Yuan Laoer's name is only dared to be called behind the backs of the bold. Because he is the younger brother of Yuan Feng, the fast sword of Qinglian Villa, his name happens to be Yuan Er, and the people in the rivers and lakes are called Kuaishou Yuan Er. His right hand is a prosthetic, and Yuan Er broke it on a rainy night fifteen years ago.

Quick Sword Yuan Feng felt very sorry for his younger brother, and he went to find the best blacksmith in the Western Regions to beat him with this iron hand. Then the blacksmith disappeared mysteriously, some people said that he died, some people said that the fast sword Yuan Feng gave him a lot of silver taels, and quietly left. All that was left was Yuan Er's iron hand, an invulnerable iron hand.

Kuaishou Yuan Er heard that Shang Yuan's death was the next morning, and yesterday he was drunk in the boudoir of the drunken Yinlou girl. When I woke up, I heard the voice of the housekeeper Lao Gao, saying that the fast knife Shangyuan was dead, dead at the hands of a young child. So he asked the butler, "What is the child's name?"

"I heard it's called Qing'er. ”

"What weapon did he use?"

"No one saw it, I heard that he was carrying a box on his back, and the moment he opened the box, Shang Yuan died. The butler replied honestly.

Yuan Er saw this young man with a big box on his back, it was in his own casino, and it was also the afternoon of the next day. When he entered, the young man smiled happily, as if he had just had good luck. He also had a sword in his hand.

There are only two kinds of best business in the world, one is a flower house with many women, and the other is a casino. It's the gambler who enters the casino. But Li Qing is not, he doesn't know how to gamble, he only comes to take silver taels. His mother said that he could withdraw money here, but he only listened to his mother's words, and his mother's words were the truth.

"Guest officer, come on, come on, there's a seat here, just started to press the treasure," the guy who served was very enthusiastic.

"Pressing the treasure, pressing what treasure? There is a treasure here?" Li Qing was simply deadly.

"It's a gamble, what's the treasure?" the guy felt like he had met a fool.

"Then I won't. "Li Qing is very honest

Strange man, when he came to the casino, there were only red-eyed gamblers, and there were never gamblers who said they couldn't gamble.

"Won't bet what you're doing here? it's not a market here," the guy was a little annoyed.

"I don't have any silver taels, my mother said there are a lot of here, let me come and get some. "The guy is a little dumbfounded, this kid is indeed sick, he has no money, and he has to go into the casino, not only come in, but also take money in the casino.

"Come on, come, let me tell you, today is my birthday, and my mother has made a lot of delicious food at noon, otherwise I would have come early to get the silver. Facing this old guy, Li Qing smiled very happily. Today he is exactly eighteen.

I've seen a bad person, but I've never seen such an annoying person, the guy's face is already crooked, this is a casino, not a charity shop, not to mention that this is Kuaishou Yuan Er's casino. There were people who came here to make trouble, but no one got out alive, because Yuan Er's iron hand never agreed.

The guy suddenly had an idea, he wanted to tease this boring good boy, raised his voice and asked, "How much money did your mother let you withdraw from the casino?"

"Mother is really right, there is money here, my mother asked me to come and go for 10,000 taels of silver, hurry up and give it to me, today is my birthday, my mother said to buy new clothes for me and Sister Xianxian," Li Qing laughed happily. In his memory, his mother had never deceived him once.

If this young hairy boy is not sick, the man will never believe it. Dude doesn't believe his ears. There are still people in the world who don't have money, come to the casino to withdraw money, to buy clothes for themselves, this must be a madman. A madman who takes the casino as his own cash box.

At this time, brother buddy, he was angry, he was also a practitioner, and when he saw this, Li Qinglai's purpose was not to gamble, but purely to find fault. A man's many regrets are in impulse, and impulse is the devil.

This guy is already impulsive at the moment. He wanted to kick this hairy boy out of the door, and when the kick came out, he learned to think, and also saw the scenery outside the door, he hadn't seen the scenery in the afternoon for a long time, because every day the casino was busy until late at night, he was a buddy, and he was so busy that he forgot about the gambling house guy.

Unfortunately, all he saw today were the feet of pedestrians, and the legs of the carriages and the wheels of the carts, and he fell to the ground, face down, so that's all he could see.

Insults and shame are the capital of a man's impulsiveness, and at the moment he forgets his identity as a buddy. All he remembered was that he was a swordsman, a swordsman who once made ghosts fear, and he was enduring humiliation. He fled to the ancient city of the Western Regions, but Yuan Er took him in and killed the enemy who chased him for him. Today he had forgotten that the moment he got up, the soft sword on his waist had already been shot, and he was going to kill this hairy boy who didn't know what to do.

The sword flies like a sharp swallow, this is the skill of the soft sword Feng Shan, and he has killed at least ten famous swordsmen with this soft sword. It's a pity that today he was wrong again. When the sword stabbed, he knew that he was wrong, and this boy who didn't know what to do was just clamping his sword with two fingers, and he not only couldn't stab it, but he couldn't pull it back.

"You shouldn't kick me, my sister who is dirty and still washes it, and you can't change it until you buy new clothes. Now I don't have new clothes yet, you can't get my clothes dirty. Mother said, Qing'er's clothes should be worn cleanly. ”

"Your mother... Feng Shan wanted to say the following words, but unfortunately there was no chance, this was the first time he made his mouth pump, a fierce mouth, when he spit out the blood in his mouth with his mouth, he only felt a pain in the Adam's apple, and a stream of hot blood gushed out from the Adam's apple.

