At the end of the road, in the last years of the hero, a little bit of pride has been reduced, and a little more tragedy has been added.

In previous years, Los Angeles was like this, and this year's Los Angeles is still like this.

Legend has it that Los Angeles was originally a fief given by the Dragon Emperor to his younger brother Hua Ye. This Hua Ye carried the phoenix luan bow, the dragon sword, and rode the dragon emperor's white dragon horse to lead his two Jiaohua ladies to the outside of the Saiwai, and only set foot in the Central Plains in his later years.

In Los Angeles, there is a world-famous mountain villa, called Huajiazhuang, which is inhabited by the descendants of this generation of heroes Hua Ye······

The storyteller talked eloquently, and looking at the meaning, it seemed that he did not intend to stop there.

In the teahouse, the dirty lad of seventeen or eighteen was sharpening wood with a short knife, and he sharpened the wood to the point and gradually became like a sword. If this wooden sword is for children to play with, there should be no blade. If this sword is used for hanging, then this sword can only be a joke.

"The roar of the iron horseman, the bloody oath, the bells and drums accompanied by the ringing of Jin Ge, that is the grand plan and hope. ”

The storyteller is still continuing, and the wooden sword in the hand of the posterity has been released, and the difference is the pattern on the sword. He put down the short knife in his hand and looked at the sword.

"The sophistic talent, the world-shaking frivolity, the flying sword from the west, a song of the sky. ”

What kind of story is the storyteller telling? He didn't listen carefully, and it didn't seem to be the story it was the beginning of. A storyteller eats hundreds of meals and tells the story of the world, since this is the case, then a storyteller will stay in one place for a short time. After a long time, no one came to listen to him, because he could no longer tell new stories for entertainment.

"Fallen dynasties, decaying years, what stories to tell. The young man muttered, and he tightened his grip on the dagger again, and continued to carve the wooden sword. He gently blew away the sawdust and wood ashes, what should he carve on it?

"The dynasty is about to fall, how can the years decay?"

The young man stopped again, and when he looked up, the young man who spoke was neatly dressed, and could not find a second extravagant thing except the folding fan in his hand. The young man sat in this tea shed, just a bench away from the young man. Such a person would never have come to such a place. The people who have heard the story in the tea shed will think so, perhaps it is only because they have divided themselves into others, and they have divided themselves into three, six, nine and so on, low and noble.

The young man smiled at the young man, looked at the wooden sword that was still carved in the young man's hand, and said in a gentle voice: "This sword in the hand of the little brother is a good sword. ”

The young man glanced at the young man obliquely, and then began to carve the dragon scale pattern on the sword, and said in a lukewarm tone: "How can a sword that has not been tempered and burned be a good sword, what a strange person." ”

When the young man heard this, he laughed and said, "Since it is a wooden sword, it will not be burned and tempered to become a sharp weapon." If you cut wood with gold and leave your sword intent behind, how can you not do it?"

When the young man heard this, he smiled and said, "It's messy, I don't know how to pretend to understand." ”

The young man sighed and said, "How many capable swordsmen in this world are looking for peerless swords, unparalleled sword scores. There may not be a second person who can come alone with a wooden sword like Xiaoyou. ”

The young man could only shake his head and said with a smile: "It seems that concealment is indeed not my forte······

Before these words were finished, there were more than a dozen blue-clothed warriors on the side of the young man, holding all kinds of weapons, murderous, like purgatory ghosts coming to the sun to ask for souls. There were so many people suddenly appearing like a ghost, and the listeners in the tea shed were startled, and then exclaimed that this was a bird and beast.

"I really didn't expect that it would be ······ that a mere 100,000 fine silver attracted the cold city."

This time, it was the young man's turn to finish his words, and the young man's wooden sword had already pierced his chest.

The young man looked at the young man in disbelief, and the young man's eyes were the same as his previous tone, lukewarm, and he listened to his righteous words: "Debts are repaid, and murder is repaid." Wu Ziqian, the lizard hunter in Hancheng, intercepted 100,000 taels of silver for disaster relief from the imperial court, causing tens of thousands of displaced people to lack food and food, and many people died of hunger and disease, so that everyone could send twice the silver intercepted to Los Angeles within three days.

The young man pulled out the wooden sword from Wu Ziqian's chest and threw it into the air, and the sword burned itself into ashes in an instant.

Among those blue-clothed warriors, there was a bearded man with a nine-ring big sword in his hand that fell to the ground, and the man with such a wicked face actually had trembling legs, and his voice trembled: "Suo Suo soul man······"

The young man called Anan, and after doing this, he went out, and whether anyone cleaned up the follow-up had nothing to do with him. The cold city is still a little cold in this season, and it is the season to wear spring clothes in the south, and here in the cold city, if you don't wear a cotton jacket, you have to freeze to death on the street.

