Martial Arts of the Ming Dynasty: Salted Fish and Jin Yiwei in the Imperial City

He didn't go for fame.

Because his reputation has already spread all over the world, there is no need to use Li Xun Huan to prove himself.

He was purely curious, and simply wanted to make up for his childhood regrets.

Already.

Everyone no longer persuaded.

They could also hear the meaning of Ye Lan's words.

And they are a group of people who want literary talents and martial arts skills.

They are all unrestrained and unrestrained heroes in the rivers and lakes.

There is also a heart to make friends with people like Li Xunhuan.

Maybe I can get acquainted with Ye Lan when he comes to the door.

So everyone talked about how to make friends with Li Xun Huan.When you say something to me, the atmosphere is also hearty and fun.

On the way to the customs.

A carriage moved forward slowly, leaving two wheel ruts.

The protagonist who was talked about by Ye Lan and the others was sitting in the carriage at the moment.At this moment in October of the lunar calendar, near the northern border, the weather is already cold and snow has fallen.

The cold wind is like a knife, the earth is the cutting board, and all living beings are regarded as fish.

Thousands of miles of flying snow, turning the sky into a furnace, melting everything into silver.

The snow is coming, the wind is not yet fixed, the carriage came from the north, the rolling wheels crushed the ice and snow on the ground, but could not crush the loneliness between heaven and earth.

Li Xunhuan, who is also famous in this world, yawned.

The two long legs are stretched as far as possible on the soft mink fur.

Although the car was very warm and comfortable, the journey was too long and lonely. Not only did he feel tired, but he also felt disgusted. What he hated all his life was loneliness, but he often associated with it.

Life is full of contradictions, and no one can do anything about it.

But fortunately, Da Ming is not lonely now, on the contrary, it is very lively, just like the situation where he was stirring up trouble in Da Ming ten years ago.

"The battle between Pang Ban and Ye Lan is not to be missed.

At a young age, he has reached the peak, a young man is awesome, a young man is awesome〃〃! " Li Xun Huan sighed deeply, he highly respected that Lord Ye who had never met before but had heard of him for a long time.

When Bu Yi Er thought of his age, he recalled the scene when he was young and frivolous.

Thinking of Li Yuan, thinking of her...

Li Xunhuan sighed again, and took out a wine bottle from a corner. While he drank heavily, he also coughed loudly. The constant coughing made his pale face glow with a sickly blush. It was as if the flames in hell were burning his body and soul.

The appearance of a lungless and drunkard is nothing like that of the past.

But the bottle was empty, so he picked up a knife.

Picking up the knife, his temperament changed.

Focus.

Extreme focus.

He began to carve a figure, the blade thin and sharp, his fingers long and powerful.

It was a portrait of a woman whose contours and lines seemed so soft and graceful under his skillful hand that it seemed alive.

He not only gave her moving lines, but also gave her life and soul, because his life and soul have slipped away from the blade.

He is no longer young.

The corners of his eyes are full of wrinkles, each wrinkle is full of worries and misfortunes in his life, only his eyes are young.

It's hard to imagine that this is a master master, a 38-year-old master who is famous all over the world.

This seemed extremely uncoordinated for a grandmaster with a long lifespan.

But amidst this incongruity, his eyes are the youngest and most eye-catching treasures in his whole body.

Everything about him seemed to be condensed in his eyes, those strange eyes!

His eyes actually seemed to be emerald green, like willow branches blown by the spring breeze, gentle and flexible, and like sea water under the summer sun, full of pleasant vitality.

Perhaps it is because of these eyes that he can live to this day.

Now that the portrait was finally completed, he stared at the portrait obsessively for an unknown amount of time, then he suddenly pushed open the car door and jumped off.

The big man driving the carriage immediately yelled and stopped the carriage.

This big man has a beard on his face, and his eyes are as sharp as a mandarin eagle, (the money is good), but when his eyes move to Li Xun Huan, they immediately become softer and full of loyal sympathy, like a vicious dog looking at him the master.

Li Xun Huan actually dug a hole in the snow, buried the newly carved portrait deeply, and then stood in front of the snowdrift in a daze.

His fingers were numb from the cold, his face was red from the cold, and his body was covered with snowflakes.

But he didn't feel cold at all. The person buried in this snowdrift was like a person closest to him. When he buried 'her', his own life became meaningless.

If you have changed someone else, you will be surprised to see him behave like this, but the big man driving the car seems to be used to it, so he just said softly: "It's almost dark, and the road ahead is still far away. Master, get in the car quickly! "

Li Xun Huan turned around slowly, and found that there was actually a line of footprints beside the rut, coming here alone from the far north, and walking forward alone...

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Chapter 4 and Four: Innate Peak, Young Talent

It's like the world doesn't stand still for one person.

Ye Lan and the others are discussing Li Xunhuan.

