Fifty miles north of the capital, a group of men and horses marched south, led by a woman on horseback.

In the carriage, a young man is fanning an old man, this young man is the second prince of the dynasty.

The old man pondered for a long time, and his face finally relaxed, "Lord Wang, this time you entered Beijing alone, nine deaths, if you want to hold that glimmer of life, you can't make a mistake."

The young man nodded, and the old man stepped forward and whispered in a low voice.

……

After Zhou Jiu'er finished speaking, Wang Shande put away the folding fan and stopped the convoy.

"What's wrong?"

The woman who changed from riding a car to riding a horse lifted the curtain and asked.

Wang Zhide smiled apologetically at the woman, "I'm afraid I can't take you with me when I go to the capital this time." ”

"Why?" The woman frowned.

"We have made so many small moves, we think we are doing it very secretively, but in fact, we will definitely not be able to escape the surveillance of the secret guards, and going to the capital this time is tantamount to throwing ourselves into the net."

"Then I'll have to follow." The woman was a little anxious.

"I know the holy man best, and he has some woman's kindness.

If I go alone in the name of making amends, I can't guarantee that he will read the so-called brotherhood and let me go, but if I enter Beijing with a show of strength, it will be difficult to deal with. ”

"Are you sure?" The woman was still skeptical.

"Of course." The man smiled and nodded, "I know what I know." ”

"Okay."

Nie Yingxue understood the other party's temper, and this matter was not negotiable, so she instructed her entourage:

"Leave one horse behind, and the rest will follow me back to Jiangnan."

"Yes!"

The group, including Zhou Jiuer, changed direction and headed south, leaving Wang Zhide alone on the horse.

Looking at the team that was gradually moving away, a hint of hesitation flashed in Wang Zhide's eyes, but he was immediately replaced by decisiveness.

"Kingship, all this is your own effort."

After saying an inexplicable word, the man turned his horse's head and headed towards the capital.

……

The mill in the early morning is completely deserted.

This town, which is not a strategic location and far away from the capital city, is not lively at all, and it can still be a little popular during the New Year's holidays.

Due to the small population, most of the hawkers here only open at the end of the hour, and some of the larger shops do not open until the end of the day.

Of course, there are some of them who are diligent, such as a young man who runs a noodle stall in the east of the town, who goes out every day before dawn, sets up a noodle stall on a street that is still inaccessible, and then boils a pot of boiling water.

Although he came an hour early every day, he didn't make a few more than others, he sold noodles cheaply, a penny a bowl of clear soup noodles, sprinkled with a little green onion, a large amount of full, if you are willing to spend more on a copper plate, you can lie on an egg.

On this day, the vendor continued to set up the cauldron as usual, and as soon as the hot water was boiled, he saw an old man in poor clothes walking towards him.

The peddler himself is a poor man, and if he can make him look at the poor, it is not much better than a beggar.

The old man came to the stall and sat on the bench, "Young man, a bowl of clear noodle soup." ”

"Okay."

The vendor didn't ask the old man if he could afford to pay for the noodles, because this was the third time the other party had come.

Every time the old man came, he was a bowl of noodles with clear soup and little water, and after eating, he dropped a copper plate and left, never talking nonsense.

After a while, the vendor brought the noodles that had just come out of the pot, and glanced at the sword at the old man's waist.

The saber matched the old man's outfit perfectly, the tattered scabbard looked like it was carved by himself, and the hilt of the sword, which was still a good piece of wood, had also been moth-eaten, and there were many insect eyes.

The vendor put down the note, and was just about to turn around when the old man stopped him: "Hey, little brother, why are you adding eggs to this side, I don't have any money to give it." ”

The peddler smiled at the old man, "I don't want money, I'll give it to you." ”

"Hey, that's a good feeling."

The old man got an egg for nothing, and was obviously in a good mood, so he began to babble at the peddler:

The little brother's parents are still alive, whether they are married or not, they can have a favorite woman.

The peddler didn't expect to do a good deed and make a trouble, and he was very annoyed, but he didn't show it on his face. When he was young, his family was quite wealthy, but he had studied for a few years and knew the truth of respecting the old and loving the young.

Seeing that he was not busy in the morning, he simply came to the opposite side of the old man with a teapot and chatted with him.

This old man seems to be sloppy, but he can quote scriptures when he opens his mouth, and listen to his tone, obviously he has been to many places, and the peddler knows at this moment that he is clumsy, and the bearing of the man in front of him is not inferior to the Xiucai who lives next door to him.

"Does the little brother have a favorite woman?" The old man asked with a smile.

The peddler nodded first, then shook his head, and when he saw the old man's puzzled face, he immediately explained:

"Yes, yes, but unfortunately we don't have enough money in our pockets, so we don't dare to tell her.

That's a good girl, and she didn't ask for more dowry, but it always costs money to hold a banquet when you get married.

If you get married, the house must also be changed, not the current place.

