The afterglow of the sunset is like a long river of stars, but the heavens and the earth quickly decorate a layer of night.

The clouds cover the lonely moon, a muffled thunder, or a few thunderbolts, the earth is reflected hideously, and the clouds and rain that hide the sky and the world fall one after another, ruthlessly pouring down on an ancient mountain road in Suyang County.

A horse-drawn carriage galloped wildly on the mountain road, which seemed extremely abrupt in the dark night, and the remnants on both sides kept flying, and from time to time they were steeply lifted by the raised rocks, but there was always a thrilling and bumpy walk.

The downpour of rain hit the roof of the seemingly precious carriage, and the majestic rain made the rugged mountain road muddy almost instantly, and the terrible sound of the rain was very wonderful to the twelve-year-old boy in the car, and it was so wonderful that it made people desperate.

His face was extremely pale, his immature face seemed to be full of pain, and he could catch some unusual calm in his smart eyes.

A naïve boy of four or five years old in his arms was snuggled tightly into his arms, his body trembling uncontrollably, and the bumpy march was obviously not something that such a young child could bear.

The young man's lips were purple, a hint of cold invading him, and his confused eyes regained some vitality.

"Whew!"

The sound of the speeding wheels colliding with the stones, the sound of the fierce cold rain pouring around, and the thunder tearing the sky in the ink sky were intertwined, which was particularly terrifying at this moment.

In an instant, there was a sharp arrow that broke through the air, but there was less gasping sound from the imperial horse guard!

In the rainy night, a sharp arrow slashed through and struck between the guard's eyebrows, and life was fleeting, and it fell silent in the long night.

The carriage shook suddenly, and the horses roared violently, and they ran for a hundred meters before they could stop, wailing desolately.

The young man in the car coughed and spat out a mouthful of residual blood, and the fierce impact destroyed his white face to the point of being miserable.

The younger child was already embarrassed and fainted, and his face was full of bruises, and he looked deeply at the child in his arms, full of pity, sadness, and pity.

There was a burst of pain, but he couldn't hold back his screams, perhaps because of numbness, the guard's blood stained his eyes red, but it was only washed away by the torrential rain in an instant.

The fear of corpses seems to be innate, even if he is familiar with him before his death, but there are still palpitations after death, and the young man comforts himself: "If you are used to seeing it, you will not be afraid." ”

In a few breaths, the sound of the horse's hooves stepped up, chasing the light gradually slowed, and after the low roar, it was firmly grasped by the reins to stop the horse from resting, and the sword was shining with a touch of cold under the light of thunder, and immediately surrounded the carriage, and then the action was to get off the horse and kneel on one knee, regardless of the mud sticky, and the cold rain flooded the knees.

"A bunch of waste. Disdainful and proud words sounded, which seemed subtle under the rainy night, but deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

The source of the sound was a middle-aged man riding a white horse in the Western Desert, slowly coming in the opposite direction, and through the void, he could just see the soul-destroying ancient bow firmly grasped in his right hand.

The tyrannical eyes looked at the carriage interestingly, as if talking to themselves and laughing: "I heard that General Zhengnan has a linzi, who can read 10,000 words at the age of two, compose wonderful poems at the age of five, and is already famous for Suyang at the age of seven, but it is a pity that the boy died young." ”

Yin Owl's eyes swept away, and he couldn't help but have a hint of playfulness, and pulled out three Yan Ling arrows from behind him, and opened his bow to shoot.

The rain dripped, but his eyes didn't move.

The hand was slightly released, like an executioner in the night, three arrows were fired at the same time, and the young man in the car heard the sound of arrows, and tightly covered the child in his arms to cover him, looking flustered in a small space, and there was no way to avoid it.

When danger really comes, no matter how quiet and nourishing you are, you will naturally be afraid, and there may be no one who is not afraid of death, only someone who hides the tremor in the depths of her heart.

"Bell!"

