[Comprehensive Martial Arts] Weapon Collector

Everything is white.

The north wind howls, snowflakes flutter, and ice layers several feet deep are accumulated on the river. In this silvery world, there is only a touch of red shadow against the wind and frost, leading a maroon horse on the ice.

Shen Qi raised her eyes to look at the vast snow scene, sighed, raised her hand to touch the exhausted horse beside her, if she were herself, she would still be able to run her internal energy against the wind and frost and walk lightly, and within three days she would be able to reach the nearest town.But if this horse leaves him, he can only bury his body in the frost.

"I should leave you to Bai Yujing. I've seen that you and his horse have made a pair. If I leave you to him, maybe next year you will give birth to a few foals... ..." Shen Qi murmured, and the bay red mare beside her snorted spiritually, and looked at the woman wrapped in a red cloak seriously with her dark eyes, as if expressing silent relief.

Shen Qi's heart warmed, and she took out the prepared hay ball from the system warehouse and handed it to it. The horse chewed slowly, but its pace became weaker and weaker.

Feixue pricked her cheek, Shen Qi blinked, feeling that she was a heinous bastard.

The boundless silver and white swayed so much that she felt at a loss before her eyes. Shen Qi took off her red cloak and put it on the horse's back. The thin red shirt fluttered violently in the wind, and her black hair was wet with snowflakes. In the distance, the field of vision is still white, but the sound of copper bells mixed with wind and snow can be heard in my ears.

Thick bells 'jingling' and 'dingling' rang from afar.At the same time, a black dot of ink smudged like ink on the plain white ground.

In order to prevent the team from getting separated, the caravan in the desert connects the camels carrying the goods together, and hangs a heavy camel bell on the neck of the last camel, so that people in front can confirm whether the team is in order by listening to the bell.The same is true for a horse with a copper bell hanging around its neck in the heavy snow.

Black-painted carriages, tall horses, and continuous cargo.

There is no doubt that the oncoming line is a large-scale caravan.

"Good man, it seems that next year you still have the hope of giving birth to a few foals." Shen Qi smiled brightly. Using her internal energy, she suddenly jumped up, her toes floating on the ice without a trace, and the horse behind her was long. With a hiss, the horse's hooves wrapped in cotton strode forward on the ice.

The leader of the caravan saw a red shadow leaping towards him like a bird from a distance, and couldn't help being shocked. He shouted to stop the team, and stared, only to see the red shadow coming lightly against the wind and frost. Ying is actually a woman in thin clothes. Her red shirt was blown behind her by the wind and frost, outlining a slender figure. Her eyebrows and eyes are indistinct. It seems that she has become one with the heavy snow. Landing, on the contrary, quickly shortened the distance at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"What an awesome light work!"

For such a large caravan, it is natural that a few martial arts masters sit in the guard. Some people saw the extraordinary lightness of this kungfu, and sighed: "It floats like flying catkins, and swings like flowing clouds. Could it be the Emei School's 'Piaoxue Chuanyun'?" '?"

This sigh attracted the attention of the people in the carriage. The black-backed gold-patterned cotton curtain wrapped on the black-painted carriage was lifted by a big, slender hand. The people in the carriage looked at it intently for a moment, and smiled: "It is indeed' Flying Snow Piercing Clouds'."

In less than a moment, Shen Qi flew close to the train convoy. The convoy stopped quietly in the wind and snow. The long winding train looked like a sleeping black dragon. She had an intuition that this was not an ordinary convoy. An awe-inspiring lineup cannot be cultivated by ordinary firms.

The big man in the head was obviously waiting for her. He wore a square cashmere cotton hat on his head, and his whole body was wrapped in a thick cotton coat, but he didn't look bloated, but rather burly and powerful. The grown-up facial features include a straight and straight nose, narrow nostrils, wide mouth and thick eyebrows, single eyelids, and long and narrow eyelashes, looking rigid and indifferent.

But as soon as he opened his mouth, he seemed extremely enthusiastic: "Did the girl encounter trouble?"

Shen Qi nodded and said: "I'm fine, but my horse can't last long in this wind and snow. I would like to give my horse to you for free, just to let it be safe with the convoy."

The bay red mare quickly followed her with her snow-covered cloak, snorting, and docilely approached Shen Qi, gently rubbing her upper elbow with its mane.

The big man's eyes lit up: "This horse looks good, and it looks quite spiritual. The girl is really willing to bear the pain and give up?"

Shen Qi said helplessly: "So what if I don't give up my love, I can't let it be buried in the wind and snow."

After the words fell, the strong man was still about to say something, when suddenly there was a clear cough from the carriage, and he swallowed the remaining words in an instant, listening respectfully to the words of the people in the carriage.

"Girl, it's snowing heavily and the journey is difficult. If you don't go with the caravan, it will save you from the pain of being separated from your beloved horse."

The voice of the people in the car was steady and warm, like gurgling water, with a calmness like the ages. Hearing this voice, Shen Qi couldn't help but picture an image of a slender, thin and thin elderly man in her mind.

