Gu Shenwei recognized the flag.

Still two years ago, dozens of people from the Gu family left the Central Plains, was passing through the desert, heading to the unknown Western Regions, hiring many helpers on the way, one of them was carrying the Jinpeng flag, he was not the leader, but he was always at the front of the team, he was not a servant, he didn't do any chores, he was never far from the employer, and those groom handymen were a little afraid of him.

The journey to the Western Regions was boring and boring, but there was one thing that Gu Shenwei remembered clearly, during the nearly one-month journey, they had not encountered any robber attacks, which seemed to confirm the judgment of the old man Gu Lun on the situation in the Western Regions, but in fact, it was because of the protection of Jinpeng Castle.

Jinpeng Fort used to be the protector of the Gu family, which added to Gu Shenwei's doubts: why did the protector become a slaughterer after two years? He even began to wonder if the robber Flying Eagle was mistaken.

The two people holding the flag stopped in place, and the black knight approached alone, stopped when he was more than ten steps away from Long Fei, turned over and dismounted, put the longbow in his hand, and did not hurry, as if he was about to say hello to an old friend he had met by chance.

"The Snow Mountain Swordsman visited the territory of Jinpeng Castle, what a rare guest. ”

"Hey, it's rare for a Jinpeng Castle killer to dare to fight alone. ”

"I had no choice but to learn the art of fighting for a few days. ”

"In the snowy mountains to play the multi-bladed dragon Fit. ”

Long Fit held the sword in both hands, the tip of the sword still pointing diagonally to the ground.

"I have been looking up for a long time, and I am nobody in Jinpeng Castle, which is not worth mentioning. ”

The black-clothed killer drew his knife, unlike the scimitars commonly used by the robbers, the knife in his hand was straight and narrow, and the blade was no more than two feet long, like an embroidery needle compared to the great long sword of the dragon fit.

The two got closer and closer, and the crowd of onlookers held their breath, waiting for a life-or-death blow.

Gu Shenwei was even more worried in his heart, looking forward to the victory of the Snow Mountain Swordsman, he had already made up his mind that no matter how Long Feidu treated the two teenagers around him later, he would not interfere again.

The killer and the swordsman approached within three steps, and neither of them made a move, and within one step, they still didn't move, and the two stared at each other, like acquaintances who were about to pass by, just nodding their heads.

Gu Shenwei's heart hung in his throat, he had seen many martial arts competitions, and he had participated in a few times, the two sides always put on a posture from a long distance, and kept changing their moves while approaching, no one had ever been as casual as these two, and they didn't even have a little murderous aura.

The killer and the swordsman were already side by side, there was only less than a step in the middle, only half a step would be staggered, they still turned their heads to stare at each other, and the murderous aura suddenly burst out in full force, from nothing to domineering in just an instant, the short knife and the long sword attacked at the same time.

Even if they had been prepared, even if they had been watching, the crowd of onlookers was still taken aback, and they couldn't help but lean back, as if the sword in the distance was calling their vital point.

The sword and sword struck as fast as lightning, but they did not intersect, and the black-clothed killer retreated faster than the speed of the sword, and in the blink of an eye, he had retreated five steps away, right on the edge of the long sword's attack range.

Long Fei didn't wait for the sword moves to get old, and he also retracted the sword momentum in time.

The first move seemed to be indistinguishable, Gu Shenwei felt that the Snow Mountain swordsman was stronger, but he was not very sure, because he remembered what his father Gu Lun had said.

Gu Lun has always been very indulgent to his youngest son, and never forced him to practice hard, but when he reviewed his prudence and commented on other people's martial arts, Gu Lun was rarely serious, pointed to his eyes, and then pointed to his hands, and said:

"It's much harder to have a good pair of eyes than it is to have a good pair of hands. ”

Gu Shenwei didn't think much of this at the time, but now he believes it.

Long Fei killed six outlaws in a few moves, and the Jinpeng Fort killer quietly slaughtered dozens of people from the Gu family, even if the black-clothed killer in front of him was not the person concerned, his skills were not far behind, both of them were masters of false retribution, but when they fought for life and death, the moves were simple to the point of simplicity, but a split and a stab, it was similar to the spear of the old servant Yang Zheng who had not changed for thousands of years.

