After the establishment of the dynasty in ancient times, Jinling was the capital, merchants gathered, humanities gathered, and the six dynasties flourished. Later, the capital was moved to Luoyang, and the huge Jinling City was changed to stay in the capital. In the past, the imperial city has now been set up as a mansion by the Yan family, and although the majesty and glory are no longer there, there is still a little romance left in the market.

In the old days, Wang Xie Tang Qianyan flew into the homes of ordinary people.

Wuyi Lane is located in the south of Jinling City, on the south bank of Wende Bridge on the Qinhuai River, and was the residence of the two wealthy families of Wang and Xie in the old days. Nowadays, Wuyi Lane is rarely inhabited, and only a few Han scholars and Confucian students who still have dreams of gaining fame live here.

Luo Feiyu looked left and right at the deep environment in the alley, and suddenly shuddered, "Didn't that uncle say that it would be good to go straight after entering the city gate, why did you go around a long way and come to this alley?"

Gongsun Shitong didn't answer him, but just flicked the reins and urged the foal forward.

A gust of cool wind suddenly blew, blowing Luo Feiyu's cold feathers up, he trembled all over, and was shocked: "In March, where did the cold wind come from?

Gongsun Shitong was helpless and wanted to laugh: "This is the style of wearing the hall." ”

Luo Feiyu's face was embarrassed, and he couldn't help but raise his eyes from the side to peek at Gongsun Shiyun's reaction.

But I saw that her side face was extremely calm, like a pool of autumn water without ripples.

The foal walks forward unhurriedly and slowly. Until he crossed the mouth of an alley and crossed another old alley overgrown with weeds, the foal did not go any further.

Gongsun Shitong took the lead in getting off the horse, stroking the foal that was grazing, and said slowly: "Get off the horse." ”

"Dismounted?" Luo Feiyu looked around.

"yes, dismount. Gongsun Shitong said "hehe", tied the horse to a willow, and walked towards the deep alley with an umbrella. Luo Feiyu was also embarrassed to sit on other people's horses anymore, so he had to turn over and dismount and follow closely behind.

As the two of them walked deeper and deeper into the alley, the gloomy wind in the alley became more frequent, sweeping up the weeds and fallen leaves all over the ground, and there was a "rustle" sound.

Luo Feiyu was both puzzled and frightened, and asked in a trembling direction, "Are you sure this path is right?"

Gongsun Shiyun, who was leading the way in front, suddenly stopped, turned to look at Luo Feiyu, and showed two shallow dimples on the side of his cheeks, "Are you stupid? The location of Yanfu is the old imperial city, how can you be in this narrow and deep alley? As for why I came to this alley, I just don't want others to see blood, that's all." ”

"You just said that. Luo Feiyu stayed in place, looking at Gongsun Shitong with a puzzled face. But among the red pupils, there is some meaning.

"Ah, who said that?" Gongsun Shitong glanced Luo Feiyu up and down, and said, "Dressed in such loose and pitch-black, the hat and dress must be the costume of the Xizhou Assassin - Wu Lifu." ”

Luo Feiyu nodded in disbelief, took a step back, and said in surprise: "You don't have any prejudices against me, right?" Since ancient times, I came to Jiangnan from Xizhou, and I just wanted to see the next world, you have to pity me, a stranger......

"Childe is serious. Gongsun Shitong smiled: "It's just that Wulifu inherits the costumes of Loulan in ancient times, and Loulan used to pull up the sleeves as a taboo, I just want to remind the son to pull the sleeves down." ”

In the last six words, there is a threat.

The smile on Luo Feiyu's face suddenly rose at this moment, and after a moment of silence, he slowly stared at it, and said, "What if I don't?"

The wind slowly rose, accompanied by the whistling of sand and gravel. Gongsun Shitong stroked the oil-paper umbrella and said with a smile: "You are so anxious, I'm afraid that there is something unsightly hidden in your sleeve......?" Sword rust.

"That sword, you broke it!"

This sentence is not a question, but a conclusion.

Luo Feiyu was silent, but looked at her solemnly.

"You entered the house last night and folded your sword, I'm afraid you have been planning for a long time. Gongsun Shiyun said coldly: "You just said in Xiaozhu, you are a swordsman, you are carrying such a narrow bag on your back, there must be a sword inside." Let's get out of the sword. ”

Luo Feiyu laughed at this moment, laughing very insolently. The originally lazy tone suddenly became a little calmer: "Your surname is Gongsun?

Gongsun Shitong nodded: "Exactly." Xihe sword, Gongsun clan, Gongsun poetry. ”

In the past, Aunt Gongsun danced the dynasty and sang the prosperous era. As a maiko, she is chivalrous and loves the rivers and lakes, so she used her own dance to create a series of sword dances, and there was an endless stream of people who came to watch it. Even the contemporary emperors are committed to watching it. Later, for some reason, when she was famous for most of the Middle Earth, she decided to retreat to the market and settle down in Chang'an City. Even the contemporary emperor came to see her off in person. However, after she left, the rebels rose and the dynasty was on the verge of extinction. But when the dynasty was crumbling, someone saw a woman's figure in the fire in Chang'an, dancing "Sword Weapon Xing", resisting thousands of troops with a sword, and then disappeared. But she built the sword building in Chang'an, which has been passed down to this day, and her descendants have also followed the precepts she handed down and took it as their responsibility to quell the chaos.

"Since it's the Xihe Gongsun Clan, then you took me into the city all the way just to test me?" Luo Feiyu pulled down his sleeves and shook off the rust on the ground, "You're right, but you said you want me to use the sword?"

With that, he threw a punch and smashed it down at Gongsun Shitong.

