It's winter.

It was snowing heavily and the wind was cold.

I haven't seen such a big snow in many years, and it's overwhelming and overwhelming. The pedestrians and vendors on the street wrapped their robes and gray jackets one by one, but the clothes were so thin that no matter how tightly they were wrapped, the cold wind could always find a crack in them, and the frozen people shivered.

It was the middle of winter.

In Baoding City, in front of a magnificent and luxurious mansion, the carriages and horses are like dragons, and the guests who come and go are not a powerful person, or a famous hero in the world, or a martial arts giant, or a dignitary, or even a wealthy businessman from all over the world.

"Xingyunzhuang!"

In the vast snow, the three words are embedded on the head of the door, attracting the attention of countless people, respectfully, offering congratulatory gifts, and reporting the surname by name.

"The iron courage shocks the eight directions, Qin Xiaoyi, Old Man Qin has arrived!"

"Iron-faced selfless Zhao Zhengyi Zhao Daxia has arrived!"

"Luoyang Mansion Tian Qiye has arrived!"

"Moyun Hand Gongsun Daxia has arrived!"

……

Each name and surname of the characters, every time they say one, they cause a burst of exclamations.

In today's martial arts, since "Bai Xiaosheng" lined up the weapon spectrum more than ten years ago, there have been disputes among martial artists in the world, but the truly recognized peak masters are actually just that hand.

The number one is of course the "Tianji Stick", in terms of seniority, the old man of Tianji became famous before the famous man Shen Lang, and his martial arts are even more unfathomable, but this person has seen the beginning and the end, and has been extinct for many years.

The second is the "Dragon and Phoenix Golden Ring", although Shangguan Jinhong is famous all over the world, but somehow, he has avoided the mortal dust for a long time and has never easily set foot in the martial arts, so most of them only hear his name and do not see his person.

Third, "Xiao Li Flying Knife", who has lived in seclusion outside the customs for many years, disappeared.

……

In the end, the remaining ones are a generation of new people replacing the old, and the masters of the rise of the rivers and lakes in the past ten years.

In front of the gate, a pair of couplets written by the royal pen are still there.

"One door and seven jinshi, father and son three flowers!"

Today is no ordinary day, but the day when the young master of this mansion turns ten. The birthday celebration of a little baby is comparable to a martial arts event, and all the heroes of the rivers and lakes are invited here, which undoubtedly gives the owner Long Siye a lot of face.

However, ten years ago, this mansion was not called that.

However, time passes, and what changes is not just one river and lake.

The house was lively, and the beggars in the city were also stained, and after a feast, all the leftovers that were not eaten were scattered to the flower children in the city, and even those wild dogs followed to fight; People and dogs compete for food, such a scene, Zhuang Ding seems to see the lively, laughing from ear to ear, from time to time to provoke, only a few beggars for a bite to eat, and wild dogs fight for their lives, blood sprinkled on the snow, until the end, then drag the bloody body, limping away with food.

In front of Xingyunzhuang is a laneway, the laneway together with the long street, diagonally opposite but ten or twenty steps, there is an inn there.

At the door, the bare flagpole towered into the wind and snow, as if something was missing.

"Yuelai Inn!"

The shopkeeper is over sixty years old, with gray hair, wearing an inconspicuous gray-brown cotton robe, looking at the bustle at the door of "Xingyunzhuang", and a sneer came out of his mouth.

Although this Long Xiaoyun is famous, it is the great foundation of the Li family in the past, and then he has made friends with people in the rivers and lakes in the north and south, so he has such a prestige now.

It's a pity that the Li family was such an amazing family at the beginning, a scholarly family, a famous one, in the end, a huge family business that has been running for several generations, is actually cheaper than this guy, just a child's birthday, can make such a big pomp, I'm afraid the world doesn't know his ability Long Xiaoyun.

But sneering is sneering, all he can do is laugh, in the rivers and lakes, there is no shortage of villains who are full of benevolence and morality, but behind the scenes are insidious and hypocritical, and there is no shortage of such a person.

