On that night, no one knows who was with whom, who said something to whom. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The next morning, the sun rose as usual, and it rode farther north.

Looking at the figure that hurriedly walked away, the little official guarding the city gate breathed a sigh of relief.

In Handan City, listening to the advice of his subordinates, Yan Xiaoliu muttered: "That master can be regarded as leaving!" ”

Not long after Lin Han left, another person rode away, heading towards the official road, the same horse, the same north, the only difference was that the person's whole body was shrouded in black robes, and he couldn't see the outline of his face clearly.

It didn't stop all the way, and it wasn't until Pingdingzhou appeared in sight that Lin Han slowed down and finally stopped.

Leading the horses, stepping alone in the disillusioned lights, walking through this silent street, there is no bright moon in the sky, only the bustling stars scrambling to overlook the earth, which makes people feel so dazzling.

The night shouldn't be like this, things shouldn't be like this, Lin Han lowered his head and walked on a lonely street corner, one person, one horse, but it was so lonely, as if something was missing, was there such a night, and he used to walk in this street and alley, and someone accompanied him at that time......

The same small inn, the same courtyard, the same room, it seems that even the furnishings inside have not been moved, but things are no longer people, Lin Han sighed, and summoned the innkeeper to prepare hot water.

The lead was gone, but he was not refreshed, Lin Han shook his head, opened the door open, looked at the quiet night outside, thinking, thinking, and couldn't help laughing.

turned around, returned to the table, opened the food box, took it out one by one, filled the table with cups and plates, and when he was carrying the teapot and pouring tea, Lin Han was stunned to find that he had unconsciously put down two teacups, looking at the dishes on the table, it was so familiar, not much, no less......

After all, Lin Han still filled both cups, smiled and raised his glass: "Respect those years that have long since dispersed, but live in our hearts." ”

As soon as he raised his hand, he poured the whole cup of tea into his throat, and when he coughed, he choked so much that tears flowed out, so spicy, so heavy, like a strong wine in the past, it was so intoxicating......

The night was still very long, but Lin Han lay on the bed early, closed his eyes, there was no whispering of warblers in his ears, and he couldn't sleep for a long time.

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The Blackwood Cliff was so high that the birds were desperate to scream and get out of the way.

At this moment, up and down the Black Wood Cliff, crowded with people, everyone is cautious, their eyes are constantly looking around, and even some visual blind spots will continue to be investigated, as if, they are guarding against something, and this situation has started a few days ago.

On the top of the black wood cliff, in a certain room, a one-eyed old man kept wiping the sword in his hand with silk, and kept muttering, "It should be coming." ”

Excited, scared? Or maybe there are some other emotions. The hand trembled slightly, as if he wanted to tell something......

Rihua traveled westward, and gradually was about to sink into the distant mountains, and the imaginary person never came.

When the sun retracted its last smile and drowned in the twilight, there was a person who showed a contemptuous smile on the mountain behind the Black Wood Cliff, and he was Lin Han.

"Heightened vigilance? Do you think I'm going to put my fate in the hands of others and let their likes and wits decide? Lin Han's gaze seemed to penetrate the mountain, looking towards a place on the top of the mountain, and sneered disdainfully.

Somewhere on the top of the cliff, it seemed that someone felt something, and there was a little throbbing in his heart, as if something bad was about to happen, but in the midst of doubt, that ethereal feeling was elusive.

Seeing that the sky was about to darken, Lin Han didn't stop any longer, put down the package in his hand, opened it carefully, and took out two foot-long short swords from it.

These two short swords were specially made by Lin Han in Handan City before, and they were very different from ordinary short swords and long daggers.

The short sword of cold light and clarity, of course, is one aspect, but the most important thing is the hardness, which is very hard, and according to Lin Han's requirements, the old blacksmith also mixed some other materials in it, making the short sword very wear-resistant, and at the same time, in order not to be easily broken, the thickness has been increased, almost twice that of ordinary short sword.

Looking at the short sword in his hand, although it was not the first time he had seen it, Lin Han was still full of praise and was very satisfied, of course, in order to deliberately create two such short swords, the amount of silver spent was not small, but Lin Han didn't care, as the so-called penny is worth everything, if you want the horse to run and don't give it grass, where is there such a good thing.

Putting down the two short swords, Lin Han took out a long rope from the package, unfolded it thinly, about three zhang long, and stretched a piece of rope in both hands, straining slightly, listening to the 'buzzing' sound between the ropes, Lin Han nodded with satisfaction.

The next moment, Lin Han put live buckles on both ends of the long rope, tied them in the round holes at the bottom of the two short swords, and carried the meter-long end, shaking it whirringly, and it took a long time before Lin Han put it away, but judging from his expression, he was still very satisfied.

