The third day of the third month of March, spring.

Su Weiyun practiced "fighting left and right" for more than three months before he could achieve a small success.

The so-called "draw a square with the left hand and draw a circle with the right hand" is just the basic requirement for getting started.

The real profundity of this stunt lies in the fact that the two martial arts are used at the same time, but they cooperate with each other and complement each other, and one person is equal to two people.

Two people need to run in, two martial arts also need to run in, how to make two completely different martial arts into one, into a set of moves that fit the palm of the hand, is the most difficult, the most need to ponder.

Su Weiyun felt that he needed to exercise in actual combat, and July was also the deadline for the gambling contract he set with the little old man.

So he was finally ready to go down.

......

Liu Changjie and the little old man came to see him off.

The cool breeze is blowing, and spring is full of joy.

Wolf Mountain is full of colorful flowers, purple and red, very beautiful, grass grows luxuriantly, and the lake and mountains are continuous.

The three of them didn't speak, Su Weiyun arched his hand towards them, and wanted to leave.

Liu Changjie suddenly said, "Wu Ming, aren't you going to return that sword to Su Shaoxia?" ”

The little old man smiled and said, "I've already prepared it." ”

Behind him, a scholar in a Confucian robe with a high crown and wide-sleeved official shoes walked up, holding a sword in his left hand and a gilded invitation in his right hand.

He raised the sword and the invitation at the same time, upright, above the tip of his eyebrows, and then slowly handed it to Su Weiyun, as if he was completing some solemn and serious ceremony.

The little old man smiled: "He Shangshu is always like this, don't be surprised." ”

Su Weiyun was not surprised, there was no such person as He Shangshu in his eyes.

From the moment he saw the sword, he couldn't take his eyes off it.

"How many winds and moons, floating clouds flying, and a shadow towards Xiaoxiang?"

Xiaoxiang Sword.

This sword is a Xiaoxiang sword.

- A sword is like a swordsman's wife.

It is impossible to verify who first said this sentence.

But it is not entirely true, because some swordsmen even value their swords more than their wives.

Su Weiyun took a deep breath, held the Xiaoxiang sword, looked at it and looked at it, stroked it and stroked it, and it was still smooth from the sword body to the hilt.

The Xiaoxiang sword was not covered with dust.

The little old man said: "The sword was sent by Ximen Yu on his own initiative, and I didn't intend to take away people's love, but I have always kept it well." ”

When Su Weiyun's martial arts were lost, he was taken away by Ximen Yu's sword, and although he killed Ximen Yu later, he never recovered the sword.

Unexpectedly, it was presented to the little old man by Ximen Yu.

"Some time ago, I sent someone to fetch it from thousands of miles away. The road is delayed, I hope you will forgive me. ”

The little old man actually returned the sword to Su Weiyun lightly, and asked him to kill the genius disciple he fancied.

He actually smiled: "I wish you a good return." ”

Su Weiyun arched his hand and said, "Thank you." ”

Then he went down the mountain.

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"There is nothing else here, only a bottle of wine, a thousand famous horses, if you have time, you will be happy?"

The content of the invitation is very small, and it is written.

This is an invitation post issued by Qiu Xingjian, the second manager of the Kanto Sunset Racecourse, on behalf of the boss of Jindae.

For the first time in the Guannai held in the Sunset Racecourse, the spring suburb trial horse selling event was held in the summer resort of the four masters of Luoyang's huge wealth, and the date was the full moon in March.

Don't love famous horses, not heroes.

If a famous horse falls into the hands of a fool, will it not be like a beautiful woman entrusted to a beloved, and it will make the hero feel sorry for him?

So Wan Junwu finally arrived.

Speaking of "Heshuo Hero" Wan Junwu, there are not many people who don't know.

He debuted at the age of fourteen, killed at the age of sixteen, and became famous at the age of twenty-three with a "fish scale purple gold knife" in his hand, and I don't know how many enemies he had beheaded.

But when he was forty years old, he suddenly announced that he would wash his hands in the golden basin, retire and seal the knife, and never again care about the rivers and lakes.

He didn't bring his knife with him this time, but he had three other knives that were close to him.

His senior brother "Wansheng Knife" Xu Tong, his proud disciple "Quick Knife" Fang Cheng, and his sworn friend "Ruyi Knife" Gao Feng.

He is forty-six years old, and his ability to learn horses and drink wine is no less than his knife skills.

March 17, Peony Villa.

Wan Junwu lay lazily on a soft chair made of soft rattan, his eyes half-closed and half-open, and no one knew whether he was looking at the horses under the hillside.

At the foot of the hillside, peonies are in full bloom, and in a horse pen surrounded by a wooden fence, there are good horses leaping all the time.

Qiu Xingjian led one fine horse after another, and he didn't seem to be very satisfied.

Until he saw a stall at the back, there were only a dozen thin horses that had been picked and left, and one of them had a yellow coat and brown in the middle, and his body was as thin as a bowed back, standing alone in the corner of the stall, and he was too lazy to lift his spirits.

But it kept a close distance from the other horses, as if it disdained to be in their company.

Qiu Xingjian, the second manager of Sunset Racecourse, asked, "Is that the horse that Wan Daxia is fancy?" ”

Wanjun Wudao: "That's it!" ”

Qiu Xingjian said: "That horse is a drunkard, and if the horse is not mixed with wine, it will not even eat a mouthful." ”

Wanjun Wu Huoran got up, his eyes were blazing, and said: "This is the real thousand-mile good horse, the best one among all the horses here!" ”

Qiu Xingjian was silent for a long time, and suddenly picked up a thumbs up and said, "Wan Daxia really has good eyesight!" ”

The crowd shouted in admiration, and even some people immediately rushed to bid for it, but in a few moments, the price of this famous "old wine" horse had soared to 9,500 taels.

This price is not low.

And Wan Junwu nodded slowly, stretched out three fingers, and shook them in front of Chief Qiu Xingjian.

Qiu Xingjian immediately said loudly: "Wan Daxia paid 30,000 taels of silver, is there a higher bid?" ”

Everyone kept their mouths shut.

At this time, a voice suddenly came: "I will pay 30,000 taels and 3 taels, no matter how much money anyone pays, I will pay 3 taels more than him!" ”

The person who spoke was Di Qinglin.

Only a romantic man like him would spend a lot of money just to seek a famous horse, and even offend the heroes of the mighty river.

Dressed in snow-white clothes, spotless, and with a pale and delicate face, he always looks cold and indifferent, with an expression that seems to be smiling but not smiling.

Hereditary first-class marquis, Di Xiaohou, Di Qinglin.

He also came.

Qiu Xingjian's face showed joy, and before he could greet him, another voice sounded.

"Then I will give one million taels, if the little Marquis Di can get one million and three taels, I will give the good horse to the little marquis."

It didn't sound loud, but it was clear to everyone's ears.

Wan Junwu's face changed and he asked, "Who is Your Excellency?" ”

As soon as he finished asking this sentence, a swordsman appeared in front of him.

Linen clothes, short-legged tight pants, and a pair of shoes with three holes in them. Compared with Di Qinglin, this person's outfit is simply a heaven and an underground.

Not only Di Qinglin, he was a little out of place with everyone around him.

Just like the "old wine", it does not merge with other horses.

And the most unusual thing about him is that the sword at his waist is actually hanging on the left.