I did a rough calculation, and the various expenses would be at least one hundred taels. ”

"One hundred taels?" The old man looked surprised.

The peddler nodded, he knew that for the old man in front of him who was not even willing to pay for eggs, one hundred taels was definitely a lot of money.

It was rare for anyone to hear him pour bitter water, and the peddler continued:

"One hundred taels is the least, I don't dare to invite dragon and lion dances, I don't dare to fire cannons, and I don't even dare to use good wine.

But even then, I can't take it out. ”

The old man sighed when he heard this, "A penny is difficult to defeat a hero." ”

"Who's to say it isn't?

The girl didn't say anything on her lips, but her heart was clear, and in order to wait for me over the years, she pushed away many good people.

But she's almost twenty years old, and if I can't save any more money, I'm afraid she won't be able to resist the urging of her family after all, and she will marry another woman. ”

The peddler said this with a sad look on his face.

No matter how you look at it, it is the same, and the old man with a clean face also sighed.

……

Just when the two sighed, the old man's eyes suddenly froze, and he turned his head to look in the direction of the east town entrance.

"Boy, it's time to close the stall." The old man spoke in a deep voice.

The peddler was a little dazed when he heard this, and stared blankly at the old man in front of him.

At this time, a young man riding a white horse walked out of the dozens of horses, a young man in his early twenties, holding a black feather fan, and bowed his hand to the two people next to the stall.

"Dare to ask which of the two threatened to take the lower head?"

The peddler panicked, and hurriedly looked at the old man on the other side of the table, but saw that the old man was still looking as usual, and said lightly:

"It's me."

"I have no grievances with the old gentleman, why should I be an enemy of the younger generation?"

"Somebody paid for your head." The old man with the sword at his waist said expressionlessly.

"Old fellow, which way do you dare to show off your might in front of the young master of my family?"

Before the young man could speak, a bearded man with a brass hammer led the pioneer horse out of the procession, then dismounted and came to the old man's side, and then continued:

"Old thing, do you know who my son-in-law is? Dare to take this headless deal? ”

The old man did not answer, but glanced at the man with his hand on his shoulder with cloudy eyes.

The bearded man was glared at by the old man, and instantly felt a tingling feeling on his scalp, he tried to stabilize his mind and tightened the copper hammer in his hand.

He has just joined the gang, and he needs a chance to stand up, this time he accompanied his son out, and happened to meet an old man who didn't know whether he was alive or dead, and you were unlucky.

Thinking of this, the bearded man was ruthless, he was a thief who made a living by robbing houses and houses, an old man like the one in front of him had already killed no less than ten of them, and now he naturally would not be soft.

The man nicknamed "Mad Dog" didn't talk much nonsense, and directly waved the copper hammer of one hundred and ten catties in his hand, and smashed it down with the momentum of Mount Tai, so fast that it set off the sound of hunting.

The young man sitting on the horse not far away narrowed his eyes, this mad dog is also a good hand in the villa, and it is perfect to test the depth of the other party.

In the face of the extremely powerful copper hammer, the old man who had been standing still just sighed lightly, and did not see any movement in his hand, so he heard a "bang" and the copper hammer fell to the ground.

The big man couldn't help but let out a scream, because along with the copper hammer fell to the ground, as well as his three fingers.

Mad Dog clutched his bloody palm, shocked and couldn't help but feel a burst of remorse, this time it seemed that he had kicked the iron plate, and he didn't even see how the old man made a move just now.

……

The peddler looked at the man who fell to the ground and wailed, and then at the old man with the same face as usual, if he didn't understand what was going on, he would have lived in vain for more than twenty years.

None of the co-authors present except for themselves were good at stubble.

Thinking of this, the hawker stall couldn't take care of the stall anymore, so he quickly got up and ran far away, hiding behind a big grinding plate.

……

The old man with a broken sword on his waist but no sword out of his waist was still calm, stood up and walked slowly towards the dozens of people not far away.

When passing by the man who fell to the ground, I don't know if it was a coincidence or something, the whole pot of boiling water on the noodle stall overturned and covered the mad dog.

As the fragrance of white meat emerged, the man's heart-rending wail came from the scene.

Perhaps he was too noisy, the old man casually threw out a chopstick and nailed it directly into the man's head, and the wailing stopped abruptly.

The old man muttered as he walked:

"There are people in the world who are willing to spend a million taels to buy a head, and there are also people who can't marry the girl they like because they are short of a hundred taels. This world is really chaotic. ”

After the old man spoke, he had already come to the black fan boy.

Brother Black Fan was obviously frightened by the battle just now, and he couldn't help but be cautious at the moment.

"Dare to ask who the old man is, can you know the identity below?"

"The old decayed leaf sword, a swordsman in the rivers and lakes who is not worth mentioning.

