Wujiang was immersed in martial arts, and suddenly felt a gust of wind behind him, and immediately retreated and turned around, only to see a person with a knife and slashing, domineering. Wujiang waved a branch to resist at the moment, but was cut off by a knife, and the dead branch fell to the ground, and the other party did not attack, but raised his head and shouted, "Golden Silk Big Ring Knife." ”

As soon as the words fell, the east window opened, and two knives with wide and thick backs with seven or eight large rings of gold wire were thrown out, and a bewitching girl stood against the window and said with a smile: "The knife is coming~." The man on the other side flew up, kicked the knife in the air, and shouted, "Next." ”

Wujiang held the big knife at the beginning, panicked on the ground, and before he could get used to it, the other party's knife arrived in front of him, leaving no respite. Wujiang made a wrong step, slipped out from the side, turned to Yan Sanniang in a blink of an eye, and cut horizontally in one move, but was intercepted back by Yan Sanniang's backhand, the knives collided, and dazzling sparks burst out under the cold moonlight.

Yan Sanniang's knife slid upward, like turbulent water upstream, and a sharp whirlpool swirled and stirred the knife almost out of his hand.

"The knife is in the person, and the knife is lost." Yan Sanniang said loudly.

Wujiang wanted to abandon the knife, but when he heard this, he held the knife and rotated with the knife in the air, like a spinning top controlled by someone, spinning at a high speed in the air, completely in a weak position, and Yan Sanniang's other knife was also taking advantage of the situation, seeing that he was going to make a move to stop and slash, but he saw that the cold light flashed in the "spinning top" of Tsing Yi in mid-air and not in the back of the village, and the ring of the golden wire ring knife was accurately buckled into the tip of Yan Sanniang's knife in the high-speed speed, and the power of rotation was twisted, and the knife in Yan Sanniang's hand was almost thrown away. forced her to withdraw her knife.

This girl has such skills and wit, Yan Sanniang feels more and more interesting.

Xiliu stood in the attic, watching the battle condescendingly.

This is the first time he has seen a boundless shot in the real sense, there are no complicated tricks, only fast, ruthless, accurate, condensed knife skills, domineering knife spirit, there is a kind of rivalry that sweeps thousands of troops, but in this outward knife shape, it seems to be wrapped in a faint introverted meaning, extremely silent, not publicized.

Why, why is it so blazing and bright, but it always wants to hide and wrap itself?

Xiliu couldn't help but think of the first time he saw her.

It was in the woods in the mountains behind Jackdaw Village. That day, when the rain was pouring down, he flew through the woods, and saw her from afar, dressed in green clothes, leaning against the door and smiling, his eyes falling on a wild flower, a small white flower, blooming in the harsh winter, and the coarse cloth tent on it contrasted with the mutilated corners of her clothes that fluttered in the gale.

The vast curtain of water, rain and mist, the person who smiled to himself, suddenly flashed the leisurely and drifting feeling in the shaking years in the picture, and he was a little confused.

Wet by the heavy rain, he went to the city of the general's mansion to change clothes, did not want to come out and meet again at the melon stall at the intersection, was stolen money but quiet, he wanted to help but did not want to touch a nail, but at the time only found it interesting, until that day Zhu Mansion fire, flames all over the sky, she stood in the firelight, hair flying, all said sparkling, in her face without powder, he actually felt the fire.

The heart is slightly involved.

Now this cold and stagnant moonlight is also flowing and rippling because of her existence. He exhaled softly and laughed unconsciously.

He couldn't see her martial arts moves, because she didn't use any of her own moves at all, she immediately copied her martial arts after Yan Shisanniang's attack and fought back, one move and one style to return the other's body, and even forced Yan Shisanniang to retreat and defend herself several times.

Yan Shisanniang retreated to the bamboo forest, stood with her double knives crossed, and suddenly her hands shook, and the double knives rotated and weaved a set of yin and yang gossip images, trapping Wujiang in the array.

"Yin and Yang gossip, Qian, Kan, Gen, Zhen, Xun, Li, Kun, Dui, one life two, two give birth to three, three give birth to all things, Tai Chi gives birth to two yi, two yi gives birth to four phases, four phases give birth to gossip, gossip and change sixty-four trigrams, since then the cycle has changed endlessly, if you want to break this array, you must first find a life." Yan Sanniang said loudly.

