beg for chivalry

[Scroll one knife is amazing]

A bit of snow fell like a goose feather, skimming the thin and sharp blade and hiding in the white grass blown by the cold wind.

The wind in the extreme north is bitter, sometimes roaring like tens of thousands of beasts galloping, sometimes crying like ghosts.In addition to the sound of the wind, the humming of the blade as it brushed against the strong wind could be vaguely heard, echoing on the white snow cliff with the messy trampling sound.

Thin clouds swirled in the strong wind, and the moonlight shone on the snow-covered cliffs.Not only the moonlight, but also the shadow of the sword!

Two people, one saber, one sword, are going back and forth in that square place.Only one person's white robe was fluttering, and his bamboo hat was hanging down.Although he couldn't see his face clearly, his every move was extremely gentle, which was obviously done by a woman.This person held a saber in his hand, but he didn't draw it out, and he fought back and forth with the opponent.

The other person was wearing a black shirt, wearing an ugly raksha mask with red hair and blue eyes, and in his hand, he danced with a hundred and two catties of black iron epee vigorously and fiercely.

The two fought for a hundred times, and they were both evenly divided, and it was hard to tell who was superior.Maybe he was tired of fighting, the man in black turned around to dodge, and struck the black iron sword heavily on the ground, said.

"The number one swordsman in the world - 'Yubai Three Swords' really lives up to its reputation."

The man in white withdrew his hand and said coldly. "If you can't beat you, what's the use of being number one in the world."

Hearing this, Rakshasa in black leaned back and laughed, his voice was hoarse and ugly, as if it came from the mask with blue face and fangs. "Ha! You are the world's number one swordsman, and I am the world's number one villain. The leader is against the top. How can there be any reason why you can't beat the enemy?"

The wind blew tighter again, and for a moment there was a chill and murderous intent everywhere, the north wind was rustling, full of murderous aura, like a needle piercing a cheek, like a knife cutting a bone.Although the two of them are just standing there holding their own weapons, they are already fighting hand to hand in terms of spirit and will, and they are inseparable.

Amidst the killing, the black-clothed Raksha suddenly said. "The 'Three Swords of Yubai' is famous all over the world. There is a saying that one sword is amazing, two swords wound people, and three swords kill. When the third sword is used, even if the opponent is a divine soldier, he will surely die. Now you Yubai sword He hasn't even taken out his sheath, why, the most dignified swordsman in the world doesn't even have the guts to kill a villain?"

"The sword at Tianshan Gate is only wielded for martial arts, not for murder." The white-clothed swordsman said, but he held the handle and slowly drew it out. "Today is no exception."

The whole body of this knife is crystal clear and bright, the moonlight is bright, and the shadow of the knife is also vivid.

As soon as the saber was released, the two of them knew very well: after the combination, the battle will definitely end.Let's see if Yubai Dao will make the third cut, or if the man in black will take the head of the swordsman Xiangshang first in the second cut.

"Difficult, difficult, difficult!" Black-clothed Rakshasa said three "difficult" words in succession, laughing loudly. "I killed your master and killed your fellow disciples, but I couldn't force you to use three swords! No wonder it is said that swords have intentions, but people are ruthless."

Hearing these terrifying words from his opponent, the swordsman in white didn't move at all, his hand holding the knife was as firm as a rock, as if he didn't care about the blood feud at all.The north wind howled and lifted the thin bamboo hat veil, revealing the man's pink and jade-like cheeks, with the corners of his mouth slightly pursed, smiling and sad.

The Xuanzhen Cave, the night snow is rugged.The gate cliff of Tianshan Mountain is hundreds of feet high, and there are deep and winding valleys below.

The jade white sword was shining brightly, and the black iron sword was buzzing.Both of them took half a step back, and with a sudden move, their figures were instantly dispersed in the heavy snow.All I could hear was the howling of the cold wind, the clanging of swords, and the hoarse low laughter of the black-clothed Rakshasa.

