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Suddenly I heard the leaves falling and the autumn wind,

The moon reflects the cold steps against the candle red.

Don't write the chrysanthemum shadow in front of the fence,

Only add old stones and pines.

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"And the third one?

Late at night, the frost and fog outside the window are thick, but the interior is like a spring breeze. Xue Yu, a young man in a green shirt, heard that there were other ways out of the customs, and his eyes lit up with excitement.

"Yes. That road is about 100 miles, and at least 60% of the distance can be saved. ”

"That's good, let's go like this, let's go tomorrow! Hey, maybe we can catch the Garan Sword Alliance Conference, that's great!"

"But...... That road has been deserted for many years, and there are few people along the way, so it must be more difficult than the others......"

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid! I have two elders of Songshi. What are you...... The name is good, the arrogant arrogance, it is estimated that it will not be too bad. That's it!"

Xue Yu talked to himself, not listening to Yang Ao's persuasion at all. A jar of wine had bottomed out, and the candles were about to burn out, so he yawned, curled up on the east side of the kang, pulled the quilt, and shook his hand, meaning that he was sleepy, and everyone should rest. Yang Ao understood, took the broken sword and put it beside him, blew out the candle, touched the other end of the earthen kang, and slept in his clothes.

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The rooster crows five watches, and the sky is slightly white.

Because I was in a different place, I didn't dare to relax a little, so this night was muddy and nightmare, waking up from time to time. After staying up until dawn, Yang Ao simply got up and went out of the room, scooped up the spring water in the clay jar behind the house, and hurriedly washed.

The shopkeeper had already been in the guest hall early, and when he saw someone coming out, he nodded timidly. The door of the store was also open, and the mountain fog poured in the cold. Outside, the bamboo branches hung low, and like the pine forest below the slope, they were all covered with dew and verdant.

When he walked to Uncle Zhang's room, he planned to call him to get up and prepare food and horses to set off, but he saw the door of the room creak open, and three people walked out in succession, it was Uncle Zhang and the other two old men in purple.

"Oh, the young owner, you're up," Uncle Zhang looked happy, and pointed to the two next to him and said, "This is the second elder of Songshi, and they just happened to be going south to get out of the customs." We discussed it last night, and we were going to go together, and we wanted to report to you. ”

Yang Ao shook his head, reported his name and surname to each other, and recognized Nian Geng and the glory of sword power.

Seeing these two old men, their outfits were almost identical, and their sword power cultivation had also reached the high-level glory of a five-star swordsman. It's just that the older one is a little fatter, with short eyebrows, white hair, and the surname is Song's name Henian, and the other is slightly thin, with long sword eyebrows, gray hair, and his surname is Zhongyue.

After the greetings, the four of them knocked on the door of the room with their hands, evoking Yang Ruoqing and Xue Yu, who were still sleeping. After spending another cup of tea, Yang Ruoqing finished dressing up and changed into a pink silk skirt, which was even more slim and moving. When she saw Xue Yu in a green shirt folding a fan, her youthful heart couldn't help but ripple in circles.

Everyone had breakfast, prepared enough dry food, water and wine, settled the bill, and led the horses to set off. Yang Ao and Shi Zhongyue led the way in front, among them were Xue Yu, Zhang Bo and Yang Ruoqing, plus two mules and horses carrying luggage, and the rear of the Songhe Nian Palace.

A group of six people and eight horses embarked on the mountain road where the frost and dew had not disappeared.

And those scarred Black Tiger Hall subordinates were still cowering in another grass hut at this moment and did not dare to show their faces. A minion saw Yang Ao and them walking away through the crack in the window, and only then did he turn around and report.

The leader wrapped his face in bandages, gritted his teeth and said hatefully: "Ah Si should have arrived, right?"

"We set off last night, and now we should have gotten the news in the hall and prepared ......"

"Okay!, these weird gentles, and that stinky boy with a hat! Wait and see! Let you taste the power of our Black Tiger Hall!" the leader scolded viciously, a sinister sneer on his lips.

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The inn came out and went into the deep forest.

After about ten miles of walking, the twin peaks on both sides are sandwiched, and an icy stream looms in the rocks, up and down, sometimes wide and sometimes narrow, always parallel to the body, which also makes the already dew-stained mountain road more slippery.

Yang Ao turned back from time to time to remind everyone to be careful with their feet, but saw Xue Yu riding a sturdy white horse, shaking a folding fan, and looking at him with a mysterious smile. And behind him, his pink-clad braided sister held the reins lightly and rode a black and shiny Xuanxue horse, seemingly a little embarrassed, with a faint flush on her face.

This atmosphere is a little dull and a little embarrassing.

Just as he wanted to say some nonsense to relieve his boredom, he heard Shi Zhongyue beside him pull out his long sword and roared: "It's here!"

Looking ahead, it was already a rocky beach. The streams that follow all the way have converged into a river surface dozens of zhang wide, passing through the cliffs on both sides. The water also became more turbulent, like thousands of horses galloping and waves crashing. About a stone's throw away, there is a rope suspension bridge between the two mountains, about three feet above the water, and there are steep slopes on the shore.

To cross this torrent, you have to drive your horse straight up and over the chain bridge. However, on this side of the bridge, before the steep slope, a simple grass hut was erected, and there were more than 10 people who helped the big men with black scarves on their heads.

