ten steps one kill

search.There was silence all around, only a thin layer of dim light from the window of the bedroom, which was the light from the burning charcoal brazier.

Sure enough, Aunt Su was still guarding the door, even though she hadn't slept all night, she still carefully inspected the surrounding situation, occasionally someone passed by and peeped into the courtyard, but she spoke to stop them.

Liu Hongfeng grabbed Liu Qian by the collar, and whispered in the latter's ear, "You should give up now."

Liu Qian stretched her neck and said, "You underestimate me too much, I have plenty of ways."

Liu Hongfeng smiled lightly and said, "What are you going to do? Hurt people is not acceptable."

"Who said I was going to hurt someone." Liu Qian's eyes rolled around, and suddenly they lit up, and she took Liu Hongfeng's hand, "Come with me, I have a clever plan."

The so-called clever trick is nothing more than stepping on the potholed wall bricks, climbing up the old pine tree outside the yard, and then climbing up the wall through the extension of the branches to spy on the situation in the yard.

Fortunately, this tree happened to be facing the window of the dormitory, overlooking from a high place, just able to catch a glimpse of the situation in the room.

The couch was shrouded in a twilight, and Duan Changya was lying on the bed with his eyes closed.

Liu Qian supported himself with both hands, and was about to turn over to the other side of the wall. Liu Hongfeng grabbed him by the collar and pulled him back to his side: "Okay, let's take a look here, we have enough troubles tonight, Don't make any more mistakes."

"I'm not doing it for your own good. How did you stick it on other people before?" Liu Qian said with disgust on his face.

"I also have a sense of shame. How embarrassing to trespass on other people's bedroom." Liu Hongfeng sneered, in exchange for a contemptuous look from Liu Qian.

Liu Qian leaned on the wall and looked at it for a while, and was suddenly startled: "Is the thing next to Duan Changya's pillow the soothing incense I gave you! You beast, you have already trespassed in other people's bedrooms!"

Liu Hongfeng felt guilty for a while: "I didn't trespass, I went in accompanied by Master Duan."

"Oh," Liu Qian pouted, "Master Duan didn't pick you up."

Liu Hongfeng smiled wryly: "I see soon."

Liu Qian snorted, put her face on her face, and stared blankly at the sleeping person in the bed.

Liu Hongfeng also looked at him.

Duan Changya was trapped in a square-inch couch, his sleeping position was still regular, as straight as when he was practicing martial arts, but he no longer had the power to surge like a river, and vowed to bear the righteousness of the world on his own. shoulders of determination.

He has a naive and enthusiastic ideal, but he knows nothing about his own destiny, and he is trapped in the depths of the nightmare alone, which is a bit pitiful.

——"Being born in Duan's family is not my own choice."

The words I heard once passed by my ears like a dream, and were soon overwhelmed by Liu Qian's muttering.

"I hope he wakes up soon."

So what if he woke up, it was nothing more than being overwhelmed by the cruel truth again.It's better to sleep all the time, at least you can be with the remnant dream.

Instead of turning against each other and turning love into hatred, it is better to be separated from each other forever, and the rivers and lakes will not be seen.

Liu Hongfeng thought it was a bit ridiculous, but couldn't laugh out loud, he didn't want to look at Duan Changya's face any more, and didn't want to feel needless compassion, so he looked away, walked out of the cramped courtyard, and went to Look further away.

The sight in front of him made his eyes widen.

Duan Mansion is located on the high ground of Yingzhou Island. Looking along the descending slope, beyond the dark tree shadows and continuous eaves, you can see a line of sea. The continuous tide beats the barren beach. It looks so lonely. deserted.

However, a ray of morning light struggled to break through the shackles of night, and gradually floated up from the end of the sea. The golden light leaped out of the horizon in an instant, splashing wantonly on the sea, like stars shining, and like flowers everywhere, filling the sky in an instant. The emptiness of the world.

The scene that has been staged in the world for thousands of years is still majestic and magnificent.

"Little devil, it's dawn." Liu Hongfeng murmured.

Only when you have seen the deepest darkness can you understand the value of light.

He wanted to cry.

