The trampling and neighing of war horses approached the mountain cottage at a rapid pace.

"Bang!" With a loud bang, the door of the farmhouse had been trampled by a strong man who had opened the road, and scattered in the courtyard, startling the surrounding grass, trees, mountains and forests, birds and beasts scattered.

Outside the courtyard, a group of young men on war horses and long knives in their hands rushed in, and in an instant, they occupied all the places in the courtyard that were not very spacious.

After entering the courtyard, the air around them seemed to be condensed, and people could only feel the sound of a needle dropping.

"Where are the spring flowers?" A tall, angular young man stepped forward, looked around the courtyard, and finally asked the red-haired old man lying by the stream.

The man's voice was like a bell, but the old man by the stream still squinted at the sky and did not answer.

"Let me ask you, where are the spring flowers?" The tall man asked in a loud voice.

The old man's feet swayed leisurely in the gurgling stream, and he still didn't hear the questioning of the visitor.

"Zheng!" A spear was close to the forehead of the old man by the stream, and the tip of the spear passed through the gap between his feet in the stream, and was nailed obliquely into the water.

The blood in the stream was like a pillar, but before it could be soaked in, it had been washed away by the turbulent current, and it rushed away.

Chunhua, who was lying by the stream with red hair, thought to herself: If this scene is seen by that idiot, she will definitely worry about the people who are about to drink the bloody foot-washing water downstream.

The tall and angular young man was displeased when he saw him like this, and was about to step forward, but was stopped by the Shenwu young man sitting on the horse raising his hand, and then saw him lightly pointing towards the house in the courtyard, with a proud expression on his face.

Just like when he led his troops to raid the lair in Northern Xinjiang that day, he sat on the horse and dispatched troops, and the army captured the king of thieves from it.

Seeing this, everyone in the courtyard immediately turned over and dismounted, and entered each room in an orderly manner.

After a while, everyone returned to the courtyard before, and clasped their fists at the heroic young man on the horse, and said in unison: "General Qiyu, no living creatures have been found in the room. ”

Xi Xuan turned his head sideways and looked at the white-haired old man who was still leisurely by the stream, his thumb rubbing his palm that had been calloused by years of gun practice.

Then, with his palm flipped over and tapped on the saddle beneath him, the whole person rose to his feet, and landed his feet on the end of the spear that had just been inserted diagonally into the water.

The body of the spear was bent like a full moon by the sudden fall of the young man, and he tended to lie on the old man by the stream.

Xi Xuan's feet staggered back and forth at the tail of the gun, and even the slightly trembling body of the gun followed him to stabilize the foundation of Mount Tai without shaking or shaking, and without breaking.

Xi Xuan lowered his head and looked down at the old man who was afraid of him and couldn't even care about it, and there was a little more curiosity in his heart.

His attention shifted from the old man's goosebumps to a pair of eyes staring at the sky, "Something interesting." ”

I don't want to, today I let him see with his own eyes the person who is often praised by the teahouse storyteller as a god.

Chunhua's eyes, which were not a wide world, were suddenly blocked by a particularly familiar handsome face.

His pupils dilated slightly, and his yellow and blue eyes became more and more obvious.

"Previously, I had read the book "Jokes and Conversations in the Rivers and Lakes" written by Zhang Changsheng, who is known as 'known to the world', which recorded: People with different pupils are also called yin and yang eyes because they can see the two worlds of yin and yang, and most of them gather the world's qi, so if there are different pupils haunting, the world will be prone to disputes, and the people will not be at peace."

The young man's feet sank, and the tail end of the spear under him became closer and closer to the old man's heart on the ground. He took this opportunity to observe the old man's extremely rare two-color eyes of one yellow and one blue more closely, and said with a smile: "Although it is a little strange, it is very beautiful." ”

Xi Xuan, who has experienced battlefield battles, sees life and death more thoroughly than ordinary people, so he doesn't pay attention to the rumored evil words of the different pupils.

As if he felt that he still couldn't see it really, Xixuan turned over and landed on the side of the old man with crane hair, only the spear stuck between his feet trembled and splashed in the stream.

If anyone pays attention, they will find that a pair of withered feet covered with ravines in the water are now slightly smoother than before, and the blood flow has slowed down from a wound above the ankle that is still bleeding.

Xi Xuan sat cross-legged beside the old man, and for a moment he actually forgot about revenge, and asked very curiously: "I don't know if what Zhang Changsheng wrote in his book is true?" ”

Chunhua looked at the particularly familiar face of the person in front of her, but her eyes seemed to be covered with dust, and she had no brilliance, "Another dead man." ”

The tall man on the side shouted when he heard the words: "Bold! Did you know ......?"

Xi Xuan raised his hand and stopped the rest of his words, he was not as secretive about life and death as the soldiers of the battlefield, "I, Xi Chu Erlang, was born in this vast world, and I have no regrets about life and death. ”

He was very curious and asked, "It's just that I bother you to keep looking at them." ”

The old man lying by the stream described it as withered, as if the deadline was approaching, and even looked sideways at the people in the courtyard, looking very difficult.

"Dead people. All are dead. The old voice of a slight male duck sounded faintly, but it caused the young man in front of him to laugh more than once.

"Hahaha...... I thought that Zhang Changsheng, who was known all over the world, could tell some new and interesting things, but it was interesting if he didn't want to be interesting, but unfortunately he was no different from the storyteller who was used to hearsay in the teahouse. ”

The young man who looked extremely good-looking but did not show any fat powder said that, the smile on his face faded, he got up and looked at the old man at his feet, and said: "As long as you tell the whereabouts of the blind spring flowers, my Xijia army will never hurt you in the slightest." ”

"If you are seeking revenge, then let half of your family ...... Or if Tsurumi on Mount Wuling comes in person, I will definitely accompany him. He said a lot, and the old man on the ground was too tired, so he slowly closed his eyes and said lazily: "It's boring to always kill some dead people." ”

"So, you're the blind spring flower who killed Mu Yi?" Xi Xuan was surprised, the gap between the old man with goosebumps in front of him and the blind young man in the mouth of Second Brother Su was like heaven and earth.

The spring flowers on the ground still closed their eyes and recuperated and stopped talking.

"Bang!" Xi Xuan's left foot stomped heavily on the ground, causing the earth to tremble violently within three zhang of the stream, and a spear that was inserted into the water also suddenly rose from the ground with the force under his feet.

"Since you are a spring flower, you must naturally know the truth of killing people to pay for your life." Xi Xuan held the end of the flying spear with his backhand, and his body flipped along the force of the spear, and the water droplets on the spear moved with the spear, drawing a perfect arc in the air.

Just when the children in the courtyard were secretly sighing in their hearts that their generals were born with divine power and extraordinary spear skills, they saw that the resolute young man suddenly stood still, and the spear in his hand was like a long rainbow full of internal force, and slashed down at the old man by the stream.

An inch away from the face of the crane hair spring flower, the spear in Xi Xuan's hand suddenly stopped, Xu was too strong before, the body of the spear trembled, and the flowing water and rocks in the stream were also deflected.

On the ground, the silver hair on the head of Chunhua, whose eyes were closed, rose without wind, and the red robe on her body had been torn and scattered.