Brilliant thorn

The spring is getting stronger, and the branches of the winter have melted away.

Xiao Jue lay between the thick branches and closed his eyes to meditate. The dappled sunlight shone down like stars, bringing a bit of warmth. Occasionally, snowdrops dripped on the crevice of his lips, and the tip of his tongue smeared with a faint smell of mud and dust.

He has a beautiful appearance, his skin is pale and almost sick due to his black clothes, his left eye is covered with a black eyepatch, like a ghost or a Rakshasa.

He suddenly heard the sound of rustling breaking through the air, he waved his hand, turned over and got off the tree in an instant, there was already a sharp arrow with a cold light between his two fingers.

The arrow feathers are made of green sparrow tail feathers, which are tokens of stepping on the fairy pavilion.

"Show yourself."

There was a dead silence around, and no one responded to him.

Xiao Jue flipped his wrist, and the feathered arrow pierced through the snow and split the air, only to hear a scream from the bushes in the southwest, sharp but short-lived.

A man in green clothes came out from behind the tree, followed by two swordsmen in black clothes.

"As expected of the old pavilion master's favorite person, he will kill and kill decisively." The visitor's words and eyes were not without jokes, "It's a pity that the child is only 14 years old. If I remember correctly, he should be the same age as you when he entered the fairy pavilion Almost? In the blink of an eye, it has been almost ten years."

Xiao Jue had no intention of recalling the past with him: "Let's talk about business."

The man was full of smiles, looked sideways at his followers, and a portrait was respectfully handed to Xiao Jue and unfolded in front of him.

"This person's name is Fu Shaoyu, someone bought his head with a thousand dollars, and asked you to do it by name."

The person in the painting has sword-brows and star-eyed eyes, and he has a handsome and handsome appearance, which is unforgettable for people to see.

"At a young age, he has entered the list of masters in the world, and he is in full swing. He will go to Pingchuan Mansion for a banquet in the future, you..."

"understood."

Xiao Jue rolled up the portrait, turned around and walked away. When he passed the bushes, his right eye, which was as shallow as glass, swept sideways, but he didn't stop.

When he walked away, a swordsman said angrily: "It's so arrogant! Sect master, why do you need to look at that one-eyed dragon?"

"You don't need to say too much," Tang Yun sighed softly when he saw the cloudy clouds in the southwest, "The sky is about to change, I'll go back to the Immortal Pavilion as soon as possible."

Sure enough, within an hour, the thunder began to roll, and the spring rain fell for two full days before resting.

Xiao Jue rushed to Pingchuan as scheduled, and he didn't need to deliberately inquire, he just followed the people from the rivers and lakes and found the place where Fu Shaoyu had a banquet on this trip - Shenjiazhuang in the east of the city.

The owner of the villa, Shen Zhongqing, is kind, kind, and virtuous. Today is his fiftieth birthday, and all the sects and families sent people to bring gifts to celebrate his birthday.

The banquet is held in the courtyard covered with long carpets. Since the hour of the morning, there has been an endless stream of people visiting the door to celebrate the birthday, and the sound of silk and bamboo orchestras has not stopped all day long.

Xiao Jue crouched behind the blue tiles and upturned eaves, taking advantage of the bright moonlight and the lights in the courtyard to compare the people in the courtyard with the portraits one by one, but Fu Shaoyu was never seen.

Could it be that he didn't come to the banquet?

Just when he was about to dress up and sneak into the banquet, there was a sudden noise at the door, some young servants crawled across the courtyard and ran into the main hall. After a while, a few people came out of the hall.

The man with gray temples in the middle is Shen Zhongqing, the birthday star of today, and there are several men of similar age standing beside him, Xiao Jue doesn't care, his eyes are locked behind Shen Zhongqing.

The man was dressed in brocade clothes, with a high jade crown, and he was as handsome as the one in the painting.Even standing silent in a dark corner, it is hard to ignore his existence.

——Fu Shaoyu.

The sharp corner of the arrow in his sleeve was exposed, Xiao Jue kept a close eye on his prey, waiting for the opportunity to move.

"Let them in." Shen Zhongqing waved his sleeve and said loudly.

The dancers and musicians in the courtyard all retreated to the side, and the guests who had been chatting happily stopped chatting and laughing one after another. The noise at the door stopped suddenly, and a man in a black robe stepped into the courtyard, followed by ten women in red clothes. All are beautiful, very bright and moving.

