The cold moon hangs high, as bright as frost and snow.

A wolf howl came from the far and lonely distance, and was sent by the wind, to the narrow passage of strange rocks, to the ear of a man.

Person?

A seated person.

He sat on a bare, smooth, almost weathered stone, holding his sword, his arms folded, his head hung down, his eyes half-closed, as if he were recuperating his spirits, and as if he were sleeping.

More like a little lonely, raised his head, his eyes swept over the edge of the hat, looking at the moon, looking at a thin cloud floating under the moonlight, in an instant, a pair of indescribable eyes lit up in the dark night, clear and dust-free, clear and clean as promised, I don't know whether the moon reflects the eyes, or the eyes reflect the moon, in a trance, the earth on this earth seems to fall two moons out of thin air, beautiful like a dream, like a fantasy.

By the way, he still has a sword.

A sword hidden in the sheath, grasped in his hand and held in his arms, the five fingers that seemed to be grasped carelessly, were as compact, tough, and even unshakable as a rock.

The sword is held steadily.

He also had knives.

The three shiny and cold knives, tightly bound by a hemp rope around his waist, were also very stable, at least they would not be shaken until he pulled them out.

Lonesome? It really should be lonely, how can anyone in this barren and uninhabited Gobi Desert not be lonely?

The moon is very round, reflecting the shadow of people, shining with the shadow of a knife, and the shadow of the clouds, it should be lonely.

The moon is full, and people are not round.

He's waiting for someone.

Wait for the people he wants to kill, the people who should be killed.

The cold wind was cold, piercing the bones and slicing the flesh, and it was a long night.

The wind and dust are long, and I don't know where to start and where to end.

"Jingle bell!"

The silver bells on the wrist jingle and slip out of the cuffs.

The hour passed quietly, and before I knew it, the moon had risen to the middle of the sky.

Three more.

There was finally a different sound in the distance.

It was the sound of horses galloping and shouting and galloping, and it was very clear in this dead and quiet night, like a rushing tide, shaking the sand and dust.

The lower half of the hat's face that fell in the moonlight slowly turned towards the sound, his face was smiling, pursing his lips and grinning, and at the junction of light and darkness, a red tear mole was like a drop of coagulated blood.

"Jingle bell—"

The silver bell on the wrist trembled more urgently.

Murderous.

He slowly straightened up, let go of his arms around him, and paced to the edge of the narrow road, looking down at the huge ravine in front of him, and glancing at the men and horses that came straight away.

Don't panic, don't be busy, turn around and walk to the huge mountain rock that Shicai is leaning on, his breath sinks, his feet take root, he pushes his shoulders against his elbows, he bursts into a deep breath, and he has leaned towards the mountain stone.

"Hah!"

The people who are waiting, here they come.

……

In the narrow lane.

The horses are neighing and flying, about twenty rides, some people still carry the wine bags in the inn in their hands, and they don't forget to take a bite before leaving, and some people are grabbing the leg of mutton that has not been gnawed, and they don't care whether they are stained with sand and dust, and their mouths are full of oil.

"This meat is so damn good!"

"A group of unproductive things, the real taste is the boss lady, look at that figure, how long has it been since Lao Tzu opened meat, and it is cheaper to buy that boy who is not a man or a woman!"

"General, if that kid is caught, I'm afraid that the boss lady won't give in, so you can knead it, hehe!"

"I can open an inn in this area, black and white, explore the bottom first, and there is a lot of oil and water, anyway, the meat is already in the mouth, hehe, I can't fly!"

The garrison was chatting with Qianhu.

But I saw a "boom" sound, and on the mountain on one side, a huge mountain rock with a height of one person rolled out.

"Be careful!"

Some people exclaimed, stole the reins wildly, and for a time there was a lot of chaos, the horses neighed, and the chaos became a mess, some of them crashed together and were kicked and trampled on by the broken tendons, and some were run over by boulders, and even people and horses were pressed into meatloaf.

This boulder came suddenly, and the timing was just right, and the light cavalry of twenty people broke off at the waist, and the combat power was reduced by half.