"Good people don't live long, and evils last for thousands of years. I think there is only one result today—"

Rakshasa in black stretched out his hand and pointed at the man, and said with a sinister smile.

"You die, I live!"

In an instant, the overwhelming snow foam splashed all around violently!Under the dome, among the white snow, it seems that these two people are the only ones in the world.

A crisp sound came from the wind, and then everything was silent, and there was no sound.

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There was silence in the teahouse, and when the storyteller was talking about this, he tiptoed, and the pear wood brush board slapped.

Stretching his neck and holding his breath, the listener saw that he took the lotus music slowly, and knew that he would not talk about it, and would wait until the next time to break it down.

Tea guests who have money will give money, and those who have no money will cheer.Chattering and laughing like birds gradually rose up, and the teahouse became noisy again, and everyone talked about the story with great interest.

"This black-clothed Rakshasa is brave enough to speak in front of the world's number one swordsman!"

"Hey, how can a villain be in power? I think Yubai Dao is better."

"Hey, what do you think - is Yubai Swordsman a peerless woman? It is because she is too beautiful that she hides her face with that bamboo hat to prevent others from seeing her true face..."

"Let's do it again!" "Come on!" The whispers from all over the place gradually merged into one sound, and the tea drinkers became noisy.The storyteller collected a lot of money, shook his beard with a smile, cleared his throat and was about to say another paragraph.Unexpectedly, a clear voice came from the crowd at this time.

"Mister is wrong!"

The voice was so sudden that the tea drinkers all stared at the window dumbfounded.But I saw a young man in a plain cloth coat lying on the window edge, his face was clear and bony, his eyebrows and eyes were as painted.

Seeing dozens of bright eyes, he shrank his head timidly, but he still spoke.

"Just now it was said that the Yubai Swordsman belongs to Tianshan's sect, but Tianshan only has a unique swordsmanship passed down from generation to generation, where can he use the sword?"

The new tea customer felt reasonable, and nodded pretendingly.But the storyteller was furious, took off a cloth shoe and threw it at him.

"It's you again, brat! You don't give me a penny, I don't even drink a sip of tea, and you just want to disrupt the situation. Are you sincerely not letting the old man live?"

The place was instantly filled with a happy atmosphere.The literate storyteller made a fool of himself, and the audience burst out laughing.

The old tea lovers have long been familiar with this situation - everyone in Jiading knows that Wang Xiaoyuan, a servant of the Jin family's mansion, loves listening to books and loves stories about Jianghu. Gratitude and hatred.Because of this, he became the nemesis of storytellers: Wang Xiaoyuan can always pick out these biases if he is wrong.

Wang Xiaoyuan blushed from the laughter, and the storyteller's shoes hit his head again, so he got down from the window lattice and stepped on the ground in despair.

The tea customer at the side recognized him and said with a smile. "Xiao Yuan, if you run away to Mr. Storyteller in anger this time, you will be beaten with a cane by Young Master Jin."

"Young Master Jin is hot-tempered. Hearing that you have come to eavesdrop on books again, he will get angry again, hahaha."

"Next time, tell me something!"

The young servant was tongue-tied and unable to answer, so he gave a jerky smile and stumbled away.His eyes were dazed, he couldn't see the way clearly, and he often stumbled at every step.Some tea drinkers felt sorry for him, and sometimes threw him a few pennies.

Wang Xiaoyuan is a domestic servant of the Jin family. I heard that since he was trapped in the mountains collecting firewood and rescued two years ago, he has always been a bit distracted. Shi Hua lost his good eyesight.But it doesn't matter if his eyes can't see clearly, he only needs to keep his ears to hear the interesting things in the world that make him worry about it.

No, Wang Xiaoyuan's ears still turned towards the direction of the teahouse as he walked, thinking about the follow-up of the black and white duo, but fortunately the storyteller's voice drifted over leisurely.

"... That black-faced Rakshasa is none other than the young master of Houtianlou. Although he is a villain, he is also a peerless master today. He has always been cruel and inhumane."

