For thousands of years, reckless and reckless, where is the starting point, where is the way back? The rivers and lakes are hot, the heroes are sad, the gentleman is frank, what does it matter if he lives or dies?

There is a mountain named "Zhongnan" at the northern foot of the Qinling Mountains, and there is a county named "Zhongnan" ten miles north of Zhongnan Mountain, and this county is named after this mountain.

By the time the first rays of the morning sun hit the town, several shops were already open. The streets are sparsely populated with pedestrians walking in a hurry, all of them visiting and doing business.

A hurried sound of horses' hooves broke the silence of the small city, and one person and one horse galloped past, and finally stopped in front of the Qingyuan Inn.

"Open the door!" the voice was crisp and loud, followed by a series of palms slamming against the door.

"It's coming, it's coming. After a while, a sleepy-eyed shopkeeper opened the door and asked casually: "Is the guest officer sharpening or staying in the store?" When he looked up, a beautiful woman in Tsing Yi came into the eyes of the shopkeeper. Seeing such a stunning look, the shopkeeper seemed to be indifferent, and just covered his mouth and yawned.

The woman in Tsing Yi was slightly stunned, and then said: "Prepare some dry food, as well as my mountain, use good feed." The kettles on its back were filled with water. ”

"Okay, officer, you sit inside. When he heard the word "Shan'er", the facial muscles of the shopkeeper seemed to twitch, but for a moment, the woman in Tsing Yi did not notice it. The shopkeeper took the reins from Qianqianyu's hand, turned around and shouted to the inner hall: "Have a few good dishes, the guest officer is in a hurry, and prepare some dry food!"

The woman in Tsing Yi sat down in a window seat, and her eyes just happened to be able to see the door.

At this time, four more people entered the inn. A young man in a white robe held a folding fan, with a trace of evil on his delicate face. An old man in a green shirt, with white temples and blazing eyes, has a bit of fairy wind bones. There were also two men dressed in blue suits, following behind the man in white and the old man in green shirt.

The woman in Tsing Yi swept her gaze over the four of them and turned her head to look out the window.

The four of them also saw the woman in Tsing Yi. At this moment, the six eyes stopped on the pretty face of the woman in Tsing Yi, and the man in white and the two men in blue shirts were stunned for a moment. The old man in the green shirt couldn't help but be moved, and secretly thought in his heart: "There is such a beautiful woman in the world!" The look of surprise on his face flashed, and then he coughed lightly. The three of them woke up at this time, and the two blue-shirted men hurriedly withdrew their gazes, but the white-clothed man walked straight to the table of the woman in Tsing Yi.

"Girl, can you sit here?" asked the man in white, pointing to the bench opposite the woman in Tsing Yi.

"No, you can't. The woman in Tsing Yi looked indifferent.

"It's a surprise ......"

"I know that I don't leave yet. The woman in Tsing Yi interrupted the man in white, her voice cold.

The man in white was stunned for a moment, and then said angrily: "Do you know who I am? Dare to talk to me like this! Toast without eating and drinking, I will do you here today." As he spoke, the man in white stepped forward and pointed at the two big holes in the jade hall and the middle of the woman in green with a folding fan in his hand.

The woman in Tsing Yi snorted coldly, picked up the long sword on the table, and with a "bang", the cold light flashed. The next moment, the hand of the man in white holding the folding fan froze in mid-air, and a chill came from his neck, and his face was full of horror.

"Girl's mercy!" the old man in the green shirt changed his face. The two blue-shirted men hurriedly pulled out their knives and wanted to come forward to save them.

The woman in Tsing Yi glanced at the old man in green shirt, then at the man in white, and said in her heart: "This person has a desire to stay, it must be a scourge to stay." If it were his life at this moment, I might not be able to get out of it with my whole body. ”

"Get out!" the long sword was sheathed, and the woman in Tsing Yi looked out the window again.

The man in white was relieved and slowly retreated. The figure of the old man in the green shirt turned, and he arrived at the side of the man in white in an instant. At this moment, the man in white sneered, and dozens of cold stars shot out from the folding fan.

The woman in Tsing Yi was caught off guard, and hurriedly waved her sleeves to block, and several silver needles fell to the ground along the sleeves, and the tips of the needles flashed with a glittering black light, which was obviously highly poisonous. The face of the woman in Tsing Yi changed suddenly, her right arm was sore, as if she was about to lose consciousness, and she couldn't help but shout: "Despicable!"

Seeing the woman in Tsing Yi with such an expression, the man in white laughed and said, "You have been hit by the Qingfeng Thorn, you are unable to fly today!"

At this moment, a neighing sound of horses came from outside the door, and then I heard the shopkeeper shouting: "Girl, you horse, I just want to try, help!"

The woman in Tsing Yi saw that the shopkeeper was riding her own horse in front of the inn, and she couldn't help but be secretly happy in her heart, and threw the long sword with a hidden weapon with her left hand, straight to the throat of the man in white, and at the same time, she jumped out of the window, and with a light tiptoe, she got on the horse, grabbed the reins, and let out a long shout. The horse, as if fully understanding what his master meant, galloped away on all fours.

The old man in the green shirt had an ugly face, waved his sleeves to block the long sword, and then remained silent.

The man in white saluted the old man in the green shirt to show his gratitude, and then shouted at the two men in the blue shirt: "That little lady is poisoned, you can't run far, hurry up and chase it!"

The horse of the woman in Tsing Yi is a famous horse of Dawan, and the speed of the two of them is not affected at all.

The shopkeeper and the woman in Tsing Yi were on a blind date, the nephrite was warm and fragrant, the breath in his ears was like an orchid, and he kissed the fragrance, but he shouted in his mouth: "Girl, you have to respect yourself!

The woman in Tsing Yi didn't seem to hear anything, her body slowly lost consciousness, and her consciousness gradually blurred.

The shopkeeper stopped shouting, just because he already felt that the beautiful cheek was close to his back, and he couldn't help but smile slightly bitterly. He tapped the horse's pedals on the tips of his two toes, and his body fell together, and he returned to the horse, but he had already exchanged places with the woman in Tsing Yi, who leaned on his chest.

I don't know how long it took, but the woman in Tsing Yi gradually regained consciousness, and there was a pain in her right arm. She looked around and saw herself leaning against a stone on a hillside. In the haze, she saw a man waving a branch not far away. She reluctantly rubbed her eyes with her left hand, and only then did she see clearly, and she couldn't help but look surprised. The person waving the branch was the shopkeeper, which she expected. To her surprise, the shopkeeper was practicing swordsmanship, and she had never seen such a swordsmanship.

The woman in Tsing Yi is named Li Ruoxian, with a prominent family background, and when she was a child, she read various martial arts classics, and then worshiped under the master, and her martial arts cultivation was among the first-class masters who could live in the rivers and lakes. But at this moment, she looked at the swordsmanship of the person in front of her, and she didn't feel immersed in it.

This sword technique doesn't seem to have a fixed move, but it doesn't have the slightest hindrance to the moves. Every move must take the enemy's vital point, simple and direct, as fast as lightning, without the slightest consideration of blocking, with the belief that one blow will kill.

The sword is a weapon that exists purely for the purpose of killing, the king of a hundred soldiers, the supreme and noble, once unsheathed, you must go all out. Ruthlessness under the sword, this is the minimum respect, both for the sword itself, and for the opponent. Perhaps only this kind of swordsmanship can truly interpret the true meaning of the sword.