After packing up his belongings, he came to the foot of the mountain, looking at the towering black wood cliff, Lin Han smiled: "Let me do it, you would never have dreamed that I would do better than you!" ”

With a cold snort, the tear-stained sword was tightly tied to his back, Lin Han held a short sword in one hand and a rope in the other, lifting his qi and leaning into his body, like a Dapeng bird, jumping two feet high in the flat ground, just when he was about to exhaust his strength, his toes lightly, stepped on the branches of a big tree, and jumped up again.

If it was three times, until there was no longer a fulcrum available at his feet, Lin Han straightened his chest and stomach, and in the moment of being in the air, his left hand holding the short sword was thrown upwards fiercely.

The cold and shining sharp short sword, under the impetus of Lin Han's true qi, shot out like an arrow from the Xuan, and behind it, the long rope that was tied up spread out and spread straight ahead.

With a sound, feeling the force in his hand, a smile appeared on the corner of Lin Han's mouth, and just as his body was falling rapidly, he pulled the rope back with his left hand, and with the power of this recoil, Lin Han's whole body was like a golden-winged Dapeng bird, and he swayed up again.

When he crossed the place where the short sword entered the stone, he flicked his arm again, pulled out the previous short sword, and shook the other short sword tied to the other end, and the next moment, the second short sword sank into the stone wall again.

In this way, drawing a scoop according to the gourd, the rest of the matter is much easier, and with each repetition, Lin Han's figure will rise by two or three feet.

Elegant, natural, and free, Lin Han's arm waved, and the cliff of Heimu Cliff was no longer out of reach.

Two years ago, after knowing that Ren Xing went to the Feng Zen Platform through the back mountain of Songshan Mountain, Lin Han thought that there would be such a day, in fact, in his mind, there was already such a method, and the success of Ren Xing to the top was just to sprout the memory in his mind and regenerate new branches.

In that distant memory, there was a very deep memory, it was an animated martial arts film called "Fengyun Jue", in which Nie Feng reached the stream at the bottom of the cliff through the 'snow drinking knife' in his hand and a tenacious rattan in his hand.

The only difference is that Nie Feng is from the top down, while what Lin Han is doing today is from the bottom up, but apart from the increase in difficulty, what is the difference?

Under Lin Han's advance preparation, the rope is naturally better than the rattan, and the cost is only the length of time.

In the whirring wind, by flicking the specially made short sword, Lin Han's figure was like a Dapeng bird, constantly pulling up.

In the faint twilight, the sunset has been silent for a long time, and in reluctance, more and more light is gathered back, perhaps after returning to the furnace, early tomorrow morning, it will shine in the east.

But none of this had anything to do with Lin Han, just when the sky was completely dark, he finally flew in the last body, and in an instant, he crossed the last mountain rock, and in that high mid-air, after staying in the air, like an eagle pounced on wild food, roaring and falling towards the ground at a faster speed.

The speed was getting faster and faster, and he was about to fall on the craggy gravel, falling to pieces, and at the last moment, Lin Han flicked his arm again, only this time, the direction of the short sword's flight was no longer upward, but obliquely towards a tall tree high on the top of the cliff.

With the whirring cold wind, with a 'grab' sound, the short sword sank into the trunk, leaving only a ring still outside, the rope swayed, Lin Han took advantage of this whirling and swaying force, will sweep across the ground, like a swing, quickly fly to the top of the tree, reach out and hook, put it together, and once again with the help of the power of the whirlwind, the speed is reduced, and finally stand firmly on the first branch branch.

Climbing high, looking far away, stepping on the canopy of trees, it is like trampling everything in the world under your feet.

In the dim night, perhaps because he was standing too high, Lin Han only felt that the stars tonight were particularly shining, as if he could pick the bright pearl in his hand with a slight stretch of his hand, and play with it at will, just like somewhere in the Black Wood Cliff.

In the cold night wind, Lin Han stood at the top of the tall canopy, closed his eyes heavily, took a deep breath, exhaled into life, and after some catharsis, he slowly opened his dark eyes, among them, there was a raging flame, burning vigorously, gradually spreading, as if to swallow the entire night sky.

Under the illumination of a little starlight, he searched carefully, and finally, Lin Han's eyes were fixed on a certain place, where there was a faint firelight flickering, it was not the stars in the sky, but the fireworks in the world.

Finding the target, Lin Han laughed out loud: "Let me do it, I'm coming!" ”

Falling from the top of the big tree, when he passed the wooden short sword, Lin Han stretched out his palm, and with a slight pat, the short sword shot out, but it was grasped by Lin Han in his hand.

Finding the target, Lin Han threw out the short sword, and then his toes moved again and again, stepping on the snow to find plums, and flying towards that bit of light.