During the banquet, someone exclaimed: "Iron Faced Eagle Claw, he is Cen Buyu, the right envoy of the Devil's Cult!"

In an instant, all the guests stood up with their swords and glared.

Cen Buyu didn't look sideways, walked to the bottom of the jade steps, cupped his fists and saluted: "Master Shen's birthday banquet today, I'm here uninvited, please forgive me. To express my apology, here are ten beauties. The good intentions of our master."

There was an uproar among the ranks, Shen Zhongqing already had a pair of children and grandchildren, the congratulatory gift from the Demon Sect was really shameless.

"In addition, there is a sword manual presented to Mr. Shen."

Cen Buyu took out half a scroll of fragments from his sleeve and presented it.He has only four fingers on his right hand, with skinny joints and sharp nails, resembling eagle claws. Because he is often covered with black iron masks, he is known as "iron-faced eagle claws".

"Although it is a fragment, it is also a rare treasure. The leader heard that Mr. Shen likes to collect famous artifacts, so he would like to love this half-que sword manual."

Shen Zhongqing lowered his eyes and glanced lightly, his face froze, several people standing beside him poked their heads one after another, and they couldn't help showing expressions of surprise.

Seeing this, Fu Shaoyu stepped forward to check, his phoenix eyes shivered slightly: ""Wen Yuan Lu"?"

As soon as this statement came out, everyone in the lower class was shocked.

It is rumored that "Wen Yuan" records the supreme martial arts knowledge, and it contains a treasure map, and if you get it, you can get the world.

Twenty-six years ago, a chivalrous man of the Ling family accidentally obtained this sword manual, and before he could comprehend it, his family was wiped out, and the sword manual has since disappeared.

After more than [-] years, there are still fragments of scrolls in the world, which can not help but make people suspicious.

Is the sword manual true or false?

Why are there only fragments?

Was the Ling family's extermination related to the Demon Cult?

There is no shortage of honest people in Jianghu, who say whatever comes to mind, and the night banquet immediately becomes the execution ground to torture Ling's misfortune and the whereabouts of the sword manual. language.

"Don't be impatient, everyone," Fu Shaoyu said, "I heard that Ling Yuan was also a well-known knight in the past, and he had a good personal relationship with several seniors. I wonder if anyone has seen the real "Wen Yuan Lu" back then?"

Shen Zhongqing and the people around him were all startled, they exchanged glances, but no one answered.

For a moment, the huge courtyard fell into a subtle silence.

Looking at it like this, he might have to spend the whole night here, Xiao Jue on the eaves couldn't bear his temper any longer, and shot an arrow from his sleeve, straight into the chest of the most noisy person at the banquet just now.

The man fell to the ground in response, and before he could utter an exclamation, he convulsed twice and passed away.

"Ah! There is an assassin! It must be someone from the Demon Cult!"

"So insolent! They simply don't pay attention to us!"

"..."

The situation suddenly turned down, the guests drew their swords and drew their knives, and attacked Cen Buyu directly, and ten beauties immediately formed an array to meet the enemy.

Under Cen Buyu's stern face, his black and white eyes were full of sarcasm: "I wished my birthday out of good intentions, but to be treated so badly, you are in vain calling yourself a chivalrous and righteous generation!"

After finishing speaking, he straightened up, hooked his eagle claws and rushed to Shen Zhongqing's gate of life.

Shen Zhongqing was about to dodge and dodge, but a Yuehua long sword had already parried the eagle's claws. Fu Shaoyu's sword move was fierce, fast and ruthless, and Cen Buyu couldn't get close for a while.

"waste."

Xiao Jue snorted coldly, two sleeve arrows "swish" and flew out, nailing Fu Shaoyu's face.

The long sword turned sharply and knocked down the hidden weapon that was attacking rapidly. Fu Shaoyu abandoned Cen Buyu, jumped up, and under the sparse stars and bright moon, he swung his sword straight to stab Xiao Jue who was lying in the dark.

Xiao Jue drew out the soft sword in his waist, and with the sound of "欻欻", the soft sword quickly wrapped around Yuehua like a water snake.He concentrated his energy in the palm of his hand and patted Fu Shaoyu Tianling Gai.

Fu Shaoyu withdrew quickly, his two swords brushed sparks, he said in a serious voice, "Who is your Excellency?"