At the same moment, in Zhujianzhuang, Yan Qianfan was also lying on the top of the wall and looking into the distance.

But he didn't notice the sea at dawn, because the sword pavilion was in front of him, blocking his sight.

Standing on the top of Yingzhou Island, the towering Jiange Cui Wei stands proudly and lonely, resembling the eccentric temper of Zhujianzhuang's previous owners.

Yan Qianfan didn't like this kind of Jiange, let alone such a temper.

But he has no choice, because he was born in Yan's family and is the younger brother of Yan Yuehua, the current owner of the village.

Everyone in Zhujianzhuang calls him Young Master, but there is a bit of perfunctory meaning behind the respectful title. Everyone knows that he has a very different temperament from the master, and he often can't hold his head up in front of his elder brother.Yan Yuehua is a restrained and majestic person, before he was [-] years old, he took control of the overall situation, sitting in the Yan family in the ever-changing martial arts world, and was respected by his servants.However, he, Yan Qianfan, was a lost dog who returned home with his tail between his legs.

Yan Qianfan did not grow up in Zhujianzhuang.

Zhujianzhuang has an irreplaceable position in the martial arts because of its possession of the best weapons in the world. Even though the ancestors moved the family business to a remote island, it still becomes the object of both black and white.In order to seek peace in the precarious rivers and lakes, Zhujianzhuang often makes alliances with other sects. Therefore, in addition to being the eldest son raised by the next owner, the descendants of the Yan family are often sent to other families as guests, named Keqing, Actually a hostage.

Yan Qianfan was no exception, he was separated from his elder brother when he was young, and was sent to Xiling Village, where he lived for ten years, and he has a deep friendship with An Guangsha, the current head of Xiling Village.

Yesterday An Guangsha was in danger in the ring, Yan Qianfan was very anxious, but his elder brother forbade him to help.He could only sit on the high platform and watch Feng Si die to protect An Guangsha.An Guangsha must have been heartbroken when his fourth uncle was murdered, but his elder brother kept him at home and did not allow him to go out to visit.

Zhujianzhuang is heavily guarded, and the gate is guarded all night. Only when the two posts alternate at dawn, can there be a chance to slip out.Yan Qianfan was waiting for such an opportunity.

But from a distance, he saw a figure passing through the empty mountain road and stopping at the gate of Zhujianzhuang.

"Duan Qichang...?"

Yan Qianfan couldn't help being surprised when he recognized the person's identity.

Before dawn, the head of the Tianji Sect visited Zhujianzhuang alone, without a single entourage, not even Prince Pingnan with him.

What is his purpose?

Yan Qianfan's curiosity was immediately aroused. Ever since he returned to Yan's house, he had already had enough of Yan Yuehua's weird temper. His elder brother never allowed him to participate in family affairs. Even though Yingzhou Island was full of storms, he could only stand by and watch , this time Duan Qichang came to visit suddenly, he still can only stay out of the matter.

Sure enough, Duan Qichang reined in his horse at the door, and whispered a few words with the guards, who quickly welcomed him into the courtyard and took him to Yan Yuehua's residence.

Duan Qichang looked tired and solemn, but his feet were walking fast, as if his heels were burned by fire.

Yan Qianfan immediately dismissed the idea of ​​fleeing, and turned to follow Duan Qichang's whereabouts. Under the cover of the bushes, he climbed over the courtyard wall and roof tiles all the way, and found a place with a good view to hide his whereabouts.

Yan Yuehua came out of the room, the weather was still cool, he was wearing a dark crane cloak, his long hair was hanging down his shoulders, which cast a gloomy aura around him, making him look older than his actual age many.

Even so, in front of the gray-haired Duan Qichang, he still looks very young.

Yan Qianfan hid outside the wall, and couldn't help showing surprise. The last time he met the head of the sect was not long ago, and he didn't know why this person turned gray overnight.

Under his gaze, Yan Yuehua led Duan Qichang into the door, then dismissed all the servants, and carefully closed the door.

But Yan Qianfan was not in a hurry, the door could not block his condescending vision, through the window, he had a clear glimpse of their every move.At dawn, the insects had died down, the birds hadn't twittered, the surroundings were quiet, and the sound of the conversation between the two entered his ears accurately.

