Zhang Shaoyang didn't quite understand what Yao Sanming meant, but there was a gong sound outside the courtyard, and a county official shouted: "Tolerance is to do things, idlers retreat." ”

Then came the messy, short sound of horses' hooves, which passed away with the sound of tolerance.

"This is the return of the sons and daughters of Tang Yuanwai, all of whom are big names in the capital. The two followed the voice, and it turned out that Yin Ping'er had finished the work of the urn workshop and came to the courtyard at this time.

"Sister Ping'er is done?" Zhang Shaoyang was overjoyed, for this white-clothed sister Shengxue, Zhang Shaoyang felt close in his heart.

"It's nothing more than dozens of wine urns, the embryos are pinched out, and then it's time for the fire, I just took care of it for a while, and I didn't think anything would go wrong, so I thought to see if you were asleep, and I didn't want to meet you here. Yin Ping'er smiled softly.

"Sister Ping'er just said that the children of the Tang family are back, could it be that in addition to Tang Mingde, there are other heirs in the Tang family?"

"Well, in addition to Tang Mingde, Tang Yuan also has a son and a daughter, the son is named Tang Mingli, who is a waiter in the Ministry of Rites in the capital, and the official worships the five products, and the daughter is named Tang Minglan, married to a big official in the capital as a concubine, I heard that in recent years, he has been deeply favored, and because of this, the Tang family can be rampant and domineering in Miyang, and ordinary people dare not provoke them. ”

When Zhang Shaoyang heard this, he was a little worried in his heart: "Sister Ping'er, since the Tang family is so powerful, you have a fight with Tang Mingde for us tonight, will it cause you trouble?"

Yin Ping'er smiled knowingly: "That Tang Mingde is insidious, if my sister tells you that there is no trouble, it will naturally be impossible, but my sister is not afraid of him, how presumptuous he dares to be!"

"It's still a little cold at night, you rest early, tomorrow I have to go out of the city to carry some dirt back, and then I still wronged you to get into the mud urn." ”

Yao Sanming got up to say goodbye and went back to the room, leaving only Zhang Shaoyang and Yin Ping'er in the courtyard.

"Sister Ping'er, Shaoyang doesn't understand why you would help a passer-by who met in Pingshui?" Zhang Shaoyang hesitated for a long time, but finally asked.

Yin Ping'er seemed to have expected Zhang Shaoyang to ask this question, and covered her red lips with her hands and laughed softly: "Because my sister thinks that compared to that Tang Mingde, you must be a good person." ”

"It's as simple as that?"

"Otherwise, could it be that my sister will take a fancy to a little guy like you?" Yin Ping'er said jokingly.

Zhang Shaoyang's face suddenly turned embarrassed: "Sister Ping'er said that I didn't mean that." ”

"Sister understands, sister doesn't know what grievances there are between you and Tang Mingde, but the person who offends him will not end well in the end, and my sister looks at you very pleasing to the eye, so I don't want to sit idly by, you can leave quickly tomorrow, don't come here." ”

"Good!"

Seeing Zhang Shaoyang's crisp answer, Yin Ping'er, who was still smiling, suddenly became a little sad: "You can all say go, but for me, this Yang is a solid cage, and it will be my grave in the future." ”

Zhang Shaoyang looked at Yin Ping'er, even if the face was facing the moonlight, it was still hazy, and he couldn't see it really.

......

The white moonlight shone on the extremely empty northwest road, and the occasional low tree growing in the bare ground was like a demon in the dark night with its teeth and claws, and sometimes there were one or two unknown cries, which added a touch of weirdness to the night.

A thin figure staggered on the official road, with a bright moon as big as a disc in front of him, and a shadow that had been dragged out of shape behind him.

Suddenly, a cold wind blew in his face, bringing up his clothes, making a 'bang' sound, the figure stopped, stood in the wind, and then he looked up at the sky with difficulty, tonight's moon is really big, the only big one in his life.

Wu Sanqi spat out a mouthful of saliva, spit out the mud and sand that the wind blew into his mouth, and then his eyes secretly glanced around, empty, not angry at all.

Wu Sanqi sighed loudly, as if in order to strengthen his courage, he touched the burden on his back, in fact, it was not a burden, it was just a rotten cloth tied at will, and there was nothing else in it except the two steamed buns that he had come to ask for in recent days, he originally wanted to touch half a steamed bun to fill his hunger, but inadvertently Wu Sanqi touched a cold thing, and the corners of his mouth were suddenly soaked in a smile, and then found a decent stone to sit down, and then took off the thing behind him and put it horizontally in the palm of his hand.

A long sword lay quietly in his hand.

Wu Sanqi gently pulled out the sword, and suddenly a white brilliance flowed on the sword body, which looked even more mysterious under the snow-white moonlight.

Wu Sanqi's face was obsessed for a moment, and then he touched the exquisite lines on the sword with his fingers, but in his heart he wondered, why did the sword immortal senior give him this sword?

Wu Sanqi has always felt like a joke, he didn't even have a name before he was five years old, and others called him 'Hey', not because of anything else, just because Wu Sanqi's father wouldn't take it himself, if he found a private school to get it, it would cost a few pennies, and his father didn't think it was worth it.