The sword light mixed with the moonlight intertwined a vast and dense net, as if there were swords attacking from all directions. Wujiang suddenly closed his eyes, replaced his eyes with his ears, distinguished between virtual and real, his feet were fast and not chaotic, he suddenly turned around, opened his eyes, and stabbed obliquely towards the upper left corner, only listening to the sound of blades colliding, the double knives in the air flew into the air, Yan Shisanniang flew up to chase the double knife, and when she turned around, she saw Wujiang holding the double knife, standing respectfully, and said: "Thank you for your advice." ”

Seeing this scene, Yan Sanniang smiled: "I can't talk about pointing, it's really a talented person from the country, and the back waves of the Yangtze River are pushing the front waves, and it's not okay to disobey the old." ”

Xiliu didn't know when, but he had already come downstairs: "Senior is too modest, if Fang Cai makes a move when she is trapped in the formation, she must not be able to avoid it." ”

Yan Sanniang didn't say no, but seriously looked at the girl in front of her who was short of words, and felt that it was a martial arts practice, she took out an old book from her arms and threw it over: "Yunluo can't practice my way of opening up and closing the hegemony, and the way of martial arts also pays attention to fate, if the girl is interested, she can't help but ponder, and let Yan style double knife travel through the rivers and lakes again, and see the world today." ”

Xiliu listened to the meaning of this is to teach Yan-style martial arts, and only those who know the genius of Tianzong can create martial arts and establish a sect, and a martial art that can break out in the rivers and lakes must be tempered, and some are even polished for many generations, gathering the talents of many people, and they can't help but be happy for Wujiang, and said: "Thank you seniors." ”

Yan Sanniang teased: "It's not for you, what do you thank me for." ”

He still had a shameless face: "If the little white flower is happy, I will be happy." ”

Wujiang paused for a moment when he heard this, put away the book, and said, "Thank you, senior." ”

Yan Sanniang waved her hand to send off the guests, turned around and went back to the house, but she sighed in her heart, "This stupid boy, just plainly spread out his mind, but he has to suffer." "But the turn of the mind is quite free, in this land of fireworks, accustomed to the edge of love, chanting poems to drink and pretend to be drunk, wrapping the mind layer after layer, dense and dense, looking at the poetry and painting, in fact, it is easy to withdraw, the emptiness and the snake in love are not as pure and lovely as this sentence "Little white flower is happy, I am happy".

is worthy of coming out of the same division, Yan Sanniang thought, treating feelings so straightforwardly.

Although her upright person has long been loess and white bones, he still comforts her in this cold and chaotic world.

She told Xiliu, "Before he went, he said that he had lived a happy life and had no regrets." ”

What she didn't say was that he also said, "I am very lucky to meet her in this life, but I have followed him for half my life, and I owe her, I hope she can live happily and freely in the future." ”

Xiao Jing, I'm very happy, don't worry.

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The western part of Xinjiang is bitterly cold, and in winter, all the pedestrians on the streets are covered in furs. Especially at night, when the weather is cold, except for the Qinglou and tavern in the center, the rest of the places in Xixuan are also closed early and enter the bed.

The residence of Wujiang is quite remote, and the alley is even more deserted, and the loneliness of people makes the night even colder. Xiliu saw that Wujiang was only wrapped in a very thin coat, thinking that the fire fox fur that Xiao Wu had just gotten was good, warm and good-looking, but fortunately he hadn't sent it out yet, so he was going to ask him if he was coming tomorrow.

The night wind swept the floor, rolled up the fallen leaves on the ground, and flew all over the sky for a while, and there was a kind of desolate beauty.

"Little White Flower, do you have any favorite tunes?" Xiliu touched his waist and asked.

Melody? Wujiang thought about it, and the one he heard when he was a child on the run came to his mind, and it was also on such a cold night, an old man blew in a low voice, desolate and gloomy, causing a group of refugees displaced from the border to sigh silently. She only remembered such a tune in her life, and now she still vaguely remembers a few tunes and hummed them softly.

The voice is clear and melodious, with a bit of greenness.

"Guan Waiyue." Xiliu put the flute to his mouth, just caught the broken syllables of Wujiang, and played it seamlessly. Xu is now the moon is peaceful, Xu is flute sound is clear and melodious, perhaps the person who plays is still heroic young heart, the original vicissitudes of life and tragic tune was played gracefully, Wujiang is listening to the mind, just at a high-pitched turn, suddenly "whoop" a voice fell from the sky, crossed the sky, and fell in their ears like rolling thunder.

"Which little rabbit cub, if you don't sleep at night, all the stuff, if you don't sleep, others will sleep!"

