The mustache died.

He was still very young, and his martial arts were not bad, if he was given another ten years, he would definitely become one of the most powerful elites under the command of the little old man.

Who killed him?

Who can kill him?

Su Weiyun knew very well that with the means of a mustache, even if it was ten Li Qianshan combined, he would not want to hurt him to the point of a single hair.

He Shangshu sighed and said, "He...... Did he really go to track down Li Qianshan? ”

Su Weiyun nodded silently.

He Shangshu said slowly: "It is absolutely impossible for Li Qianshan to kill him. ”

Suddenly, neither of them spoke.

The rain was still falling, it had been raining all night, and it was still dripping, and there was no sign of stopping.

Autumn wind and autumn rain are sad and killing.

Su Weiyun leaned down to inspect the mustache's wound, which was between the throats, and was killed with one blow.

A well-informed and skilled blade master can also see a lot of things from the wound, even including the strength of the opponent, the moves used, the direction of the shot, and so on.

Su Weiyun is not a connoisseur of eighteen weapons.

In the final analysis, he is a monk in the wild, not a family practicing martial arts, and he has been in the rivers and lakes for less than ten years, so he still knows a little less about these things after all.

But how the mustache died, he could definitely see.

Because the wound between the throat of the mustache was caused by a long sword.

There was a big gap in front of his throat, above the Adam's apple, but there was only a faint blush on the back of his neck.

Other than that, there were no other scars on the moustache's body.

Su Weiyun stared for a long time, looked carefully and looked at it carefully, and then gently put the mustache's corpse down again.

"It's not too unjust that he died under that man's sword."

He Shangshu asked, "Who is that person?" ”

Su Weiyun shook his head and said, "I don't know." ”

He Shangshu said: "The person who casts the bone transformation palm, once he performs the exercise, the palm will become soft, and it will not return to normal until the gong is harvested, and his palm is still strong and powerful, and there is no blood on the palm surface, obviously he has been killed before he can make a move." ”

"If that man wasn't the ultimate swordsman, then he would have died a very unjust death."

Su Weiyun said seriously: "So that person is very likely to be a supreme swordsman!" ”

He Shangshu said: "How can you see it? ”

Su Weiyun said: "First of all, the speed at which he draws his sword is extremely fast, and I have also learned how fast the mustache is, but in a face-to-face situation, he was killed before he even had time to make his hand." There are very few people who can do this! ”

"Moreover, he controlled the strength of his sword very carefully, and did not pierce his throat with a sword, but at the moment when he was about to pierce it, he had already collected his sword and returned."

He Shangshu said: "Maybe his strength is running out." The mustache is not a weak hand after all. ”

Su Weiyun shook his head and said: "A real master kills people with a sword, and he will never waste a little strength, he is already sure to kill his opponent, why should he have more strength?" ”

He Shangshu asked, "What else?" ”

Su Weiyun said: "And the momentum on his sword." ”

He Shangshu was puzzled: "Momentum? ”

Su Weiyun said: "Different swords will have different momentum, I can't tell you very clearly, but I can feel the momentum on his sword." ”

"His sword is like a lonely and arrogant pine tree growing on the top of Kunlun, on the top of the extreme cold, despite the wind and snow, frost and cold, the pine tree is still self-reliant, going to the sky, there is no return!"

This comment must not be bad, Su Weiyun has not only seen the shape of the murderer's swordsmanship, but also touched the hidden charm in it.

This is what he was able to do after he watched the sword in Bashan Jianlu for three months and made a lot of gains.

He Shangshu still couldn't believe it.

"There are recognized seven great swordsmen in the world's martial arts, and Baili Changqing is among them, but in my opinion, even his swordsmanship cannot easily kill the mustache."

"It's okay, let's go and see it together."

"He'll still wait for us to find him?"

"A person who can use this kind of arrogant swordsmanship will never run away casually."

......

Heavy rain sometimes erases a lot of traces, but He Shangshu happens to be the one who can get these traces back.

Although he was often drunk, it must be said that he was very efficient in doing things, because because of this, he was valued by the little old man and allowed to drink.

It only took Su Weiyun and the others half an hour to find the person who sent the body over.

There were two people who moved the corpses, they were a pair of brothers, and they originally sold coffins for a living, but an old man gave them a hundred taels of silver last night and taught them to send the corpse over.

Although they knew that this was not a thing to do, they really couldn't resist the temptation of a hundred taels of silver, so they still agreed to it.

They also decided that if no one went to collect the body within a day, they would lose a coffin and bury the man with two delicate mustaches.

"Where are the people who paid to hire you?"

"We two brothers met him in the Tiger Tower last night."

Su Weiyun immediately took He Shangshu to the Tiger Tower.

.......

Tiger Tower.

The Tiger House was not closed overnight.

Of course, there can't really be a tiger in the Tiger Tower, but it is said that the proprietress of the Tiger House is a very big tigress.

When Su Weiyun came, she found that the proprietress was standing in front of the wooden cabinet in a daze, her hands constantly fiddling and kinking, as if she was threading needles and threads.

People only behave this when they are very nervous and don't know what to do.

Why is she nervous?

The proprietress was looking at a thin and arrogant old man with a sword at his waist sitting alone in a corner, silently drinking hot wine.

He drank slowly, but he had been drinking all night.

He has an indescribable terrifying majesty on him, and the proprietress has dealt with many men, but she doesn't dare to look at him directly, not to mention that she also saw with her own eyes the appearance of this old man drawing his sword and killing people last night!

When the proprietress handed over the seventh jar of wine, she still lowered her head, but she couldn't help but persuade: "You have been drinking all night, do you still want to drink it?" ”

The old man ignored her.

The old man didn't speak, and the proprietress didn't dare to say more.

At the door, Su Weiyun was already holding an oil-paper umbrella, stepped over the threshold, and walked in.

The first moment he walked in, the old man paused the wine glass in his hand, and a pair of eyes as sharp as an eagle and as sharp as the tip of a sword stared at him.

Su Weiyun searched around and stared at him.

The moment the two eyes met, both of them understood what the other meant.

"That mustache is one of your men's men?"

"You killed him?"

The old man put down his wine glass, stood up slowly, and said, "It seems that your news is not well-informed, I waited for your time for seven jars of wine before you can rush over." ”

Su Weiyun's eyes changed suddenly, and he said, "You killed someone, and you dare to wait for me?" ”

The old man chuckled and said, "Why do you need to divide things that can be solved together?" ”

He Shangshu also followed, and he also saw that this old man didn't seem to be easy to mess with.

"Dare to ask the old man's surname?"

The old man glanced at him lightly, and unexpectedly chanted a poem: "Proud of the wind and frost, I am not lonely." There has never been a bright plate, and I have never met my generation. ”

He Shangshu's face changed greatly when he heard this, and he asked urgently: "Are you the old man of the lone pine among the three friends of the old man?" ”

The old man didn't say a word, but moved his right hand down and grasped a quaint sword with dark green and verdant at his waist.