There was a burst of joy in his heart, and even the corners of his mouth could not help but move upwards. He held his breath, focused his eyes on Duan Qichang and his brother, and listened attentively.

……

"The prisoner was intercepted?" Yan Yuehua's voice was a little excited, "Is there such a thing?"

Duan Qichang said: "I didn't believe it at first, but when I think about it, all the anomalies on Yingzhou Island coincided with each other. On the first night of the martial arts conference, it wasn't that someone tried to climb the Zhengrong Pavilion, but was stopped by the authorities and fell to pieces. Thinking about it now, if it wasn't for a desperate person, why would he risk his life for a sword."

Yan Yuehua pondered: "If this is true, wouldn't the martial arts conference become a place where villains fight and good people suffer?"

Duan Qichang sighed: "It's already done. The villains have already resorted to all means in order to survive. The three officials in the Yamen were killed innocently, the boatman at Quebeiwu was massacred, Qing Guangya killed and injured the entire gang, and the bloody gang has no survivors... The martial arts conference may be early... It's changed."

Yan Yuehua stood up excitedly, and slapped the table heavily: "In this case, I suggest stopping this martial arts conference immediately."

Duan Qichang also stood up, put his hands on the younger generation's shoulders, and said: "Master Yanzhuang, don't be impulsive, Yingzhou Island is now sealed by the tide, and before the tide recedes, no one, good or evil, can get out of here." Dao, if our martial arts righteousness shows weakness and surrender, it will only make the villains even more arrogant."

Yan Yuehua frowned: "Oh, if I knew there was such a conspiracy, I shouldn't have agreed to some martial arts competition on the island..."

Duan Qichang's face suddenly darkened: "I know that Master Yan has always hated fighting and loves peace. He is a gentleman among people, but since he is in the rivers and lakes, the rise and fall cannot be separated from the rivers and lakes. Everything must be based on the overall situation."

Although they are both heads of the family, Duan Qichang is much older than Yan Yuehua, and Tianjimen is also much stronger than Zhujianzhuang. Under the double pressure, Yan Yuehua could only sit down slowly: "Of course Zhujianzhuang will not stay out of the matter." Since Mr. Duan is determined to fight against the villains, should he notify Dongfeng Hall and invite Hall Master Song to come and plan countermeasures together?"

Duan Qichang sighed and changed his gaze to his friend: "To tell you the truth, the reason why I came to visit alone at night is because I have concerns."

Yan Yuehua's face darkened: "Worries about Dongfeng Hall?"

Duan Qichang said: "Although you can't speak nonsense, Mo Xiejian was found by Hall Master Song after all, and the martial arts conference was also his idea."

……

Zhujianzhuang was as cold as usual, but Yan Qianfan, who was lying on the roof, had accumulated sweat in his palms, opened his mouth wide, and looked stunned.

He didn't have the forbearance and introversion of his elder brother, and his emotions and sorrows were all on his face. At this moment, he wished he could grow a pair of wings and fly out of this desolate courtyard.

Fly to the side of former friends.

He knew that An Guangsha was also a death row prisoner who had been in the sky prison, and was saved from death because of the chance of the new emperor's amnesty, but he didn't expect that the other party's ordeal was not over yet, and he was even involved in a bigger conspiracy.

He was so anxious that he didn't even hear what he said, when he came back to his senses, Duan Qichang had already got up to say goodbye.

Yan Yuehua held the other party's hand: "...Mr. Duan will take care of Qian Fan's safety."

Duan Qichang forced a smile on his face and said: "Then the owner Laoyan will take care of what I asked for."

Yan Yuehua nodded, and gave Duan Qichang a dignified look, the two of them didn't speak again, they even skipped the usual etiquette, and said goodbye in a hurry.

Duan Qichang's back was full of travel and dust, and he was even more haggard than when he came here.

Yan Qianfan stared blankly from a high place, and suddenly heard his elder brother calling for his maid, Lan Zhi, and asked, "How is the young master?"

"Master Qian Fan?" Lan Zhi looked apprehensive, "He...he always wakes up relatively late, so he should still be sleeping soundly in the room at this moment."

