The mountain is high and the birds fly, and the sea is wide and the fish jumps.

However, Jiang Feng is neither a bird nor a fish, at best, barely a young man.

If you want to be a good carefree and wandering young man, the first thing you need to do is to have money.

Three-foot Qingfeng, fresh clothes and angry horses, jade liquid wine, all need white flowers.

Qingshui City is really a small city, and a money bank does not provide such a convenient and fast thing as a silver ticket, which makes Jiang Feng very dissatisfied.

On the mountain trail, Jiang Feng led a horse and walked slowly.

It was a fat yellow horse, at the age of the horse's most energetic. With a brand-new saddle, a shiny mane, and piercing eyes, even those who don't understand horses should say when they see it: good horse!

Jiang Feng doesn't ride horses, it's definitely not that he likes to lead horses, nor how much he loves his horses, the reason is simple, he can't ride horses.

The first step to becoming a hero, riding a horse, became a serious problem in front of Jiang Feng.

"Hey, if I had known, I should have bought a carriage by the way!"

Familiar streets, familiar mountains, half a day's travel, the sun is the highest and brightest time of the day. The bright sun shone on everything around him, and he lowered his head, not daring to look at him.

After turning a corner, it is a familiar path, and after three years, Jiang Feng is still deeply impressed here.

The wind blows, and the leaves fall.

The messy marks are clearly visible on this dirty path, with horses' hooves, footsteps, and ruts.

These traces are numerous and deep, and the sand has not yet completely covered them. Although Jiang Feng has little experience in the rivers and lakes, he can definitely be sure that some changes have just happened here.

Jiang Feng's footsteps and the horse's footsteps did not hide in the slightest, but sped up a lot. From time to time, the wind blew on both sides of the path, passing through the dense trees, and morphing into bursts of screaming sounds.

In the middle of winter, although there is no heavy snow that freezes everything, the falling leaves can also bring a lot of melancholy and loneliness.

There were two monks, a chubby monk, dressed in thick monk's robes and a bare round head, but no matter who they were, they would not associate them with a high-ranking monk. The bright ring knife, the face full of horizontal meat, and the eyes full of murderous intent.

"Unexpectedly, our brothers waited here for a long time, and instead of waiting for a fish that slipped through the net, they waited for a big fat sheep. ”

The monk on the left saw Jiang Feng leading a good horse, and while laughing, he said to another monk beside him.

The other monk responded jokingly: "Hey, don't underestimate others, you see that although they are young, they have a sword hanging from their waists!"

"That makes sense, should the two of us run away quickly?"

After speaking, the two monks suddenly laughed together.

Jiang Feng still walked very fast, at least much faster than ordinary people. He had naturally heard every word that the second monk said, but the direction in which he was moving had not changed at all.

The cold wind of hunting and hunting blew the corners of Jiang Feng's clothes, blowing away his long hair that had fallen off, and the green silk covered half of his forehead, and his handsome face was already a little blurred.

"Good boy, if you dare to come over, then it's no wonder that your grandfather and I are there!"

After that, the ring knife in the hand of the monk on the right turned, and skillfully danced a knife flower. Then the knife walked with him, and after a few steps, he was slashed in the air.

This trick "splitting Huashan" is almost a big road commodity that everyone will know on the rivers and lakes, and even street performers, many of them can also be played, and some of them are so decent.

But at this time, the monk on the side came, and the surging strength and skillful knife technique made this move really seem to be able to split Huashan with a knife.

A hideous smile appeared on the face of the fat monk like a flower that suddenly bloomed, and although he was fat, his eyes were small. This feeling of cutting people in half with a knife is his favorite feeling.

Draw the sword, draw the sword, stab directly, close the sword......

Blood, blood gushing out.

The blood that had just left the body still carried the temperature of the body, and there was a mist in this cold season, which was a hazy and eerie beauty.

Jiang Feng is a natural Jianghu person, and he always has a feeling that it is much easier to pierce a sword into the throat than to cut a pine needle with a sword.

The fat body means a huge inertia, and when he passes by, the fat monk's knife has fallen, and he has fallen off his hand, flying far away. There was no blood on the knife, and the blood was in the middle of the monk's throat.

Jiang Feng's age is young, and his figure is naturally not tall, although he eats a lot, he does not have the slightest feeling of strength. If you pretend to be a weak scholar, you will definitely not show any flaws.

The two monks are both disciples of the Blood Knife Sect, and seeing the wind makes the rudder, bullying the weak and fearing the hard is the magic weapon they rely on to survive.

Turn around, run, shout.

Fighting more and fighting less will never be called despicable in the rivers and lakes, this is called wisdom, the wisdom of survival. Only those who survive are qualified to speak, and the dead will not speak.

People say that the entry of internal force is often related to a person's state of mind, and in half a month, Jiang Feng seems to have grown up a lot. Although the Melting Yang and Snow Transformation Gong has not opened up the second vein of Ren Du, it is much more lively and agile than before.

The sword is fast, and the person is naturally fast.

After a few ups and downs, Jiang Feng had already caught up with the fat monk. To be honest, Jiang Feng's light skills are not very subtle, although the speed is fast, it is full of amazing effects of internal force, which can be known from the thick footprints that he stepped on all over the ground.

However, no matter what kind of light work, the light work that runs fast is a good light work.

Ten steps, nine steps, eight steps, seven steps......

When Jiang Feng's figure approached the other fat monk three steps away, he knew that he would never be able to escape again. Leaving your back to a swordsman who is better at light skills than yourself is not much different from suicide.

Turned, flicked his arms, and slashed sideways.

This move seems to be split from an impossible angle, but it is the superior kung fu in the Blood Knife Sect, and the Blood Knife Knife Technique is not allowed to be taught by non-meritorious disciples. In order to learn this trick, he worked hard back then.

Now that all the internal force is frantically poured into this knife, if it is really slashed, even if Jiang Feng has to avoid the edge temporarily.

Draw the sword, draw the sword, stab directly, close the sword......

A move that can't be cast is never a move that can kill.

He didn't turn around after all, just as he once knew in his heart, his back to Jiang Feng was indeed not much different from suicide.

The other party's amazing sword Jiang Feng naturally saw it, but in his heart, there was another thought: it turned out that it was much easier to kill a person with a sword from behind than with a sword from the front!

Turn around, lead the horse, and move forward......