The angry snow is cold, the heaven and the earth are slaughtered, and there is almost no variegation within a thousand miles.

Some people like winter very much, because in winter they can enjoy the snow and plum blossoms, eat hot and spicy hot pot, and sleep in the warm bed.

These are the pleasures that you can't enjoy in any other season.

But there is a price to enjoy fun, and the most obvious price is money, so those who like winter must be rich and noble, and cannot be poor.

Winter is the worst day for the poor, and the poor want it to come later.

In fact, not only the poor, but also the rich do not all like winter, even the eunuchs.

For example, now, a holy decree has to leave the warm bed and go to the snowy plug to pick up a group of "targets" who are destined to be assassinated.

Li Jinyu rode the old wine and walked in the front, as if there was no bone on his body, lazily motionless, letting the wind and snow stir the white fox fur.

Li Jinyu also has a ride on his side, this person is about twenty-two three years old, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and a handsome appearance, which is the kind of tough appearance that Li Jinyu envies the most.

This person is none other than Li Yuanfang.

On the grassland, the war broke out again, and the Liao State asked Wu Zhou for marriage, obviously to add another weight.

Neither the ambitious Meng Yuan nor the Jurchens, who had just split into two families, did not want Wu Zhou to participate in this competition, and it was inevitable to send assassins.

Not only will there be assassins in the grassland, but there will never be peace in the territory of Wuzhou, and such a good opportunity to fish in troubled waters will not be missed by any ambitious big force.

Everyone understands that the Assassins are coming!

Li Yuanfang glanced at Li Jinyu, and in order to relieve the tension in her heart, she asked, "I have a question that I haven't figured out for several days." ”

"What's the problem?"

"Obviously I am one year older than you, why are you my senior brother and I am my junior brother?"

"Our family is counted in the order of entry."

"Getting started?"

"Yes, although you are older than me, you are several years behind me in terms of entry time!"

"No, no, no, what you said is not right, I have heard that you did not worship under the master."

"One day as a teacher and one life as a father, since I have recognized my father-in-law, how can I not worship the teacher?"

Li Yuanfang had nothing to say.

It's not that I can't think of a reason, but in terms of messing around, Li Jinyu is better at it.

Li Yuanfang is a very quiet person, if it is not necessary, he can not speak all day, and when he must speak, he will also speak very concisely.

When mentioning the issue of senior brothers and younger brothers, it is just to find a conversation, and there is no need to bother with it.

Whether it's a senior brother or a junior brother, if you can't get past the current level, it's just a pile of loess.

"When do you think the killer will come?"

"I don't know, but if there is one thing, we can think of it, the Minister of Chinese Martial Arts of the DPRK, of course, can also think of it, and the enemy can also think of it."

"So the enemy won't come strong."

"If I were asked to devise a strategy, I would send a master who happened to eat us, and then use this group of masters as bait to fight a counter-sneak attack."

"Why?"

"If the master sent is far above us in strength, and is ambushed and attacked by the master of the Central Plains, won't he suffer a big loss? If you can't beat us, what's the point of sending us? It's better not to come! ”

"Master said, your intuition is very accurate, do you want to guess, who will come first?"

"How could you have guessed that!"

"But...... The people have come! ”

Before the words fell, Li Yuanfang rose into the air, and there was an extra two-foot short knife in his hand.

The blade swirled rapidly in the palm of his hand, and his body swirled around with it, and the cold light flashed, and the blood light appeared, and three more corpses were cut down in the snow.

Li Yuanfang is a disciple of Yu Chi Zhenjin, all martial arts are practiced in the army, and he is ruthless, leaving no mercy, the blood on the blade has not dripped yet, and the treasure knife has been swung again, setting off a piece of blood.

When Yu Chi Zhenjin was young, he was able to play with three Tang knives, and the bells and whistles were very psychedelic.

As he grew older, his martial arts became higher, and the bells and whistles were abandoned, and only the iron-blooded killing moves from the army were retained, and the moves were concise to the extreme.

What Li Yuanfang inherited was this kind of knife technique.

There are no strange changes, and there is no domineering sword like a dragon, let alone a sword that divides the river and the sea.

There is only one word - kill!

Everything that can be called a blade was created for the purpose of killing.

Killing is the most essential value of the blade, and Li Yuanfang perfectly interprets this value.

The sword light is like a shadow, and it does not leave the enemy's vital points for a moment, and the moves are simple and sharp, striving to kill with one blow.

Every time a terrible light flashed, it could bring out a ray of blood, and more than a dozen killers hidden in the snow were all killed within half a minute.

Not only that, Li Yuanfang was quick in thinking, in order to deter foreign enemies, stabilize morale, and also to convey wrong information to the enemy, he was very ruthless in his moves.

When Li Yuanfang returned from collecting the knife, the snow had been stained red by the splattered blood, and there were broken corpses everywhere.

The warriors of the rivers and lakes may not be able to stand this, but Jin Wuwei's morale was greatly boosted, and he raised his gun and roared, and even the envoys sent by the Liao State were eager to try.

The envoy of the Liao State is Yelu Alian, the younger brother of the Liao Emperor Yelu Hongji, who is dignified, admires the Han culture, is knowledgeable, and is more like a showman.

