The mountain wind is like a knife, the mountain rain is like a sword, the ancient road is tortuous, muddy and difficult to walk. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

In the wind and rain, an old man, two young and three people braved the cold wind and desperately rushed in the mountains, as if there were evil ghosts asking for their lives behind them.

The old man at the head has gray hair, although his face is calm, there is a trace of anxiety in his eyes, a purple gold-rimmed robe with a very well-cut fit has been torn a few times, a white jade carved dragon belt is tied around his waist, and a three-foot dragon scale purple gold knife is behind his back, and blood is constantly oozing from the corners of his mouth, as if he has suffered extremely serious internal injuries.

This person is Zhao Qiyou, the chief scoop of the Twelve Serial Docks, and the tens of thousands of brothers under his command are all first-class heroes, and thousands of people are fighting for him as soon as he speaks.

Ordinary people in the rivers and lakes have to call "Seven Masters", even if it is the head of the Danxia faction and the king of Zhennan, Liang Zixiang, the first major faction in Chen State, must also shout "Old Seven"!

Such a person is really heroic, but he has always only acted on water, why is he fleeing into the mountains today, and who is he chasing?

Behind him was a man and a woman, both sixteen or seventeen years old. The young man was dressed in a green shirt, with a delicate face, with a bit of heroism, and a long knife on his waist, although he was in danger, he was not in a hurry, and his face was calm and better than the old man.

The girl next to her seemed to be less walking, still a little immature, with a little panic on her face, a goose-yellow long skirt had already been stained with a lot of mud, and her left hand was holding a short sword, perhaps because of excessive force, the joints were already a little white.

This young man is a closed disciple of Zhao Qiyou, named Gao Yanbei, who has worshiped under Zhao Qiyou's door since he was a child.

That girl is Zhao Qiyou's biological daughter, named Zhao Qinglian, who has been learning art with the Dingyin elders of the Jiushao faction since she was a child, and has already entered the house with the Jiushao swordsmanship.

Three days ago, Zhao Qi traveled in a light car, and took Gao Yanbei and Zhao Qinglian to Yandang Mountain to pay tribute to his wife, who is also Zhao Qinglian's mother-in-law.

Unexpectedly, on the way back, the group was intercepted and killed by a group of masked men, and the accompanying guards were killed, and the three were only spared.

Although this group of masked people has not shown their true colors, Zhao Qiyou has been in the rivers and lakes for decades, and his eyes are so old and spicy, he has already seen through the identities of several of them.

The four or five people who took the lead are all well-known qi training masters in the rivers and lakes, and the leader is a very famous swordsman in the rivers and lakes.

When the three of them were running, Zhao Qi was careless, stepped on the air with his foot, stepped on a puddle, and his body staggered, almost falling to the ground.

Gao Yanbei beside him reacted quickly, and hurriedly stretched out his right arm to hold Zhao Qiyou up.

When the girl saw this scene, she couldn't help but feel sad, and two lines of tears mixed with the rain flowed into her mouth, full of bitter taste.

Daddy I was so strong in his life, he never showed half of his weakness in front of people, even if he came back from a life-and-death duel with Wang Weiyang, the leader of the Fengwei Gang ten years ago, and was seriously injured in seven places, he was not allowed to be supported by others, but today... Alas...

Zhao Qinglian said with a sad voice and asked, "Brother Gao, what should we do?"

Gao Yanbei glanced up at the road ahead, his eyes suddenly lit up, and said, "There is a ruined temple in front, let's repair it first and recover a little strength." Master, what do you think?"

Zhao Qi coughed a few times, nodded and said, "Let's do it, the time is not too long, calculate the time, those people are not far away from us." ”

According to his thoughts, he planned to escape from danger in one go, but now that the wind and rain are high, cold water is poured on his body, and his physical strength is extremely fast.

With a "squeak", the three of them pushed open the temple door, and the dry heat wave mixed with the aroma of barbecue came to their faces.

The 12 Lianwu monopolized the water transportation business in the southeast, and over the decades, the accumulated wealth has become more than that of the country.

