Feiyun Valley is the entrenchment of the Ji clan, the first family of martial arts, and any scattered people or robbers and robbers know a tacit rule - you can't kill people within a hundred miles of Feiyun Valley, otherwise you will be the enemy of the Ji family.

And at this moment, in the valley only a mountain away from Feiyun Valley, the white-faced man who had just killed a Ji Clan's guard was galloping wildly against the wind and snow. He had to run faster, because he and his accomplices had just killed the Ji Clan's guards when they were caught off guard by an old man and a young man who came from nowhere. Although I don't know who the other party is, one thing is certain, that is, I came to kill him.

The snow was falling heavier and heavier, and the white-faced man fled out of the valley on horseback without looking back. After escaping to the exit of the valley in one breath, he turned his head to look at the vast snow, and after confirming that the mysterious brocade-clothed young man just now did not follow, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

It was only when he turned around and wanted to run for his life that he found that a carriage had come not far from him. The snow obscured the view, and it was only when the carriage came closer that he gradually saw the figure of the person driving outside the carriage.

It was a man dressed in a fox fur and holding a wine gourd in his hand, leaning against the door of the carriage.

The snow was getting lighter, but the white-faced man stood still, looking at the man in the carriage.

The man with the gourd in his hand was also looking at him.

The white-faced man didn't have time to waste precious time escaping, but he couldn't run over the other party's carriage. The exit was so narrow that only one carriage could pass through, and the carriage was parked at the entrance!

The white-faced man frowned, and finally couldn't hold his breath and spoke first. His voice was hoarse, as if it had been squeezed out of a dry throat.

"What people!"

Sybil looked at the other hand, it was a pair of coolie hands. Because on the handle of the knife, which is tightly held, is a hand with thick fingers and protruding joints, and only when you carry heavy objects all year round will the hand become like this.

At the same time, the hands were clean, and the nails on them were unusually flat and free of any dirt.

Sybil knows that the other party is a person who respects weapons, and only people who truly respect weapons will have such a pair of clean hands - those who respect weapons will not be bad in martial arts.

Sybil smiled, and he picked up the gourd and took a sip of wine.

"I, surnamed West. ”

The white-faced man was already a little impatient.

"Name!"

"Bill. ”

West Lake water, a sword pavilion, Gongzi Bill's sword. It is the world's number one swordsman who is spread on the rivers and lakes. The white-faced man was stunned for a while, as if he didn't believe it.

It's not that he doesn't believe that the number one swordsman in the world is actually a drunkard, nor does he not believe that the other party's age of twenty-five or sixteen is similar to his own.

He didn't believe it because he didn't see the sword—the Neon Sword.

The white-faced man didn't answer, and quietly pulled out the straight knife in his hand an inch from the scabbard!

Sybil looked in his eyes and said.

"You can't beat me. ”

The white-faced man didn't speak, just stared at Sybil with a pair of cold eyes.

Unconvinced and full of murderous gaze, it will always be admirable. Sybil laughed again, and continued after backing the carriage a few distances out of the way.

"Flee for your life, seek death, draw your sword. ”

The killing intent in the white-faced man's eyes gradually faded, but he still had some doubts. If he is really the number one swordsman in the world, will he easily retreat and let him pass?

Sybil seemed to see through his thoughts, and wrapped the fox fur on his body slightly.

"In this kind of weather, there are only two kinds of people who are still outside. One is the one who comes out to kill people. ”

Sybil saw that the other party gently inserted the drawn knife back into the scabbard, and continued.

"There is also a kind of people who come out to find women. ”

The white-faced man laughed for the first time, and sneered in his dry voice.

"Rumor has it that Childe Bill is single-minded. For the sake of his late sweetheart, he once refused the marriage of the Ji family, the first family of martial arts! Now it seems that this is not the case. ”

Sybil shook the wine gourd in his hand, stared at the other party and said.

"You'd better run away. Because the person who looks for a woman and the person who kills someone is sometimes the same kind of person. ”

The white-faced man was silent, tightened the reins in his hand, clamped the horse's belly with his legs, and walked straight to the exit.

Wait for the white-faced man to walk out of the valley and pass by Sybil. I heard the white-faced man suddenly say in a deep voice.

