On the Moyun Mountain on the other side of the Fengqiao, there is a pavilion that is quiet and silent in the evening breeze, the locals call it the Evening Wind Pavilion; this Evening Wind Pavilion is located on a dirt mountain, surrounded by emerald green pines and cypresses, standing in this pavilion and overlooking the distance, you can have a glimpse of the grand scenery on Sijun Lake in front of you. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoLooking back, you can overlook the whole town of Fengqiao, and at the same time, you can smell the aromatic smell of pine resin in the cool evening breeze.

However, this place is also the place where Nanjian and Ouyang Feixue and his wife of "Sword Proud Feixue" and Xie Citong of "Double Sword Roaring Northwest" have made an appointment to have a life-and-death duel here early tomorrow morning; There have been five people in this place!

The first to set foot in the Pavilion was a dirty beggar in his fifties. He had an old knotted stick in his hand, a shabby coat over his shoulder, and the beard on his cheeks and chin mingled with his messy hair, except that his eyes were still shining, pitch black and shiny!

When he saw that there was no one around, he struck the floor of the pavilion with his stick, as if to predict its hardness, and then he knocked on the stone walls of the four pillars of the pavilion, still predicting its hardness. Then he went to the stone balustrade on all sides of the pavilion, and looked around the pavilion, as if he were going to set up a table in this place, and invite a group of guests, who were weighing the place, the wine jar, and the place, the table and the stools!

After surveying it like this, he looked up again, and looked at the thatched pavilion with wood and bark on his head! On it, he still used the stick in his hand to keep piercing the shed under his feet to see where it was hard enough and where it was more fragile! It was not until at last that he suddenly saw two black-clothed men wearing sunshade hats coming up from the path below the pine forest, and then jumped down and landed in the pavilion. And, at last, he looked around the pavilion again, and then went down the stone steps, without looking back, and went down the mountain road.

Just when the old beggar walked down the mountain, the second group of guests in this pavilion were the two people wearing sunshade hats that the beggar stood on the roof of the pavilion just now. These two people were also Ouyang Feixue and his wife, and when they came to this pavilion, they surveyed more carefully than any old beggar just now. Not only did they inspect the pillars and floors of the pavilion, but also the roof. Even the stone beams on all sides of the pavilion tried to climb up with their arms to hang them to see if they could carry the weight of a person.

Not only that, but they also jumped on the pine trees around the pavilion and tried to do something, swinging their swords and throwing their arms, as if simulating a fierce fight, and finally, the couple jumped down and landed in the pavilion.

"If only you could install a short bow crossbow on every pine tree, then you would be foolproof!" Suddenly, Ouyang Feixue said to his wife.

"Husband has a point!" said his wife, Li Shumei, "but Mr. Zhuge Ping, a master of using a short bow and crossbow, may not be able to find it." ”

"Then don't be afraid!" Ouyang Feixue said, "I know where to find him." ”

"Then without further ado," said Li Shumei, "should we go to him now, after all, the duel tomorrow morning is only a few hours away." ”

"Makes sense, we'll go to him now. As he spoke, they turned out of the pavilion and walked straight down the hill along the way they had come. At this moment, the sun in the west sky is only a red disc left, and there is a flock of gulls and herons, lined up in a neat herringbone, flying towards the west sky.

At this time, a white-haired old man, empty-handed, like an idler visiting the mountains and asking about the scenery, fluttered and sprinkled, and walked freely up to the pavilion. He walked to the center of the pavilion, took a cursory look at the surrounding environment, and then suddenly made a move, only to hear a roaring sound, and then there was a glittering golden light around the pavilion, and then he heard that the pine trees around the pavilion were staring at a five-star dart!

After that, he looked around again, and then stroked his beard with satisfaction, nodded, smiled and said to himself, "Yes, every angle is an ideal angle of shot." After saying this, he suddenly leaped and circled along the pine trees that had just been staring at the five-star darts, and immediately, all the five-star darts that he had just nailed to the trunk were taken away by him!

Finally, he rolled over and flew down the mountain like a crane from the pine forest.

The last person to walk up to this pavilion was none other than Xie Citong, who was wearing a light blue silk robe, with a beard as hard as a needle, and a broad-leaved double-strand sword in his hand. However, when he walked up to the pavilion, he not only carried a double-strand sword, but when he walked up to the pavilion, he also carried a cloth bag in his other hand, and this cloth bag looked very heavy and heavy!

For there were daggers seven inches long, so what was the use of him carrying so many daggers? He, like everyone else, came to the middle of the pavilion and looked around carefully, and then he made some movements, like everyone who came here. It's just that the actions he did were a little different from the people in front of him!

He first jumped to the roof of the pavilion and hid a dagger in each of the four corners of the roof, and after jumping down he jumped out of the pavilion and hid a dagger in the grass in each of the four corners of the pavilion. However, the cloth bag he carried in his hand was still heavy, and there were at least ten or more of these daggers in it.

So he flew towards the surrounding pine trees, hiding a dagger in the slits of each of the pine trees that surrounded the pavilion, and by this time he had only the last dagger left in his hand. So he looked at the pavilion again, and at last his eyes lit up and he nailed to the first stone steps that had been walked into the pavilion. Seeing this, he jumped to the first stone step of the pavilion and immediately hid the last dagger in his hand in the deep grass on the left.

When he had done all this, he nodded again with satisfaction, and looked up at the twilight sky before him, when a lone white crane flew overhead, and as he looked up, he let out a desolate cry of "Uh!"

Finally, he withdrew his gaze from afar, fixed his gaze on the evening breeze pavilion in front of him, a gust of evening wind blew, and he said leisurely: "Brother, don't worry! Big brother can avenge you tomorrow morning and kill the Nanren with his own hands!" After saying this, he twisted the empty cloth bag into a roll the size of a fist, and threw it into the depths of the distant pine forest. At the same time, he carried the broad-leaved double-strand sword head and walked along the mountain road! )