The world is prosperous, come alone for Qinghan

Shen Qinghan has always slept lightly at night. In order to take care of his bad habit in the past few years, Mo Nanfeng also developed a habit of going to various temples and ancestral halls to search for some soothing incense for him when he went down the mountain to do tasks. If things go on like this, as long as Shen Qinghan catches up with rest, Mo Nanfeng will come and burn an incense stick for him. He is obviously a rough guy with a knife and sword, but when he serves Shen Qinghan, he is more refined than his daughter's family.

There were a few times when Shen Qinghan himself couldn't bear Mo Nanfeng's pious appearance of lighting incense, so he joked, "Those who know know that you are burning incense, but those who don't know, you still think that I am dead and you are worshiping me."

"Bah, bah, nonsense, my Qinghan is going to live a long life."

So with Mo Nanfeng's 'soothing fragrance', Shen Qinghan slept very peacefully that night.

At dawn on the second day, there was a bit of noise downstairs. Shen Qinghan got up and was about to wash his face when he heard a noise. You can hear all the hawking sounds clearly, not to mention such a big movement.

"Qinghan, Qinghan, something happened, something happened."

When Mo Nanfeng kicked the door in, Shen Qinghan was pushing the window and looking out. Mo Nanfeng is a bold and rude person, and he has never learned to knock on the door. He just kicked open the wooden door After that, he remembered that Shen Qinghan hated the temper of people who would go on the rampage without hesitation the most. His posture of running forward froze, and he silently closed the door and retreated out.

Then he raised his hand and tapped on the wooden doorway, "Qing Han, are you up yet? I need you urgently."

This coherent movement made Shen Qinghan not even have time to frown, his eyes returned to the street where people were coming and going, Shen Qinghan said softly, "Come in."

"Qinghan, I'm really sorry, I kicked the door because there is really..."

"Speak the key."

"The people in Poshui Village are all dead."

"What?" Shen Qinghan turned her head sharply.

Light Frost City, Poshui Village.

The sixth largest weapon family in Xiyin

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Every year, the people of Xiyin Palace take away countless military-use-weapons-weapons from this place. Although they are not well-known masters in Poshui Village, Shui Changtian is also a person who relies on the imperial court to survive. Who on earth dared to come directly and destroy the door of the Shui family?

When Shen Qinghan rushed over with Mo Nanfeng, the inside and outside of the village were densely surrounded by people, and they could smell blood soaring before they got close.

"It's too miserable, this is really too miserable."

"It's true that no one is left alive."

Shen Qinghan walked to the innermost side sideways, and when he was about to step in, Mo Nanfeng grabbed his arm, "Don't go in."

No matter how curious people are, even when the gate of the villa is wide open, they will only stand around a few feet outside the gate and watch from a distance.

Shen Qinghan raised his head and looked in, only to see a red long sword stabbed diagonally above the hall.

Extremely weird.

"That sword is what we want to take." Shen Qinghan said.

"You want to take it directly?"

"No one in this world can move that sword except Ying Siyin."

"Come out and say it." Mo Nanfeng dragged Shen Qinghan, and didn't have time to care whether he was gentle or not. In short, he first pulled him away from that crowded place. The two of them walked into a long and deep alley. Only then did Feng push Shen Qinghan's shoulders and press him against the brick wall, "Didn't I say it many times, outside, don't mention the name Ying Siyin lightly?"

Shen Qinghan gritted his teeth, the face of a person who was always as cold as snow was stained with an indelible rage.

"There is such a big incident in Poshuizhuang, the imperial court will definitely send people down, we will wait here, and when the matter is settled, we will return to Kunlun Mountain with our swords."

"The people from the court are just cleaning up the corpses. Do you think they really know how to investigate the case?"

"We don't care if we investigate the case or not. Besides, even if you go in, even if you can prove that this murder case has something to do with Xiaowenhou, what then?"

"I want him dead."

Shen Qinghan didn't know how many times he had seen this kind of extermination case.

Xiyin Country, Northern Hebei fiefdom, Xiaowen Hou Ying Siyin, this person's usual method is to destroy the family with one sword.

Over the years, those who did not go according to his wishes, those who went against his wishes, and those who stood in the way, all of them could be resolved with the word 'Miemen'.

When Shen Qinghan mentioned this person's name, he couldn't help trembling all over his body. The cold winter ten years ago, the fire ten years ago, the random arrows ten years ago, the Ying Si who walked into the gate of Shen's mansion like a demon ten years ago Yin, since the fall of the Shen family, has always been his nightmare.

"Qinghan." Mo Nanfeng covered Shen Qinghan's mouth with his hand, "Don't talk nonsense."

Xiaowen Hou Ying Siyin has retired for many years, and the world is still full of his legends.

Shen Qinghan's heart was like turbulent waves and the sea was churning, but on the surface he could still maintain his rationality, so Mo Nanfeng covered his mouth and then covered his mouth. After all, that big idiot was really afraid that someone would listen to his words.

Shen Qinghan didn't hate Mo Nanfeng, because that fool was only for his own good.

"Get out of the way, make way ahead, Mr. Shang, the chief prison officer, is here... Those who stand in the way will be cut off..."

The two were entangled in the depths of the alley, and heard the sound of horseshoes coming from outside the wall. Judging by the movement, it was estimated that a team of more than ten people had come.

When the people at the gate of Poshui Village heard the shout, they immediately dispersed in a panic. The men in black clothes embroidered with gold thread and black gauze official hats galloped over on horseback. The door was guarded, and after the two rows on the left and right cleared the way, the sound of bells was heard from a distance.