"After a battle with Yubai Swordsman, his hands were crippled, his legs and feet were injured, and he was no different from a disabled person. This is no wonder. Ask all the martial arts masters in the world, who dares to take the third knife of Yubai Sword? But it is strange Yes—although he has disappeared from the Jianghu in the past two years, Houtianlou's power has not been reduced by half..."

Wang Xiaoyuan was so fascinated by the sound that he didn't notice the road under his feet. He stepped on a round stone on the ground in a daze, and suddenly his body became unstable and he fell forward, rolling several times in embarrassment.

When he raised his cheeks covered with nosebleeds, the voice of the storyteller had long gone, and at the same time a burst of hot air and the sweet smell of maltose came to his face.

He stared at it with wide eyes, and vaguely realized that he happened to fall in front of an old man selling sugar.The bright yellow things on the burden are all children's favorite roosters, rabbits, butterflies, and some flowers and plants.But the most eye-catching ones are the sugar figurines with swords on them. The little servant recognized them immediately: they are the well-known heroes of the previous dynasty.

This time he didn't even bother to listen carefully to the sound of the book, he got up from the ground, wiped his face indiscriminately, and moved in front of the sugar man.The more he looked left and right at those sugar men, the more he liked them from the bottom of his heart.It's a pity that I am so shy in my pocket that I can't touch a few copper coins.

Carrying the candy figurine was a strong old man with a red complexion, who was so angry that he blew his beard and stared at Wang Xiaoyuan if he didn't want to buy it.But seeing him staring at these sugar figures with fascination, he couldn't help but feel a little bit secretly happy, so he shouted in a rough voice. "You little brat, I'll give you a test. If you get the answer right, how about I give you a candy figurine?"

Seeing the young man nodding his head ignorantly, the old man pointed to one of them and asked, "Who is this?"

"Hero of martial arts under the cold mountain, the current leader of the martial arts world!" Wang Xiaoyuan felt his head suddenly clear, and replied quickly.

"this?"

"Fang Bao, a master of the Miao Village, can use water-avoiding guns!"

As soon as the old man pointed his fingers over, Wang Xiaoyuan rushed to say those names.

"The leader of the Tunri Gang can make a big beam, and can make two gourds!"

"This is Mrs. Hongzhu, and the one next to you is Yasha Zuobuzheng!"

Hearing that he spoke quickly and correctly, the old man smiled all over his face.He picked up the remaining sugar figurines and approached him, "You little doll is really smart, take a closer look, you won't be able to guess these ones for sure!"

Wang Xiaoyuan squinted his eyes and looked at him. This is an old chivalrous man who is over sixty years old, with a strong body but slender hands and feet. His back is bent and he holds a bamboo stick in his hand.He racked his brains and finally vaguely remembered a name. "...Evil man ditch...Bamboo old man."

The old man suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed loudly, the laughter shook his chest like a bell. "Hahahahaha! I didn't expect this little Mao Mao to be able to name a nickname that no one in the world remembers!"

After that, he wrapped two candy figurines in paper and stuffed them into the hands of the young servant, "Take it, take it, it's a good fortune for me to see you today."

Wang Xiaoyuan was surprised and delighted, he looked at the old man's flushed face, and suddenly felt that he was somewhat similar to the bamboo old man's sugar figurine, but how could there be a bamboo stick by his side?So he simply didn't think about it anymore, and looked down at the two sugar men he got, and was pleasantly surprised again.

The sugar figurine in the left hand is wearing a big hat, and the veil drawn by dilute syrup hangs down, making it difficult to see his face clearly, but Wang Xiaoyuan recognizes the sword in his hand—it is the Tianshanmen Jade White Sword that makes him fall in love!

The old man said: "This Yubai swordsman can be regarded as a rising star. The most famous one is the three swords - one is amazing, the second sword wounds, and the third sword kills. It is a pity that this swordsman disappeared after the first battle on the cliff. He disappeared for two days. Year."

Wang Xiaoyuan nodded, then looked suspiciously at the sugar figurine on his right.It was an assassin-like figure in a cloak and a Rakshasa mask. "Is this from Houtianlou...?"

