It was the height of summer, and the sun was blazing.

On the official road on the outskirts of Jinhua County, a group of black-clothed guards on horseback divided into two teams, the front and the rear, sandwiched a prisoner cart in the middle, and marched unhurriedly to the north.

His face was still as cold as iron, but there was no longer the imposing Zuo Xiong riding at the front of the team. He was still armed with five knives, carrying three long knives behind his back and two long knives hanging from his waist.

After walking a long distance, Zuo Xiong looked up at the scorching sun in the sky that was splashing with boundless heat, and took off the water bladder from the side of the saddle, but he did not drink water, but turned his horse to the side of the prisoner car, and said to Fu Tian, who looked a little aggrieved in the car: "Master Fu should drink some water first." Zuo remembered that there was a pavilion on the side of the road not far ahead, and when we got there, we would take a rest to escape the heat, and then continue to hurry later. ”

Fu Tianfu carried a full set of torture equipment, stretched out his hand from the gap in the railing of the prisoner car with some difficulty, took the water bladder and opened it to drink, and then thanked him while returning the water bladder: "This way I have been taken care of by Zuo Qianhu, and a few days ago, I raised my noble hand and let go of the old man's two daughters who didn't know the severity, and the old man was grateful. ”

Zuo Xiong sighed: "Master Fu's official reputation is all over the world, and Zuo has always admired it in his heart. It's a pity that Zuo is in this position, and he can only do these things for adults. ”

Fu Tianfu shook his head and said: "Zuo Qianhu is loyal to the ministry, as it should be. What's more, the old man is already in his last years, so how can he ever care about his death? Seeing that the Dajun Jiangshan has become like this in the blink of an eye, the old man's heart is really like boiling oil. I just look forward to seeing His Majesty when I enter Beijing this time, and I will definitely fight this old bone to make a fool of myself. If you can persuade Your Majesty to change his mind, the old man will always have no fear or regret!"

Listening to the other party talk about the situation in front of him, Zuo Xiong felt speechless. The order he received was to escort the other party back to Beijing and send him directly to the imperial prison, and he would not give the other party a chance to face the saint at all, but he really couldn't bear to tell this venerable old man about this cruel truth. After a moment of silence, he bowed his hand to the prisoner's cart and drove his horse back to the front of the line.

The group walked not far, and a pavilion appeared on the left side of the road ahead, but there were already three people sitting inside.

Zuo Xiong's sharp eyes were like lightning, and at a glance, he could see that the two women among the three were Fu Qingfeng and Fu Yuechi, who let him go last time. But at this moment he could no longer bother to look at the two sisters, and all his attention was drawn to the other one. Although many years have passed, firstly, the image of this person has not changed at all, and secondly, the impression left on him at the beginning was too deep, so he still recognized it at a glance.

"Stop!" After raising his hand to give the order, he ordered his subordinates to take care of the prisoner car, but he got off the horse, walked to the pavilion, and bowed his hand to the young Taoist who was born like a jade, "Zuo Xiong has seen Yu Zhangjiao!"

Now that Yu Tianlai and the Taixuan faction he founded are well-known all over the world, Zuo Xiong naturally will not be unaware.

Yu Tianlai, who was carrying a long sword on his back, got up and returned the salute, and said with a smile: "Don't dare, Poor Dao has seen Zuo Qianhu." Hey, after many years, Zuo Qianhu's cultivation has improved by leaps and bounds, but his official position has not changed much. However, this also shows that Zuo Qianhu can only do things and will not be an official, which makes Poor Dao admire him tightly. ”

Zuo Xiong smiled bitterly and was speechless, because of his cold and upright temperament, his career was really difficult. After finally breaking through to the realm of Jindan a few years ago, the headquarters of the Black Guards issued a document to transfer him to the imperial capital, and his position was still a thousand households, but his power was much reduced compared to when he was in the local area before.