Her face stiffened by the cold wind could not help but soften a lot, but she was still a little embarrassed: "But when we met, we went in opposite directions. It can be seen that the purpose is different, so how can we go together?"

"The caravan went south this time to purchase cotton clothes, and they will return to Duanjiazhuang in half a month." The man explained indifferently, "Seeing that the girl is also a martial arts person, this time going north, I think it must be to Duanjiazhuang. We paid a visit, so we can be considered to have the same purpose.”

After he finished speaking, he saw that the cotton curtain in front of him had been lifted by a slender hand, and a red shadow flashed, and the cold moisture pouring into the carriage disappeared with the tight closure of the cotton curtain, and the red sandalwood incense burner faintly The gentle scent of sandalwood exudes from the ground, but it is covered by the cool and fragrant moisture that evaporates from the woman's warm, dry and wet hair.

He sized up the woman who got into the carriage rashly, but saw that she raised her hand to brush her wet hair, then gently raised her cheeks, her eyes were as bright as crescent moons, and on her cold and pale face, there was a faint smile. The corners of Fen's lips curled up, like broken ice on the surface of a lake, which suddenly disturbed Xinhu Lake.

"Thank you, since that's the case, I'd rather be obedient than respectful." She smiled and said, "My name is Shen Qi, what's your name?"

A middle-aged man dressed in cloud-patterned Shu brocade, his whole body extravagantly frowned slightly, he suppressed the throbbing in his heart, raised his hand to caress the goose-egg-sized emerald ring on his thumb, and said calmly: "Duan Feixiong."

Shen Qi took a serious look at this man. He seemed to be in the past, with an extraordinary bearing and an aura of a superior. It was different from the image she had sketched in her mind when she only heard his voice before, but he also had a different kind of charm .

And... the name Duan Feixiong is so familiar!

Shen Qi was startled, and suddenly her eyes widened: "You are the owner of the Duan Family Village, 'Hero of the Central Plains' Duan Feixiong!"

Duan Feixiong smiled casually: "Yes, I don't know why the girl came to the North this time?"

There are not many people from all walks of life who come to Duan's family village every year, but there are also many. Most of them are to learn about sword skills and see the Duan family's seven-star jasper knife. A small number of people have interests with the Duan family. A very small portion has other purposes.

The Duan family is a family of rivers and lakes, since the word "river and lake" is attached to it, it is inevitable to take more precautions when walking. The name 'Seven Stars Jasper Knife' is well-known in the Jianghu. The reason why a knife can have such a good reputation is naturally because it has been stained with the blood of a strong man.

So Duan Feixiong never lacks enemies, nor is he afraid of enemies.

But at this moment, he hopes that the woman in the red shirt sitting in front of him is not approaching his enemy with a purpose. Duan Feixiong is a hero, he loves his wife, but he also admires other beautiful women.Beautiful things always have to live for a long time to become more beautiful.

But everyone who has the idea of ​​Jasper Sword cannot live for a long time.

Shen Qi didn't know what Duan Feixiong was thinking, but even if she knew, maybe it wouldn't change her straightforward attitude.

The light smoke in the incense burner fluttered, Shen Qi's face appeared a bit hazy, her eyes washed by the wind and snow gradually returned to darkness, she was still smiling, but this smile seemed to have changed its taste.

Duan Feixiong suddenly found that his heartbeat began to speed up again. Beautiful women are lovely, but beautiful and dangerous women are even more fatally attractive to powerful men.

When she hid in the carriage wrapped in wind and snow, Duan Feixiong thought that this woman was an elf in the wind and snow, but now, he overturned his previous cognition, only felt that there was a gentle evil spirit in the corners of the woman's eyes and brows. When the dark and evil eyes are looking at a person seriously, it's like countless small feathers are gently rubbing a person's heart.

He heard her clear and moving voice dissipate like smoke in the carriage: "I came to Beidi this time just for that seven-star jasper knife."

Smoke and fog, stirring the feathers of the heart, suddenly disappeared.

Shen Qi saw that the man in front of him suddenly had a solemn face, and under the bridge of his nose, the man's bearded cheeks trembled slightly: "Forgive me, old man... I don't know very well."

Shen Qi scratched her cheek, not caring about the sudden oppression in the air, and said with a smile: "I mean, the purpose of my coming here is to get the Seven Star Jasper Sword. I am willing to give everything I can, and I only ask that Master Duan will Give me the knife."

The north wind howled, the sound of copper bells outside the carriage and the sound of horses marching into the silent carriage.

Duan Feixiong stared at the girl in front of him seriously, unexpectedly, he didn't have much anger in his heart, instead he only felt absurd and funny.

"Do you know that the Jade Sword is my son Duan Yu's betrothal gift?"

He originally meant that this knife was only given to members of the Duan family, so he wanted to dispel the woman's thoughts, but he never thought about it. The eyes of the Sequoia woman suddenly flickered when she heard the words, and she even said in surprise: "You mean, if I marry your son , will you give me the jasper knife?"

... Can this old man's words be understood in this way?

Duan Feixiong was stunned.

The author has something to say: Miss Shen is old man Duan's favorite.

Is it because I don't often write words because there are few comments?

Can not help but fell into contemplation.