Chunfeng year, January 19, Qinzhou, Fulong County.

In the evening, a light snow like grains of salt drifted in the gray sky.

Just after the Spring Festival, there are a few more days to wait for the busy season of spring planting and farming, and there are mostly idle farmers walking the streets and alleys, drinking and listening to books.

At this moment, the streets of the county town were sparsely populated, the tireless shouting and shouting were intermittent, and the unpaved paved paths on both sides of the main street had been trampled into mud.

In the twilight, two men of the same height walked into the city gate, one after the other.

The former was twenty-seven or eighteen years old, with a slender figure, a white robe in green clothes, a crown of white jade hair on his head, and a long package diagonally on his back, and his face was cold and handsome, giving people a chill that rejected him.

The latter was a little younger, not yet crowned, dressed in a short cloth jacket, with a delicate short sword pinned to his waist, and a bamboo basket wrapped in a quilt on his back, and his countenance was not outstanding compared with his peers.

The white robe said to the young man behind him in standard official language: "Yan Sixteen, you are familiar with this place, find an inn, and stay first tonight." ”

Buyi Yan Sixteen grinned and said, "Go ahead, there is a family Yan returning to the building." ”

The white robe said lazily: "I heard my sister say that you came out of this Fulong County. Why, I'm back today, and I don't plan to go home and have a look? ”

The young man surnamed Yan raised his hand and scratched his head, and smiled bitterly, "I'm not afraid of Feng Jue's jokes, my brother and sister-in-law don't want to see me, and I haven't been able to make any name for myself in the past three years. As for going home, forget it......"

The white robe said harshly: "Also, you have average qualifications, and I don't know what my blind sword fairy brother-in-law likes about you?" ”

The young man smiled bitterly, he didn't care about Bai Pao's mean words, because he knew that this Xishu Feng had always been a knife mouth, not to mention that the master had told him that this brother-in-law of his old man was originally a once-in-a-century kendo genius, and he had the capital to see no one.

While the two were talking, a small head suddenly poked out of the bamboo basket behind the cloth-clothed young man, and it was actually a pink and tender child.

Some fat babies seemed to have just woken up, yawned comfortably with their small waists, and touched the bun of the young Yan Sixteen with their little fat hands, and said vaguely: "Uncle Feng, Brother Sixteen... That and that... I am hungry... I want to eat sugar gourds. You buy it for me! ”

The handsome man called Uncle Feng glanced at the child on Yan Sixteen's back, and his cold face revealed a sense of helplessness: I want to Hua Fengju, I came out of Yanbei Qi Sword Tower at the age of fifteen, and at the age of nineteen, I can pick the twelve sword slaves of the Sword Market in Yushan Sword Market in Jianzhou, and I entered the kendo master at the age of twenty-one, and it is not an exaggeration to say that I am a martial arts genius. The world called me "Xishu Fengjue", and I dared to scold Yan Linxiao, the brother-in-law of the sword fairy who dared to call him a brother and a brother today, did not dare to fight back, but now he can't help his son.

"Call uncle, who is your uncle, an unfamiliar boy, eat, eat, sleep or eat all day long, or give you a pig tied around your neck, it's really your father."

The child learned Hua Fengju's expression, waved his hand disdainfully, and said, "Kiss and kiss, how about tying your neck to an aunt!" ”

Hua Feng raised her forehead and sighed, crying and laughing.

Yan Sixteen carried his master's precious son on his back, walked to the street stall with a smile on his face, took out a few copper coins from his sleeve and bought two strings of sugar gourds from Lao Suo, who was about to close the stall, and handed them to the little junior brother behind him with a smile and squinted eyes.

From Shuzhou to Qinzhou, all the way, the happiest time for him was to listen to this big and small bickering.

At this moment, in the streets and alleys, there was an unbearable scolding:

"Give me his new shoes to be trampled on, and a beggar should look like a beggar."

"Wild dogs without fathers and mothers are also worthy of playing with the masters."

"Haha, don't say it, you two, I'm afraid he can't understand people."

Yan Sixteen looked at it, and these words actually came out of the mouths of three children who were no more than eight or nine years old, who were trampling a child in the mire, still scolding with evil words.

They are still children, and no one has taught them the etiquette of eight points, but the animal nature of two points has been deeply rooted, this is the Haiyan Heqing that those officials hang in their mouths every day? The young Yan Sixteen couldn't help but feel angry, he carefully unloaded the bamboo basket from his back, held out the little junior brother surnamed Yan who was feasting with both hands, turned his head to look at Hua Fengju, and then walked quickly towards the alley.

Hua Fengju on the street sighed softly, "Hey, none of the big or small ones are worry-free." He shouted impatiently to his little nephew, "Boy, get your sugar gourd and roll it over to me!" Bring the bamboo basket with you. ”

Yan Longyu, the son of the Sword Fairy, gave a string of sugar gourds in one hand, and sighed casually, but he didn't have the slightest intention of passing, and still stood in place.

