It was raining a while ago, day after day, and there was no sunshine. It suddenly snowed last night, and he was about to fall asleep when Zhang Qingzi came. The old girl, who was almost thirty, did not knock on the door, but squatted on the roof of his house and patted the snow-covered tiles.

It is not surprising that he did not hear the sound of Zhang Qingzi falling to the roof with light skills, he has not traveled the rivers and lakes for seven years, has not slashed people with a sword, and has not slept peacefully surrounded by enemies.

But after all, he is still a man in the rivers and lakes, after all, he has been sprayed with blood, after all, he once had an extraordinary martial arts. So, he heard the sound of the tiles, though it was small, and he immediately made an excuse with his wife, and then put on his robe and pushed the door out.

He gently closed the door, raised his head, and saw Zhang Qingzi dressed in white, standing in the snow, but it seemed to be whiter than snow.

Zhang Qingzi just jumped, and flew to the edge of a wall two feet away, and he immediately performed light skills and followed to the edge of the wall - the two of them fell together, one after the other, and quietly leaped over the eaves of each house.

Soon, the two came to a wine shop in the east of the city.

"What for?" he didn't have time to ask until then.

"When I was looking at the snow in front of me, it suddenly rose. She didn't look at him, only stared at the signboard outside the building, her eyes sparkled, she turned around and snapped her fingers, "You must find Guan Zhaoxing tonight." ”

............

He was a little unrefreshed, and leaned back in his chair a little lazily, holding a wine glass in his hand, looking at the empty field in the middle, two figures spinning, advancing and retreating.

The sword light flashed a charming cold silver in the light, emitting a dazzling halo.

Her body was more athletic and light than anything she had seen before. When the sword is released, the internal breath is also stable, and the swordsmanship has become plausible at some point, and it is clear that every move is particularly memorable......

Looking at it, he fell into a trance, and he didn't know what he thought, his expression was numb, and his eyes were empty.

Suddenly, some people around him applauded and exclaimed, he raised his eyelids slightly, put down his wine glass, and applauded. At the same time, the words she whispered to him two years ago when she was drinking here came to mind, at that time, Guan Zhaoxing had just won a swordsman, and he was majestic, and he said that anyone who was not convinced could come here to challenge him.

"I'm going to beat him!"

Outside the window, the snow was falling, and she stood in the middle of the field, sheathing her sword—two years later, she defeated Kwan Siu-hing.

She accepted the compliments of the people in the rivers and lakes as she walked back to her seat.

"How?"

"I feel like Fang Zimo is no match for you. ”

She blinked when she heard this, smiled and asked, "Shall I go back and tell him this?"

He immediately became anxious, "You're going to kill me, where can I beat him?"

She had been looking at him earnestly, but when she heard this, she turned her head away with some unpleasantness.

He was silent as well.

By the middle of the night, snow had accumulated on the streets.

The extremely thin jade bow, the extremely quiet and clear moonlight.

The snow was hazy in the haze.

He still followed her, just walking slowly down the street.

"Do you remember, at that time, I was hit by the darts of the Scar Ghost Lady, you ran all the way on my back, it was snowing at that time, I was on your back, dazed, and finally I only remember that the snow was so cold. ”

She walked ahead, pursed her lips, and left a word in her heart.

He lowered his head and looked at the footprints she had left behind.

"I'm already sweating, my throat and eyes seem to be on fire, the colder you are, the hotter I am, so anxious that I want to go crazy, I can't wait for Xiangrui Street to be shorter, and the Holy Hand Lao Li is in front of me. ”

They passed by a fruit shop, which was the most famous in Chang'an, but it had already closed, and they had to wait until tomorrow to buy it.

The memorial arch was erected next to the shop, which was personally approved by the emperor ten years ago, and it was covered with snow.

As she walked over, she mentioned it to him without looking back.

"You've got to give me some money lately. ”

"You still need to ask me for money?"

She explained impatiently: "Zimo knows my money, and there is no way to hide it from him." ”

"Why hide it from him?"

She was silent.

It was a little far from the archway, but it was close to his home.