These are the last three words spoken by the soft sword Feng Shan in his life. Later, people in the ancient city were guessing, some people said that Feng Shan said that your mother's silver, and some people said that Feng Shan was scolding, and he was your mother's eighth son. It's a pity that no one will ever know what Feng Shan wants to say, Feng Shan doesn't know who he died in, all this came so suddenly, so quickly.

"Mother loves Qing'er the most, and those who scold her mother must die," Li Qing only had his mother in his heart. When he came, his mother asked him to kill this person.

Kuaishou Yuan Er watched all this quietly. He saw this young boy, just a relay, and threw a famous swordsman like Feng Shan out of the door, he saw this young boy, just flying by his fingers, and cut Feng Shan's Adam's apple with the sword in his hand, he looked at these hands quietly, slender and terrifying, the speed of this hand is too fast, the sword is out of the sword, just a blink of an eye. But he knew that it was also a pair of hands that could play the piano.

"Your surname is Li?"

"My surname is Li, my name is Qing of Liquidation, uncle, I'll get the silver. Li Qing is still so naïve.

"Why isn't it Qingshui?"

"My mother said, when I grow up, I must settle the old accounts, so it must be cleared of liquidation, not clear water. Li Qing said very seriously.

"Oh, your mother is right, it's the clearing of liquidation, not the clearing of Qingshui," Yuan Er replied quietly.

At this time, some people in the casino want to laugh, and some people want to smoke themselves to see if they are sober, such a conversation is really incomprehensible.

"You killed the guy in my shop," Yuan Er said after a pause.

"I know, his name is Soft Sword Feng Shan, he was once a killer in the Jiangnan Palace, he came here to avoid the enemy, and entered your gambling house, pretending to be a buddy. You took them in, and you helped them kill the enemies who were chasing them, didn't you?" Li Qing's answer surprised Yuan Er as well.

It was a secret between him and Feng Shan, and he thought no one had ever known. When Feng San came with his servant Lao Gao five years ago, Feng Shan told him that he was a killer who had offended the bloody clothes in Jiangnan and was forced to flee here, and that he had been a killer in the official mansion.

"Are you his enemy?", Yuan Er began to guess, he knew that this bloody cloth gate was very powerful in Jiangnan, and no one knew their origin. There is only one way to die for those who offend the Bloody Clothes Gate, Feng Shan fled to the Western Regions with his servant Lao Gao, but the people of the Bloody Clothes Gate chased here, and he helped Feng Shan kill the people who chased him, so he had no intention of offending the Bloody Clothes Gate.

"No," Li Qing replied crisply.

"Why did you come to kill him after five years?" Yuan Er felt that there were too many secrets about this child, and there were also many secrets about Feng Shan.

"My mother said that Qing'er hasn't grown up yet, and she can't enter the Western Regions until Qing'er grows up. "The child's words are all the truth, the previous children didn't lie, at least Li Qing in front of him won't lie, this Yuan Er can bet with himself, he believes in his feelings.

Yuan Er was still curious, so he asked again: "Did you kill the fast knife Shang Yuan?"

"I knew he had to die. At this moment, Yuan Er saw hatred in Li Qing's eyes, a formidable hatred.

The days are long and sometimes endless, and this hatred lasts forever. The hatred of the world may be for a lifetime, and there may be retribution in the next life. But Yuan Er felt that the hatred in Li Qing's eyes was so terrifying, and he was full of murderous aura at all times.

"They know?" Yuan Er wanted to know too many secrets, and today he wanted to know everything.

"No, they don't know each other, but I know they have to die. The murderous aura in Li Qing's eyes began to sublimate. Life and death are so light in his eyes. But he's just a kid, a kid who just celebrated his eighteenth birthday today. Yuan Er's mind was spinning rapidly, he wanted to remember something, but he really couldn't remember what special meaning this day had today.

"Oh, that's right. But you know them all?"

"I only know that Uncle Shang must die, but this soft sword Feng Shan should be killed, they are different. "That's why he kills people with quick and soft swords.

There was silence in the gambling house, and no one dared to move, because it was terrible. No one could understand their conversation. At this time, Yuan Er seemed to know Li Qing's reason for killing them. The fast sword is still far away, and the soft sword Feng San deserves to die.

But there are a lot of damned people in this world, but they are all alive. Living makes people angry, makes people hold grudges, and makes people block their breath when they think about it. Yuan Er had already seen all this in Li Qing's eyes. His eyes were filled with anger and hatred.

"You listen to your mother very much, don't you!" Yuan Er wanted to know who his mother was? This child is so obedient and distressing.

"Hey, the young master has listened to his wife since he was a child, and he hasn't changed since he grew up. Yuan Er heard the voice of the housekeeper Lao Gao, and at this time, the voice seemed to have changed, and it became very gloomy. He remembered that this Lao Gao and the soft sword Feng Shan came together, Lao Gao claimed to be Feng Shan's servant, but Feng Shan seemed to respect Lao Gao very much. Lao Gao will take care of the accounts, and he will be a housekeeper here, and everything will come so naturally. It's like the wind outside the gambling house at the moment, coming and going at will, blowing everything you want to blow at will.

Yuan Er felt that the wind in this ancient city was the autumn wind at this moment, the autumn wind returned at night, and the lonely lamp wrote clear of sorrow every night.