(a)

Suddenly, there was a rush of horses' hooves outside the silent forest, from far and near, the dust was flying, and in an instant they came to the tea shop, which alarmed Shen Yuan, who was deep in thought, and the old man whose face was cloudy. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The leader was a middle-aged man dressed in gorgeous clothes, with long black hair tied up and a snow-white hosta, handsome, but with cold and ruthless eyes, riding a black high-headed horse, and in front of him lay a black sack, which was rectangular, and seemed to contain something, but it was trembling slightly with the horse's steps, I don't know whether it was a living thing or a dead thing; behind him was a group of men in blue suits, with snow-white scarves on their heads, long swords hanging from their waists, and black sheaths, their faces were cold and ruthless, and their whole bodies were full of evil spirits, riding a brown horse, as if they had gone through a long journey, and slowly stabilized the horse。

The middle-aged man reined in the horse's head and said in a cold voice: "Dismount...... Rest ......" voice was cold, without the slightest emotion.

Hearing the middle-aged man's command, the group of blue-clothed men surrounded the tea shop with their horses, and their right hand tightly grasped the hilt of the sword on their waist.

The middle-aged man dismounted his horse steadily, and although he had traveled a long way, his magnificent robe was still spotless without the slightest dust, and as his tall and sturdy figure fell, his right hand lifted the long sack tightly, as if he were carrying a humanoid spear.

The old man bent his waist and accompanied him with a smiling face: "Guest officer, please come in!"

The middle-aged man didn't move, a pair of cold eyes stared at Shen Yuan's face like a falcon, and said coldly: "Who are you?" A cold and ruthless murderous aura burst out from all around.

Shen Yuan said lightly: "Quartet wanderer." ”

"Really?" the middle-aged man stepped out with his feet gently, his eyes full of doubt, "What is there to swim in the barren land of the northwest?"

Shen Yuan raised his head fearlessly, and said lightly: "There are many heroes and heroes in the barren land of the northwest, I heard that the name of the black valley of the 'Yellow River Valley' moves the entire northwest, heroes are all over the world, and heroes are full of rivers and lakes. What's more, if you can't see the surging momentum of the water of the Yellow River for a long time, it will be a lifelong regret!"

A cold light flashed in the middle-aged man's indifferent eyes: "Boy, I'm afraid that you have a life and don't have a life?"

Shen Yuan smiled disapprovingly: "In a mediocre life, life can be happy, and death can be feared?"

The middle-aged man's eyes stared at Shen Yuan like a blade, and the atmosphere around him became more and more depressing, and the group of blue-clothed people were on standby, and a pair of lights full of infinite evil qi shot towards Shen Yuan, just waiting for the middle-aged man to give an order, he could kill someone.

The middle-aged man snorted coldly, and the countless evil qi suddenly dissipated, as if he was telling them not to make extraneous branches. He sat down slowly, but the long sack in his hand was closed.

The old man ran tremblingly, carefully holding a pot of tea in both hands, respectfully preparing to pour tea for the middle-aged man. The middle-aged man waved his hand, put the long sack at his feet, and slowly served the tea and drank it slowly.

The middle-aged man's cold eyes flashed with a faint smile: "What an interesting young man?" sipped the tea lightly, and said earnestly, "Young man, if you don't listen to the old man, you will suffer in front of you!"

Shen Yuan was also the master who was not threatened at all, and said lightly: "Oh, what is the loss in front of you, do you want to swim in the 'Yellow River Valley', but you still have to listen to you?"

"Bold!" The big men in the surrounding outfits screamed violently, their bodies were murderous, and the sword in his hand was half drawn, and the snow was shining brightly, and he could kill at any time, so frightened that the old man in the tea shop trembled with his legs, and he couldn't help but fall to the ground.

The middle-aged man's face twitched, his hands shook, and he said lightly: "Take back the sword, don't frighten the old man?"

The light flashed, the sword light entered the sheath, and the murderous aura around it suddenly dissipated.

The middle-aged man looked at Shen Yuan, who was nonchalant, and smiled, "Young man, what's your name?"

