Set fire in your heart

Martial arts practitioners usually get up early for morning exercises. For Yu Miao, this has been done since he was six years old, and now it has become a habit as naturally as eating and drinking water.

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Martial arts practitioners usually get up early for morning exercises. For Yu Miao, this has been done since he was six years old, and now it has become a habit as naturally as eating and drinking.

The Baihualou is huge in scale. It is the most prosperous flowerhouse in Jinling when it is lit at night, and it is a restaurant and teahouse full of people during the day.

However, when the sun was just rising, compared with the bustling and bustling last night, it was very quiet, like two worlds.By the time Yu Miao finished her morning exercise, it was already noon when she returned after washing in the suburban river.

On the way back to Baihualou, the young swordsman, countless women waved at him, some even threw flowers and hairpins.Yu Miao didn't respond and dodged with her skills, and went all the way to the place where the boat was boarded without squinting.

Suddenly, he felt that there was a vaguely malicious sight around him gathered on him.

Looking around, Yu Miao boarded a small boat with a normal expression.

The surface of the lake was rippling with microwaves, and the boatman who was different from yesterday chatted enthusiastically.Yu Miao stood on the boat with her hands behind her back as if she was integrated with Xiaoxiao Luoyu.

The rain is like a long needle in the hand of Jinling Weaver Girl shooting silver light.

Suddenly, a man in black like a wild goose flew over the river. He looked about [-] years old and had a dark complexion. He stretched his arms and lightly stepped on another boat not far from Yu Miao, without causing waves on the river.

He raised his hand, and the black cloak had a smooth curve, revealing a jade-studded knife on his waist. Looking at Yu Miao, he frowned and raised his head and asked:

"Underworld Saber Yu Miao?"

"Yes." Yu Miao replied lightly.

"I have heard of your name for a long time. At the age of 12, you became the leader of the four Northwest tribes and became famous all over the world. After that, you killed countless famous masters in the Northwest. At fifteen, you killed your master and became the number one swordsman in the world."

The man looked at Yu Miao up and down, smiled sarcastically, "Little baby holds the title of the best knife in the world, I, Huang Daoyuan, have been immersed in knife skills for decades, and when I heard that you came to Jinling, I came here to ask for advice. In vain."

Yu Miao blinked, and suddenly asked: "Huang Daoyuan? The successor of Meiying Dao?"

"Exactly."

"Then you can't beat me."

Huang Daoyuan sneered and said, "How do you say that?"

Yu Miao said flatly: "On the eighth day of the first lunar month, I killed a man in Jizhou."

Suddenly, Huang Daoyuan's pupils narrowed, and the hand holding the knife trembled for a moment, then his eyes turned red and he gritted his teeth and asked, "It's you?"

"it's me."

On the eighth day of the first lunar month, Huang Daoyuan's father died in Jizhou. He died with a single knife. When he saw the corpse, the neck was cut smoothly and the head was separated.

A generation of saber masters fell, and they were killed by one blow.

The hatred of killing the father is irreconcilable, but when Huang Daoyuan, who had never won against his father, got this news when facing the enemy who killed his father, his passionate blood also cooled down.

Huang Daoyuan breathed in the rain, he felt so cold in his heart.After a few moments, he gripped the knife tightly again, no longer thinking about who killed his father, no longer thinking about the clean and neat one-hit death that even he admired.

Nothing can be a factor that diminishes the spirit of a swordsman.

"Please enlighten me!" Huang Daoyuan said in a deep voice, never belittled before.

Yu Miao didn't speak, but just touched the handle of the knife behind her with her left hand and brought it in front of her body, and put her right hand on the bandage knot.

Such a simple action made the expressions of the onlookers and Huang Daoyuan change, and they were ready to fight.

There is only one person in each generation of the name of the dark sword, and the name will be passed on to the next generation only if the previous generation of the dark sword is killed.

And Yu Miao was born in the Northwest, and grew famous on the border. It is rumored that he "sees blood when you shine the sword", the speed between the sword and the sword is like lightning, and the figure is as strong as a dragon. He killed many martial arts masters in the Northwest at a young age... ... There are countless legends about him, and under the good name of his appearance is the number one knife in the world made of bones.

Even though he is extremely young, youthful spirit and greenness are intertwined in his eyebrows and eyes.But he stood there, and the momentum after pulling out the knife was enough to intimidate them, making it difficult for them to resist.

Huang Daoyuan took the lead in attacking, while the Meiying Knife was mainly based on changes, the depth of the knife was unpredictable, and it was amazing with its speed.Huang Daoyuan's sword skills are slightly inferior to his father's, but still should not be underestimated.

I saw the light of his saber was like a flying rainbow, and he flew towards Yu Miao with a loud shout. He stared at Yu Miao, not letting go of his slightest movement.

But the young man who was getting closer, did not dodge, just turned his wrist, and the simple and dark knife turned into a gorgeous flower in his hand.

