When the breeze blows through this quiet village in the south of the Yangtze River, a faint scent of rice wafts through the air.

During the Kaiyuan period, there were three major cities in the Tang Dynasty: Luoyang, Chang'an, and Yangzhou.

Yangzhou City is the most prosperous city in the south of the Yangtze River.

To the south and east of this prosperous town, there is a mountain village called Daoxiang Village.

The folk customs here are simple and simple, and the rice is fragrant.

In this chaotic world of strife, it is really a paradise.

At this time, a white-robed man carried a wine jug and looked into the distance in amazement.

A long hair with a shawl scattered.

His name is Li Fu.

At this time, not far away.

"Brother Fu, you wait for me. ”

A woman in Tsing Yi trotted towards him.

Hearing this, Li Fu frowned slightly.

On the indifferent look, a touch of discomfort emerged.

Immediately, his figure suddenly moved and disappeared in place.

He has studied hard for many years, and he has long been thorough about the general trend of the world, the treacherous nature of human nature, and the mountains and rivers. He has been learning the art of balance since he can remember, planning others, but never planning himself.

It's as if he was born to live for ghosts, and he doesn't have to pay attention to himself.

And he didn't have any doubts about it.

It's like fate in the dark.

At this point, when he became more involved in the world, he gradually began to be confused and changed.

The woman who is chasing after her not far away is a ray of sunshine in this scene where people's hearts wake up and grow.

Holding the new wine brewed from the old jar in one hand and the bowl he had just borrowed in the other, he slowly walked towards the man who had brought him a new life.

When he was young, he was chased and killed, and it was Engong who desperately rescued him.

And when he grew up quietly, Engong had already returned to his soul.

The man had no name, no face, and no breath.

In front of him was nothing but a tomb, the tomb of an unknown hero covered with vines that had been silent for hundreds of years.

At this time, the man's brows furrowed slightly, as if he was thinking about something, and he looked slightly away, and a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes.

He tilted his head slightly, as if he heard something moving in the distance, and couldn't help but shake his head helplessly, turned his head to pour wine, poured a glass of sake, and slowly sacrificed it in front of the tomb.

The sound of breathing was a little rapid, and I am afraid that even ordinary people who had never practiced martial arts could hear the voices of people who came in a hurry.

The woman with a touch of bright green, seeing the man tilt her head, hid behind the tree in a hurry, her eyes wet as if she was tired of running.

Suddenly he remembered something, shook his head in annoyance, turned around and walked out generously, walked quickly towards the man, slowed down his pace as he approached, gradually paced to his side, and whispered:

"Brother Fu. ”

Li Fu's face was calm, and he couldn't see his joy or anger, but he just turned his head slightly to look at the picturesque woman with picturesque eyebrows, and said lightly:

"What are you going to do?"

"I-"

The woman in green raised her lips and teeth slightly, as if she was about to say something, but Li Fu, who was in front of the meeting, suddenly turned a pank, couldn't help but be slightly surprised, and opened a pair of almond eyes.

Li Fu frowned and glanced at the path when he came, made a silent gesture at the woman, grabbed the woman slightly with one hand, lifted his breath slightly, and jumped towards the woods.

Seeing this, the woman faintly understood something, hurriedly put away her spiritual power, and kept silent.

Turning his head to look at the side face of the man next to him, he was slightly stunned.

Li Fu's heart was slightly deep, and the aura that could only be detected so close was beyond the reach of a master.

Such a master, why would he set foot in a small Daoxiang Village?

The people who came were silent.

The glimmer of light that poured down from the treetops in the early morning hit him as light as the sound of his footsteps.

But even if there is no one, even in the middle of the city, such people are difficult to ignore and attract your attention.

The man's long hair was untied, and it hung down to his waist like this, but it was not messy at all.

His steps were very slow, but he walked very fast, and the breeze he carried stirred up a few waves on the flowing scholar's robe.

The white blisters seem to be unstained with the world, but when you look closely, they reveal light blue cloud lines, and the men in clothes seem to be more and more elegant.

The man is not young, he is not confused, the long black hair has not been long, but there are no fine lines on his face, and he seems to have just stood up when he looks closely.

But those dark and far-reaching eyes give people a sense of penetrating the world, as if your heart has been guessed by him.

The bookish aura spread all over the body, but there was no sense of serenity.

The slightly sunken temples and the sound of light footsteps indicated that this man was indeed in danger.

At this time, the man walked towards the nameless tomb, the morning wind lifted the outer robe, and the jade flute in his right hand paused, so as to caress the palm of his left hand.

