Twenty-five miles to the north, Jinguancheng is surrounded by seven mountains, and more than a dozen streams form their own paths, leading to the depths of the unknown mountains. Shushu.com is the fastest updated

For Lu Guanchao, who has just arrived, it is indeed difficult to find the valley hidden in the deep mountains by relying on the stream.

Fortunately, not long after leading the team into the mountain, it began to rain. Many of the ancient waterways that had been dried up and diverted were re-accumulating surging streams, which made the old map in hand much easier to identify at once.

Half a month ago, according to the helmsman's order, he led dozens of elite thugs to surprise attack the small stronghold of the remnants of the previous dynasty in White Horse Town. Although the old immortal master who pretended to be a blacksmith was surrounded and killed in the courtyard, and it could be regarded as beheading a small leader of the other party, the most critical person was not caught.

Going back empty-handed, obviously sorry for the helmsman's expectations. Lu Guanchao turned the blacksmith shop upside down, found this map, and hurriedly asked the cabinet for reinforcements, and came to this valley along the vine.

When he saw the plank road, which had obviously been carefully tended by someone not long ago, he was secretly happy that he had really hit the right luck.

He did not take the plank road, but ordered his men to cross the shallows, shouted and killed, and rushed to the end of the plank road, which was only a hundred feet away from the small residence by the lake.

The sky roared in the wind and rain, and the thatched huts in the middle of the valley were like rootless weeds floating in the gray and white sky, crumbling.

Lu Guanchao smiled fiercely in his heart. There is only this grass house in this valley, and there are hundreds of elite horsemen behind him, and the disparity in strength is immediately high. The people hiding in the house heard this deafening sound of rushing and killing at this time, and they were afraid that they were already frightened, right?

As long as he gave an order, even if he destroyed this house, it would only take a blink of an eye.

Half of the riders had already stepped through the shallows, spreading out a square array on the flat ground in front of the house. Lu Guanchao immediately crossed the halberd at the front, smiling coldly.

He had seen a man walking out of the hut in a long way.

Rain cats and dogs.

The visitor was holding an oil-paper umbrella, but it was not opened.

The umbrella buckle was properly closed, and she let the pouring rain fall all over her body, never stopping.

After squinting his eyes and observing carefully for a while, after making sure that there was not a single qi surging on the person's body, Lu Guanchao laughed wildly.

He raised his halberd hand and shouted.

"Array!"

Behind him, the hundred horsemen raised their guns for a while, clamped the horse's belly, and were all ready to attack.

Dense raindrops fell on the withered yellow lily hats of the soldiers, and the armor under them was vertical and horizontal.

They are like a hundred pillars of pitch-black sculptures poured on this place, and their appearance is merciless.

Kill like a ghost and a god coming.

However, such a threat did not stop the man.

She walked unhurriedly, as if the rain in the sky had not fallen on her, as if the hundred iron horsemen in front of her had not blocked her path, as if the iron spears that had been lined up were not pointed in front of her.

It was as if there was nothing in front of her, and she was holding only an oil-paper umbrella.

This kind of cozy attitude made Lu Guanchao very unhappy, he calmed his face and raised his voice.

"Raise your head, you Li Tang remnant! Take a good look at who is standing in front of you!"

Liao Xiaoran stopped.

She raised her head as she said and glanced at Lu Guanchao.

This made Lu Guanchao secretly a little proud, and a feeling of controlling others spontaneously arose, and he said again: "Heh, you are the only one left? Tell me where you hid the little prince, I can consider leaving you a whole corpse." ”

He knew that this hollow valley was far away, surrounded by mountains, and there was only one way in and out behind him, so it was pointless to send someone here to delay time.

So, if the person he's looking for isn't in that hut, he's probably not here. But this trip can pluck out a remnant of the former dynasty for the helmsman, and it is not for nothing, but this woman is destined to die here.

Liao Xiaoran said unshockedly: "There is no little prince here, there is just an unknown Liao family slave. ”

Lu Guanchao was stunned, and then sneered uncontrollably.

"Hahahahaha, who am I, it turned out to be the slave of the Liao family! The Emperor of the Great Song Dynasty also treats you well, how many years have you been, and you still have the delusion of recovering the Tang Dynasty! I think your determination is not bad, it is better to consider joining our Black Cloud Society, and in the future, the territory will be divided, and maybe I can give you a king. ”

"No need. ”

In the pouring rain, Liao Xiaoran's eyes were clear.

Lu Guanchao laughed cruelly: "It's okay, anyway, for you ignorant house slaves with iron hearts, the helmsman has always meant only one word, kill." ”

He said disdainfully: "If you are the only one, you will know each other, and you will judge yourself here, so that I will not have to work hard to wipe the blood on the knife." ”

Liao Xiaoran shook his head.

"Definitely. All the military masters came here in the dust, if they didn't give up with a little hospitality, wouldn't it seem that my Tang people were scheming and small?"

Lu Guanchao narrowed his eyes into a slit.

"What are you going to entertain us?"

"It's just a home-cooked dish. There are no delicacies from the Liao family, and I hope you will ......."

A killing intent flashed in Liao Xiaoran's pupils. "Don't be disgusted. ”

Lu Guanchao was stunned and looked at the unpretentious oil-paper umbrella in her hand.

The rain was pouring down, but Liao Xiaoran only held the umbrella in his hand from beginning to end, and did not mean to open it.

A rider of more than 100 elites behind him, with strong and stubborn and excellent martial arts.