Anan stopped at the door of an inn, and he stepped over the threshold and walked in, looking around the interior of the building, which was indeed as luxurious and refined as it had been rumored. Anan was not wearing silk and satin, gold and silver thread, but a linen garment that could protect him from the wind and cold. When he appeared, the miscellaneous servant frowned, but the shopkeeper who was settling accounts at the counter didn't seem to see anyone, still fiddling with the abacus.

Anan's steps were light and steady, and there was no sound when he walked. He walked to the counter, took out a silver ingot, and put it in front of the shopkeeper: "If you want a side room, if there is a good room, if there is not, it will be clean." ”

The shopkeeper stopped his fingers, looked at the silver, and then continued to fiddle with his abacus made of green pine: "How many days will you live?"

"How many days is this ingot enough for a day's house?"

"If you count three meals a day, rice porridge and buns for breakfast, one meat, one vegetable and one soup at noon and evening, ten taels of silver can live for four days. ”

"If you want a side room, you don't need tea and dinner?"

"Then the ten taels of silver will dwell for four days. ”

Anan didn't say much, just followed the guy upstairs.

The fifteen or sixteen-year-old guy pushed open the fourth-floor room, then bowed slightly, made a gesture of please, and said respectfully: "Childe, please, the room on the fourth floor is the cleanest and quietest. ”

After sending this guy away, Anan closed the door, and his body jumped onto the beam of the house like a flying swallow. He saw a mark on the beam, like a snake dance pattern. He didn't pay any attention to it, but took out a blue book from his bosom, and carved a groove on the beam with a short knife about the size of the blue book, and put it into it.

After doing this, he turned over and fell, and landed without any sound, as strong as a cheetah.

"Xiao Wei, how many more days are you going to stay in this small city?"

Anan turned around, and there was a man in black behind him, and the big hood covered most of his face, leaving only the place below the tip of his nose.

"Why are you here?" Anan did not show any friendship to the man, flashing the short knife in his hand, facing it with his blade.

"Put away your knife, if I come to catch you back, can you stop me? Just to warn you, don't stay in the cold city, the storm will gather here, and it will be boring to add a few more lives, and leave as soon as the matter is over." ”

The man in black said, turned around and wanted to leave, but was stopped by this Anan again, and listened to him: "The wind and clouds will gather, then you should tell me, what is the matter?" Baiyue

The man in black did not hide Anan's question, and replied: "Someone is coming from Duhanlou, someone is coming from Jingzhou, and someone is coming from Lincheng." Do you say that no one will come to other cities? The White Shadow Snitch of the Twilight Cold Tower and the silent swordsman of the Seven Star Sword have already arrived in the Cold City, and it is up to them to weigh whether it is a blessing or a curse. ”

"Then what, my internal government affairs, the small Jianghu organization, still dare to violate my sea water with well water?"

The man in black turned around again, took out a wooden plaque and threw it at Anan, and then said, "Take a closer look, do you recognize this wooden plaque?"

"The snapping turtle is in the mountain, and it is the waist card of the lord of the twilight pavilion. ”

"A few days ago, Zhongxi Hou arrived in Jinling, Lincheng, and on the day he arrived, he saw a few dead people at the entrance of Jinling Street, which was the waist card of one of the dead people. Its owner, the third is Shen Wanli, the master of the Nineteen Pavilions. ”

After speaking, the man in black turned around this time, pushed the door and walked out of the house, and really didn't come back.

"The people in Qinglou dare to move, is it possible, is it Yan Yun's rider?"

As the man in black said, the first to come to Bangfeng City was indeed the White Shadow Snitch of the Dusk Cold Tower and the Silent Sword Saint.

The thief, known as the King of Thieves, was dressed in white, his black hair was scattered, and his long bangs covered his left eye, revealing only a right eye with double skin like a knife and clear black and white. Although he was dressed in white, the white robe on his body was at least lined with black trim, but the pair of cloud climbing boots on his feet were pure white. The white ones are as new as new, untouched with dust.

This man walked with light steps, like a night cat stepping on the tiles, and it was difficult to hear the slightest sound.

The contemporary sword saint who traveled with him was more fancy than delusional, he tied his hair with a delicate peony and gold crown, and wore bright clothes with a blue background, and many soaring raptors embroidered on the blue. He wears a white cloak with pine shoulder armor. The robe was too long for the boots on his feet to be seen. The cloak was on the large side, making the sword he was wearing loom over.

If you take off the cloak, you can see that there are three short swords with dragon and phoenix tattoos on his chest, and two double-strand swords with a head of more than three feet on his back. Even more noteworthy is his belt. This belt is like an iron beating, and the center is in the shape of a snake's head, and snake scales are tattooed on the belt, so it looks like it, but it is not so conspicuous.

It's good that it's not so conspicuous, because people who know him well know that this belt is also a sword, and it is a snake software that kills a lot.

Leng Buyu suddenly stopped, his voice was cold, and he said, "Son, can you pay attention?"