"You want to ask why this old man made this sugar figurine?" The old man grinned, "Heroes have to do it, and villains have to do it too. What's the difference between good and evil in handicraft work! And if you see him getting angry, he chews it up and swallows it down." Li also relieved."

Wang Xiaoyuan looked left and right, rewrapped the sugar figurine and put it away, timidly bowed to the old man three times, then walked back cautiously, turning his head to look at the old man quietly every time he took a step, revealing Grateful and confused smile.

The old man tidied up his sugar figurine booth and put the pole back on his shoulders.Seeing the direction in which the little servant was walking away, he laughed out loud again, picked up the burden and walked away leisurely.

If you look closely, the pole is unusual. Although it is covered with mud and dust, it can be clearly identified as a smooth green bamboo stick.

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When Wang Xiaoyuan returned to Jin's mansion, the sun had already risen to three poles.

This time he went out to grab medicine.He couldn't do any meticulous work on weekdays, so he was occasionally asked by Young Master Jin to run errands.But the bad thing is that every time I go out, I have to delay the trip for a long time-this time I was fascinated by the storytelling in the teahouse, so I couldn't avoid a scolding.

The young servant stepped into the Golden Mansion anxiously.Sure enough, as soon as his left foot landed, a hoarse male duck voice rushed towards him.

"Wang—Xiao—Yuan!"

Wang Xiaoyuan trembled all over, his body tensed suddenly, and he watched a foot protrude from the study door in cold sweat.

The person who came was the grumpy Young Master Jin, but seeing him wearing a fat sleeved shirt, taking a step and swaying three times, it was very funny.Under the disheveled hair, a pair of suspicious and aggressive hanging eyes stared straight at him.

The master's single name is black, he has a bad temper, and his voice is loud and unpleasant, so even if he is rich, he can't avoid being ridiculed by the children of Jiading.

Jinwu took three steps at a time, rushed to the little servant, snatched the medicine bag from his hand, and pushed him hard on the shoulder, shouting.

"The pharmacy is just a few steps away, how many hours have you been here? Where have you been?"

Wang Xiaoyuan muttered and couldn't speak, Young Master Jin's eyes were sharp, and he caught a glimpse of the candy figurine wrapped in paper in his hand, and grabbed it unceremoniously and tore the paper open.

The young servant could only feel his heart pounding, seeing the jade white swordsman and the black-clothed Raksha sugar man being roughly held by the Golden Crow, he was even more panicked.

Jin Wu stared at the two sugar figures for a long time, and said with a half-hearted smile. "It's kind of like it."

Without waiting for Wang Xiaoyuan to answer, he waved the two sugar figurines and said without doubt. "These two, give me."

Wang Xiaoyuan was tongue-tied, and stretched out his hand to touch the two hard-earned sugar figures, but Jinwu reached out his hand maliciously, hid the Yubai swordsman behind his back, and bit the other sugar figure in his mouth. I ate it all.Finally, he wiped the sugar stains from the corners of his mouth, and shouted in that ugly voice.

"Aunt Mu, lock him in the woodshed, don't let him touch a grain of rice tonight!"

"Hey--"

A woman with a fat body and a ferocious face seemed to appear out of nowhere. She was wearing a pair of red trousers and her brows were painted yellow.

Without saying a word, Aunt Mu dragged Wang Xiaoyuan to the woodshed.She is as strong as a bull, and her arms are as cold as iron.When Wang Xiaoyuan saw her, his arms and legs trembled and he couldn't move at all.

The woman scolded while dragging him. "When the young master wants you to come back, you don't have to delay for a moment! You fool, how many times have you been to the woodshed this month?"

Wang Xiaoyuan counted: "Twelve times."

Aunt Mu immediately picked up the broom beside him and beat him up.Wang Xiaoyuan ran away with his head in his arms, but he was hit hard a few times.