Huang Daoyuan has already drawn the sword, and now he only has the idea of ​​killing Yu Miao and living.In disputes between rivers and lakes, either you die or I die.

The reputation of being the number one in the world is too tempting, and it is not just for the sake of a name after practicing for decades.So he came, but unfortunately the opponent was stronger than him.

His one strike was in vain, but for the real killing move, one strike was enough.

The blood was scattered in the rain, falling on the boat and the river was far deeper than the rain.Huang Daoyuan was stunned. He lowered his head and stared at the blood-spraying neck in disbelief. This swordsman who has been in the rivers and lakes for decades didn't even see the young man's departure. His neck had already been scratched by the sharp blade.

There is both the sun and the rain in the sky, and now the smell of blood mixed with the rain makes the spectators on the riverside hold their breath and retreat.

Those spectators cheered for the duel a quarter of an hour ago, and now their faces are covered with fear.

They also thought about the scene where the master duel ends, the winner's arrogance and the loser's ashen face, but when the real Jianghu duel was staged in front of them, the time was too short, and it was over before they even had time to sigh.

Quick, soon.At this time, the man who had passed the year had fallen into the river of rising white smoke, without a drop of blood, but the young swordsman with the knife in his hand swung the knife into the river once, cleaning the little After the blood was stained, he rewound the bandage and carried it behind his back.

Everything that happened just now is now in silence.Like a very normal thing in life, the young man remained expressionless. After standing for a while, he glanced at the trembling and incontinent boatman. He closed his eyes and flew away without saying anything.

He was gone, and the rain hadn't stopped.

Some people say: "No. [-] in the world, there cannot be two No. [-] in the world."

As for the other No. [-] in the world, it is Pei Nong, the son of the Pei family of the Jinling family.

At noon, Baihualou is still deserted, let alone this rainy day, the girls and guys are too lazy to come out.

Yu Miao was clutching the lottery. As soon as she stepped into the Baihua Building, a well-dressed attendant stepped forward and said respectfully:

"Yu Shaoxia, our master has been waiting for you for a long time."

Yu Miao looked at the sword by his side. You can see a lot of information about people on the blade. The blade of this servant is thinner, and the hilt is gilt and inlaid with pearls and jade. It can be seen that it belongs to everyone.

But regardless of which one, it has nothing to do with Yu Miao. He waved his hand and refused, saying, "I haven't eaten yet."

"Meals have already been prepared, all of which are authentic Jinling delicacies, please!"

If it's all right, it's indispensable to be meaty.

"Oh." Without hesitation, Yu Miao followed, and asked casually on the way, "What's your master's name?"

"Pei."

"Oh." Yu Miao noticed that the murals on both sides of the floor became gorgeous and gorgeous, and the bright fragrance lingered around her nose.

Generally speaking, life in the south of the Yangtze River is much more refined than that in the northwest.

Thinking of this, Yu Miao thought of her again, and fell into his own thoughts. He didn't pay attention until he arrived at a spacious and bright room with only a short red railing on the edge to see the river.

The attendant leading the way bowed his head and retreated.

Yu Miao walked a few steps forward, and the cold wind from the river was blowing towards his face. He could feel that there was another person besides him in the box, and he could even tell from his breathing that he was a strong person.

The room is very large, the exquisite porcelain is placed properly, and the darker bead curtains and veils make the inner room faintly highlighted.

Opening the bead curtain, Yu Miao's eyes were suddenly attracted by a bunch of flowers decorated on the red lacquer table.

There are clusters of colorful flowers, like leaves and flowers.

Going straight to the flower, Yu Miao reached out and fiddled with the red petals, without looking up, she asked the man opposite, "What kind of flower is this?"

The emotionless eyes that just came in looked at the bright red flowers and were suddenly filled with curiosity, unlike the rumored cruel and murderous swordsman, that good-looking young man who was born in an aristocratic family was admiring the flowers.

But the small scars on his face and his aura make it impossible for anyone to ignore a strong man because of his age.

Pei Nong shook his head and smiled, this was the first time he had seen the Heir of the Dark Sword, he had thought about many scenes, the two would chat happily and meet each other in battle, but he didn't expect the young man to turn his head and ask about flowers without even looking at him.

"This is a bougainvillea." Pei Nong replied while looking at Yu Miao, who was five years younger than him but equally famous as him.

The boy's clothes are mainly black, the clothes are unassuming, but the person who wears them is naturally gorgeous and flamboyant.

He was carrying a bandage-wrapped Dark Knife on his back. It was rumored that the Dark Knife was too powerful and had no sheath to seal it, so he used a bandage as a sheath in his previous positions.

The satin-like black hair is tied high into a neat ponytail, the thin cheeks are resolute and deep, and a pair of single-lid black eyes possesses a unique charm.Take a closer look, both the bone and facial features are excellent, she is indeed a rare beauty in the world.

In a daze, Pei Nong thought of his younger brother Ah Xing.

His younger brother is also single-eyed...