After the rain, the moon is especially lonely. There is no solution, and hatred is difficult to wash. Millions of miles of mountains and rivers in Zhongzhou. Wait for the dark tide to come out of the frost bun.

The military horn in front of the wind urges the battle urgently. Ask what is the problem, there is a trick in a hundred schemes. The white head sent the son to get drunk. Chivalrous and surging to cut lonely tears.

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The smell of the earth after the rain danced neatly in the air, and the evening breeze swept in the horses, and in an instant the group of dancers was dispersed, and when the wind was gone, these dancers reunited and danced, and the smell penetrated into Jinhong's nose.

"Hey, wake up!" said he heard his name called. Now his abdomen was itching at first, and then the itching sensation was gradually replaced by the sharp pain that pierced his heart, and he suddenly opened his eyes, only to see a tall man in front of him holding his shoulders and tilting his head and staring at him with a smile.

"If you continue like this, you're going to kill everybody. The tall man squatted down, examined the wound in Zhanhong's abdomen, and shook his head with a frown.

"I'm going to kill everyone?" Zhanhong leaned his back against the door panel, trying to adjust his posture, and as soon as he exerted force on his waist, he grinned in pain, and beads of sweat the size of beans were dripping like rain.

The man in front of him turned his head and shouted into the house, "Zhen'er, Zhen'er, come out and see this guy!"

Before the words fell, a figure flashed out of the house, and looked at it as a girl in the age of a golden hairpin. Her long black hair sparkled in the moonlight, her delicate face, her eyes were clear, the young girl's full and delicate skin appeared and disappeared under the intercolored skirt, and the colorful patterns of a pair of silk embroidered shoes under her feet were playful and lovely.

The girl trotted to Zhanhong's side, and when she saw the pool of blood, she covered her eyes with a pair of jade hands in fright, but she couldn't help but look between her fingers, and then covered it again when she saw it, and said on her mouth: "How could it be like this?" After speaking, she clenched her little fists and turned around to find the tall man, and smashed her fist on the tall man again and again: "It's all your fault!

Although the tall man was beaten down, it didn't hurt, and he said with a doting smile on his face: "Xiaotong, go find your sister Zhen'er." ”

Zhanhong looked at the scene in front of him, the pain in his body seemed to have been reduced a lot, his right hand covered his lower abdomen, his left hand supported the ground and straightened up, and a smile appeared on his face: "Xiaotong, I'm fine, you don't have to worry." After that, he looked at the tall man and said, "Frost Order, pull me quickly, I really have to go to the house to treat the wound." ”

Frost Xuan pinched Xiaotong's little face with his teeth, and walked over to help Zhanhong. This Zhanhong was reaching out to grab Frost Order's hand, and he caught a glimpse of Zhen Er, who was fluttering like a fairy at the door, looking at him, with love and hate in his eyes.

"You know that evil is born from your heart, but do you know that jealousy is also a kind of evil?"

The words were wrapped around Zhanhong's hair and face like spider silk floating in the air, covering his eyes, blocking his ears, and finally burrowing into his heart.

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Northern Dynasty Zhengguo, in the city of Shangjing.

After the rain, there were passers-by on the streets, and the night markets in the east and west markets gradually became lively.

Pingquan Road south to north, a black Hulun horse, four hooves like flying. I don't know how long it has been running, but the heat on the horse's body is rising, and the two big eyes are staring at the boss, and there is white foam on the mouth. Suddenly, the horse's front hooves were short, and his whole body fell forward, and he slid out of the waterlogged stone road quite a long way. It was really hard for the black-clothed rider on the horse's back, and the man rolled on the ground several times, and it looked like he had fallen a little worse than this horse.

It can also be seen that this black-clothed rider is not an ordinary person, and the rank must know that this fall is also skillful, but the test is reaction speed and physical fitness, and the probability of injury to those who can fall is small, or even not injured, and those who can't fall are said to be bleeding and fractured at worst, and there are many people who say that the soul returns to Huangquan in serious cases. The black-clothed rider in front of him was a master who could fall, and he rolled on the ground several times, stabilized his body and stood up freely, but there was nothing to do. He looked around, then ran to the black horse, looked at it, and then pulled the reins, and the horse stood up with his tugging, its nostrils fanning and chewing. The black-clothed rider glanced behind him and hurriedly turned on his horse. The black horse flew forward, and the black-clothed rider on horseback leaned over and turned his head to look behind him, only to see that several high-headed horses had chased after him.

The black Hulun horses galloped desperately, and several horses behind them clenched. The pedestrians on this road dodged one after another, and there was the danger of being knocked down by a horse that was slow to dodge, and for a time it was a chicken flying and a dog jumping. Roadside shop banners, banners and lanterns also suffered. The black-clad rider dodged the obstacles in front of him while urging his horse, and from time to time looked back at the position of his pursuers. The crotch horse is running faster and faster, the faster and faster he runs, his eyes can stare bloodied, as if he knows that the master is in deep danger, if he does not fight hard, the master will die on the spot.

It is said that there are several high-headed horses behind the black-clothed rider, each of which seems to have been carefully selected, the size and color of the coat are very similar, and several people on the back of the horse are also dressed in the same way, with a long sword hanging on their waists and a short knife under it, and they all have solemn faces and chase after each other.

The first person looked to the left, his eyes turned to his heart, and then he raised his hand and pointed to the side, everyone on both sides understood, and several horses were immediately divided into two teams, one team still followed the black Hulun horse in front, and the other team of several people urged the crotch to dismount and drill into the alley on the side.

