The sky was faint, and pale gray clouds floated in the distance.

In the early morning, the wind was cold, and the flames were blown to the north, tearing out long tails of flames.

Goo-doo

Boiling water boiled up in a small pot, carrying two slices of boiled white round cakes.

Ye Cheng frowned, swallowed the bread in his mouth with difficulty, and raised the remaining half of his hand to the big black horse on the side

"Old Black, do you want it?"

The big black horse looked up at Ye Cheng with disdain, and then lowered his head again, arched the snow with his big head, and continued to look for the weeds and roots under the snow.

Feeling the contemptuous gaze of the big dark horse, Ye Cheng was stunned for a moment, and finally held back a sentence for a long time

"You...... Old black, count you ruthless"

Ye Cheng took out the only two pieces of cake left in the pot, divided three times by five, and prepared to make a quick decision.

Da-da-da-da

Suddenly, there was a rush of horses' hooves.

"The smell of blood"

Ye Cheng put down the bread in his hand, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked into the darkness in the distance of the official road.

Although he was seriously injured, his five senses were still top-notch existences, not to mention that the smell of blood in the air was extremely strong, even a martial artist who had just formed his inner qi would clearly perceive it.

A figure rushed towards Ye Cheng's direction at high speed, and the hurried horse's hooves lifted the snow.

Two figures rode on the horse, the first of which was a young man in a brocade robe, the man's face was pale, the brocade robe on his chest was tattered, and the red blood continued to flow out as the horses galloped, leaving a little blood on the snow.

Behind the man was a middle-aged man in a white robe, a middle-aged man in white was lying on the back of a young man, unconscious, and blood was dripping down his white cuffs.

The horses galloped like the wind, and they swept past Ye Cheng without the slightest stop.

"Vendetta"

Ye Cheng looked at the red horse shadow that was rapidly moving away, and a sense of familiarity rose in his heart, and suddenly he stood up and pointed to the galloping horse in front of him with some anger

"Damn, Lao Hong, you are unproductive, I would have added food directly if I had known, don't run, come back to Lao Tzu"

Hearing Ye Cheng's voice, the red horse paused slightly, as if he wanted to turn around, but the knight in front was in a hurry, and the back of the sword slapped towards the horse's buttocks, and the red horse ran directly into the distance under the pain.

"My Horse"

On the empty official road, the young man's somewhat complaining voice continued to echo in the heavens and the earth

The big black horse swayed forward, the road was covered with thick snow, and finally came to feel some popularity, and a discarded wooden wheel was buried in the snow.

"It should be there this afternoon, Lao Hei, go quickly, when we enter the city, we will eat and drink spicy food."

Ye Cheng kicked the big black horse, Lao Hei galloped forward a few steps, and then stopped, lazily and slowly walked forward.

People are iron, rice is steel, and if you don't eat a meal, you will be hungry and panic, not only Ye Cheng has been cut off in the past two days, but even the big black horse has been cut off from food and grass.

Looking at the big black horse with weak energy, and then thinking of the cheerful old red who had just galloped by, Ye Cheng's face became more and more difficult to look at.

Boom, boom, boom

A deafening sound came from behind, and three figures galloped from behind, the first knight was a strong man, wearing only a white single coat, but in this cold season, the man's body was constantly bubbling with white gas.

As soon as the sturdy man reined in the horse, the front hooves of the black healthy horse were raised high, and he stopped in front of Ye Cheng.

"Boy, I haven't seen two people, riding a big red horse, I should be injured"

Hearing the man mention the red horse, Ye Cheng's face darkened suddenly, and he glanced at the man in front of him.

He has a beard on his face and carries a fine iron axe behind his back, and the blade of the axe is shining cold.

"Are you deaf, do you hear what you said" The big man stared at Ye Cheng, but the horsewhip in his hand was raised

"Don't you have long eyes, you won't look at such a big pool of blood on the ground, ask, you love to ask, go back and ask your mother"

Ye Cheng pointed ahead, and a palm-sized snow surface in front of him was stamped with red blood.

"Boy, you're looking for death"

The big man's eyes were fierce, and the horsewhip in his hand was about to fall.

"Third child, forget it, it's a big deal"

Not far away, a golden-robed man with the appearance of a leader glanced at Ye Cheng and suddenly spoke.

At this time, Ye Cheng's appearance was a little weird, wearing a gray robe that was half white but not black, with three long knives wrapped in black cloth tied to his back, the long knives were staggered on his back, like a trident, and two black iron handles were exposed on both sides of his shoulders.

What's even more exaggerated is that Ye Cheng still has a long knife hanging next to his horse, and the scabbard hanging obliquely on the horse's back swayed as Lao Hei stepped forward.

"One transformation, two condensation, it's also rare"

Ye Cheng looked at the golden-robed man, and then the corners of his mouth twitched, and he withdrew his gaze again

Although the two I saw before didn't know what kind of cultivation they were, they were injured by disembowelment, and they could still jump around so vividly, and they were obviously masters with good internal qi.

Coupled with the current three inner families, this kind of force is enough to defend a medium-sized county town, and even in a big city like Ying'an, it is enough to divide one side

"Since there are traces of blood here, the Han family father and son must want to escape back to Dingling, we must get that thing, and we must not let them enter the city alive."

"I don't know which bastard actually threw the best military horse in the wild, otherwise how could the Han family father and son escape from our palms" Beside the golden-robed man, a hook-nosed man said viciously

"It's a big deal for my Wang family, don't let me know who that bastard is, otherwise I'll let him know what it means to live and not die," the hook-nosed man said with a gloomy face

Hearing the hook-nosed man's words, the corners of Ye Cheng's mouth twitched again.

