It will dawn.

Two strange scholars from outside Yang Village came slowly.

The older scholar had a sad face like a bitter gourd that had only been cut open, and he was carrying a strange big gourd and a package. The younger scholar has a new face and old scars, and he is also carrying a bag in a hurry.

Both of them were covered with dust, hurried and ragged, as if they had gone through a long journey.

Tao Hui leaned over to the bitter gourd Facebook student and asked, "Old man, do you smell a strange smell?"

"Strange smell!?" Liu Xingrong was stunned when he heard this, then poked his head out and sniffed around carefully, "Little friend, the old man didn't smell anything strange." ”

"Isn't it?

Peach Jacket muttered blankly, lowered his head and continued on his way.

She felt very strange in her heart, at night, the thin smoke and fog around this Yang Village were filled with a fairyland. As soon as the day dawned, the thick fog and smoke quickly faded like a tide. What's even more strange is that since she came to this Yang Village, there has always been a burst of strange smell in her nose. The closer we got to the village, the more intense the strange smell of inexplicability and unknown what it was.

After a while, the outline of the village in the distance gradually approached.

"Little friend, this Yang Village is almost here. ”

Yangcun is located at the junction of Qingzhou and Yanzhou. There are more than 100 households in the village, all of whom are surnamed Yang. Most of the people in the countryside make a living by farming, grazing and raising livestock, which is not as wide as the many people in the county. In the whole territory of Qingzhou, most of the gates and courtyards between towns, townships and villages are mud houses with gray walls and soil tiles, bamboo and straw.

"Little friend, look at this village. Liu Xingrong gushed endlessly, with a lot of interest, "Except for the size, it seems that there is not much gap with that Qingzhou County." ”

"Oh. ”

Hearing this, the peach coat emblem looked around curiously. The building of this Yang Village seems to be made of good bricks and stones, and the end is carved beams and painted buildings, and the eaves are stacked and angled, and they are splendid. At this time, it is early autumn, and the peach and plum fruit trees planted in the village are still in full bloom and have not decayed.

In the early morning, the glimmer of dawn shone on the verdant bamboo and red flowers, and the corners of the tall ridges and eaves were layered one after another. The two of them walked on this half pillar of incense, but they saw from afar that the village was already full of smoke, the rooster crowed faintly, and the old man led the cow and horse out of the village.

Just as he was about to get closer, he heard a broken drink.

"Who's coming?"

"This is?!" The shouting came suddenly, and it was full of breath like thunder, which shocked Liu Xingrong's feet and almost stumbled.

A young man with a sword suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, and he saw that he had a magnificent figure, a bronze complexion, and clear and deep facial features, like a knife carved and axe.

"Clams?!"

"I opened this mountain, I planted this tree" Seeing the scar-faced scholar in a daze, the young man smiled evilly, but the dark and deep ice eyes looked wild and uninhibited, "If you want to pass from now on, leave to buy road wealth..."

"This is..."The bitter gourd Facebook student looked at it, and a young man with a sword suddenly came out from behind the lush old trees with branches and leaves, "Little brother?"

Could it be a robber?" Liu Xingrong said in his heart. Nowadays, the world is chaotic, and there has always been no shortage of mountain bandits and bandits in Qingzhou. But in broad daylight, under the bright sky, there are even thieves who dare to blatantly commit this plunder!

"I said that if I want to live from now on, I will leave to buy the road money. ”

The sharp eyes of the handsome young man seemed to detect his thoughts, and a faint smile rippled on his elegant handsome face.

The bitter gourd Facebook student smiled: "Little brother is afraid that I will wait for fun?"

"Who's playing with you?

"What! a tael of silver?"

The bitter gourd Facebook student was shocked, this tael of silver does not seem to be much, but it is enough for ordinary country people to eat and wear for several months.

"Either take the money or go back. ”

The young man suddenly crossed his sword on his chest, and he was about to do it if he didn't agree with him.

"Why are you so unreasonable?"

Some neutral voices burst out.

The young man glanced sideways, but saw that it was the scar-faced scholar on the side who was holding grievances, and the young man sneered with a glance of his sword eyebrows.

"It has always been so regular to enter Yang Village, but what about you, an ugly person with a scarface?"

"You...!"

The peach coat emblem is angry, so scoundrel, it is really infuriating.

"Little brother, I have something to say..."

Liu Xingrong persuaded. This wilderness is unfamiliar with the place, and the background of the person who blocked the path is not clear. If there is some dependence, if you don't give in case you annoy this person, and add unnecessary trouble, as the saying goes, 'money can make the ghost grind', since money can open the way, it is better to give money...