So Wu Sanqi has no name, and after he was five years old, his father didn't know where he heard a smooth sentence, 'no matter what Sanqi Twenty-One', he thought that Lao Tzu just didn't want to care, so he just took a 'Sanqi'?

So Wu Sanqi has a name, but his father doesn't care about him, I don't know how many silver bought him to the workshop as a coolie, the young Wu Sanqi was often beaten, and then his brain was hot and ran away at night, this run, even if he completely stepped into the vast sea of people, Wu Sanqi didn't know how many times he was almost starved to death, how many times he was almost sick to death, how many times he was bitten to death by grabbing food with wild dogs, in short, he came back to life, and he grew so big.

It's not easy, so I went to the temple to burn incense and kowtow to thank the Bodhisattva for blessing, but unfortunately Wu Sanqi couldn't afford to buy incense, so he had to give up.

I don't know when Wu Sanqi fell in love with the rivers and lakes, and listened to passers-by boast that there was a Qingniu swordsman in Jiangnan Province who was on the sword list when he was a teenager?

What is the sword list? Is it a sword seller? What does a green bull swordsman do? Kill a cow? It sounds quite spirited.

Later, I learned that the sword list is not a sword seller, the Qingniu swordsman is not a cattle killer, and the rivers and lakes are not the rivers and lakes of the rivers and lakes, but the world of fighting swords and enmity.

There is a Yao Sanming on the rivers and lakes, very powerful!

I've heard that no one can beat him in a fight!

Wu Sanqi heard it, this is okay, I will become a person like Yao Jianxian in the future, so that I don't have to worry about fighting with people, and I am not afraid of being bitten if I grab food with wild dogs.

Later, I heard that if you want to become a character like Yao Jianxian, you must first have a sword.

Wu Sanqi has used any sword, but he has never used a serious sword, like a branch that looks like a sword, tied to the belt of his trousers for a year, and then he fought with other beggars and broke it, but Wu Sanqi felt distressed for a while, and then found a bamboo to make a sword, and it cracked after a long time.

It wasn't until later that he met a kind carpenter who carved a wooden sword for him out of leftover wood, and Wu Sanqi kowtowed to the carpenter three times because of this sword.

Where did the wooden sword go? Probably last year when he was about to freeze to death, he used it to keep warm? Wu Sanqi didn't quite remember, the wooden sword was the most beautiful, but it was also the most useless, he had never fought in his hand, for fear that it would be broken by accident.

After wandering for more than ten years, Wu Sanqi called himself 'half a Jianghu person', and Jianghu people should always have a real sword, right? So he went to the world's sword furnace to ask for a sword.

Everything was so unexpected, not only did he ask for a sword, but he also had the best Bailu sword in the world, and he still gave the sword to the sword immortal predecessor who had always respected the immortals.

Wu Sanqi closed his eyes and felt the slightest coolness on the sword, he felt a little unreal, but everything happened so real, heh, Wu Sanqi opened his eyes, and there was a trace of weird blood red on the white dew sword that was originally glowing with white light.

Wu Sanqi looked up in amazement, the extremely round moon was covered with a bright red light veil at some point, and there seemed to be a string of blood boiling on the moon.

Under the moon, a man who did not know men and women was standing, and the wind blew a long veil and floated out for an unknown number of feet.

Wu Sanqi felt a chill in his body, and his fingers touching Bai Lu's sword couldn't help but tremble slightly, and the sharp blade ruthlessly opened a hole in his fingers, and the blood rolled down the blade and fell into the dry soil.

"Who are you?" Wu Sanqi Huo Ran drew his sword, the people who haunt this night are either people or ghosts, people are bad people, ghosts are evil ghosts, as for him, let's count him as a bad person!

After all, I have eaten a lot of other people's things.

The guy who didn't know if it was a person or a ghost gradually approached, the sword in Wu Sanqi's hand became tighter and tighter, I don't know if it was the blood on his fingers or the sweat on his palm, it was sticky with the hilt of the sword, he slowly retreated backwards, until he retreated to a mound, Wu Sanqi kicked out without thinking about raising his foot, and suddenly there was a burst of smoke and dust.

Wu Sanqi ran away, who would not want to die? The sudden appearance of such a living creature in such a deserted place must not have been kind to him, but he only turned his mind to leave, and suddenly felt a cold breath rushing from behind, and as soon as his front feet were raised, he felt a strong suction force pulling him back.

"It's over!" Wu Sanqi shouted, and thrust the Bai Lu Sword in his hand into the dirt, and then grabbed the hilt of the Bai Lu Sword tightly with both hands so that he would not be sucked back.

But at this moment, the red-clothed monster strode forward, and the light veil on its body squirmed wildly, like a monster's tentacles looking for prey at night.

At this moment, suddenly a sword slashed from the front!

That sword qi seemed to come from eight hundred miles away, flying sand and rocks all the way, wrapped in an unimaginable force, from far and near, sticking to Wu Sanqi's head and rushing towards the red shadow behind him.

The night seemed to be split in half by the sword.

"Hmph. The red shadow finally stopped, and fell lightly towards the sword qi, and the sword qi instantly collapsed, and then she strode forward and swept straight towards Wu Sanqi.

"Boom", a few black shadows suddenly fell under the moonlight, blocking Wu Sanqi and the red-clothed monster, and for a few breaths, the world was peaceful.