"Remember my name. It will be the name of the person who will kill you in the future. ”

Good name, Jiangtian is colorless and dustless, and the lonely moon wheel in the bright sky. Sybil replied.

"I want to know your knife more than your name. Sybil paused, then said, "Killing me is nothing more than fame, and it is easier to be famous with a knife than a person." ”

Ye Wuchen had already run away from the exit, and in addition to his back, there was also the three-foot-long straight knife-Zhiyue.

Sybil didn't look back at the other man's back, though he cared about the name of the knife. But what he cares more about is the little cute person who has been lurking in the rivers and lakes for three consecutive years and constantly searching for information-Xi Li'er.

He needs to be told by the naughty and cute Siria. Three years ago, who killed the woman he loved.

Sybil eagerly drove the carriage, and soon came to the valley where the road was blocked by wood.

By this time, the snow had stopped, and the corpses on the ground were covered by the snow, and only bulging snow packs could be seen. Ah Yu was standing on a snow bag in front of the carriage of the Zhou couple, laboriously dragging the ring-headed knife with palm prints. Seeing that Sybil had arrived, he hurriedly stomped the snow under his feet with his foot.

Seeing this, Sybil asked him.

"Where's Siber?"

Ah Yu sneered and pointed to the carriage of the Zhou couple.

"Teach Sister Li'er a lesson inside!"

Sybil was just about to get out of the car and ask about it, when he suddenly saw a cyan figure thrown out, slammed into the snow and made a loud noise. The voice is very soft and crisp, so that people can know that it is a woman's voice as soon as they hear it.

I saw the woman in Tsing Yi getting up from the snow in pain, muttering words in her mouth. It's like saying that it's none of my business, the couple committed suicide on their own.

It turned out that the woman in Tsing Yi who was thrown out of the carriage was the female robber nicknamed the female mantis. It's just that why did the Zhou couple in the carriage commit suicide? Why did Xibo, who was blind, throw her out with an iron face?

Sybil was puzzled, and Ah Yu was puzzled. Because when the mother mantis got up from the snow, she didn't explain it to them first. Instead, he stared at Sybil with bright eyes, and then like a red-eyed rabbit, he threw himself into Sybil's arms.

The female mantis was very petite, and although she was a head shorter than Sybil, she almost fell when she hit it. Especially on the thin and delicate upper body, the two bulging wooden fish pressed tightly against Sybil's body, so that Ah Yu on the side hurriedly covered his eyes.

Sybil seemed to be helplessly hugged by her, and then raised his hand to gently stroke her hair.

"Thank you, Li'er. "It turns out that the robber nicknamed the female mantis is the Sierel that Sybil is desperately looking for.

After hearing this, Xi Li'er's petite body trembled violently, and her whole body began to tremble. It's like a little animal that has been wronged outside, and finally found its owner. At this time, she buried her whole face in Sybil's chest, and she wanted to rub it into his body.

I only heard a voice as light as a goose feather, faintly coming from the mouth of Xi Li'er.

"I miss you so much......"

After a period of pacification, the two sat side by side in the carriage, driven by Ah Yu, and Xibo cleared the messy wood that closed the road.

Only then did Sybil learn from Xilian'er why someone would dare to rob the Ji character token in such a close realm to Feiyun Valley. And why did the Zhou couple choose to commit suicide after they already knew that Xi Li'er's true identity was not a robber.

Sybil took off the fox fur on his body, draped it over Silier beside him, and said with a frown.

"The robbers who intercepted and killed the Zhou family were commissioned by the new sect master of the Ji family?"

Xi Li'er nodded and replied.

That's why the couple chose to commit suicide. They knew that even if I saved them, they wouldn't be able to escape. ”

Sybil said again.

"Why does the new sect master have to get rid of the Zhou couple?"

Siriel stopped talking, just staring at Sybil with her seductive eyes. Fu lowered his head again and snuggled up to Sybil's shoulder.

There was no need for Siliel to go on, because Sybil would soon realize what the real reason was.

"The eldest lady of the first family of martial arts, the only daughter of the previous Ji clan sect master... Ji Caiyin. ”

Once a son of heaven and a courtier, not to mention the only daughter left by the previous suzerain.

