The sky was as blue as a wash, and the rough northwest wind did not subside because it was separated by a line of Weishui, but became more and more arrogant as winter approached.

On the wilderness not far from the official road, Liu Tugou swung his knife and cut off the last head, looked around, and there were seven or eight incomplete corpses within a hundred steps around him, some of whom also had horses.

He approached an ownerless horse that had escaped, ripped a water bladder from the horse, uncorked the bottle and smelled the spicy aroma of wine that the cold and dry northwest wind could not dispel.

Liu Tugou poured a big gulp, and a happy flame rose from his chest, burning more and more.

If the west bank of Weishui is the sphere of influence of the border army, Tianshui County after the eastward crossing is the paradise of local tycoons and big gangs.

The people of Tianshui County are fierce and martial, especially famous for their horse gangs and swordsmen. The former is half businessman and half bandit, and does all kinds of business with no capital, while the latter makes a living by licking blood from the knife edge, and as long as the employer can afford the price, there is never any morality at all.

Most of these caravans and swordsmen were attached to the local wealthy clans, and they were deeply entrenched, and at the same time extremely xenophobic, and together they controlled the trade routes between the east and the west.

They colluded with the border army to the west to engage in smuggling and slave trafficking, and to the east with the powerful and wealthy merchants of the Central Plains, and made huge profits in commercial and trade exchanges by virtue of their status as the head of the land.

Xue Weichen's reluctance to cross the river was largely due to this reason. Once he is accused of crossing the line by the forces that are not in the right direction, and the group is in trouble, the captain will definitely not hesitate to abandon the pawn and protect the car and hand him over to calm the anger of the public.

If you don't cross the river, it doesn't mean that you have to swallow your anger, and Yangping Youwei also has a spokesperson with close interests in Tianshui County.

As a result, all kinds of deeds about the black-clothed and white-horse devil were hyped up, and the last thing Tianshui County lacked was the down-and-out swordsman who was eager to get ahead.

On this road, Liu Tugou is destined not to be lonely.

Dingxiang, located at the southern end of Ningguo County, Xiangzhou, is separated from Jingzhou in the north by a Hunan tributary Ningqing River, which is a big city connecting the north and south.

Nearly 200 years ago, taking advantage of the great opportunity of the iron cavalry to the west and the emptiness of the Central Plains, King Rong of Xiangxi rebelled, and soon occupied the entire Xiangzhou.

At the same time as sending a partial division to seize the land, the main force of the rebel army gathered in Dingxiang, intending to cross the river with victory and attack the Beijing division.

The hastily cobbled counterinsurgency army soon moved south, and a lieutenant surnamed Yan of the pioneer battalion took the lead in crossing the river, and was colliding with thousands of rebels who had come to seize the ferry on the south bank of the Ningqing River.

At this time, there were very few officers and soldiers who crossed the river, and when it was critical, the captain surnamed Yan rushed into battle alone, killing nearly a thousand with a Daguan knife, and actually defeated thousands of people in one fell swoop.

After several major battles, both sides suffered heavy casualties, and tens of thousands of soldiers were buried on the banks of the Ningqing River.

King Rong was defeated again and again, and finally sat in Dingxiangcheng and was killed by his subordinates. Because this King Rong and the Son of Heaven are born from the same mother, although in the face of the Queen Mother, he was still buried with the gift of the prince after his death, but he was given a bad name by the court, King Xianger.

It is said that the general who killed the lord knew that he was not tolerated by the queen mother, and in order to protect his family, he knelt in front of the royal tomb on the day of the burial and committed suicide.

Nearly two hundred years have passed, and the bloody battle that stained the water of the Ningqing River has gradually been forgotten, and the legendary story of riding thousands of dollars has long been replaced by fresher jokes in the storyteller's mouth.

Only some literati at the intersection of the road will point out and sigh, leaving a few lines of poetry.

One of the most famous sentences, "Poor Ningqing Riverside bones, like a person in a spring boudoir dream", even children in the city can sing it.

But that's all, people are forgetful, which year is there not more than a hundred or ten unjust souls on the bank of the Ningqing River that no one cares about?

Just like today, the south bank ferry was crowded early in the morning, except for the passers-by who did not want to cause trouble and avoided from afar, hundreds of people were dressed as high-rollers.

Many rough men sat on the ground as if no one was around, and the steel knives were stuck straight into the soil, drinking wine and eating meat, and there were many discussions. They are not afraid of the official mansion in the city, haven't they seen that the head catchers and small flags who came to check the situation have been invited away by a few martial arts tycoons?

"Third Brother Li, what kind of sword demon that hasn't grown any hair is really that powerful? According to the younger brother, with the third brother's skills, he can be properly taken care of!" shouted a one-eyed rough man.

The man known as Li Sange was a middle-aged man with a somewhat morbid pale face, which was said to be because he had suffered extremely serious internal injuries in his early years.

He grabbed a piece of cooked beef and threw it into his mouth, and said while chewing: "It's not that my brother has the ambition of others, don't go up later, brother, otherwise you won't blame your brother for not reminding you if you die." Didn't you see that the masters of the West Lake Sword Palace have all come?"

As he spoke, he pointed to the boat floating in the river, pulled by a long cable.

The one-eyed man seemed to be extremely convinced of Third Brother Li, and his mouth opened wide when he heard it, and he said after a while: "No wonder, brother, I heard that the sword demon was wiped out by Hu Jiu Jackal when he was young, in order to force him to ask about the whereabouts of the treasure of the King of Er, is this true or false?"