"What should you mean?" The young owner was full of anger, "Didn't I tell you to pay attention to the young master's situation, didn't you go to see it yourself?"

"No...no..."

"Then go now!"

"Yes, I'll go right away." Lanzhi nodded again and again, turned around in a hurry, almost tripping over her own toes.

Yan Qianfan, who was hiding in the bushes, almost tripped over a tree branch.

If Lanzhi entered his bedroom now, the pillows he hid in the quilt would be exposed.Thinking of this, he hurriedly jumped down from the treetops, using Qinggong, with a movement lighter than a cat, carefully landed on the ground.

Lanzhi has already stepped out of the courtyard gate.

He also went around behind the tree trunk, and when he appeared from the other side, he had already wiped off the dust on his clothes, straightened his brisk blue shirt, and wandered in the middle of the road.

Lanzhi lowered her head and walked all the way, bumping into his shoulder impartially.

"Young Master, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry..." Lanzhi was so frightened that she was about to cry.

"What are you in a hurry for? It's not a big deal." Yan Qianfan held her by the shoulders, "Look, you're panicking, big brother bullied you again?"

"Nothing," Lanzhi shook her head like a rattle, "The owner...he just wants me to visit you."

"I'm not injured or sick, so there's nothing to visit."

"But, Zhuang, the owner of the Zhuang said that he must take good care of you..."

Seeing Lanzhi's silence like a cicada, Yan Qianfan's face was not very good-looking.He has lived in Xiling Village for many years, and he has long been infected with the habits of the village. He hates the difference between superiority and inferiority, and he can't see the people around him being wronged.He lightly squeezed the girl's shoulder, and said softly: "It's okay, I'm all here, so please be quiet, I'll tell him myself."

"Okay, okay." Lanzhi got the order, felt relieved, and hurriedly retreated behind Yan Qianfan.

Yan Qianfan raised his head, looked over the courtyard gate, and just met his brother's stern gaze.

Yan Yuehua's expression was gloomy, and she looked straight at Yan Qianfan with sharp eyes.

Yan Qianfan shrugged his shoulders, and said in a pretended relaxed tone, "Brother, good morning, so you're awake too."

Yan Yuehua didn't appreciate it, she still had a stern expression on her face.

The two stood on both sides of the bluestone road, looking at each other across a small path. One shadow was extremely deep, as if it had been dipped in the endless night, while the other was light and colorless, as if it had just been bathed in the morning light before dawn. .The expressions on the faces of the two are also different, one is serious and serious, not speaking pretentiously, and the other is smiling, frivolous and slick.

If they didn't have the same surname, they really don't look like a pair of brothers.

But at the end of the night and before dawn, they miraculously gathered under the same roof.

Yan Qianfan lived in a side door since he was a child, and was not popular in Zhujian Village. Since returning home, his ears have been full of criticism. Although he pretended not to care, when he was in front of his elder brother, he could not help showing resentment.He sighed, and said: "If you have something to ask me, just tell me directly, why bother to vent your anger on a younger girl."

Yan Yuehua said: "She didn't fulfill her duties, so she should accept the punishment. In Zhujianzhuang, everyone should perform their duties."

"what about me?"

"Your job now is to get some rest. Not wandering around early in the morning."

"I can't sleep, can I?" Yan Qianfan's tone was a little aggrieved.

Yan Yuehua asked: "Why can't I sleep? Is it because the insects in the mountains are too noisy?"

"No," Yan Qianfan replied, "I always feel that this night is not peaceful, as if something happened outside, there is a stone hanging in my heart, and I can't let it go."

"The outside affairs have nothing to do with my Zhujianzhuang, and you don't need to worry about it."

Looking at his elder brother's stern face, Yan Qianfan sighed ten thousand times in his heart, finally pulled out a smile, and said, "Brother, look at your frowning face, do you encounter any difficulties?"

"No." Yan Yuehua just shook his head.

"If you have any difficulties, you must tell me, and let me share some troubles for you. Otherwise, my two villa masters are useless, and even the apprentices in the village will look down on me."

"You are my younger brother, Yan Yuehua, who dares to look down on you."

The young owner put down his words, turned around and was about to leave.