Sybil frowned, and subconsciously picked up the wine gourd in his hand and wanted to take a sip of wine, but suddenly realized that the gourd was already empty, and couldn't help but feel sorry. It's just that no one knows whether he is lamenting that he has drunk all the wine, or whether he is lamenting the dark strife in the famous family.

Si Li'er looked at his regretful expression and laughed out loud. She knew him so well that she would often carry a small bag of wine made of cowhide with her.

Seeing that Silier's face was not red and her heart was not beating, she took out a small cowhide bag from her chest and handed it to Sybil. Then he said with some hesitation.

"Childe, before they kill themselves, they have something to say for me to bring to you... Please be sure to save Ji Caiyin. ”

Sybil took the cowhide bag with the body temperature in his hand, and turned his face away with some embarrassment, as much as possible not to look at the open collar.

"Needless to say, I will save her if it makes sense. ”

When he refused to marry, he was ashamed of the eldest lady of the Ji family. And Xi Li'er also said in the conversation just now that this eldest lady of the Ji family may know some very important information about the death of his deceased wife.

Sybil opened the fragrant cowhide bag, and the wine was still warm, the heat of Cilier's body. Sybil raised his head and took a sip of wine, looked at the snow passing backwards from the window of the carriage, and said lightly.

"Li'er, you should be called brother, not childe. ”

didn't think about it, as soon as Sybil finished saying this, his shoulder was tightly bitten by the other party's charming little mouth. As if a little puzzled, Xi Li'er bit and pinched his waist with her fingers.

It's just that he didn't see any reaction from Sybil for a long time, so he shouted in annoyance.

"Li'er's brother died three years ago! You're a childe!"

Sybil stopped talking, just quietly looking out the window.

He knows. There is only one kind of person who uses the name of the deceased - the living.

It's nonsense, but it's not nonsense.

Because it was not only Xili'er's brother who died three years ago, but also a dead name. Sybil who is alive at the moment, the original name.

At night, the lights are on and bustling.

Sybil and his party walked out of the muddy valley covered in snow and came to a seemingly large town. The reason why it seems to be big is because although this town is big, the people in the town are all relatives of the Ji family.

If all the people in a town know each other, then even the largest town will become smaller.

Like Feiyun Valley, this town built outside Feiyun Valley is naturally called Feiyun Town.

Because the people in this town know each other, and there is only one inn in the town, if an outsider enters, they will be the first to be discovered.

The name of the inn is only two words, unloading. As the name suggests, whether it is a person who enters the inn or a person who goes to Feiyun Valley, he must unload his blade here.

As soon as Sybil and his party entered the inn, the shopkeeper immediately greeted them with a smiling face.

Sybil gestured slightly towards the shopkeeper and spoke.

"Trouble the shopkeeper, three upper rooms. ”

After speaking, he glanced at Xi Li'er and motioned for her to take out her weapon and hand it to the other party. Then he continued.

"Unless it is a provocation, although we have two blades, we can only hand over one. I hope I can be accommodating. ”

The shopkeeper was still smiling, first at the stainless steel dagger handed out by Sier, and then at the jet-black wooden box that Siber was carrying behind him. Quite embarrassed, he didn't reach out to take Xi Li'er's dagger.

Sybil had no intention of embarrassing the shopkeeper, and he also knew the rules here, and he was not allowed to enter the store without handing over his sword. Since the other party was so insistent, he had no choice but to compromise. Who knows, he just wanted Xibo to send the jet-black wooden box together, when he saw the shopkeeper wave his hand and speak.

"Our store will not accept swords tonight, and the guest officer can bring it by himself. ”

Sybil was surprised when he heard this, and he didn't expect that the rules of this inn had changed.

The shopkeeper seemed to know what he was thinking, and continued.

"Although I don't take the blade, there is one thing that needs to be told in advance. The hotel is not peaceful tonight, and the guest officer will be injured or killed during his stay in the hotel, and the hotel will not care. If the guest officer's martial arts are not good, it is recommended to find another residence. ”

It is not a loss to be the shopkeeper of the famous Blade Dumping Inn, and he is neither humble nor arrogant after saying a word, and he always has a smile on his face.

Sybil laughed too, and only replied with three words.

