Former imperial historian Liu Wencong and Lord Liu stood in the attic looking at Chang'an City. The lights in the city are scattered, the north wind is blowing, and the broken city wall has been particularly fragile after the continuous war since the end of the Tang Dynasty. In this ancient capital of the Thirteen Dynasties, even in the light breeze and drizzle, you can still hear the groans of the dead souls...... The Zhao family's reluctance to set the capital here made this ancient city with countless civilizations decay and decadence.

Liu Wencong looked at this city, and finally made up his mind, without the devastation of war, protecting the people of Li here is the fate that he, the former imperial history, should have.

He is already seventy years old, rushed to Kaifeng, the road is tiring, he may die of illness on the road, death should not be feared, but if he is discovered, how can Wei Xian, who covers the sky with one hand in Chang'an, let him tell those bad things that have lost his conscience?

"Xiao Ding, go and call Wu'er. ”

The subordinate Xiao Ding called Liu Taien's eldest son, Liu Wencong beckoned his son to sit down, and then said to Xiao Ding: "You go out, go farther." ”

Xiao Ding answered, closed the door, walked down the steps, walked a little farther away, stopped, looked around to see that there was no one, and then tiptoed back to the front of the house, squatting down and listening to the movement inside.

"Dad, this matter is very important, once the news leaks, our whole family is afraid that they will not be able to escape the disaster, and we hope to think twice!"

"There are more than ten of us, can we compare with the millions of people in Chang'an City?"

"But Wei Xianguan is the master of Bo, and he is the right-hand man of Lord Zhizhou, children often hear that the famous people in the rivers and lakes have anything to do with him, if there are a few evil stars, how about calling our Liu family?"

"Dad is old, and your mother went early, so they have to go here alone!"

"What do you mean by that?"

"In the imperial history of the court, Cheng is the son of his father's old friend, and he is upright, if you can hand over your father's handwritten letter and the evidence of how Wei Xian was corrupt and bent the law, and how to disregard people's lives, he will definitely play the official family...... There are more than ten people's confessions in this letter, signed and drawn, and the left and right testimony can be used to convict Wei Xian. ”

"Dad, in this case, why don't you go with the child. ”

"If I also leave, I'm afraid that Wei Xian will be suspicious, there is no need to say more, my father's decision has been made, you can arrange it, and you will leave tomorrow. ”

Liu Taien knew that his father had always been the same, and he was in awe on weekdays, so he could only bow to the ground, weep and kowtow, so he had to discuss with his wife.

Liu Wencong stopped him, pondered about something, and ordered: "Go and call Xiaoding, he has been with me for ten years, if he also goes with me, I'm afraid it's not appropriate, I need to find a reason to leave him behind." ”

Liu Taien searched all over the house, but he didn't see Xiaoding, and he noticed that the hot tea in his house was not cold, and he was shocked that it was not good, so he quickly found his father and explained the matter.

"Dad, isn't Xiao Dingmo Wei Xian's minions sent to my mansion?"

"Ten years ago, when I returned to Chang'an from Kaifeng, Xiao Ding was already by my side, and Wei Xian did not have the power he has now...... I'm afraid that it has been bought over the years...... Ignore him first, if he really goes to tell the secret, it's useless for us to worry about it, you go and discuss with the eldest mother, don't bring others, at this time, no one in the house can be trusted, don't wait for tomorrow, let's set off tonight. ”

"Good...... Do you want to shout at that brother and sister?"

Liu Wencong's face changed slightly, and he suddenly sighed: "Ajiang, this child is not easy, your brother fell ill just after passing the door, and he has been widowed for three years." Hey, take her with you, you can't let her accompany me, an old fellow, to be buried in Chang'an City. ”

In a lonely small courtyard in the northernmost part of Liu's house, there is only one plum tree accompanied by a dilapidated old house, at this time the lights of the house are still on, a woman kneeling on the futon, Guanyin Bodhisattva on the case looks at her silently, just like watching the vicissitudes of the world, joys and sorrows. She whispered in her mouth: "The relics are the empty phase of all laws, which are neither born nor destroyed, neither dirty nor pure, neither increased nor decreased. Therefore, there is no color in the air, no thoughts, no knowledge, no eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body and mind, no color, sound, fragrance, touch, no vision, no consciousness, no ignorance, no ignorance, no old death, no old age, no old age, no suffering, no wisdom, and no gain. ”

The wind comes in from outside, the candle flame shakes, and the light and shadow tilt. The woman's shadow also swayed on the wall. From the side, she has an excellent figure, her slender figure is covered in a well-fitting white dress, her head is weirdly short hair, neat and clean, her neck is exposed, kneeling there, her small waist is stretched narrowly, and her curved buttocks are cushioned with a pair of snow-white and flawless soles without shoes and socks.