On Li Xunhuan's side, his originally planned plot was also going on.

It's just that due to the influence of the mixed world, there will be a little bit of deviation from the original plot.

Even if Ye Lan didn't get in touch with Li Xun Huan, it would still affect him.

At this moment, Li Xun Huan was a little dazed looking at the footprints next to the rut.

Although he no longer wants to think about many things.

But under the heavy snow, a string of footprints appeared in a place where there was no village or shop behind.

This made it hard for Li Xunhuan not to think.

As if subconsciously, Li Xun Huan analyzed the footprints, lost in thought.

The footprints are very deep. It is obvious that this person has walked countless times and is exhausted, but he still refuses to stop and rest.

This must be a very determined person!

But he can also be a very lonely person.

Because next to the footprints, apart from the wheel and horseshoe prints, there is only this series of his footprints.

Li Xun Huan heaved a long sigh, and murmured: "In this kind of weather, there is no doubt that there are still people who have to travel and suffer in the ice and snow. I think he must be a very lonely, very poor person."

The big bearded man didn't say anything, but secretly sighed in his heart: "Aren't you also a very lonely and pitiful person?

Why do you always only know how to sympathize with others?But I forgot myself..."

The big man is Tie Chuanjia.

Dang Gaoye 823 is the existence that caused a bloody storm in the early rivers and lakes.

It would not be an exaggeration to say that he is a hipster.

But now he is just Li Xunhuan's groom.

He stretched out his hand to lift the curtain of the carriage for this charming and tragic man, and carefully helped him sit back.

When Li Xun Huan got into the car, he asked inadvertently, "Do you think it's possible that this person also came to see the decisive battle between Ye Lan and Pang Ban?"

Tie Chuanjia muffled: "Perhaps, the news of their decisive battle has spread all over the world, even we heard it outside the Great Wall.

A young man like this will not let go of such a grand event. "

"Oh? How do you know it's a young man?" Li Xun Huan turned around and sat down, his tone seemed to be much more relaxed, even coughing less frequently.

Tie Chuanjia also returned to his place, and drove the carriage on the road again.

Still echoing the young master's words: "The footprints are deep and not chaotic, regular and orderly..." Li Xunhuan laughed and said, "Perhaps an old man can behave like this." Tie Chuanjia still said sullenly: "Those are all It's my fault, listen to the young master

After talking for so many years, I always think about the text. "

"Then how did you guess?"

〃I didn't guess because I saw him before (beff).

But his speed is quite fast, at least faster than our carriage speed just now

Li Xun Huan couldn't help laughing.

He also didn't want to follow.I have been bored for many years, and I actually sometimes joke around.

But he's basically trying to ease my mood.

Li Xunhuan knew Tie Chuanjia's intentions.

But his soul had already flown out with his knife.

The heart is already dead, so how can we talk about the mood?He reached out and touched under the car seat.

There are many pieces of solid pine wood under the car seat, Li Xunhuan started to carve again.

His technique is refined and skilled, because he always carves the same person.This person has not only occupied his heart, but also his body.The snow finally stopped, but the coldness between the heaven and the earth became heavier and the loneliness became stronger.Fortunately, there was already a sound of human footsteps in the wind.

crunch...

It was the sound of stepping on the snow.

Although this sound was much softer than the sound of horseshoes, it was the sound Li Xun Huan was looking forward to, so no matter how soft it was, he would never miss it.

Since Tie Chuanjia said that he had seen the owner of that footprint, then they will definitely meet again.

Because there is only this way back to the Central Plains.

So he raised the ermine curtain and opened the window.

Immediately he saw the lonely figure walking ahead.

This man walked very slowly, but he never stopped. Although he heard the hissing of the bell and the horse, he never turned back!

Li Xun Huan didn't wonder why he overtook their carriage at such a speed because he knew it was because of himself.

He got out of the car to bury the wood carvings from time to time, and the speed never got faster.Of course, he was not in a hurry, but when he saw the lonely figure in front of him, he seemed to see his own back for a moment.

Is it lonely?

Maybe so.

But he still has Tie Chuanjia.

Who else is this boy?

As the carriage approached slowly, Li Xun Huan saw it more clearly.

The boy neither brought an umbrella nor a hat, and the melted snow and ice flowed down his face and down his neck. He was only wearing a very thin piece of clothing.

The mist rose on his body, like a piece of hot iron walking on the snow.

His back is still straight, and his body is as if made of iron.

Ice and snow, severe cold, fatigue, fatigue, and hunger all cannot make him yield.

Nothing can make him succumb! Innate peak!

Young talent!

When the carriage came to the front, Li Xun Huan saw his face again.

His eyebrows are thick, his eyes are big, his thin lips are tightly drawn into a line

, The straight nose makes 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.

Looking at the image of this young man again, Li Xun Huan seemed to have a smile in his eyes.He has seen many people, and he has seen many people.