Shen Yuan said lightly: "It's better not to know?"

"Why?" the middle-aged man asked with a stunned expression.

Shen Yuan stretched out his hand and drank all the tea in the cup, and said lightly: "When Pingshui meets, if we know each other's names, I'm afraid that it will cause death." ”

"What do you mean by this? Pingshui meeting can be regarded as fate, since there is fate, as long as you report the name of the old man in the Great Northwest, you can keep you safe. ”

"Since my predecessors want me not to go to the 'Yellow River Valley,' there must be something big going on in the 'Yellow River Valley,' but the younger generations have admired the prosperity of the Yellow River for a long time, and if I can't see it with my own eyes, it will be a pity in my life!

The middle-aged man laughed and said, "It turns out that the little brother is a person who is afraid of things?"

Shen Yuan shook his head: "Although the younger generation is not a person who is afraid of things, but it is better to have more things than one less? After looking at the Yellow River, he will definitely fly away, so why cause some trouble?"

The middle-aged man smiled slyly: "The old man is Zhao Qingshan, the master of the second valley of the 'Yellow River Valley', under one person in the entire Great Northwest and above ten thousand people, why should the little brother be afraid?"

Shen Yuan said embarrassedly: "It turns out to be the famous 'benevolent and righteous man' Zhao Gu Master in the northwest, and he has admired him for a long time!"

Zhao Qingshan smiled: "How about it? Zhao won't hurt you!"

Shen Yuan said: "The name of the Zhao Valley Lord is all over the Great Northwest, as long as the name of the Valley Lord is reported, the younger generations will naturally walk sideways in the entire Great Northwest." However, looking at the seniors in a hurry, looking tired, it seems that there is something important on the body?"

Zhao Qingshan smiled immediately, and clenched the teacup in his hand tightly with both hands: "Little brother has good eyesight!" Then he looked down and asked in a low voice: "Little brother can you meet suspicious people along the way?"

"Suspicious person?" Shen Yuan scratched his head in embarrassment, how could he tell Zhao Qingshan that he flew down from the world, but just shook his head, "Didn't the juniors meet?" But there was some resistance in his heart, and he didn't want to get entangled with the matter of the 'Yellow River Valley'. I don't know why, he always feels that as long as he goes, it must be bloody and bloody, is he really a lone star, and he will always bring endless disasters to others?

Zhao Qingshan sighed heavily, and said in annoyance: "Speaking of which, if you meet someone suspicious, I'm afraid that you have already been killed by them." ”

"Extinguish?" Shen Yuan was shocked in his heart, it seemed that the 'Yellow River Valley' was in big trouble, otherwise he would not have attracted the second valley master of the 'Yellow River Valley' to personally lead people to track him, and he still stayed away from them, so as not to get into trouble. Thinking of this, he Huo Ran stood up and shook his hands, "Seniors, please use it slowly, juniors go first!" Reaching out and taking out a silver ingot from his sleeve and putting it on the table, he turned around and walked away without waiting for Zhao Qingshan to come back to his senses!

A man in blue raised his eyebrows and asked in a deep voice: "Valley Master, do you want to ......" His right hand raised coldly in the air.

Zhao Qingshan shook his head and said lightly: "Although the origin of this son is unknown, he has no hostility towards the 'Yellow River Valley', we have important things to do, why bother to add unnecessary incidents?"

Another man in blue asked puzzledly, "Valley Master, why do you want to befriend him?"

Zhao Qingshan smiled and said: "This son is not a thing in the pool! Hehe, alone, crossing thousands of miles of yellow sand, not only has no dust on his body, no intention of being tired, but also has slender fingers and neatly trimmed nails, which is a good habit developed by sword practitioners." ”

The man in blue asked puzzledly, "Why haven't you seen his sword?"

Zhao Qingshan smiled: "Maybe his sword is a soft sword! It can be used as a belt, in short, it's better not to be an enemy of it!" After a few cups of tea, he gently dusted off his robe, grabbed the long sack with his right hand, moved lightly, then stopped, and said lightly, "Shi Lao, if you meet a group of black-clothed people with strange blades with a child, if you can save it, you will naturally save the child, if you can't save it, find a way to notify us." ”

The old man in the tea shop shrunk and tired, his face was pale and pale, and he kept trembling: "Yes...... It's ......!"

