"Driving ......"

The scorching sun shone through the dense trees next to the official road, shining down the scattered light one after another. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

A fast horse, a white-clothed boy with a scimitar on his back, was galloping wildly above the pipe.

The scorching heat and the fiery sun could not stop the young man's eagerness. Whenever the horse wanted to be lazy, he did not skimp on the whip in his hand.

"Zhenyuan...... Yang Wei ...... "The executioner Lao Zhao has been eating darts for 20 years, although he is not young, his voice is still very rushing, and he drank one or two taels of burning knives at noon, and he is showing off his spirit at the moment, shouting darts in front.

Just with their "Golden Gun and Iron Sword Flag", plus several internal and external injuries on the head of the chief dart and the deputy head of the dart. The **** friends in the southeast area, no one dares to move the "Zhenyuan" guard.

But this dart is too important, the dart owner and designated their brother to escort him personally, the rheumatism of the head of the dart has recently sent the deputy head of the dart head Chang Mantian, so he had to hang his twenty-seven-pound giant iron sword again, and personally went out of the horse.

The weather on this day was indeed very hot, and even if I knew it, it seemed that it was too hot to speak. Chang Mantian took out a green cloth and wiped his sweat, the years were unforgiving, and he suddenly realized that he was really old. After this trip, it's time to hang up your sword and go into hiding. The weather is too hot, and it's not too late to rest and walk if there is a shady place in front of you.

"Imperial ......"

The sound of a reining horse, coupled with a series of whining sounds, the next moment, a horse that seemed to be out of control due to loss of strength had already flown sideways.

"Who?"

"Watch out for the darts!"

As if the harrier had turned over, the young man on the horse had already dropped off the horse with a light turn, looked at the horse that had completely lost his strength in the ground, and said to himself: "Another one has lost its strength, this ghost weather, the horse is not forbidden." ”

After speaking, his gaze casually swept towards the side of the Zhenyuan Dart Bureau, and his gaze suddenly fell on the horse that Chang Mantian was sitting on.

As the deputy head of the Zhenyuan Dart Bureau, Chang Mantian has five hundred taels of silver every month alone. The horse he sat on, although it was not a rare and exotic species, was also the best horse of the Great Wan Kingdom in the Western Regions. Moreover, because of the escort bonus, the speed of the dart division team was not very fast, so at this time, in addition to exhaling a little frequently, the horse was still very energetic.

A smile tugged at the corner of the young man's mouth, and then he said to Chang Mantian, "Leave your horse behind!"

Laughter, laughter one after another, just one person, it seems, is not as good as those robbers who beat the hangers in pairs. Dare to speak out, as soon as he opened his mouth, he asked their vice president to sit down in the sky.

But Chang Mantian is different, the longer he lives, the less courage he has, as long as the other party is not here for the dart silver, he is willing to break the fortune and avoid disaster. Of course, he naturally can't give up this precious BMW by himself, otherwise, it is not only a matter of money, but also the face of his Chang Mantian and Zhenyuan Dart Bureau.

In the profession of darts, many times, face is more important than the kung fu in hand, which must not be lost.

Chang Mantian frowned, waved his hand to stop the dart cart behind, and glanced at the executioner Lao Zhao. After all, Lao Zhao is also an old Jianghu, and he has been an executioner since Chang Mantian's first dart.

The old master's meaning, of course he understood, coughed lightly twice, Lao Zhao got off the horse, cheered up and led the horse over, and said to Jiang Feng: "This young man, it's not easy to eat on the rivers and lakes, today our vice president dart head made you a friend, this horse, it should be a meeting gift from the Zhenyuan Dart Bureau, how about it?"

A ray of sunlight through the treetops moved to the young man's face, and there was not a trace of emotion in his eyes, but seeing that he shook his head, he said lightly: "Give me that horse, and I will leave immediately, otherwise, I will not be polite!"

"You're welcome, young man, don't speak too loudly, my town's far dart bureau has traveled all over the country, relying on more than just a brand. ”

The sword is also unsheathed. Although this white iron sword is not a divine weapon, it is the true inheritance of "Mr. Iron Sword" in the past. Chang Mantian has worked this sword for at least forty years, otherwise, how could he have survived until now. The accompanying dart masters also showed their blades, a goose sword, a practice gun and a mourning sword. The darts don't need to talk about the morality of the rivers and lakes to deal with the green forest friends who rob the darts, and they don't have to pay attention to fighting alone.

"Don't move, I'll fix him myself!"

Chang Mantian said, and danced the long sword in his hand into a sword flower. There is such a thing as a sword flower, but anyone who has learned swordsmanship for a few years in the rivers and lakes and is not particularly stupid, everyone can dance with both hands. Even, many people are more complicated and beautiful than the usual dancers.

But the long sword in Chang Mantian's hand weighed twenty-seven pounds, and the sword flowers were flying, but it could not give people the slightest sense of heaviness. It shows that his swordsmanship has reached the advanced realm of lifting weights and doing whatever he wants.

He has not set foot in the rivers and lakes for many years, the blood stains on his white iron sword have long since dried up, and his prestige has gradually become people's memories with the passage of time. At this moment, a fledgling young man is not the best target.

It's a pity that Chang Mantian's sword flower has just finished dancing, and the next moment, the young man's figure has suddenly disappeared in place.

No one could describe the speed, and almost no one could dodge, and with a wild roar in the sky, the iron sword suddenly flew out of his hand, but his man had fallen. With the sound of "grabbing", the iron sword was nailed into the big tree beside the road far away. One foot into the wood.

And Chang Mantian's whole person had already fallen off the horse, he didn't see anything, he didn't do anything, he only felt that his sword flower danced to the end, and an unbearable force suddenly came from the sword body. The next moment, the long sword was out of his hand and fell by itself.

"Thank you for your horses, ......"

The boy grabbed the horse's belly, turned the horse's head, and galloped away into the distance. At this time, Chang Mantian reacted, and shouted unwillingly: "Little thief, leave ten thousand ......"

"Jiang Feng!"

"Jiang Feng, what's the broken name? Vice President Darthead, are you okay?"

Jiang Feng was not prepared to hurt people when he made a move, so Chang Mantian would never be injured.

But many people's wounds are by no means caused by moves, for example, the wounds that often fill the sky are not on the body, but in the heart.

"Old, old, it's okay, this time after walking the dart, it's time to wash your hands!"

"Vice President Darthead, what's wrong with you? Don't, this time this kid is relying on a sneak attack, next time, when our dart bureau invites all the brothers who help the boxer, he must be good-looking!"

"What do you know, do you know who he is? and he still wants to get back to the field, that's looking for trouble!"

Chang Mantian said, looked at the direction Jiang Feng left, and said: "Demon Dao Jiang Feng, I didn't expect to meet him here!" (To be continued.) )