Dugu Yan didn't raise his sword to parry, but stabbed him with a sword, this sword was not very fast, but it could pierce Wang Laohu's body first.

Wang Laohu didn't see his sword clearly, it seemed that before he did it, Dugu Yan had already made his sword, and it seemed that his sword had already been placed there, waiting for him to hit it. He subconsciously took two steps back, but it seemed to be a little late.

Suddenly, a reckless voice came from outside the door, shouting, "Hugh hurt my eldest brother." ”

Before Wang Laohu could look back, the man's body stood forward and was already in front of him.

At this time, he already knew that the one who blocked the sword for himself was the second-in-command of the horse thief group, Ma Furen. He is not tall, and he also carries a horse chopping knife in his hand, but unfortunately the horse chopping knife can only scare and scare the mediocre people, which is meaningless for the cold Dugu Yan.

His sword did not stop, and in an instant, it pierced through Ma Furen's body. He twitched a few times, and a faint voice came out of the corner of his mouth, "Big brother, let's go......"

It's a pity that his voice Wang Laohu can't hear it anymore. for he had already gone out of the door, mounted his horse and fled.

Dugu Yan didn't chase him, but he was going to kill him sooner or later......

He looked around, dozens of executioners were stunned by Gao Wanxiong's drugs, but he would not let them go, because each of them could be pretending to be asleep, and each of them could leak their swordsmanship, so they all had to die.

He walked over slowly, using the most clumsy killing techniques, one by one, and sent them on the road one by one.

He walked to the door, raised his sword, and looked at the woman who claimed to be the daughter of the Yuling Gate.

Her eyes moved slightly, her body trembled uncontrollably, and she suddenly roared and stood up, sobbing, "Cousin, are you going to kill me?"

"Who are you?" his tone was as gentle as ever, but there was an incomparably cold air in his gentleness.

"I'm Xiaofang! Shan Xiaofang, don't you even recognize me?" she said and took off the hat, a beautiful long hair, coiled behind her head, and the golden hairpin was given by Dugu Yan. At that time, she was still very young, so Dugu Yan really couldn't recognize her. But he still remembered the hairpin, which his father had bought with his life, so he could never forget it.

Dugu Yan's face changed suddenly, becoming a little sad, and he said coldly: "Little child, don't run around." ”

Shan Xiaofang cried: "I'm not a child anymore, I'm already eighteen." I came out to find you, and I want to ask you, when will you marry me?"

Dugu Yan didn't answer, turned around and walked out the door, his figure was not happy, but in a blink of an eye, he disappeared into the vast night.

Eighteen miles away from the inn, there is a small town, called Changting Town, the town is not big, only more than 100 households.

There is an old locust tree outside the town, I don't know how many years it has been, and it has been standing there since there was no town here.

There is a bluestone slab under the tree, people often gather under the tree to enjoy the shade during the day, after a long time, the slate is rubbed very smooth, as if it is like a mirror.

Dugu Yan stood quietly under the tree, waiting......

There was a gong sound in the distance, it was already the third watch, and it was as quiet as a pool of stagnant water.

Finally, there was a rush of footsteps in the distance, and it was just a person, an old monk, he was very tall, a little fat, and there was no scar on his head, but it didn't mean that he had a low status in the temple.

He was dressed in a beautiful robe, studded with precious stones, which sparkled in the light of the stars.

An old face as long as a donkey, full of smiles.

"You're here?" the monk asked.

Dugu Yan smiled softly, "Yes, I'm here." ”

"Got it?" the monk asked.

Dugu Yan smiled softly: "What about you?" As soon as he stretched out his hand, he took out the night pearl from his arms, opened the wooden box, and dragged it to his chest with one hand, and the faint green light suddenly enveloped everything around him.

The old monk took out a booklet and threw it on the ground in front of Dugu Yan, Dugu Yan had done the same trick and threw the night pearl on the ground in front of him, and the two of them bent down at the same time to pick up what they wanted, but unfortunately, only one person was able to stand up.

Blood was dripping down on the pearl of the night, and the faint green light turned blood red, which was extraordinarily beautiful.

That sword was too fast, more than a thousand times faster than when it was killing people in the inn.

The night pearl that everyone regards as a treasure is just a broken stone in Duguyan's eyes. Without looking at it again, he turned away with the booklet.

- On a quiet night, his only son sat by the stream, he didn't know where the stream came from, and he didn't know what its name was, but he was just a person, silently flipping through the booklet - "Demon Sword Technique".

What is recorded in it is some exaggerated routines, and each move has at least a dozen flaws. He looked up at the starry sky and muttered, "Sure enough, the swordsmanship of the famous masters is like this, flashy and unrealistic." ”

He got up and threw the book into the stream, and walked slowly with the sword in his hand. He was going to a place, to a place that had been agreed upon.

In early summer, he appeared at the foot of Wudang Mountain as promised, and Wudang Mountain was already full of flowers at this time. In several fields, some farmers were busy planting seedlings, and from afar, only a middle-aged man said: "Hey, I heard that recently there is a guy who doesn't know whether he is alive or dead, and he wants to come to our Wudang Mountain to make trouble, and I don't know which sect and which faction he is a master of." ”

Dugu Yan turned his head to look, only to see that the man who spoke was a middle-aged man with a short figure, and the man was planting seedlings, and said to the thin man beside him: "Hehe, the seventeen wolves of Mobei, who were known as invincible in the world, came to our Wudang Mountain to challenge, and after only one move, they were cured by the 'Sword God Song Xueke'. This year, I don't know which big-headed ghost came to send him to death. ”

The thin man said: "Hey! The first sword under Wudang Mountain is not called in vain, even the alliance leader Liu Zhengqi saw it, and he had to give three points." ”

The five-short-stature man said: "No, Zhao Xuesong, Zhao Daxia, who is it? That is our Wudang Mountain's Optimus Bo Jade Pillar, the sea purple and gold beam! With him living here, we can be at peace." ”

......

Dugu Yan kept sneering and looking at them, until they began to change the topic, then walked over and asked, "May I ask how Tie Songguan goes?"

The thin man looked up, and saw that he had a gentle smile on his face, and that he did not look like a wicked man, so he pointed to the west and said, "Twenty miles ahead, there is a fork in the road, turn in the direction of the upper mountain, and you will not be able to go two or three miles." ”

"Thank you. Dugu Yan turned around slowly, only to hear the thin man say: "This son, do you go to Tiesong Temple to offer incense...... Or?"

Before he could answer, the five short figures rushed to say: "You still need to ask, you look at the costume, wearing a hat and carrying a sword, you can know at a glance that this is to help Zhao Xuesong and Lord Zhao." ”

Dugu Yan sneered, but it was difficult for people who were not careful to notice the chill on his face.