Another man pressed lightly on the horse's back, and jumped in the air, and the man was already high and long, avoiding the stones, and in the end he was still a soldier, and there was still something, but the horse under him was knocked out of the way.

"Who is it?"

Qianhu shouted angrily, and the rest of the people drew their swords one after another.

The soldier, who was still in the air, changed his face drastically, and a black shadow that swirled like the wind flew out of the darkness with a scalp-tingling hum, and landed his head impartially.

His vision dimmed, and his jumping body stiffened, and he fell straight to the ground.

"Tut-tut!"

A surprising chuckle followed, looking for prestige, and then saw that under the moonlight, a tall figure with a hat was slowly walking out of the shadows, the bell on his wrist rang crisply, and he was holding a drop of blood in his hand, shaking and loosening, and a frightened head with facial features had fallen to the ground.

"It is said that the soldiers are the soldiers in the army, brave and good at fighting, how can you all be like soft-footed shrimp, it is really disappointing!"

"It's you!"

Qianhu listened to the familiar laughter, how could he not recognize it, he had heard it before.

The hat slid down, revealing a face that would never be forgotten by anyone who had seen it.

Su Qing.

"What are you going to do?"

Chino's face was gloomy.

"You can't see that?"

Su Qing pointed to the corpse on the ground.

"Later, you'll be like them, but before I do, I'll have to cut out your tongue and stab your foul mouth!"

Five fingers and one buckle under the hands.

A circle of arc blades popped out of the outer edge of the blood droplets, and with a flick of the arm, the blood droplets flew out again in the buzzing, and the knife wheel spun, heading straight towards the Qianhu cover.

"What kind of weapon is this?"

The rest of the soldiers saw that they did not change color, Qianhu's eyes were sharp, and the killing machine was imminent, he clamped the horse's belly with his legs, and his right arm was reined, and the horse sat down and neighed and stood up, and between the lightning and flint, the blood drops that had fallen on his head happened to fall on the horse's head.

"Click!"

The horse's blood was sprinkled, the horse fell to the ground, Qianhu looked fierce, and shouted: "Kill me!" ”

All the soldiers received the order, and when the blood drops were withdrawn, they rode their horses to catch up.

In the end, this blood drop is still an assassination weapon, and he is good at attacking far away with close range, Su Qing took it back for a moment, and his right hand was loosely chained to hold the sword, as well as the knife.

He held the sword in his right hand, drew the knife in his left hand, the sword light was bright, the sword light was also bright, his body moved, only in the sudden crisp sound of the jingle bell, he strode up, his legs exerted force, his body volleyed together, his arms spun around, and in the moonlight, he suddenly saw a blue and a white two cold light and shadow, flying from a distance to a close place, flying past the necks of the first few soldiers.

"Puff puff ......"

The knife entered the flesh and blood, the sword entered the bone throat, and the three good heads suddenly bounced up from the shoulders and necks of the three people, and the horses under the seat were unabated, and the three headless bodies with knives spraying blood drove out more than ten or twenty meters, and then slowed down the pace.

"Plop!"

The corpse fell to the ground.

Su Qing laughed strangely in his mouth, and his flying body sank suddenly, like a flying swallow, disappeared in front of their eyes, with a hook of his toes, hanging the reins of a fast horse, the person had drilled down the horse's belly, and stabbed obliquely with a sword, and there was another scream, a person was bleeding from the waist and abdomen, and turned over and fell from the horse.

"Dismount!"

Seeing this, Qianhu shouted, his horse was dead, and he rolled to the ground at the right time, and when he saw Su Qing's fierceness, his face was gloomy as if he could drip water.

There were less than ten soldiers left, and at this time, they all jumped off their horses when they heard the order, and looked nervously and solemnly at the figure not far away, shaking their swords and throwing knives.

"It is said that all living beings are suffering, I don't see it at all, in this world, some people live without people and ghosts, this is right, life is difficult, life is also difficult, but some people always want to pretend to be a cannibal ghost, since this is the case, we will give you a ride!"

As soon as his feet stopped, Su Qing's sword tip turned, stabbing to death a soldier who was still moaning at his feet, and then turned his head and squinted his eyes and said softly:

"What do you think?"