Su Hanshan smiled helplessly and shook his head.

The self-proclaimed sword bone cool teenager is not rough, the world is not strange, boys and girls are not rare, so it is not surprising that the timbre is similar.

Moreover, Wuyang's height is shorter than this young man, so it can't be the same person.

I thought that maybe I had been thinking about it for too long before I had this absurd thought. Su Hanshan, who had a tingling pain from the wound, grinned, and walked away covering his shoulders.

In the spectator seat, the old man Huangmei and Su Nuan got up, and walked towards the gate of Suwu Temple with the maid Zhishu Zhihua.

Li Tianxia, the crown prince of the Southern Dynasty, shouted that he hadn't seen enough, and said that he finally looked forward to the departure of the little monk and finally didn't have to worry about appreciating the martial arts, so he didn't want to leave.

In desperation, he had to let him stay with Chu Nanzhao as a companion.

As for whether Mingli watched the martial arts fight or privately looked for Fangliu, it is unknown.

......

Horse-drawn carriages for the royal family drive through the straight and spacious bluestone streets.

The second snow of Jingyou's twenty-fourth year fell relatively mildly, as if he had been planning for a long time to fight a protracted battle with this magnificent country.

From Suwu Temple to Dongshi Street, the carriage drove for a while, and the snow also fell for a while. Whether it is the street, the roof of the car or the neatly arranged pavilions on both sides, the green tiles have been covered with a shallow layer of silver.

Looking out through the curtains, the snow always gives people a feeling of relaxation.

Su Hanshan leaned on the carriage, as if he had forgotten the pain of the wounds all over his body, and couldn't help but lose his mind a little as he looked at the snow flying outside the curtain.

The little princess Su Nuannuan, who was sitting opposite, also looked out of the curtain, but her focus was not on the snow, but on the pavilions that kept moving back with the carriage.

She's looking for a pharmacy.

Su Nuan, who had been studying for a long time with Li Guochu, the imperial master of the dynasty, clearly remembered that there was a large pharmacy in the bustling Dongshi Street.

It's around here.

It didn't take long for the carriage to turn.

After seeing the plaque of the medicine shop from a distance, Su Nuannuan called to stop the carriage and rushed out without waiting for Su Hanshan to ask.

Su Hanshan lifted the curtain of the car and looked at the back of the little girl.

Su Nuannuan entered the pharmacy.

Su Nuannuan quickly ran out again, carrying a bamboo basket in her hand.

Looking at the large bags of medicinal materials in the bamboo basket, Su Hanshan smiled bitterly: "Silly girl, there has been a shortage of medicinal materials in the house." ”

Su Nuannuan sniffed the smell of the medicinal materials one by one, as if she could determine the medicinal properties from them, and said: "I have checked all the medicinal materials in the house, and if they are used to better treat my brother's injuries, there are still a few tastes missing." ”

Su Hanshan rubbed his sister's head: "Don't worry, these skin injuries can't kill my brother." Look at Senior Huang Mei, how could he be indifferent to watching his sword path heir's life in danger?"

Su Nuannuan was skeptical.

The pair of eyes that seemed to be forever hiding sorrow and sentimentality looked at the senior Huangmei who had willow branches in her hair and her hands in her sleeves and was napping, thinking that it should be so, so she nodded obediently.

But at this moment, the old man Huangmei suddenly opened his eyes, and a strange light flashed in his eyes when he saw the vicissitudes of the world.

The old man Huangmei hurriedly lifted the curtain of the car, poked his head out, and sighed for no reason.

"Good knives!"

Su Nuannuan's face was dazed.

Su Hanshan was also deeply curious. has been with Huang Mei's predecessors for several months, and it is rare to see the other party lose his temper like this.

What's going on today?

With doubts, Su Hanshan's gaze looked through the curtain in the direction of Huang Mei's predecessors. On the spacious streets, paved with a light layer of snow, a figure comes into view.

The man carried a knife on his back.

Holding steaming pancakes in both hands, he walked quietly and nibbled on the streets with cotton wool-like snow. The inadvertent gentleness and reluctance to be revealed, as if I was afraid that I would never be able to eat this kind of hometown flavor cake when I walked out of Tiandu City, it was extremely interesting and touching.

Especially the snow scene is the most beautiful......

The man's surname is Xu, and his name is Xu Xiake.

Xu Xiake just reached the weak crown this year.

Born in Tiandu and raised in Tiandu, today is the first time to leave his parents, the first time to leave the mausoleum, and the first time to leave that person.

The man taught him how to wield a sword, taught him to read and write, and told him all kinds of terrifying legends in the rivers and lakes and temples. For the past two decades, they have been almost inseparable.

He regarded that man as a mentor.

Today, I left home and went north because of a truth that my teacher told him.

Twenty-year-old Xu Xiake has no experience, and his life is like a blank slate, so it is difficult to understand the obscure truth that the master is saying.

Fortunately, he remembered the last command before leaving.

Therefore, after leaving Tiandu City, he would go all the way to the north, and then go deep into the realm of Beiyan.

He will return a knife to Beiyan on behalf of Su Tang as a return gift.

......

The old man Huangmei lowered the curtain and stroked his beard thoughtfully.

Su Hanshan couldn't help but ask: "Do your predecessors know?"

From the swordsman of the weak crown year, Su Hanshan felt a kind of still water flowing deeply, and the shock given to him was indescribable.

This kind of feeling, he remembered that when the first snow fell a month ago, it was produced in the Tanhualang from Beiyan, and it was deeper than Fengqiwu, and the bottom could not be seen.

Old man Huangmei didn't answer Su Hanshan's question directly, but just said with a smile: "Interesting, interesting......"

Su Hanshan said: "The knife is interesting, or is the person interesting?"

The old man Huangmei smiled: "People and knives are interesting. ”

Su Hanshan coughed a few times, and said with a wry smile: "Seniors still don't play dumb riddles." ”

The old man Huangmei glared at Su Hanshan, thinking that your kid would be able to use a hundred-step flying sword in just one month, so he nodded at you and said, "Remember not long ago, Beiyan Xiao Li Tanhualang went south with a knife into the heavenly capital?"

Su Hanshan nodded, thinking that it really had something to do with that Li Shaoshang.

The old man Huangmei said again: "Do you know how much that Tanhualang cultivates?"

Su Hanshan said: "The sevenfold transformation of martial arts is above the phoenix. ”

The old man Huangmei said: "Tiandu is the foundation of Su Tang, although in the year of Jiazi, he has never been satisfied with the people of the rivers and lakes of the Spring and Autumn Five Kingdoms, but he is not free to come and go as he wants. ”

Su Hanshan suddenly realized.

In the Spring and Autumn Jiazi year, people are accustomed to say that there is only one river and lake in the world, but in fact, the people in that river and lake are divided into different countries.

The immortals of the Northern Yan Martial Dao Sevenfold Realm cultivated brought a sword into the Heavenly Capital, no matter what the reason, it was a great provocation for the Sutang Empire!

The imperial power is not allowed, and the rivers and lakes of Su Tang are not allowed!

That's why I want to return a knife to Beiyan, the same young and equally sharp knife.

Su Hanshan cautiously asked, "Is it the father?"

The old man Huangmei pretended to be mysterious and shook his head: "Your father doesn't know how to use a knife, let alone care about this shabby affair." ”

Su Hanshan thought of Gu Xidao, the general who was the enemy of the army in the Su Wu Temple, and thought that the man with the knife on his back was related to the general? Just as he was about to speak, another name appeared in his mind.

"Lingyun Pavilion's twenty-four hanging statues rank third, Su Tiandu, is he still alive?"