I heard a knock on the door, and then Liu Taien's soft call: "Ajiang, open the door." ”

She didn't move until she had finished the second reading, then she got up and pulled the door open.

With the light on her back, her face is in a strange and mysterious light and shadow, and she can see the delicate and beautiful facial features soft and clear, and she is a fairy descending to earth, and the world is stunning - a pair of moth eyebrows are lightly swept, black and white cut pupils, and there is a small tear mole hanging from the corner of her right eye, as if a little ink is painted; the eyelashes are soft and slightly trembling; and under the hanging gallbladder nose is a cherry mouth. The most rare thing is that her whole complexion is fair, and there is still a soft light in the backlight, which is extremely moving.

"Big brother, it's so late, what's the urgency?"

"There's something big going on at home, don't make a noise, you pack up the soft furniture, come to the front yard quickly, we will leave for Kaifeng tonight." ”

She was stunned, she didn't have time to think about it, and when she saw Liu Wencong's nervous and anxious look, she knew that things were not good, and hurriedly asked, "Where's Dad?"

Liu Wencong couldn't speak, and then felt that there was not enough time to chat, so he urged her to hurry up and clean up, and went back to the front yard to prepare the carriage.

The night was dark, and Xiao Ding, a subordinate of Liu's mansion, had already rushed to Wei Xian's mansion.

Bo Weixian, the lord of Chang'an, is the third person in this city, in charge of documents, cashiers, cancellation of books, taxes of the whole city, transfer commissions, and offerings are all included in the register by him. The officialdom of Chang'an City called him "Wei God of Wealth".

He was over forty years old, short and fat, sitting on a Taishi chair, with thick wool cushions and hot fragrant tea, but his face was cold, and after listening to Xiaoding, he opened his mouth to the old servant beside him: "Give him a thousand taels, arrange to live in Xiyuan, and then invite Xu Qing and Feng Jibei." ”

Xiao Ding received the reward and went down with a smile, but the sad love of Liu Wencong's master and servant for ten years was less than a thousand taels of silver.

After a while, two Jianghu people walked in.

A scholar on the left is dressed as a green shirt and a square scarf, wearing a wide long sword at his waist, and a samurai shirt on the right, with a long scarf tied for his hair, and a narrow Tang horizontal sword on his back.

As soon as Wei Xian saw the two of them, he left the Taishi chair, stood up and held the man with the knife on his back on his right, and said with a smile: "It's so late, you have to trouble Brother Feng, and my brother can't help it." ”

Lord Wei is polite, Feng is begging for a living in the house, so there is no word "trouble". ”

Wei Xian smiled and said yes, and then greeted the scholar dresser: "Qing'er, I called you to come late at night, can I alarm your family?"

"Qing'er knows that her uncle must have important things, and her father has a lot of teachings on weekdays, and no matter how much of her uncle's affairs is smaller than Qing'er, it is a big deal, and she must be cautious and careful. ”

"Okay, very good!" Wei Xian smiled a little worriedly, if it weren't for the fact that Liu Wencong, the former imperial historian who had retired, had overthrown many big officials in the early years, why would he bother to buy off the subordinates of the Liu Mansion? "Tonight, I got a piece of news that Liu Wencong's old thief secretly joined Kaifeng Imperial History Zhongcheng and wanted to frame me! I don't want him to succeed, only by letting him be a ghost in Chang'an as soon as possible, can I feel at ease." ”

Xu Qing clenched his fists and bent over, and Feng Jibei's loud voice shouted: "This old thief is so bold that he dares to deal with adults, Feng is going to kill something!"

Xu Qing grabbed Feng Jibei and asked Wei Xian in a low voice, "What should the Liu Mansion do?"

