The twilight is dark, the dead trees are bald, and the jackdaws are singing alone.

The sound of horses' hooves was near, as if they were striking on the heartstrings of a person, and a sound fell on the stone slab; Eight healthy horses galloped in, the sand and gravel under their hooves trembling and the dust flying, and finally they drove past the teahouse, but their eyes stopped for a moment on a torn gold ring on the ground, and the blood on the ground that had not been covered by the wind and dust, and at last they saw the man sitting by the window.

They should have seen it, because there was no one on the street, and they were all huddled in their homes, hidden behind doors and windows, and cautiously peeking outside, as if it had become an empty town, without any living people.

Therefore, the pool of blood and the gold ring on the ground are particularly clear.

They really ought to see this man, because no one could ignore him, the sun was sunning, the shirt was dark, and the man seemed to be a little disgusted and brushed the smoke and dust from the horse's hooves, as if he loved his clothes so much that he could not tolerate a little dust.

Then he said, "Hurry up, it's too dusty!" ”

The words were spoken in a light tone.

"Who are you?"

On these eight horses, there are eight people sitting upright, dressed exactly the same, and they all belong to the same force.

They are all blue cloth arrow clothes, their wrists are tightly tied, their heads are covered with green paps, their feet are double-pointed shoes, and under the leggings of the thousand waves, the white socks are faintly exposed, all of them have fierce expressions, cold eyes and cold faces, and they are agile; On their backs, they each carried a snow-bright steel knife.

Su Qing unhurriedly took out the invitation in his arms, raised his hand and pointed to the "Fengyun Inn", and said, "The person who went there." ”

As soon as he said this, the eyes of the eight people changed.

"Who are you?"

Su Qing said with a smile, "In Xia Su Qing, but just an unknown junior, I picked up an invitation on the side of the road when I came, and I wanted to join in the fun!" ”

"Hmph, the excitement is not something that can be done casually, nobody? can actually break the gold ring of the "Red Hair Gang", I believe that in a few days, you will be able to become famous! A long-faced, black-faced swordsman opened his mouth, he held the reins in one hand and a horsewhip in the other, his words were indifferent, and there was a sneer on the corner of his mouth.

Hearing this, Su Qing blinked, as if he regretted it, "Oh? Is one famous? Then it seems that I should have broken all the rings of those nine people, and that fame will definitely be bigger, and I don't look at it very much! ”

"Nine people? Red-haired nine masters? ”

The eight swordsmen glanced at each other, their eyes were full of jealousy and vigilance, and they whispered "Su Qing" in their mouths, but no matter how hard they racked their brains, they couldn't think of when there was such a person on the rivers and lakes, but they still refused to admit defeat, and said coldly, "Hehe, what a big breath, let's talk about it when you get out of the inn alive, since you have a grudge with the "Red Hair Gang", their gang leader will definitely not let you go!" ”

Su Qing's eyes lit up and asked, "Is that if I broke the golden ring of their gang leader, my name will be even greater?" ”

The eight people looked at each other, frowned when they listened, and then spat and scolded angrily, "Dare to love is a madman, wasting our time, I advise you to hurry up and buy a coffin, lest there be no one to collect the corpse when the time comes!" ”

Su Qing shook his head undeniably and smiled, "Alas, people, how can you live in this life without being crazy, otherwise you will remember everything clearly, there are so many people you have met in your life, if you write them all down, wouldn't it be too tiring!" ”

The eight swordsmen no longer looked at him like they were avoiding the madman and the plague god, but galloped towards the "Fengyun Inn", and when they swept through the door, the eight people drew their backhands at the same time, and the steel knives behind their backs were unsheathed together, and they waved their hands again.

The sword light is like electricity, and it has left his hand.

Before and after a moment.

"Take!"

There was a muffled sound.

The flagpole in front of the inn shook, and then looked, there were already snow bright steel knives inserted on it, from top to bottom, the handle of the knife still kept shaking, trembling, and the red silk on the handle "whirred" rolled up, as if blended into the last touch of afterglow.

And the eight swordsmen had long since disappeared into the drowsy twilight, and they could only see the smoke dragon fading away.

Su Qing smashed his mouth, as if looking at the excitement, his eyes were full of strange colors, he cherished the current leisure time, after all, outside this teahouse, there is another river and lake, it is about to get dark, and he is about to go out.

After leaving this building and entering this river and lake, I am afraid that I will not be able to sleep and eat peacefully in the future.

And, for sure, there are still people coming.

Until the fiery red of the sky darkened little by little, and the twilight was as thick as ink, and in the sporadic gloomy sky, a fast horse suddenly came out of the street, and the sound of the horse's hooves was urgent, and those who were frightened and had just gotten up were busy hiding again.

A horse, but menacing, with the sound of hooves like a rushing wave, swept through the stone street.

It was a white white horse, from beginning to end, no variegated color, neighing and howling, but it was strange to say, just when it was about to cross the teahouse, a pair of strong and thick arms suddenly exerted force, black iron like five fingers and a pull of the reins, the white horse suddenly raised its head and lifted its head, and its front hooves stood up like a person.

On horseback, there was a bearded man with a bare upper body, his exposed muscles, bulging in pieces, as if he was beaten by copper pouring iron, a pair of tiger eyes looked straight at the bright red invitation on the table, he said in a muffled voice, and asked, "Where did you get this invitation?" ”

"Pick it up!"

Under the firelight, Su Qing leaned against the window and smiled gently.

The black man's eyes first opened, then stared, and smiled coldly.

"Since it was picked up, it's not yours, you have to return it!"

Su Qing was surprised: "Could it be yours?" ”

The black man glared. "If you don't give it, you have to die!"

