"Are you from the Central Plains?"

Just as Sima Wuregret and his party sat down to take a nap and prepare to eat something, a big man passed by and asked them. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Zhao Er looked up at this person, the thick-eyed man who was born was not from Shudi, but a little like someone from Youzhou, Hebei, who served as an official, followed by a few soldiers, and locked many people with shackles.

"We are the guards of Lord Assassin Shi. ”

Before leaving, Yang Fei had already instructed everyone, if someone asked about their identity, they would say that they were the guards of the assassin history of the state, naturally no one on the official road dared to touch the subordinates of the assassination history casually, and no one on the underworld would have any interest in the descendants of the assassin history, such an identity can be used as an excellent cover-up.

"Our brothers are the right guards of Chang'an, by the way, how can the guards of this state assassin run to the west?"

Zhao Er was suddenly shocked when he heard this, this right military guard is not a small military attaché, and he often comes and goes on this Gyeonggi Province, so it is not good to offend them.

"Brother Cha, it's not easy to talk about this casually" Yang Fei looked around left and right, deliberately pretending to be mysterious, and said in a low voice, "It has something to do with the attack on the Assassin's Mansion some time ago." ”

The big man nodded, a few days ago, the Taiyuan Thorn Mansion was attacked, even in Chang'an, it was a lot of uproar, and every household used it as a conversation after tea and dinner, and even many people talked about this matter in an ancient wonderland, and moved out what gods and Buddhas, at this time, a few right guards in Chang'an suddenly heard that the person who came was someone from the Assassin Mansion in Bingzhou, and naturally their curiosity rose suddenly.

"Then tell us what's going on here?"

The right Wuwei pouted his ass and simply sat next to Yang Fei, beckoned the rest of the brothers to sit at the table next to him, and whispered to Yang Fei about Taiyuan.

Yang Fei smiled embarrassedly, this matter is estimated to be really difficult to do, Yang Fei looked at everyone, Zhao Er, Li Fengchen and Sima Wuregret did not mean to speak, Yang Fei settled down, so he had to make up a half-true, half-true and half-false story for this right Wuwei, in this story, the bloody hand gate is depicted as a market gang, basically the leader of this gang was imprisoned by the assassin Shi Da, and his subordinates rushed to the assassin mansion, and there were mutual deaths and injuries in a fierce fight, and finally let this head run away, so several of them chased all the way to the west.

Of course, Yang Fei naturally can't tell the truth, this is simply asking for trouble, and he also said the story he made up, although it is not as good as the storytelling in Chang'an, but it can be regarded as a tortuous euphemism, among which there is not only the bloody head of the murder of his wife, the adulterer's whistleblower is also the secret passage in the prison, a large list of contents, this right Wuwei seems to understand whether he understands or not, but thinking about what Yang Fei said is true and there is a disc, it is naturally easier to believe.

After listening to the story, this right Wuwei also wanted to take the test alone, and felt some scenes of that night, after all, there were not too many loopholes in this story, and his wisdom should not be enough to understand Yang Fei's mistakes and omissions.

The right guard finally folded his hands and said goodbye, and pulled a few brothers to whisper a few words.

"If Brother Yang becomes a storyteller in the future, he will definitely be famous in Chang'an. ”

Li Fengchen opened his mouth and said with a smile, one sentence provoked Faye Wong, and Zhao Er and the others sneered. Thinking about Yang Fei's eloquence, the most important thing is that he is also very good at making up, and he can casually tell such a story of love and hatred, twists and turns, which is definitely not ordinary. I'm afraid that there are few storytellers in Chang'an who can do it.

Yang Fei shook his hand, a few people sometimes made a lot of noise, Zhao Er followed these young people, but he felt that he was a lot younger. After everyone finished eating and drinking, they continued to hurry, and after a while, they caught up with the right guards in front, after all, those right guards passed with a lot of prisoners, so the speed was much slower. After meeting, the two parties said hello, and Sima Wuregret and his party continued to drive their horses and gallop, and He quickly left them behind.

When it was almost evening, Sima Wuregret and his party had already walked out of Gyeonggi Road, which was not far from Liangzhou, and according to the journey, it took only three or four days to find an inn on the official road, and they barely stayed for one night, and continued to rush the next day.

After running for several days, when they arrived in Liangzhou, everyone was really tired, especially Faye Wong, who followed Yang Fei and them to drive the horse for the first two days, and couldn't stand the bumps in the next two days, so he simply went back to the carriage and sat for two days, even so, because he didn't sleep well for four days, so he was very tired.

After entering Liangzhou, because the road is not so smooth, it will be a lot slower to hurry, but the first thing is to sleep well in Liangzhou City, six people found a good inn, ready to sleep well, and then plan the next road.

