Thanks to the Dream e Emperor, the circle of life, the five industries and the love of the night without frost reward.

There is a saying in Buddhism: 500 times of looking back in the past life can be exchanged for one pass in this life.

However, when the many knights who stirred up the dust in the sky galloped by, Jiang Feng, who had already drunk more than half of the porridge, suddenly shook his head and put down the wooden bowl in his hand.

If a person becomes rich, he often becomes more sophisticated. Especially, when it has the ability to pay attention.

Although Jiang Feng doesn't eat it, for Shi Zhongjian, wasting is not his habit. In just a short period of effort, most of the pot of meat porridge went into Shi Zhongjian's stomach.

"One big and one small, two lewd thieves, it's not a good thing!"

Li Mochou's voice was not loud, however, the amazing five senses brought by the success of internal strength still made Jiang Feng easily hear her muttering clearly.

At this time, Jiang Feng suddenly stood up, as if talking to himself, and seemed to say to Li Mochou: "On the rivers and lakes, what you don't see and hear must be true and right." ”

Then, Jiang Feng said to Shi Zhongjian: "Zhongyu, let's go!"

"Oh!" Shi Zhongjian agreed, put down the bowl, and just as he was about to leave, he suddenly turned his face to Li Mochou and said: "This girl, I don't know why everyone thinks I'm the lewd thief, in fact, the Jade Panzi of the Taishan faction is the real lewd thief." Forget it, if you don't believe it, don't believe it!"

The carriage moved slowly, however, this time, there was an extra tail in the back of the carriage.

"Brother Jiang, that girl has been following us. ”

Shi Zhongjian, who was in the middle of the carriage, poked his head out and said to Jiang Feng.

At this time, Jiang Feng was just driving the carriage by himself, and said to Shi Zhongjian indifferently: "I naturally know this, don't pay attention to her." ”

If a person can follow the carriage for several hours under the scorching sun, either his perseverance is strong enough, or his light skills are high enough. Obviously, Li Mochou belongs to the latter.

The bright sun gradually dissipated, and it was the reason why the scorching midday sun turned into the sun that was about to set in the west.

Jianghu often means killing, destruction, and never-ending grievances and hatreds.

Jiang Feng's carriage was not slow, but it took most of the day to vaguely see the shadow of the town in the distance.

"Imperial ......"

Jiang Feng stopped the carriage, though he did not reach the town with warm rooms and hot food before dark. But this time, Shi Zhongjian rarely asked, not only that, but even Li Mochou, who had been following him, couldn't help but stop and look at the woods in front of him not far away.

There were a lot of horses tied to the woods, one, two...... Lots of horses. It's like I've just seen a familiar horse.

Feng Lin Mo entered, this sentence is not just a rumor in the rivers and lakes, but the advice of countless predecessors on the rivers and lakes in exchange for their lives.

However, Jiang Feng still went in, because he had already recognized the horses, and naturally, he also recognized the owner who was supposed to have on the horse. He carries a sword, and as long as the sword is in his hand, this forest will never end his life.

It was a swordsman, plainly dressed, except for an unsheathed sword that exuded a breathtaking aura. His hair was tied up with a ribbon, and he was careful, not a single thing in front of his forehead, or rather, in front of his eyes.

His fingers were long, his joints weren't thick, and his hands were a few more strands of swarand and calluses than the skin of his body. It's not a pretty hand, but it's a hand that holds a sword for a long time, a murderous hand.

His right hand was always on the sword, but in his left hand he held a wine sac. The swordsman's intuition told Jiang Feng that it was not filled with wine, but water.

The reason is very simple, counting the footsteps, the knights around the swordsman who look like bandits have surrounded him for at least two hours.

Anyone who has been on the rivers and lakes for several years knows that waiting is a very important thing.

Drinking will paralyze a swordsman's nerves, but water can replenish the water that a swordsman gradually loses under the scorching sun.

The wine will get hotter and hotter the more you drink, but the water will get colder and colder, the cold water, the cold sword, the cold heart, this is a cold swordsman.

Today's sun is beautiful, the afterglow is shining, the sunset is red, and everything between heaven and earth seems to be shrouded in a swaying red halo.

The burly man moved first, his body bulky, but his moves were flexible and tight. The strength of the brown bear and the agility of an antelope, the two giant axes that are as powerful as a thousand catties and overflowing with cold light, the vast majority of Jianghu guests only need a turn of kung fu to be in a different place under these two giant axes.

Swords, guns, swords, halberds, axes, hooks and forks, the rest of the knights' blades are very miscellaneous, and martial arts are also very miscellaneous. Although there are many blades and kung fu in this world, to unify the command of so many different blades, except for the Arhat Array in Shaolin, no one can do it.

However, soon, Jiang Feng saw their battle formation from their eyes. That's blood, killing and madness, crazy people, crazy things, and often leads to crazy results.

Sword flash, the speed at which the swordsman drew his sword was very fast, how fast was it? At least, it was as fast as Jiang Feng.

The first person to fall is the burly leader, a very powerful swordsman if a group of people besieges a swordsman. The first to fall is either the most powerful or the least powerful.

Compared to Jiang Feng, the opponent's sword was not only fast, but also changed, with different moves, the same speed, and those fallen corpses. Is this a real swordsmanship? If Jiang Feng draws his sword at this time, who will fall?

It is often difficult to keep a person alive, and it is often simple to let a person die.

Unlike Jiang Feng, his sword will only return to its scabbard after killing all the enemies.

It was a peach blossom, and at this time in Luzhou, there was a bouquet of peach blossoms, which was really not an easy thing. If the peach blossom behind the bluestone was not taken out by the swordsman, Jiang Feng would never have seen it.

The peach blossom was well hidden, not touched by blood, and after the swordsman finished killing, he picked up the peach blossom and walked quietly towards the outside of the woods.

There is only one way out of the forest, that is, the road where Jiang Feng and the three of them are, and when they passed by, Jiang Feng suddenly asked, "Do you like peach blossoms very much?"

"The peach blossoms in my hometown are beautiful!"

The swordsman's voice was soft, but it carried memories, vicissitudes, loss, helplessness and sighs.

I don't know why, the feeling that this swordsman who looks like he is only in his twenties brings to Jiang Feng is very familiar, and he wants to ask again, but he doesn't want to draw his sword meaninglessly.

There is no reason, only intuition.