Zhao Qinglian, as Zhao Qiyou's only daughter, although she can't be said to be pampered, she is also clothed and fed, and she has never suffered half of it.

But since she was ambushed three days ago, she has hardly eaten a full meal, especially after escaping into the mountains last night, she has never eaten anything again, she is cold, hungry, and exhausted.

Unlike his own daughter, Zhao Qi's first reaction was to pull out the dragon scale purple gold knife.

In the deep mountains, it is difficult to walk with twists and turns, even if you can't meet a person for ten days and half a month, it is normal, how can it be so coincidental, just entered the mountain last night, and there are people waiting in front of you today?

However, he immediately sent the long knife back and let down his vigilance, not because of anything else, but because the two people in front of him were not good at the rivers and lakes.

These two people are tall and short, the taller one, nine feet, about forty years old, black hair like ink, scattered draped over the shoulders, mutton fat white Taoist robes are spotless, although they are dressed as Taoist priests, they are holding a large piece of barbecue meat in their hands, and they are eating fragrantly.

The shorter was a young man, no more than twenty years old, about seven feet tall, with clear eyes and a heroic face, a royal blue robe, already stained with mud, with his sleeves rolled up high, setting up a fire, and concentrating on roasting a roe deer.

These two people appeared here at this time, although it was a little weird, but Zhao Qiyou had been crisscrossing the rivers and lakes for decades, and he had already been as wise as a torch, and he could see the bottom of these two people at a glance.

These two people are not full of qi and blood, and they are no different from ordinary people, and there are no calluses on many parts such as wrists and elbows, and there are no traces of martial arts.

Especially young people, although they seem to be hard, they have fine skin and tender meat, and they have hardly experienced any wind and frost.

Zhao Qi glanced at Gao Yanbei and signaled that this place was safe, Gao Yanbei immediately realized and closed the temple door with his backhand.

Zhao Qiyou coughed lightly, stepped in front of the two, and arched his hand and said: "Zhao encountered heavy rain on the road, and had to take shelter from the rain here, so please make it convenient for the two of you." ”

The white-clothed Taoist priest didn't say a word, just gulped down meat.

The young man smiled and said: "Mr. Zhao is serious, meeting is fate, not to mention that there is no owner in the barren mountains and broken temples, where can it be convenient or inconvenient?"

Zhao Qiyou laughed and said, "It's still a little brother!"

He sat cross-legged near the fire to keep warm, and took off the dragon scale purple gold knife behind his back and placed it across his knees. Gao Yanbei and Zhao Qinglian also sat down together and gathered near the fire.

Gao gradually said goodbye to his bold temperament, regardless of the large number of people in the broken temple, he took off his wet clothes, wrung out the water, and baked in front of the fire.

Zhao Qi has his own identity, so naturally he will not undress in front of others, and Zhao Qinglian, as a daughter, can't do this, just stretch out her palms and roast around the fire.

Cuckoo... Cuckoo...

Zhao Qinglian was already hungry, and although she tried her best to endure it, she screamed in her stomach.

Gao Yanbei rushed to the young man and arched his hand, and said, "This brother, can give us some barbecue, and the younger brother will give it with his own money." ”

The young man on the opposite side smiled and said, "This roe deer is very fat, just eat it for the three of you, and talk about what kind of money." ”

While speaking, he tore off several large pieces of meat from the roe deer and handed them to Zhao Qiyou and the others.

Zhao Qiyou was still polite, but Zhao Qinglian couldn't bear it anymore and took a big bite.

The roe deer was extremely fat, and the roasting technique was good, but in a few moments she had swallowed a large piece of meat.

She was about to look up to thank her, when she saw the young man opposite smiling, and handed over a roe deer leg, and after a little hesitation, she took it again and took it in a big gulp.

Zhao Qinglian secretly said in her heart, this roe deer was eaten by us for most of it, and the Taoist priest ate a lot, this little brother must not be full, and he will have to give more money later.

She was thinking about it when she heard the sound of horses' hooves outside.

There was a loud "click", the temple door was kicked open, and seven or eight samurai in robes each held a sword and walked quickly into the temple. (To be continued.) )