A holding an unopened paper umbrella, graceful and graceful, the charm still exists, but there is no martial arts.

No matter how he thought about it, Lu Guanchao didn't believe that he would lose.

Although in the Black Cloud Club, he can't even rank the first word, and he is only the second general of the second word, but he is also a second-grade skill, and in the face of an unarmed old woman, there is naturally no suspense about the outcome of the victory.

But in front of Liao Xiaoran's firm eyes, he was still flustered.

That's not the look of a loser.

It is better to say that even if Liao Xiaoran has already been blinded to death, he will never think that he will be defeated.

The long-lost panic swept through my heart and rose to my throat, turning into a sneer.

He sneered: "Home-cooked side dishes, you also know that the Liao family slaves can't offer any delicacies from the mountains and seas, and they are also worthy of getting an axe in front of me Lu Guanchao?"

Looking at the entire rivers and lakes, he Lu Guanchao can also be regarded as a warrior with a head and a face, how could he feel frightened in front of a woman who doesn't even have a name or surname?

"Whether you are worthy or not, it's not up to me to have the final say, and I ask you to taste it and then tell you about it. ”

Liao Xiaoran raised the paper umbrella in his hand.

"The Liao family slave is the self-proclaimed name of the old slave, and it is definitely not Your Excellency, which can be defiled casually. ”

A pillar of lightning suddenly struck through the dim sky, followed by thunder that resounded throughout the empty valley.

Torrential rain struck and shattered the mirror-smooth surface of the lake.

Liao Xiaoran, who had already been drenched in the rain, slowly took a step forward.

At the same time, open the paper umbrella in your hand.

That umbrella was certainly not meant to keep out the rain. Lu Guanchao was clear about this, and he was also ready to fight back after it was opened, and when he saw the umbrella opened, he immediately raised the halberd in his hand.

But the rain of hidden weapons, as he expected, did not hit. There is still only one kind of rain in the valley.

I only heard Liao Xiaoran say: "Luo Jian's seven sealed swords will not be four years old, and then one sword will break through one product and three realms." Dongfang was indifferent for seven years, and then the Gobi suddenly rose a ten-mile tornado. Wu Jiuhao did not touch the sword for ten years, and then broke through the Nine Realms and became a sword immortal in one day. ”

"The old slaves are not talented, and they don't have the same impressive talent as them. ”

"There is only an oil-paper umbrella, deliberately for 70 years, in order to open the sky. ”

Lu Guanchao was shocked when he heard this: "Seventy years! How long have you lived?"

Liao Xiaoran smiled silently.

"I have the same roots as Yuwen Guhang, he is still like a teenager, but I am a little older first. ”

After speaking, the oil-paper umbrella opened leisurely.

Lu Guanchao's heart shook wildly.

Of course, he had also heard the legend of Yuwen Lonely Hanging. The man who has inherited the leaf phase for twenty years, but seems to have never aged age, is actually out of the same door as the remnant of the Liao family in front of him.

And the day after that, the rain rolled up.

There seems to be a unique qi in the heavens and the earth, stretching for thousands of miles in the sky, and at this moment it suddenly comes, and all of them gather on the shore of this silent lake.

Behind Lu Guanchao, a hundred iron horsemen and Xuanjia slammed.

Liao Xiaoran's long clothes were bulging, her hair was fluttering wildly in the wind, and the ten feet of rain around her seemed to be fleeing, scrambling away from her and the oil-paper umbrella in her hand.

Now how can it be called an ordinary oil-paper umbrella?

The buckle is unfastened, and the wooden brace of the eight legs automatically props up outward as if it were alive. The withered and almost shiny surface of the umbrella trembles like cicada wings, as if it is about to shatter at the touch of a button.

Liao Xiaoran stood on tiptoe and gently rotated the umbrella in his hand.

Lu Guanchao's face turned pale, and he suddenly clamped the horse's belly and came out with a halberd.

"The arrogant former lackeys dare to bark here, I'm afraid I didn't take my Jiangbei Lu Banyue in my eyes!"

The halberd contained deep internal force, blasted through the wind and rain, and roared towards Liao Xiaoran.

The momentum of the paper umbrella in Liao Xiaoran's hand rose to the highest.

She smiled wryly.

"The remnants of the Liao family, hold this umbrella for the heroes of the old Tang Dynasty, please give me advice!"

In a word, it is the beginning and the end.

It is a declaration of war and a peerless speech.

The sky is blazing on the silent lakeside.

Zhao Wu'an suddenly turned his head and looked at the foot of the mountain.

Through the heavy rain, it seemed as if a sun was about to rise.

He looked at it in a daze for a long time, and suddenly understood something in his heart, and lowered his head with a wry smile.

Behind him, the old tomb whispered silently.

"Told me this, and then asked me to choose my own path of life freely, and finally made me forget about you. Liao Niang, you are really ......"

When he looked up again, his face was covered with droplets, but not raindrops.

The sword box behind him let out a low roar, and six flying swords came out of the box and levitated beside him, and the sword qi broke through the rain curtain.

"How could I have forgotten you......? I will never forget my mother, and I will never forget you. ”

Everything she did for him, everything he did for her.

Whether it's a mission or a misunderstanding, after all, it was she who finally told her to live according to her heart.

Someone who truly loves you will choose to give you freedom even in the most powerless moments.

"That's what I remember. He whispered.

Six flying swords flew out at the same time, galloping down the mountain.

With a desolate sword roar, rain began to fall on the lakeshore again.

Rain of blood.