A banquet was not until twilight fell, and the carriages and horses in front of the village gradually dispersed.

The inn is deserted.

On this snowy day, who wants to come out and be frozen.

The snow deepened, and the lights gradually lit up in the night.

The old shopkeeper shouted to the man, put the tables and chairs back up, and waited for the door to close.

The wind and snow are like knives, and on the long street in the dark night, there is silence, only the wind and snow are whistling, rolling back and forth between heaven and earth.

Faintly, a weak cough came out of nowhere, venting the dying vitality, such a heavy snow, enough to freeze many people to death.

The old shopkeeper seemed to have heard it, and sighed helplessly, he held his hands, shrunk his neck, and saw that the night was getting thicker, so he got up and prepared to close the door, and the wind and snow blew in, like a knife scraping human flesh.

As he walked to the door, he saw that in those narrow alleys, the eyes with green light lit up and swept under the firelight, which were very hungry wild dogs, and when he saw the round things in the dog's mouth, the old shopkeeper's face changed, and he scolded "beast".

It's a head.

When he shows disgust, he closes the door.

"Wait!"

But I heard that on the street, a voice floated softly, fell into my ears, and it was very clear.

The old shopkeeper was stunned when he heard the sound, and subconsciously looked at both ends, but the place where he could see, but Xu, the night was thick like ink, and the wind and snow made it difficult to find all directions.

As he was looking, his eyes widened, his old face trembled, and he saw that the few wild dogs not far away who were eating meat seemed to have been smashed by a giant hammer, and their bodies exploded again and again, screaming without a sound, and they died in a blink of an eye.

A weird scene, he was trembling when he looked at it, and he was still waiting for a fart, so he quickly closed the door.

But as soon as he retracted his gaze, he pushed the door, and on the long street, a figure floated as if it was not touching the ground, and it swung straight from a distance, with black hair flying in the wind, as if there were bursts of crisp bells, and he was creepy to watch.

His face was blue.

It wasn't until the man stopped and slowly landed in front of him that he saw clearly that the other party was a human.

And he was also an extremely handsome man, his flesh and blood were white as if there was no blood, and his eyebrows were as cold as ice.

Not waiting for him to catch his breath.

The man had put his hands behind his back and stepped into the inn calmly, and at the same time said, "Where is the bearer of the flag?" ”

The old shopkeeper's face was blue and white, and it was even more frightening and ugly than seeing a ghost.

He jumped out one or two feet in one step, ran five steps in a row, and copied out a blue Burmese sword from behind the counter, pointed at the tip of the sword, and said in a suspicious scream, "Who are you?" ”

But immediately, as if he had lost his soul, his whole body was weak, his head was covered with cold sweat, and the sword in his hand was trembling.

The man in Tsing Yi in front of him just glanced at him lightly, turned his palm, and took out a green and faint mask from his arms, which was shaped like a dragon's head, grotesque and cold.

"Where's the flag-bearer?"

This voice is a bit heavy.

Asked again.

"Plop!"

The old shopkeeper trembled, abandoned his sword and knelt down, honestly frightened, and said in a trembling voice, "Belong, subordinate Chen Er, see the head of the big dragon, I am the person in charge of the banner of this city!" ”

Su Qing's eyes flickered, and he pondered for a moment, and said

"Get up!"

He turned his gaze, glanced at the direction of "Xingyunzhuang" in the distance, thought about it, and then his eyelids trembled, and he saw the snowflakes outside the door suddenly flowing backwards, turning into clear handwriting.

……

Name: Su Qing

The world's Xiao Li flying knife

Identity: The head of the dragon of the Blue Dragon Society

Mission: Dominate the martial arts

Process none

……

"It seems that it's been a few years since I left!"

Retracting his gaze, Su Qing raised his sleeves, the wooden door closed, and he said lightly

"Tell me about what has happened over the years!"