A hand as thin as a green onion and as white as a jade shoot slowly opened the curtain on the sedan chair. The moment the curtain was lifted, a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl dressed in a pale yellow gauze and plain white dress amazed all the men present. A green silk hair is combed into a Chinese bun, a Qibao coral hairpin in the hair is reflected like a hibiscus, a pair of clear eyes overflow water, and the pebble-like face is white and flawless, Chu Chu is moving, gentle like water.

The one-eyed scarface stopped when he heard the sound, and although he was unhappy in his heart, he didn't dare to attack.

The woman in the sedan chair poked her head out and said, "Before going out, my father repeatedly told me not to cause trouble, we better go home early!"

One-eyed Scarface said angrily, "Let your kid live a few more days." ”

Wu Hongwen said: "Concession." ”

The sedan chair was carried away by the eight black-clothed men with red ropes around their waists, and disappeared into the crowd. Looking at the young man again, although he was covered in mud, he was still standing there, and he seemed to be fine. The power of the one-eyed scarface palm is so powerful, this young man can still stand calmly, and his internal strength is really good.

The young man still did not say a word, nor did he say thanks. Zhou Jinyu and Wu Hongwen stepped forward to see his injuries, and saw that he was okay and born with a strong physique, tall and handsome, with a pair of sword eyebrows cold and inviolable. Wu Hongwen naturally likes to make friends in the rivers and lakes, he was born in the south of the Yangtze River, and he especially admires the heroes of the rivers and lakes in the north, so he hugged his fists and said: "If this brother doesn't dislike it, can he go upstairs with my two brothers to drink a few big bowls? ”

Zhou Jinyu also said: "Exactly, it is really fate that the rivers and lakes of Nuoda can meet here, and I also have this intention, why don't you go upstairs and get drunk with him?"

The young man has a withdrawn personality, although he does not want to make friends with people, but seeing that the two of them are gracious, it is inappropriate to save each other again, so he hugged his fists and said: "Thanks to the two virtuous brothers, it is better to be respectful than to obey fate." ”

The three of them returned to the table and sat down around the table, and Wu Hongwen and Zhou Jinyu said their names. The young man also said: "In Ouyang Yuting, I just came from Yansui Town, Shaanxi. ”

Ouyang Yuting is not talkative, nor does he drink much, Wu Hongwen asked about Ouyang Yuting's life experience, and he also cherished words like gold, but said that his family had to live in a foreign land due to changes. Although he said little, Zhou Jinyu and Wu Hongwen's interest did not diminish at all, the wine bowls collided, but they poured straight into their stomachs one by one, the clear wine spilled all over their clothes, their cheeks gradually reddened, and they felt that their faces were slightly hot. The three of them drank this altar, and then let Xiao Er go to another altar. Zhou Jinyu was full of alcohol, and he talked more, and when he drank to the fullest, he told his life experience......

Datong Town is the "Nine Sides" town of the Ming Dynasty, with eight guards, seven institutes, and five hundred and eighty-three forts, which is the northwest barrier of the Beijing Division. Zhou Jinyu has lived here since she was a child, and she is used to drinking mare's milk wine and seeing swords and swords. His father, Zhou Qingcang, was the deputy chief military officer of Datong Town, and was promoted by Zhang Juzheng, a scholar, and won the trust of Emperor Wanli.

The Northern Yuan was quickly defeated by the iron cavalry led by General Lan Yu and quickly declined, and since then it has been divided into two, with Tatar in the east and Warat in the west. Although, after the end of the Longqing Peace Conference, the northern border of the Ming Dynasty entered a period of relative peace on the surface, and the Ming began to trade in exchange for peace. However, this kind of stability is very short-lived, border troubles have recurred, frictions have continued, and the people in the northern part of Cyprus are in dire straits, and the people are struggling to make a living. General Qi Jiguang proposed to the imperial court to take the initiative to attack Mongolia, but Zhang Juzheng, a powerful bachelor, had always been conservative and rejected this suggestion. As a result, the Tatar army burned, killed and looted the people of the Ming Dynasty, and the army of the Ming Dynasty also exterminated the Tatar civilians. It is difficult for people born in the splendid land of the south of the Yangtze River to imagine the smoke and flames of war in the north.

One day, Zhou Qingcang, the deputy chief military officer of Datong Town, was leading his troops to inspect the border defense, he heard the sound of shouting and killing not far from the north, thinking that the Mongolian soldiers were coming, and then ordered the soldiers and horses to go out of the city to investigate in person. The afterglow of the setting sun shone on his dark cheeks, shining brightly on the iron armor of Yanling, and the corners of his eyes were full of traces left by the strong wind like a knife in the north. He galloped his horse, his sword swinging up and down in the milky white scabbard as the horse undulated. Soon, he saw a group of Han refugees who had escaped from the Tatar captive camp running towards him in a panic, they looked very weak, as if they had not eaten for several days, whether someone had fallen due to exhaustion, and the Mongolian cavalry who had caught up slit their throats with their bright scimitars. Blood stained the withered yellow meadows red......

Zhou Qingcang's brows were tightly locked, the long whip in his hand was raised, and the red horse Fei under his crotch also rushed towards the Mongolian cavalry. Hearing only the sound of "swish", the long sword had been drawn from the milky white scabbard, and the cold light was shining all around, full of murderous aura. The sword was swung and the BMW galloped, raining blood everywhere it passed. More than a dozen Mongol cavalrymen had fallen from their horses and were dead on the spot. The remaining Mongolian cavalry had already been frightened by the scenery in front of them, turned their horses' heads and wanted to escape, Zhou Qingcang was willing to let go, and caught up with his horse, swinging the long sword in his hand, a few cold lights flashed, and there were no more strong soldiers on the grass. There was not the slightest trace of blood on the long sword, and it did not need to be wiped and was put into its sheath.

The night was hazy and the breeze was blowing. Zhou Jinyu is the only son in the family, and she is bored at home alone. His father was busy with official duties during the day, but his mother went to Xuanfu Province and had not yet returned, leaving only him and a group of servants at home. After eating, he was waiting for his father to come back and tell him stories about the grasslands in Saibei.

Xuanfu is his mother's hometown, his grandfather was the head of the Central Plains Dart Bureau in Xuanfu Town, his uncle and mother followed his grandfather since childhood to learn a fast sword, although he dare not say that he is alone in the world, but no one underestimates it. When my mother was twenty years old, she followed my father to Datong, and the daughter of a rich family lived in Saibei for another twenty years. Uncle did not inherit the Central Plains Dart Bureau but became a general in the army, because of the prestige of the family and his own fast sword was quickly promoted, and there was a famous official in the local area to the third grade. Zhou Jinyu also loves swordsmanship, he was taught by his mother since he was a child, and he only learned his father's sword, he just loved the long sword in his father's milky white scabbard, because his father didn't let him move on weekdays, he became more and more curious.

Soon there was a "creak" of the gate, and it was my father who had returned from the camp. Zhou Qingcang seemed to be a little tired, he was in an important position, and his hard work could only be experienced by himself. Zhou Qingcang chatted with his son hastily and then went back to the room to rest.

The moon was hidden in the mist, and the moonlight was dim. Zhou Jinyu looked up at the sky, and an inexplicable uneasiness welled up in her heart.

Gloom

mist

I'm afraid it's going to rain tomorrow......