However, seeing that the country was thriving, he did not take his own honor and disgrace to heart, and he was still conscientious and loyal. Unbeknownst to him, with the great change in the emperor's temperament, the function of the black-clothed guard changed from suppressing demons and evil to suppressing loyal and good ministers who dared to speak out.

Although he was unwilling and unwilling to do this, Zuo Xiong was born in a family of black-clothed guards, and received his grandfather's most orthodox black-clothed education since he was a child, and loyalty and obedience to the Dajun dynasty have become a creed engraved into his bone marrow, and even become an indispensable part of his self-cultivation. Therefore, even if he now had the strength of a Jindan Immortal, he would not be able to rebel against his creed as a true black-clothed guard.

For Yu Tianlai's evaluation, he really had all kinds of feelings in his heart, but he couldn't say it, so he had to skip this topic and get straight to the point: "Is Yu Zhangjiao here to save Master Fu?"

Yu Tianlai nodded with a smile: "Whether Master Fu is guilty or not, Zuo Qianhu should know it." In this case, why not fulfill the filial piety of the two young ladies of the Fu family?"

Zuo Xiong said coldly: "Whether Master Fu is guilty or not is up to the court." If everyone is like the two Miss Fu who ignore the law of the country and act arbitrarily, wouldn't this world be even more chaotic? Yu Zhangjiao is a master, but Zuo really doesn't dare to agree with this argument!"

Yu Tianlai shook his head and said: "The poor road is also Zuo Qianhu's heart is like an iron stone, and it is definitely not words that can be shaken. Perhaps, last time Poor Dao exchanged a sword for a knife for Zuo Qianhu, and today we still use the sword to discuss the length of right and wrong?"

Zuo Xiong said solemnly: "Last time, I was fortunate to get Yu Zhangjiao's guidance, so I have today's Zuo, and Zuo is also having the heart to ask Yu Zhangjiao for advice again." ”

Yu Tianlai walked out of the pavilion slowly, stood opposite Zuo Xiong, and then took off the red sword from his back and held it in his palm.

Zuo Xiong unexpectedly took off the three knives behind his back and the two knives on his waist one by one, and discarded them beside the road without care.

Yu Tianlai smiled and asked: "Why did Zuo Qianhu abandon the knife before fighting?"

Zuo Xiong didn't squint, and said indifferently: "Is that a knife?" Zuo forgot their names a few years ago, but he was embarrassed to ask people, thank you for the reminder. ”

Yu Tianlai said with interest: "It turns out that Zuo Qianhu's knife technique has reached the realm of 'abandoning the knife', but it is necessary to learn it." ”

Zuo Xiong still didn't glance at the long knives that he wore day and night, but slowly raised his smooth and smooth right palm, and the cold knife aura of the lack of muscles and bones rose to the sky: "Zuo just forgot the names of those Laoshizi, the knife has always been in Zuo's hand, how could he have abandoned it?"

Yu Tianlai smiled again: "Poor road, it turns out that Zuo Qianhu has already got a knife after giving up the knife, which is amazing!"

Although the other party was drunk through the reality of his sword realm one after another, the expression on Zuo Xiong's face did not change in the slightest, and his tone was as calm as before: "The last time Yu taught the sword to turn into a mountain, it opened Zuo's eyes. Today, Zuo will return with a 'mountain', and ask Yu to teach a review or two. ”

After saying that, he stepped up and deceived himself, raised his right palm and slashed vertically towards the top of Yu Tianlai's head, which was clearly a type of "force splitting Huashan" in weapons such as knives and axes.

But in Yu Tianlai's senses, the other party's knife really has the subtle principle of seizing the heavens and the earth. When a knife is slashed, the essence and spirit in the body are blended as one, and it secretly merges with the mysterious law of the universe outside the body, the rotation of stars, and the cycle of day and night. With such a sympathy between heaven and man, and the unity of man and knife, there is really a mountain in front of him, and he will be forced to split it from it with his knife.