Childe is the only son of the leader of the Songhe Gang, Song Mingyuan. ”

The old man in the name of the sword spoke indifferently, obviously knowing the identity of the other party for a long time.

Brother Gongzi showed an ugly look on his face when he heard this, it seemed that the other party was really coming for him.

"Dare to ask seniors, is there room for maneuver in this matter?"

"Yes."

The old man spoke in a deep voice, and when the young man opposite him showed joy, he continued to speak:

"As long as the son lends the head to the old man, the others don't have to die."

"Wow!" The team of dozens of people instantly burst into chaos, and those entourages who were not good at first glance showed their swords in their hands and shouted:

"Lao'er, you dare to say such wild words when I can't wait for me to die?"

The old man was not frightened by the momentum of dozens of people at all, but looked at Brother Gongzi and said something that made them even more annoyed:

"Although the strong dragon does not suppress the head snake, someone is willing to bid one million taels for your head, and my trip happens to require a lot of expenses, so you are unlucky."

Brother Gongzi, who has always regarded himself as a Confucian scholar, was completely enraged, although the Songhe Gang was not as famous as Cong Mo Wudang, but it could be regarded as a stable emperor in the southwest.

He can bear no one in the eyes of the old man, but daring to humiliate the Songhe Gang is already a capital crime.

Brother Gongzi's eyes flashed with a cold light, and he made a gesture behind him, and dozens of horsemen rushed up one after another when they saw this, surrounding the old swordsman in the middle.

At the last moment, the old man closed his eyes, the corners of his mouth and beard moved with the wind, and he muttered in his mouth:

"I walked the rivers and lakes with twenty swords, and I was still unknown at thirty, and I got forty to learn a unique style, and my fame moved the world.

Fifty stepped into the realm of sword immortals, and there was no rival in the world from now on. After burying the sword drunk on the slope, return to the mountain forest.

When it reaches sixty, there is no more legend of the sword fairy in the world.

My name, Ye Jian, this sword, Dai Mei. ”

After the old man finished speaking, he grabbed the hilt of the sword with his left hand and slowly pulled out something rusty but barely a sword.

"This sword was given by a woman, and the name of the sword was also given by that woman."

The old man still closed his eyes, his lips squirmed, a cloudy tear slipped from the corner of his eye, and his clothes were windless.

When he opened his eyes again, the sword qi rushed into the sky.

Dozens of horsemen and horses were still shouting one moment ago, and the next moment they were divided by people and horses.

The hawker, who was watching the battle from a distance, was almost stunned to death when he saw this scene.

He only felt that there was a flower in front of him, and that group of people had been dismantled, he had never seen a god in his life, and it was estimated that even if the gods descended to earth, it would be like this, but would the gods kill people?

The peddler was momentarily entangled.

……

Compared with the hawkers, the black fan boy brother was much more decisive, seeing that dozens of his subordinates were wiped out before they even had time to snort, he didn't dare to hesitate at all, immediately turned the horse's head and ran wildly.

Brother Gongzi didn't forget to turn around while running to see if the old man had caught up.

I saw that the old man did not look at the frightened young man, but lightly threw out the sword in his hand.

The moment the rusty sword was thrown, it flew straight upwards as if it had been pulled away.

The peddler hiding behind the grinding plate watched this scene dumbfounded, dear mother, isn't this a fairy?

The boy who was galloping on a horse obviously saw it, and he still didn't dare to slack off at the moment, and desperately used his whip to whip the horse under him that had spent a lot of money to train.

Seeing that the old swordsman who had assassinated him was thrown farther and farther away, Song Mingyuan unconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, and when he turned around, he was stunned to see a rusty sword lying across the air, facing his neck.

Song Mingyuan panicked and hurriedly tightened the reins, but under his whipping, the white horse under him had already used the fastest speed in his life, and if he wanted to stop at this moment, where would it be too late.

Just when Song Mingyuan wanted to shrink his neck to dodge, the damn rusty sword quickly flew towards this side as if it had spirituality, and then swept straight away, taking his head off.

Song Mingyuan's head rolled to the ground, his face full of shock, what he saw at the last moment of his life was a white horse carrying his corpse away.

The flying sword let out a joyful hum, floated in, circled around and then sheathed itself, and the old man indifferently put away the sword, as if it was normal.

If this scene is seen by any Jianghu person, he can definitely say that he will be able to drink tea for three days and three nights, and take people's heads with flying swords, isn't this the ability of immortals?

However, the old man who had used his immortal skills was regretful at the moment, he looked at the long sword in his hand that seemed ugly, but had a beautiful name like "Dai Mei", and muttered:

"The sword intent is still not complete after all."

After doing all this, the old man walked west down the street, and dropped a bag of silver as he passed by the millstone where the vendor was hiding.

"It's compensation for smashing your noodle stall."

With that, he slowly left.

When the old man walked away, the peddler carefully picked up the money bag on the ground, opened it and counted it slightly, and made it a hundred taels.

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