Seeing his pale face, Jin Wu gloated and said in a loud voice. "Let me tell you, Wang Xiaoyuan. If you dare to come back late next time, I will break your dog legs."

Strange to say, as soon as he said those words, Aunt Mu's hand suddenly stretched like gluten, and she gave Young Master Jin a slap in the face.

Just when Jinwu was stunned by this sudden palm, the old woman said in a rough voice. "Master, keep your mouth clean. How can you be worthy of the Jin family's reputation with such foul language?"

Young Master Jin was furious, but even he was scared back a few steps by Aunt Mu's fierce face.Aunt Mu's face was wrinkled layer upon layer, and a pair of small eyes were hidden in the fine creases, staring fiercely at people's backs.

In front of Aunt Mu, he could only sneer. "Wang Xiaoyuan, if you dare to come back late next time, I will... make your lower body hurt!"

The maid at the side couldn't help laughing, she covered her mouth, but she couldn't hold back her laughter.

At this time, a few small heads suddenly appeared on the courtyard wall, and a snotty-haired child shouted, "The cripple is going to beat the blind!"

"Master Jin is lame!"

"Walk slowly, like a turtle." "No, no, hoarse, like a male duck."

Hearing their chatter about him, Jin Wu jumped up angrily, and pointed at them vigorously with his fingers. "You all go down, is this wall for you to climb?"

"Then this wall is for Young Master Jin to climb."

"Shh, the cripple can't move!"

The children were not frightened by the Golden Crow's anger at all, and continued to laugh carelessly.

It turned out that it was said that Young Master Jin's right leg was born short, and he limped and wobbled when he walked. Coupled with that shriveled voice, he really looked like a duck.

Jin Wu was furious when he heard it, and said to the maid beside him with his mouth curled up. "Sanniang, go get the bones of those little thieves, and see if I don't deal with them properly."

"Young master, you just told me to prepare lunch, and Sanniang is going." The maid said with a chuckle, "Please watch out for them not to break it, the little girl will leave first." Piao Piao went to the back kitchen, leaving behind Jin Wu who was staring at the children.

Seeing the servant girl ignoring him, and also being slapped by Aunt Mu just now, Jin Wu was naturally in a bad mood.But before he could start cursing, the little fur kids began talking to each other. "San Niang is gone." "It's gone, the angry Young Master Jin is not good-looking."

"By the way, Xiao Yuan!" one of the children called out.

Hearing someone call his name, Wang Xiaoyuan, who was dragged to the door of the firewood room, raised his head in a daze, and the child shouted to him: "Tomorrow, a martial artist from the capital will come here to watch us practice martial arts. Remember to come to the door of the martial arts hall at Chenshi!" !"

A martial artist in the capital!Wang Xiaoyuan's eyes lit up when he heard it, as if a few stars had fallen.

Aunt Mu threw the young servant into the firewood room, wiped her hands and turned to Jin Wu and said, "Master, are you still going to the martial arts hall tomorrow?"

"Go to hell," Jin Wu blurted out, seeing Aunt Mu stretching out her hand as if to hit him again, she hastily cleared her throat. "Hmph, the dog in the capital... What good intentions do you have in a place where the officials don't pull... eggs? Don't go, don't go!"

Wang Xiaoyuan looked at the group of children eagerly, and suddenly felt that the stone floor tiles for a night's sleep were worth it.He made up his mind that when the o'clock tomorrow came and the door of the firewood room was unlocked, he would fly out like a rabbit.

But Jinwu seemed to have guessed what he was thinking, and walked slowly to the door of the firewood room, and said to Aunt Mu in a strange way. "Aunt Mu, get out the firewood for two days first."

These words made Wang Xiaoyuan fall into an ice cave, and Jin Wu said to him word by word with a smirk.

"I've changed my mind, I'll lock you up for two days."

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The moon is bright and the stars are sparse, and the cold fog is surging.Wang Xiaoyuan curled up on the stone slab that was sprinkled with moonlight and silver light, only feeling the cold in the middle of the night.The sharp and lonely cry of crows in the distance made him feel even more dizzy.

