April is the cruelest month, with lilacs growing on the wasteland, and letting the spring rain rush those sluggish roots and shoots, mixed with memories and desires.

Standing on the top of the wasteland, people seem so small, looking forward, there is no end to the withered yellow, only the wind-swept grass is rolling happily on the ground.

It's the same with looking backwards.

It's easy to be frightened to travel in such a place, even if the people present are quite famous masters in the Fenghua Prefecture area.

They carried carts of goods, drove cattle and horses, and walked silently with their heads bowed.

At the beginning, the new brothers would sometimes look suspiciously at the little boss hanging in front of the car, but now they are not in the mood for this.

But their boss is really young, he is only fourteen years old this year, although this age would have been able to start a family twenty years ago, but now, Liyang stipulates that men under eighteen and women under sixteen are not allowed to marry.

At the beginning, everyone didn't know why, but the emperor gave an order, and as a common man, he didn't dare to disobey it, especially if you got married before you were old, the government didn't give you a document to approve it, even if you didn't get married.

This is a big deal in Liyang, who pays attention to etiquette, even if the man's family pays more gifts, if it is not counted as Ming Media Marrying, it is estimated that no woman from any family will agree.

The small boss's surname is Shen, and his name is Wansan.

He was now sitting in front of the first carriage and driving his horse, with a short knife pinned to his waist, and his head was drowsy with his head pulled over, and he seemed to be a little bored.

But in fact, even with his eyes closed, his brow was still furrowed.

Before that, he had been riding a horse for seven days in a row, and the skin at the base of his thighs was worn out, and at the moment it was still tightly attached to his trousers, and the slightest movement hurt badly, and it was useless to take medicine.

Even if he has tens of thousands of taels of savings now, he can be called a rich man no matter where he goes, but he knows that money alone is not enough, in this world, there is no corresponding means, and your things, even if they are yours now, may not be yours in the future.

Moreover, he still harbors ambition and hatred in his heart.

Just like the goods that his car is about to be delivered to the front-line camp, even if the escorts are among the best men in Fenghua Prefecture, who can be sure that they will not see the intention of making money?

With the fierce folk customs of Fenghuazhou, the simplicity of the people in the rivers and lakes?

Don't talk nonsense, fool the child, although he is only fourteen years old, he knows after a while that these rough men in Fenghua Prefecture are very thin in their hearts, and they are all thieves and thieves.

You must not judge people by their appearance, if you underestimate anyone, you will suffer a big loss.

His team, in addition to the twelve cargo men, invited a total of eight swordsmen to escort the swordsmen, eight of whom came from different places and did not know each other, but he was still not at ease, and found a guard to protect his safety.

That's right, the eight strong-looking samurai were only responsible for protecting the cargo, and only one of them really kept himself safe, a swordsman, but a cripple with one hand missing.

There are many very powerful cripples in the rivers and lakes, but when people look at this young swordsman, they can no longer be interested in him, because this swordsman lacks the right hand to hold the sword.

But Shen Wansan has a lot of respect for him, if nothing else, just call him Ye Shenglan, who used to be a grandmaster-level master in the Xuanche realm, even if his right hand was cut off, and the cultivation of the left-handed sword has not been smooth, it is undeniable that this is indeed a good hand.

Ye Shenglan used to be his enemy, a member of the Martial Arts Alliance, if it was more than a year ago, Shen Wansan would definitely go up and fight hard when he saw him, but now, the two of them could sit together and eat meat and drink wine.

Shen Wansan spent ten taels of silver very magically to invite Ye Shenglan, who had left the power of the sect, to be his bodyguard, and he always needed his protection, but he wanted to pull out the other party's cramps all the time.

Ye Shenglan could feel the killing intent of the other party, but he didn't expose it, although he had seen the other party, he didn't remember the other party's appearance at all.

At this moment, the Qingling Sword hung unrestrainedly on his waist, swaying in the wind in the car, and he was very relieved to fall asleep, because he knew that the little boss not only couldn't kill him, but also wouldn't kill him at all.

A person like a small boss who cherishes his life and is destined to get rich will not have such a small vision.

Shen Wansan really won't kill Ye Shenglan, not only not now, but it is estimated that he won't do it for a long time in the future, he opened his eyes and looked at the world in front of him, his brows furrowed, and he was very troubled when he thought of this matter.

He felt that he was even annoyed that his eyes were spent, this wasteland was extremely empty, and he couldn't see anyone in the first place, and at this moment, he was in the midst of war, how could he see a swordsman with a sword on his back facing the yellow sand flying in the air?

The body is burly, but you are dressed in tattered clothes and have a stubble on your face, and you really don't have the slightest master's demeanor.

The other party kept moving forward, their convoy stopped, and the other party didn't look like they stopped at all, to say that the wasteland is so big, there is not even a road, or where to go, but big guy, do you see the car and don't know how to give way?

Shen Wansan's heart was extremely entangled, he had already seen that the other party was definitely coming towards the convoy, and at the moment, he was powerless, so he could only pray that these guards he had paid for could have some effect.

The guards invited by Shen Wansan are indeed not ambiguous at all, they are usually very horizontal in the township, and seeing that someone dares to play tricks in front of them, the ruthlessness in their hearts comes up.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

"Tell you to stop, do you hear me!"

