Sir, this sword is a keepsake

In a three-entry mansion in the southwest, the four streets outside the courtyard are filled with thick and inextricable fog, and above the mansion is a cloud-like fog roof, which looks no different from all the lifeless houses around.

Under the heavy fog barrier, a school of bright lights.A dense crowd of people gathered in the front yard.

In the yard where there were flower trellises planted with pruning bamboos, the flower trellises had collapsed, and the green bamboos had been chopped down, burning vigorously in the bonfire in the center of the courtyard.Even the berries in the corner that were only used for decoration were picked and eaten by these foreigners, leaving only a few rotten ones.

Everyone stood in several rows in a messy manner, surrounding the bonfire, and in the last row of the crowd, a black boy who was obviously half a head lower than the others spit out the fruit in his mouth and muttered Said, "Sour."

No one noticed his childish behavior. They faced the bonfire and looked reverently at the slender figure in white clothes and black hair like charcoal in front of the bonfire.

The leader of a man whispered: "Everyone is here." The Northern Wilderness dialect he spoke seemed to have some magical power. As soon as he finished speaking, the bonfire was spitting out flames enthusiastically.

Tongues of flames danced, sparks shone, and the moment the face of the figure in white was illuminated, everyone suddenly closed their eyes and lowered their heads, not daring to look directly.

Although the face of the woman in white was beautiful, her eyes were lifeless, extremely cold and extremely pale, as if a gust of wind could wipe her away at this moment.

But in the firelight, her figure is so heavy, pressing on the hearts and backs of every Northern Wilderness person, making them willingly nourish her beauty with flesh and blood, crawl their souls under her feet, and support her to fly high in the sky. High in the sky.

The woman raised her head slightly, her slightly closed eyes opened suddenly, as if the corners of her eyes were about to split open.

Her emerald green pupils saw through the mist and saw the silver moon above.

"The moon in the northern wilderness is no different from the moon here. My will is enforced in the northern wilderness, and there is no violation here."

She hummed in the Northern Wilderness language, and at the same time, she danced on the ground barefoot.

As she swung, the flames swung to the left and to the right.In the flames, the figure of a white wolf emerged. The white wolf opened its mouth and exhaled a white mist, which rose up entangled with the flames and embraced her.

The unscathed woman in the flames danced tirelessly, and everyone watched tirelessly.

They seem to have fallen into a grand dream of fire and white mist together.And that dark boy had a happy and satisfied look on his face. He saw the victory, the blood of the enemy, and the majestic rising sun on the horizon of the vast grassland!

But just as they were about to gradually enter the twilight with singing and dancing, the whole dream shattered like a mirror.

"Saint?" The leading man looked at the silent woman in front of him in a panic, not understanding what happened.

The woman in white, known as the saint, closed her eyes again, her hands dropped to her sides, her feet stood side by side in the ashes, and she said softly, "Someone is coming."

As soon as the words fell, the white mist above her condensed into frost and flew behind the descendants.

I only heard Shuang hitting the eaves, and the blue tiles made crisp sounds. At the same time, a white figure sprang out soundlessly and landed on the side eaves.

It was Shen Fang who came.

As soon as the saint made a move, he had to dodge, and the frost almost completely covered his previous hiding place.It doesn't matter if it's ordinary Shuang, he just doesn't know what kind of abilities this seemingly evil woman has.

Well, Mo used his own life to test the character of the enemy.

Shen Fang met the saint's eyes, but saw that the other person looked calm, and his green eyes were not as weird as when he was pretending to be a ghost.

It should be a person.Just as he was thinking about it, he heard the saint say, "It's you. That swordsman."

Shen Fang hummed, "I don't remember where I saw you." He spoke calmly, unaware that dozens of violent, hostile eyes were staring at him, as if staring at prey.

"It saw you."

In the flames behind her, a pair of wolf pupils appeared.

"You have a lot of hostility towards me." The woman continued.

Shen Fang wanted to laugh, it was the villain who sued first, and this woman didn't even look at the group of strong men in front of her who looked like they wanted to eat people.However, he nodded honestly, and at the same time, drew the sword behind his back.

In an instant, rows of sharp knives appeared below, and all the white blades pointed at Shen Fang.

The woman turned around slowly, facing Shen Fang, and thoughtfully said: "If one person cuts one knife, it will probably take a lot of effort to find such beautiful two eyeballs on your body that has turned into a flesh. "

"You like my eyeballs?" Shen Fang said with a smile.

"I've always been curious about how the amber eyeballs of the Chicheng sharks in the East China Sea look at this world and all living beings differently."

Shen Fang shrugged, "It's very different. For example, they see you as a holy woman who lives and kills, but in my eyes, you are just an ordinary woman who doesn't dance very well and can eat."

He paused, "However, you are different from other women who can still eat. You are bloodthirsty and brutal. Just like your wolf, you are inhuman."

