Naturally, such a Jianghu that attaches great importance to glory and weapons has given birth to a list of 100 soldiers who comment on the world's masters.
? This is the best time for soldiers. Soldiers are in Venda.
? This is the darkest time for soldiers, and the losers are wiped out.
Fengxianglou is a famous restaurant in Wancheng, and it is also the place with the most doctors in Fiona Fang.
It was here that the famous Qifeng childe fought for the first time. The old playboy with white face and fox face drank ten altars of breeze in the restaurant. In the face of the crowd's containment, he was drunk with a green carp sword, and now he ranks seventh in the list of 100 soldiers. Ten people were defeated by ten swords, fluttering in white, and went through the snow.
Such a romantic life on earth has really fascinated countless chivalrous people, and even the restaurant owner changed the name of the restaurant to Fengxiang.
However, today's Fengxiang Building is as lively as usual, but there is a scene of disharmony.
I saw a few burly pages carrying a bearded and ragged drunk and walking out of the restaurant with a face of disgust.
? The drunken man smelled strange. The food went bad for a month in summer, and a few pages threw him into the street. All the onlookers quickly covered their noses and stepped back.
"wine ... I want wine ... Xiao er, bring the wine quickly!" Nie was kicked out of Fengxiang Building, especially without knowing it. He lived a drunken dream and died for more than a month. He is still eager to relieve his troubles in Du Kang.
Spat directly headed by page, "bah, you are a dead drunkard, you think you are a martial arts hero. If someone breaks your knife, you are nothing, right? "
"Yes, SangGuQuan!" The onlookers booed, pointed and dismissed.
In the gap between onlookers, there is also a small immature line of sight watching curiously.
Nie Renqian's eyes were burning, and with sarcasm, he turned over with difficulty, climbed to the foot of the page, grabbed his trouser leg with his right hand, and gestured with his left index finger: "Give me a glass of wine, and I'll have another one, just one!"
"Hey, you don't know what is good or bad. Our shopkeeper saw your time-honored brand and let you eat and drink for a month. You dare to push your luck, brothers! "
The talking page kicked Nie Ren Qian, and other pages also caught up and punched Nie Renqian.
I saw Nie Renqian begging in the shadow of his legs, completely losing his chivalrous demeanor and becoming a pauper.
The onlookers laughed, and a group of people suddenly saw the immortal figures above them fall in the mud lower than them in the mud. How could they be unhappy?
Looking at Nie Renqian's worries in the distance, she didn't know what the adults were laughing at, only felt that they were laughing sadly.
"Get out of the way, get out of the way, give leaf stop! Finally came to the city to play. Get out of my way! "
A man in gray with a black scabbard and a juryman pushed through the crowd, stopped and drove away a few pages, followed by several lean men.
Nie Renqian, who bent down to hold on the ground, finally caught his breath and let out a moan of pain. His face was black and blue, and he didn't have any good meat. He looked very flustered.
"Hey, isn't this Master Nie's soul-breaking knife? How did it become like this!" When the man in gray first saw Nie Renqian, he looked very surprised.
However, when he learned from the boy that Nie Renqian was defeated by the sun a few months ago and his knife was broken, his whole face suddenly showed a carefree smile of revenge.
When I heard the words "Tao" and "April", my immature eyes suddenly trembled in the distance, and then I felt the love in my eyes.
But this look has no effect on the man in gray. He shook his head and sneered at Nie Renqian: "Nie Daxia, you also have today! I don't remember that Jiang Heng was defeated by me, but I still remember the humiliation of your disdain five years ago! "
Jiang Heng went on to say, "But don't worry, this time is different. My martial arts is better than before. Not only do I not care about you, poor man, but I also want to thank you for your great kindness, which makes me feel ashamed and backward. Don't you want wine, Xiao Er? Bring me your best breeze and get drunk! "
The bartender sprinted all the way and brought an altar of breeze and drunkenness. The big fellow took the jar and waved it in front of Nie Renqian. Nie Renqian held out his hand and shrank back immediately.
"Do you want to drink?" Jiang asked Nie with a wry smile. After seeing Nie Renqian nodding, the smile on his face became more and more brilliant, just like Huang Ju in full bloom.
Bang, I saw Jiang's horizontal hand loosen, and the jar fell to the ground, which startled everyone. Yellow-green wine splashed a few feet at Jiang Heng's feet on the Fiona Fang green slate.
However, regardless of the contemptuous eyes around him, people immediately climbed forward, grabbed two jars, drank the wine inside, and smashed the smack. As if afraid of wine flowing down the gap of the stone road, I bent down directly to let the wine on the ground be sucked away.
Seeing this ridiculous scene, the onlookers gave a thunderous laugh. Jiang Heng also laughed face upwards, never going to see Nie Renqian lying on the ground again, and strode into Fengxiang Building.
