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When the night hangs in the air, the moon sweeps down, the light is as bright as day, there is only a young man with a sword walking on the white street, the curfew is strict in the city of North Lai, after sunset the street is desolate, and there is no one but the husband at night. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

In a room in a small inn in the corner of North Lae, three figures sat around a greasy table, on the table was a dim oil lamp, the wick was cut very short, I don't know whether the shopkeeper deliberately cut it short in order to save money on lamp oil or other reasons, the wick burned from time to time to make a crackling sound like fried beans, and three people, two men and one woman sat in front of the table at this time and whispered about something.

The woman is mediocre, can only be regarded as below average, is the kind of ordinary people who are difficult to remember the sound and smile, even in the Qinglou is difficult to have guests, she has a short knife pinned to her waist, wearing a long cyan skirt to cover the blade, if it were not for a pair of indifferent eyes, it is easy to be seen as a big girl next door who has grown up.

The two men opposite, one of them was a big man who was simple and silly, with bare breasts, dark skin, thick hair, and dragon-like muscle bumps, but his face was full of flesh, and he couldn't even see the expression of joy and sorrow, and the other was a white-faced scholar, holding a delicate folding fan for writing autumn water articles, and a long sword pinned to his waist, the hilt of which was decorated with yellow ears of wheat.

"Knock-"

There was a knock on the door outside, it was the flattering voice of the shopkeeper, saying that the day was getting cold and the guests were afraid that they would come to the cold and add two pots of hot water to make tea to warm up.

"We don't need it here. ”

The shopkeeper seemed to be very annoyed when he heard it, and scolded when he turned around: "It turns out that he is a poor son, and he has no money to live in an inn, so it is better to sleep on the street." ”

Being the second little shop is nothing more than relying on a mouth of 'thousands of clothes and sycophants', since it can make the guests comfortable can also make people feel bad, and the ability to scold people is not much weaker.

The faces of the three people in the house are not good-looking, and the people walking in the rivers and lakes are nothing more than a face, the woman with her back to the door frowned, and laughed loudly: "It's because we don't know how to lift, you come in." ”

"The guest officer helped open the door, and two pots of water couldn't be carried. ”

After Xiao Er agreed, his words became warm.

The tower-like man got up quietly, walked along the door to open the door, before opening the door, he first put his ear on the door and listened carefully to the movement outside the door, they came to North Lae this time to do something big, but they couldn't overturn in the gutter.

Just when the big man approached the door and listened carefully, a sharp long sword pierced through the door panel and stabbed the big man in the stomach.

The door was kicked open, and even the bearded man was kicked out of the country like a shrimp, cowering in the corner, not knowing life or death.

Outside the door, a young man wearing a mask that looked like he was crying, not crying, laughing, not smiling, walked in, a long sword was still dripping with blood, and the man was dressed in a red sable fur, which was very eye-catching.

The woman with her back to the door glanced at the big man in the distance, and quietly reached under the hem of her skirt and rested on the hidden hilt of the knife.

But just when she touched the handle of the knife, then the hairs on her body suddenly rose, as if she had fallen into a cold pool, and she didn't feel sweaty.

The young man naturally had no doubt about Jiang Yangsheng, at this time, the Qingque Ancient Sword in Jiang Yangsheng's hand was on the woman's jade neck, as long as she used a little force, she could wipe out the jade, Jiang Yangsheng didn't have any thoughts of pity and cherishing the jade, as long as the woman made any moves, she would kill it.

The enemy was very red when they met, but now that the situation is reversed, they are not as humiliated as they were when they met.

These people were Jiang Yangsheng who plotted to assassinate the king of Beilai in the tea shop when he went south for 16,000 miles, and then was reprimanded by Jiang Yangsheng, and the jade-faced scholar rewarded Jiang Yangsheng with a few big mouths.

Previously, the eyeliner spy on the Beilai Mansion only found out that there were assassins here, but I didn't expect that after entering the door, it was these people, it was really a narrow road, and now I bumped into the former enemy, but Jiang Yangsheng didn't squeak, and there was no way to know from the other side, or no one would remember that he was a little beggar back then, and Jiang Yangsheng hated scholars the most, especially the scholars who use swords are the most hateful, and they are quite ruthless and ruthless when they kill people with a mouth full of sages and sages.

"This brother is a person who walks the rivers and lakes, we are passing by Beilai City, there is no need to fight each other, right?"

The only white-faced scholar who was not restrained quietly closed the paper fan in his hand, looked up at the sad and joyful grimace of the young man in front of him, and squinted his eyes and said word by word.

The woman originally wanted to take advantage of the distraction of the man behind her, pull out the short knife at her waist, and now she is in danger, this ghost-faced man will draw his sword as soon as he enters the door, and naturally he can't be good, so the woman in the green skirt gritted her teeth and fought for her life, but when she put her hand on the handle of the knife, she felt a sharp pain in her wrist, and a bloody palm fell to the ground, and the woman suddenly held her wrist, and screamed heartbreakingly, and her face, which was not beautiful, was distorted, showing horror.