They went back to their rooms, they didn't even eat dinner, they fell asleep, even if the two martial arts idiots didn't practice internal skills, they fell asleep, until the next day, when the sky was slightly bright, Sima Wuregret would have some spirits, lying on the bed and stretching comfortably, Yang Fei on the side because he drank some wine last night, and he hadn't woken up yet. Sima Wuregret turned over, and habitually practiced the internal strength of the palm, to say that this nine-day thunder palm is indeed unique to the serious cultivation, Sima Wuregret The more he practiced, the more he found that his internal strength was strong, and the internal force of the palm became more and more restless, and there were signs of breaking through the double heaven. However, Yang Fei had already sternly warned Sima Wuregret before, before the Second Heaven reached perfection, he must not rashly cultivate the Third Heaven, otherwise according to Sima Wuregret's character, he would definitely not be able to bear it.

Sima Wuregret practiced for a long time, and seeing that Yang Fei still didn't get up, Sima Wuregret turned around and found that even Li Fengchen, who was usually diligent, didn't get up, so he had to go out for a walk to find something to eat, but after all, he was very unfamiliar with Liangzhou City, so it was always good to bring the guys.

After all, Liangzhou is also an ancient city, although it has not been as lively as before in recent years, but there are many vendors on the street, Sima Wuregret bought some pasta and ate it on the street, and the people passing by around him stared at the big knife on his back, and many people showed surprised eyes.

Directly opposite the street, Sima Wuregret's eyes were fixed on an old man, this old man was wearing an ordinary round-necked robe, his skin was very dry and wrinkled, and his body was quite short, he should be a very ordinary old man, but his eyes were extremely deep, making people unable to see through. The old man also looked at Sima Wuregret, and there was a trace of killing intent in his eyes, but soon this killing intent disappeared, and the old man disappeared on the street alone with his hands behind his back. Sima Wuregret didn't care too much, he left after eating, the courtyard in the inn was too small, if he practiced his legs and feet, it would be a lot narrower, and if he was not careful, he might tear down the entire inn, so Sima Wuregret was thinking about finding a place to practice the wind knife technique and see how this knife technique was.

Liangzhou City walked for most of the circle, Sima Wuregret did not find a suitable place, had to go out of the city, found a small dirt slope, on which there were only some bare grass, Sima Wuregret happily danced, soon climbed up the small dirt slope, looked around, saw that there was no one around, immediately sat cross-legged on the ground, took out the worn-out wind knife method.

There are a lot of patterns in this knife technique, and every move and style is very clear, but these moves don't seem to be unusual, and even Sima Wuregret feels that this move is very mediocre, at most it is about the same level as the six swords of Rohman. But that Han Feng said that he had practiced for seven or eight years without any progress, thinking that this person's understanding must be very poor, and he would not be able to make such a simple move. Sima Wuregret thought so in his heart, he flipped through it, and there were only ten moves in the whole text, which was only four more moves than the six swords of Luomen, at this rate, three days, Sima Wuregret thought that his practice speed was so fast, and three days was enough time for him to understand this sword technique. At that time, whether this knife technique is really powerful or bluffing, it will naturally be clear.

After that, Sima Wuregret memorized all the moves in his mind, so he picked up the cattle cutting knife and tried it a little.

The first move is called Crazy Song and Blowing the Wind, Sima Wuregret wielding the big knife, waving it according to the picture drawn, but the heart is indescribably twisted, this big knife just cut down to the left and immediately raise his hand to the right, just go forward and wave back, this move seems to have nothing to do with each other, so that people can't continue at all.

Sima Wuregret sighed, this knife technique is really not easy to start, he turned over the first move, thinking that this is just a martial arts move, which move can be practiced directly, and there is no order to say, so Sima Wuregret began to learn the second move, sad song and wind. This move is easier to learn than the first move, but the move is weak, and even a cattle chopping knife is as soft and weak as a marshmallow in Sima Wuregret's hand. Sima Wuregret was even more puzzled, the knife technique has always emphasized the fierceness and fierceness, even if the short knife pursues speed, it will not become so weak, this knife technique is like Zhao Huaien's other family, it is neither good to look at nor useful. Sima Wuregret was a little unconvinced, so he successively used all ten moves, each move and every style came according to the pattern on the knife map, either weak or not connected, the original tiger and tiger cattle chopping knife seemed to have lost its luster, and even the last move of Sima Wuregret took off.

"Sure enough, it's a lie, what Wuhumen, what Qiu Lin, it's a person who deceives the world and steals fame. ”

Sima Wu regretted that he was angry, so he chopped the cattle chopping knife into the ground, sat cross-legged, took out the worn-out knife from his arms, and wanted to throw it aside.

"Young man, you can't learn this trick, how can you be embarrassed to say that others are deceiving the world and stealing fame?"

Sima Wuregret looked up and saw that it was the old man who had been staring at him for a long time at the corner of the street, Sima Wuregret looked up and down carefully, and really couldn't see that this old man had any special ability.