Although the two spoke softly, in terms of Ye Cheng's hearing, it was no different from speaking in his ear.

"The third child is going to go, the boy who hasn't grown his hair is all right, what are you angry with him" The golden-robed man in the lead looked back and greeted him, and then chased forward again.

"Count your kid lucky, if it's usual, hehe......" The bearded man glared at Ye Cheng fiercely, and the long whip in his hand hit the horse's buttocks, suddenly revealing a bloody mark.

The sturdy black horse neighed in pain and quickly chased forward.

Ye Cheng looked at the three people who disappeared at the end of the official road, and there was thought in his eyes

"I didn't expect to encounter this kind of thing before I entered the city, it seems that this falling mountain is really a little interesting, what bulls, ghosts, snakes and gods have been drawn out, is this a vendetta? Or is it a treasure grab?"

"However, what does this have to do with me" Ye Cheng stretched, patted the big black horse, and chuckled

"You say yes, old black"

The big black horse shook his head, took another step, and after a small wave, one man and one horse embarked on the journey again.

When it was dark, Ye Cheng saw the city wall of Dingling.

Dingling is not a big city, and unlike these big cities with walls of thirty or forty meters in Beining Ying'an, the city wall of Dingling is only eleven or twelve meters high, which looks a little low.

In the cold winter season, the sky also gets dark quickly.

Although it was only four o'clock in the afternoon, Dingling City was about to close its gates.

Two soldiers at the gate of the city stood in the cold wind with their hands shrunk, and the two of them stomped their feet from time to time, shivering all over.

The front of the door was clean, but it was empty, and a cold wind blew, blowing up a cloud of gravel and dust.

In the cold winter of Layue, who is not comfortable at home, no one will go out of the city at all.

The two soldiers finally reached five o'clock, and were about to close the door, when suddenly a young man riding a black horse hurried over, and when he saw the two of them preparing to close the door, he slapped the horse's buttocks.

"Thirty wen into the city, hurry," the two soldiers said impatiently

The young man was stunned for a moment, and then he took out a small bag directly from his arms and took out thirty copper plates

"Don't you need to check," Ye Cheng said with some curiosity

Ordinary cities, whether they are individuals or caravans, must be checked before entering the city, in order to prevent bandits or ghosts from mixing into the city, especially these warriors with swords on their backs, it is the focus of the investigation, but looking at the posture of this Dingling City, it doesn't matter at all.

"What so much nonsense, let you in, hurry up, sir, I'm going to call it a day," a soldier said impatiently

The other soldier glanced at Ye Cheng's somewhat immature face, but said more

"You doll also learn from others to hunt for treasures, now Dingling City is in chaos, be careful after entering, provoke people, and you don't know how to die"

"Lao Liu, what nonsense are you talking to him, more than a dozen of these stunned Qingcheng have died, which one is willing to listen to your persuasion"

He glanced at the smiling young man on the side and waved his hand

"Hurry in, see more, listen more, talk less, sir, I'm going to close the city gate"

Ye Cheng led the black horse into the city gate, and the thick black city gate behind him squeaked and closed heavily.

"It seems that this Dingling City is not very peaceful, too, after all, there is only this city near Luoyou Mountain."

Dingling City to the east, in the half-day footsteps, it officially enters the Luoyou Mountain, within a radius of thousands of miles, there is only one city in Dingling.

With the convergence of people from all sides, this originally remote town ushered in a somewhat deformed prosperity.

Walking out of the doorway, there is a straight avenue, at the end of the avenue is the attic row upon row, the dusk yellow and warm red lanterns hang on the upper floor, swaying with the wind, the pedestrians in the distance are weaving, and a wave of earthly hustle and bustle is blowing in the face.

Ye Cheng sighed a little, these days the wind and food are sleeping in the open, and there is not even a figure on the road, looking at the journey, except for the snow or the snow, he is injured, and he can't even cultivate, so he can only be accompanied by two horses.

At the beginning of the lanterns, there were more and more pedestrians on the street, there were small traders carrying burdens and preparing to go home, middle-aged men with big bellies followed by black-clothed guards, and there were also many warriors with swords and swords or spears on their backs.

Xiao Er on the street greeted the guests, the cries of sugar gourds, the white steam of steamed buns, and the aroma wafting from the restaurant, these sounds and smells were mixed in the hazy night, and they converged to create the unique evening time of the small town

Ye Cheng took a deep breath, smelling the aroma of food wafting in the air, and his eyes suddenly lit up

"Braised prawns, roast chicken, braised lion's head, I'll smell it again, oh, and sweet and sour fish and stir-fried lamb tripe"

Ye Cheng wiped the corners of his mouth, pulled the reins of the horse, and almost pulled Lao Hei on his heels

"Let's go, old black, let's eat meat"

In the resentful eyes of the big black horse, one person and one horse got into a five-story restaurant on the side of the road.

The streets were full of people, and a young man in white was shaking a fan, swaying along the road, and five or six black-clothed men followed closely behind him.

The leading big man's face was cold, and a long scar started from his right eye and slashed across his cheek, and some martial artists with gloomy faces saw this big man, and their eyes were a little jealous.

On the shoulders of the young man, there was a fluffy white creature lying on his stomach, with a round body, a pair of big round eyes that turned from time to time, looking extremely clever.

The white furball lay lazily on the young man's shoulder, looking at the pedestrians around him.

Suddenly, the little white beast seemed to sense something, and suddenly the person stood up, and the white hair on his body exploded at once, and the roots stood up.

Squeak squeak

The white furball suddenly stretched out a small white paw from the snow-white fluff and pointed at a restaurant not far away.

The young man suddenly stopped, looked at the restaurant called Zuiyue Lou at the end of the street, and his eyes lit up.