He closed his eyes and leaned against the messy firewood branches and leaves, his body was shaking like chaff, and his teeth were shivering.The firewood room was dry and cold, narrow and dark except for the moonlight coming through the small window, which made people easily think of demons and horrors.Wang Xiaoyuan read to himself the poems he heard from the storyteller.

He read one line from Li Taibai's poems. He was not very literate, but he would read a line or two of some poems after listening to people recite them a lot.So he read "The silver saddle shines on the white horse, rustling like a shooting star" and "Three cups of turmoil, the five mountains are light", and suddenly he felt light in his body and heart.

The more he thought about it in his heart, the more his chest boiled up, and his bones didn't feel so cold and sore.

But at the same time, he also recalled the past - he was a family servant of the Jin family, born in the Jin family, raised in the Jin family, his status was naturally lower than other hired workers, and others always didn't even bother to look at him .

He also heard that since he went to the mountain to collect firewood a few years ago and was fascinated by ghosts, he became demented and confused, and couldn't remember the past clearly.

What now?Young Master Jin often finds fault with him and treats him harshly.Aunt Mu spoke harshly and was never considerate.The other servants treated him like a weed on a stranger's road, and he was like a lonely grass, not knowing where to find his refuge.The only thing that is good to him is probably——

Wang Xiaoyuan was thinking wildly, when he suddenly heard a small "click" sound amidst the rustling of forest leaves, he raised his neck, and was surprised to find that the previously locked firewood door was pushed open, and a pretty The face was revealed in the moonlight.

"Didn't sleep?"

The person who came was Zuo Sanniang, Jinwu's personal servant girl.Seeing that Wang Xiaoyuan was stupefied, she stuck out her tongue playfully, pinned the key on her waist, and slipped into the firewood room without a sound.Only then did Wang Xiaoyuan realize that she was holding a food box in her hand.

Zuo Sanniang put down the wooden box in front of him, and sat down with her hands down, smiling. "I'm bringing you food, don't make a fuss."

Wang Xiaoyuan was very grateful in his heart, he was thinking of her just now, and unexpectedly she came to her.Although Sanniang is also a domestic servant, she has a beautiful appearance and outstanding temperament, a pair of big almond-like eyes, and a sly and clever smile on her small cherry mouth. In the eyes of the children, she looks like a Penglai fairy.

Whenever Aunt Mu and Young Master Jin beat him up, she would secretly send him some ointment for food and talk to him softly.At this moment in the dead of night, Wang Xiaoyuan's ignorant young heart couldn't help beating when he saw her graceful figure.

He hurriedly put the rice in the wooden box into his mouth in three or five mouthfuls, seeing Sanniang laughing and talking, his face turned red with embarrassment, so he swallowed the rice in his mouth with his neck up.In the end, he said timidly. "You...you treat me so well."

Hearing his words, Zuo Sanniang was slightly taken aback, and a smile rippled on her face like a stream of clear water.She tilted her head and smiled. "I treat you well? Then...do you like me?"

She spoke so boldly that Wang Xiaoyuan's head became feverish.He has only seen those shy women who are twitchy and give acacia beans to the person he likes. Where has he seen such a straightforward girl?The young man bit his lip, and after a while he murmured. "Hi... like it."

Don't want Zuo Sanniang to ask again. "Then do you like Aunt Mu and Young Master Jin?"

Wang Xiaoyuan was speechless.He was in a dilemma. As a servant, he naturally had to take care of his master's face. If he was in front of others, he had to say "I like it", but these two people were usually mean to him, and their conscience and psychology couldn't justify it.

Seeing him hesitate, Sanniang let out a hearty laugh like a silver bell. "Look, Xiao Yuan. You don't like me, but you like someone who treats you well. If you treat you well, even the evil ghost Rakshasa will like him."

These words were reasonable, and the young servant couldn't refute even after thinking about it.

