Martial Arts: Invite the Moon to send me undercover Jin Yiwei

3 Chapter [-] "Meet A Fei Again" Li Xunhuan's Regrets?

After walking for about half an hour, the wind and snow suddenly picked up, and the sound of howling wind gathered. Dong Tianbao, who was driving, felt that his eyes were white and the road could not be seen clearly.

"Young Master, the wind and snow are too heavy. I'll hurry up. If there is a place to rest in front, let's take a rest. If not, I'm afraid we have to find a place to take shelter first."

"it is good!"

"drive!"

When Dong Tianbao got the reply, he immediately shouted, raised the whip in his hand, and the speed of the carriage was much faster.

After walking for about a quarter of an hour, there was a bell ringing in front of him.

When I got closer and looked carefully, I found that it was also a carriage, and on the right side of the official road, there was a thin figure advancing in the wind and snow.

Seeing his thin appearance at a glance, I am afraid that I will doubt whether this guy will be submerged in the wind and snow.

Dong Tianbao turned his head to look at it, but he was a little sympathetic.

If it weren't for the few robbers who appeared earlier, he would have invited this person to come up to avoid the wind and snow.

Of course, you must let your son agree.

Maybe because he heard the movement, the curtain of the carriage was lifted, Lin Wuyou looked out of the carriage, and saw this thin young man.

He is really young and wears very little.

The above 27 is still patched, and one can tell at a glance that the economic conditions are not very good.

The hair is quite neat, covered with flying snow.

His back is straight, straight like a sword.

There is a very strange thing on his waist.

Normal Jianghu people have either a knife or a sword on their waist, but the young man in front of him has a piece of rotten iron on his waist, a piece of rotten iron sandwiched between two pieces of wood.

But there was a little bit of dark red on the rotten iron plate.

Blood!

The traces of blood left after the murder!

In Lin Wuyou's mind, a name emerged.

hooligan!

Apart from him, there is no one else who is dressed like this and is so young.

Ah Fei also looked over, with a bit of curiosity in his eyes.

Although he only looked over from the little space on the carriage, he could still see that beautiful face.

And he seems to have a little affection for this person!

Lin Wuyou looked at A Fei, but nodded without saying hello.

A Fei was stunned for a moment, and nodded in response.

Seeing that Lin Wuyou didn't intend to stop, Dong Tianbao urged the carriage, bypassed the carriage in front, and continued to move forward.

And the driver in the carriage next to him was a bearded man in a black leather coat.

The man turned his head and glanced at Dong Tianbao, as if he noticed that Dong Tianbao's aura was not weak, and his eyes were a little dignified.

However, seeing the carriage not stopping and walking straight over, the bearded man was relieved.

In the carriage behind him, there was a middle-aged man with a bad complexion.

He was dressed in white like snow, with a pale, sickly face, holding a carving knife in his hand, and a carved puppet in the other hand.

That is a very beautiful woman.

Li Xun Huan looked at the puppet in his hand, sighed lightly, and lifted the car curtain made of mink fur.

The wind and snow blew in, making him feel cold all over, but his eyes were attracted by the young man in front of him.

His brows were thick, his eyes were large, his thin lips were pursed into a tight line, and his straight nose made his face look thinner.

This face makes it easy to think of granite, stubborn, determined, indifferent, indifferent to anything, even to himself.

But this is also the most handsome face Li Xun Huan has ever seen in his life. Although he is still too young and immature, he already has enough attractive charm.

There seemed to be a smile in Li Xun Huan's eyes, and he said:

"Get in the car, I'll drive you for a while."

In this endless world of ice and snow, his proposal was really irresistible to anyone.

No one wants to freeze to death.

Who knew that the young man didn't even look at him, and he didn't stop in his footsteps, as if he didn't hear anyone talking at all.

"Are you deaf?"

Li Xunhuan was a little puzzled.