She said softly, "I have it in my stomach, so I'm going to take it off...... You have to be careful in this matter, and you can only find the Holy Hand Lao Li...... You know the price of his offer. ”

He stopped, watching her drift away in amazement, and finally disappear into the snow.

............

When he returned home, his wife was asleep with his daughter in her arms, and he leaned on the edge of the bed with his clothes closed, leaning on his side, but he had no sleep all night.

In the early morning, he went to the courtyard to scoop a scoop of water from the water tank, wiped his face, rinsed his mouth, took off a handkerchief from a bamboo pole that was placed on the branch of the old locust tree in the courtyard from the window frame, wiped it and threw it back on.

He went into the side room without stopping, fetched some firewood, lit the stove, the water was boiling, he parted his legs, one in front of the other, the person was slightly sideways, his hands were folded, like a ball in front of his chest and slowly turning. The inner breath starts from the spring, passes through the perineum, goes to Shaoze, rotates in the ball of the two hands, and then rushes from the middle of the other hand, through Guan Yuan, to Kunlun. The whole set of qi practice method passed three times, the water was boiling, he grabbed two handfuls of noodles and put them in the boiling water, he waited for the noodles to disperse, and while waiting, he listened to the movement of his wife in the house telling his daughter to get up.

Just like the "Xuanji Pure Root Formula" handed down by the master, you have to practice every morning for a week. For so many years, it seems that every morning is exactly the same, even if I walked around Chang'an with Zhang Qingzi in the snow last night, and watched her compete with a sword.

He finished his noodles while his wife and children were washing, put two bowls, one large and one small, on the stove, and pushed a cart. The cart consisted of a large wooden plank with two wooden wheels, and a large long table upside down, on which were placed stoves, pots and pans, and four long benches half-hung on either side. When he came to the East Market, there were thatched sheds connected together on both sides, and a large table had been set up in the shed at the end of the East Research House, eight square stools, three wine jars were placed in the middle of the table, and twenty or thirty wine bowls were placed outside, and the wine bowls were full of wine, and then outside were square plates, in which melons, fruits, and cakes were piled up.

He said hello to the vendor Lao Wang, and as soon as Wang's mother-in-law, Xu, wiped the eight square stools, she came over to help him remove the pots and pans from the cart.

A table, four benches, a fire burning in the stove, a pot boiling water, noodles on a wooden shelf on one side, and a grid of prepared ingredients, he stood behind the stove, silently waiting for business.

The sky above Chang'an City is blue, there are a few remnant clouds, the air is full of the warm smell of wine, the snow on the street is melting, but the wet ground is not boring.

Lao Wang's wine and food stall was already full, but no one patronized his side, but fortunately he had long been accustomed to being cold, so he stood behind the stove, while roasting the fire, while watching people come and go.

Most of the people who come to drink in the morning are here to warm up, eat pastries, and chat for a while. I don't know who started and talked about things in the martial arts.

"Didn't you see that martial arts event seven years ago with your own eyes?"

"That's natural, the younger brother was fortunate to follow Jia Ju Ma Ye back then, and rushed to Jiuhua Mountain, from the first Lingyun Sword Immortal Fang Zimo than the Sword South China Sea Hanging Buddha Nine Tribulations, to the last iron sword scholar Xu Qing sword comparison is useless in the world Ye Yunsheng, the little brother is not present and has seen them one by one. ”

"It is said that the Jiuhua Mountain Sword Meeting is the top event in the rivers and lakes in the past ten years, but for what reason it was held, it has never been known. ”

"Brother Tai asked the right person in this remark, it's not that those civil officials look down on us martial artists, suppress the generals in the court, and deal with us who run the rivers and lakes outside the court. I don't know which of the adults had a hot head and set the rules, all high-ranking officials and nobles who transported their property were escorted by envoys and transit envoys! Everyone understands what this means, right?"

