The moon is high, the old birds are asleep, and this night is destined to be long and extraordinary. In a place where there is a waterfall stream, a man with a bronze ghost face sits in a pavilion next to the waterfall.

Drinking Chutian's famous tea, listening to the crisp sound of the stream falling water, the bronze ghost-faced man enjoyed the good show of the post station not far away. Holding the folding fan in front of the table in his hand, the man under the mask chuckled, which aroused the curiosity of the good-looking woman on the side, and when she poured tea into the empty cup, she asked: "Since Childe likes these two, why don't you invite someone to sit down?"

The bronze ghost-faced man took a sip of good tea, waited for the tea to enter his lungs, and said: "Xin'er, some people are like stars twinkling at night, some people are like the sun that cannot be looked at during the day, and some people are like a sharp sword. ”

Xin'er nodded as if she didn't understand, and asked with a sweet smile, "What does that son think he looks like?"

"Me...... I'm like the bird in my room. The bronze ghost-faced man looked up at the moon, and only the dark and confused pupils on the mask could be seen. The folding fan in his hand was opened, and the man felt that the moon was not bright enough today, so he gently fanned the moon, and the moon was like a veil that was covered by a beauty, and her beauty was revealed, shocking the world. Looking down at the day-like post station below, the bronze ghost nodding and muttering to himself, "That's very good." ”

In the post station, Shen Qingwen, who thought it was over, was about to sleep well, and when his eyes were closed, he only heard the wild dog outside barking: "The kid surnamed Shen upstairs should also come down and talk." ”

This wild dog deliberately amplified the voice of Shen Zi several times, and Shen Qingwen, who was on the bed, had cold eyes, got up and put on his shoes and went downstairs to teach this wild dog a lesson. Walking on the first floor full of corpses, there was a big man squatting on the side like ashes, Shen Qingwen only felt unlucky, and after teaching the old dog outside, he would find a clean cave and sleep for a night.

Pushing open the door, the silver hair rose without wind, and Shen Qingwen under the silver glow looked lightly at the post station where only Bai Shusheng and the fisherman were left, with a shallow sneer on his face, he asked: "Which wild dog sleeps at night, and the noisy Grandpa Shen can't sleep well." ”

"The boy of the Shen family, he is so majestic. The fisherman's face was as indifferent as ever, he was not moved by Shen Qingwen's contemptuous words, he put the fishing rod in his hand on his shoulder, and he mocked: "I asked you to be careful tonight, but it's a pity that you didn't listen, no matter what, the surname Shen is really just a beast, no wonder he will suffer misfortune." ”

The smile was put away, Li Changan's eyes narrowed, and he found that something was wrong, looking at Shen Qingwen who was hiding under the silver hair, there seemed to be goosebumps on his body, and he instinctively retreated a few meters.

The coldness and killing intent intersect from the body that is neither fat nor thin, the green clothes are fluttering, and the cool breeze of the night rises, and the atmosphere is suddenly terrifying. The white clouds moved on a moonlit night, Shen Qingwen's body flashed quickly, and he punched the fisherman in front of him, like a hungry wolf in ambush in the night, and the next moment he opened his eyes that were going to kill.

The fishing man chuckled, and also met with a fist, and the two fists collided, and Shen Qingwen took a few steps back to stabilize his body. The fishing man said lightly under the moon: "Draw your sword, Shen Qingwen." ”

"You deserve it too!?" Shen Qingwen snorted coldly, his body speed doubled again, and a punch was punched, leaving only afterimages under the moon. The fishing man shook his head, with a look on his face that you are really not afraid of death, he greeted each other with his fists, without fear, and finally blasted Shen Qingwen away with one punch, fortunately, Li Changan's eyes were quick, and he picked it up in mid-air, pushed Shen Qingwen to the ground with both hands.

Stepping on the ground, Shen Qingwen shook his head, and the appearance of the fisherman was reflected in his eyes, this is a difficult bone to gnaw. With a thought in his heart, between the light dances of his silver hair, the long sword lying in the room quietly came out of the sword, scattering a little starlight, only to see the long sword break through the sky, drawing a beautiful silver arc above the dark night sky, and the sword body stood upright and floated next to Shen Qingwen.

"The technique of flying swords, such a pure true yuan, Brother Shen is really not an ordinary person. Looking at Shen Qingwen's flying sword, Li Changan felt more and more that his vision was not wrong.

Ordinary patio warriors will not and will never use this sword flying sword technique, for a while it is too wasteful of true yuan, and the second is that they do not have the ability to control the flying sword. Therefore, in the patio period, the flying sword with the imperial sword is not a fledgling, arrogant and stunned young man, it is the so-called true yuan pure and strong people.