Seeing this, Yan Qianfan hurriedly chased him a few steps, hurriedly following his elder brother: "Brother, where are you going, let me go with you."

Yan Yuehua glanced at him, saw that he was following closely and showed no intention of giving in, so he reluctantly said: "There have been frequent murders on Yingzhou Island recently, and our village has taken in some desperate old and young women and children. , but more and more people came to seek refuge, and the village couldn't handle it, so I sent some people to Tianji Gate."

"So that's how it is. Just now I seemed to see the master of the Duan family coming to the village. I thought it was a fool's eye. I dare say that the old man came to discuss this matter with you."

"Yes."

"It's a trivial matter, why don't I do it for you."

"no need."

"Big brother-"

"If I say no, I don't need it," Rao Yan Qianfan begged with a stern face, but Yan Yuehua remained unmoved, but said coldly: "You are the host this morning, and you want to represent Zhujianzhuang in the battle. As the owner of the village, I , I can’t take the stage for you, you have the time to meddle in other things, why don’t you stay in the village and prepare well, don’t lose face to the Yan family.”

"Oh I see."

"Go back if you understand, and let Lanzhi take you to have breakfast."

"understood."

Finally, Yan Qianfan did not continue to follow, but just stood where he was, watching his brother's back disappear into the morning mist.

At dawn, a ray of light has risen in the sky, and the mist covering the mountains is getting thinner, revealing the pine and rocks that decorate the courtyards around.These stern pines and strange stones took root on the isolated isolated island and established the foundation of the Yan family for a century.But at this moment, the wound on Yan Qianfan's body from being knocked by pine needles and boulders was showing an unknown pain.

At some point, Lanzhi came to Yan Qianfan and said, "Second owner, breakfast is ready."

Unexpectedly, Yan Qianfan turned around suddenly, held the girl's hands, stared into her eyes, and said, "Lan Zhi, can you lend me your clothes?"

Lanzhi is only 15 years old this year, and she is still a virgin girl. Since she was a child, she has followed her mother in the village to serve Yan Shi diligently, and has never had any misdeeds.At this moment, being hugged by Yan Qianfan like this, two blushes immediately flew up on her cheeks: "You...what are you going to do? No...I can't promise you.

Yan Qianfan sighed: "It turns out that you, like everyone else, hate me, the useless second owner."

When Lanzhi heard this, she closed her eyes with difficulty, and said: "I don't hate you, but the owner kindly took me in to do things, I can't seduce you to do anything."

"Where are you thinking?" Yan Qianfan stomped his feet anxiously, leaned close to the girl's ear, and lowered his voice, "I really only want to borrow your clothes, you wear old ones, you don't want them, Just throw me any one."

Lanzhi finally opened her eyes, eyes full of confusion: "...What do you want the woman's old clothes for?"

Yan Qianfan clenched his teeth and spit out three words: "I, want, wear."

"Look at it, does it fit?"

Yan Qianfan wrapped a long purple and red dress around his body, opened his arms, and spun around on the spot, his face full of freshness and vigor.

"Fit, fit." Lanzhi's face was ashes.Although she is not beautiful, she can be called delicate. Unfortunately, the expression on her face is dull at this time, like a puppet, and she falters and says, "Second owner, this is my mother's old clothes. Mother is over forty this year, you...you really..."

"It's okay, it's fine," Yan Qianfan waved his hands to dispel her worries, then turned to the bronze mirror and fiddled with the hair rope on the top of his head, "Perhaps it's better to mess up the hair a little more..." He said to himself While speaking, he raised his arms and scratched at his head, but he heard a crackling sound, and he forcibly tore a gap in the tight fabric under the sleeves.

Lanzhi's face became even uglier.Yan Qianfan's clothes were already very tight, but just now she made up her mind and pulled the belt around several times fiercely, finally wrapping the broad chest of the second villa owner into the front.At this moment, being pulled by him like this, the hard work just now fell short.

"I... I'll find you another one."

"No need, that's it."

"But."

"That's how she looks like a woman fleeing from disaster."

"You... what are you going to do?"

"Hush," Yan Qianfan suddenly leaned in front of Lanzhi, put his index finger on his lips, and signaled, "Don't ask, and don't tell anyone, this is for your own good, you know."