"I understand, why don't I understand, in the past, it was the Xinyi League that specialized in this transaction, and it is said that the people of small families sent things to them, and later the Xinyi League became famous, and even the delivery of goods from the dignitaries and large families was entrusted to them. ”

"No, in those days, you could see people from the Lutheran League everywhere on the streets, and they all had a feather embroidered on their clothes, which was very beautiful. ”

"That's right, as a result of this rule from the government, these people of the Xinyi League have less way to live, and slowly only small businesses can be patronized, and many people in the alliance have left. As soon as the leaders of them saw that this was not working, they asked the people from the government to make trouble. ”

"Ouch, this is terrible, these people in the rivers and lakes are too fat, do they dare to make trouble with the government?"

"They come and go, and dozens of ordinary people don't look at them, where can they be afraid of the government?"

"What happened?"

"How smart the lord of the government is - you have high skills, and you are not afraid of the government, so find someone in the rivers and lakes to talk to you...... They invited some powerful people in the martial arts at that time who relied on the government to make a living, and went to talk to the Xinyi League. ”

"How did they talk about it?"

"Hey, look at what you said, people in the rivers and lakes, how else can you talk about it?"

Two diners finally arrived at the empty table, and he cooked the noodles, served them with chopped green onions, spicy vegetables, and then topped them with shredded pork and bamboo shoots, and soon two bowls of steaming bamboo shoots and pork noodles were served on the table.

He waited for the two guests to finish eating, wiped the table, and continued to stand motionless back behind the fire.

At this time, the street is full of people, it is already very lively, a few miles to the east is the East City Gate, and this market is the longest in Chang'an...... But the noisy street seems to be separated from him by thousands of mountains and rivers.

The fiery scene - the child running with the candy man, refusing to be caught by his mother, for fear of being robbed of the sugar man; and the woman in the chastity dress, swaying and walking, followed by the gaze; the official wearing the folded horn hat hurriedly drank the tea soup, as if he was in a hurry to do something, but the official on Chang'an East Street was the most leisurely, and there was nothing good about this appearance.

He was like being in a snow-covered river—even if he was standing by the fire, he couldn't get rid of the chill that spread all over his body, as if everything in front of him was so annoying, whether it was the smile on the face of a child, or the waist of a beautiful woman, not to mention the stories behind those servants.

But the most annoying thing is the few Jianghu people who are still talking about the Dingfeng Bo Sword Society.

He glanced down at his right hand.

After so many years, the calluses on the fingertips still haven't faded, and the old man's hand is still vaguely on the fingertips, and the touch brought by the cold, hard, and even water-resistant texture is so clear, as if it has just been released...... He clenched his fist as if he were clenching a sword.

The middle-aged man on the left has another horn knife in his waist, he is heavy and floating, it is a small kung fu that moves forward and retreat, from Shuzhou, Qingcheng Mountain has two inheritances of such genres, and this man happens to be an authentic Sichuan dialect. It should be the help brought by Xu Daguan, who has just entered the Chang'an court.

I only need to use the useless sword technique 307 to force him straight into the empty door, and then take the 542nd move to cut off his hand holding the knife, or use the 13th style of the frightened feather sword technique of Taishan Listening to the birds, which can break his right body and be directly fatal.

The one in the middle must be out of the sword, but unfortunately his feet on the ground are the basic root of Yungui swordsmanship, in a line of four, there are six ways to get out of the sword with this root foot, I only need to use the useless swordsmanship one hundred and two, the two hundred and eleven, or the general's night sword third style, he either breaks the gate of heaven, or breaks three fingers, or the sword in the chest and abdomen.

The guy on the right who likes to blow the most, I don't have to wait for him to make a move, I just use the ninety-ninth style...... Wait! It might be faster with the ninety-fifty-sixth, wait! Why can't I remember the ninety-fifty-seventh?

His hand held the stove, the hot iron piece did not interrupt his blind thoughts in the slightest, he finally remembered, and practiced silently ten times in his heart.

At this moment, the voice of the guy who had been stabbed to death by him in the ninety-ninth style floated into his ears.

"This last game, at this time, is also the most critical one, who called such a coincidence in the world, just before the sword competition, the two sides won or lost, it was a draw. Later, there were many judgments in the rivers and lakes, if it weren't for Fang Zimo, the leader of the Xinyi League, who believed in the wrong brother and put him last, maybe the court would have been planted this time!"

