The old man Huangmei with a willow branch inserted in his unkempt hair was placed under the willow tree outside the city, and his questioning with a blowing beard and glaring was separated by a long moat, and the people under the head of Yangzhou City naturally couldn't hear it......

The setting sun shone on the city, casting a shadow behind the city gate, and the young man in Mai Chumenke, who was holding a horse and hanging a sword, stood in the shadow, looking at the young master in brocade who claimed to be raining in the season on the head of the city.

Silent as he spoke, his eyes showed a gloomy color, and his hands were clenched into fists.

He lost!

Xichu Sword lost!

There is no reluctance, because there is no reservation.

He knew that the rain was not a fluke to win, because the other party was indeed strong.

Born as a slave in a dark prison, he was burdened with the sacred mission of reshaping the glory of the Western Chu Sword.

From the age of three, he was taught by domestic servants to hold and wield a sword. passed on his Western Chu sword theory, and taught him the invincible style of the Western Chu Sword Emperor back then. As soon as he felt tired, or had the idea of complaining, the old servant would mercilessly beat him with a sword and ruler all over his body.

For more than 20 years, this is how he has survived.

He never lived for himself. For as long as he can remember, he has been burdened by swords, and he is a sword slave through and through.

He knew that he could only do one thing in this life, and that was to let the Xichu Sword, which had disappeared in Jiazi Year, reappear in the rivers and lakes and shine.

But now, he's lost.

Defeated at the hands of a young man about his own age, he lost his proudest kendo.

He chose to stand in the shadow of the city wall.

Just like those years when he was punished by his servants and hid in a corner of the prison, he thought that in that way, no one would notice his inner collapse, and no one would see his vulnerability.

But there were so many figures under the city, and countless pairs of eyes fell on him invariably. All kinds of expressions, very exciting, like looking at a monster, so that he has nowhere to hide.

He began to feel hot.

The humiliation of the heart, the shattering of hope, the collapse of faith...... He seemed to step into the rivers and lakes with reverence and curiosity, and then fell into the endless abyss.

No one can redeem him!

So he stood there stupidly, not moving, not knowing where to look, not knowing where to put his hands, and not knowing what to say.

Su Hanshan, who was in the carriage, looked at this scene, looking at the lonely back of the hero of Trumanke's moment, and his heart was filled with indescribable bitterness.

Listening to the gossip and cynicism of many people in the rivers and lakes around him, the swordsman of Xichu, who was praised as the honor of the kendo before a stick of incense, instantly became a laughing stock in their eyes.

This feeling of falling from heaven to hell is really uncomfortable.

Even he, an outsider who can't experience it personally, feels heavy, and it is hard to imagine what kind of blow Truman is suffering at this time.

Su Hanshan thought about how to comfort him.

......

The prince, who was dressed in white and holding a sword on horseback, was also thinking about things, and he suddenly exclaimed for no reason, and immediately successfully shifted all his eyes to his perfect and handsome skin.

"Is that him?"

Su Hanshan turned his head: "Who is it?"

Sitting cross-legged on the top of the carriage, the yellow dress with a pair of pink little hands holding her chin and pouting also blinked her bright eyes.

Gu Changting's eyes were curious.

Many people around were waiting for Li Tianxia, who was freshly dressed and angry, to solve his doubts.

The crown prince looked at the young master riding a bull at the head of the city: "I still remember the twenty-four of the hundred soldiers." ”

Su Hanshan, who has been smart since childhood, said: "You mean the solar term sword?"

Li Tianxia breathed a sigh of relief: "As I expected, this season rain comes from the word sword gate." Although he used the 32nd Xinghua Village of Shangque when fighting with Trumenke, his swordsmanship was the 24th solar term sword. ”

Bai Xiaosheng is among the hundred soldiers, and the Shangque Twenty-four Solar Terms Sword does not have any convincing achievements in the rivers and lakes. Even the name of the Solar Term Sword is rarely known. It can be said that it is the most questioned weapon in the thirty-three miles of the Hundred Soldiers.