Lanzhi nodded.

"Thank you," Yan Qianfan winked at her, and the layer of makeup that had just been thrown on his face cracked a few more cracks, "I'm leaving."

He lifted the hem of the skirt with five fingers like chicken feet, and took two steps. Before he could step out of the threshold, he was caught on the toes of the cloth, lost his balance immediately, fell forward, and fell to the ground like a dog chewing mud with a plop.

"Second owner, be careful!" Lanzhi turned pale with fright, and immediately rushed forward to help.

But Yan Qianfan stood up abruptly: "It's okay, it's okay, a man, get up wherever you fall."

Lanzhi: "..."

Yan Qianfan set off again, and his busy figure quickly disappeared by the courtyard gate.Zhuang Zhong's disciples passed by him occasionally, but no one stopped for him.

Only Lanzhi was still standing at the door, looking at where he was going and muttering to himself: "What kind of place is the Xiling village where the second owner grew up, and how did he develop such a wonderful hobby..."

Of course, Xiling Village didn't cultivate men's hobby of wearing women's clothing. Their reputation was dragged down by Yan Qianfan, and they were really wronged.

As the chief culprit, Yan Qianfan showed no intention of repentance. Wearing a long purple dress, he mingled among the fleeing women and children, and slipped out of Zhujianzhuang along with the team heading to Duan's mansion.

Sitting on the firewood cart, looking at the gate of the mansion going away behind him, he couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, proud of his intelligence and wit.

These days, although he lives in a spacious room with maidservants around, he is not comfortable.His elder brother locked him in the mansion and didn't allow him to go out. Zhujianzhuang is warm and comfortable, and it is like spring all the year round, but every time he closes his eyes, the snow that never melts on the top of Xiling Mountain will still appear in his mind.

Xiling Village was built at the foot of Xiling Snow Mountain, adjacent to the southern frontier, far away from the Central Plains, and the official road construction ended here, replaced by mountains and wilderness, where thieves, refugees, and barbarians gathered, and there were often turmoil happened, and the people suffered unspeakably.In order to protect the business travelers coming and going, bodyguard bureaus gradually stationed here, and bodyguards with martial arts skills spontaneously assembled into teams to defend against foreign enemies with swords. This was the predecessor of Xiling Village.Later, the first emperor appointed King Pingnan to fight against Anbang, and a group of people in the village assisted King Pingnan in the battle and were rewarded by the court.

Although known as a famous family, Xiling Village is located in the frontier after all, with barren products and a very poor life. The disciples in the village must not only practice martial arts and cultivate themselves, but also open up wasteland and grow food by themselves. food alms to the poor.Over time, the disciples who were greedy for wealth and honor left one after another and went to the Central Plains to seek a living. Those who remained were true chivalrous men who devoted themselves to defending the frontier without expecting anything in return. There was no distinction between the members of the village. Down to the apprentices, they all treat each other as brothers and love each other like brothers and sisters.

Yan Qianfan was sent to Xiling Village when he was ten years old, and lived under the eaves of the old master, and was treated like a younger brother by An Guangsha. He grew up with Feng Guangsheng, the son of the old master's sworn brother Feng Si.

The three young people received rigorous martial arts training together. They learned to drink at the age of 12, learned to hunt wolves at the age of 13, and killed their first villain with a knife at the age of 15... Countless memories flooded into their minds, like an endless tide However, after the tide recedes, there is only a puddle of bitterness left in my heart.

When I was young, I didn't know the unpredictable things in the world, and the rivers and lakes were far away. When I looked back suddenly, things were already changed behind me.

The convoy left Zhujianzhuang, staggering on the mountain road.The carport at the end suddenly lightened, and the wheels swayed back and forth, before quickly regaining their stability.

No one noticed that during the brief turbulence, a shadow rolled down from the car and hid in the grass beside the road.

Yan Qianfan's borrowed skirt was covered in mud again, and a few brand new gaps were scraped by the blades of grass. He didn't care about taking care of it, and walked down the ramp quickly with his waist bowed under the mist of the morning light.

He was going to see An Guangsha.