"Well, what do you mean by that?

"It's useless Ye Yunsheng in the world!"

"Let me interject, why did this person have such an unbearable name?"

"Hey, it's not like he's had a lot of successes before...... It is rumored in the rivers and lakes that he is a person, and his teacher is absolutely good--what kind of good method? The name of Yu Wang Jian must have been heard by anyone who walks the rivers and lakes, thirty years ago he was a well-known figure in Hedong, and he was invincible from south to north. It is said that he only accepted one apprentice in his life, and it was this Ye Yun who was born, and he personally passed on the one hundred and sixteen hands of the Light Chasing Shadow Sword Technique. ”

"With such a powerful master, it sounds like Ye Yunsheng shouldn't be bad?"

"Hey, I just don't know the situation, and I've only been in the past few years, right?"

"Big brother, go on!"

"Such a powerful master, but there is more than one Ye Yunsheng! Later, he was accepted as a disciple by the Guanyun Dao Master. The internal strength of the Guanyun Daoist is passed on from the Shangqing Sect Du Tianshi, and the swordsmanship is the most holy swordsmanship that only the Heavenly Master can pass on in the Shangqing Dynasty! Don't worry! And listen to me, in addition to these two masters, there is also an unknown old man, he himself does not know martial arts, but he has a sword book that has to inherit the true ancestor of the whole true ancestor Pure Yangzi, and I don't know how this Ye Yunsheng is created, the nameless old man gave him the sword book!"

"Hey, that's Lu Dongbin Lu Immortal!"

"What is the sword spectrum?"

"Rumor has it called useless swordsmanship. ”

"Why is it useless?"

"You don't know this, before Lu Xianren ascended, he felt that the mundane swordsmanship was useless, so he changed the name of uselessness to the flying swordsmanship he had realized back then and his later sword moves. ”

"Then isn't this Ye Yunsheng invincible in the world?"

"Hahahaha, the fart is invincible in the world, why does he call the world useless? Because he has competed nearly 100 sword battles up and down, none of them have won!

He listened to their laughter and couldn't help but laugh too, as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world.

The more real the joke, the more ridiculous it is, and behind the ridiculousness, it is so pathetic.

When I saw Master Yu Wangjian when I was a child, I didn't know why the other party had been standing in the ridges of the field and watching him hoe for an hour. Later, the master said to him, "You are the best sword practitioner I have ever met."

Later, after practicing swordsmanship for a year, he met the head of Guanyun Dao, in order to accept him as a disciple, he compared the sword with the sword master of King Yu for several days, and he woke up every day to fight, and the fight was dark. The Taoist chief said that if he were to change to someone else, Du Tianshi might be able to split a thunderbolt in the sky, but if he passed down this set of supreme sword techniques, he might be able to rank in the immortal class in the future.

He is also the only one who is not a Heavenly Master, but who knows the Holy Sword Technique.

Why don't you slash a thunderbolt from the sky?

He was so engrossed that he could still wake up, and retreated in time to the rushing figure and the flying stove and soup.

It is not very easy to encounter this kind of fighting on the streets of Chang'an, because there are too many officials, and there are heavy soldiers stationed near the city gate, and there are many heroes in Chang'an City, and the trouble will naturally not end well.

A group of people in the rivers and lakes fought, why they fought, he was not interested. Just retreated to the side, looking at the disadvantaged few people, who were beaten down and slashed, the person who knocked over the stove repelled the two people, using the free hand of the scattered door, the internal force is extraordinary, the shot is steady, and the martial arts practice is excellent.

"Take a hand, and thank you afterwards. ”

He understood that it was the skill of retreating just now that the other party noticed.

Sanmen is a strange person in the former Tang Dynasty created, when An Lushan rebelled, received many refugees, formed a faction of its own, after many years, it has a great prestige in the martial arts, and the people in the gang are very united. It's just that it's very unreasonable in the rivers and lakes.

He stood aside with his hands tied, and when he heard this, he took two steps back, bowed his head and said, "I don't know martial arts in the next place." ”