Mo Nanfeng held Shen Qinghan's fingers, and the two cautiously poked their heads out from the alley.

A six-horse carriage came slowly, with black bird totems on all sides and four corners, and golden bells hung on the eaves, which jingled non-stop when they shook.

"Shang Luoyun?" Shen Qinghan frowned.

With just this soft sound, a cone-shaped dart suddenly flew out of the window of the galloping carriage, with a deep killing intent, and it hit Shen Qinghan's face directly. With this speed of action, It is very difficult to aim at the target to be shot so accurately, but Shang Luoyun can do it with ease.

Shen Qinghan was also calm, his eyes didn't show the slightest panic, and he didn't even touch the long sword hanging on his waist with his fingers, because he knew...

Mo Nanfeng would block it for himself faster and stronger.

"When" the blade of the sword collided with the dart, there was a piercing sound, and the surrounding audience turned their heads one after another, only to see the middle-aged man in the carriage who was called Mr. Shang burst out of the top of the carriage, and when he drew his sword, he slashed out. A dense sword energy went towards Shen Qinghan and Mo Nanfeng.

Mo Nanfeng drew his sword a little slower, but at least the sword energy he shot could block the opponent's attack. He stood at the entrance of the alley protecting Shen Qinghan, while Shang Luoyun hung in the air with an ugly expression. The swords all showed a confrontational movement, one blue and one purple two sword qi struck each other in the air, and the scattered force lifted many roof tiles away.

"Where did the yellow-mouthed kid come from, and dare to call the official by his first name?"

"I yelled." Mo Nanfeng raised his head and chest, and said righteously, "So what if I called you? Is there a rule in Xiyin Law that you can't call you by your name, Shang Luoyun?"

"Hmph, I don't know the heights of the sky and the depth of the earth." After finishing speaking, he turned around and swung his sword again.

Mo Nanfeng followed Shen Qinghan to practice swordsmanship hard in Kunlun Mountains for ten years. The kung fu of the two of them is among the juniors who are able to master and rank high among the younger generation. However, it is still possible to deal with an opponent like Shang Luoyun, who can barely be ranked as one of the few masters.

Facing this sword, Shen Qinghan chose to retreat, while Mo Nanfeng went straight to the roof, and both of them avoided easily. Naturally, this extremely domineering sword energy was so embarrassingly missed.

"Good skills..." Shang Luoyun raised his lips, and slowly dropped his toes back to the roof of his carriage. He pointed his sword at Shen Qinghan and said, "Son, just push my brother out to block the gun for what I'm doing. , is not open and above board."

"He did it voluntarily." Shen Qinghan didn't care.

"It seems that I have to teach you today what it means to be one person to do things and one person to be responsible."

"Please advise."

Shang Luoyun inserted his long sword into the scabbard, "The younger generation should take out the sword first, so that you won't win, and others will have to laugh at me for bullying the child."

"To deal with you, I don't have to draw my sword."

"The tone is quite loud, where did you come from?"

"The dead don't need to know so much."

"Hahaha." After Shang Luoyun looked up to the sky and laughed three times, he suddenly changed his face and drew his sword and ran towards Shen Qinghan quickly, "Speak out wild words."

Mo Nanfeng raised the sword in his hand, shook his head helplessly, and didn't chase after him. He simply sat in a tea shop beside him and drank herbal tea. Alas, tell me, how could Xiao Qinghan of his family be so arrogant? Woolen cloth?

"Huh?" He picked up the teapot, but it was empty, Mo Nanfeng threw the things on the table, and said to the little brother who hid on the side of the boiler, shivering with his head in his arms, "What are you doing here? Come get some tea."

Shen Qinghan said that he would not draw his sword unless he drew it, and even made an extremely ironic gesture with his hands behind his back, not intending to attack. After all, this Shang Luoyun is a member of the imperial court. If he is really punished, Kunlun The mountain was placed in a difficult position. Although Shen Qinghan was not a temperament that would look forward and backward, but this Kunlun Mountain was kind to him at least.

After dodging seven or eight moves in a row, at least seven or eight roofs were destroyed. Shen Qinghan's leisurely and carefree appearance stimulated Shang Luoyun even deeper.

"Damn it." Shang Luoyun frowned, raised his hand and stabbed Shen Qinghan's heart with a sword.

"I don't hide, but I bet you can't get into me." Shen Qinghan smiled, closed his eyes and gathered energy to blow a cold wind. It's not cold in March, but this cold breath suddenly followed everyone It's like the twelfth lunar month in winter.

The spectators under the stage began to wrap their clothes and rub their hands, and even the weaker ones even sneezed.

Group after group of transparent ice cubes wrapped Shen Qinghan in a circle, and after a circle, they were immediately closed in one place. This skill was a bit like the golden bell jar of Shaolin Temple, after all, it was gathered by his own internal force A barrier was set up to block the external damage. Shang Luoyun pierced the ice surface with a sword. Not only could the sword energy fail to break through the ice seal, but it was tightly sealed by the ice stone.

"Hmph..." Shen Qinghan also sneered, but his voice was a thousand times more charming than Shang Luoyun's, "Bro..."

Gentle and soft yet full of momentum.

The ice stone that tightly held Shang Luoyun's long sword broke apart, and Shen Qinghan pushed out a palm, and with one palm, he knocked Shang Luoyun over and rolled ten meters away, before landing heavily again.

"Master Shang..." The people in black rushed forward.

And that Shang Luoyun, I don't know if he was really knocked out, or because he felt ashamed so he rolled his eyes and pretended to be unconscious.