The moon was dark and the wind was high, the stars in the sky were swallowed up by the dark clouds, the Moon Palace was eaten by the tengu and only a crescent moon remained, and the whole forest seemed to be shrouded in black, except for the flickering light of the fire on the path in the distance. The horse-drawn carriage jolted along the lonely path, which started at a village called Licun and traversed two official roads. The carriage is very exquisite, the vermilion wood paint, it can be seen that it is made of the best color Qi brown wood, the window is made of brocade paste, not ordinary paper yarn, and both sides of the carriage are carved with yellow finch mouth gold branches, this gold branch, when it is really golden, is it not made of gold? Even the car pile has a complex carving decorated with real gold, which is really rich.

The coachman who drove the horses was only clothed in a thin linen coat and a hat, and he could not see his true face through the flickering light of the fire, and he held the reins in his hand, although he drove the horses.

The curtain behind him was opened a small gap, and the people in the car looked up at the cloudy sky and sighed.

"I can't see the stars in the sky for half a decade, and I can't see the stars in the sky for half a decade, and the situation in the world is probably really as Ji Xiang said. Inside the car was an old man, staring at the celestial phenomena, muttering to himself, looking in a trance, and muttering for a long time.

"Where are we?" said the old man, who had finally come to his senses, and asked the coachman who was driving the horse.

"Ahead is the Qinghai-Tibet Mountain, and after passing over, you will reach the Yunmeng Territory. The coachman replied.

"Hmm. The old man received an answer, nodded and returned to the car.

The horses were still hurrying, the wind was still swaying, the trees were swaying with the wind, but the shadows of the trees were getting longer and longer, and the coachman stared at the shadows, and with both hands, he pulled the reins in his hands, and the horses roared in pain from the sudden tightening of their necks.

A cold light flashed, and the horse's neighing stopped abruptly, and it rolled three times to the right and fell to the ground, bright red blood splattering out of the three inches above the horse's neck and seeping into the soil. Before the horse could overturn, the driver decisively pulled out the knife at his waist and cut the rope connecting the horse to the body, and the frame that had lost its pull slid forward against the ground for a few moments, but the huge friction still shook the valuable car to pieces. The old man calmly crawled out of the rubble of the frame, patted the dust on the brocade robe, and was protected behind him by the coachman.

It was surprisingly quiet, only the wind moved, the leaves followed, and the fire in the coachman's hand moved.

There was silence for a long time, and out of the shadows of the woods came a man dressed in night clothes, covering his face, with a sword box on his back.

"Who's coming?" the coachman only showed his eyes, staring at the comer, his gray-brown loose linen clothes fat from the wind.

The visitor did not respond to him, but tapped the sword box behind him with his right hand, and two thin swords ejected from the sword box, and then jumped high, took a sword with his right hand, and struck a sword with his right elbow, and flew towards the position of the old man behind the coachman. In just a breath, the blade of the sword stopped an inch before the old man's eyebrows, and the hilt of the sword was held by the coachman with one hand, and then he threw it casually to his side, drawing the knife from his waist. The old man took the torch that was handed to him and came to his senses.

The "ding" device collided with the device with a crisp and bright sound, and the coachman took a sword handed by the other party with a long knife, and the man in black had no sword in his hand. Then he saw his right hand pulled upward, his left hand like a sword, and with a sigh of relief in his chest, five thin swords slowly came out of the sword box and floated in the air. Then with the imaginary fingers of his left hand, five swords, without warning, without hesitation, stabbed at the coachman at the same time, these five swords flew out of thin air, that is, the body of the sword, and surrounded by a faint blue light, it was not simple. The goal of every sword is a dead end, and if there is one poor defense, it is a losing situation. The man in black changed his target, he wanted to take down the coachman first.

Seeing this, the coachman took a step forward, tucked his abdomen, leaned forward, and the knife came out of his waist, picking up the vertical and horizontal three-style knife, and the knife was collected in one go, and all five swords were shot to the ground.

The man in black was stunned, and said in a suppressed voice: "Who are you, I haven't heard of you in Qi State." ”

"It's just a coachman. The coachman replied.

"If the mere coachman can block my five swords from being unsheathed, then I don't have to go down in this river and lake, just find a mountain and jump down. The man in black looked at the coachman with a hoarse voice.

"Under the surname Mo, the single name is Zhang. The coachman looked at him and replied.

"Heh, it's been a long time since I've been involved in the world?" the man in black repeated the name, and then his eyes were fierce. "I have never heard of it, and since you don't want to reveal it, you have nothing to say. Before the man in black could finish speaking, his left hand was secretly raised slightly, and the seven thin swords scattered around the coachman stabbed at the same time, targeting the old man holding the torch. The coachman was prepared, grabbed the old man's back collar with his left hand, took a big stride with his legs, and opened the way with a long knife in his right hand. Just between five breaths, a dark green long knife went straight against the blade of the thin sword in the black man's hand, and the huge force made the black man take a few steps back, at this time he had to reverse his wrist and stomp on the ground with his right foot before he unloaded the power of the dark green long knife and stopped the backward force. He gritted his teeth, but the owner of the dark green long knife did not take advantage of his unloading force to pursue again, but instead stood sideways with his knife, and the old man had already been put down. The man in black saw through the firelight a playful look in his hat.

The man in black felt fear, and at such a fast speed, fortunately he had a sword hidden in his sleeve to carry this sword. And it wasn't until just now, so the person came with the old man's fierce attack, and through the fire in the old man's hand, he recognized who this person was, or rather, he recognized the knife-Ming ghost.

"Nanxia, you are Nanxia!" the man in black shouted in a panic, he wanted to retreat, looking at the dark green long knife, but he didn't dare.

"My name is Mo Zhang. The coachman opened his mouth, as if in denial, but he didn't say anything.

"Who sent you?" asked the old man, handing the torch in his hand to the coachman, frowning.

The man in black kept his mouth closed and said nothing.

"Huh?" Seeing that the other party did not reply, the old man raised his voice.

The old man's words of inquiry again made the man in black sigh, he suddenly took out a few black projectiles from his waist, threw them at the old man, and took advantage of the moment when the coachman resisted the old man, cast a retreat and retreated.

With a "bang", the black projectile collided with the blade of the dark green long knife, and a large amount of smoke and dust was released, and at the same time, the man in black only felt a heat in his neck, and a large amount of hot blood spurted out from a long and terrifying knife on his neck. He sat on his knees as he clutched the gushing knife with his hands on his fingers, watching the figure that gradually became clear as the smoke cleared, he wanted to speak, but he couldn't even breathe. His eyes blurred, his eyes became dull, and he died in a few moments.

"Let's go. ”

It was the last voice he heard.