Wang Anfeng didn't let the rest of the people wait for him for long, and almost when Yu Chijie looked around the back, he had already walked out of the eight gates of the sword formation, as if he had just taken a small step slower, so he got to the back.

Yu Chijie breathed a sigh of relief, walked to Wang Anfeng's side in a few steps, and walked with him, only after a while did the strange atmosphere slowly fade, and vaguely felt that Wang Anfeng seemed to be a little different, but he couldn't tell what was different.

After thinking about it for a long time, I couldn't find the reason, so I put this matter directly behind me.

Gong Yu glanced at Wang Anfeng's back, looking thoughtful.

Wang Anfeng smiled at her, stepped up, stepped forward and walked side by side with Gong Yu, she had already prepared Gong Yu's inquiry in her heart, but she didn't say anything, just walked forward, and her steps accelerated slightly.

Next to her, Lu Baiping muttered so slowly.

There was also Lin Qiaofu and Gong Shujian who noticed the extra sword behind Wang Anfeng.

Uncle Jian has lost his whole life to the sword, his eyes are tricky, and he can see at a glance that the sword is not good, combined with Wang Anfeng's slow step just now, he guessed something in his heart, and secretly smacked his tongue, and his heart was full of envy and bitterness.

Lin Qiaofu really recognized the sword, this sword was stored on Wanjian Peak, she had been in Wanjian Peak for more than ten years, and she would not admit her mistake no matter what, after staying for a moment, her heart was full of confusion.

When she was tired of reading when she was a child, she often went to see the stories of these swords, and took a nap under these famous swords and sword monuments.

The world regards whether the sword is fast or not as the standard for evaluating a good sword, but in the Qingfeng solution, the value of the famous sword does not lie in the material or blade, but in the past.

Just like a human being, if there was once a person who survived a hundred battles, then he should be respected accordingly no matter what, even if he is now old and no longer supported, and the famous sword is the same.

Even if the blade of the sword is broken, the past has determined that it is impossible for Qingfeng Xie to give these famous swords to others easily.

The only people who can bring this sword down from Qingfeng are the sect master and the great elder, and the conditions required to take this sword away from the mountain are even more terrifying.

There was once a record that the Tianshan Sword Kui came to the mountain to ask for a sword, and the Sword Kui could be said to be invincible in the world, even if there were really immortals, I am afraid that they could also cut it with a sword, but they could only return in vain for half a year.

After thinking about the records in the classics, and looking at the sword behind Wang Anfeng, Lin Qiaofu was a little ignorant, and felt that she was still sleeping on the mountain, leaning against the sword tablet of a famous sword.

But the chill coming from her mouth and nose when she breathed told her that it was not a dream of a nap in the afternoon, but a real way down the mountain.

Could it be that the Great Elder thought that Brother Wang already had the strength to control this sword?

Such a thought just appears, and it never lingers again.

After getting off Qingfeng, there is a village and town after leaving the mountains and forests, because it is not far from the courtyard near Jiuzi, and with the footsteps of Gongyu and Wang Anfeng, Lu Baiping can't keep up, let alone Lin Qiaofu.

And if the two of them fly with the two of them, and there is no meaning of traveling down the mountain, then the courtyard is where the wine is lived when he has been in seclusion for a period of time, probably in order to be able to often go to Qingfeng Xie Zhong to rub the wine brewed in the sword spring, not far from the Qingfeng Jieshan Gate.

Everyone simply bought a carriage in this town, and the uncle said cheekily that he had traveled south and north, and practiced a very solid horse driving ability.

He also said that driving the carriage was a tiring job, and he couldn't let Wang Anfeng and Gong Yu, the two life-saving benefactors, do it, so he jumped onto the carriage and held the reins, and his ability to drive the horse was really not bluffing, steady and fast.

Yu Chijie gritted his teeth, bought two good horses, and followed behind the carriage.

It's not that he wants to follow.

But under this opportunity to be able to walk with Gong Yu, if he dares to slip back like this, even if the old man is seriously ill, he may beat him half to death, and then drag his unfilial grandson down with him.

Thinking of the old man who was not young, but was too fierce, Yu Chijie grinned and felt that his scalp was a little numb.

Being able to fight with assassins and guards when they can't kill them, laughing and personally drawing a knife and rushing in front of the battle, cutting off people's heads is as energetic as cutting wheat, and the old man who is still from the military Chinese position, this kind of behavior cannot be said to be unassuming.

Thinking of this, he remembered that the old man once told him with a big tongue when he was drunk, that he was nothing at all, and that there were thirty-seven more powerful than him.

