When night fell, the night struck, thousands of killers rushed to an inn, the inn was not big, was surrounded by a team of dart masters, led by two young sons, one dressed in white, stepping on white boots, wearing a white hosta, the whole body was as white as snow; A man in a dark purple brocade suit, holding a paper fan in his hand, wearing a long sword at his waist, the whole person is as cold as ice and frost.

All the dart masters listened intently to the wind and grass outside, and even the caged hounds were in high spirits.

A gust of wind rose, and a crow chirped, piercing through the sky.

It is the sound of a master stepping on a tile; Whoosh, it is the ghost-like figure of the killer; Dangdangdang is the sound of a fight when weapons collide.

There is no opening shout, no tragic roar, only you coming and going, swords and swords, and fallen corpses one by one.

Quanjiang, a literati who didn't know martial arts and had never killed a single soldier, stood in the courtyard with a long sword in his hand this time, not talking about a single move, whether it was life or death, he rushed forward desperately, and several guards around him dodged with difficulty and protected him.

It was a quiet fight, so quiet that no one was woken up, only thinking that the blacksmith on the corner was still working so late.

Cui Jiu'an stood on the roof, his long hair fluttering, his clothes hunting, and confronted the masked boy.

They are like two mountains, one is cold and the other is dead. Qin Fu looked at the enemy who had been prepared, and for a moment thought that maybe he was liberated when he died, and he didn't have to carry the last wishes of others, and he couldn't live like himself.

"Before you do anything, you're already in decline?"

Cui Jiuan looked at the young man, Du Youjia's innocent and lively, smart and stubborn child, he has become like this for more than ten years, he has no vitality and no joy.

"You're no match for me." Chinfu's eyes scanned each other.

"Martial arts may not be as powerful as you, but you can't win against me, and besides, you will definitely lose."

"You're a blind believer."

After saying this, Qin Fu took the sword and shot, and finally waited for the other party to attack first, and Cui Jiu'an caught up with his long sword. Qin Fu's sword was very fast, like a dense rain, Cui Jiu'an was struggling to meet it, and secretly said that he really had no talent in this area, seeing that he was retreating, Qin Fu's offensive was even more violent, fast and ruthless, every move and style, every slash and stab went to the door of life.

Suddenly, Qin Fu unscrewed the hilt of the sword, and the long sword split into two, and Qin Fu held a sword in each hand. The left hand attacked, the right hand attacked, with tacit understanding, seeing that Cui Jiuan was about to fall off the roof, the poisoned arrow in his left hand was not launched for a long time, and suddenly a force behind him pushed him aside.

"Look, don't you still have to go out of the horse?"

Gui Hairui came out of the sky, and the two fought against one person.

"Two against one, it's not a gentleman's doing."

"What nonsense, you have two swords and we have two swords, it's fair."

When Gui Hairui spoke, the sword in his hand did not stop, the battle of the three was in full swing, and countless black-clothed warriors and dart masters below fell in a pool of blood, seeing that the black-clothed man was about to win, after all, he was superior in numbers.

"Qin Yan, today is your death date, you must die."

Qin Fu pointed at Cui Jiu'an and looked at him coldly.

"I said, why do you always chase him and fight, it turns out that you recognize the wrong person, hahaha-"

Gui Hairui clutched his stomach and looked up to the sky and laughed.

"You're not the prince?" Qin Fu was deceived.

"How can the future prince put himself in danger, you will never have the possibility of victory."

Knowing that the situation was not good, Qin Fu gave the order, "Retreat." ”

"Listen, the sound of horses' hooves in the distance, you can't run away."

Countless cavalry poured out around the street not far away, and the leader was tall and mighty, and he roared.

"Those who resist stubbornly will be killed, and those who disarm and throw guns will be left alive!"

"Yes!"

The soldiers responded loudly, and woke up the people in the house, listening to the sound of horses' hooves, swords, guns, and halberds, and the sound of weapons cutting bones, and no one dared to run out of the house to look out of curiosity.

"The army?"

"Cui Zhending didn't return to Mobei?"

"Your real purpose this time is to exterminate us?"

In the face of Qin Fu's questioning, Cui Jiuan was indifferent, but the look of surprise on Gui Hai Rui's face beside him was no less than that of Qin Fu.

"Okay, you stinky fox, how much else do you want to hide from me?"

Cui Jiuan ignored him and looked at Qin Fu, "Are you killing yourself or are we doing it?" ”

"Humph! It's not that easy to kill me! ”

The three of them fought to the death again, moving from the roof to the ground, when suddenly a force pulled Qin Fu out a few feet away.

"You go quickly, I'll leave it here."

The old man's voice was hoarse, his head was full of white hair, and he had a crippled body.

"General Yuan—"

The old man held a bow and crossbow in his hand, and two arrows were fired at the same time, Cui Jiuan and Gui Hairui could only dodge, but they were still pierced through their clothes.

"The concubine is still waiting for you, the old man has the face to see the old prince when he dies in battle, please, son, it will be fulfilled!"

The old man's tone was full of relief and relief, he had never been so relaxed as this moment in so many years, that commitment was too heavy, and it weighed him down for more than thirty years.

Qin Fu stepped on the tiles, shuttled on the roof, and disappeared into the night in a moment, Gui Hai Rui wanted to chase it, but the old man's arrows were too accurate, if it weren't for his old age and disabled legs, the two of them would definitely not be able to escape today.

It was important to save his own life, and Gui Hairui no longer dared to think about pursuing Qin Fu.

"General Yuan, you really should be old and strong, let go of the children, I will accompany you through the tricks."

Cui Zhending rode on the back of a tall horse, looking at the small, thin figure in the wheelchair.

"General Cui, isn't this bullying the elderly?"

"Don't dare, Cui, I followed my father to the battlefield at the age of twelve, and I had already heard of General Yuan's prestige. It was General Yuan who shot my father through the heart with a sword, and he fell from his horse. ”

Cui Zhending jumped off his horse.

"If I had just done it, you wouldn't have jumped off on your own, but like your father."

"Then why didn't you do it?"

"Then I will only have one less fierce general in the beam, and one less guardian in the frontier."

"Why rebel when you know that's the case?"

The old man was speechless when Cui Zhending asked.

"For your peace of mind, can't that child be better?"

When the old man heard this, his expression was sad, and the tears in his eyes shone slightly in the moonlight.

"General, let Fu'er go, okay?"

The old man's eyes were full of begging, and Cui Zhending shook his head.

"Then when I die, I will also pull a person surnamed Qin to accompany the burial."

As soon as the old man's bow and crossbow were raised, a cold light flashed, and the blade in Cui Zhending's hand had already sunk into the old man's chest.

"General Yuan, offended, there is no one surnamed Qin here."

Hearing this, blood spilled from the old man's mouth, but there was no sadness on his face, he had never been so relaxed as at this moment.

"That's it, it's, I'm sorry, that, some, kid, son—"

The old man spat out the last sentence intermittently, leaned back in his wheelchair and fell into a deep sleep, the bow and crossbow in his hand rolling to the ground.

Cui Zhending slowly squatted down and picked it up, his hands trembled, and his voice was vicissitudes, "Father, the child has avenged you!" ”

The next day, at dawn, the frightened residents secretly opened the door of their yard and found that the streets were clean, and an autumn rain had washed away all the blood, as if last night had been just a dream.