Most of these people are people who have been strongly stimulated in the past and have a tragic past. Li Changan remembered that his master once said that this kind of person should not know whether to feel fear or sympathy.

His eyes were slightly dim, and Bai scholar Li Changan glanced at Shen Qingwen, thinking about his past.

Shen Qingwen's heart was connected to the sword, his hands were in formation, and the true yuan was about to come out. The long sword true yuan burns, the long rainbow penetrates the sun, the sword breaks through the sky, and kills the fisherman.

The fisherman looked serious, took out the fishing rod, and the true yuan on his body surged, like a stream not far away, not vast but extended. Holding the rod and lifting it lightly, there is its own true qi surging up the rod head, and the crisp sound is emanating, this fishing rod seems to be no different from the usual fishing rod, but it is actually as hard as steel.

The fishing rod collided with the long sword, startling layers of air waves, clanging, the long sword retreated, turned half a circle in the sky, and broke the air again. The fisherman's face was as usual, the fishing rod was flicked lightly, and his true qi became a silk thread, and there was a fishing trend.

Shen Qingwen's eyes narrowed, and he realized that something was wrong, so his mind moved, and he recalled the long sword. The corners of his face were sweating, looking at the fisherman who was sitting in the air, fishing for the air, and resting on the usual, Shen Qingwen would naturally scold that his brain was broken, but after entering this game, he only felt that this fisherman was unfathomable.

At this time, no water is better than water, the fisherman is still a fisherman, and he has become the so-called fish, Shen Qingwen smiled bitterly and thought, it sounds better to call Wolong. As if there was an invisible net shrouded in front of and behind him, Shen Qingwen shouted, the long sword flew into the air again, the true yuan burned, the long sword was like a meteor descending from the sky, with several rays of light in the night sky, its grandeur was so great that people who were traveling ten miles away were suspicious of whether there was a meteor, and hurriedly got out of the car to worship, hoping that they would buy and sell tomorrow.

The fisherman laughed, his face was still as light as autumn water, he turned around in a chic manner, like a blind man exploring the way, raised the head of the bamboo pole and struck it lightly on the body of the sword with a flying throat. I only heard a crisp sound, and I saw layers of true yuan ripples, and the sword seemed to lose its mind, and stopped in mid-air. The fisherman's eyes flashed, the fish had been hooked, and he should retract the rod as soon as possible. With both hands and bamboo poles together, the long sword is like a hooked fish.

Under the moonlight, I saw the long sword stuck into the ground, and Shen Qingwen's face was cold. Looking at the black and white Tai Chi faintly emerging on the ground, Shen Qingwen scolded the stinky Taoist, but he also admired that this person could practice the Tai Chi Mind Method so well. But, since he has fought to this point, he can't admit it now, this is too hurtful, this is not him Shen Qingwen.

With a snatch in the air, the sword became spiritual, and in the blink of an eye, the long sword that entered the earth was already held in Shen Qingwen's hand. The long sword was held in his hand, his momentum was not self-sufficient, and the silver hair was obediently attached to his shoulder, Shen Qingwen sighed lightly, shook his head in a chic manner, and said, "Okay, okay, I lost." ”

Li Changan was amused by it, thinking that this was him Shen Qingwen. The fishing man frowned slightly, a hint of discoloration flashed on his face, he thought that Shen Qingwen would make another move, but after thinking about it, it would be easier. He smiled slightly, and said very gracefully: "I apologize for my previous words, and today's words are compelling. The little master of my family would like to invite the two of you to go to the mountains and forests not far away. ”

"Is there such an invitation?" Shen Qingwen's face turned dark, and with a wave of his hands, the long sword flew into the house, and hung on the wall with precision and sheath. As if thinking of something, he yelled at the fisherman, "Why did you only hit me, he?"

"The little master said that you Shen Qingwen don't have to be so polite. The fisherman laughed. Shen Qingwen's face darkened again after hearing this, and he raised his feet to meet the so-called little master of the fisherman.

It's just that the two of them didn't walk a few steps before they found that Li Changan didn't follow, and the white scholar under the moonlight looked at the fishing man and asked, "Is Your Excellency's young master ......?"

"Ah, exactly. Diao Weng took a deep look at Bai Shusheng Li Chang'an, then turned his head and continued to walk forward, and when he stretched his legs, he said again, "It's the bronze ghost face, Judge Zhang Qian." ”

The words were loud, and Bai Shusheng, who had received the reply, followed in stride.

In the pavilion next to the waterfall in the mountain forest platform, Xin'er said in surprise: "That person is so powerful, he can live with Uncle Zhang so many tricks." ”

The bronze ghost face Zhang Qian touched the woman's head, and when the woman's face was red, he took a sip of good tea and said softly: "Clean up, it's time to entertain guests." ”