Sunset, steeds.

Yan Hua was riding a black horse with a dark body.

Its mane was scattered like that of a lion, and its tail fluttered like a reed in the wind.

Dressed in a dark robe embroidered with gold thread, he sat on horseback and leisurely looked at the green rice fields like a ladder.

Many people are now planting seedlings in the fields, wearing straw hats, rolling up their trouser legs, and covered in mud.

The people here are very hardworking, they don't want to wait until the summer, and now it's only the beginning of February, and they are already working.

He rode a horse and watched the sprouting things, and the ridge was as young as a baby's spring grass.

Morning food, those wild flowers and weeds still have some damp dew on them.

Yan Hua carried a sword behind him, a sandalwood scabbard, and a sword inlaid with seven gems of different colors.

The sword was three feet long, and the hilt was forged from mahogany, but it had already become dull under his constant rubbing.

It wasn't a sword, and he remembered how many swords were sharper and more beautiful than it.

It's just that it has been with him for ten years, this sword kills people without calculation, and every time he uses this sword at a critical moment, he can always turn evil into good fortune.

He had heard a man say that for a swordsman, the sword was a continuation of the arm, and the sword had long been integrated into his life.

There is a top in Zhongzhou, the Five Immortal Sects, the Twelve Sects, and the Thirty-six Halls, and he is the Qingjian Hall that belongs to the Thirty-six Halls.

There are nine rudders in the hall, scattered all over the Middle Continent, each rudder has a helmsman, three deputy helmsmen, and he is a killer under one of the deputy helmsmen Shen Zhenan.

At the age of seventeen, he was appreciated by a thug in the Qingjian Hall for his fearless character and entered the Qingjian Hall.

He worked diligently for the Sword Hall, and he didn't dare to have a trace of negligence. Most of the people around him have died, and he is the only one who survived.

He finally climbed to the top of the ranks, one of the three major assassins under the helmsman, one under one and above a hundred.

He became a sword in the eyes of the vice-helmsman, and whenever there was a nail, he went back and was ordered to pull it out.

He had money, fame, status, and his life became extravagant.

It's just that people are in the rivers and lakes, and life and death are unpredictable.

He was ordered to assassinate a swordsman when he stabbed him in the chest.

He was unconscious for three days before he woke up, and the doctor said the sword was less than three minutes away from his heart.

The wound also left him with sequelae, and he felt a pain in his heart every day, and he gradually developed a fear of death, and the sword was no longer as powerful as it used to be.

Shen Zhenan said to him, you have worked under me for so many years, and you should find a place to retire.

He gave himself a few hundred taels of silver tickets and drove himself out of Qingjian Hall.

Out of Qingjian Hall, where did he think he should go? He remembered the town with its peach blossoms, where he had lived until he was seventeen.

Now that he is soaring, he wants to show his neighbors who looked down on him in the past, and the scoundrels in their eyes are now so noble.

There was an old man on the side of the road, who came from the field to rest, holding a small ceramic pot to drink water.

Yan Hua drove the horse to him, pulled the horse's bridle, drew his sword, revealing a cold blade, and shouted, "Hey, old man."

The old man threw away the clay pot, looked at the sword in his hand in a panic, and asked, "Chivalry...... The knight spares his life. ”

"Where's Peach Blossom Town?" He asked with a sinister look.

In his memory, this seemed to be the most convenient method of interrogation.

The old man went down to the field in a panic, pointed to the east and said in fear: "Just ...... It's just to the east. ”

Satisfied, he put away his sword and walked away safely to the east.

It didn't take long for him to see the waterfall of peach blossoms, and he led his horse and looked at the streets that had been renewed.

Ten years on, a lot has changed.

It just so happened that at this time, an old man selling sugar gourds on the road blocked his way, and he kicked it down, and the bright sugar gourds suddenly rolled to the ground, like beads.

The people in the street gave way in horror, and he led the horse and scanned the frightened faces, none of which he knew.

The best restaurant in Taohua Town is Longfeng Bao Zhai, and there is a large red rosewood plaque hanging on the restaurant, which is three feet six inches long and two feet three inches wide.

The restaurant is in a courtyard with an ancient locust tree.

Yan Hua led the horse in, and he happened to be a little hungry.

The little guy on the side hurriedly came to pull the horse rope for him, but he kicked it over, and said disdainfully: "Get out."

The little guy struggled to his feet, held his waist, and cried out "ouch".

This kick is his casual kick, but it contains the strength of a martial arts practitioner.

The guests in the building heard the sound and looked out with some curiosity.

Jiang Ye sat at a table, there were vegetables on the table, a plate of roast duck, a can of black female chicken soup, a plate of concubine cakes, a plate of peanuts, and a jar of mulberry wine.

There were three people sitting at the table, Jiang Ye, Li Zhu'er, and Lin Rou'er.

Jiang Ye sat on the table drinking wine, and Lin Rou'er sat opposite him, looking at him with her left hand on her chin.

She was dressed in an emerald green dress, with an emerald green butterfly hairpin on her head and a peach blossom on her forehead.

She smiled like a flower, and there was a gentle smile on her lips.

She looked at the commotion in front of the door and asked with a smile, "Young Master Chu, don't you go out and have a look?"

Her voice was as soft as a trickle, as if it was pretentious, I don't know if she was like this or she tried her best to restrain herself in front of Jiang Ye.

"Not necessarily." Jiang Ye took a sip of his wine glass and said coldly.

Then he slowly got up and said, "Zhu'er, it's time for us to go."

Zhu'er put down the gesture given to her by Lin Rou'er, who couldn't put it down, and got up a little frustrated.

"Childe, it's better to sit down again." Lin Rou'er said with some resentment.

"I've run out of wine, and I don't think there's anything more to talk about." Jiang Ye said lightly.

Lin Rouer got up and hurriedly said to a fifty-year-old man at the counter: "Uncle He, serve another jar of good wine."

Then she grabbed Jiang Ye's sleeve and said softly: "Master Chu, we have good wine here, as long as you stay." Even if you're drunk, you might as well spend the night here. ”

Her soft hand clasped him, and he could easily get rid of it at the moment, but most men wouldn't get rid of it at the moment.

A beautiful woman keeps like this, and what man can refuse.

So Jiang Ye still sat down, but not because of Lin Rou'er's retention, nor because she was the daughter of the restaurant owner, but because a person walked in at the door of the restaurant.

The man was six feet tall, with a resolute face, and his eyes revealed firmness, unyieldingness, and tenacity.

Behind him was a sword, more than three feet long, with a sandalwood scabbard decorated with seven gems of different colors.

He took his sword, slapped it on the table, and shouted, "Bring all the good wine and food you have here."

Not long after, a roast suckling pig, a plate of stir-fried phoenix tongue, mutton, roast duck, yellow stewed shark fin, roasted deer tendon, and the lion's head was served.

He almost poured it into his stomach, chewing meat in his mouth, and poured a jar of wine into his mouth with a jar in his right hand.

A jar of wine was poured into his stomach.

He ate a roast suckling pig, eighteen dishes, and drank three jars of wine.

After eating and drinking, he lay comfortably in his chair and burped.

"He's like a pig." Lin Rou'er smiled quietly at Jiang Ye.

Jiang Ye gently tapped the table with the hilt of her sword to hide her voice.

Yan Hua looked over there, and Jiang Ye looked at him.

After a long time, the two looked away.

"This man is a master." Yan Hua exclaimed in his heart.