The autumn wind is chilly, and the tide rises and falls all over the world. The farce in front of Fengxiang Building hasn't splashed a little Jiang Hushui, and ten days have passed in an instant.
Although Nanyang city is small, it has been the only way for customs, Luo Tongjing and Xiang since ancient times. There are many Wulin people and business people traveling from south to north. The ancient genius was foggy, brightly lit, and the streets were full of people, which was noisy and lively.
"Just baked steamed stuffed bun! Hot buns! " The vendor selling breakfast worked hard to set up the stall and began to sell. "Sir, you want two meat buns, right?" As he spoke, he wrapped two meat buns with dried lotus leaves and handed them to the opposite guests.
A steaming fragrance of white flour in the air drifted around in the autumn wind, waking the beggar lying in the corner not far away.
I saw him unkempt, his clothes were tattered and even his shoes were gone. It was Nie who was driven out of Fengxiang Building.
Suddenly smelling the smell of food, his stomach suddenly gave a "goo lung goo lung" sound and let out a groan of disappointment. Then he saw the big white steamed stuffed bun with steaming eyes.
Nie Qian swallowed saliva, just want to move the body, but was depressed by internal injuries, and alcohol paralysis. Besides, he hasn't eaten for several days, and he has no strength at all. He can only watch the sweet and delicious food in the distance and watch others eat it.
Nie leaned his head against the corner in vain, staring blankly at the sky, watching a few clouds proudly put on summer clothes in the fading sky.
Nie Renqian suddenly saw flowers at the moment, and then two white hands appeared in front of him holding a delicious bun. His eyes were straight, he grabbed the bun, lifted the loose hair from his forehead, and began to gobble it up without looking at anyone.
Seeing Nie eating soundly, the little girl in a red coat with two croissants beside her retracted her hand and sat next to Nie. Her little travel-stained face bloomed with a peony-like pure smile, and her lips and teeth depended on each other, and her eyes were like jade.
The little girl hugged her knees and said happily to Nie, "Do you know that Sister Fairy gave us food again yesterday and said that she would take us to a good place where we never have to worry about being hungry, where there are endless buns?"
"But you say this is true? Brother said that there is no such thing as a free steamed stuffed bun. But my brother said that what the fairy sister said must be right. Which one is right? "
The little girl pouted, and two croissants tied with red ropes dangled, looking very clear and lovely.
Nie Renqian's mouth was full of steamed bread, so he had to give the little girl a giggle.
At this time, the tall boy behind her said angrily, "Little sister, I told you not to give this baiwenhang food." You see, he can't even say thank you, huh! "
The little girl looked at her brother with sparkling eyes. "But my brother said that my father was a great soldier and had a powerful knife."
The boy was speechless for a moment. "Little sister, this ... this ..." Suddenly he saw Nie Renqian eating steamed bread and sucking his fingers, and suddenly he couldn't fight. "Hum! Little sister, look at this picture of him reincarnated as a hungry ghost. Where does he look like a hero? Let's leave now. Sister Xian is going to preach in the land temple outside the city today. It was too late, but there was no room! "
When the boy finished, he couldn't help dragging the little girl out of the city. The little girl turned around and waved goodbye to Nie Renqian. "You should eat well and don't exchange wine dregs for money!" .
The little girl's clear voice is like a clear spring in summer, but she can't flow into Nie Renqian's broken heart.
These days, it is this little girl who keeps helping Nie Renqian so that he won't starve to death in the street. As for the reason, it turned out that the little girl's brother said that her father was a great soldier and had a strong knife.
In the eyes of children who are pure as water, I am afraid that there is no intrigue among adults at all, and they are even willing to believe a lie that seems to be full of loopholes.
The little girl is not the sister of the tall boy. They belong to an orphan group. In order to survive in the city, they depend on each other and take care of each other. I'm afraid their feelings are deeper than brothers and sisters.
During the day, Nie was lying on the street corner, and occasionally a kind pedestrian threw him a few pennies, which Nie took to a nearby winery to drink wine residue, which made the moment so quiet.
Day after day, night after night, Nie Renqian's beggar life was spent with a little girl in a red coat. Girls often bring some food to Nie Renqian, and then when Nie Renqian concentrates on filling his stomach, he tells the truth and, of course, all kinds of stories heard by fairy sisters.
Nie Renqian never just listened quietly and never made any comments. Moreover, this girl is also very clever and never tired of doing an unnecessary thing around Nie Renqian.
But even so, two figures, one big and one small, gradually found a tacit understanding in each other, like father and daughter, rippling in their hearts.
Until one evening, the little girl brought Nie Renqian food as usual. But different from the past, today's food is particularly rich, and there is even a packet of sauce meat wrapped in oil paper.
