The endless sea of snow at the northern foot of the Qinling Mountains, and a few cooking smoke rises from the fields of Xianyang Plain. Ye Lin, the young master of Wujian Villa in the pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info stood on the bank of the Weishui River on horseback, and the white-clothed waiters on both sides were leading the horses to drink water by the river. Since Pingliang returned to Chang'an, Ye Lin was full of anxiety, he traveled to the West Sea with Liu Tianjiang for the first time, heard about the eight factions in Luoyang, and wanted to see it, but he was worried about the punishment of the owner.

Wujian Villa is an ordinary mountain villa, which has always been hidden on Taibai Peak, and rarely sets foot in the affairs of the rivers and lakes, but it is the only mountain villa in the entire rivers and lakes that is related to the Tianxia Alliance, and it has always been a place for people in the rivers and lakes to explore the secrets.

Ye Lin stood on the Weishui Bridge and glanced at the turbid river rolling away, looked back at Uncle Ashina on the shore, and remembered the owner's entrustment when he was about to go out, "Don't delay outside, you can return to Wujian Villa after rescuing Uncle Shi." However, at this moment, he has been looking at the end of the river, he wants to see the rivers and lakes beyond Taibai Peak, and wants to see what this martial arts is like.

Liu Tianjiang on the side wrapped his velvet coat tightly and came to Ye Lin's side, he used his thick hands to straighten the loose velvet fur for the young man, and looked at the corner of the young man's mouth with a peaceful gaze, and said warmly, "Back to the villa, Uncle Liu will help you intercede with the owner." Let you and Qing.... Ashina will go to Jinling together, how about it?"

"Qing?" the young man looked at the burly and tall Liu Tianjiang excitedly, and hurriedly asked when he heard that he could go to Jinling, "Really?"

"Of course, when did Uncle Liu lie to you?" Liu Tianjiang looked at the young man and laughed loudly.

On the bank of the Weishui River, Ashina held the scepter and looked at the two people on the cross bridge, one high and one low, with a solemn face. His long, tousled hair stood out in the north wind, and he looked much older than he had been in the Western Palace. A man who once called for wind and rain in the West Sea has supreme strength. At this moment, he has been reduced to asking for help from others, although he is his own senior brother, but he is still a little unwilling in his heart.

Along the way, the most discussed thing is the regional customs on the road from Xihai to Chang'an, each region has different products and people. A white-clothed waiter stood at the other end of the hundred-zhang-long Weihe River Bridge and shouted, "In front is Longshouyuan, Gongzi, are we going back to the villa directly?" Hearing the white-clothed waiter shout, everyone focused their eyes on Ye Lin.

"Back to the lodge. The young man whispered with a slight disappointment, he knew that although Liu Tianjiang would help him intercede in front of the owner, the owner's arbitrary thunderous wind could not be changed by anyone.

Liu Tianjiang raised his right hand and pointed to the undulating Qinling Mountains, and then followed the young man back to the riverbank, and everyone got on their horses and galloped south on the Weishui Bridge.

"Poor master.... Spare your life... We really don't have any money!" a man cried from the bridge. A woman and a child knelt on the ground and begged for mercy from several men in brocade clothes under the tent under a tent at the south end of the Weishui Cross Bridge. Outside the tent, a group of rough-clothed people knelt.

"What's going on up ahead?" Ye Lin reined in his horse when he was about to reach the south bank of Weishui, raised his body to look at the bridge, and asked in a loud voice.

"Childe, it seems that a group of people are kneeling on the ground begging for mercy... The man's hands were bleeding profusely..."The white-clothed waiter on the south side of the bridge looked at the scene inside the tent and raised his voice.

Several men in brocade clothes under the tent saw a group of white-clothed people coming on the bridge, and the man wielding the long knife in his hand ignored the man in white, exerted all his strength, and violently pushed the long knife in his hand down. The blade burst out of the kneeling man's hand, cutting a deep cut directly in his chest.

Blood spurted from the man's chest and splattered all over the ground, and the snow outside the tent was red. The woman saw the man lying in a pool of blood, and did not even have a chance to leave a message, and let out a heart-rending cry. The child beside him watched his father being killed by the emaciated man, and rushed forward to the brocade-clothed man with red eyes.

The woman hurriedly shouted, "Xiaohai is back!" Her eyes were full of tears, and she let out a tearing cry as she looked at her dead husband in her arms.

Ye Lin rushed from the horse, floating beside the pool of blood, looking at the pleading man with a pleading face. He quickly stepped forward and rescued the child under the knife of the man in brocade, staring at the thin man in brocade with cold eyes.

"Who are you?, go away," the thin man raised his long knife and pointed at Ye Lin, and scolded in a rough voice.

"Give back my husband's life," cried the woman cried as she hugged the man's body in a pool of blood, "we just pay the money, why do we have to kill the killer..."

One of the brocade-clothed men snorted, looked at the people kneeling on the ground outside the tent, and said sharply, "This is the consequence of your non-payment." ”

The rest of the dozen or so women, children, and old men outside the tent were all trembling, standing aside and not daring to squeak. More than a dozen white-clothed waiters rushed over and surrounded the tent.

The four white-clothed attendants dismounted and came behind Ye Lin, holding their hands on the hilt of their swords, and staring coldly at several brocade-clothed men in the tent.

"How much does he owe you?" Ye Lin looked at the man in the pool of blood, slowly losing consciousness, and asked in a low voice. His hands were clenched into fists, and the sadness in his chest welled up in his heart, but more than that, he looked at the long knife covered in blood.

"You... Who are you?" the five brocade-clothed men looked at the white-clothed waiters all around, and each of them held a long sword in his hand, staring at them with an angry light on his face, and he was so frightened that he hurriedly retreated together, and the arrogant attitude just now was completely gone.

At this moment, the wind was still as the rising sun, but Ye Lin's eyebrows were tightly locked, his gaze moved from the blood-dripping long knife to the thick-clothed man who had no breath in the pool of blood, and shouted coldly, "How much does he owe you?"