Eager to try it were his two sons, one named Yelu Guozhen and the other named Yelu Guobao.

The two of them have amazing strength, can bend the bow and shoot withering, it is said that they have the inheritance of the Turkic martial arts Emperor Bi Xuan in the past, and they are invincible in the battle, and they are the top geniuses of the Liao State.

If it weren't for Wu Zhou's dominance this time, and there was definitely not only one wave of assassins, the two of them were afraid that they would have ignored Yelu Alian's persuasion and would have rushed to kill a wave.

Li Jinyu smiled: "Yuan Fang, good knife!" ”

"It's coming so fast."

"It's just a temptation."

"These people's martial arts skills are not high, but they can lurk in the ice and snow, and they can be regarded as elite people.

"Are you scared of Li Daring?"

"I'm not afraid of assassins, I'm just afraid that I won't be able to complete the task perfectly and miss the world's major events."

"The major events in the world are not something that our two little people can influence, and what can have a great impact cannot fall on the two of us."

"That's right."

After the team marched more than ten miles, five or six bald heads dressed in white furs came out of the snow, but they were wearing red and yellow robes outside the white fur.

Although these people are dressed as monks, their faces are unusually vicious, and the blades in their hands are not Zen staffs, but thin and long scimitars, which do not look like monks who eat fasting and chant Buddha, but more like bandits who rob homes and houses.

The first one, in particular, has a fleshy face, protruding eyebrow bones but no eyebrows, and looks like a cruel and bloodthirsty snow wolf, and like a vulture waiting to peck at the corpse.

But if they are not monks, it is really nonsense, they are indeed monks, and they are also monks who are orthodox in Tantric Buddhism and have positive roots.

There are eight branches of Mahayana Buddhism in the Central Plains, and there are also five schools of Tantra: Red, Yellow, White, Black, and Flower.

The ideas of the five schools are different, but most of them are based on mantra mudras, and no one can argue with the fact that Tantric mudra kung fu is the best in the world.

There is only one exception, and that is the Blood Knife Gate.

The Blood Knife Sect belongs to the Tantric Black Sect, and its methods are even worse than bandits, killing people and setting fires.

About fifteen years ago, the Eighth Master Ba personally came to Hailuogou in Qinghai and subdued the Blood Knife Gate with his peerless cultivation, making the Blood Knife Gate a sharp knife of Meng Yuan.

The Blood Knife Ancestor was dissatisfied at the beginning, but Meng Yuan was quite generous to his subordinates, and the killing and looting in the process of expansion greatly satisfied his selfish desires.

And after a long time, they obeyed.

The interception and killing of the Liao State Mission this time is cannon fodder in the eyes of others, but it is a merit in the eyes of the Blood Knife Ancestor.

As long as you can successfully destroy the mission, you can not only get the treasure of tribute, but also get a huge reward.

As for the danger in this process, how could the Blood Knife Ancestor take it to heart!

The disciples of the Blood Knife Sect often plunder, and they are very good at analyzing martial arts from corpses, and they have less time for tea, and the three disciples of the sect, Bao Xiang, have already submitted the information.

The Blood Knife Ancestor looked through the information and said coldly: "I heard that Li Jinyu's kid is a good player at playing with knives, how can there be another one who is good at playing with knives." ”

Bao Xiang blew and said: "It's a pity that these two guys don't have long eyes, and they actually met the ancestor who played with knives." ”

The eldest disciple Shengdi said: "Ancestor, it is a pity that those two boys have fine skin and tender flesh, and they are killed with one knife. ”

The second disciple Shanyong said: "Senior brother's words are wrong, our goal is not only to kill, but also to lead to an ambush in the Central Plains, how can we carry a burden?" ”

Sheng Di sneered: "You idiot, if you are a master of the Central Plains, watching me toss those two boys, can they still endure being a turtle with a shrunken head?" ”

The two of them quarreled with each other, which made the Blood Knife Ancestor furious, and shouted: "If you two fools want to die, find a place to wipe your neck!" ”

"Division...... The master is angry, and the disciple knows his mistake! ”

"Humph! How many times have I taught you, don't underestimate your opponents, you just don't have a long memory.

Li Jinyu has a great reputation in the rivers and lakes, do you think these reputations were bought? Or is it touted? He killed it all with one sword!

Although Li Yuanfang is nameless, his moves are clean and neat, and he also knows how to hide clumsy, you think he can't control his strength, but in fact, it's all deliberate! ”

The Blood Knife Ancestor pointed to a corpse and gestured at the edge of the knife: "Just this knife, if any of you can do it, I will make him the head disciple." ”

This is a corpse that has been cut in half, although it is already a lake of flesh and blood, the bone fracture is extremely obvious.

No!

It is not broken at all, but it is cut along the gap between the bones, similar to the boiling of the cow, with no thickness into the room, and it will be restored to the edge of the blade.

It's not difficult to cut people in two, and it's not difficult to sew a knife out of a bone.

But at the same time of high-speed knife output, it can also make the blade so accurate, and the control of the knife and the knife is obviously already full of strength and sending and receiving at will.

How can such a master be underestimated?