Nie Renqian looked up in surprise, only to find that the little girl wore a brand-new red coat today, and all the dirty things on her body were washed away, revealing a very watery little face, just like a Bai Lianhua blooming in a mud pond one day.
Although the girl is very young, she has already smiled. If we wait a few more years, I'm afraid the chief of Xingchun Building in Nanyang will have to carry shoes in front of the little girl.
"Sister Fairy said she would take us away tonight. I'm afraid I can't come to see you again. " Say that finish, the little girl's red eyes looked straight at Nie, but when she saw Nie's face without waves, she immediately bowed her head.
White hands kept twisting skirts, hesitated for a long time, and finally got up the courage to look Nie Renqian in the eyes and said in a trembling voice, "I ... can I call dad?"
Nie Renqian was about to put a piece of sauce meat into his mouth. Hearing this, his hand suddenly stopped, and time seemed to stop at this moment, as if witnessing the touching scene of father and daughter together.
But this stop did not last long. An autumn wind blew across the street, rolling up a cloud of dust. Nie Renqian resumed his movements without saying anything, and also accelerated the speed of eating meat.
When the little girl saw Nie Renqian's delay in answering her letter, the glittering tears in her eyes finally stopped, and she flew down three thousand miles. The girl covered her mouth and tried not to cry. Finally, she took a look at Nie Renqian and turned and ran away.
? Small figures are getting smaller and smaller in the deserted streets, and the dark clouds overhead keep the whole city low, as if laughing at those ignorant creatures and making the world lonely.
After the girl left, Nie Renqian used the money she had accumulated for a long time to go to the winery and ask for a pot of bad wine.
As soon as the bitter wine entered, the astringent taste instantly occupied the whole taste bud, passed through the throat and entered the stomach, as if turning the five zang-organs temple into a hot sea. The bitter wine rushed back and went straight to the nose and throat, making Nie spit out a long breath.
Turbid wine is naturally not as sweet and mellow as the breeze, but it is as bitter as Nie's mood.
The dark clouds that seemed to destroy the city all over the sky seemed to hear Nie's voice, and suddenly the wind filled the strip, blowing Nie's messy hair and beard, revealing a vicissitudes face that seemed to have been chopped by the blade of time for thousands of times.
He has just turned thirty!
? One drop, two drops, ten drops, a hundred drops, millions of drops, until they are strung into a white curtain, the torrential rain instantly turns the whole world into a Wang Yang.
I don't know whether it was rain or tears that wet Nie Renqian's whole face, followed by his miserable rags and body, just like a dog lost in the cold rain.
Nie Renqian drank in the rain, blurring his memory, forgetting the decisive battle that made him lose, the constant life of practicing knives in hot and cold weather, the epiphany that lingered between life and death again and again, and everything about himself in the past!
Memory is a wonderful thing. If there is no memory, then mankind will forget the inheritance of ancestors and let civilization return to the wild era. But if you can't forget your memory, then people will inevitably fall into the abyss of pain and regret.
Fortunately, there is wine in this world, and cold water can make people get a moment's peace in their dreams.
But today, no matter how Nie drinks, there is a figure, bright red, which can't be waved away. Just like a cork is opened, the memory sealed in the bottle keeps flowing out and can't stop!
When I first met her, she seemed to be about the same age as a little girl, wearing a red dress and two croissants. She hid behind a woodpile and watched him chop firewood for a long time, but she thought she had not been found.
-she came again, happily told him that she was attracted by the head coach of the nursery school, and said that she would teach knife skills. The smile of that red skirt made him almost afraid to look straight.
It was snowing heavily. He was naked, breathing the hot air, and kept drawing his sword in the cold wind. And she's wearing a red robe and cloak, and she's telling the truth! She really likes red!
It's raining hard. When he ran to the door panting, all he saw was red shoes, red headscarf and constantly stirring shoulders. She cried? She is crying! The servant around him tried to hold him down, and the master's cold eyes stopped him! After all, he is just a servant, and he is qualified to like miss!
-practice knife, practice knife, practice knife, day after day, year after year, and finally only the knife is left in my eyes! He will change the fate of slaves with a knife and become a master!
-the name left by his parents before their death, Nie Ren Qian! Is to make him endure thousands of things that ordinary people can't stand! In order to get the secret of using saber, he put up with it when he was cattle and horses! Kneeling in front of the door for three days and asking the master for advice, he endured! In order to make great progress in martial arts, he was willing to try medicine, and he endured a narrow escape! He endured being beaten to death in a contest with others! Thousands of days and nights, he endured countless hardships!
-until I met the man in armor, a glittering armguard and a soul-breaking knife! It also shattered everything about him, all his past efforts, and all his hopes for the future! He can't stand it any longer, and his whole heart is broken!