These people are full of flesh, not like a good class, and in addition to everyone holding swords, there is also a gray-faced flag diagonally planted on the side of the grass hut, in which is embroidered a majestic black tiger, which is waving in the wind, whirring.

"Black Tiger Hall?" Yang Ao couldn't help but exclaim, glancing at the purple-clothed swordsman with gray hair on the right side.

"Hmm......" Shi Zhongyue snorted, reined in the horse's head, raised his long sword in his right hand, and motioned for everyone to stop.

Xue Yu took advantage of the situation and drove up and moved to the right side of the purple-clothed sword master, while Song Henian behind the palace was still at the end of the line, protecting the people and horses. However, his sword was also unsheathed.

"Don't move, but act when the opportunity comes. After Shi Zhongyue finished speaking, he shook the reins and slowly greeted the big men. Three people were immediately sent over there.

Both sides seem to have a tacit understanding and keep a distance of about a zhang.

Seeing that Shi Zhongyue did not dismount, he only hung his sword and hugged his fist, and shouted loudly: "Presumably my friend is a brother of the Black Tiger Hall! At home in the Sun Moon Palace, side by side outside, they are all friends of Hewu, please let go of the sky!"

Yang Ao heard these words, half familiar, half surprised. The so-called Sun Moon Palace, side by side, and a line of heaven are all jargon to bandits when they encounter a robbery, and it seems that although Xue Yu and they are foreigners, they are also colleagues in the dart game.

The three fierce-looking men over there were a little surprised when they heard this, and one of the red-faced men waved his scimitar and replied, "Since you are a friend of Hewu, whose clothes are you wearing?"

"Wear a friend's outfit. ”

"Whose meal did you eat?"

"Eat a friend's meal. ”

"Friend's clothes, friends' meals, why don't you see your friends' eyes?" - "eye" is a black word in the rivers and lakes, which is the banner of the dart game. This means that if you are darts, why don't you plant your own flags?

"It's all singing, but it's a pity that Haizi is dumb! The guest comes from the north and wants to go to the south, and the master is like Zhaoziliang, eat a bowl of tea and make a brother! The tea money is not much, but fortunately, the water flows for a long time!" - singing refers to walking darts by himself, Haizi refers to his mouth, and the dumb Haizi means that the customer asks to take a dark dart, and he does not make a publicity, so he does not plant a dart flag. The latter means that if you let me go, I will also prepare some silver taels as a gift as a friendship.

Shi Zhongyue's incision in the rivers and lakes was also very sharp, and after speaking, he took out a bag of silver taels from his pocket.

The red-faced man on the opposite side saw that he was an authentic dart player, and he couldn't find out more details for a while, if he robbed it, in case he met a master, he was likely to suffer. He whispered a few words to the people on both sides, intending to let him go, but he wanted to extort more silver taels, so he shouted: "If you are dumb, Haizi must have more fat and water." There are a lot of brothers in the cousin, and with this little money, you can't buy one or two coarse tea, right?"

Shi Zhongyue secretly knew that there was a drama when he heard this, and as when he came, these people had regarded this place as their own door, and the merchants in the past would rob money and goods if they were not escorted by the dart bureau, otherwise they would only collect some toll money, which could be regarded as a bit of rules and morality. But he raised his sword horizontally and said coldly: "My brother's family is struggling, and this tea money is already full strength." If the owner still can't look down on it, I really want to hang some colors, and the film is out of the blue!" - the film is a sword.

The big men were also stunned by this domineering reprimand, and whispered again, and finally waved the scimitar and made a way.

Shi Zhongyue threw the bag of silver over, looked back and nodded, Yang Ao and the others immediately drove their horses to catch up, taking advantage of the time when those Black Tiger Hall subordinates counted the toll money, they quickly jumped up the steep slope, and in a blink of an eye, they had already stepped on the chain bridge.

The white waves were rolling under his feet, and the bridge couldn't stop swaying, scaring Yang Ruoqing, who had never been far away, so that his face was like earth, but fortunately, Xue Yu stretched out his hand to help him on the side, and there was no danger.

Just when everyone was about to go ashore, they suddenly heard a shout on the hillside in front of them, and the heart that had just been put down was raised to the door again!

"Don't let them go!"

Following the prestige, I saw a gray-clothed figure rushing down the hillside like a squirrel, shouting as he ran: "Two, two masters! Hurry up! Stop them! They are the people in the inn!"

With this shout, behind the rocks at the foot of the mountain opposite, maggots generally appeared a large number of people, also dressed in gray, with black scarves on their heads, and swords in their hands. However, these people did not fly the flag, but just surrounded a yellow-faced man with a tiger's back and a bear's waist.

It turns out that this chain bridge is one of the crossings where the Black Tiger Hall is entrenched. Not far to the south, you will arrive at the three-way intersection where the four roads converge, one to the west to the post road bypass, one to the top to the caravan plank road, and one to the bottom of the valley old road.

The yellow-faced man should be the second master, rushed to the bridge, dragged a simple knife to the ground, and shouted: "Stop!"

Yang Ao and the others were willing to stop, urging the horse's hooves to go straight to the shore. Those minions were frightened and retreated one after another, but this yellow-faced man seemed to have taken root and did not move!