Su Qing looked at him and smiled lightly, "Arrogant enough!" ”

"Hey!"

As he spoke, the black man's eyes widened, like a copper bell, the essence of light burst out, he shouted loudly, his muscles trembled, his feet stepped on the stirrups, his five fingers exerted force, and he pulled the reins; The white horse stood up, raised its front hooves in a long neigh, and stepped towards Su Qing.

"Whew!"

Su Qing smiled and didn't speak, but with a flick of his wrist, the two chopsticks he was holding flew out with a whoosh.

The black man stepped on his back and stood up, and suddenly saw two black shadows shooting, one prostrating, his arms and the horse's neck, and the white horse was as if it had been pulled aside, neighing again and again.

As soon as the front hooves of the white horse fell, the black man had already jumped down, roaring like thunder in his mouth, and only shouted, "Ah! ”

Five fingers and one buckle, so that the black tiger digging out the heart, a pair of hands without palm prints, full of thick calluses.

"Poof!"

The lamp and candle that had just been lit just now, at this moment, seemed to be taken by this terrible claw wind, swaying and trembling, and suddenly extinguished.

But at the moment when the candle flame went out.

"Choke!"

The trembling sound rose sharply, only at the moment when the firelight was about to disperse and be extinguished, the black man saw the person in front of him, put away the invitation casually with one hand, and touched and twitched it on his waist with the other hand, and the three-foot white mang had jumped into his eyes, like a finger twisting in the air like a catkins.

"Soft sword?"

The black man looked at the sword on Su Qing's back, and then looked at the soft sword in his hand, his face changed greatly, and he was full of anger, but Bai Mang had already wrapped around his right arm like a snake, the tip of the sword crossed his arm, and the cold mang confided, only under his shocked gaze, from top to bottom, and submerged into his armpit.

The stinging pain struck, as if the tendons had been picked off, and the tiger's claws had been weakened.

was shaking himself, and the three-foot white practice actually wrapped around his neck like a soft whip with a strange trembling sound.

"Ahh

I don't know if he was frightened or frightened, he was now in the air, and he suddenly sank into his abdomen, making a thousand pounds of falling, and the cold light on the top of his head rolled over, bringing up a few strands of broken hair, and before he could breathe, the rolled up sword body was suddenly shaken straight, and then rolled to the other side, this time it was entangled.

The black man's face was colorless, and he said sharply

"You,"

The words will be spoken, the sword has been withdrawn, and the sound has stopped abruptly.

His lips moved, as if he had something to say, but he struggled to move, and while he turned around, he staggered three steps, and saw a red mark as thin as a hair on his neck, slowly revealed.

"Poof!"

The blood mist erupted, and the black man had fallen to the ground and died in the middle of the street.

The sword body shook like a whip, the blood beads were scattered, Su Qing got up and turned his right hand, only to see that the three feet were around his fingers, and he had climbed up to his waist like a spiritual snake returning to a cave and put it into the sheath.

Looking at the corpse on the ground, Su Qing muttered, "It seems that my idea is right, no matter how loud it is, I still have to die!" ”

Outside the window, the white horse hissed incessantly, and its owner died, as if it was aware of it, it turned around and ran towards the other end, and disappeared in the twilight west wind in an instant.

The guy was pushed out by the shopkeeper, showed a smile that was more ugly than crying, and said tremblingly, "Guest officer, we're closing!" ”

Su Qing smiled, threw down a few corners of scattered silver, pinched a few sweet and glutinous candied fruits, walked out of the teahouse, and walked towards the Fengyun Inn.

When he arrived at the door, he looked at the gold ring on the wall, and then looked at the eight-handled steel knife on the flagpole, thought about it, only shook his sleeves and reached out his hand, pressed his left hand on the wall, spit out the breath in his mouth, jumped on the back of his hand, and slowly pressed it down, and then saw that the green bricks under his palm were powdered and sprinkled with the wind.

When I picked it up again, there was already a palm print two or three inches deep on the wall.

After doing all this, Su Qing threw the candied fruit, picked up the body of the black man while continuing with his mouth, and walked towards the place where the white horse left, and disappeared into twilight in a blink of an eye.

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By this moment, night had fallen.

The streets were deserted, there was no light, and every house closed its doors and windows.

At this time, there was suddenly a sound of footsteps on the street, it was a middle-aged scribe, with a blue shirt and white socks, a clear face, and a slow and leisurely walk, but his eyes were shining.

With his hands behind his back, he took a leisurely stroll at the ink-stained marks on the ground, his eyes flickered, and then he walked straight to the inn, took off the gold ring embedded in the wall, and knocked on the flagpole with a smile.

"Bang!"

The eight-handled steel knife that seemed to grow on it immediately fell, the sleeves of the robe rolled up again, and the wind swept up, and the eight-handled knife in the air was wrapped by him like floating feathers, and with a shake of his hand, the eight-handled knife was already inserted into the ground.

But the smile on his face was stunned, and a pair of eyes looked straight at the inconspicuous palm print hidden in the darkness, and there seemed to be stone dust floating down it.

After looking at it for a while, the scribe said in a deep voice, "Where is the flag?" ”

In the inn, a thin black shadow heard the sound and came out, the rabbit fell and fell, like an ape, and climbed the flagpole with both hands and feet, and jumped with kicks, and in the blink of an eye, the person was already squatting on the pole head.

He carefully took out a folded flag from his bosom, and as soon as he hung it, the big flag spread out in the wind and flew like a cloud.

Look through the remnants of the lantern.

In the whistling and cold west wind, on the snow-white flag, a black dragon with teeth and claws seemed to come to life, twisting and galloping, as if it would break the clouds and fly away.

It is, the Blue Dragon Society.

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