Zhao Qingshan glanced back at the old man, and sighed softly: "As long as you do this well, I will send someone to take you into the valley, so that you can enjoy yourself in the valley and spend your old age in peace." ”

The old man's pale face suddenly appeared a layer of redness, his eyes were shining, and he didn't know what to say! His legs knelt on the ground, and the old man burst into tears: "Thank you Valley Master!"

"Let's go!" Zhao Qingshan turned his head and got on his horse, galloping away with a group of blue-clothed people.

(b)

When night fell, the wind was loud, and the crazy wind carried the yellow sand to the green barrier, like a fierce giant, waving the big knife in his hand, constantly chopping the green world, as if he wanted to flatten all the green and turn it into a world of yellow sand!

Suddenly, one after another black figures galloped in, like lightning, through the vast yellow sand, into the long green road. From the nearest, in the blink of an eye, I have arrived at the tea shop.

I saw that it was a group of black-clothed people dressed very strangely, with unkempt hair and dirty faces, stained with yellow sand, and it seemed that they had suffered a lot. The leader was a tall and fat middle-aged man, with a cold light bursting out of his small eyes, hooking his nose and wide mouth, constantly spitting yellow sand outward, and scolding in his mouth: "Phew, bah, it's all that turtle son Zhao Qingshan, who made us suffer such a big loss, this account must be settled with him." ”

Behind him was a slender old man with a disheveled mane and a gray beard, and an inch-long hairpin was inserted diagonally into the bun. His face was wide and pointed, his expression was cold and ruthless, especially his eyes flashed like a poisonous snake, and his right hand like an eagle catching a chicken carried an eight- or nine-year-old child. The child was fat, ordinary, dark-looking, and his face was pale and unconscious at the moment.

The old man was followed closely by two tall and strong men, who looked extremely strong, with cold faces, and wore short jackets, but they showed their muscular arms, with tattoos on their arms, multicolored spots, like snake-shaped things, extremely strange. They clasped their hands in front of them, holding a pair of iron forks in their hands, which were eerie and cold, and smelled of blood.

"Quack, after walking for so long, the beak has faded out of the bird, huh, old fellow, do you have any wine?" the middle-aged man looked at the tea shop, his small eyes showing joy, and shouted loudly.

The old man in the tea shop leaned over, with a timid look on his face, and said in a trembling voice: "Ladies and gentlemen, the little old man only has tea here, no wine?"

The middle-aged man's face sank, stretched out his leg and kicked the old man, and scolded: "Old thing, you are looking for death, aren't you?"

The old man in the tea shop was so frightened that he sat on the ground and pleaded: "Guest officer, there is really no tea?"

"Fourth, don't embarrass others, since there is no wine, tea is fine, go and prepare!" A cold voice came, and although the tone was kind, it was cold and piercing, making people feel cold in their hearts.

The middle-aged man retracted his feet, sat down with his fat body, and patted the table with his right hand: "Old thing, is it deaf, isn't it, isn't it faster?"

The old man at the tea shop got up tremblingly and entered the room hunched over. The gray-haired old man casually threw the child to the ground, his cold eyes shooting around.

The middle-aged man reached out and dug out the ear holes, and said in a rough voice: "Don't worry, boss, Zhao Qingshan's turtle son has already been deceived by us, so will he stay here?"

The gray-haired old man said coldly: "Fourth, it's better to be careful in everything? If we hadn't hid in the yellow sand to avoid them this time, they would have discovered it a long time ago?"

The middle-aged man said unconvinced: "The boss is really the ambition of others to destroy his own prestige, with our means that we can use the people who are hiding in Tibet, hmph, in my opinion, they should be killed with a knife!"