As soon as he asked this, other Jianghu guests on the side also pricked up their ears, and many of them had bright eyes.

Third Brother Li shook his head and said: "It is said that this King of Xianger is King Rong who rebelled and was killed two hundred years ago, and his original fief was in Xiangxi. But this King Rong has been dead for almost 200 years, who knows if it's true or not, even if there is, I think it will be taken away a long time ago. ”

The one-eyed man slapped his thigh: "Hey, listen to what you say, third brother, I think this is *** wow, it's in the hands of the sword demon, otherwise he is an orphan, how can he survive to this day, and how can he practice an amazing swordsmanship?"

Many people obviously thought the same way, and the originally chaotic small circle suddenly quieted down, the atmosphere became a little weird, and some people simply distanced themselves from others.

Seeing this, Third Brother Li got up decisively, hugged his fists and said, "I advise you not to wade into troubled waters and take your leave!"

He turned around and left, neither crossing the river nor returning to the city, and went east along the Ningqing River.

The one-eyed strong man opened his mouth, a little hesitant, but after all, he didn't open his mouth to stay.

The South Shore ferry port is still crowded. Li Sange walked on the front foot, and there was a horse on the back foot from the direction of Dingxiang City, and when he was close to the river, the knight also shouted "people are coming" to the river, which caused the group of heroes to turn back.

Before the sound stopped, three swordsmen, one green and two yellow, immediately came out of the cabin of the small boat in the river.

The two yellow-clothed were in the prime of life, one was tall and thin, with a short, thin sword in his hand, and obviously took a light and treacherous path, while the other was a little shorter and burly, with a long and wide sword, and obviously not light.

The two of them jumped high, and gently borrowed their strength on the swaying oblique rope a few times in the middle, and quickly jumped ashore, and at first glance they were masters of the Qi cultivation realm.

The remaining middle-aged swordsman in green clothes was even more extraordinary, with his toes at the bow of the boat, and the whole person was fluttering like a big bird, crossing the water for more than ten zhang and flying directly to the shore.

Hundreds of rangers by the river saw it clearly, and they all gasped, and many people who knew the goods had already blurted out: "Grandmaster!

The two warriors of the Qi Refining Realm are also okay, and they say more and less in the rivers and lakes, but the grandmasters of the Inspiration Realm are absolutely rare, and there may not be small factions, and the big factions must also be the elder honorific position, which is not something that ordinary martial artists can see if they want to see it.

The crowd automatically separated, and the three great swordsmen of the West Lake Sword Palace walked to the front of the heroes, facing Nan and standing silently.

The hundreds of rangers did not feel despised at all, but were extremely excited because they were about to see the grandmaster make a move. Legend has it that Dengping crossed the water, protected himself, and even took people's lives from a hundred steps away!

This is another false rumor of the bottom rivers and lakes, if the second master of the "famous teacher" is here in the deep mountains, he will definitely cry and laugh at these rangers who are not much better than the third child.

The realm of the grandmaster is powerful, it is easy to release the true qi, and it is not impossible to control the magic weapon, but compared with the realm of heaven and man of the land true immortal, it is simply like a cloud of mud, and there is a whole realm of supernatural power in the middle!

Hundreds of people waited for a stick of incense, and many rangers were already a little impatient, and a person finally appeared on the official road.

A thin boy of seventeen or eighteen years old, dressed in white, his hair was tied up by the simplest and most ordinary scarf, if he didn't have the long sword in his hand, he would be like a poor scholar who came out to study.

No one was puzzled, and no one showed contempt, because the person who came seemed to be strolling leisurely, but in fact the speed was extremely fast, and as the other party got closer and closer, everyone even had the illusion of a violent wind hitting the body.

The Tsing Yi Grandmaster Swordsman standing at the forefront has the highest realm, and his feelings are different from ordinary people.

He didn't feel the wind, but he faintly saw a huge blood light in the southern sky spreading rapidly to the north.

Grandmaster Tsing Yi had a solemn expression: "It's not a grandmaster, but it has a peak atmosphere that far surpasses ordinary grandmasters!"

The murderous intent was great, and the big swordsman in Tsing Yi drew his sword, and the young man in white who should have been caught or fled in a hurry also drew his sword and rushed forward.

At this time, the two were still nearly 20 zhang apart.

More than hundreds of rangers, along with the two yellow-clothed swordsmen, were taken aback and exclaimed in unison, "Elder!"

didn't even explain a word about the scene, and when he came up, he killed him?

The only ones who weren't surprised were the two who were about to fight. The Tsing Yi Sect Master, whose face was as heavy as water, already had the intention of a quick victory, once the news of the treasure spread, the West Lake Sword Palace would not be able to cover the sky with one hand on the huge rivers and lakes, not to mention that there was still the imperial court. As early as the moment when the white-clothed Wu Ersan felt the malice of the people at the ferry, these hundreds of people had all become dead in his eyes.

The two dazzling sword lights lit up, which were real sword lights, not the refraction of light by the sword body.

A white in the blue, more than ten zhang long, shaped like a long belt, swept out like a stream of water, this is the handwriting of the elder of the West Lake Sword Palace Tsing Yi.

The other was light red all over, but only three feet in length, as thin as a line, and its momentum was completely overshadowed by the white and green sword light.

The victory and defeat have been decided, and in the eyes of everyone who watched the Grandmaster's move with wide eyes, that amazingly talented new Grandmaster was afraid that he would die in the next moment.

But before they could raise their admiration and sympathy, the situation in the field changed abruptly.