The first time Azule went out, there was still plenty of time to arrive at the latest, so along the way, he browsed the scenery along the way, but he was cautious and cautious, and he saw that Gongcheng, one of the twin cities on the grassland, was in front of him. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Azul led his horse into the west gate of the city, and he saw a line of soldiers with helmets and spears standing on either side of the gate, looking at the passers-by with stern eyes. He observed that the northern barbarians would be easily allowed to go, but those dressed in Central Plains costumes would be interrogated. Azule was dressed from head to toe in a typical steppe dress, but the moment he entered the city gate, the eyes of the two sergeants lingered on his eyes for a moment, and he was allowed to go after comparing his clothes with his strong body.

The streets of Gongcheng do not have a specific name, but they are divided into large and small, and the main difference is the width of the road and the density of the shops on both sides. At the intersection of two small streets, some horse-tethering stakes will be built, and even at the intersection of two large streets, some simple pavilions will be built to imitate the Central Plains people, for passers-by to rest or talk.

Azule did not hesitate all the way, following the established direction to the craftsman's house. Approaching the intersection of the two main streets, Azul saw some passers-by running in the opposite direction to avoid the sound of iron striking again. Azul led the horse to the sidelines, observing the situation in the field. It turned out that two groups of people were fighting for their lives, one of them was dressed in black, covered with a black scarf, and there were more people, holding knives, long swords or ropes with barbs, while the other side was more messy, some had braids but did not wear short jackets like themselves, they should be Northern Barbarians, and a few wore long robes and their hair was tied together, guessing that they were from the Central Plains, and the number was smaller than that of the people in black, and they were being flanked or besieged.

Among those besieged was a white-haired old man dressed in gray but bare-handed. Azul saw that he was unhurried, guarding the door strictly, fighting with two fists against four hands, and not falling behind in the slightest. Azule was amazed, but because the other party moved too fast, it was dazzling, and he only felt extremely admired. Although there are many black-clothed people in the field, and their moves are also vicious, the gray-clothed and white-haired old man is becoming more and more courageous, and he has already knocked down a piece of his fist.

Azule found that there was still a man in black who did not join the battle group, but just stood aside, and the man in black in the field could not attack for a long time, and he was defeated, and the man in black standing on the side looked very anxious. The man in black standing on the side suddenly let out a whistle, and when all the men in black heard this, they immediately retreated to the side, took out their hidden weapons or crossbows, and shot at the others in the field. Most of the people in the field were unexpected, and many people were hit by arrows. The gray-clothed and white-haired old man was also hit by an arrow in order to save the person next to him.

The gray-clothed and white-haired old man reached out and pulled out the broken arrow on his shoulder, and shouted: "The arrow is poisonous, everyone retreat quickly." ”

Without waiting for the people in the field to react, the people in black had already collectively sprinted closer, and some of the people who were surrounded were hit by arrows, some were poisoned, and some were wounded, and they were defeated, and the people in black shot ruthlessly, and they would not tolerate mercy, and in an instant, only the gray-clothed and white-haired old man was left in the field.

The man in black, who had always been standing aside, strode into the encirclement and arched his hand to the old man: "Mr. Fan, the one who knows the times is Junjie, hand over the things." ”

The old man covered the wound of the broken arrow with one hand, looking physically exhausted, thinking that the toxin had already taken effect. The old man sneered: "Hmph, don't think about it! The old man is just dying." ”

Azule looked at the changes in the field, and when he saw the black-clothed and white-haired old man, he thought of his grandfather, who was dependent on each other, but his heart was very anxious. His bow and arrows were left in the tribe, and his grandfather didn't let him take them at all, and the only way at the moment was to rely on his excellent riding skills to grab the old man in the field, but the success rate was extremely low, and he had to wait for an opportunity.

At this time, only the bustling street on the east side seemed to have the sound of horses' hooves, and a group of people rushed to the scene on horseback, and the black-clothed people in the field looked at each other and looked at the black-clothed people in the lead. The man in black looked sideways and muttered, "Did you leak the news?" A small number of people in black unconsciously turned sideways to prepare for a surprise attack.

Just as the two sides were fighting, Azul turned on his horse, quickly whipped his horse, rushed into the encirclement, picked up the old man in gray, and rode out of the encirclement. Azule only heard the whistling, chasing and weapon strikes behind him, and the body of the old man in his arms was also soft, and he no longer had the hardness to calmly deal with the encirclement just now. Azule did not dare to rush towards the city gate, for fear of being intercepted by the sergeants and delaying the chance to escape, so he picked up and shuttled through the secluded alleys.