"The person who took your life." Xiao Jue replied.

Before he finished speaking, he flipped his wrist, and swung the soft sword again to slash the bright moonlight, repeatedly piercing Fu Shaoyu's vitals.

He has a ghostly figure, and his sword is extremely fast. Fu Shaoyu has rarely met an opponent since he traveled the rivers and lakes, but tonight he had to work hard to prevent Xiao Jue from gaining the upper hand.

The two fought from the eaves to the outside of the wall, and then fought all the way to the main street in the city.

Hearing the sound of fighting, people on the street closed their doors, blowing out candles and turning off the lights, and the watchmen hurriedly hid in the narrow alleys, not daring to show their faces.

"A man walks in the rivers and lakes as an upright person. Why don't you reveal your name?"

Fu Shaoyu tapped his toes, leaped onto a flagpole of a tea shop, swung his sword and knocked down the two darts shot in the air, and said with a smile, "How many hidden weapons do you have hidden in your sleeve?"

"People who are about to die don't need to know."

Xiao Jue thought he was noisy, but he was secretly startled.

The two of them had gone through no less than a hundred moves, and Fu Shaoyu was able to deal with them with ease, and he still had the heart to tease him at this moment, obviously his cultivation and skills were all superior to his.

Prolonged fighting is not an option, he intensified his attack, the soft sword in his hand danced airtightly, only heard a soft sound of jade shattering, and Fu Shaoyu's hair-tied jade crown suddenly shattered.

Under the bright moon, his black hair was flying wildly, adding a bit of evil spirit.

"My jade crown is very expensive."

Fu Shaoyu's horizontal sword blocked another oblique stab, the moonlight reflected on the blade and then fell into his eyes, making people feel chilled.

"First you want to take your life, and then you lose your money. If you don't take a look at your whole picture, Fu will really die with regret."

After saying that, he stretched out his left hand and grabbed Xiao Jue's blindfold.Xiao Jue showed disgust, turned his head to avoid it, and hit his armpit with his palm.

Fu Shaoyu leaped behind him, Xiao Jue felt a chill on the back of his neck, and then the black rope tied between his hair loosened, and the blindfold on his left eye slipped off.

With a shudder in his heart, he raised his hand and sprinkled white powder all over Fu Shaoyu's face.

When Fu Shaoyu covered his face and held his breath, his right arm was stabbed obliquely with a sword, and the smell of blood spread. The Yuehua sword turned and slashed Xiao Jue's wrist, and the two separated again.

Xiao Jue closed his left eye tightly, spat "shameless" coldly, and shot the hidden weapons, poison powder, and Gu insects in his sleeves at Fu Shaoyu regardless.

Fu Shaoyu dodged left and right, his body was a bit staggering, even so, his mouth was still chattering.

"Although your Excellency is a man, your appearance is beautiful and charming. Even if you pretend to be a daughter like this, it is really hard to make people hate it."

"Go to hell!"

The soft sword in Xiao Jue's hand suddenly made a buzzing sound, and the sword energy surged, hitting Fu Shaoyu's throat directly with the momentum of thunder.

Fu Shaoyu didn't dare to be negligent, when he held his sword to block, he saw Xiao Jue's left eye in the flying black hair.

A faint blue, sea-monster-like charm.

Lost for a moment, the neck was warm and cold, followed by a sharp stabbing pain from his right shoulder, Fu Shaoyu pursed his lips and kicked Xiao Jue's lower body, Xiao Jue drew his sword and stabbed again, the person's head could be taken off in sight, suddenly A shadow flew out, protecting Fu Shaoyu behind him, and a slap of his palm made Xiao Jue's mouth tingle.

Xiao Jue saw that he had come to help, he didn't want to fight two against one, and shot the last hidden weapon, and they disappeared into the night together.

"There is no need to chase."

Fu Shaoyu put the sword back into its sheath, and wiped off the blood that splashed on his face.

Shadow turned around, knelt down on one knee and bowed his head, and said, "Young master, why should you risk your life? This subordinate..."

"No need to say much, I have my own measure."

Fu Shaoyu covered his wound, went down the roof, and walked towards Shenjiazhuang.

The long street returned to calm, and the watchmen who had huddled in the narrow alleys wiped off the cold sweat on their brows and leaned out.

A gust of cool night wind swirled past, and he couldn't help shivering.Looking up, the roof where the battle was fought just now is empty.