Wei Xian squinted his eyes, and his cold gaze revealed a heavy murderous intent: "Cut the grass and eradicate the roots, and leave no living mouth." ”

Xu Qing's body was shocked, and he persuaded: "After all, this person is a former imperial history, and the whole family will be killed, will the official family ......?"

"How can the official family know? Gangsters are rampant, and the old enemies come to the door, what reason can't they do? Hmph, Chang'an Chang'an, this is my Chang'an!"

When Xu Qing and Feng Jibei led more than ten killers to Liu's mansion.

In the northernmost courtyard of Liu's Mansion, plum blossoms fell in the wind, and it rained a very short but beautiful flower rain.

Jiang Shouhua put the two packages on the side of the bed, lowered her head and thought for a while, and slowly, walked to the long case for Guanyin Bodhisattva.

She bent down, reached out, and pulled a long cloth bag from under her desk.

She held the cloth bag in both hands, thought and thought, and finally shook it slightly, and the strip of cloth unfolded......

A slender and soft sword was like a fish out of water, bouncing its body and leaping into the air......

It was a soft sword with a thin sheath of skin and a jaw resembling a flying swallow......

This sword masterpiece "Yan returns", since the end of the Han Dynasty, one generation after another, all the people who use this sword are women, they all leave enviable stories in the rivers and lakes at that time, or gorgeous, or beautiful, or tragic......

She wrapped her soft sword around her waist, and the fluttering swallow was clasped below her navel.

Next to the bed was a pair of clogs, white rope belts, round heads, and pear blossom wood. She stepped on it barefoot, carried two packages on her back, and walked out of the house.

Under the plum tree, I suddenly thought of the first time I came here, there was no small courtyard, only this lonely plum blossom, it was autumn, bare branches, Liu Erlang hugged her, and told her that when it was winter, the plum blossom would bloom very beautifully.

The rain of flowers fell on her body, and the bitter cold of dozens of winters also gently brushed up - if you can also watch it with the slave, it will be very beautiful!

She glanced back at the hut again, and with the plum blossoms all over her body, she was drifting away.

In the front yard, the door of the south house was pushed open, Liu Taien's wife took her son's hand and crossed the threshold, and the eleven-year-old child complained: "Mother, the child wants to sleep." ”

"Child, get in the car and go to sleep, come. She lowered her head and said with a smile, her expression still couldn't hide a trace of panic, and when she raised her head, she was really stunned. A man in black hung upside down on the eaves like a bat, his head hanging down to her face.

The man covered his face with a black cloth, his eyes were strange, and he suddenly said hoarsely: "It's good, but it's a pity." As soon as the words fell, the lady and the child were not allowed to have any thoughts, and with a wave of his hand, a knife flashed, and the good head was cut off on the ground...... The child's sleepy gaze kept lowering with the mother's head, which rolled twice on the ground like a ball, and its white face was already stained with dust and blood, and it was black......

The child opened his mouth wide and was about to scream, but the knife flashed again, and his head rolled over and hit his mother's head.

Two bodies spurting blood fell to the ground one by one.

Liu Taien stood by the carriage, and as soon as he finished talking to his subordinates, he came to the front of the house and saw the man in black jumping off the roof, and the scene of his wife and children dying tragically behind.

He was about to shout in horror, and a Tang Heng knife pierced itself from behind, piercing through his chest, and then internal force poured in, his mouth was full of blood, only the sound of blood flowing, and he died instantly.

The coachman who was sitting in the carriage and the subordinates who carried their bags to the carriage were killed without a sound - looking down from above, there were four people standing on the roof of the entire Liu Mansion, four people standing in the front yard, and one person standing by the wall above the gate.

Xu Qing, a scholar of the Iron Sword, indifferently watched everything happening, and the innocent and tragic death of good people, sighed in vain.

These black-clothed men are all thugs raised by Wei Xian, and there are many killings in the rivers and lakes, and it is too easy to deal with the ordinary people in this mansion.

After thinking about it, he saw Feng Jibei stretch out two fingers, and he understood that there were only two people left in the Liu Mansion.

Feng Jibei led people to the east house, which was Liu Wencong's bedroom.

