Midwinter.

It snowed cold.

The town is white.

On the long street, many people from the rivers and lakes galloped and came and went in a hurry.

It's just because of an earth-shattering event recently, the sword god Xie Xiaofeng, died.

It is said that Yan Shisan rushed to Shenjian Villa when he heard the news, and he fought because of Xie Xiaofeng's death, and hit Shenjian Villa, and then abandoned the sword in the green water lake, where he was missing, and his whereabouts are unknown.

The two top swordsmen in the world are now dead and hidden, which makes people sigh, but there is also Tianzun.

Now that Xie Xiaofeng is dead, Shenjian Villa has no longer to rely on, in the world, who can curb the trend of "Tianzun" dominating the martial arts, everywhere he passes, there is killing, those who follow it prosper, and those who go against it die, a bloody storm......

The small shop is simple, it is a tea house, open at the corner of the street, the sky is still only slightly bright, the morning fog on the street has not dispersed, the middle-aged man in the tea house has opened the door to do business, selling some baked cakes and buns, soybean milk snacks, full of fireworks.

The man is nearly fifty years old, wearing a cloth jacket, his temples have been spotted, his complexion is dark, his lips are cracked with blood, and his face is covered with a layer of oil.

The dim lights in the store, looming in the fog, sometimes there are passing Jianghu customers to rest for a while, drink something, and then fill their stomachs, business is not good, but it is not deserted.

The name of the town is Kuhai Town.

The world is like a sea of suffering, and all living beings fight to cross.

It is said that this is the name given by a big man in the "Blue Dragon Society" decades ago; This is the most famous gold cave on the rivers and lakes, gentle township, hero mound, there are eating, drinking and women, the world, but all men, no one does not want to come here to be merry and happy, squander and enjoy, into this, maybe you were rich yesterday, today you will be poor and white, and be swept out; Even if you are a hero who is famous all over the world, or a hero of the powerful side, as long as you stay here for ten days and a half months, I am afraid that you will soften your bones, lose your ambition, sink into it, and you can't extricate yourself.

Red dust is like a sea of bitterness, speaking of which, in this world, martial artists, striving for fame and fortune, are nothing more than the word "enjoyment", and all they ask for are three things, eating, drinking, and women.

And here, it is undoubtedly the best enjoyment.

A carriage was driven out of the town, and the car was full of corpses, many of which were famous and moved, but they did not die in the shadow of the sword and sword, but only because they had no money to settle the bill, they were beaten to death, their clothes were stripped off, and they were lying on it naked.

The old man who was driving the car also asked for a bowl of soy milk and two baked cakes in the tea house, and only after eating and drinking did he drive the carriage into the fog.

The middle-aged man seemed to have been accustomed to it for a long time, and he didn't look at the corpse on the carriage, and did his own work.

Until.

"Stepping on ......"

Footsteps came again in the fog, coming out from afar, as if they were about to enter the town.

However, the sound of the footsteps was a little strange, the spacing of the sounds, the magnitude of the sound, all seemed to be exactly the same, just as if the walking man had measured every step with a ruler, smooth and rhythmic.

The shopkeeper twisted his eyebrows when he listened, stopped kneading the dough, and subconsciously looked at the fog.

I saw that in the vast fog, a cyan figure slowly walked over.

What's even more strange is that this person hasn't come over yet, and there are suddenly more people on the originally deserted street, some riding fast horses, some galloping, some are sitting in sedan chairs, there are men, some women, and more old and young, these people are crowded with his small shop almost instantly, and then throw down a few taels of silver, sit intently, staring at the person who came over, and at the same time said: "Shop, we have all the things in your store!" ”

Wait until the man emerges from the fog step by step.

The aura of these people became heavier, and their eyes gradually widened, and their eyes were bloodshot from excessive nervousness.

The middle-aged man also saw it, looked at the person who came, and looked at the other party's green clothes, and the face mask on his face, his eyes couldn't help but change.

There are many people in this world who wear blue clothes, and there are many people who like to wear masks, but there are very few people who wear both green clothes and masks.

This reminded him of a person decades ago, a person who was almost like a god and a demon, this person, who had slaughtered the world and shocked the martial arts, and even now, few people mentioned it, not to forget, but not to dare, it has long been a taboo in martial arts, the eight major factions in the rivers and lakes have collapsed because of it, and the demon sect has been defeated because of it, even if it is the sword god Xie Xiaofeng, the only defeat in this life is also given to him.

No, no, now that decades have passed, even that person should be a late old man, but this thought was abandoned by him in a blink of an eye, and he thought of something, some secrets, so that his whole face was uncertain, as if he was frightened.

He looked at the visitor, who seemed to be aware of it, and also looked over, the light under the mask was obscure and unfathomable, and this strangeness made him even more worried.

"Omniscient, I'm going to exchange things with you!"

The people sitting in the shop couldn't wait to speak, and now the people on the rivers and lakes, no one is looking for the traces of the people who came, waiting and waiting.

Su Qing looked away from the shopkeeper's face and said softly, "Say, what to change?" ”

Unexpectedly, the bearded man with a black face glared, his eyes were full of fierce light, and he sneered: "Haha, I want to exchange your life for your martial arts!" ”

Su Qing chuckled softly when he heard it.

"What a lucrative deal, interesting, interesting!"

Another woman with a charming appearance said coquettishly: "You don't have to pretend to be with us, we know that you must have martial arts, but even if you hide it deeply, no matter how powerful you are, you can't be more powerful than that Yan Thirteen and Xie Xiaofeng, now the people in charge of my Nine Gangs and Eighteen Associations are all here, with your own strength, I'm afraid that there will be death and no life, why don't you obediently hand over everything you know!" ”

It's just that Su Qing didn't answer her, but slowly looked at the shop in the tea house, thought thoughtfully, and then asked as if hesitantly. "Are you Long Xiaoyun?"

The woman who asked before saw that she was being ignored, and her pretty face was cold. "Your Excellency, isn't it a toast and don't eat and drink?"

"I advise you to think about how to survive!"

This time, it was the shopkeeper who spoke, he still had flour on his hands, his face was a little strangely white, as if he had also been coated with flour, his eyes were first filled with an indescribable horror, and then he exhaled a long breath, as if he was calming the vibration in his heart, if he was still a little hesitant and uncertain before, then now, he is 100% sure that the person in front of him is the person he was back then, and he is still alive.

The woman was a little puzzled, her eyebrows frowned, and she was about to speak, but her delicate body was suddenly shocked, her eyes widened, and she looked back, only to see that the masters of the major gangs around her who had discussed with her how to act before, at this moment, were no longer moving, as if they had become stone ice sculptures, covered with a layer of frost, only under her horrified gaze, scattered into ice slag.

They all died before they knew it.

"You-"

A sharp and trembling voice just dropped a word.

The woman's face, painted with makeup, instantly split apart like a cracked ice.

With a wave of his sleeves and flicking the ice slag on the chair, Su Qing sat up and said with feeling:

"I can't believe you're that old!"

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