Demon Sword and Iron Fan Record

Yaodao strolled along the avenue of Qingzhou City, and the black hair hovering on the ground just now grew to his ankles, which was quite noticeable on this street.On both sides of the road, there were sellers of jewelry and floral cloths, noodles and cakes, and vegetables, fruits, poultry and fish. They were noisy, which made her feel strange.

She found that buying and selling is really a miraculous thing. Those who came to buy goods took a fancy to those things, but pretended not to care, and then fought with the seller, asking for a little less money; I agreed to the buyer's request, but I was happy in the end.

Yaodao doesn't understand the communication between them very well. It seems that what they express is not what they really want, and the important things are under the words.

At this time, she found that the flow of people began to gather in one direction.

Yaodao stopped thinking about it and walked forward along the flow of people. Then she was stunned, frowned, raised her eyelids, and then returned to her original appearance - she saw a "Wanted Jianghu" posted on a wall. ", the word "killing knife" was written with a vermilion pen at the front, and the various characteristics described on the arrest warrant turned out to be about me!

She, Yaodao, was actually wanted!

The wanted order of the Jianghu is a reward notice used by the big sects of the Jianghu to hunt down the traitors and scums of their own sect, and the demon sword is neither a traitor of any sect nor a scum of any sect. Is it true that everyone in the Jianghu sees her like this of?

Somewhat abnormally, there is no portrait on the "Wanted List".As usual, the portrait is the most direct and effective clue, but Yaodao's whereabouts are uncertain, and the physical characteristics mentioned by those who claim to have seen her are also "the dragon has nine sons, each of which is different", but without exception, they all describe that person. a knife.

A black and yellow broadsword with a five-foot blade, wide and thick, taller than a person.As for her, she just lifted it lightly with one hand, just like the jade finger of a beautiful woman in Suzhou picking up an embroidery needle on a brocade. To be struck by the beauty of that wielding knife is truly miraculous.

But the more interesting thing is yet to come.

Some people say that Yaodao is a big man who disguised himself as a woman, otherwise she would never be able to hold such a big sword; Some people say that Yaodao is a monster transformed from a thousand-year-old fox, who likes to eat human flesh to cultivate immortality;

Yaodao has no name and surname, she doesn't know where she came from, and she doesn't know where she is going. People combined various rumors and called her "Demon Sword", and the name spread like this.

The most interesting thing is that she likes the name herself.When she was in danger, she seemed to be integrated with the knife, unconscious and unaware, slashing all the way until the last opponent fell down in a pool of blood.

Scary, right?She has asked others that.

Yes, many people were afraid of her. Her bloodthirsty and murderous deeds were simply heinous. The "Wanted List" listed her various crimes, but she had never heard of those crimes.

Even if you think about it on your knees, you know that you have been framed, and the person who framed yourself is probably the one who did it.

Yaodao smiled, she didn't even have the capital to clean up all the time, but she didn't care at all, because her knife would never hurt her.

She has never had a rival.

She squeezed into the crowd and tore off the wanted notice.The crowd exclaimed for a moment, and after a moment of silence, they whispered.Yaodao rolled up the paper, put it away, and left again.

The crowd behind them were still discussing, at this time a pair of eyes also began to stare at her, and the blue light of the gauze lantern was still shining strangely.

My Dafeng Villa, handed down to my father's generation, has declined.My father wants to restore the old glory of the ancestors' foundation, and I am also willing to contribute my blood to Lin Dafeng.In this way, my father wanted to use Yu Wei to get close to several sects in order to consolidate his position.

It was the autumn of a few years ago. I obeyed my father's order and took a team of people to the agreed place to wait for dispatch. I was also asked not to carry weapons.At that time, I was a young man, and I was originally dissatisfied with being dispatched, but for the sake of Dafeng Villa and to relieve my father's worries, I was willing to put down my temper, but secretly hid my iron fan.

But who would have thought that Liu Ran, with a human face and a beast's heart, prepared an ambush. We were unprepared, even though we had already noticed something strange, we were caught off guard at the time.My team was killed to pieces, the people in Dafeng Villa died and fled, no one was by my side.I resisted desperately, but my two fists were no match for my four hands, until I was hit by a sword on my left shoulder.This sword, blood gurgling, pain piercing to the bone, has hurt the tendons.At that time, I had made up my mind to die, and I would kill Liu Ran no matter what.

Who knows that there is no unparalleled road, just like a divine soldier descended from the sky, a woman in yellow shirt appeared from the forest, she held a long knife in her hand and swung it freely, as if a gardener was pruning flowers and trees, those people suddenly appeared there The mad knife with the handle fell into the water, throwing away the helmet and armor.

Liu Ran's subordinates all became his ghosts.