After he wolfed it down, Zuo Sanniang packed the wooden box and chopsticks, and was about to get up and leave gracefully.Wang Xiaoyuan only wanted to say a few more words to her, reached out and grabbed her dress, and said in a trembling voice. "San Niang, I..."

Zuo Sanniang looked back at him, and suddenly burst out laughing.Her beautiful eyes sparkled, but she said something that almost broke his heart.

"Did you forget? I already have a sweetheart."

Seeing Wang Xiaoyuan's face pale in an instant, she added with a clever smile. "You will too. Sometimes it is you who regard others as your favorite, and sometimes others regard you as your husband."

"I...I didn't."

Wang Xiaoyuan shrank and swallowed the second half of the sentence.Alas, how can anyone like a servant who is so dazed and clumsy like him?No one really treats him well, even Zuo Sanniang just sees him in pity and occasionally helps him.

The door was closed again, and with a click of the lock, the firewood room returned to silence, leaving Wang Xiaoyuan sitting there alone in a daze.After a while, he slowly leaned against the firewood on the ground, curled up and lay down.Zuo Sanniang's liking for Young Master Jin is known to everyone in the house. Some people say that she does it for money. After all, no woman likes the fierce and lame Young Master Jin.Thinking of Sanniang circling around the Golden Crow with a smile all day long, Wang Xiaoyuan felt a dull pain in his heart.

He couldn't help but think of those gangsters again, who wasn't handsome and accompanied by beauties?He also wants to gallop across the world like a hero, punish rape and eradicate evil, and make his fame and achievements spread far and wide.Thinking of this, Wang Xiaoyuan suddenly trembled all over, and a subtle and strange emotion suddenly burst in his chest.

Why is he the way he is now?

What happened before he got stuck collecting firewood in the mountains?

Suddenly a white light flashed in front of his eyes, and the noisy and chaotic voices passed through his mind like a flock of birds——

two years ago.

moonlit night.

Jade White Sword.

Rakshasa in black.

There was a sudden chill.

At the same time, there are thousands of whispers in the ear, one after another.Women and children cry, warriors weep blood, the strings are frightened and noisy, and the tiles are all broken.Sometimes there is raging fire destroying the ridge of the roof, and sometimes the flesh and blood are covered by snow.But after the grotesque, there was no sound for an instant, and he could only vaguely see——

On a distant cliff, a black and white figure stood facing the wind, as if they were the only two in the world.

【"One sword is amazing, two swords hurt people, three swords kill people. What a jade white three swords!"】

【"There is only one result today, you die, I live."】

In the haze, the laughter was like thunder.The strong wind whizzed past, and flesh and blood flew across the sky.In the deep tomb, there seemed to be a person standing in front of him, slashing the sharp arrows of the sudden wind with a sword.But he only felt that the eyes were full of strange lights, and his ears were filled with ecstasy, and he could no longer distinguish the slightest bit.

"I... what did I forget?"

Wang Xiaoyuan put down the hand supporting his head and muttered to himself.

Before, he felt as if ten thousand ants were eating his heart, and he had a splitting headache.But in a trance, those fragments all disappeared like a fleeting shadow.He suddenly thought of the two sugar figurines stuffed into his hands by the old man who sells sugar during the day, and he was shocked physically and mentally.

At this time, Wang Xiaoyuan finally woke up from the haze.He rolled over, but stood there blankly, not knowing what to do.

The heart is empty, as if a corner is missing.

He stared at the tightly closed chaimen for a while, then looked down at the key in his hand.

It turned out that when Zuo Sanniang left, he stretched out his hand to grab her skirt, but actually slipped the key from her waist.He didn't know where he got the courage, maybe it was the arrival of the martial arts masters in the capital, or the yearning for the rivers and lakes that made him bold once.

But no matter what, Wang Xiaoyuan thought.

As soon as tomorrow Maoshi arrives, he will leave here, get rid of the vicious Aunt Mu and the noisy Young Master Jin, go to the martial arts gym he has been thinking about for a long time, and even——

go far.

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It's slow, cp is Wang Xiaoyuan and Jinwu... well, it's them (lay flat

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