In the cold winter, it has snowed heavily in Yuzhou, covering the mountains and fields, and it is covered in silver. Two fast horses came out of Chivalry Village from the north, and the two of them were Zhang Yongjie and the sick cat.

Zhang Yongjie held a blood-drinking sword in his hand, chased the wind horse under his crotch, and stepped on the horse and the rivers and lakes. This wind-chasing horse is indeed as its name, galloping, how can ordinary horses compare? It was only a few tens of miles, and the sick cat was left far behind.

Zhang Yongjie waited for the horse, his eyes fixed on the woods in front of him, and suddenly anger rose from the bottom of his heart, clenching his fists. I really couldn't suppress the anger in my chest, and with a long roar, the snowflakes beside me suddenly flew with the wind.

After a while, the sick cat caught up and looked at Zhang Yongjie's gaze. And behold, in the midst of the woods, the scribe whose surname was white that day, was lying on the ground. It looks like he's been dead for a day or two.

The sick cat stepped forward to check and saw that the mortal wound of the scribe surnamed Bai was on the neck, a deep and short sword wound. At that moment, he shook his head again and again, and said, "Qingfeng Sword Xu Qingfeng." ”

Zhang Yongjie didn't know any Qingfeng Sword Xu Qingfeng, and asked, "You mean that the murderer is 'Qingfeng Sword' Xu Qingfeng?"

The sick cat nodded, pointed to the wound and said, "This sword wound has a small fork, it must be done by the Qingfeng Sword." The sick cat pondered for a moment and then added: "Whoever has a little name in the world, there must be a record in the cave." ”

Zhang Yongjie no longer doubted when he heard this, thinking that the black ghost cave was a place to cultivate killers, so he naturally investigated the target person. He asked, "I don't know brother, do you know the ghost fox?"

The sick cat shook his head and said: "I've heard of it, but the killers of our cave only know the code name between each group, and they don't know the real person, and the people outside the group don't cross paths on weekdays." ”

Zhang Yongjie knew that this black ghost cave was very mysterious, so he didn't ask at the moment, looked at the scribe surnamed Bai in front of him, and said guiltily: "That day, this scribe surnamed Bai just hinted that we went north, and we were killed, and I think it was also because of me." Speaking of this, I felt a lot of guilt in my heart, and at that moment, together with the sick cat, the two of them buried the scribe surnamed Bai on the spot.

The sick cat muttered, "Not many people know about the events of that day. ”

Zhang Yongjie woke up suddenly and said: "On that day, the scribe surnamed Bai would rather die than reveal the secret, presumably because he was extremely afraid of someone present at the time. ”

The sick cat thought for a moment and said suspiciously: "Yuan Cao?"

Zhang Yongjie remembered that the five of them were drunk inexplicably that day, and after sleeping all night, he still felt dizzy, and immediately asserted: "There must be something wrong with this Yuan Cao." ”

Zhang Yongjie thought about it again, if there was really something wrong with Yuan Cao, why didn't he just poison himself to death? How did others know about these things? After he suspected Situ Xiongwu and the others last time, he knew how suspicious he really was, and he didn't dare to speculate at the moment.

Zhang Yongjie diverted the topic and said: "This scribe surnamed Bai just revealed a little information, and he was killed, if we can find this Qingfeng Sword, we must ask clearly." ”

The sick cat pointed to the shallow footsteps in the snow in front of him and said: "There is a way, this path is inaccessible, and this footstep mark must have been left by Xu Qingfeng." This Xu Qingfeng's cultivation is not high, and there is no trace of stepping on the snow, and he doesn't have that ability yet. ”

At that moment, the two of them did not hesitate, and immediately looked for the traces of footsteps and chased all the way. A blank field of snow, the trail of footsteps had been interrupted, and it was no longer possible to discern the direction.

The two looked around, and the sick cat was at a loss, and said, "What can I do now?"