"Look for death!"

Three sentences are not speculative, the eight people just drew their swords and moved their hands, saying that it was not right to speculate, because the person on the other side didn't say anything at all, and didn't even look at them directly.

Three swords and five swords, from different angles, but in front of them, attacked at the same time.

Although he is extremely arrogant, he is not ambiguous under his hands, and he dares to walk alone in this wasteland, everyone knows that the opponent is not easy to mess with.

But they didn't expect it to be so easy to mess with.

In the face of eight weapons attacking at the same time, in the imagination of several people, no matter what kind of master they are, they will have to be in a hurry, and if they don't pay attention, they may even die in an instant.

But the man only flicked his hand, very casually, as if swinging a mosquito and fly in the hot summer, and eight blades made of stainless steel were broken from it.

Several people looked at each other with shocked expressions.

You know, they are not weak, one of them has even reached the realm of Xianfeng, but in front of the wandering swordsman, there is no difference like the others.

Could this person be a martial arts master of the Xuantho realm?

But you're always a great grandmaster, why are you bothering us?

Just when a few people couldn't figure it out, Ye Shenglan also opened her eyes, held a sword in her left hand, and sent a sword forward.

His sword was extremely sudden, and in the past few days, even if he had a sword hanging from his waist, no matter how good-looking he looked, he still had no sense of existence, and he sat there with his head down, like a chauffeur.

No one would have thought that he would draw his sword at this time, not even the eight samurai who were traveling with him.

No one would have thought that this sword would be so fast, making people's eyes bloom, turning into a dazzling white light, his arm was straightened, and the sword stabbed out, that speed, so that the few people who also made the sword on the side of the carriage were out of reach, even the wandering swordsman on the opposite side was slightly stunned.

None of the eight guards thought that this coachman, who had lost his right hand, would still be so swift with his left-handed sword, but fortunately they didn't have any strange thoughts before, and they had been hiding for so long, if it weren't for such a passerby, they really couldn't test his depth.

However, they were stunned for a while.

Their pupils shrank, their faces were confused, and the sword that was so fast as lightning before was pinched lightly by the wandering swordsman with two fingers, and said with a sad face: "Good sword." ”

It's really a good sword, even your old two fingers can't get past it, and the eight samurai instantly feel very hurt.

However, at this time, Shen Wansan, who had been stunned for a long time, finally recognized him after hearing the voice of the wandering swordsman, and shouted in surprise: "Li Wenshuo!"

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Chapter Summary April is the most cruel month, with lilacs growing on the wasteland, and letting the spring rain urge those sluggish roots and shoots, mixed with memories and desires.

Standing on the top of the wasteland, people seem so small, looking forward, there is no end to the withered yellow, only the wind-swept grass is rolling happily on the ground.

It's the same with looking backwards.

It's easy to be frightened to travel in such a place, even if the people present are quite famous masters in the Fenghua Prefecture area.

They carried carts of goods, drove cattle and horses, and walked silently with their heads bowed.

At the beginning, the new brothers would sometimes look suspiciously at the little boss hanging in front of the car, but now they are not in the mood for this.

But their boss is really young, he is only fourteen years old this year, although this age would have been able to start a family twenty years ago, but now, Liyang stipulates that men under eighteen and women under sixteen are not allowed to marry.

At the beginning, everyone didn't know why, but the emperor gave an order, and as a common man, he didn't dare to disobey it, especially if you got married before you were old, the government didn't give you a document to approve it, even if you didn't get married.

This is a big deal in Liyang, who pays attention to etiquette, even if the man's family pays more gifts, if it is not counted as Ming Media Marrying, it is estimated that no woman from any family will agree.

The small boss's surname is Shen, and his name is Wansan.

He was now sitting in front of the first carriage and driving his horse, with a short knife pinned to his waist, and his head was drowsy with his head pulled over, and he seemed to be a little bored.

But in fact, even with his eyes closed, his brow was still furrowed.

Before that, he had been riding a horse for seven days in a row, and the skin at the base of his thighs was worn out, and at the moment it was still tightly attached to his trousers, and the slightest movement hurt badly, and it was useless to take medicine.

Even if he has tens of thousands of taels of savings now, he can be called a rich man no matter where he goes, but he knows that money alone is not enough, in this world, there is no corresponding means, and your things, even if they are yours now, may not be yours in the future.

Moreover, he still harbors ambition and hatred in his heart.

Just like the goods that his car is about to be delivered to the front-line camp, even if the escorts are among the best men in Fenghua Prefecture, who can be sure that they will not see the intention of making money?

With the fierce folk customs of Fenghuazhou, the simplicity of the people in the rivers and lakes?

Don't talk nonsense, fool the child, although he is only fourteen years old, he knows after a while that these rough men in Fenghua Prefecture are very thin in their hearts, and they are all thieves and thieves.

You must not judge people by their appearance, if you underestimate anyone, you will suffer a big loss.

His team, in addition to the twelve cargo men, invited a total of eight swordsmen to escort the swordsmen, eight of whom came from different places and did not know each other, but he was still not at ease, and found a guard to protect his safety.

That's right, eight looks