The cold light flashed, a sword slashed into the air, Yun Buhua deceived him, and the person hiding in the stone house floated down, standing in front of her.

Yun Buhua looked at the person in front of him and sneered: "I didn't expect that it was a little girl, and the one who rolled on the spot outside the door was with you?" ”

The little girl nodded: "Yes, Yun San has a good arm, he doesn't dare to touch it." ”

"What about you?" Yun Buhua never despised the little girl, because she was also a little girl, and when she was thirteen or fourteen years old, she had already killed the Tartars.

The little girl was a little embarrassed and said, "I don't dare." ”

"Well, it's still self-aware, you're still young, it's pitiful to die like this, which sect are you, who did you learn martial arts from, what is your name, and I will give you a funeral when I see your elders in the future." Yun Buhua said.

The little girl smiled with crooked eyebrows: "My name is Shen Tong, I have no sect or faction, and I learned martial arts from myself." ”

She didn't lie, in this life, her martial arts were learned from herself in the previous life.

But Yun Buhua didn't believe it, although the little girl was very bold, she didn't have the spirit of the rivers and lakes, let alone the gangsterism, but a little bit of nobility, such a child would never come here by herself, eight or nine times out of ten she came with the teacher.

"Did you learn your martial arts from yourself?" Yun Buhua sneered, "What kind of martial arts is that?" ”

The little girl put away her smile, and her snow-white little face was suddenly covered with a layer of frost: "Martial arts of killing." ”

Before the words fell, two short knives had already stabbed Yun Buhua's chest.

There are no fancy moves, not even paying attention to body technique and strength, this is the martial art of killing.

Yun Buhua retreated, Shen Tong's short knife pressed forward step by step, although the stone house was not small, but for the battle between the two sides, this was by no means a suitable place.

Shen Tong's two short knives followed her like a shadow, and soon, Yun Buhua was forced to the end, she was clinging to the stone wall, and then she finally saw the knife in Shen Tong's hand.

These are two completely different short blades.

A dagger that looks like the most ordinary of all, can be punched out by any blacksmith shop, but on closer inspection, there is an extra groove on it, which is obviously post-processed; The other, even rarer, has three sharp blades and also a groove.

Yun Buhua had a chill on her back, she followed her brothers and sisters out when she was ten years old, and she had seen a lot of strange blades, but she had only seen this kind of three blades once, no, she hadn't seen it, all she had seen was a wound, a wound stabbed with this kind of knife.

It was just a wound, but even the best gold medicine could not make it heal, and he eventually died.

The doctor in charge of treating the wound drew the shape of a knife according to the wound, but no one had ever seen such a knife, and everyone thought that the doctor did not know how to pretend to understand and made excuses for his inability to heal the wound.

It wasn't until today, many years later, that Yun Buhua didn't know that there really was such a knife in the world.

But the little girl in front of her was only thirteen or fourteen years old, and the injured person back then would never have been stabbed by her.

Yun Buhua wanted to know the origin of this little girl, but it was too late.

A knife stabbed her in the shoulder, and the strange triangular knife stopped two inches from her heart.

Yun Buhua lowered her head slightly, and she saw that blood was flowing quickly down the groove.

Yun Buhua smiled bitterly, she finally knew why the little girl had to add a groove to the dagger, it turned out that this was for bloodletting, which was faster than not adding a groove to bleed.

Her gaze fell on the tip of the triangular knife in her chest and asked, "Why didn't you stab it?" ”

The little girl's voice was very soft, as light as a thin feather, and her voice even had a childlike voice, but it was more cold: "Do you know Yun Qi?" ”

With a few cold words, Yun Buhua shuddered, her eyes widened, and she looked at the little girl in front of her: "Do you know Yun Qi?" ”

How many years have passed, Yun Qi's name has disappeared for many years, just like her person, and no one has ever mentioned it again, just like she never came.

And the little girl in front of her is still too young, how can she know Yun Qi?

Shen Tong's mouth suddenly showed a smile, just a faint touch, like a snow lotus blooming on an iceberg.

"The three masters of Meng Jialing, do you know why I only left you? It's because your surname is Yun. ”

Although she had already experienced countless lives and deaths, she was still slightly surprised when Yun Buhua heard these three words come out of a little girl's mouth.

"Boss Meng and Monk Yuan are dead?" She asked incredulously.

How can it be?

Boss Meng went to Yanbei City, and Monk Yuan is said to have just brought five hundred people to Shitaizi, although the two of them have mediocre martial arts, but there are many people around them, and it is not easy to kill them.

"I brought Boss Meng's head, it should have been hung on the flagpole at this time, as for Monk Yuan, that kind of fool, the more people he brings, the faster he will die, just now I saw the signal on the roof, that means that Monk Yuan is dead."

The little girl told the story, if she was telling, the drama she had just heard.

In fact, between her words, Mengjialing has a radius of 100 miles, and there are more than 1,000 bandits, but they have changed their masters.

"Who the hell are you?" Yun Buhua asked again.

"I said my name is Shen Tong." Shen Tong said.

Blood gushed out, Yun Buhua closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his eyes became brighter, as if the blood hole was on someone else's shoulder.

"You left me because of Yun Qi?" Yun Buhua asked.

Shen Tong didn't hide it, she nodded, and said, "Yes, are your clouds the same as Yun Qi?" ”

"Yes, we are the same Yun, we are all orphans, we don't know our surnames, we are all Han slaves who grew up in the Yundan tribe." Yun Buhua said word by word.

This is her secret, but it is not a secret, she never thought of deliberately hiding it, but she did not tell others about her life experience.

"Do you really know Yun Qi?" Shen Tong's eyes shone brightly, as bright as stars.

"I knew her, but I was a little girl, about your age. Because of a Yun Qi, the Han people who were enslaved by the Tartars knew how to resist, but no one could be like Yun Qi, after escaping from the hands of the Tartars, they could still crisscross the desert and the grasslands, whether it was a new Tartar or an old Tartar, Yun Qi was not afraid. The story of Yun Qi is quietly circulated in the tribe, and we all want to be like her, free and unrestrained, not afraid of Tartars or wolves on the grassland. ”

The blood was still flowing, and Yun Buhua finally closed his eyes and fainted.

Shen Tong whistled outside, Xu An came in quickly, and without saying a word, he took Yun Buhua and Shen Tong and left the stone house one after the other.