The cold wind is howling, the snow is flying all over the sky, and the sky and the earth are white.

A sedan chair moves forward in the wind and snow. The four palanquin men walked steadily, their hands were red from the cold, but they didn't care. Three retinues served around the sedan chair, not afraid of wind and snow, not afraid of cold.

The sedan chair stopped in front of an inn.

The inn is not big, but it is the only inn within a radius of dozens of miles, with braziers, spirits, hot steamed buns, and home-cooked side dishes, which are enough in the ice and snow.

The sedan chair fell, and an attendant hurriedly stepped forward to pull up the curtain.

After that, a middle-aged Confucian man in a brocade dress walked out slowly. His expression was indifferent, his eyes were clear, and he felt like he was out of the dust. He held a long sword in his arms, the scabbard was simple, the hilt was exquisite, and the sword was like a person, and it also felt like a dust.

The retinue pushed open the door and split left and right.

Only then did the middle-aged Confucian slowly enter the inn.

A guy hurriedly stepped forward and said with a smile: "Sir, it's freezing cold, and it's snowing heavily, and the shop is overcrowded, why don't you share a seat?"

The middle-aged Confucian smiled indifferently, his gaze swept over the room, and landed on a square table by the window.

There were four braziers in the room, and three of them were placed next to the square table. Four fierce bearded men were drinking in a big bowl. On the square table were two large ring knives, a mace, and a pair of sledgehammers.

An attendant understood, and walked towards the square table.

The guy hurriedly whispered: "Sir, when you are out of the house, more things are better than less, why ......"

The middle-aged Confucian interrupted the guy and said softly: "The little second brother is kind, and I have received it in my heart." ”

The guy seemed to think of something, smiled slightly wryly, and said no more.

The attendant walked to the square table, took out a silver ingot from the money bag and put it on the table, clenched his fists slightly, and said in a deep voice: "A little meaning is not a respect, there are four heroes who go over there to fight a table!"

The four bearded men glanced at the entourage with a smile, and then looked at the middle-aged Confucian scholar.

The attendant looked humble, as if waiting for an answer.

The four bearded men picked up their blades casually, pushed the entourage away, and walked straight towards the middle-aged Confucian scholar.

There was silence in the inn.

The middle-aged Confucian man looked as usual and was indifferent.

Four bearded men surrounded the middle-aged Confucian in the middle.

The other two attendants and the four palanquin drivers stood aside with a tacit understanding.

A bearded man sneered: "If you kneel down and kowtow to Lao Tzu three times, I will spare your life." ”

The middle-aged Confucian just smiled indifferently.

At this time, in the inn, except for the two people, the rest of the people were holding their breath and staring.

In the corner, a man in white leaned against the window, looking playful, and a woman in white looked as clear as water, thoughtful.

It is Yanshan and Mengtian.

Meng Tian said to Yan Shan with the technique of transmitting sound into the secret: "This gentleman has the heart to eliminate evil, so why should he be so pretentious?"

Yan Shan smiled and said to Meng Tian with the technique of transmitting sound into the secret: "Maybe it's a temptation, maybe it's trying to find a reason." ”

Meng Tian's eyes wandered, savoring what Yan Shan said.

Another bearded man said coldly: "This guy really doesn't cry when he doesn't see the coffin, give him some color first." Before the words fell, a large ring knife slashed straight at the middle-aged Confucian scholar's shoulder.

The middle-aged Confucian sighed softly.

The next moment, the knife came to an abrupt end.

"Boom!"

"Dangchang!"

......

Two large ring knives, a mace, and a pair of sledgehammers all fell to the ground.

Immediately after, the four bearded men slowly fell to the ground.

The middle-aged Confucian scholar looked indifferent, his eyes were clear, and he felt like he was out of the dust. He held a long sword in his arms, the scabbard was simple, the hilt was exquisite, and the sword was like a person, and it also felt like a dust.

The guy froze in place, not knowing what was going on.

Of course, he's not the only one.

However, two people saw it clearly.

In that moment, the middle-aged Confucian drew his sword four times. Pierced into the heart, pulled out, lightning fast, and blood didn't even have time to splash out.

They saw the shot clearly, saw the trajectory clearly, but did not see the sword body.

"Shoot so quickly!" Meng Tian was mentally prepared, but he still couldn't help but exclaim.

"This sword ......," Yan Shan fell into deep thought.

"Jiao divides the shadow, and the goose falls and forgets to return", so the name is the shadow, which is an ancient divine soldier.