Delirium smiled, also stopped, and then said: "You think about it too much, you can notice, I can naturally notice what you didn't notice, and I can also notice it." ”

The corners of Leng Buyu's mouth hooked slightly, although it was ridicule, his voice was still the same, and he couldn't hear his feelings: "So confident." ”

"A must. ”

When the two of you were talking to me, a girl of sixteen or seventeen bumped into her delirium, and if it hadn't been for the delirium's hand to help her, I was afraid that this girl would have fallen to the ground without grace.

Foolishly straightened the girl, and said softly: "Is it hurt?"

The girl got up and apologized to the two of them, and ran away again.

Seeing the girl put it away, she couldn't help but sigh a few times, and said with emotion: "Don't say it, the girls in Cold City are smart, different from Los Angeles, as if they have just come out of the bandits' den." ”

With a cold chuckle, he closed the cloak a little, so that his whole body was buried in the cloak, and only one head was exposed.

"What you said is true, if you let the people of Los Angeles hear this, I am afraid that your reputation as a thief will be reduced by a little chivalry, and a little more ruffian. ”

Hearing his partner's ridicule, he said with a straight face: "No, I've always been careful." ”

When the two were still blowing and laughing at each other, the people on the street avoided it as if they had seen a plague god, and some of the vendors did not dare to stop to pick up their things. The two looked strange, the two of them came to Cold City, and they didn't do anything terrible, how did these people run away as if they had seen a ghost.

"What a strong sword aura. ”

In the cloak, the cold and silent hands couldn't help pressing the double-strand sword on the back waist, and the delirium crossed his hands in front of his chest. The two of them turned around together, and there were no less than thirty people standing behind them, all of whom were dressed in white, and the whiteness of their white clothes overshadowed their delusion. The delusional white was a little grayer than them.

"But your enemy?" said with a smile as he bumped his shoulder.

"I also said just now, it's such a strong sword qi, but the strength of this sword qi is compared to you. Hearing this, he couldn't help but glare at Leng Buyu, and Leng Buyu didn't take a chance, and continued, "If the swordsman is divided into nine streams, then this sword qi is enough to be called the sword qi of an eighth-rate swordsman. ”

"Hehehe. There was laughter from the crowd, and it seemed that it was a thin person in his early sixties, who should be a woman. The big robe covered the whole body, and it was not known whether the figure was slender or not, and the woman said softly and coldly, "Seven-star swordsman, be silent." It is said that the swordsmanship is exquisite, and there are few opponents in the world. So let's ask the cold hall master, if you talk about opponents, what kind of person is worthy of being the opponent of the cold hall master?"

Leng Buyu took out two swords, one was as bright as a cloud, the other was as bright as a stone, it was as true as a rumor, Leng Buyu used both hands, and the black and white swords were both true and false.

"Leng asked himself about the invincible sword in the world, if you really want to say, then there is a person in Xicheng whose swordsmanship can be called first-class. There is one person in Lincheng, and his swordsmanship can be called first-class. Others, cold someone really doesn't know. ”

"Silent, Xicheng, I know you're talking about that Xisha arrogant tiger Zhongxihou, but, who are you talking about in Lincheng?

Silently smiled, inserted the black and white two swords into the soil on both sides, and then said: "The Mo family's amorous sword ruthless sword is indeed exquisite, but unfortunately, the Mo family has no great achievements in modern times, and its power is only recorded in the book, and it is not first-class. ”

"The tone is indeed not small, then let me ask the master of the cold hall, the Liufang sword of the Su family, the hermit of Los Angeles from the east with a sword, and the former city lord of Xicheng, Dugu Shaohua's younger brother Dugu Bupo, is it difficult to be considered a good hand?"

"Gong Wen is just a member of the Su family, how can a weak scholar understand swordsmanship. Donglai pretended to be a ghost with a sword, and he was not a wise person, Dugu was not broken, and he didn't know when the rumors came out, so he was involved with Xicheng. I only know that this person is opposite to me, not much, a sword. ”

"Silence, trouble. When he was silent and talking, he frowned, he still stood straight with his hands on his chest, and he didn't move, "I, it seems that I can't move." ”

"The thief who is known as the number one thief in the world steals the white shadow and has a time when someone takes the lead, which is interesting. The man tore off his veil and took off his robe, and was indeed a handsome and delicate girl.

Seeing the lineup of girls, he couldn't help but glare, and said, "Wow, aren't you the girl who hit me just now?"

"Yes, just now the young man praised you for being smart. The delirium glared at him coldly, these two people were still poor at this time, as if they didn't care about the immediate prospects, "Heroes love beauty, although you are not a hero, but everyone has a love for beauty, and you can understand it." ”

The girl covered her mouth and smiled, she was a little shy at this age, and said: "The slave family touched you when he hit you just now, and your body is full of hidden weapons. ”

He laughed out loud, smiling and bending down, patting his knees with his hands and continuing to laugh. At this time, it was the girl's turn to be stunned, she straightened her waist and stood up straight, and said with a smile: "I'm sorry, I couldn't help laughing when I heard that I was blocked." It turns out that this is how Hancheng entertains guests from afar?"