There were three more people, rushing to the courtyard to the north, and it was far away and dark, and it was no longer clear that Xu Qing should have gone to take care of it, but he still stood motionless on the wall, hoping that this would end soon.

After a while, Feng Jibei led people out of the East House and made a gesture to him, indicating that Liu Wencong was dead.

Feng Jibei came to Liu Taien's side, squatted down, stood up for a while, found an envelope in his hand, and waved at him again.

"If this Xu Qing is not Wei Xian's nephew, I have to compare with him, brothers are working, what does it mean for him to stand so far away and look at the wind?" Feng Jibei thought in his heart, but he didn't say it in his mouth, and he didn't show it on his face. Suddenly saw Xu Qing waving at him, looking anxious, and he didn't know what the other party wanted to express.

Xu Qing was like seeing a ghost. At first, he only saw a white figure coming out of the courtyard to the north, but suddenly he saw this figure flashing, like a swallow sweeping the air, crossing eight feet, and not touching the ground. What's even more terrifying is that this figure turned over out of thin air, rose up again, slowly slid through the air, and had already fallen behind Feng Jibei, and the distance between the two was only about three steps!

I think Feng Jibei is also a well-known and powerful player in the rivers and lakes, otherwise he would not be respected by Wei Xian, and he will be called to handle it when he encounters an obstacle related to his family's life. But I don't know if he was deceived three steps closer to him, if he hadn't watched from a distance, he really thought he had encountered a ghost.

The light skills of this person are really shocking and incredible, he waved his hand and fingers, but Feng Jibei didn't notice it, and still looked at himself.

"What a fool!" he leapt down and charged at them.

Feng Jibei, who didn't know it, was still holding an envelope.

Jiang Shouhua reached out and took the envelope from his hand, as if picking a flower among the flowers, it was easy. She glanced at Liu Taien, knowing that the Liu Mansion was afraid that there would be no living mouth, so when she thought about it, her heart suddenly felt like a knife......

She fell in love with Erlang of the Liu family at first sight, and only bid farewell to her master for a year, so she followed Erlang back to Liu's mansion desperately and lived for a month, Liu Wencong did not agree - the order of her parents, the words of the matchmaker, this is a ceremony, how can the dignified Liu family not be polite? But this month, Liu Erlang continued to fight, and Liu Taien, the eldest man of the Liu family, also helped his younger brother to persuade, brotherhood is deep, and his sister-in-law and children also came to persuade Liu Wencong, so persuaded for a month, Liu Wencong still did not agree...... Then, Liu Erlang became ill, very sick, she took care of her clothes, and was seen by Liu Wencong, and finally moved the stubborn former imperial history and agreed to the marriage of the two.

However, no one expected that not long after they got married, Liu Erlang fell ill and died.

Jiang Shouhua was seventeen years old and lived as a widow for three years.

If you look at it unknowingly, a daughter-in-law like her, living alone in the lonely and dilapidated North House, may be a family discord, but in fact, the father and son of the Liu family are avoiding suspicion, Liu Wencong also wrote a letter of resignation for Erlang, hoping that she can have a good future, but she refused.

Liu Wencong asked her to send her delicious food and good use on weekdays, and she didn't accept it, she didn't want to spend the Liu family's belongings, she only recited Buddhism, hoping to meet Erlang again in the next life......

Such a daughter-in-law, how could the Liu Mansion treat her badly?

But they all died.

The woman who has been thinking about the Buddha for three years has a strong murderous intent in the middle of this cold winter night.

Avalokiteshvara, don't blame me...... If you want to blame, blame these wicked people.

So, she pulled out the swallow and returned.

The return of this swallow, since the end of the Han Dynasty, has been passed down from generation to generation, all of them are women, and they all left enviable stories in the rivers and lakes at that time, or gorgeous, or beautiful, or tragic......

"Be careful!" Xu Qing shouted loudly.

The sword came out of the sheath only with a gust of wind, in the end, Feng Jibei was a strong hand in the rivers and lakes, a sideways backhand swung the knife back, and avoided the key point in time, the tip of the sword only slashed his back muscles, and the flesh was not deep.

He turned around and slashed with his knife, and the woman in white behind him shook her body and flashed to the side, the thin sword light swept obliquely, and a killer next to him spurted blood from his throat, clutching his neck and falling to the ground.