But the boy's hand suddenly grasped the hilt of the sword at his waist. His hand was already white with cold, but his movements were still very flexible.

Seeing this, Li Xunhuan laughed:

"So you're not deaf, so come up and have a sip of the bar, a sip of wine won't do anyone any harm!"

The boy shook his head, and suddenly said:

"I can't afford to drink."

"I'll buy you a drink, you don't need to spend money to buy it."

The boy continued to shake his head and said:

"I will never buy something that I didn't buy myself, and I will never drink wine that I didn't buy myself... Have I made my words clear enough?"

Li Xun Huan was stunned for a while before replying;

"Clear enough."

He had never seen such a boy before.

Really young, young people envy!

"You should go."

The boy urged.

Li Xunhuan was silent again for a long time:

"Okay, I'll go, but when you can afford wine, will you buy me a drink?"

The boy glanced at him, as if to see if he was worthy of a drink.

After a while, he nodded again and said:

"Okay, I invite you."

Seeing him like this, Li Xunhuan laughed and sat back.

He has seldom been this happy.

The carriage continued to move forward, and after walking about a hundred or so steps, the bearded 077 man suddenly said:

"Master, are we really going back? This time I feel very unusual."

"Chuanjia, what are you worried about?"

Li Xunhuan's voice was ethereal and had a quiet feeling.

"The news of our return cannot be concealed... Just now I saw a congenital late-stage master driving away in a car."

Tie Chuanjia replied sullenly.

He was not afraid of anything, but worried about his young master, who was in danger.

After all, in the northwest martial arts, no one would like to see him come back.

Even if it was a sworn brother in the past, it was the same.

But he himself can't see through it.

"A congenital late-stage master? It seems that there must be a remarkable person in that car. I didn't take a look at it just now, but I smelled a little alcohol.!"

Li Xun Huan said lightly, as if he felt a little regretful.

But Tie Chuanjia knew very well that his young master would never have any regrets.

If there is, there may be only one, but it cannot be said.

Tie Chuanjia was silent.

"I'm still on my way in the wind and snow, I'm still such a master, I'm afraid the front will not be quiet!"

Li Xun Huan whispered something, his tired eyes sparkled.

He looked down at the unfinished puppet in his hand again. He waved the knife in his hand lightly, and a little bit of sawdust fell down.

Chapter 351 "Tavern Rest" Surprised Xiao Shishilang and Feng Siniang

Yan Shisan walked quickly.

He's always been quick.

Like his sword!

his feet!

In the wind and snow, a thin figure came into view.

A young man in very thin clothes, with a straight back, like a long sword, with a broken sword hanging from his waist.

That's right, Yan Shisan could tell at first glance that it was a sword, not a piece of iron.

Such a snowy day, such a young man, and such a sword aroused Yan Shisan's interest.

Hearing the movement, Ah Fei also turned his head to look at the black-robed man walking from behind.

This man was tall and big, and his entire body was covered by a black robe, only his snow-covered head was outside.

At his waist was a very luxurious sword.

But his hand was not on the sword, but a jar of wine and half a roast chicken.

"Is this your sword?"

Yan Shisan asked knowingly.

"Yes!"

A Fei answered very simply.

He didn't hesitate at all, and he didn't feel ashamed at all, which was quite natural.

Yan Shisan smiled, threw the half roasted chicken to him, and raised his wine pot.

A Fei's hand that was white with cold caught the roast chicken, but he didn't rush to eat.

"I have no money!"

he said calmly.

Yan Shisan laughed twice:

"Then take it as your reward for answering my question just now."

He found this young man very interesting, and seemed to be about the same as when he was young.

But what was he like when he was young?

I have almost forgotten it, maybe I can find some traces from this young man.

Ah Fei listened, took a bite of the roast chicken, and then raised his almost empty flagon.

That was an ugly flagon.

Same as that sword.

Knowing what the other party meant, Yan Shisan raised his own wine jar, touched A Fei's side, and then leaned back to take another sip.