Gongsun Shitong danced lightly with the oil-paper umbrella in his hand, and stabbed upwards like curling smoke.

Luo Feiyu's falling fist suddenly let go, and the back of his hand was pressed against the oil-paper umbrella and slowly stroked down. Gongsun Shiyun was shocked when he saw this, and wanted to take back the oil-paper umbrella against the trend, but Luo Feiyu's hand was glued to the oil-paper umbrella like a ghost, and he couldn't break free no matter what.

"The unsheath style of the Ghost Sword Gate!" Gongsun Shitong exclaimed in his heart.

Why is the Ghost Sword Gate called the Ghost Sword Gate, it's not that this sect makes swords. To put it bluntly, the word "ghost" in the Ghost Sword Sect is the most important thing in this sect. They are the nemesis of the sword.

Once, the swordsmen of the rivers and lakes all talked about its color change. Relying on those weird ghost arts, the Ghost Sword Sect has assassinated countless swordsmen, and there is no shortage of some sword masters. Later, the owner of the contemporary sword building entered the ghost sword gorge with one person and one sword, and slaughtered all the doors, and the bloody wind and blood rain stopped.

"The Ghost Sword Gate has long been destroyed, and the unsheath style has long been listed as a forbidden technique on the rivers and lakes, how could he? Could it be the remnants of the Sword Gate!" Seeing the strange moves that only existed in the ancient records left by his ancestors alive in front of him, Gongsun Shitong couldn't help but be shocked. If this continues, then your umbrella will break inch by inch!

Then again, how could he see that his umbrella was a scabbard!?

Without daring to think about it, Gongsun Shiyun suddenly came out of the sheath, and a narrow sword blade as white as snow shone in the deep alley. Even if there is no sunlight in the alley, the sword still shines with sparkling swords.

After Luo Feiyu jumped to the ground, he stared at the sword in Gongsun Shitong's hand, and said slowly: "This sword is ranked third in the sword spectrum, and the sword of the Xihe sword weapon Gongsun clan has been inherited for twelve generations, Jiang Mo." Your mother is so relieved that you will take it out?"

After that, he threw the umbrella in his hand, Gongsun Shiyun flashed to catch it, looked at Luo Feiyu, and said, "Who are you!"

"A man who has come to break your sword. Luo Feiyu's red pupils shrank suddenly, and he took out a gray-black long sword from the sword bag behind his back.

When Luo Feiyu held the sword, Gongsun Shitong noticed that the aura on his body had changed.

If he originally gave people the impression of being a lazy and indisputable teenager, then at this moment, he gave people the feeling of being a killer.

A killer with only a sword in his eyes.

Luo Feiyu stepped forward and struck with a sword. But the posture is very weird, like a sword blade that crashes head-on into Gongsun Shitong.

Gongsun Shitong's eyes froze, and he suddenly took out his sword.

The two swords overlapped, causing a burst of roar, as pleasant as a bell. But Jiang Mo is a famous sword after all, and the sword held by Luo Feiyu is far from being defeated, causing him to retreat one after another. But the strange thing is that during the confrontation, Gongsun Shiyun repeatedly gained the upper hand with the advantage of the sword, but always at the moment when she was about to hurt Luo Feiyu, Luo Feiyu could always avoid it thrillingly, and then swing a new sword to turn decay into magic.

Luo Feiyu repeatedly survived in desperate situations, which made Gongsun Shitong worried and suspicious. An ominous premonition rose in her heart.

The sword of Jiang Mo went down the river like a light boat. When the sword swung halfway, Gongsun Shitong deliberately weakened the sword by seven points in order to verify the "ominous feeling" in his heart.

But when the second sword was held, Luo Feiyu was still defeated, and when he retreated, like a swallow moving back, he stabbed back with a sword.

This sword Gongsun Shitong did not pick it up, but dodged sideways. She was now sure that Luo Feiyu had a trick in her heart, and decided to settle the game with a sword.

Gongsun Shiyun suddenly raised his sword, and the colorful sword intent surged.

When he raised the sword, Gongsun Shiyun's face mutinied, and he looked at Luo Feiyu's face full of smiles, and chuckled in his heart.

"You...... You can actually absorb the sword qi!" Gongsun Shitong realized that there was not much sword qi left on his sword.

"I didn't expect it, the sword qi that has been stored on your sword for a long time is now here in my sword. Luo Feiyu stroked the gray-black long sword, his handsome face was extremely arrogant, "Send off your sword!"

The long sword in Luo Feiyu's hand slowly raised, and the colorful sword qi surged wildly on the blade.

After this change, Gongsun Shiyun did not have a trace of panic, and even was extremely calm. Just like what Luo Feiyu had seen before, it was as calm as autumn water without ripples.

However, under the autumn water, there is also an undercurrent.

Luo Feiyu was still fusing the sword qi he had just stolen, but he hadn't noticed that Gongsun Shiyu had already blinded. Her body was glowing with a bright color, and she sank several times, like a heavy light boat drifting across the West River, and the boat was blowing snow.

A warm current flowed from the dantian to his hand, and then merged into the sword, and the sword qi on the Jiang Mo sword suddenly bloomed.

The internal strength of the owner of the Xihe Sword Weapon Building has been passed down from generation to generation - "The Snow of the West River".

Luo Feiyu finished his sword and stabbed at Gongsun Shitong.

Gongsun Shitong quietly opened his eyes, turned the sword forward, and slowly panned, from left to right, turning into thousands of sparkling sword flowers. At first glance, it looks like the river and sea shining in the sun, sparkling.

Luo Feiyu's pupils shrank suddenly.

"Gongsun Sword Dance, Jianghai Ningguang!"