Of course An Guangsha never revealed his whereabouts to him, but he already had an idea in mind.

People from Xilingzhai grew up at the foot of the snow-capped mountains, and they were born with a special love for snow. He still remembered that it was the middle of winter, and Fourth Uncle Feng took him, An Guangsha, and Feng Guangsheng into the mountains to hunt together. The severe cold in the mountains almost froze the three little ghosts. Become a snowman. After nightfall, everyone gathers around the stove to keep warm. The fire is dancing in front of our eyes. In the distance is the snow-covered mountain top, like a white umbrella in the night sky.

At that time, the fourth uncle was flicking the firewood while humming the mountain tune of Yongxue. The slightly hoarse and rough voice echoed in the empty mountains, which had a unique charm.

Pure snow surrounds Yunxiu, flying catkins fills the sky, and the world is vast.

The young Yan Qianfan was fascinated by the sound, staring at the bonfire in a daze until Feng Guangsheng poked his arm, showing off his face. : "How about it, the snow in Xiling Mountain is very heavy, you are a pampered young master, you must have never seen such a big battle before."

Yan Qianfan was born on the warm and humid seaside, and he had never seen snowfall, but he was not to be outdone, and stretched his neck and said: "Although there is no snow on Yingzhou Island, there is a field of white chrysanthemums. When the flowers bloom, the scenery is beautiful." Like snow."

Feng Guangsheng laughed loudly: "Flowers are so delicate, how can they compare with Xue."

Yan Qianfan refused to accept, puffed up his chest and argued: "Flowers are beautiful and not cold, aren't they much better than snow."

Feng Guangsheng said: "Girls like flowers and plants, and men should not be afraid of ice and snow."

Yan Qianfan said: "Hmph, I'm not the first person to complain in the snow today."

"It's not me either!"

The two couldn't compete, and An Guangsha, who was dozing aside, opened his eyelids and complained, "Stop arguing, you two, why don't you save your energy, you have to walk all day tomorrow."

"You are so boring!" Feng Guangsheng pouted.

The fourth uncle laughed, and rubbed the three hairy heads covered with ice crystals in turn with his generous palms: "If there are flowers like snow in the world, wouldn't it be a wonderful sight? If we have the opportunity to go to Yingzhou Island, we must see it with our own eyes." .”

Yan Qianfan was already standing beside the white chrysanthemum field.

The white chrysanthemums are in the flowering period, and the blooming flower clusters are crowded together to form a white blanket, covering the ground like heavy snow, and the wind picks up the withered petals, flying around like snowflakes.

In the middle of the flower field are the backs of An Guangsha and Feng Guangsheng.

The two stood by a newly built tomb, and Yan Qianfan knew that it was Feng Si's tomb.

After many years, this cluster of flowers still looks like the snow of Xiling Mountain, but unfortunately, the fourth uncle has been unable to see it with his own eyes.

In order to protect An Guangsha, he was plotted against by traitors in the arena, and died in a foreign land, never to return to his beloved Xiling Mountain.Therefore, An Guangsha buried him in this white chrysanthemum field, at least making him closer to the snow.

The flower fields are not taken care of deliberately, but the flowers are very vigorous every year. As long as there is wind to blow the seeds down and bury them in the soil, new flowers will grow in the coming year, and they will reproduce from generation to generation.

How wonderful it would be if human beings also had such an exuberant life.

Yan Qianfan felt desolate in his heart.

The other members of Xiling Village were also here. They had long been used to eating and sleeping in the open air, and they pitched simple tents by the flower fields and survived the previous night.But An Guangsha and Feng Guangsheng obviously did not fall asleep, their shoulders and hair were covered with petals, and they must have guarded the tomb all night.

Sending souls is a family gift.To An Guangsha, Fourth Uncle Feng was no different from a relative, so he accompanied Feng Guangsheng to watch the night.

Yan Qianfan also wanted to join them, but stopped a few feet away and stopped moving forward.

He squatted low and hid in the flower path, not daring to make a sound, only hoped that An Guangsha would lead Xilingzhai out of this place sooner, and go to visit Fourth Uncle's grave when no one was around. size.