In spring and autumn, at dawn, in a pine forest on the outskirts of Weiguo, the sky was black and white at a moment, and a pair of hands slowly raised.

In the middle of both hands was a sword hilt, only the hilt of the sword was missing, but on the north wall there was a faint shadow of the sword, which only lasted for a moment, and then disappeared as the day came. Until dusk, the sky grew dark, and in the moment when day and night alternated, the ethereal sword shadow reappeared.

The raised hands drew an elegant arc and swung towards a tall ancient pine tree next to it. Only a soft "click" was heard, and the body of the tree shook slightly, but there was no change, but soon after, the lush pine canopy fell in a gentle southerly wind, flattening the convex circle of annual rings, indicating the passage of time.

The darker the sky became, the sword returned to nothingness, the ancient twilight closed silently, and there was silence between heaven and earth.

This shadowless sword is Chengying.

At this moment, this ancient divine weapon is in the hands of the middle-aged Confucian scholar.

The middle-aged Confucian seemed to sense something and looked at Yan Shan and Meng Tian.

Eyes intertwined, smiling slightly.

The middle-aged Confucian man walked slowly towards the table of Yanshan and Meng Tian.

"Can you share a table with the two young heroes?" the middle-aged Confucian looked humble.

Yan Shan and Meng Tian hurriedly got up.

At the same time, Yan Shan's right hand was raised lightly, and he said in a deep voice: "Please!"

All three sat down at the same time.

The middle-aged Confucian gently placed the long sword on the table, poured a bowl of spirits casually, and drank it all, and then breathed a long sigh of relief. After that, he filled the wine again and said casually, "How about drinking together?"

Yan Shan and Meng Tian did not hesitate and picked up the wine bowl at the same time.

Three bowls of spirits in one drink.

Yan Shan said loudly: "When you meet a confidant in wine, how can you have fun in a bowl?"

After that, the three of them had pride in their chests and drank three bowls in a row.

At this time, the bodies of the four bearded men had been carried out, and the three braziers had been put back in their places.

The middle-aged Confucian smiled lightly: "The two young heroes are Sect Master Yan and Deputy Sect Master Meng?"

Slightly surprised, then relieved.

The rusty sword was too conspicuous.

The two couldn't help but smile and nodded slightly.

The middle-aged Confucian seemed to see the thoughts of the two, and said casually: "It's not because of this rusty sword. ”

Yan Shan asked casually, "Where did the gentleman know?"

The middle-aged Confucian smiled lightly: "Murderous aura, sword aura, age, looking at the world, there are only two of them." ”

Such praise is well deserved.

Meng Tian smiled but did not speak.

Yan Shan clenched his fists slightly and asked casually, "I don't know what Mr. is called?"

The middle-aged Confucian replied casually: "In the lower golden vulture." ”

As soon as these words came out, Yanshan was pleasantly surprised.

The name of the Golden Vulture is known all over the world. In terms of strategy, we will not lose to Yan Honglie, and in terms of martial arts, we will not lose to Brother Yan Gu. He once served as the national teacher of the Jin State and played a pivotal role in the Jin State court. Later, because he did not want to get involved in factional strife, he resigned and went into hiding, free and indifferent.

Yan Shan's expression became solemn, he got up again, gave a deep salute, and said in a deep voice: "Junior Yan Shan, I've seen Mr."

Jin Wushu nodded slightly, and said with a happy smile: "Sect Master Yan is polite, please take a seat!"

Yan Shan sat down and asked casually, "Why is Mr. in a hurry in the wind and snow?"

Jin Wushu sighed lightly and said slowly: "It's hard to say. ”

Yan Shan seemed to think of something, and muttered, "Sir, but you want to rush to Chang'an?"

Jin Wushu smiled indifferently and nodded slightly.

Needless to say, it has been tacitly understood.

Drink and eat.

Sympathetic to each other, side dishes and steamed buns are comparable to delicacies from the mountains and seas; wine is confidant, and folk spirits are better than elixir and jade liquid.

After a full meal is parting.

In front of the inn, Jin Wushu clenched his fists slightly, and laughed loudly: "Brother Yan, Miss Meng, see you in Chang'an!"

"Sir, cherish!"

The cold wind is howling, the snow is flying all over the sky, and the sky and the earth are white.

A sedan chair moves forward in the wind and snow. The four palanquin men walked steadily, their hands were red from the cold, but they didn't care. Three retinues served around the sedan chair, not afraid of wind and snow, not afraid of cold.

Gradually, the sedan chair disappeared into the snow.

Killing the sword

Kill the heroine of the sword trick