In the early morning, it was still very early, but the official road outside Luoyang City was already busy. The people from the towns and villages around Luoyang carried their goods and walked along the official road to Luoyang City, preparing to find a good location to set up a stall early in the morning.

There were also wagons and mules pulling goods, pulling a large cart of goods, ready to transport these goods to Luoyang City. In this hour that has just woken up, the people in Luoyang City have just woken up from their sleep, and when they are freshening up, a large group of people have already started a day's hard work.

Luoyang is the capital city, with a large population, and at the same time it is extremely prosperous. In the case of Henan Yin, a large area under his rule, its own grain output, is still a little beyond the power to supply Luoyang City, not to mention that there are still a large number of people under its own rule who also need to be fed. Therefore, most of the grain in Luoyang City was transported from all over the country, and only a small part was provided by the surrounding towns.

Every month, a large amount of grain will be transported into Luoyang City, so the busyness of the official road is no longer a matter of course. And not only grain, but also all kinds of products, and specialties from all over the world will be gathered in this capital. It can be said that the commerce in Luoyang City is extremely developed, and the prosperity of the entire Sili area is mostly because of Luoyang City.

In the crowd of people who were rushing and hurrying, there was a young man who was different. He was different from the pedestrians who hurried forward with large bags and small bags on his back, he walked very slowly, and from time to time he looked around, as if he was taking a walk.

He was also different from the pedestrians, the merchants, the common people, because he gave off a fishy smell. The smell of fish, very salty and salty, can smell this different smell from afar, although it is not the smell of stinky fish, it is enough for many people to speed up slightly when they pass by him, and unconsciously stay away from him.

The young man became more and more abrupt, like a stone in a rushing river, and the rush around him had nothing to do with him, he was one of the parts that didn't fit in. But this young man just hasn't changed, no matter what the eyes around him reveal in their inquiring, concern, or disgust, he is still the same.

He was dressed very simply, just a very ordinary outfit, not much different from those ordinary people on the official road. At most, the clothes are less shabby, and the patches on them are very chic, a lotus flower made of other colored silk threads, and the clothes look very neat. The only disharmony is the burden that this young man carries on his back.

The baggage was bulging, and he didn't know what was inside, but it wasn't the dissonance, and it was the focus of the strange gaze behind him. The disharmony lay in his baggage, where a salted fish half the thickness of an arm was tied, and the whole salted fish looked dry, and the staring fish's eyes looked sideways at the passers-by behind him.

A little resentful, more sad, the fish's eyes seemed to say that after it was fished out of the water, it was exposed to the despair and sorrow of I don't know how long.

Yes, I don't know why, the pedestrians behind me, who are obviously human, can feel the emotions of a salted fish that has already died, and they have the leisure to pay attention to such a salted fish in such a hurried morning. It was incredible, and many people shook their heads and twitched their noses, feeling that the sour fishy smell was getting saltier and heavier.

"Stop, you stop me, the pride of being a swordsman, you actually chose to run away! What a shame, stay for me to fight to the death, you bastard! A sword of blood squeezed out of the flow of people, gritting his teeth towards the position of the salted fish in front of him.

After seeing the salted fish in the marked row, the sword was bleeding almost subconsciously, and he remembered the battle when he was by the river outside Qu'a City in the past, and the fishy smell that shook off his cheeks was still deeply remembered by him until this moment. It's like someone is slapping his cheeks on both sides with a pair of palms, and the pride of being a swordsman was shattered in a shameful way at that time.

He pushed away the two merchants standing in front of him, squeezed his way out of the middle, and as he went, a river full of people parted and closed again. A sword chased after him with blood, and quickly approached the young man in front.

This way, such a process, is already extremely familiar to a sword flowing blood. Since he was dumped by Youmao outside Qu'a City, he has been constantly looking for Youmao, hoping to get back his lost pride with a fair duel. At the same time, he wants to eliminate the shame of this swordsman, that is, he is tired.

It's not about the name of the first swordsman in Qu'a, it's about the sword, it's about faith.

It's just that the other party is too slippery, like a loach, no matter what the situation, he can successfully get rid of him. After a series of failures, Yijian Drifting Blood finally realized that there was a greasy difference, and every time he found the other party, he chose to go all out!

With his fastest speed, more than a dozen times in two months, a sword can already go to the place he wants to go unscathed, no matter how dense the flow of people is. He didn't have time to waste, because the shout just now must have been heard. So you can only be fast and faster to be able to catch up with the other party and force you to have a fair and honest absolute game with him.

A sword to shed blood is always above board, because he only needs a sword to kill people, and a sword can make the other party bleed. Therefore, he will never take the sword from behind the enemy, such a despicable act, he will only defeat the opponent head-on. At this point, even in the face of someone like Mao, who can stir up waves and faintly twitch his sword heart, he will not change his habit all along.

Even if it's this habit, it will make you have a cat to run away successfully.

He walked the way of the fast sword, the fast sword, the fast sword, not the sneak attack and other superfluous things. Therefore, a sword is bleeding, and it will not make those superfluous choices, superfluous changes, as long as the sword is fast, everything else is nothing.

"Holy! Endless! It's endless! "Youmao heard the shout behind him, faintly, even if it was covered up by the various sounds of people on the official road, it became weak, and Youmao could recognize that it was the sound of a sword flowing blood.

Just as a sword is flowing with blood, you only need to see the back of the cat and the salted fish on the back to be able to recognize the cat greasy, and if you are tired, you can also identify which voice belongs to the sword no matter what the environment is. Because of the other party, that is the person who can use the sword no matter what the environment is, and will chase after him.

