On a mountain road not far from the capital of the Great Liang Emperor, a man and a woman were hurrying, both of them looked very old, about twenty years old. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The man has a rough appearance, and in this cold day and cold moon, he only wears a sleeveless colored leather jacket on his upper body, and his exposed arms are muscular.

The woman is not too beautiful, with a pair of Danfeng triangular eyes, but she is dressed up very "demonic" and showy.

"Brother Tiger Head, do you think your father doesn't like me?" the woman asked with a worried look on her face.

When the man heard this, he took the woman's weak little hand and said: "Sister Xiangwei, don't worry, my father has a good temper, he won't dislike you, my father not only has a good temper, but also has a high level of knowledge, unlike me who can only dance with knives and guns." ”

The woman giggled a few times, and the flower branch spread out again, seemingly satisfied with the man's answer.

"Hey, Brother Tiger Head, what does your father look like, does he look like you?"

"It's not like it, I was picked up by my father from the snow, if it wasn't for my father who saved me, I would have frozen to death and starved to death, my father looks good when he laughs, unlike me who is just a rough person, not to mention a big head, and a long tail, laughing is even more scary. ”

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There is a valley in the place where the south gate of the imperial city is ten miles out of the city, this valley is huge, three sides are the cliffs that rise into the clouds, there is only one entrance to enter, the name is: Sleepy Dragon Valley.

There are several attic houses in the valley, and there is a platform with a radius of 1,000 acres in the middle, on the platform, there are thousands of people who are bound, men, women and children, there are heavy guards around, and there are countless people watching in the distance.

In an attic, a young man in yellow stood with his hands in his hands, staring at the central platform with cold eyes, and at this moment, a sound of "dong dong" coming upstairs came, and after a while, a young woman in palace clothes appeared.

The man in yellow turned his head and asked in surprise, "Senior sister, why are you here?"

The palace woman walked slowly a few steps, stood side by side, and said coldly: "When I kill this group of people and break the foundation of that useless old guy, I will definitely be able to suck all his luck dry, but that stinky Taoist priest is really becoming more and more uncooperative, and he dares to reduce the dosage of the Six Desires and Joy, and when this matter is over, there is no need to leave him." ”

The man in yellow replied gloomily: "Senior sister, don't worry, senior brother knows how to do it, there is news from within the sect, it won't be long before our Hehuan Sect can reappear in the world, and there is no need to be so cautious when the time comes." ”

At this moment, the corner of the yellow-clothed man's mouth suddenly hooked up a cold and evil smile, and he saw a man in gray in the valley stepping into the air, passing over the handle to guard the heavy soldiers, holding a three-foot cold manglong sword, and standing upright on one foot on a dragon flag several feet high.

The man in gray was about forty years old, with a white face and a long beard, his right finger was carrying a long sword, and his left finger was pointing to a tall shed in front of the platform: "Demon Dao, dare to fight with me!"

In the shed, a slightly chubby man dressed as a Taoist priest closed his eyes tightly, meditated, and ignored the actions of the gray-clothed man.

On the platform, most of the thousands of kneeling people were shocked, swept away their languishing color, and their eyes showed a ray of hope.

In front of these men were an old man and six young men standing alone, but they had different complexions from the others.

The old man was about sixty years old, with gray hair, fair skin, and a very upright appearance, only to see him shake the shackles and chains and shout anxiously: "This chivalrous man is leaving quickly, the demon mana is boundless, don't lose your life for my Wen Han again, I Wen Han really can't afford it!"

On the flagpole, the man in gray hugged his fist towards Wen Han and said: "The literary teacher is famous, and he asks for his life for the common people in the world, he is really a model for my generation, although my generation is reckless, but also knows the word chivalry, this demon road is a disaster for the country and the people, and it is despised by my generation, and my generation does not pity itself. ”

After the man in gray finished speaking, the cold light in his hand shook, and he stepped on the void and stabbed at the Taoist priest above the shed.

The Taoist priest sat on it completely unmoved, seeing that the tip of the sword was within a few zhang, and suddenly, a young man snorted coldly.

The man in gray only felt a moonlight flash in front of him, and his body shot to the ground like a kite with a broken string, and after squirting out a few mouthfuls of blood, his eyelids couldn't stop closing, and he was about to pass out.

Several soldiers skillfully tied up the man in gray, and after dragging him to the platform, there were dozens of unconscious people in different costumes behind him, and the man in gray became one of them.

The dim sky suddenly began to drop a drop or two of rain, very small and fine, but cold to the face, and the bleak wind blew and dried, as if waiting to wash the earth away.

On the road to the Sleepy Dragon Valley, a luxurious carriage with a completely blackened body slowly moved forward, passing by a young man in white, and after the man riding the horse "shouted" a few times, a young man in white jumped out of the car.

The young man in white who jumped out of the carriage was the one who was plotting in the deep mansion of Xicheng, and this person was the third prince of the Great Liang Kingdom and was named King Qi.

The third prince saluted the ordinary-looking white-clothed young man in front of him and said, "This chivalrous warrior is going to Trapped Dragon Valley?"

This ordinary-looking young man in white was none other than Niu Fan, and he saluted back and said, "Exactly." ”

The third prince took the falling star rain point with his hand, and said with a smile: "The sky is not beautiful, if the knight does not give up, he can go with him." ”

Niu Fan did not refuse, got into the carriage, the inside is very spacious, the incense is fragrant, the fox fur cushion is very luxurious, and a charcoal stove in the middle emits light and heat in the subtle "crackling" sound.

"In Xia Liang San, I don't know what to call a knight?" the third prince asked with his hands raised.

"In the lower cow fan. Niu Fan replied lightly.

Liang San called Niu Fan a chivalrous man, but Niu Fan did not refute it, Niu Fan had already inquired a lot about the things in the Trapped Dragon Valley, and the purpose of Niu Fan's trip was to save people and kill people.

Whether the two misunderstood or not, the purpose of this trip was tacit.

"The devil descends from the sky, the country has a stubborn disease, and the people with lofty ideals of our generation, although they have more than enough heart but lack of strength, what can they do in vain?" the third prince sighed lightly, as if he was saying it to Niu Fan, and as if he was asking himself.

Niu Fan was slightly surprised when he heard this, but he didn't answer in a hurry, and used pliers to pluck the coals, and a trace of warmth came out.

"Although this charcoal fire is small, it can drive away the cold in the car, only the glow and heat the ear, a little cold, and it can be heated again, if it is not enough, add another piece. ”

After Niu Fan finished speaking, he picked up a piece of fine charcoal and threw it into the furnace, Niu Fan's words were simple, but they were completely different in the ears of the third prince, he was stunned, and kept repeating Niu Fan's words in his heart.

Many years later, the third prince has already become a generation of Ming Jun, but he has never forgotten Niu Fan's words today, only shining ears, his life is the same, every year when the cold day is baked, he personally stirred the charcoal, watching the charcoal self-improvement more than burning, the charcoal that was stirred will be around the charcoal burned more vigorously, the newly added charcoal also burned quickly, until all turned into ashes, the end of the life of the charcoal, but the surrounding warmth, treacherous and evil are not close.

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