On the contrary, Gu Shen is for himself, and he has learned several sets of boxing and knife techniques, and when he talks about the complicated martial arts schools in the Central Plains, he is even more head-on, but he has no power to fight back when he encounters the most ordinary robbers.

Flashy, this is his father Gu Lun's comment on him with a smile and shaking his head.

The killer and the swordsman clashed again, this time the two did not approach slowly, but like a sharp arrow full of strength and a leopard with tense muscles, they jumped up, and suddenly came, and the swords collided, making a piercing grinding sound.

It was the black-clad killer who retreated first, and farther away, until he was ten paces away, his expression nervous, as if every hair was standing on end.

Long Fit swung his sword again and took a big step forward.

Gu Shenwei's heart moved, thinking that the Snow Mountain Swordsman was about to pursue the opponent and launch a fatal blow, but he was wrong, Long Feidu only took one step and stopped, and the two sides were in a stalemate.

The two faced each other like statues, which lasted for a long time, bewildering the surrounding audience, and no one dared to applaud rashly, in case they stood on the wrong line, but they would cause death.

"Compassion, I should have thought of it. The Dragon Fit suddenly knelt down on one leg, his hands still gripping the hilt of the sword, but it was no longer a weapon to kill, just a support.

Gu Shenwei didn't know what "Compassion San" was, and he was not the only one who didn't know anything about it, but everyone knew one thing: the Snow Mountain Swordsman had been plotted.

"Swordsmen like you are always like this, 'I should have thought of it a long time ago', but I was defenseless. Hum. The black-clothed killer's tone was full of disdain, and there was no mercy for the defeated opponent.

Fifteen years ago, King Dubu vowed to destroy all of them forever, and now he has reappeared, it seems that Jinpeng Castle is still the same as before, and it is not worth believing. ”

"Hehe, it seems that you know a lot, but you are wrong, this is not mercy, so, the oath of the king has not been broken, and Jinpeng Fort is still credible, especially the fact that Jinpeng Fort never leaves a living mouth, you must believe it. ”

The black-clad killer walked behind Long Fei as he spoke, the sharp tip of his knife resting against the swordsman's shoulder socket.

That's it? Gu Shenwei couldn't believe it, and looked forward to Long Feidu fighting back, but this was just a teenager's extravagant hope, good people should defeat bad guys, and righteousness should overpower conspiracy and trickery, and the snow mountain swordsman should have "thought of it a long time ago", too many "shoulds" will never become a reality.

The black-clothed killer's narrow knife was slowly inserted until the hilt, Long Fei did not resist, and died unfazed, only the corpse kept kneeling with the sword, and not far away, there were six robbers who died under his sword.

The black-clad killer held the narrow knife that was still dripping blood, and turned to look at the dozens of robbers.

He had slain a true swordsman, and he was still the victor, so they knew that they could kill him with a bang, but all the robbers, however arrogant they might have been in robbing people and livestock, were like little sheep in the face of vicious dogs, and they bowed their eyebrows.

The killer looked at him with disdain, wiped the blood on the knife on Long Feidu's body, put the knife into the sheath, slowly walked back to his horse, turned over on the horse, pondered for a while, and said coldly:

"Leave as soon as you finish your business, and no one is allowed to stay. ”

The robbers nodded yes as if they had been granted amnesty.

The swordsmen of the snowy mountains are disappointing, the robbers are even more disdainful, and the dawn of revenge has just emerged and dimmed.

Gu Shenwei couldn't figure out how he could defeat the enemies of Jinpeng Castle, he originally thought that if he had practiced the Harmony Strength Quick Method, he would be able to come to the door to challenge and kill all the enemies, but now he realized that things were far from being so simple and easy.

But he understood one thing, his father, his master, Yang Zheng, and his two elder brothers were not powerless, and they were also plotted like Long Feidu.

The black-clad killer urged his horse forward, turned east at the junction, and entered the territory of Jinpeng Castle, and behind him, two flag-bearers followed closely, like two lionesses following behind the male lion who had just defeated the invaders, and the watchers to the west of the junction were nothing more than a pack of wild dogs with shrunken necks.