In the blink of an eye, a group of people have rushed out of Pingquan Road, and the intersection in front of them is the Wushen Temple to the east.

The black-clothed rider was thinking in his heart, and with a flash of cold light in front of him, he shot an arrow from the alley on the right, and he had just dodged sideways, and out of the alley came another group of people and riders who had taken a shortcut, and a long bamboo pole ran in front of the horse.

"I'll go to you......" Before the black-clothed rider finished speaking, he fell down and flew out with men and horses.

But this time it wasn't like the last time, and in the confusion, the black-clad rider's head hit the stone steps on the side of the road. There was a "buzz" in his head, and the things in front of him changed in an instant, two to four, four to eight, and for a time the sky was spinning and turning.

Besides, the pursuers behind him were close in the blink of an eye, and the leader turned over and dismounted, and came to the black-clothed rider in a few steps, and saw the black-clothed knight's body twitch, and the leader actually laughed. He squatted down while laughing, groped around the black-clothed rider, and after a while, took out a gold medal from the arms of the black-clothed man, took it in his hand and looked at it carefully before putting it into his arms.

"Let's go. ”

After saying that, the number of people rode away, leaving only the black-clothed man and the black Hulun horse to the ground and convulsed.

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In the back garden of the Jinjun Pavilion in the Niuma Market in the north of the city, a group of men and stables were in full swing. Under the bright lights, handsome horses were pulled out, combed and brushed, and one of the white horses was particularly conspicuous.

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The moonlight behind the bamboo is dappled, and Zhanhong sits silently beside the bed.

Under the bedside lamp was a mass of blood-stained cotton gauze, the tail of the silver needle was threaded with the intestines of an otter, and the anti-inflammatory and analgesic sores were scattered all over the ground. Zhanhong's bloodstained hands trembled, his purple lips trembled, his face was bloodless, and fine beads of sweat oozed from his forehead, and then he saw that the wound on his abdomen had been treated.

Zhanhong slowly lowered his head, saw the gold embroidered sachet on the right side of his body, his eyes became tender like water, he reached out and wanted to take it, but he was afraid that the blood on his hand would stain the sachet, so he hurriedly withdrew his hand, he just looked at it like that, and watched quietly.

"This was given to you by Sister Ren?"

"No, it was given to me by your sister Zhen'er. ”

Zhanhong muttered to himself, dizzy for a while, and the whole person collapsed on the soft bed, and his head sank deep into the pillow. He only felt like he was being surrounded by something, and it was as if he was going to be pulled under the bed by something, and he sank deeper and deeper. Suddenly, Zhanhong seemed to remember something, and listened to it, and there seemed to be a white horse snorting in the courtyard, but when he went to listen carefully, there was only the sound of insects and the sand of the wind blowing in the bamboo forest.

Zhanhong pulled the blanket over his body, put his hands at his sides, and closed his eyes.

The moonlight is dappled and dances on Zhanhong's body.

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Let's say that the wind is urging the clouds to go, and the sun is already hanging in the east, and the sky is blue after being washed by the rain for days.

The shops on the street removed the windows and doors and put up pretenses, and the pedestrians on the street gradually increased, making it seem that the capital was so calm and peaceful.

A white horse came from the north from the east of the city and Shun Street, and the middle-aged man on the horse held a cigarette pouch and pot in his hand, squinted his eyes and took a puff, and slowly spit out the smoke ring. The white horse's four hooves are steady, there is no miscellaneous hair on the upper and lower parts of the body, and it is very well-behaved, it is also quite familiar with this road, and it does not need to be controlled by people immediately, the horse's head is crooked, and it turns into the alley on the side of the street.

After a while, the white horse carried a middle-aged man who was smoking to the door of a family, his front hooves on the ground, and his head shook from side to side. Immediately, the man looked at the courtyard gate in front of him, knocked out the ashes in the cigarette pouch pot, threw off the saddle and got off the horse, and raised his hand to call the door.

Half a moment later, a small gap was opened in the courtyard door, Zhanhong looked out, first saw Yang Pavilion Lao, and then saw the white horse behind Yang Pavilion Lao, and then opened the door.

"You're in a nice place, it's really quiet. Old Yang Guan said as he looked into the courtyard.

"Come in. Zhanhong flashed out the door, Yang Pavilion walked in, and the white horse trail followed behind and also entered the courtyard, and when he saw Zhanhong, he put his head up, which was quite intimate.

Old Yang looked at the layout of the courtyard left and right, nodded and said: "I really can't imagine that you, a man, live such a delicate life, if I didn't know you, I really thought you had a woman in this family." ”

Zhanhong stroked the neck of the white horse, patted it lightly, and took the reins to the stable, filled the trough with grass before going to see the old Yang Pavilion: "You took good care of it." ”

Yang Guan turned around when he heard the sound, Zhanhong in front of him was pale, dressed in linen clothes and pants, and his arms, abdomen, thighs, and ears were wrapped with cotton gauze. Yang Guan Lao was distracted for a while, thinking of Cao San of the Dong Mansion last night, he sighed lightly and inserted the cigarette bag pot into his belt, clapped his hands, looked at the white horse with a smile and said, "It is a good horse, it should be taken care of." After saying that, he put away his smile and looked at Zhanhong: "They shouldn't provoke you." ”

The breeze blew, Zhanhong took off the saddle and took off the chew, and saw the white horse bow his head to eat the grass before he spoke: "Thank you for finding it and helping me take care of it." ”

"Polite, I just did what I had to do. Elder Yang paused and said, "What are you going to do next?"

"Go and kill the man named Cao San. ”