The yellow sand is long, the cold wind is cold, the winter wind outside the plug is not like the Central Plains, and the cold and entangled bones are like a big knife across the world, splitting any living thing.

A long procession of riders, guarding the black carriage in the middle, walked hard in the wind, the cold and fierce wind made the horses unable to open their eyes, and the men on the horses were wrapped in thick sheepskin coats, and their faces were hidden in wide fur hats.

This black carriage, with a solemn appearance, is only carved with dark red mysterious patterns on the corners, and it is strange how the wind destroys it, like a man sitting firmly on a stool, not moving in the winter wind.

The people in the carriage were Beihan Jing, the princess of Beihan, and Han Qing, the master of the horses, and the purpose of this trip was to go to the Muyun Palace to congratulate Xiao Jingyu on his birthday as a defeated country.

Inside the carriage, it was very quiet at the moment, and Princess Bei Hanjing was lying in the carriage snoring like thunder.

Han Qing, the master of the horse, sat quietly on his side, half of his face hidden in the darkness, and half of his face was exposed to the light of the night pearl.

The soft brilliance of the night pearl traced his side face, casting a silhouette with distinct facial features on the wall.

Han Qing stared at the thin-necked black porcelain vase pinched in his fingertips, and his thoughts returned to the night before departure.

That night was very dark, there were only a few dim stars in the sky, and the dim moonlight poured on the majestic and tall princess's mansion.

In the princess's mansion, in the Bangqing Pavilion, the lights are like beans, and the dark candles reflect the two men standing and lying in the dark hall.

"The horse goes to Muyun, the king asked me to hand over this water to you, it is called real water, no fragrance, no color, no taste, under the wine, can make people die of excessive indulgence.

Remember not to count for seven days in a row, and if it is done, you will be under one and above ten thousand. With that, the man in the black witch robe took out a thin-necked black porcelain vase from his wide sleeves and handed it to the lazy horse master on the chaise long.

Han Qing lay on the chair arrogantly, indifferent, crossed Erlang's legs, and didn't mean to take it, and he didn't even raise his eyelids.

The air was silent for a long time, with an awkward silence.

"Han Yuma, but don't dare!" The man leaned over him, two slivers of hanging black hair, swaying slightly in the air as he walked, his eyebrows and eyes were extremely handsome, and there was a faint evil aura flowing between his eyebrows.

"Heh, how can I, Han Qing, be afraid." Han Qing lay on the chair and snorted coldly, with a look of disdain on his face.

"Then please take it, and Mo Ya will explain to the emperor." Fan Moya sent the fine-mouthed porcelain vase forward again, and the black fingers with distinct bones looked very white.

"It's not that I'm embarrassed, you only say you win and don't lose, how dare Han Qing take it." Han Qing stretched out his hand to resist the trend of the porcelain vase, and lifted his eyelids to shoot a sharp gaze like a real arrow.

"The king, I believe in Han Yuma's ability, this matter must be yours, only you know, I know, the king knows, I believe that even if you fail, you will not expose Beihan, then naturally you will not be threatened by your life."

Fan Moya tightly wrapped Han Qing's palm, smiled and handed the thin-necked porcelain vase to his palm, and said with a smile.

There was a trace of anger in Han Qing's fine eyes, and he took the porcelain vase unwillingly. He hated and scolded in his heart: Okay, you Beihan Mo is unceremonious to kill people with a knife, and you are not afraid that your own sister will be widowed.

Bei Han Mo didn't know what the reason was, everything didn't go well with Han Qing, and Han Qing didn't like the ice cube face.

"Han Juma, Mo Ya wishes you success in advance." Fan Moya slowly let go of his hand, and then took out a white porcelain bottle from his arms and stood on Han Qing's right hand.

Then he said: "This medicine, called alabaster cream, is specially refined by Mo Yahua for three days and three nights, it is a holy product for disinfection and hemostasis and saprophytic muscle, and the scars on Han Yuma's face may not be treated, and they will leave scars at light, and they will be infected and die of infection."

Han Qing had a deep white flesh scar on his face, and even if he sprinkled the medicinal powder, he couldn't resist the spread of the ulceration, looking very terrifying and hideous.

Han Qing didn't appreciate it, lifted his robe domineeringly, got up from the recliner, and beckoned the maid to send off the guest: "I'm happy to have a scar, take back your things, and send off the guest with red sleeves."

"Han Qing!" Mo Ya looked at Han Qing's departing back, and suddenly stepped forward to grab his wrist, and his words contained deep anger.

Han Qing quickly clasped Mo Ya's wrist with his backhand, resisted his lifeline, and said coldly: "Do you know that I hate it the most in my life, others force me to do things I don't like, get out!" After saying that, he turned around and slapped his palm on his chest, forcing Fan Moya back a few steps.

"Lord Wuxiang, please leave." A woman in red appeared silently in the darkness, scooped up the healing elixir on the table, threw it into Mo Ya's arms, and said ruthlessly.

Inside the carriage, Bei Hanjing said a few vague dream words, which made him come back to his senses and carefully put away the porcelain bottle.

Han Qing always had a dislike for Mu Yunguo. His father, Han Ze, the god of war of Fengqing Kingdom, was secretly escorted to Mu Yun as a hostage, making his family pay the price of life and death to protect the already destroyed Fengqing Kingdom.

