils shrank suddenly, and with a smile on his face, he also took half a step back.

"You've lost." Gong Jiu said lightly.

"I didn't want to win." Anu smiled innocently and reached out to scratch the back of her head.

"You're a smart man, but after today, none of this means much to you." Gong Jiu said.

"Why?" Anu seemed a little confused and asked seriously.

"Because," Gong Jiu paused, his right hand flicked his fingers, and the wine in his hand "ding" softly, rising to the sky, the empty sleeve of his left arm suddenly agitated, and a slender sword flashed.

"You're going to die, there's nothing about being smart or not being smart about the dead." Gong Jiu finished what he wanted to say, and looked at Anu who was pierced by a long sword on his left shoulder, and seemed a little surprised.

Anu reached out and pressed against the small hole in his shoulder, his face pale, and in the blink of an eye, blood stained most of his body, dripping down the front of the sheepskin jacket.

This sword god is haunted, and Anu tried his best to avoid the vital point, but he was finally pierced through the shoulder.

He plugged the wound in the front, but the wound in the back was like a small round hole, gushing out of the blood.

Anu looked down at his injuries and raised his head with some difficulty, and the look on his face gradually appeared that seemed to be a smile but not a smile.

Gong Jiu was slightly stunned, and looked down at the slender sword in his hand, and there was a trace of red blood on it, which slowly turned black and red in the howling north wind.

He took a sharp breath and took a big step forward, his clothes bulging suddenly, and the black cloak shattered into pieces with a "thud".

His first sword was purely a sneak attack, and in the face of this slave, he actually had no certainty of victory, so he sneaked a sword.

However, the sword did not kill Anu, but only caused him to suffer some injuries and bleed.

He regretted it a little, and he should have used his sword-breaking sword in the first place.

But it was already a little late, and just as he swung his peak sword, Anu rolled on a lazy donkey, and had already avoided the shroud of the sword qi, and somewhat reluctantly avoided this earth-shattering sword.

There was a loud "boom", and within three or four zhang of the place where Anu Shicai was standing, the sword qi was vertical and horizontal, and a large cloud of earth mist rose from the yellow mud ground, and those dead branches and leaves instantly turned into powder, and the momentum was amazing.

One hit missed, and Gong Jiu was already a little discouraged.

For the second time in twenty years, he missed a single shot. That sword made him willingly be a killer for the victor for twenty years, and became a pawn at the mercy of others.

But what about this sword?

Gong Jiu shouted violently, and his murderous aura rose to the sky, his originally smooth hair fluttered in the wind, and his originally thin figure turned into a burly man in the blink of an eye.

Anu was surprised to find that Gong Jiu's previous sword qi was pure feminine, if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would have thought that the opponent was a woman based on his sword qi alone.

But at this moment, Gong Jiu's sword qi suddenly turned into the supreme strength of pure yang, and the speed and perfection were still second, and there was a faint roar of ancient beasts in his violent shouting, which made people's hearts shake a little.

Facing Gong Jiu, Anu also had no certainty of victory, so he chose to avoid his edge, preferring to hit the sword in his shoulder rather than pull out his knife.

Gong Jiu's sword qi enveloped Anu entirely, making his body a little sluggish, his breathing a little difficult, and his chest suffocated.

Seeing that the mighty sword was like thunder, Anu took a deep breath and finally grasped the hilt of the sword.

Anu took a half-step forward and pulled out a knife.

The arc of the knife in the air was not perfect, because Anu chose a very tricky direction for the knife, and because at the moment of drawing the knife, Anu actually used a lazy donkey that was not decent at all.

This kind of trick that seems a little embarrassing is what Anu attaches the most importance to when he trains the thirty young people who are descendants of merchants, and it has almost become their signature, and even Guo Yang can't help but practice it.

Anu's tricks are not good-looking, but sometimes practical, and he hates those hypocrites who want to save face and want other people's lives, so he created this trick that is not good-looking and terrible lazy donkey rolling.

Gong Jiu's sword rushed past the top of Anu's head, like a thunderbolt, scraping off a piece of Anu's scalp, and a large handful of unkempt hair instantly turned into powder, smashing into the dirt with the sword qi.

Gong Jiu was slashed by Anu with a single knife, starting from the crotch of his pants and ending at the chest cavity, which was neatly cut into two pieces.

Gong Jiu let out a wail, and the juice in the internal organs cut by the knife fell with a clatter, mixed with a large amount of blood, and a hot mist rose in the cold wind.

After Anu slashed Gong Jiu with a knife, three or four lazy donkeys rolled in succession, avoiding those filthy things, and jumped up from the ground.

A piece of his scalp was scraped off by the sword qi, his head and face were covered with blood, and when the cold wind blew, it solidified in a blink of an eye.

The knife is in its sheath.

Gong Jiu had never seen Anu's knife until he died, he only remembered that the shameless dog slave had no regard for the identity of the master, and used a trick to roll on the lazy donkey that the reckless men used when they were fighting.

Gong Jiu's lower body, which was split into two pieces, was thrown on both sides, and from Anu's point of view, it happened to be an upside-down, "big" character written in ancient seal script.

It's just that this big character is a little irregular, as if it is Guo Yang's stupid font.

From the empty sleeve on Gong Jiu's left, an arm slowly reached out, twitching, and five short fingers were still trying to grasp the hilt of the sword.

Anu looked at the arm that Gong Jiu used to sneak up on him in amazement, and suddenly felt like throwing up.

It's really like to throw up.

Gong Jiu's left arm was actually born disabled, not much thicker than the arm of a three-year-old baby, and it was covered with terrible green fluff on the wrist, and the five short fingers looked white and fat, trying hard to grasp the thin hilt of the sword that was thrown aside.

However, Anu still squatted down and carefully observed Gong Jiu, the former number one master of the Poison Dragon Gang, who was not completely angry at the moment.

Up to now, the most powerful person Anu has killed is this Gong Jiu, if he hadn't been able to follow Guo Yang's cultivation of the True Exercises in the past few years, and he would have been able to move his mind freely, the first sword sneak attack of this dog thing would have killed him.

Being able to watch the enemy die slowly with his own eyes is a bad habit that Anu has developed for most of the past six months, and he wants to vomit every time he sees a dead person, but he wants to vomit and watch at the same time.

"Miscellaneous ......" Gong Jiu seemed to be cursing Anu.

Anu leaned his ear close to Gong Jiu's face, wanting to hear what this former number one master would say on his deathbed, but only heard that this Gong Jiu was not exempt from vulgarity, and when he was about to die, he spit out half a swear word.

Anu smelled a wisp of women's body odor on Gong Jiu's body, mixed with those unpleasant visceral juices and blood, and couldn't say what the smell was, but Anu didn't like this Gong Jiu who would be a man and a woman at all.

Anu slowly stood up, his expression a little gloomy, as if he was a little disappointed in this Gong Jiu.

However, the wound on his shoulder urgently needed to be treated, and after these few life-and-death battles, Anu had shed too much blood.

Anu turned and walked into the soju shop, through a door, and into the backyard.

……

In the distance, an eagle flew high, and a wave of snow fell.