The people of the rivers and lakes don't know their masters.

Now Li Tianxia's words woke everyone up.

Together with Su Hanshan, many spectators under the city suddenly realized.

Indeed, if the lord of Xinghua Village can be willing to be a shepherd boy, how can the bull riding young master who claims to be Shi Jiyu be a general unknown?

I'm afraid there are only descendants of the Western Chu Sword.

In this way, the young master riding the bull has fewer opportunities to make a move, and the name of the solar term sword is naturally not as well-known as the Xinghua Village of his own shepherd boy......

After learning Shi Jiyu's true strength, Gu Changting did not hesitate to hit the horse with a knife.

"Protect Childe. ”

At the sound of an order, the two lieutenants from Yanyu Villa, Dong Bo Wu and Hu Ji, followed. Thirty elite cavalry soldiers at the rear of the convoy quickly lined up and protected the carriage in the center.

The surrounding Jianghu guests who watched the city and discussed the sword retreated one after another when they saw this scene. I thought to myself, it turned out that the convoy pretending to be a business traveler was actually a martial artist with a hidden identity.

For a while, the eyes that fell on Su Hanshan, the young man in the carriage and green shirts, increased.

People are curious and want to know what kind of heavy money is worth taking over this deal in person when the twenty-fourth season of the hundred soldiers is worth the hundred soldiers.

......

The head of Su Hanshan, the ninth prince of the Sutang Empire, is naturally worth a lot of money, and the risk is also extremely high.

Fortunately, the reward is more attractive than the risk, otherwise the rain would not have gone south when he was born in Niubei Mountain and studied under the word Jianmen.

The young master of bull riding stood at the head of the city, threw Xinghua Village out, poured a bottle of wine, and said with a smile: "Tong'er, why don't you go and get that nobleman's head?"

The shepherd boy, who was no longer angry, took his sword and stood up.

Inserting the shepherd flute on his waist, a pair of eyes that should have been innocent became extremely sharp, looking down on Su Hanshan.

The slanting sun shone on the apricot blossom village, which looked bright red as blood.

On the top of the carriage, looking at the little shepherd boy's murderous side leak, Huang Shang'er snorted and untied a piece of light Luo tied to the jade arm and waist.

Keeping a widow is such a thing, Qin Wuyang will never do it.

Besides, her husband is still so good-looking! If she loses her life, where will she find such a good person in the future?

I can't care so much, the marriage arranged by God is the biggest!

Even if it really gets ugly, it doesn't hesitate.

Huang Shang'er, who secretly glanced at Su Hanshan's side face, decided to kill all the young people who wanted to murder her future husband in order to avoid accidents!

She stood on the roof of the car, petite and quite like a great grandmaster of the Void Realm.

The shepherd boy who played the flute was full of murderous energy, jumped down from the city, and coincidentally blocked in front of the old man Huangmei who pushed open the city gate with one palm.

All of a sudden, everyone's eyes were on the city gate.

There was a willow branch inserted in his gray hair, and the old man Huangmei, who looked rather sloppy and carrying a chessboard on his back, held the broken sword in his hand, and glared at the people around him: "Whose broken copper and iron?"

Trumanke, who was immersed in grief, was slightly stunned.

looked at the old-timer, apologized, and hugged his fists with difficulty. Just as he was about to open his mouth to claim it, he was interrupted by the flute boy.

Seeing the sun set, the flute boy felt that the deal had been delayed for too long. When he thought of the hard work of walking at night with the ox in the dark, he was very unhappy.

The old man with his back to Huangmei said coldly: "Old guy, go coolly." ”

The old man Huangmei, who has lived in the grass pond for most of his life, sighed, for so long, it is rare for someone to dare to scold him in this tone.

He took a step.

The shepherd boy who played the flute suddenly felt like a great enemy, and his back broke into a cold sweat.

Before there was any reaction, the old man Huangmei teleported to the shepherd boy's side, holding the little shepherd boy's ear with his calloused and wrinkled hands, looked at the ox who lowered his head and licked his nose and asked, "Who is herding the cow baby?"