Yuan Thirteen is terrible.

The government has been wanted for 16 years, and the "Six Doors" has lost at least 48 first-class catchers in 16 years, but it still hasn't caught a single hair of Yuan 13.

Yuan 13, a native of Heishui Town, Liaodong, has done many evils in the past 16 years, committed many crimes, committed heinous crimes, and is difficult to write.

Yuan 13 was the first to kill his father, the first to insult his sister, and the first case was to burn down his own house and ransack it. In the sixteen years since his debut, every bloody case done by Yuan 13 has been outrageous.

The black and white people on the rivers and lakes hated and feared Yuan Thirteen, and regarded them as plague gods, and they couldn't avoid fear. It has been many years since anyone took the initiative to find Yuan Thirteen, so when Yuan Thirteen saw Luo Zhengxi appear in front of him, "they" who were drinking and chatting under the "Chaotian Ridge" were startled at first, and then they smiled happily as if they had picked up a gold ingot.

Yuan 13 is not afraid at all.

Yuan 13 wished that someone would come to "them".

Wait, how can Yuan Thirteen chat alone? No!

-- "Yuan 13" turned out to be not a person at all.

-- Thirteen people!

Thirteen masters.

Yuan 1, Yuan 2, Yuan 3, Yuan 4, Yuan 5, Yuan 6, Yuan 7, Yuan 8, Yuan 9, Yuan 10, Yuan 11, Yuan 12, Yuan 13!

Yes, thirteen people in total!

They are brothers, but they hold different weapons: the mourning sword, the tiger basket, the sawtooth knife, the Qiankun circle, the nine-section whip, the judge's pen, the meteor hammer, the chain gun, the tiger head hook, the Xuanhua axe, the Tuotian fork, the plum blossom roller, and the crescent halberd.

The martial arts schools they practice are also completely different, with different appearances, personalities, and heights. Their martial arts, theirs are like thirteen articles with different styles and difficult to understand, and there is no trace to follow.

Just like Han Yu's boldness and unrestrainedness in the Tang and Song dynasties, Liu Zongyuan's simplicity and smoothness, Ouyang Xiu's simplicity and nature, Su Xun's majestic simplicity, Su Shi's magnificent atmosphere, Su Zhe's incisive reasoning, Wang An's stone cliff is close to people, Zeng Gong's twists and turns, everyone's moves have different styles, but as long as you can't understand it, you can't parry.

When they saw Luo Zhengxi, they were surprised as if they had found a fish in the desert.

Yuan Yi licked his long blood-red tongue and asked with a smile, "Boy, are you...... One person, kill thirteen of us?"

Luo Zhengxi didn't answer, before the big battle, he didn't want to waste any of his strength, even if it was the strength to speak.

He held the knife in his hand, and the silk scarf on the hilt fluttered in the wind.

The red silk scarf is as red as the rising sun.

This is the first battle of his official debut against the enemy!

The enemy is not one, not just two, but thirteen!

- The first time you meet the enemy, you have to deal with thirteen enemies!

- Thirteen wolf-like rivals!

The blade was shining in the scorching sun, Luo Zhengxi was sweating under the scorching sun, sweat soaked his coarse cloth clothes, he didn't expect that Yuan Thirteen was thirteen people, he had been surrounded, he had wanted to throw down the knife several times, wanted to give up resistance, and gave up everything.

He didn't do that.

Because he can't insult the red silk scarf tied on his wrist, and he can't insult the person symbolized by this red silk scarf, the first swordsman in Beijing, Shang Song and Dance!

-- By tying this red scarf, you are determined to fight to the end, and you cannot show weakness in front of anyone in death!

The red scarf itself seems to be able to bring people an indomitable courage!

He swung his sword, shouted wildly, and rushed over.

The bright red silk scarf fluttered, more dazzling than the light of the knife.

He immediately heard the sound of the blade slashing into the bones of the other party's Yuan Eleven.

Yuan Shiyi fell, his eyeballs bulging, and he was still staring at the bloody silk scarf.