The scholar slapped the table with both hands, even if he got up, pulled out the long sword in his hand, and folded the fan in one hand, now the scholar's appearance is placed in the fireworks willow alley, there will naturally be countless smoke willow women screaming, wanting to make a promise, but the rivers and lakes are rivers and lakes after all, and walking in the rivers and lakes is not like a prostitute in the Qinglou Hook Fence, just relying on good looks is useless, Lao Kong is an example, there is no appearance of a master at all, sloppy and unkempt all his life, and he will not be hooked with the sword god in the eyes of people, but Lao Kong is a generation of sword leaders after all, so that a generation of sword cultivators can't raise their heads, according to Jiang Yangsheng, then a lifetime of uninhibited love and freedom.

Jiang Yangsheng raised his sword, swung it away, and approached the scholar's door, the scholar saw this, the paper folding fan in his left hand suddenly pressed down, and the long sword in his right hand was handed out, wanting to follow the flaw to strangle the sable Qiu man.

Jiang Yangsheng's sword cultivation foundation is not solid, and the frivolity of the foundation is a comment of Yu Lindao on his swordsmanship, Yu Lindao has a comment on his swordsmanship, and another sentence is 'good and strange', which may be influenced by Yu Zhijing's "Dripping Water Sutra" Jiang Yangsheng's whole swordsmanship has a smell of yin and evil, and it is true that the sword goes sideways.

Seeing the scholar take the throat with a sword, the green finch in Jiang Yangsheng's hand suddenly pressed down, the strength was great, and it was really rare, I saw that the scholar's arm sank with the long sword, and his whole body was shaped like a bent bow, after pressing down the scholar's sword, Jiang Yangsheng backhanded a sword, stabbed behind him, and the eyes of the woman with a broken wrist who was trembling with resentment behind her and pulled out the short sword with her other hand suddenly froze, and a fine bloodshot on her neck slowly cracked, and the blood gushed like a spring, and disappeared.

The scholar looked at the woman who was dying and struggling with her neck and the reckless man who had fallen in the corner of the wall and had lost all the organs in his stomach and could no longer die, his eyes narrowed, thinking about how to escape.

"Can you escape?"

The first voice came from under the grimace mask, so young, it is estimated that he is not even seventeen or eighteen years old, and he is not as old as an adult.

"The lackeys of Beilai?"

Jiang Yangsheng crossed the sword and was noncommittal.

The scholar's face sank, gloomy and about to drip water, he didn't expect that the ghost-faced young man in front of him was an eagle dog from Beilai Mansion, and he was like a maggot on the tarsal bones, looking like he was dying.

Back then, it was this Siwen who slapped Jiang Yangsheng's mouth, and now he will die even if he doesn't sneak into Beilai Mansion.

After knowing that things had not turned around at all, the white-faced scholar was relieved, if he was distracted at this time, he would definitely die, and he could only give it a go, maybe he could still fight for a glimmer of life.

The sword light and sword shadow in the house, the moonlight outside the house is shining, when Jiang Yangsheng walked out of the inn, a black cloud covered the bright moonlight, the moon was dark and the wind was high, when he killed!

Walked along the official road outside Beilai City for a night, Jiang Yangsheng carried a green sparrow, walked leisurely with a sword and a person, and had nothing to do, he had three chapters of the law with Yu Lindao before leaving, and returned at the age of twenty and the year of the crown, and now Jiang Yangsheng is eighteen years old, so he has to travel for two years or more.

According to Yu Lindao's instructions, last time he and Lao Kong traveled south, this time he will go east to the north, along the soon-to-be-completed Grand Canal he will go all the way to the Red Emperor City, and then go out of Qilu Prefecture and go to the northwest.

This time there is no Lao Kong, there will be a lot less fun, when I used to be with Lao Kong, I was worried every day, not afraid that the next meal would not eat, but I was afraid that tomorrow Lao Kong would suddenly die, but I didn't expect Lao Kong to look thin but tough, he rode a horse Lao Kong ran wildly, and his own stop-and-go was 16,000 miles, but Lao Kong really walked down these roads, without the slightest moisture.

Ten steps and one killing, a thousand miles without staying. Jiang Yangsheng was not convinced from beginning to end, even if he heard so many legends, he was half-convinced, he believed that the White Red Emperor broke into the dog Rong alone, believed that Lao Kong was among the heavenly gates to peep into the fairyland, and believed that the young scholar ploughed the rivers and rivers, but there are always some things that I don't believe in my heart, maybe I don't believe in the so-called chivalrous Dan heart and ancient road heart praised in the people of this river and lake, and I don't believe in those so-called two-ribbed knives.

What are the rivers and lakes, it is nothing more than that people do not destroy the heavens and the earth for themselves, people die for money, birds die for food, the so-called morality of the rivers and lakes and the iron-blooded heart are all false, and the real interests are real.

Until dawn, along the bank of the river without hurry, on the riverbank, the torches burned until the morning light, in order to open the Grand Canal as soon as possible, the laborers and soldiers worked tirelessly, digging in shifts, and the sound of rumbling hammers and ruts could be heard far away.

Yu Lindao once said that the hundred miles of wilderness is just the lack of a big river to cross, and the "hundred miles of wasteland" cannot become a "hundred miles warehouse", and the wasteland within a radius of hundreds of miles cannot become a granary of hundreds of miles?

Therefore, when outlining the territory of the canal, Yu Lindao only considered the factors of qi and feng shui, and planned the Baili Wilderness as the supply place of military rations in Beilai, and Yu Lindao's vision was not not vicious.

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