It was snowing, and the rain was smearing with hail outside the car window, and it was coldly falling.

The carriage was galloping, the sun was sinking and the moon was rising, and the sky was clear.

The snow began to fall heavily, and finally there was goose feather snow. In front of it is a plum forest, beside the long galloping road, the cold fragrance on the plum branches floats, and the flowers are as clear as snow.

Some of the ice and snow were still sticking to the branches, there were no insects chirping, no birds chirping, and the land was cold and gloomy.

Duan Qianqiu had been half-asleep in Ping'er's arms, and then he smiled and said, "You are so fragrant, like a flower." ”

Ping'er said shamefully: "Engong don't make fun of Ping'er." ”

Duan Qianqiu suddenly said, "Why do I feel so heavy and tired?"

The road was bumpy, the carriage knocked on the stones, the whole car was knocked up, Ping'er's body also jumped, Duan Qianqiu was thrown out of her arms and landed on the carriage board.

But what he didn't expect was that Duan Qianqiu collapsed on the floor of the carriage like this, and his hands and feet seemed to be unable to move all of a sudden.

Ping'er hurriedly went over to help Duan Qianqiu, but Duan Qianqiu was still lying like a mess of mud.

Ping'er was in a hurry, her face turned red, but when her slender jade hand was on Duan Qianqiu's chest, she suddenly moved her fingers like the wind and sealed Duan Qianqiu's three key points.

Duan Qianqiu snorted coldly in pain, and froze like a piece of wood, this time he really couldn't even move his fingers!

There was an oil lamp in the car, Ping'er's face looked particularly soft under the lamp, her hands were still so ambiguous, so fragrant, she smiled and said to Duan Qianqiu: "Uncle Xiao, Xiao Engong, why can't you sit up, are you not feeling well? Is your limbs starting to numb, and your chest is also very stuffy, yo, does your head hurt too? This is difficult to do, how can Ping'er be a little girl?!"

Duan Qianqiu said with difficulty: "The wine is poisonous, you ...... Who is it, and why are you harming me?"

At this time, the carriage stopped, and Lao Zhao, who was driving the car, lifted the thick cotton curtain and said in a dumb voice: "The son has arrived." ”

Ping'er pouted and said, "Hmph, what kind of son is he, a thing that specializes in gnawing bones, if I wait until he comes to do it, I may even be eaten by this Mr. Xiao." Okay, you can tie this Mr. Xiao with a cowhide band, he was drunk and was sealed by me, but Mr. Xiao has a bad temper and has a lot of strength, so it's better to be careful. With that, she slowly stepped out of the carriage and stood beside the handlebar-like seat and stretched for a long time before jumping out of the car.

Lao Zhao got out of the way, and after she got out of the car, he jumped into the car, lifted the curtain, and prepared to enter the carriage to tie up Duan Qianqiu.

But the carriage was empty, the brocade box was nowhere to be seen, and not even the oil lamp in the car was gone.

Lao Zhao asked in horror, "What about people?"

When Ping'er heard this, she lifted the curtain and saw that there was no one in the car, and then looked at the bottom of the car and the roof, there was no one.

A chill came out of her heart, and Duan Qianqiu, who was still paralyzed in the car like mud just now, seemed to disappear like air.

It's quiet all around.

At this time, there seemed to be a fog rising in the distance, and then the sound of insects chirping from far and near, from faint to intense, approaching quickly and slowly.

At last, there was a clash of iron and stone, and the roar of the war horses rushing to kill sounded, and a tree in the forest suddenly fell, and a fire burst out in the tree, and a figure tossed and rolled in the fire, and finally stood up from the snow-covered grass with the smoke rising.

This person is a handsome scholar, his eyebrows are handsome, his skin is fair, his body is long and thin, standing in the wind, there is a jade tree in the wind, chic out of the dust of the beauty. But strangely, his face was covered with a black veil, which was covered from the nose down. There was still smoke on his white shirt, and his hair was a little burnt.

This person is the son that Ping'er and Lao Zhao talked about just now!

As soon as Ping'er saw him, she shouted, "Scholar, what's wrong with you?

The scholar didn't answer, he just stared at a snowdrift in the distance, his expression was very focused and nervous.

Ping'er followed the scholar's gaze, and with a wave of her hand, a white light flew out of her hand, and with a "porphyry" sound, it was nailed into the snowdrift.

The snowdrift exploded, but there was nothing inside.

The scholar's face changed, and he suddenly shouted at Ping'er, "Qianhua, be careful!"

A knife light flew out from the bottom of the carriage, cutting straight at the apples, the knife light was like a white practice, reflected in the snowlight and moonlight, and it was even brighter and white.

Ping'er twisted her body and retreated sharply, picked up a branch on the ground and stabbed it out reflexively, the strong wind broke through the air, and the shadows of the mountains were heavy, giving birth to a suffocating and powerful pressure, which was actually Songtao Zhiyue in Emei's swordsmanship.

But none of this worked, at least for Duan Qianqiu!

He didn't care about the branches that stabbed at his eyes, and he didn't feel anything about the other party's sword qi Gangfeng, his knife had no intention of blocking with a backblade, and after his knife was split, it was cleaved out! Just like his people, when he attacked, he was indomitable and killed to the end!

The branch in Ping'er's hand could only pull back Duan Qianqiu's knife, but when the branch touched the blade, it was like snow water meeting a red-hot furnace iron, and instantly turned into steam and dissipated, and the blade was added, like a defeated leather, Ping'er screamed, and flew back to the scholar's side, from her left shoulder to her chest, a tragic knife oozed blood, and her face became as white as snow.

The scholar stood in front of Ping'er, his hands were already covered with two silver claws, the tips of which shone blue, obviously quenched with poison.

Duan Qianqiu didn't pursue, he turned around, and Lao Zhao in the car had already shot seven mourning nails at him, Duan Qianqiu's long knife cut in a circle, and all the mourning nails were sucked on the blade.

Lao Zhao Fei got out of the car, his toes were on the snow on the side of the road, and his body jumped up, just as he was about to hide behind the branches of a pine tree, Duan Qianqiu's long knife slashed, and the mourning nails on the knife chased away, all hitting Lao Zhao's body. Lao Zhao didn't even hum, just like a frozen crow, falling from the tree.

Duan Qianqiu Yuan stood beside the car, stared at Ping'er and said with a smile: "Demon Fox Yao Qianhua! You are not good at learning swords, and you can't use poison, which is really disappointing, but you have retired to the rivers and lakes for so long, but why do you want to come out to sacrifice ugliness?"

Demon fox Yao Qianhua, an outcast of Emei, proficient in swordsmanship, lurking assassination, because the killing is too heavy, it is not allowed by the righteous path of the rivers and lakes, but secretly put into the door of Cai Xun, the minister of power, to act for the tiger, seeking refuge. But Duan Qianqiu didn't know about this.

Yao Qianhua laughed miserably: "Aren't you poisoned?I drunk in your wine, how did you avoid it, and your acupuncture ......" Before she finished speaking, she only felt a wave of anger rushing up, but she couldn't say the rest of the words, because she felt that she had done it seamlessly, but for some reason she was toyed with by Duan Qianqiu.

"Drunken Flower Kaoru, are you talking about this bottle?" Duan Qianqiu took out a small bottle from his body and said with a smile: "It's still relatively easy to touch something from your body." But your figure is well maintained, and it's rare that you're old, and you still have the fragrance of a girl. ”

Yao Qianhua was angry, she searched out a small bottle on her body, looked at it carefully, sniffed suspiciously, and there was a faint smell of medicine.