The three arrows were blocked by a cold light sword that suddenly flew quickly, and the sound of metal clashing suddenly rang out, and then broke through an old tree beside the road, and the piercing impact temporarily dissipated the danger of killing the sharp arrows.

"Kill!"

The middle-aged man was suddenly vigilant, quickly pulled out the lancet on his waist, and at the same time signaled his subordinates to hurry up and kill the people in the car to prevent future troubles.

The sword came, but the source was unknown.

Dozens of subordinates also stood up in an instant, surrounded the carriage, and at the same time, the two people closest to the carriage slashed sharply, lifting the curtain and wanting to stab it!

In the gloomy rainy sky, a gray-clad masked swordsman with a hat as sharp as an eagle shot out of the dense forest, no one could see his complete figure, and the pursuers all looked horrified.

The ghostly swordsman brought up gusts of wind, and the rain splashed, as fast as the extreme, and the two palms flew together, lifting the curtain and stabbing the two people who stabbed the young man to death instantly!

At the same time, with a wave of the right sleeve, the figure of the long sword was drawn and floated up, and the sword was like a cloud dragon weirdly to the roof of the car, and the sword was in the sword, strangling the world.

The middle-aged man felt a life and death crisis, his internal strength was vigorous, the lancet turned in his hand, blocking the long sword, the two exchanged blows, a huge force attacked, he staggered and fell off the roof of the car, and the swordsman stood tall with a long sword.

The boy heard the sound of footsteps on the roof of the car and the sound of fighting, and secretly rejoiced, but he was very worried, and hugged his younger brother who was unconscious or sleeping in his arms.

"Dare to stop me from doing things in Biluo Huangquan, Your Excellency is so bold!" the middle-aged man said in a cold voice.

One move is known to be a non-swordsman opponent, but the momentum cannot fall.

The swordsman had no emotion, and fluttered arrogantly in the rain: "You can't kill these two people." ”

As soon as the words fell, the long sword followed the shadow, and he took the initiative to shoot, the sword was like a meteor, and he was crazy in the air!

The sword exploded suddenly, and the flesh flew up, taking two lives in an instant.

The middle-aged man's face changed, this swordsman was too strong, but the lancet in his hand was still flying, spun up rain splashes, and the thunder sensation was like a wolf pounced and jumped into the battle.

None of the dead soldiers in the Yellow Spring were afraid, and pounced on the lonely swordsman under the light of thunder!

It's a pity that they met someone they shouldn't have met, and a thousand knives couldn't get close to the swordsman.

On the contrary, the swordsman is smart, the swordsmanship is difficult, the tricks are overflowing, and he is still comfortable under the siege of several people, as if he is integrated with the night, and the shadow is invisible, the blood and water render the ancient road, and the stumps and broken arms are scattered all over the mountains and forests.

The young man closed his eyes and listened, the sword light roared, and the sound of the head falling to the ground was really pleasant, among them, there was a kind of rhyme, or happiness, but a tear fell from the corner of his eye.

It is unimaginable that the sharp arrow dark warrior who spent a lot of material and financial resources to cultivate will sink into the sand tonight, and the young blood will spill across the sky, and a wail will rise one after another, and then dissipate.

The swordsman, who never left a mouth alive, had already regarded these dead men as real dead men when he was ready to save the boy, and even a man whose limbs had been severed by a long sword would have a sword in his chest.

Helplessly, the swordsman's sword was too fast.

The middle-aged man felt that the swordsman in front of him was ruthlessly slaughtering his subordinates, not like a person, but more like the god of death sent by hell to harvest life!

In half a moment, the carriage was already lying around the dense corpses.

The middle-aged man was afraid, the image around him was like a Shura field, the clouds and smoke dissipated in a flash, and the perennial high position seemed to make him lose his original fear of death, watching the people around him fall one by one, looking at the swordsman's right hand I don't know whether it was washed by the rain, or the long sword that was not stained with a trace of bright red......