"Lack of success, more than failure! This is the territory of the 'Yellow River Valley', wouldn't it be terrible if Zhao Qingshan found our whereabouts and then was chased and killed by thousands of people? Our first task now is to take this little guy well, just wait for the sect leader to arrive, and then we can use the little guy to exchange it for the 'Xuantian Order' from Hei Changhe's hands." Hmph, with the 'Xuantian Order' in hand, can you still let the stinky girls call the shots?" the old man said in a cold voice.

The middle-aged man grinned: "Not only that stinky girl, but even Shangxuanmen also listens to the orders of the sect leader, quack......" His eyes were full of lustful light, revealing endless fantasies, licking his lips, "That stinky girl is really beautiful, that figure, that little face, is really tempting?"

The old man snorted coldly: "Fourth, put away your lustful heart, that stinky girl is not what you can imagine?"

The middle-aged man salivated from his mouth, stretched out his hand to wipe it, and grinned: "Boss, I'm just fantasizing! Hehe, it's naturally the sect leader's dish, quack...... And that little girl is also good-looking, and she will be more beautiful than her mother in a few years...... Sect Leader Yan Fu is not shallow!" Raising his head, his fat palm slapped on the table, "Dead old man, why don't you serve tea yet?"

The old man in the tea shop came over tremblingly with a teapot, his hands trembled, and he almost poured the tea, but the middle-aged man snatched it fiercely and pushed him: "Get out!" He poured a full cup for the old man, and said with a smile, "Boss, you drink." ”

The old man nodded, reached out and picked up the tea and was about to drink it, but he put it down again, put it on his nose and sniffed it gently, then pulled out the hairpin from his head, slowly put it into the tea, and stared at it with a cold gaze.

"Boss, you're too careful, aren't you!, is this old immortal going to poison?" the middle-aged man muttered.

The old man took out the hairpin from the tea, looked at the hairpin that gradually turned from bright to black, the middle-aged man's face changed greatly, and he suddenly said: "Big mountain, big stone, kill the old guy for me?"

When the words fell, the two tall strong men had already pounced on the old man in the tea shop, the double forks were cold and pressing, and the tricks were fatal, the old man's face changed greatly, but the original rickety body flashed like a snake in an instant, knowing that it was exposed, he quickly pounced into the jungle.

The old man said coldly: "The Yellow River Valley is really a good means, there are killing moves hidden everywhere, hum, it's a pity that you can't escape?" The words fell, the middle-aged man's fat body flew up like an ape, light and flexible, the fat palm slapped to the old man in the tea shop in the distance, and suddenly a strong wind rolled around, saying that it was late, that was fast, the palm was as fast as lightning, like a giant spirit god palm falling from the sky, hitting the old man's back heart, the old man only felt a strong attraction to slap in, and he seemed to be pulled by a rope behind him, and pulled back suddenly, he struggled desperately, and his legs kicked wildly, but to no avail. At this moment, the two strong men's double forks pounced and slashed fiercely, the sharp blades pierced deep into his neck, dripping with blood, and with the dance of their double forks, the body of the old man in the tea shop was actually split into four by two pairs of iron forks, and it was bloody.

The middle-aged man withdrew his palm, and it was commonplace for all this blood, his face was full of smiles, and he said complimentally: "Boss is wise, Zhao Qingshan has accompanied his wife and broken his army again!"

The old man said coldly: "Fourth, it's better to be careful in everything, after all, we are still in the territory of the 'Yellow River Valley', and now that the son of Hei Changhe is in our hands, he will definitely try his best to regain his son, and he will not dare to publicize it everywhere." Since this is their hidden stake, it seems that Zhao Qingshan is still searching for our whereabouts. ”

The middle-aged man stopped laughing, and hurriedly asked, "Boss, what should we do next?"

The old man laughed grockingly: "Youdao is the safest place to be the most dangerous place, since they are searching for our traces everywhere, we might as well ...... Hehe, quietly take advantage of the night to hide in 'Yellow River Town', hide under their noses, and then wait for the sect leader to meet us. ”

"The boss is wise!" the middle-aged man complimented, smiling happily.

"Let's go!" the old man reached out and grabbed the child on the ground, and flew away, followed by a middle-aged man and two strong men.

At night, the tea shop is bloody, attracting flocks of birds to flutter.