After a few days of sleeping in the open air, Shu Ange finally enjoyed the delicious food again.

Shu Ange didn't stay in this small city for too long, Shangguan Feiyan is not a good scheming, Huo Xiu is not only the richest man in the world, but also the behind-the-scenes leader of Tsing Yi Building.

Tsing Yi Lou is the most mysterious gang in the rivers and lakes, they act strangely, one after another to do evil in the rivers and lakes, it is said that there are a total of one hundred and eight floors.

Huo Xiu is rich, powerful and powerful, and it is very difficult to escape from the control of this person.

What's more, Shu Ange not only has to escape from his control, but she also has to retrieve the treasure in his hands.

Facing difficulties and overcoming obstacles, this is her consistent style.

Shu Ange left the small city, and when he arrived in another small city, he saw the government's notice that the evil flower thief Lu Xiaobee had been eliminated by the unknown knight.

The portrait was a middle-aged man in his forties, and Shu Ange glanced at it, it was the person who died under her sword.

Kill the person who should be killed, except for injustices, she did not deliberately conceal her whereabouts, Tsing Yilou did not notice her, and Shangguan Feiyan did not find her.

A person's appearance can be changed with transfiguration, but a person's voice and personality are very difficult to change.

Shu Ange and Shangguan Danfeng have very different styles of behavior, which is why Shangguan Feiyan did not find her.

Shangguan Feiyan thought that she was very familiar with Shangguan Danfeng, and knew that she might go to several places after leaving the Great Golden Peng King's villa.

But she didn't know that Shangguan Danfeng had entrusted everything to Shu Ange.

Where Shangguan Danfeng will go, Shu Ange just doesn't plan to go now, the person she is looking for is Ximen Blowing Snow.

Money can make ghosts grind, and after a long journey of nearly half a month, Shu Ange inquired about the location of Wanmei Villa.

If it weren't for listening to different people mention it, it would be hard for Shu Ange to think that Wanmei Villa was actually in a certain mountain in the south of the Yangtze River.

She thought that Ximen Fuxue would live in the southwest mountains, a mysterious and beautiful place.

Jiangnan reminds people of the wind and snow, and the red dust, but they can't think of the swordsman.

After the Flower Dynasty Festival, the spring is hazy, Shu'an Song is fast, all the way to the south of the Yangtze River, and the scenery along the road is constantly changing.

The south of the Yangtze River is good, the scenery is old and familiar, the sunrise river flowers are red, and the river water is as green as blue in spring.

Fireworks in March, after entering the territory of the south of the Yangtze River, there are good scenery everywhere, willow branches gently shake the green grass, and the young man who loves beauty has changed into a thin spring shirt.

Shu Ange was accompanied by wind and dust, and when there were still twenty miles away from Wanmei Villa, he rested in the inn for a day.

She bought fine silk clothes in the ready-to-wear shop, then bathed and changed clothes, and smoked the new clothes and shoes and socks in incense baskets.

Ximen Fuxue is a person with a habit of cleanliness, he is dressed in white and cold as ice, even when he kills, he has never splashed the slightest trace of blood on his body.

When the spring water was born, the spring forest was in full bloom, and when it was warm and cold, Shu Ange wore a single coat and a hat, rode a white horse, and walked towards Wanmei Villa.

The sky was drizzling, and the shallow grass had just passed the horses' hooves, and the further up the hill there were, the fewer pedestrians there were.

When there were still three or four miles away from Wanmei Villa, several middle-aged men dressed in gray clothes and white soap boots suddenly appeared in front of Shu Angema, dressed as servants.

They are bright-eyed and athletic, and they look like they have been trained.

Shu Ange was on the horse, and the people who came stood in a row silently, and the one in the center took a step forward, shouting: "Who is coming!" ”

He shouted loudly, full of energy, his face tensed, and the muscles in his arms trembled.

Shu Ange took the reins of the horse and said leisurely: "I want to see Ximen Blowing Snow to learn swordsmanship." ”

Simon is famous all over the world, and there are many people who come from all over the world to challenge him every year.

The name of the world's first swordsman is too tempting, the newborn calf is not afraid of tigers, the more young people who have just entered the rivers and lakes, the more ambitious they are, and they want to defeat their predecessors and become famous.

"If you want to see my master, report your name first."

The gray-clothed man was expressionless, and asked Shu Ange coldly about his origins.

Not everyone can see Simon blowing snow, at least the nobodies who dress in vain clothes can't see him.

Shu Ange smiled slightly, like a spring breeze, even if the hearts of several gray-clothed people were like iron stones, they could not avoid being in a trance for a moment by her bright smile.

Just for a moment, a white rainbow flashed in front of their eyes, and the cold light like wind and snow forced several people to feel cold down their spines, and they involuntarily took a step back.

"Offended."

The sound of the sword entering the sheath was faintly audible, Shu Ange's smile was still on her face, and she didn't seem to move when she sat in the saddle.

Several gray-clothed men showed stunned expressions at the same time, and anyone who was pointed at their throats with a sword in the lightning stone flash would be shocked.

The speed at which she draws and retracts her sword is very fast, and looking at the rivers and lakes, there are very few people who can compare with her.

There were a few crisp yellow orioles chirping in the distance, and the gray-clothed man said solemnly: "Please also report your name and surname, and the servants will pass on the owner of the village." ”

"Thank you, I am from the southwest, and I have just entered the rivers and lakes, and Shangguan Danfeng is also."

Shu Ange thanked him, his beautiful eyes were like bright stars in the dark winter night.

Several servants in Tsing Yi, as when they appeared, disappeared in front of Shu Ange.

Wanmei Villa is a few miles away, Shu Ange sat on the horse and waited, the breeze carrying the fragrance of the earth.

The hillsides are full of flowers, except for a few early blooming flowers and trees, the rest are all verdant.

Shu Ange looked far away, and in another month, the flowers should be blooming here, and it would be a different scene.

After about a cup of tea, another gray-clothed servant appeared in front of Shu Ange, and he made a gesture of please: "Your Excellency, the owner of my family is invited, please dismount." ”

"Thank you."

Shu Ange turned over and dismounted, tied the horse to the willow tree, and when he turned back, the man in gray was gone.

She was not in a hurry, and walked along the path between the flowers towards Wanmei Villa.

When the vermilion gate and the gilded plaque come into view, the air is filled with a dark fragrance, and the plum trees bloom like clouds.

In a few days, the plum blossoms will completely wither, Shu Ange walked to the Zhu door and knocked lightly on the bronze door knocker.

The door opened.

A round-faced drooping boy waved at Shu Ange with a smile, opened the door, and said in a sweet voice: "But Shangguan Woman? This side please. ”

The drooping boy has a fair complexion, big and bright eyes, light steps, and although he doesn't talk much, he has a very lively personality, not like a kung fu look.

When Shu Ange was led to the moon gate of Feihong Garden, Xiao Tong smiled sweetly, scratched his head and said, "Woman, please, the owner of the village doesn't like to be disturbed by idle people, so I don't dare to go in." ”

Speaking the second half of the sentence, he subconsciously lowered his voice.

For those who practice martial arts, what is the difference in the size of the voice, as long as he says Ximen blowing snow, he will definitely be able to hear it.