Luo Zhengxi's clothes were immediately stained with blood.

Blood, is it his own, or is it someone else's?

The knife, but it was his own, a steel knife without sheath, without a blade, without a name, and without mercy.

He rushed in, just like dismantling all the thirteen incomprehensible eight-strand texts and reinterpreting them according to his own thinking logic.

His knife slashed Yuan Liu's throat, and his right arm was slashed away by a sawtooth knife at the same time; he picked up the knife with his left hand and gritted his teeth to cut Yuan Liu's waist, and he was hit by an axe; he turned around and cut down Yuan Shi, and he ate a whip; he slashed Yuan Wu, and then slashed Yuan Er behind him with his backhand, and he fell to the ground; while landing on the ground, he slashed Yuan San's lower yin; when he turned over and jumped up, he slashed Yuan Twelve's left eye; at the moment when he hit the back of the Qiankun circle, he slashed Yuan Si; then he slashed Yuan Jiu's face with a mouthful of blood arrow; he was hit by a meteor hammer, he did not retreat but advanced to slash Yuan Qi; the moment he fell to the ground, he slashed Yuan 13, who was panicking and retreated。

He slowly got up.

His opponent was only Motoichi.

He beheaded twelve people, and it took less than six blinks of an eye, and everyone was in a pool of blood, and he himself became a bloody man.

With a bang, Yuan Yi's mourning sword fell to the ground.

- He was so frightened that he lost his ability to fight.

He knelt on the ground and begged for mercy, Luo Zhengxi swung out the knife in his left hand, and a head flew into the air with blood spurting-

Although Luo Zhengxi came back, he crawled back to the "Liangcheng Inn" with one arm, leaving a trail of blood, and he was really injured!

The injuries are not only not light, but they are quite serious, and if you change people, you may not survive at all.

Luo Zhengxi survived because it was Leng Beicheng who saved him. It's just that Leng Beicheng is also a human, no matter how superb his medical skills are, Luo Zhengxi's injury will require him to lie down for at least half a month.

In the days when she was recuperating from her injuries, Ling Shuangshuang often sent a cup of steaming bean curd to Luo Zhengxi. "Baijia Village" is some distance from the town, in order to prevent the bean curd from cooling, she puts the cup in her corset every time, and every time her skin is burned to a red and swollen piece.

At that moment, Leng Beicheng could see the warmth in Luo Zhengxi's eyes.

-- A killer should not have feelings, and with a killer with feelings, his knife will no longer be sharp.

The more you drink the wine, the warmer it gets, the colder the water gets, and when you drink alone, you are often very drunk, but the two people are different, and you will get even more drunk.

On the top of the ridge of the Liangcheng Building, a plate of broad beans, two pots of soju, and the sky is full of stars.

Luo Zhengxi was looking at the boundless desert in the north, and asked in a daze, "What is the place behind this desert?"

Leng Beicheng said: "It's another desert. ”

Luo Zhengxi turned his gaze to look at the brilliant lights in the south, and said, "Where is it?"

Leng Beicheng said: "Jingshi." A paradise for adventurers, a battlefield for careerists. ”

Luo Zhengxi smiled and said, "I want to go to Jingshi and go there." Brother Leng, if you hear in the future that there is a one-armed swordsman with a knife in his left hand in Jingshi, it must be me. ”

Luo Zhengxi was very drunk that night, and he left early the next morning.

On the day he left Liangcheng, the wind blew north, and he went against the wind, and he went to Jingshi.

Two months later, Luo Zhengxi joined Cai Xiangfu and sat on the fourth position of the "Eight Great Sword Kings", and his reputation caught up with Shang Song and Dance of the "No. 1 Swordsman in Beijing".

After Luo Zhengxi left, Ling Shuangshuang came to Liangcheng once, and stood under the flagpole outside the inn for a long time before leaving, as if she had forgotten something valuable, and she never appeared since.

――Some people, once they miss it, it will really be a lifetime, maybe you and I will eventually look at each other at the end of the world, but you should always know that I have been emotionally moved for you.