The sun is setting, and the border is deserted in the ancient town.

Gobi yellow sand, thousands of miles, heaven and earth are connected, a piece of yellow, orange and orange, a gust of wind blows, the sky is full of sand and dust, can cover people's bodies with a thick layer, as if drilled into the yellow mud.

A cyan figure with a big sword on her back, a graceful woman with two swords on her back, and a huge golden eagle formed a strange combination.

This is the only relatively prosperous town in the border wasteland, called Phoenix Collection.

The streets are not very long, some narrow, with dozens of shops.

Every shop was very shabby, there was no one in it, the doors and windows were closed, they were all dilapidated, the outside was covered with thick dust, and the beams of every shop were covered with cobwebs.

The whole town, quietly not a little bit of the town, extremely dilapidated.

"What kind of place is this, why is it so shabby, there is not even a ghost shadow, how can we spend the night here?" Sun Xiaodie muttered and muttered dissatisfiedly.

Uncle Tai looked at the desolation of his face and said, "Although this place is desolate, it's not that it can't be lived, I want to wait for someone here." ”

Sun Xiaodie shrugged her shoulders, spit out her cute little tongue, and did not speak, where Uncle Tai was going, naturally she would follow her, even if it was where to spend the night, she had no objection.

"This town, maybe there was some disaster beyond the scope of manpower, which led to the decline of this town."

Uncle Tai led Sun Xiaodie slowly to a tavern.

Although it is dilapidated, it looks like a tavern.

The wind was blowing, and a wooden board signboard on the side of the street was "squeaked" by the wind. You can vaguely distinguish the eight words written on it: "Chen's old shop." Aged old wine! ”

The sign was broken and cracked. It's like being gnawed by a rat.

Uncle Tai stood under the plaque and breathed a sigh of relief, for he saw a man about thirty years old sitting in the dilapidated tavern, with a pitch-black knife, pale hands, an angular face, and a strong and straight body.

He finally made it here.

He knew who was sitting inside. The man known as the sword saint in Gu Long's pen - Fu Hongxue.

He left Mount Emei and came all the way to the northwest, inquiring about Fu Hongxue's lower path along the way, and it took thirteen days to finally catch up, and found Fu Hongxue in this town where there were no ghosts.

At the same time, Uncle Tai complained for a while, Fu Hongxue is really good at finding a place, has a special habit, and actually came to this place where birds don't.

For Fu Hongxue, Uncle Tai knows that it is in Gu Long's novel. He is most familiar with only the two books "The Moon Knife at the End of the World" and "The Prodigal Son of the Border Wilderness". He knows what kind of person Fu Hongxue is, Fu Hongxue is a tragic character. From the moment he was born, he faced an extraordinarily horrific massacre. Since childhood, he has been infused with hateful thoughts, drawing knives tens of thousands of times every day, learning peerless knife techniques in hardships and hardships, and being instilled with the seeds of hatred by his adoptive mother, mistakenly thinking that his father is Bai Yu, and has become a chess piece of hatred in the chess game of life.

His sword technique is the invincible white feather of the divine sword, and the pitch-black long knife seems to carry a power from hell, beyond the limits of form and speed. With a swing of the knife, the Yellow Spring of Hell.

"Phoenix Collection, Fu Hongxue, this should be the beginning of the plot of "The Moon Knife at the End of the World", right?"

Uncle Tai's eyes flickered and he muttered to himself.

"What phoenix set, Fu Hongxue's, what did you say, Master?" Sun Xiaodie turned her pretty face to look at Uncle Tai Zhuo, and asked suspiciously, "You don't mean that the person sitting in this tavern is a short-lived knife master ten years ago, Fu Hongxue, right?" ”

Uncle Tai nodded: "Yes, he is Fu Hongxue, he has a magic knife, the sword light is more dazzling than lightning, no one can see this knife clearly, because the people who see this knife clearly have died under his knife, let's go in and have a look." ”

With that, he walked in.

Footsteps sounded in the dilapidated tavern, and the tavern was full of dust, but Fu Hongxue's table was clean and spotless, with a jar of good wine and four plates of pickles in front of him.

The owner of the shop didn't know where he had died for a long time, and there was no one in the whole town, so the pickles on this table must have been pulled out by Fu Hongxue from which pickle jar.

Uncle Tai came to sit down opposite Fu Hongxue, without the slightest politeness, his left hand flipped, a jar of wine and a plate of fruit, strange appeared in front of him, as if magic: "Fu Daxia doesn't mind, I'll sit here." ”

Fu Hongxue, who was silent and poured herself a drink, looked at Uncle Tai who had strangely conjured wine and fruit, looked at Uncle Tai and then said lightly: "Whatever." The tone was concise, and he didn't ask why the other party knew his surname Fu.

With a wave of his sleeves, Uncle Tai brushed the dust off the bench on the other side, and told Sun Xiaodie to sit down and eat the fruit on the plate.

He looked at Fu Hongxue with both eyes, opened the deadlock and said, "Xiao Li Feidao, it's not a false example, has Ye Kai contacted you?" He knew that Fu Hongxue was a cold person, and he didn't know how to talk to Fu Hongxue, so he could only use Ye Kai as his opening statement.

Ye Kai is the illegitimate son of Hua Baifeng, the invincible sword and the eldest princess of the Demon Sect, who studied under Xiao Li Tanhua Li Xunhuan, got the true biography of Xiao Li Feidao, and was also Fu Hongxue's only friend ten years ago, a friend of life and death, and the most important person in life.

"Xiao Li Flying Knife?"

When Fu Hongxue heard these four words, her hand, which was originally drinking and pouring herself, paused slightly, and the wine glass that was on her lips paused for a moment, and then her eyes flashed, and she drank it all and said, "You know Ye Kai, you want to find Ye Kai." ”

Uncle Tai smiled slightly: "Xiao Li Flying Knife, it is not a false example, but it is a martial arts myth, when Xiao Li Tanhua, in adversity, a knife was inserted into the throat of Shangguan Jinhong, the leader of the Money Gang, who ranked second in the weapon spectrum, which made me admire it for a long time, if I have the opportunity, I will definitely see the cleverness of Xiao Li Flying Knife." ”

Xiao Li Feidao is indeed a myth, when I used to watch TV, I liked this character very much, the handsome guy Jiao Enjun played the role of Li Xunhuan very well, and it revealed a thick melancholy, sadness, and longing from beginning to end. So he likes the role of Li Xunhuan very much, and he especially likes a sentence: There is only one knife in the sky and on the ground, no one knows how the knife came from, and no one can dodge this knife.

"It's a pity that I've disappointed you, he is living in seclusion with Ding Linglin in a certain valley, and I don't know where he is." Fu Hongxue flashed a trace of nostalgia and continued to drink.

Uncle Tai opened the wine jar and took a sip to his mouth: "It's okay, now that I see you, I'm not in a hurry to find him." ”

At this moment, a series of footsteps suddenly sounded, and suddenly, eight men in black walked in, each holding a rag and a broom.

They didn't look at Uncle Tai and Fu Hongxue, and as soon as they rushed in, they immediately began to clean and tidy up the hotel. (To be continued.) )