Han Qing touched the porcelain vase in his arms, and said secretly with a hideous face: "Dog Emperor, all this is caused by you, the father and the son will pay the debt, and I will make you pay the price."

Outside the carriage, he suddenly remembered the voice of a soldier, interrupted his hatred and said: "Tell the princess, the horse, there is another inn in front, is it in front of you to rest in order?"

"Yes." Han Qing replied in a deep voice.

"Get up, get up!" Han Qing pushed impatiently, and Bei Hanjing, who was sleeping like a dead pig, shouted irritably. Nothing worse than marrying a man's wife.

"Hmm, it's time for Muyun?" Bei Hanjing rubbed her face in a daze, sat up and asked Han Qing, who was wearing a mask.

"Nope." Han Qing didn't want to look at Bei Hanjing more, so he coldly dropped the words, pushed open the sedan door, and jumped out of the carriage with his skills.

"Wait for me." Bei Hanjing had long been accustomed to Han Qing's cold words, and followed her with a casual bunch of hair.

"Princess, the master of the horse is too much, he always doesn't give you face in public, and he also raises the fox spirit with red sleeves to fight against you." The little chest saw his princess get out of the carriage and stared at Han Qing, who was staying in front of the bulletin board outside the inn, and began to be indignant again.

"Calm, calm, the beauty has a little temper, and it can be forgiven, anyway, the beauty woman is my woman." Bei Hanjing moved her hands and feet, looked at Han Qing, who left him far behind, and rubbed the maid's hair with a smirk, but comforted the maid.

"There are many warriors in the Northern Cold, why did you pick him. Princess, you know to spoil him, I think he is nothing without you. Xiao Jie didn't like Han Qing from the first time he saw him, his two eyes were the same as growing to the sky, and he used his nostrils to see people.

"General, please be slow, the poor road has a fate with the benefactor, and there is a word to give it!" Han Qing was hungry and wanted to enter the inn, but was suddenly stopped, and turned his head to see that it was an old Taoist priest in shabby clothes, with white hair and a mole around his eyes, and couldn't help but squint.

"What?" Han Qing glanced at him and asked impatiently.

"I see that there is black air swirling on the general's brow, and I am afraid that a disaster will come." The Taoist priest was not afraid when he saw Han Qing's terrifying and evil mask, and said kindly by touching his gray beard.

"I'm wearing a mask, you can see that my brow is black, you are also a god, but you should tell me well, what kind of disaster am I?"

Han Qing raised his eyebrows under the mask, took out the short knife at his waist and turned it in his hand, and asked with a smile, this nonsense old Taoist priest.

"The secret of heaven cannot be revealed, the old Tao can only tell you that the general is in the palace when he commits the Peach Blossom Tribulation.

You are in conflict with that imperial city, and once you enter it in this life, you will be imprisoned, unless you have the help of nobles. I would like to advise the general again, the killing spirit in you is too heavy. If you go down the wrong path for fear of evil consequences, you will definitely betray your relatives and leave your relatives, and expose your corpses to the wilderness, only if you spend money now to prevent disasters. ”

"Thank you so much for your kind words!" Han Qing took out the silver taels from his arms, handed them to Lao Dao's hands, crossed the cocoons of his fingers, pursed his lips and said with a smile.

"I will have the money and money to repair the good fortune for the general." When the Taoist priest saw that the money was in hand, he happily accepted the money, and just turned around and was suddenly stabbed in the neck.

"Why didn't you calculate that you would have this difficulty?" Han Qing looked at the Taoist priest covering his neck, his expression fell to the ground in shock, he pulled out his scimitar neatly, and asked with an evil smile.

As soon as Bei Hanjing walked in, she saw Han Qing killing, and hurriedly held the fallen old way, hugged his neck and asked nervously, "Old man, how are you?" Bandage his small breasts!"

"That's it, my life is like this, and I can't persuade people to do good. Donor, he is a lonely star, if you don't leave him, you will eventually be killed!" The old man looked at Bei Hanjing, who wanted to save him, shook his head and persuaded him with pity, and then swallowed his breath.

Han Qing leaned coldly against the door, looked at Bei Hanjing helplessly unable to save the old man, and couldn't help but sneer: "Do you know who he is?"

Bei Hanjing was a little angry in his heart, he felt that Han Qing was too much, no matter whether this old way was a liar or not, how could he kill ordinary people indiscriminately.

"Next time before you are badly kind, you might as well take a look at the bulletin board next to the inn, what is pasted?" Han Qing was too lazy to talk to the fool, and went to the inn to eat.

Bei Hanjing walked to the bulletin board suspiciously, and looked at a portrait of a middle-aged murderer posted on it, with a beardless face, a scar on his mouth, and a zhi next to his eyes.

The murderer was a robber, who knew how to do some leg and foot kung fu, and killed many innocent passers-by, and his appearance and silhouette were a little similar to the old way, especially the mole next to his eyes.

Bei Hanjing squatted down, looked at the old road carefully, and suddenly found that the corner of the beard was a little warped, and he tore it off in confusion, and there was a scar hidden under it that was exactly the same as the one in the picture.

Bei Hanjing pulled Lao Dao's hair, and the wig came down, the appearance was exactly the same as the picture, she finally spread his hand again without giving up, and found that this was the hand of a martial arts practitioner, and sure enough, it corresponded to the text one by one, and couldn't help but admire Han Qing's meticulousness, who would pay attention to ordinary passers-by?