Asul rode and ran for a while, and when he saw that he had escaped from his pursuers, he came to the edge of the city wall, and hurriedly helped the old man to dismount. The old man was lying on the city wall, his body seemed to be exhausted, but his eyes were still shining, and he asked Asule: "Young man, do you know the old man? Do you know martial arts? Are you a northern barbarian?"

Azul was supposed to save him, but listening to the old man's tone, he didn't seem to trust himself. Instinctively took a step back, shook his head and replied: "I don't know you, and I don't know martial arts, I'm a Northern Barbarian and I'm not a Northern Barbarian." ”

The old man was silent for a while, shook his head and said, "That's it, my life is over." Little brother, my name is Fan Wenjie, a native of the Central Plains. After I died, I was buried outside the south gate of Gongcheng, and the fallen leaves did not return to the roots, but the wish of homesickness was not fulfilled, and this life was shocked!"

The old man bled to death. Having been taught by his grandfather to make the most commitment since he was a child, Azule decided to bury him outside the south gate as the old man had ordered. When it got dark, Azule put the old man on his shoulder, carried the old man's burden in one hand, and led the horse to the south gate with the other. The guards at the south gate were multiplied, and the horses were strictly inspected.

Azul rode on horseback and walked, not through the city gates, but took a detour to jump out of the city by jumping over a section of the low city wall. In the moonlight, Azule dug a large pit, laid the old man down, put the old man's burden beside him, covered it with branches, and dug up the earth to bury it.

It was already the second half of the night when Azule buried the old man. He decided to lie down nearby for a while and guard the old man for the last time. In a daze, he felt some mud and sand fall on his face, and he opened his eyes leisurely, and saw the old man in gray sitting next to him, next to the big pit that Azule had dug before. Frightened, Azule stood up and tried to escape.

I only heard the old man open his mouth and say: "Little brother, don't panic! I have a strange treasure, I can't be sure if you covet my treasure, I can only close the meridians, on the one hand, I can live a few more hours, on the other hand, I want to try you." ”

Azul understood the old man's words, and froze in place, at a loss. There were many thoughts in his heart, and when he thought about it carefully, it turned out that until now, the old man finally believed him. Azul replied, "You are the same age as my grandfather, but you are just looking at people, and there is no special purpose in saving you. ”

The old man said, "Of course I believe it now, but if you covet my treasures, or are in the same league as the man in black, as long as you open my baggage without permission, you will be hurt by my secret hand left in the baggage." Child, I'm running out of time, and I have something to entrust to you. ”

The old man slowly took the burden, turned to the back of the baggage, slapped it, and saw that the originally bulging burden suddenly deflated, and the original baggage was two layers inside and outside, and the old man took out a short sword from the mezzanine. The scabbard and the hilt are about two feet long, and the whole body is black, and the scabbard is engraved with incomprehensible lines and words. The old man said to Asul: "This sword is called the Qingfeng Sword, it is a heaven-given sword, the blessed should rely on it, and the unblessed should not be greedy! If you can understand the artistic conception and moves in the sword, use it as much as you can, and if you cannot understand the mystery in it, please pass it on to those who are willing to benefit the common people in the world." The sword should be kept secret and not easily exposed, lest it incur death. Originally, this sword should not have been passed on to people outside the Central Plains, but this is the end of my mission. ”

Azule helped the old man, who had a long list of questions to ask, but the old man was already panting and sweating profusely. The old man also knew that he had a lot of questions, but time was running out, so he just said very reluctantly, "If you want to know the details, or if you have difficulties and questions, you can go to Buzhou Mountain in the Central Plains to find my master Red Songzi." Before he finished speaking, the old man really died this time.

Azule buried the old man again, and originally wanted to leave a mark, but he didn't know the Central Plains script, and second, he was afraid that his tomb would be destroyed after being discovered, so he only made a simple mark in front of the tomb.

Thinking that he was on a mission to find his origins, and that Azouaji's grandfather had ardent hopes, he should not have been involved in such a dispute, and in vain he had added trouble to himself. I haven't entered the craftsman's house yet, I don't know if I can stand firm, and now I have a sword in my hand, like a time bomb, which may explode at any time. Don't know what you'll be facing?

At this time, the eastern sky was already dawning, and Azule hid the Qingfeng Sword and headed towards the craftsman's yard in the industrial city.