Although there was no snow in the flower field, it was still chilly at dawn. The skirt on Yan Qianfan's body had already leaked countless gaps. When a gust of wind blew by, he finally couldn't help shrugging his shoulders. The rustling sound broke the solemn silence.

"who!"

Before the words fell, a gust of wind whizzed towards his eyes.

This attack came so suddenly and swiftly that Yan Qianfan didn't have time to dodge it, he just looked up blankly, watching a silver light descending head-on, dazzling, even the rising sun above his head and the white flowers all over his feet couldn't erase it Unique brilliance.

It was An Guangsha's gun.

There are not many people in the world who can use such fierce marksmanship.Yan Qianfan was forced to take two steps back, and sat down on the ground, looking embarrassed.

But he was not injured. He blinked, only to realize that the spear hadn't been fired at all, and the barrel of the gun was still firmly in An Guangsha's hand.It was just a swaying shot that turned him into a frightened bird.

Not only did he lose face, he also lost his hiding place and was exposed to the eyes of everyone.People from Xiling Village emerged from their tents one after another, looking at him from all directions.

Feng Guangsheng spoke first, and said: "It seems to be an old woman, Guangsha, go and see if you scare her."

An Guangsha also showed surprise, walking towards him, while reaching out his hand: "Sorry, I thought someone was sneaking up on me, and I was reckless for a while, didn't I hurt you?"

Yan Qianfan held the outstretched hand, feeling a sudden heat in his palm, and the familiar temperature also made his heart warm. He raised his head, looked at the face just a few feet away, and called out blankly: "Brother An."

An Guangsha's complexion suddenly changed.

The young master shook off his hand heavily, took a step back, frowned, and looked at him with extremely disgusting eyes.

Feng Guangsheng followed closely, stopped beside An Guangsha, glanced at the ground, and said in shock, "Yan Qianfan, why is it you?!"

Yan Qianfan was still sitting on the ground, the hand that was thrown off was hanging in the air, and said: "...I came to find you."

"How do you dress up like this?"

"Brother doesn't allow me to go out, so I can only get in with women and children and sneak out."

There was a burst of whispering around, and all looked at him with contempt, and some even couldn't help laughing out loud.

Only An Guangsha remained sullen, with a stern expression on his face.

Feng Guangsheng's eyes lingered between the two, and finally fell on Yan Qianfan's face, and asked, "What do you want from us?"

Yan Qianfan cleared his parched throat, and said, "I want to see fourth uncle off."

Feng Guangsheng frowned, and before he could make a sound, An Guangsha spoke first, and shouted angrily, "Get out!"

There was no sign of this roar, but it was extremely loud, like a lion's roar, faster and fiercer than the cold shot just now, and even the peaceful flower field was shocked.

The wind rolled up the petals all over the ground, forming a wave, blowing past the resting place of the dead.

No one dared to laugh anymore.

Everyone in Xiling Village knows An Guangsha's temper. This young master has a kind heart and a gentle temper. He is especially kind to his subordinates. He rarely puts on airs on weekdays. There are not many things that can make him so angry.

Silence was like a rope that bound Yan Qianfan's neck and gradually tightened, making him more suffocated and ashamed.

After a long time, he whispered: "...I just want to kowtow to him."

An Guangxia said coldly: "Your head is so precious, how dare you kowtow for our internal affairs in Xiling Village."

Yan Qianfan was shocked, got up from the ground, and said, "Brother An, I am also from Xiling Village."

An Guangsha looked at him deeply: "Xiling Village only accepts heroes, not rats. My fourth uncle died to save others, a heroic death, but your life was paid for by innocent people." , you are not worthy of staying in Xiling Village, let alone kowtow to Fourth Uncle. If I allow you today, how will I explain to the brothers in the village."

"I……"

Yan Qianfan wanted to argue again, but he only heard the whistling wind in his ears, the silver gun in An Guangsha's hand flickered, and the tip of the gun had already touched the tip of his nose.

"Go away, don't let me see you again."

Yan Qianfan stood there dumbfounded.

An Guangsha's face became more and more gloomy, and the palm holding the gun barrel trembled slightly with anger.Seeing this, Feng Guangsheng on the side pressed his wrist,