The sword is unpretentious, but it is cold.

So without hesitation, he ran into the distance, and carried it lightly, step by step through the layers of accumulated rainwater, the farther away, the greater the hope of survival.

The swordsman's eyes froze, and a silver dart appeared in his hand at some point, and he took it out again, and the rain swirled away, as if carrying a whirlwind, and then calmly turned around and got into the carriage, and drove the carriage away.

The middle-aged man felt his dying life, and he couldn't believe it, how could there be such a strong person in the world, and the rain gradually flooded his head and those dead eyes.

The boy couldn't help but be curious, and asked in a low voice, "Who are you, and why did you save us?"

Although the swordsman saved him, he didn't know what he meant, at least his father had said that no one would do something without a purpose.

The swordsman didn't answer, but his bloodshot eyes kept turning.

"Aren't you afraid?" said slowly, but his deep voice could make people tremble.

The young man thought for a moment: "I was afraid before, but now I am not afraid." ”

The corners of the swordsman's mouth moved slightly under the deep mask, and this kid didn't ask what he was afraid of, just answered like this, which was a little weird and unpredictable.

"There's nothing to be afraid of, I'm not afraid of death, and I'm not afraid of you. The boy continued, his eyes lit up.

The long night passed silently.

When the boy woke up the next day, he found himself in a thatched hut, and the sky outside the window was already clear, indifferent, and a ray of sunlight was shining.

The younger brother next to him is still asleep, and he looks very cute in a comfortable place.

The young man sat up gently, touched his brother's head, and fled for a few days with a look of pity, which really hurt his young brother.

Last night, it was like a dream.

Suddenly I felt that someone was around, and my heart tightened, and I hurriedly looked over. The swordsman didn't know when he walked into the hut and stood quietly on the side, the cold mask startling the young man.

"Seniors. The boy was not worried about the swordsman's ill intentions towards his two brothers, and if so, why would he take them to a place of temporary safety in the wilderness.

The swordsman's indifferent personality is terrifyingly calm, and it seems that he has been thinking for a long time.

"I can only take in one of your brothers, but the other has to leave. ”

When the young man heard this, his face suddenly darkened, as if he was a little sad, and even crossed a touch of determination.

The swordsman's calm heart actually made some waves, and then disappeared invisibly, and the agreement caused that although the young man was a good seedling, he was helpless.

"Brother stays, I'll go!"

Without any hesitation, following the swordsman, the younger brother still has a way to live, and he is not half resentful or dissatisfied with the swordsman, but he is still very grateful, at least he saved the lives of the two.

Now there are two brothers or the sergeants of the father's remnants everywhere, and the situation is critical.

Glancing at his younger brother deeply, his reluctance overflowed, the younger brother should not have borne these pains, tears rolled in his eyes, and he knelt down respectfully in front of the swordsman.

"Senior, I hope you can take good care of my younger brother for me, Ling Yun is grateful!"

The swordsman shook his head inadvertently, sighing a little.

"Don't worry. ”

Gu Lingyun was relieved when he heard this, smiled gratefully, and said goodbye to the swordsman with a hard heart, holding back his tears. The younger brother has always been very dependent on himself, and besides, the pain of parting, it is better for the child not to bear it.

The swordsman couldn't bear it, so he took out the money bag in his arms and threw it to Gu Lingyun.

"Go out and go straight for five miles, Tianfeng Town. ”

Gu Lingyun smiled with relief: "Thank you senior!"

Then he walked out of the hut and went to Tianfeng Town. Although I am worried about my younger brother, I should be relieved to have a swordsman to protect me, and now I am also in danger, so I will escape the pursuers first and then think about others.

Thinking that Tianfeng Town is already on the edge of Suyang County, the imperial court guards will definitely arrange heavy guards to prevent the people of the Zhengnan General's Mansion from escaping from Suyang, presumably the swordsman predecessors are not sure to take the two of them to escape from Suyang.

(End of chapter)