Sword. You are tired and don't plan to use a sword, because except for the hard salted fish on his back, he doesn't have a sword on him. He didn't plan to share life and death with a sword drifting blood, anyway, except for a little trouble, there really wasn't any life-and-death feud, so he just ran. Even if the other party is so resolute in killing intent, he is still the same, no matter what happens, he will not die.

Skill: The wind is blowing. There are some people in this world who are so keen, as long as the wind is a little tighter, they can also feel the difference, and at that moment, even the wind is pulled and carries him forward. Skill Effect: Increases movement speed by 60% for 30 seconds, and has a keen perception of the surrounding environment for the duration. Skill Cost: Ten points of stamina.

Skill: Oiling the soles of the feet. There are some people's feet that are so different, as if they have been smeared with oil, rubbing and rubbing on the smooth ground, and they keep sliding and rubbing. Skill Effect: Increases movement speed by 30% for 60 seconds, for a duration, can freely move through crowds, and improves the ability to cross obstacles. Skill Cost: Ten points of stamina.

Two skills, as well as the speed at which there was a cat's sudden outburst, in an instant, the distance between the two people who had been shortened was quickly pulled away after the cat used the skill and stepped out. In those dozen pursuits, there are only three short times when a sword is bloody, and these three times are still because there are cats who stay for various reasons.

It can be said that as long as there is a cat who wants to escape, then a sword will never be able to catch up with him. No matter how much tracking experience a sword has improved over the course of time, it can't smooth out the gap, not to mention that he is a swordsman who only specializes in swords, no matter how fast his sword is, he can't catch up with it, and there is no way for this sword to stab out.

"What are you squeezing, you don't have long eyes!?" One of the merchants was pushed away by a huge force behind him, and one stumbled, almost falling. He expressed his dissatisfaction with scolding, but the whole person was suddenly stupid, because the two figures, under his gaze, walked through the flow of people without many gaps, squeezed a way forward, and quickly disappeared from his field of vision.

"Bang!" In a tea shed next to the official road, a big man stomped his feet and stared at the boss and Xiao Er of the tea shed with a cruel gaze.

"Are you ready for your protection money?" He asked, clasping the back of his palms with his hands, and the crackling sound of the joints rang out in a row.

Looking at the tea shack owner with a panicked look on his face and dodgy eyes, the big man already knew something. The smile gradually grew cold, and he stared at the owner of the tea shed, grinning, revealing two rows of white teeth.

"It seems that you don't believe in evil. My Luoyang Xiaobawang is willing to charge your protection fee, that is your honor, since you are not willing to be protected by me, then if there is anything unsafe next, then I don't care. ”

"Smack." He clapped his hands, and after the applause, ten big men walked out of the tea shed, who were only a little less than him. These big men stared at the tea shack owner and Xiao Er, who began to tremble, and did not speak, but the palms of their hands holding the wooden sticks tightened.

"Brothers, smash this tea shed for me! Some people dare to brush the beard of my Luoyang little overlord, it seems that the old birthday star hanged himself, and he doesn't want to live! ”

"Call me!" The big man who called himself the little overlord of Luoyang pointed at the owner of the tea shed and shouted loudly.

"Okay, Boss!" The ten big men in the back walked slowly towards the owner of the tea shed, walking very slowly, with an unclear smile on their faces, but how they looked, how hideous. When passing by several tables, several big men also reached out and grabbed the table top and lifted it forward, and the whole table was suddenly overturned, and the porcelain bowls on the table were shattered into pieces, and the wooden chopsticks placed in the wooden cylinder were also scattered all over the ground.

While walking, ten big men walked in front of the tea shed owner and Xiao Er. Looking at the two, they were not in a hurry to start, but just looked at the two of them with a playful gaze, enjoying the awe of the tea shack owner and Xiao Er for them at this moment.

A crisp sound suddenly appeared, and when the ten big men heard this sound, they involuntarily turned around, and saw the boss with a confused face at the moment, crooked face, and a clear red mark on one cheek.

They looked to the side again, and saw a young man who appeared at some unknown time, and the salted fish in his hand. The salted fish stopped not far from their boss's cheek, and the dead fish eyes stared at the red mark on their boss's cheek, and what was hidden in the white eyes always seemed to be mockery?

"You..." Luoyang Xiaobawang didn't react for a while, his finger was greasy, the finger was constantly trembling, his lips were spurting, but he didn't weave the words for a long time.

"What are you?" There is a greasy hand raised.

"Smack!" The salted fish in his hand slapped on the other cheek of Luoyang Xiaobawang, making his face turn to the side again. The red mark was bright red, and it also had a salty smell of seawater.

Luoyang Xiaobawang was almost beaten to the point of dizziness, his whole mind was chaotic, and his cheeks were even more painful. Two heavy blows, the fishy smell that wrapped around his nose, made every breath he breathed extremely difficult, because the fishy smell was incomparably fishy.

"Little Overlord? Let you be the overlord, I'll let you be the overlord! The greasy salted fish was slapped again, this time directly on the forehead of the little overlord in Luoyang, and under a beat, this big man who was five big and three thick, and the fierce man was actually beaten and fell down.

"Hmph, and you." Holding the salted fish, the cat took the salted fish in his hand and played a fish flower (similar to a sword flower), and pointed the head of the salted fish at the ten big men whose jaws were about to fall to the ground.

"Come along, my salted fish is already hungry and thirsty!"

(End of chapter)