In a field outside the city of Taiyuan, several swordsmen surrounded an old man and a girl in the center. The old man held a five-foot spear in his hand and held the girl in his arms.

There were several sword marks on the old man's clothes, and the blood stained the whole clothes red, and it seemed that the injuries were not light. The girl hugged him tightly and buried her head in his arms. Even so, those swordsmen did not dare to act rashly, and they were always careful to confront them.

The old man moved, he stopped the girl in his arms with one hand, held a gun in the other, pointed his toes to the ground, and rose into the air. Those few people only felt that his figure was like electricity, and he moved more than ten steps in the blink of an eye.

One person held a sword to meet him, only to see the old man leaning back, swinging a shot casually, and his body slid backwards.

The man met him with a sword, and the old man took advantage of a somersault and kicked the man in the chest.

With a single blow, the man flew ten paces. Seeing this, the other three jumped up and attacked it together.

The figure of the old man is like a ghost, shuttling among the shadows of the sword. I saw that the three sword lights merged into one and came directly towards the old man, and there was nowhere to hide from this blow.

The old man had a spear in his hand, and the void was rounded. The sword qi collided with it, and with a "boom", a huge air wave rushed to the ground, dusty, and several people immediately retreated.

Seeing that the time was ripe, the old man ran south with the girl in his arms, leaving several people behind him in an instant.

Several swordsmen saw that the old man had left, and there was no possibility of catching up. Under the anger, the sword qi flew sideways, rolling up the sky and snow.

On the road leading to Chang'an, a caravan hurried through the wind and snow. A middle-aged man rode on a horse, urging the coachmen to be careful from time to time.

The big man had an inch-long scar on his face, and his face was full of beard, which he had obviously not sorted out for a long time. This man's surname is Hu, known as Scar Hu, and he started a fur business when he was a teenager, and it has been more than ten years.

There was a carriage stuck in a snow pit, and Scar Hu was directing everyone to push the carriage together. At this time, in the wind and snow, two people came from a distance, and it could be seen from the figure that they were an old man and a young man, and the two figures looked a little blurred in the heavy snow.

Looking at the figures of the two approaching, Scar's eyes widened, and he was a little surprised in his heart, but his expression did not change much.

People like Scar Hu who run the rivers and lakes all the year round will have a skill to some extent. He has practiced martial arts for many years and has a good kung fu of fists and feet.

The old man with silver hair and silver beard was striding towards this side, and it could be seen from his steps that he was a martial artist. Guarding the old man's side was a little girl of seven or eight years old. The two of them have been in the dust, and they have obviously been on the road for a long time.

The old man stood in front of the carriage and horses, and arched his hand and said, "I'm sorry to disturb you, can you give the little old man a sip of water to drink?" ”

"The old gentleman is polite, you and this little doll have a short rest, and I will bring you water."

Seeing someone eating dry food, the little girl couldn't help but swallow her saliva. Scarhu saw it in his eyes and guessed that the two must be hungry, so he took a few more Hu cakes and handed them the food and water in his hand.

The little girl took the food and hurriedly ate it, apparently hungry. The old man looked at the food handed to him, got up and thanked him, raised his eyes and glanced at Scarhu, and didn't say anything. He set the food aside and just took a few sips of water.

Everyone was busy packing up their things and preparing to continue on their way. The old man finally spoke, looked at Scarbeard, and asked, "I wonder if we can go on the same journey?" ”

"Where is this going, old gentleman?"

"Chang'an."

"That's a coincidence, our caravan is also going to Chang'an." Scar said nonsense and invited the two of them into the carriage.

The caravan continued on its way, but in an hour the snow began to fall heavier and heavier. At present, there are no people in front of and behind, and it is especially desolate. Scarhu couldn't help but get anxious at this time, hurriedly jumped out of the car, and shouted loudly for everyone to speed up the trip. For a moment, the sound of horses' hooves was much faster.

"Boss Hu, I'm afraid I won't be able to catch up with the county seat today, should we find a place to avoid the wind and snow?" The guy who was driving the car turned his head and asked.

"Let's go faster, there's a ruined temple ahead."

In my memory, there was an abandoned temple more than ten miles ahead. It was getting dark, and it would be dark in less than half an hour, and if you were quicker, you would be able to get to the ruined temple before it got dark.

Under a few trees outside the ruined temple, the horses stood quietly, shaking off the snow from time to time. In the ruined temple, everyone gathered around the fire to drink and chat, and a large number of goods were piled up not far away. Fortunately, Scar Hu remembered well and arrived at the broken temple in time. At this time, he was resting against a pile of dead grass.

The little girl was wrapped in a piece of fur, and she did not feel cold, but she was asleep at the moment. The old man leaned against the corner, his face slightly pale, and coughed quietly with his hands on his chest.