"Little brother is also seeking wealth and not anger..."Liu Xingrong decided to settle the matter, he groped out some silver money from his arms, "Oh, little brother, take it!"

"How much is this?"

"A tael of silver. ”

The young man smiled evilly, "I'm talking about five taels." ”

"What?!"

Liu Xingrong was shocked, and he swallowed with difficulty. This is a full five taels of silver, that is, he went to the master to hire a house to pretend, swagger and deceive to do an exorcism, and he roughly earned this.

"Such a loss of conscience..."The Scarface scholar was disgruntled, bowed his head and muttered, "Aren't you afraid of dying on the streets!"

The young man seemed to have excellent ears, "What did you say, that Scarface nerd?"

"I said that if you act like this, you are not afraid of dying on the street and head?"

The Scarface scholar also seemed to be angry, picked up the firewood knife that opened the way, and gritted his teeth and beat it word by word.

Airplanes...

The long sword in his arms came out of its sheath, and the nameless young man unexpectedly pulled out the green sword in the scabbard.

Blue...

The nameless young man suddenly stabbed out with a sword and attacked the Scarface scholar. This sword seems to be unremarkable, but in fact, there are many aftermaths, and it is extremely vicious and vicious. If Scarface Scholar returns to the sword to save, he will return to the sword and stab him in the lower abdomen, if Scarface Scholar does not save him, then this sword will really stab the key point.

"Little friend, be careful!"

The Scarface scholar didn't seem to expect the nameless young man to make a sudden move, and before he could parry, the tip of the sword had already touched the door in front of him, and he exclaimed. Flashing with the cold light. The sword momentum is continuous, the sword intent is ups and downs, the sword light is rippling, and the scarface scholar is about to die on the spot in an instant.

When...

Between the lightning and flint, a firewood knife suddenly raised, as fast as thunder, like lightning, but at the moment of shock, it could hold the cyan long sword.

"You..."The nameless young man's eyes froze, as if he didn't expect the unattractive scar-faced scholar in front of him to have a stunt, and he muttered loudly: "Come again!"

Another sword stabbed rapidly, this sword was still unfazed, but the dark tide was surging.

Blue!

When...

The firewood knife and green sword are staggered from time to time and are divided by one touch, just like a white snake spitting out a letter, and like a swimming dragon. The cyan long sword was sometimes as light as a swallow, and it rose from the sword. The black wood knife is as fast as lightning at times, and the fallen leaves are scattered. In an instant, dozens of moves just passed in an instant, and the scar-faced scholar danced with a firewood knife in an airtight manner, but this nameless young man made the basic swordsmanship of swordsmanship, such as splitting, stabbing, pointing, lifting, twisting, sweeping, and flirting, so that he could perfect the fire. For a while, there was no distinction between Zhong Bo, and the scene was deadlocked.

Helplessly, the scar-faced scholar was ermerging, like a ghost. Although it is a broken wood knife, it is very strange and fast, it is so fast that it is unbelievable. Huo Di, the firewood knife was flicked one by one, the young man's sword momentum was broken, the green sword swept out of his hand and flew into the air and plunged straight into the ground, the nameless young man actually showed a declining momentum, but the broken firewood knife was instantaneous, and the angle was sharp, like the young man's head split.

Suddenly, the young man was horrified, but he stubbornly shouted.

"Good knife technique. ”

"It's swordsmanship, not swordsmanship!"

"Swordsmanship..."The nameless young man muttered, trying to parry with his sword but was unarmed. The firewood knife came in an instant, and the young man's eyes were closed, just waiting to lead his neck to death. But he never thought that a gust of wind sounded in his ears, and the broken wood knife actually passed by his face.

"Old man, let's go. ”

It was the voice he had heard sounded again, and the young man's eyes opened, but he saw two scholars already passing by.

"Hey, haven't told me yet, what's your name..."

"Looking for Kotoko..."

The voice came from afar, but the two scholars had already drifted away.

"My name is Flying Fish!

The young man was about to speak, but was abruptly interrupted by an old voice.

"Yang Yu'er..."The old man who was over seventy years old had a solemn face, but he didn't know when he came to the young man's side, "But don't break the rules of Yang Village!"

"But—" The young man seemed to want to argue with reason.

The old man had a short, stiff mustache, a pair of brown eyes sunken into his sockets, and unkempt gray hair.

"Brother, are you okay?" a beautiful girl who was not very old suddenly ran to the side of the flying fish.

"It's fine. ”

Flying Fish quickly dusted off his body.

"Why are you fighting with people again... It must be asking for money from someone again, right?"

"Heh, he is a person who does not do his job, and isn't it common to fight and rob money?"