Afterwards, she slowly walked towards me with that big knife in her hand...

"Young Master! Young Master!"

Lin Tianju woke up slowly, the first moon had risen at this time, and the chirping of insects and birds could be clearly heard inside and outside the living room, and it sounded peaceful and joyful.

"The old owner..." Luo Yan said softly, "This is the medicinal soup brought by Mu Lian. The old owner was still here just now, and now he is back in the study."

A white-haired boy stood beside the couch, but the right half of his face was covered by the hanging hair, and he said "young master".

Lin Tianju nodded.The white-haired young man is Mu Lian, one of the two closed disciples of the Shenlong family. He is calm and cautious, hides his emotions and anger, and is usually taciturn, but he is Lin Tianju's most trusted person.Because Lin Tianju was assassinated a few years ago, Shenlong, Lin Qifeng's old friend, sent Mu Lian to Dafeng Mountain Villa to become the right-hand protector of the seat and the right-hand man of the owner; Shenlong himself lived in seclusion in the mountains and did not care about world affairs. .

Lin Tianju sat up, Luo Yan looked at him worriedly.Lin Tianju noticed it, and laughed happily: "Luo Yan, why don't I call you sister from now on, you really look like my sister."

Luo Yan looked a little displeased, she said patiently and kindly: "Young Master..."

"You don't need to persuade me, I still mean it."

Luo Yan lowered her eyes and said "OK".He said to the servant next to him: "Take internal medicine half an hour before meals, three times a day, and external medicine once before going to bed. If you make a mistake, ask you!" Then he turned and left.

Mu Lian saw that Luo Yan opened and closed the door and there was no one there, so he said, "Although Luo Yan is from Dafeng Villa, she still obeys the old owner after all."

Lin Tianju was silent for a while, then nodded: "What do you think of this time?"

Mu Lian said: "If the yellow-clothed girl who saved the young master is the demon knife, then she is the young master's savior. There is no reason in this world to kill the savior, let alone whether it is righteous or not, it is absolutely unacceptable."

Lin Tianju said: "Well, I'm pretty sure that it's her. Even so, it's only one aspect. My Dafeng Villa seems to be invincible in recent years, but it's geographically located in a corner, obviously I can't It is equal to other sects and sects. It's just that "a skinny camel is bigger than a horse", plus the father's plan to form an alliance.

"So, he will firmly participate in the union between Arakawa and Pavilion Master Shen. For him, this is a great thing that kills a villain he doesn't know, and he can gain the reputation of a great hero. The reputation has spread far and wide, and the relationship with the other two masters has also been strengthened."

Mu Lian said: "I suggest you not to leave the villa. Luo Yan has been ordered to take charge. She won't doubt my participation."

Lin Tianju smiled and said, "I'll go. What Luo Yan said just now makes sense."

There is a large maple forest beside Cuiwei Lake. Unfortunately, it is not autumn yet.Although the green leaves look docile and lovely, compared with the sad crimson color like blood drops, it still lacks a lot of charm.

There used to be a beautiful girl in the maple forest. Under a huge maple tree, she set up stone tables and benches. With the reflection and reality intertwined on the lake, she brought wine brewed by clear springs to passers-by.

There are all kinds of guests here, some come here just because of the reputation, and some come here often because of the beautiful scenery, but the person who comes the most times is a drunkard, or a big drunkard who carries a gourd on his back all day.

At this time, the maple leaves were emerald green, not crimson. The drunkard stood under the huge maple tree, staring at the empty stone table and bench in a daze.

Yes, here, no one has been here for a long time.

She is not here anymore.

I... I heard that she suddenly acted in the arena again, so... that's why I came to see her.See if there is anything I can do to help, and I wonder if the wine brewed by Qingquan in the mountains is still so fragrant and refreshing.

When I was outside, I slept on many fragrant and soft pillows, ate many spicy and bitter wines, and met many white and beautiful women, but...

The drunkard suddenly said loudly: "Hongye, are you still here? If you are, can you come out and meet?"

Fenglin was silent.

He yelled again.

A gust of cracking wind hits our faces!Before the sound of the cracking wind was over, a few maple leaves had already arrived!

So you still heard my voice, so you still came out, right? !At this time, his life was hanging by a thread, and the drunkard actually smirked - people who didn't know would think he was crazy.

There were five maple leaves in total, and they attacked the drunkard's face and chest respectively. He leaned back, and those maple leaves flew past his chest, and all five "ding ding ding ding" fell into the ground.

The drunkard looked back, couldn't help taking a breath, and said deliberately: "Is there any more?"

"Take it if you like it!" There was only a soft shout, and the wind blew for a moment, maple leaves fluttered in all directions, whirling and rushing towards him, as if they were venting their great hatred.