Inside a muddy alley.

Just as the three evil boys were about to kick again, Yan Sixteen, who heard the sound, quickly stepped forward and crossed in front of the three of them, he grabbed one of the children by the collar and threw him into the mud like a concoction.

Yan Sixteen said angrily: "At a young age, you can learn to bully others!" How did Mr. Private School teach! Get out of here! ”

No matter how evil the evil boy is, he is still a child after all, they have never experienced such a scene, and they are so frightened by Yan Sixteen that they dare not speak out.

Seeing that Yan Sixteen's face was solemn, the three evil boys still left in disdain, leaving only the child in the corner who was trampled into a clay figure and was lying on his back.

The child got up from the muddy water, his face was covered with mud and dirt and he couldn't see his face clearly, he wiped a handful of snot with his muddy hands, and rubbed his eyes informally, suddenly his eyes lit up, the child didn't cry but grinned at Yan Sixteen happily: "You have a sword at your waist, you are a swordsman!" It was the hero who saved me! ”

"Go home, it's getting dark. Daddy can't wait, you'll be in a hurry. Yan Sixteen squatted down and smiled, and said gently.

A hint of loneliness flashed in the corner of the mud child's eyes, "Daddy is long gone, my mother died after making me new shoes, starved to death, I have no family now." Actually, it's good to be alone and have no one to take care of. Hehe, right! After speaking, the child, who was only six or seven years old, touched the dirty mud jacket with both hands, and smiled at Yan Sixteen awkwardly, as if he was pretending to be relaxed.

The swordsman didn't react before the child met, thinking that the swordsman who saved him didn't like him, so he lowered his head, shook his hand and turned around and quietly walked out of the alley.

Yan Sixteen silently watched the child walk away, stunned on the spot.

Hua Fengju, who was leaning against the wall outside the alley, looked at the child's distant back, and looked down at his nephew, who was also leaning against the wall, seemed to be a little stunned, sighed, turned to Yan Sixteen and said, "From Shuzhou to Qinzhou, have you seen less along the way?" There are millions of sufferings in the world, and it is not something that you and I can control with a few people, okay, the hour is not early, go find the inn. ”

"And you kid, hurry up and eat!"

……

Yangui Building, in one room.

The four-year-old child took off his heavy cotton coat and was standing on the bed, and the child muttered to himself while eating sugar gourds: "My name is... Yan Longyu. Daddy is the Great Sword Immortal of Xishu who protects the emperor. The mother is the lord of Yanbei. I have Uncle Linyuan, Brother Qingping, and I have many uncles...... Hey, I like it, Sister Jade. ”

The more the child spoke, the more proud he became, and he jumped up on the bed.

Hua Feng, who was woken up again when she was sitting on the edge of the bed and just fell asleep, looked unhappy, raised her hand and pretended to fight, "Boy, you want to rebel!" Get out without sleeping! ”

The child smiled cheekily, handed the last half of the sugar gourd to his uncle, and rolled into bed and went to sleep honestly.

Hua Feng got up and sat down at the table, he looked at the innocent face of his little nephew on the bed in a daze, and smiled unconsciously, feeling a little bitter in his heart.

This martial arts genius didn't know how to talk to the child, his father with strong martial arts had died in the siege of a group of Jianghu masters; His mother, who is the lord of the county, and the sister who has the grace of knowing and nurturing him, has also been bent on dying.

"Fengju, Xiao Sixteen, take Longyu to Qinzhou Qishan, or have a glimmer of life! In this Shuzhou, I only believe you, he is still young, he can't die! This was the woman's last request before she died.

It is rumored that the Emperor of the Great Zhao Ancestor was enlightened by the immortals in Qishan, and only then did he have the current 500-year-old dynasty. But rumors are rumors after all, immortals, who has seen them? As an uncle, his "family" is difficult to avenge, but he can only find the immortal for thousands of miles to ensure the safety of his nephew.

The child named Yan Longyu was already holding the pillow and talking about dreams that no one could understand.

Hua Fengju had a lot of thoughts: from south to north, chasing and intercepting all the way, the number of people in the rivers and lakes temples who wanted this child's life was countless. But now when I arrived at the immortal residence entrusted by my sister, I didn't see a single roadblocker, so there was really no news to spread out?

Can this immortal really keep my nephew Long Yu safe?

Looking at the map of Qinzhou on the table in front of him, the white-robed man stroked his sideburns, and finally pointed to a place on the map, "Tomorrow by the Rolling Dragon River, there will be a battle to the death." ”

When Hua Feng was in a trance, an imperceptible figure flashed in front of her window.

Hua Fengju, who was already a martial arts master, didn't pay attention to it, he rubbed his sour eyes, and sighed: "Hey, you still said that you don't want to go home, so you should be hard-mouthed!" ”

That figure was Yan Sixteen who wanted to go home secretly.