"Leave as soon as you're done with business. Gu Shenwei quickly understood the meaning of this sentence, and found that he had also become a commodity.

Soon after the Jinpeng Castle killers passed, a caravan came from the mountain pass in the north, lined up in a long queue, some on horseback, some in vehicles, different costumes, and hundreds of people.

The merchant and the bandit, the two groups of people, who were often at odds with each other, reached a tacit understanding of peace on this road, and both sides waited for each other, and the robbers took out the goods and people they had stolen, and like young men who had just entered the trade, they sold their things to the merchants who walked by, most of which they could not name.

Merchants were very fond of this kind of trading, not only cheap, but if they were lucky, they could buy a rare treasure of unknown origin from the hands of uninformed robbers, and most importantly, the T-junction was safe, and the most ferocious bandits had to suppress their inner impulses and not dare to move a finger of the merchant carrying gold and silver.

The merchants had already paid the price, paying protection money to the biggest "bandit" in the Western Regions, Jinpeng Castle, in exchange for privileges from petty bandits.

The transaction was in full swing, and the bloody aura of the seven corpses was washed away in an instant, and people came and went, and when Gu Shenwei saw the snow mountain swordsman not far away again through the crowd, the corpses had fallen, the long sword was gone, and several corpses were obviously looted.

Gu Shenwei was full of emotion and didn't know why, but the two teenagers in front of him didn't have much thought, the two had just escaped, and the "life-saving benefactor" turned out to be the killer of Jinpeng Castle, and now they were going to save themselves.

The two opened their mouths to bite the rope on their hands, and the captives on the left and right were stunned for a moment, and they all realized that the string of people was free, and that their "masters" - the six robbers of the Flying Eagle Gang - had become dead.

However, at this Dingke intersection dominated by robbers and merchants, the "master" is obviously not a rare thing, and the ropes in the hands of the captives have not yet been bitten, and several merchants have come over, without saying a word, and command their servants to cut the ropes and prepare to receive this team of "goods".

Some obediently followed the new "master", while others explained to would-be merchants.

"I'm not a slave!"

Gu Shenwei shouted at the bearded man who was rushing towards him, and the two teenagers in front of him also shouted in another language, no matter which language, they all laughed.

The bearded man put away the short knife that cut the rope, grabbed one of Gu Shenwei's arms, and wanted to take him to the car, but Gu Shenwei had nowhere to vent his anger, so he used all his strength and kicked on the bearded man.

Although Gu Shenwei is not very old and has not learned martial arts at home, the power of this kick is not small, the beard screamed in pain, he became angry, and hit Gu Shenwei's lower abdomen with a punch.

This punch was stronger than Gu Shenwei's kick, Gu Shenwei originally thought of a move to deal with, but before he could use it, he was beaten to a stumbling position, and the bearded man was much more ruthless than the Gu family's Zhuang Ding.

The bearded man was about to be beaten again, and a merchant snapped a few words, presumably to tell him not to kill the slave, which was the goods he had just "bought".

The bearded man who was kicked was very resentful, and when he opened the wooden door of the cage car, he deliberately hit the young man's head on the wooden fence, Gu Shenwei only felt dizzy in his brain, and the whole person was thrown in.

There was a living person in the place where he fell, and the man screamed and kicked Gu Shenwei away, Gu Shenwei rolled aside, and it took a while to regain consciousness and find that the caravan had re-entered the road, following the footsteps of Jinpeng Banner to the east.

There was not one cage, there was a string behind it, and all the carts were pulled by strong oxen with two horns, and many hideous-looking horsemen followed on both sides of the convoy.

Gu Shenwei looked back at the cage car, and there were more than a dozen children curled up in the weeds, staring at him with the panicked eyes of small beasts, not knowing which one was the one who was pressed by him just now.

The hope of defecting to the Great Snow Mountain was shattered, and Gu Shenwei could only return to the original path of hope, he reached out to touch the white silk in his arms, to check if there were any words on it that he most wanted to see.

The white silk is gone.

Gu Shenwei's brain buzzed, and he touched his whole body up and down, the white silk was indeed gone, and there was no trace of it in the grass piles before and after.