Feng Jibei turned his knife and made a move to chase the wind and catch the moon, but although the knife was heavy, it couldn't reach the figure of the woman in white. However, the four killers around him have all been killed by the woman one by one, and they all sealed their throats with a sword. He was frightened that the woman in white had cold swordsmanship, and then he was hit by a sword, he didn't know how to have profound internal skills, he couldn't rely on internal strength to close his blood, and he would definitely suffer a loss after a long battle, so he couldn't help but call Xu Qing to help: "Brother, the envelope was taken by her, and she can't leave anyone, how will we explain when we go back?"

In fact, Xu Qing had to make a move.

He watched the battle on the side and saw that although the other party was a woman, his swordsmanship was exquisite, and his body skills were even more clever. And after all, he is the person who participated in the Jiuhua Mountain Dingfeng Wave Sword Competition, martial arts are indeed few opponents in the Kansai area, and his eyesight is naturally extraordinary, and he has already seen that the woman's body and swordsmanship complement each other, and it has really reached the realm where the sword follows the person, the person is like a light wind, and the sword is like a long rainbow.

Xu Qing's sword is wider, the sword is heavy, just look at his sword, the first sword stabbed in the air, and he had to return the sword to block Jiang Shouhua's sword move, Feng Jibei suddenly disdained in his heart, thinking that you guys have a big name for nothing, and your swordsmanship is sparse, it is really in vain that I look up to you on weekdays!

But Xu Qing joined in, and the two fought Jiang Slender Flower together, and after a few moves, Jiang Slender Flower's body gradually slowed down.

"Ahh But Xu Qing did not hurry up his sword and walked the Xunqian Guiyuan swordsmanship of the Taiyi Sword School of Wutai Mountain, this swordsmanship is peaceful and peaceful, and there are only two strange tricks. He made the general, the sword move was calm, the internal breath was continuous, the force was outside the sword, and the momentum was as heavy as a mountain.

Slowly, Jiang Shouhua felt that it was a little difficult to breathe, her steps were even more sluggish, and she secretly screamed in her heart, which made the man with the sword much more powerful than the man with the sword, and the swordsmanship seemed to be mediocre, but she could suppress people with momentum, and she was like a butterfly in the net in the opponent's sword momentum.

But she's not a butterfly after all.

She is the return of Yan.

The sword that was originally like a rainbow in her hand instantly became light and soft, like a fallen leaf floating in the wind.

"Soft sword!" Xu Qing exclaimed! Then he shouted to Feng Jibei: "Brother Feng, pay attention!"

But he reminded him too late, Feng Jibei's eyes were slanted against the ground, like a flying swallow piercing the hall, piercing through his sword light behind him, he didn't have time to turn around and was cut off by the sword right arm, a miserable howl, the sturdy man in the rivers and lakes, holding the broken arm, looked panicked and frightened, tears were in his eyes, and half of his arm was still holding the knife......

Xu Qing crossed the sword, half-squatting, with enough internal strength, shook out the long sword, and the snowy sword flower bloomed in front of Feng Jibei, blocking Jiang Shouhua, who still wanted to pursue.

Blood sprayed, and the ground seemed to wither countless petals.

"Helplessly, the flowers fell, and it seemed like the return of the swallow. Xu Qing frowned, staring at the beautiful woman in white in front of her, the sword in her hand pointed straight at herself, and her inner breath was infused, the soft sword could be rigid or soft, it could be fierce and violent, and it could also be gentle and silent.

"Kill her, kill her! Lao Tzu's hands are gone, what poems are you still reading?" Feng Jibei screamed angrily, trembling in pain.

"Why do you bother with this?"

Jiang Shouhua used a stunt to solve the dilemma, but in the face of Xu Qing, she still had no bottom in her heart, and she made dozens of moves, what if there was still someone on the other side?

When she thought about it, she suddenly retreated, and without saying much, she slowly retreated.

The two looked at each other, and Xu Qing couldn't let her go, because the letter was still on her.

But how can Yan's return be comparable to Xu Qing's light work. Jiang Shouhua flew up, Xu Qing had just taken out his sword, and he saw that the woman was fluttering in white and had jumped over the wall, and he didn't care about the injured Feng Jibei, so he lifted his internal breath and chased after him.