There was one of the youngest who was only fifteen or sixteen years old, and he was tender, but he used a fierce heavy gun marksmanship, and he killed people with a big Hedong gun in one hand, and he had never seen a heavy gun better than his kid for so many years.

Speaking of this, he scolded him again, and then scolded and cried while drinking, and he could only bear it in a muffled voice.

Who called that old crazy grandfather?

The carriage in front seemed to have reached a flat official road, Wei Chijie didn't dare to think about it anymore, and clamped the horse's belly between his legs, letting the horse speed up to keep up, and the family behind him was silent and followed behind.

Wang Anfeng left Daliang Village directly after the New Year's Festival of the year, so that he could reach Qingfeng Xie at this time, if he came later, he might have missed Gong Yulin Qiaofu and his party, it was really fate.

But the ancestors said that the way of heaven is always one, one eliminates the other, there is fate here, there are other people who are destined to be empty, no matter how unconvinced and unwilling, they can only suffer like Yu Chijie.

At this time, the lunar calendar has only arrived in February, and there is no spring at the foot of Daliang Mountain, but the snow on the mountain has begun to melt, and the temperature is much colder.

After the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the days should also embark on a new track, and those who should enter the mountains should go to the mountains and go to the employer's house in the city to work, but unfortunately spring has not arrived, and the whole village looks pale and bare, and it looks uninteresting.

There are also rural ladies who have accumulated their anger during the New Year's Festival, and when they walk on the road, they can sometimes hear the sound of children screaming and crying.

Occasionally, mixed with a few words of country slang, such as complaining about not fighting, losing people, etc., passers-by walk by, and they will be scared if they are not careful.

Wang Hongyi yawned.

Just after the New Year's Festival, during this time, he really didn't have any good business as a butcher, but taking advantage of the New Year's Festival, every household slaughtered pigs and sold meat to make a good profit, but he didn't care much, anyway, every year.

He carried the bamboo chair and sat in the courtyard.

When he was young, he practiced some martial arts, or external skills, when his qi and blood were not declining and his dark injuries were not obvious, his physique was fiercer than the black blind man in the mountains, and such a little temperature had no effect on Wang Hongyi, and he could even squint his eyes and take a nap.

But when I fell asleep, I woke up again.

In the direction of his right ear, the sound of horses' hooves galloping sounded, Wang Hongyi frowned, listened to it, and thought to himself in his heart, listening to the sound did not look like a horse, the horse was not so powerful, it should be the number of more than a dozen horses.

The villagers of Daliang Village had already seen people on horseback on the official road.

There are only fifteen or sixteen horses, which is not as good as the big caravan passing by the village before the New Year's Festival, but when these horses gallop in unison, the momentum is like the tide of Qiantang on the first line of heaven and earth.

People couldn't help but turn pale, their hearts beat faster, and they were almost unsteady, Wang Hongyi suddenly got up and closed the door, and saw the team of knights rushing past through the crack in the door.

The horses under each person's crotch are pure black, without a single white hair, and they are mighty.

Horses are multi-breed, the previous generation of Bo Weiyong wrote the "Book of Horses", the world's famous horses are included in it, there are 34 different species, six famous products.

The remaining horses are divided into 170 high-grade and 341 medium-grade, distributed among tens of thousands of miles of mountains and rivers in Daqin, and the rest are unsightly inferior horses.

And the medium-grade horse has the ability of thousands of miles, and the best horses that ordinary people in the rivers and lakes can get are among the three hundred and forty-one categories, not to mention the famous horses and different breeds known as the dragon beasts in the world, and the high-grade horses are extremely rare in the rivers and lakes.

And this kind of black horse in front of him also belongs to the top class in the top grade of the strange horse, called the black water dragon, can cross the water, not frightened in battle, its speed remains the same, it has always been rare, not to mention these sixteen first-class horses.

Wang Hongyi hardly knew which force could have such a big hand.

The horses were all tall men, with calm expressions, almost as if carved out of a mold, with knives behind their backs, and a cloak over their clothes, so that it was impossible to see what they were wearing.

Wang Hongyi subconsciously took a breath.

There was a fishy sweet smell in the air, very similar to the smell accumulated on the blade of the bony sharp knife that had accompanied him for twenty or thirty years, it was the breath left by the accumulation of layers of blood and drying, Wang Hongyi raised his hand and touched his heart, feeling the strange violent beating of his heart.

That line of black water dragons went straight to this Daliang village.

Thunderous.

PS: Today's first update is ............

I'm sorry for being so late, it's really Kavin, and I ask for your bearing (hug your fist)