Before he could finish his sentence, he heard two swooshes. In the crowd, a man with a fiery temper had already shot two arrows at his head.

Shen Fang dodged it lightly, and calmly said to the people below: "I only need to use one sword, and her head will be hung on the city gate, and her green eyes can bask in the sun well, look at the spring in the center of the city." Flower Street."

The woman was silent.Everyone was silent, and in the silence, there was a suppressed anger.They only waited for the order from the saint, and they were going to chop this madman who came out of nowhere.However, there was a person in the yard who was still in shock.He stood in the last row, putting all his weight on one good leg, trying to maintain his balance.

It was Harburg.As early as Shen Fang opened his mouth to speak, he was scared out of his wits, because he had caused a catastrophe: this swordsman is not from Xiliang at all!He was not only deceived by this person, but also attracted this person back.

Is the saint clear or unclear?He thought full of fear, only to feel extremely anxious, as if the next moment, he would be watched by the eyes of the saint.

Will he be regarded as a traitor colluding with Daliang?

Thinking of this, he knelt down on the ground with a plop, and knocked his head heavily several times.

The few people around him didn't know why, so they spread out a little and looked at the saint.

"One of Haburg's people, talk." The saint confirmed that Shen Fang didn't intend to make a sudden move, and looked at the man in the crowd who suddenly collapsed.

Shen Fang also had to admit at this time that the saint could bear it, he said anything, and the woman had no intention of getting angry.

Putting his head on the ground, Habug told the whole story of his meeting with the white wolf and the swordsman, without any falsehood or omission.

Shen Fang held the sword in his chest and looked at it coldly. After Habuge finished speaking, he lightly flicked the sword with his fingers. The sound of the sword echoed in the courtyard for a long time.

"Four unarmed beggars, plus a woman, a beast ordered by this woman, or according to your words, under her command, cut open her stomach neatly, what do you think?" Shen Fang scratched his nose, " I'm just curious."

The man who said "all the people are here" took a step forward, his eyes were like lightning, he looked at Shen Fang, and said coldly: "It's just killing five Liang dogs, and it's your turn to question the saint here, you don't know how to live or die boy-"

The saint suddenly raised her right hand, and the man's voice stopped abruptly.

She looked at Shen Fang without any emotion, and said slowly: "What do you think, or I should ask, what do you want."

Shen Fang nodded, "I understand that killing people is your hobby, you, you, you, but I am different from you." He walked on the roof for a few steps, raised his hand and pointed at the people below, and finally turned his eyes down On the saint.

For a moment, his thoughts surged, thinking of Zhuang Li calling him "hypocrisy" for giving ointment to those injured Jianghu people on the side of the road, and thinking of the tragic situation in that courtyard.

He just wanted to observe secretly for a while, but he was forced out by the saint, and there seemed to be no way out.

In Shen Fang's amber eyes, suddenly the sword light was fierce.

"Hypocrisy is my character, and meddling is my hobby. I don't care what you guys are going to do tonight. Right now, I'm taking this revenge on you saints." He paused, grinned, and followed With a flash of sword light blooming in his hand, "The murderer will always be killed, and now I will kill her."

As soon as the words fell, a person suddenly jumped out, it was the previous Habug.He was in extreme rage, his eyes were flushed, his eyes were burning, and he wished he could eat raw.

"You cunning Liang man, I will kill you!"

Shen Fang knew that Habug's martial arts were far inferior to his own, so he just watched the movement of other people, especially the saint, while waiting for him to get close.

He originally wanted to injure this person severely so that he could not move, but this man obviously had the mentality of dying together. He raised his two scimitars over his back, jumped high, came to the roof, and pointed at Shen Fang's head. It's chopping.

And Shen Fang had already caught a glimpse of the rows of people behind him who had all drawn their bows and aimed at him.

Sure enough, they only thought that Habug was also a dead man.

Knowing that he had no choice, Shen Fang swung his relentless sword. When the scimitar was only a few centimeters away from his shoulders, the sword pierced through Habug's neck, and then quickly pulled out the sword.

Amidst the splash of blood, he didn't stop what he was doing, grabbed the man's shoulder with one hand, and completely blocked himself behind Haburg's body.

There was a dense fluttering sound, and Haburg's body instantly turned into a hedgehog.

"Wait a minute." The saint, who was watching coldly, said suddenly, interrupting the next round of offensive by the Northern Wilderness.A pair of wolf pupils appeared behind her again.

"I know who you are."

Shen Fang squinted his eyes, and his heart sank, because he could clearly hear the excitement in this woman's voice, and it could even be said that it was uncontrollable joy.

……

In the northeast corner of the city, Zhuang Li came all the way to the bottom of Mingguang Pagoda.From looking at it from a distance, to approaching it, the solemn and solemn Mingguang Pagoda looks extremely magnificent in his eyes at this distance.

Just as he was about to enter the tower, he suddenly heard a stern wolf howling from far away, and turned his head suddenly, his heart beating wildly for a while.