In a field outside the city of Taiyuan, several swordsmen surrounded an old man and a girl in the center. The old man held a five-foot spear in his hand and held the girl in his arms.

There were several sword marks on the old man's clothes, and the blood stained the whole clothes red, and it seemed that the injuries were not light. The girl hugged him tightly and buried her head in his arms. Even so, those swordsmen did not dare to act rashly, and they were always careful to confront them.

The old man moved, he stopped the girl in his arms with one hand, held a gun in the other, pointed his toes to the ground, and rose into the air. Those few people only felt that his figure was like electricity, and he moved more than ten steps in the blink of an eye.

One person held a sword to meet him, only to see the old man leaning back, swinging a shot casually, and his body slid backwards.

The man met him with a sword, and the old man took advantage of a somersault and kicked the man in the chest.

With a single blow, the man flew ten paces. Seeing this, the other three jumped up and attacked it together.

The figure of the old man is like a ghost, shuttling among the shadows of the sword. I saw that the three sword lights merged into one and came directly towards the old man, and there was nowhere to hide from this blow.

The old man had a spear in his hand, and the void was rounded. The sword qi collided with it, and with a "boom", a huge air wave rushed to the ground, dusty, and several people immediately retreated.

Seeing that the time was ripe, the old man ran south with the girl in his arms, leaving several people behind him in an instant.

Several swordsmen saw that the old man had left, and there was no possibility of catching up. Under the anger, the sword qi flew sideways, rolling up the sky and snow.

On the road leading to Chang'an, a caravan hurried through the wind and snow. A middle-aged man rode on a horse, urging the coachmen to be careful from time to time.

The big man had an inch-long scar on his face, and his face was full of beard, which he had obviously not sorted out for a long time. This man's surname is Hu, known as Scar Hu, and he started a fur business when he was a teenager, and it has been more than ten years.

There was a carriage stuck in a snow pit, and Scar Hu was directing everyone to push the carriage together. At this time, in the wind and snow, two people came from a distance, and it could be seen from the figure that they were an old man and a young man, and the two figures looked a little blurred in the heavy snow.

Looking at the figures of the two approaching, Scar's eyes widened, and he was a little surprised in his heart, but his expression did not change much.

People like Scar Hu who run the rivers and lakes all the year round will have a skill to some extent. He has practiced martial arts for many years and has a good kung fu of fists and feet.

The old man with silver hair and silver beard was striding towards this side, and it could be seen from his steps that he was a martial artist. Guarding the old man's side was a little girl of seven or eight years old. The two of them have been in the dust, and they have obviously been on the road for a long time.

The old man stood in front of the carriage and horses, and arched his hand and said, "I'm sorry to disturb you, can you give the little old man a sip of water to drink?" ”

"The old gentleman is polite, you and this little doll have a short rest, and I will bring you water."

Seeing someone eating dry food, the little girl couldn't help but swallow her saliva. Scarhu saw it in his eyes and guessed that the two must be hungry, so he took a few more Hu cakes and handed them the food and water in his hand.

The little girl took the food and hurriedly ate it, apparently hungry. The old man looked at the food handed to him, got up and thanked him, raised his eyes and glanced at Scarhu, and didn't say anything. He set the food aside and just took a few sips of water.

Everyone was busy packing up their things and preparing to continue on their way. The old man finally spoke, looked at Scarbeard, and asked, "I wonder if we can go on the same journey?" ”

"Where is this going, old gentleman?"

"Chang'an."

"That's a coincidence, our caravan is also going to Chang'an." Scar said nonsense and invited the two of them into the carriage.

The caravan continued on its way, but in an hour the snow began to fall heavier and heavier. At present, there are no people in front of and behind, and it is especially desolate. Scarhu couldn't help but get anxious at this time, hurriedly jumped out of the car, and shouted loudly for everyone to speed up the trip. For a moment, the sound of horses' hooves was much faster.

"Boss Hu, I'm afraid I won't be able to catch up with the county seat today, should we find a place to avoid the wind and snow?" The guy who was driving the car turned his head and asked.

"Let's go faster, there's a ruined temple ahead."

In my memory, there was an abandoned temple more than ten miles ahead. It was getting dark, and it would be dark in less than half an hour, and if you were quicker, you would be able to get to the ruined temple before it got dark.

Under a few trees outside the ruined temple, the horses stood quietly, shaking off the snow from time to time. In the ruined temple, everyone gathered around the fire to drink and chat, and a large number of goods were piled up not far away. Fortunately, Scar Hu remembered well and arrived at the broken temple in time. At this time, he was resting against a pile of dead grass.

The little girl was wrapped in a piece of fur, and she did not feel cold, but she was asleep at the moment. The old man leaned against the corner, his face slightly pale, and coughed quietly with his hands on his chest.