Zhang Yongjie closed his eyes and pondered for a moment, then said: "Xu Qingfeng must be under his feet, let's dig up the snow quickly." ”

At that moment, the two of them dug up the snow, and sure enough, a person appeared, and the sick cat looked closely, and that person was Xu Qingfeng. After all, the blade of the Qingfeng Sword has thorns, and it is very easy to recognize. Looking through the wound, I saw that there were scimitar marks on the lower back. I think it was a person who stabbed him in the back and buried it on the spot.

Zhang Yongjie said: "There was only one person in the snow before, which means that Xu Qingfeng was walking alone and suddenly encountered the murderer, but I don't know who the murderer is?"

The sick cat groaned: "Use a scimitar, scimitar Yan Peng or scimitar Yan Shixiong? These two have always stayed in Longnan, although they are cousins, they both like to go alone, why did they suddenly come to Shudi?"

Zhang Yongjie misses in his heart, and the strange things at the moment must be related to his inexplicable popularity. Although the feeling of being sought after is only a little bit better than being framed, I always feel that there is an invisible black hand behind the scenes, teasing myself, and I am always unhappy in my heart. He immediately said: "Then let's find this surnamed Yan and ask him clearly." ”

The sick cat buried the 'Qingfeng Sword' Xu Qingfeng on the spot, and when he heard Zhang Yongjie say this, he hesitated: "How to find it now?"

Yes, this scimitar Yan Peng or Yan Shixiong did not leave footprints, and the clues have been interrupted. Zhang Yongjie closed his eyes and pondered, and then said: "Brother Sick Cat, as far as you know, how is the kung fu of the two of them?"

The sick cat asserted: "The two of them are better under the scimitar." ”

Zhang Yongjie said: "Then what if it were you and didn't leave footprints in the snow?"

The sick cat already understood the meaning of this, and immediately jumped on the branch next to him. Although the effort was not successful, there was no problem in climbing the branches. The sick cat stood on the branch of the roadside, looked around, and then shouted: "Brother Zhang, wait a minute, I'll come when I go." ”

The woods are not dense, and in some places they are interrupted and separated by great distances. Even if a person who wields a scimitar escapes from a branch, he will fall to the ground. It was with this line of thought that the sick cat probed around for a while, and sure enough, not far from the north, he once again found the traces of footsteps, and was immediately overjoyed, and hurriedly returned to inform Zhang Yongjie.

The sick cat said: "Brother Zhang, let's chase after it." ”

Zhang Yongjie closed his eyes and pondered, and then said, "We don't have to chase. ”

The sick cat Ziqi said: "Why don't you chase it?" Whether it is Yan Peng or Yan Shixiong, they are definitely not brothers' opponents, so if you capture him, you are not afraid that he will not say anything." ”

Zhang Yongjie smiled bitterly: "I'm afraid that if we continue to chase, when we find this person who uses a scimitar, he is already a dead man." ”

Sure enough, the two went all the way north, and within a long time, they met a dead Yan Peng with a scimitar beside him. The blood had not yet fully coagulated, as if he had just died.

The difference is that the body of this scimitar Yan Peng was directly exposed in the wilderness, and it seemed that it was deliberately shown to Zhang Yongjie and them.

The sick cat was about to come forward to investigate, and Zhang Yongjie hurriedly said: "Brother sick cat, we don't have to pursue it anymore, let's just bury this scimitar Yan Peng." If you can find out who killed you, you're going to die again. ”

The sick cat was completely confused, and said, "Why did Xu Qingfeng and Yan Peng die? Why did they kill people?"

Zhang Yongjie said: "It's just the reason why some people don't want us to know why the storytellers in the world always tout about me." ”

The sick cat nodded and said: "Yes, let's track it down all the way, one is higher than the other's martial arts, and in the end, that person's martial arts must have reached the peak, not only do we have no way to take him, but there will be a disaster of killing." ”

Zhang Yongjie shook his head and said: "I don't think there will be a disaster of killing, if this group of people wants to kill me, they can start directly like the bronze Dao people, why do they have to go to such great lengths?"