The slender and good-looking eyebrows were a little stunned, looking at the tombstone, and the low voice like silk slowly leaked out.

"Thirty years of drunken rivers and lakes, I have to write a sword to solve the red dust. ”

Yan shook his head slightly, snorted lightly, and laughed with his back hand:

"Master Xie, you have chased me all the way to this point, don't you show up now?"

"Hmph!" A cold snort came from the air, and a man in silver armor tumbled down the mountain, slowly landed, and clenched the silver gun in his hand. He was older than the man in front of him, his beard was a little messy, and the furrows on his face were very obvious, obviously after a chase. The slightly dark face slowly sank, revealing a bit of majesty, "I wanted to take the opportunity to punish you, the head of all evils, but today in front of Tang Daxia's tomb, I spared you." As he spoke, he looked at the tombstone with a hint of solemnity in his eyes.

His armor was a little old, but the cold light shone, and he took advantage of his burly posture to stand taller. The facial features on the face of the national character are slightly rough, but there is a sense of pride that is difficult for ordinary people to achieve.

Li Fu in the treetops was surprised in his heart, looking at the two people who suddenly appeared, his thoughts couldn't help but churn. At this time, if there were people from the rivers and lakes who knew the two of them, I am afraid that it would be difficult to suppress the exclamation.

The Wicked Valley Lord Wang Yifeng, and the leader of the Haoqi Alliance, Xie Yuan.

The snow devil turned over the clouds and rain, and Xie Yuan talked and laughed about the wind and thunder. ”

In today's world, no matter how many sects are established, they can't escape the two camps that are gradually half of the top two camps.

The Haoqi Alliance was born from the fight against the Valley of the Wicked, and the Valley of the Wicked took it upon itself to protect the wicked in the world.

Xie Yuan was born in the Tiance Mansion of the imperial court, and when he was a teenager, he was jealous and hateful, and he has always shown no mercy to the people of the Valley of the Wicked.

This time, when he heard the wind and rushed to Daoxiang Village, he happened to meet the opponent Wang Yifeng, and he couldn't help but follow him all the way here. But they never thought that the purpose of the two was to be in one place, and they all gathered in front of this lonely tomb.

Wang Yifeng laughed when he heard this, stretched out his hand and stroked the tombstone, and said in a deep voice:

"Meng Master Xie really thinks that the Tang League Lord is lying in this tomb?"

The person in front of him was dressed in a flowing robe, and he looked like a gentle and elegant person, but in fact, no one could see through him. Xie Yuan was silent when he heard this, and then asked rhetorically:

"What do you want to say?"

Wang Yifeng stroked his palms and smiled: "Why should the Lord of the Xie League pretend to be confused, if you haven't heard the rumors, why did you come here?"

"It's just a myth. ”

Xie Yuan seemed to be a little impatient and interrupted Wang Yifeng's words.

"Really?"

Wang Yifeng chuckled, and when he spoke, the jade flute in his hand suddenly turned, and his feet moved, turning around and rushing towards Xie Yuan.

Xie Yuan was stunned for a moment, but his reaction was extremely fast, and he hurriedly resisted with his hands, but because of the fierce spiritual power coming with the wind, he couldn't help but take a step back.

Wang Yifeng's jade flute was clear, and he was heading towards the enemy's chest acupuncture points, and the speed was extremely fast, Xie Yuan hurriedly used his spiritual power to resist, and his strong skill made the surrounding branches tremble.

Unexpectedly, Wang Yifeng did not make a move, but followed this force and retreated, and the already ethereal light skill borrowed the power of Xie Yuan's move, as fast as a ghost.

In the blink of an eye, he jumped on the branch and disappeared.

The laughter came from afar, clearly piercing Xie Yuan's ears.

"Legends are not necessarily ethereal, and the characters in legends may not be reappearing. In an instant, the voice was already far away, Xie Yuan paused, but he knew in his heart that this time he was afraid that he would not be able to catch up with this cunning person.

But the words he left behind made the menacing man bow his head and think for a moment, and suddenly his eyes swept over the dark bushes in the distance with some nonchalantness, shook his head slightly, turned and walked away with his gun.

After a long time, Li Fucai and the green-clothed man jumped down from the bushes, and this wise man stepped on the dust of the battle between the two of them, looking back at the tomb of the hero, and a look of doubt flashed in his eyes.

Who is the upcoming character in the legend?

Just when he was puzzled, suddenly, his heart trembled, and he looked into the distance.

Ten miles away, a crack opened in the void, and a young man covered in blood slowly fell from the void.

Eventually, lying on the grass.