"Please lead the way. ”

The whole inn has two floors, the lobby on the first floor is used for dining, and the guest rooms on the second floor are used for people. I don't know if it's because the shopkeeper's sentence is not peaceful tonight, in short, there are not many people in the store. Including Sybil's group of four, there are only ten people.

The shopkeeper led the way, and except for Sybil, Ah Yu Siber and Silier had already gone up to the second floor.

Sybil sat in the corner of the lobby and asked for a pot of hot wine and a stack of peanuts. Then he gently placed the jet-black wooden box that Siber had handed him before going upstairs on the table.

There were also two groups of people in the lobby, one group of four young men dressed in the same clothes. There were four swords on their table, and the scabbards of all four swords were engraved with the same pattern, which belonged to the pattern of the Diancang faction.

The other group sat at a table ten paces away from the four young men. It was an old man in his sixties with a little girl about ten years old.

The little girl wore two loose ponytails behind her little head, and wore a new emerald green dress with a hairtie of emerald green precious satin. And the old man sitting opposite the little girl was wearing a shabby cotton jacket full of patches, which made people look awkward.

There were no weapons or dishes on their table, only a dirty apple.

Fruits are expensive in winter, especially apples.

The little girl pouted and looked at the dirty apple with an aggrieved face, looking cute like a porcelain doll. But what she said was not at all cute, even terrifying.

"Master, kill them!"

The old man looked at her kindly, as if he was completely unaware of what a terrible thing it was for a little girl to say such a thing.

"Why kill them?"

"Because they caused me to drop the apple on the ground!"

The old man is still calm.

"Just because of an apple?"

The little girl's little head tapped twice, and the old man then asked.

"What if they accidentally touch someone else's apple?

"No, I don't. ”

"Why?"

"For sin is not unto death!"

The old man laughed, laughing happily. It's like seeing a little granddaughter who has just been born and finally learned to call grandpa.

"Then if the master touches your apple, will he also be killed?"

This time the little girl did not nod immediately, but hesitated for a while, and then shook her head reluctantly.

"Why? Because I'm your master?"

After hearing this, the little girl pursed her cute little mouth harder.

"Because I can't beat you. ”

"If you beat the master, will you kill the master because of an apple?"

"Yes!"

The little girl said very firmly. The old man smiled even happier, this time not only did the little granddaughter learn to call grandpa, but also learned to walk and run.

Sybil drank quietly, and although he was silent on the surface, he was very surprised by the little girl's words in his heart.

And the four gorgeously dressed disciples of the Diancang Sect, after hearing what the little girl said, they all blushed with anger.

No one had ever dared to speak to the disciples of the Cang Sect like this, if it weren't for the rule that you can't mess around and kill people in Feiyun Valley. They had already drawn their swords from the table and killed the little girl with a single sword.

The little girl wanted to urge the old man to do it, but she heard the old man say a few words to her in a low voice.

Sybil wondered what the old man had said. For when the little girl had heard what the old man had said, she immediately got up and ran towards him.

I saw the little girl happily running to the corner where Sybil was sitting, and said to him with an innocent face.

"My master asked me to lend you two things!"

Sybil asked, taking a sip of the wine from the bowl.

"Which two?"

"A bowl of wine and a sword. ”

Sybil smiled.

"I do have wine. But how do you know I have a sword?"

"Because you don't have calluses on your hands, and they're exceptionally clean. As clean as my master's hands. ”

The calloused hand is the one who holds the knife, because it takes strength to cut things. Swords, on the other hand, do not require so much strength, but rely more on superb skills.

The little girl is smart, but Sybil is not stupid.

"If there is a loan and there is a return, it is called borrowing, and your master is afraid that there is a loan and no return. ”

The little girl burst out laughing, as if someone had known the secret.

"Then you just agreed?"

Sybil didn't speak, picked up an unused bowl from the table, lifted the flask and poured a full bowl of wine, and then pushed the black wooden box on the table outward.

The little girl was very happy to see this, and first brought the wine over, and then ran back to take the black wooden box.

The old man looked at the wine and the jet-black wooden box on the table, and slowly raised the hands that had been hidden under the table, which were particularly clean and calloused hands.

But not with Sybil's hand.

The old man's hands had already been neatly shaved off their thumbs, and they were hands that could no longer hold a sword.