Xiliu immediately stopped playing and looked behind a window where the sound came from, thinking that the man would calm down his anger, but he didn't expect people to immediately say again: "You have to play a friend to go elsewhere, otherwise the old lady will come down to clean you up and let you taste the taste of our shovel!" ”

Xiliu stared at the window for a while, as if he couldn't understand what the "shovel smell" was, and in the face of this night when the atmosphere was originally beautiful and now destroyed to the point that there was no scum left, he touched his nose a little innocently and apologetically: "I'm used to living in the mountains, and I'm all 'friends' who come out day and night, some ...... If you don't think it through, I'm really sorry, and you will be scolded together. With that, he touched his ears.

In fact, Wujiang did not have the embarrassment of being scolded in the middle of the night, seeing that he looked like a teenager who inexplicably learned that he had made a mistake and affected his partner, he was inexplicably in a good mood, and suddenly wanted to laugh, and in a blink of an eye saw his red ears under the moonlight, and finally couldn't help it, turned his head, and laughed silently.

"How?" Seeing her turn her head to the side, Xiliu couldn't help but ask.

"It's fine." Wujiang naturally turned his head, and he had already changed into an indifferent expression that had nothing to do with himself.

Xiliu took the flute back to his waist, brushed away the little embarrassment of Fang Cai, and brought out his knowledge: "This one" Guan Wai Yue' is a poet in the past when he traveled to the border, it is not only a song, but also a word, talking about the war, starvation for thousands of miles, the homeless people, but the homeless people here are not the ordinary four border homeless, but specifically refers to a tribe called Tayi between Beizhou and the Eastern Dynasties, they originally lived in the mountains and forests, isolated from the world, but later I don't know who found that there is a miracle medicine on the mountain, which is urgently needed by the army, so the iron horse stepped on the mountain, Tayi has nowhere to stay, can only go down the mountain to face this war-torn world. ”

"And then, what happened to them?" Wujiang couldn't help but care.

Later, most of them starved to death in the border fields, froze to death under the moon, and died in the iron hooves of war. However, the people of the Tayi tribe live in the high mountains and deep forests, and are accompanied by wild beasts and flowers all the year round, although they are isolated from the world and simple-minded, but they are also vigorous and agile, and they are familiar with medicine and poison, and some of them have entered various countries to make a living with these skills. ”

"Then they will also become enemies?" Wujiang asked suddenly.

Xiliu understood the meaning of her words, and entered a different country, if there was a war, he would naturally become an enemy, he was silent for a moment, and said, "Yes." Seeing that Wu Wu was silent, he said, "We should fight for our family and country, but what if the country is ruined?" Some people endure humiliation and accumulate power to try to restore, and there are also people who lose their home and country and live only for themselves and their descendants, so they return to the strong country and go through several generations of complete integration. Xijiang was originally a multi-tribal country, and the two people who lived next to each other every day may have been enemies with swords several generations ago. Enemies become friends, and friends become opponents, just as the world is divided and united. People live in the world, they have their own things that they must stick to, and they also have to choose a position in order to survive, you may feel cruel, but in fact, it is an extremely lucky thing to be able to choose itself. ”

Xiliu originally wanted to comfort her, but after speaking, he felt that it was not the case at all, and he was about to say something more, but was gently interrupted by Wujiang: "I understand." She looked up at him, her eyes sharp, "In this world, sometimes survival is the first priority. ”

It was the first time for Xiliu to look at her from top to bottom so closely, her eyelashes were very long, sprinkled like crow feathers, her face was soft and beautiful, but she was a little more heroic than ordinary girls, at most she was only seventeen or eighteen years old, why was she permeated with the cold atmosphere of wind and rain, and she was thinking about it, and she could only hear the people around her: "I arrived." ”

Xiliu looked up, a simple wooden door was already in front of him, only to feel that time passed quickly, the distance was short, and he nodded reluctantly: "Then I'll go." ”

Wujiang nodded neatly, indicating farewell, saw him walk a few steps, and was about to turn around to open the door, but saw that he suddenly turned back inexplicably.

He walked up to him, took a token from his waist, and put it in her hand: "If there is anything in the future, you can come to the General's Mansion to find me, if I am not there, you can take this token to the palace to find me." ”

Boundless see that the token is engraved with a wanton and free "flow" word, surrounded by gold embellishment, although I don't know what kind of power status this token represents, I only know that the token itself is very valuable.

"Thank you."

Seeing that Wujiang accepted the token directly without refusal, Xiliu felt a sense of physical and mental comfort, and finally walked away briskly.

After Xiliu left, Wujiang pushed the door in, but the moment she stepped in, her footsteps paused slightly.