He can lose, but his knife can't be broken! Knife is all the glory of swordsman. The knife is in the hand, and the knife is dead! Maybe it's time to end everything for yourself!
The rain is still falling, taking away the temperature of the world.
Nie Renqian held the hip flask high, but there was no drop of wine. His right hand drooped feebly, and the hip flask rolled onto the slate street. If wine doesn't make people drunk, Nie looked at the raindrops in the night sky and suddenly thought: Will my daughter be as big as a little girl and like red clothes so much?
Nie Qian laughed at himself, how can things in the world come true!
Suddenly footsteps came from outside this remote street, and the two of them were anxious!
"Boss, Mr. Wang's youngest son is lost. Is it necessary for us to have a big cable in the city? This damn weather! " A poor voice sounded in the rainy night.
"Hum! Do you know who this member Wang is? " A rough voice asked.
"Boss, where is Mr. Wang?"
"Mr. Wang, before he washed his hands, he was the third master of the 36 serial docks, and he was a minor celebrity. Even if he retires, he still has great power! "
"ah! Then how can such a character make his youngest son disappear for no reason? " The valet was shocked when he heard the secret news, and his voice couldn't help getting louder.
"Shh, do you want the whole city to hear it?" It's just that no matter how small his voice is, with Nie's martial arts, he can still easily hear it. "It seems to be a famous arrest Zhuifeng. The person handling the case said that it seems that people in the magic religion found that the king is a pure yang body, and also found a pure yin body among a group of orphans. He wanted to gather a pair of Yin and Yang teachers and dedicate them to their master's practice, so he directly took away the prince who was playing in the street. "
"Yes, according to the Wangs, the demon monk who robbed people still has a little girl in red in his arms, which is probably pure yin!"
"Ah, boss, it's getting colder and colder this day. Come back quickly! "
"It's cold, search for so long, also be show extremely forbearance. Then go back! "
The footsteps of two people outside the alley are getting smaller and smaller.
In the alley they missed, Nie Renqian opened her eyes with a dangerous breath like a beast, holding a broken knife in her arms, and the cold light was overflowing.
A swordsman must repay a debt of gratitude. Before he dies, he should at least repay the kindness of this meal.
In fact, the experts on the martial arts rankings have already opened at least half of the meridians in the body. They no longer simply pursue the growth of internal forces, but pursue knives and even Tao.
Therefore, although Nie Renqian suffered serious internal injuries, there are still enough meridians in his body to support him to forcibly run through the big Sunday and fill the small pool in his abdomen.
Nie Renqian walked out of dozens of steps, and the rain falling from the sky deflected one inch above his head, as if an invisible umbrella was spread over his head, and the muddy footprints he stepped on the ground became lighter and lighter.
Although Nie Renqian doesn't know where the demon priest who took the little girl is, he has a feeling that he can find the little girl.
It's dark and windy at night, killing people at night, and it's cold and rainy in Nanyang.
On the post road dozens of miles away from Nanyang City, more than a dozen black knights galloped in the thunderstorm, smashing the heavy rain curtain and splashing countless splashes and mud on the horseshoe.
In the distance, there are lightning like dragons and snakes across the sky, accompanied by rumbling thunder, which makes this rainy night more and more chilling.
A flash of lightning lit up the big face of the knight in front, and it was Jiang Heng in front of Fengxiang Building a month ago.
A knight behind him suddenly accelerated and kept pace with him.
"Don't have a rest, my brothers beat off the group of officials and the wangs' guests, and drove dozens of miles overnight, which was really unbearable! "
Jiang Heng shook his whip in vain, scaring the steeds under his legs to speed up. Then he turned his head and said loudly, "tell the brothers that they may still be hanging behind us!" Out of the Nanyang boundary, there are other brothers in the hall to meet. In the future, I will give my brothers a silver reward! "
Hearing this, the man whistled, "With Master's words, brothers will dare to lay down their lives!" "
Jiang Heng and his men in the hall ran for several miles. Suddenly, a thunder hit a nearby hill, and miles around it shone like day.
A black figure suddenly appeared in the middle of the post road, sending out a dangerous breath of freezing people's hearts. The cold light on the broken knife flashed through the eyes of all the knights, making them jerk the reins, raise their horseshoes, and then step back heavily, stepping out dozens of pits on the muddy road.
"who?" Jiang Heng Ho Wen shouted loudly with great momentum to suppress my anxiety.
The bearer didn't answer, but through the light that flashed from time to time in the sky, he finally saw that person, that is Nie Renqian. Jiang Heng immediately settled down and taunted, "Which immortal am I? It turned out to be Master Nie, the Soul-Breaking Knife. Excuse me, where is your soul-breaking knife? Why didn't I see it? "
Words haven't say that finish, Jiang Heng suddenly flatters, body quickly jumped to Ren's side, waist scabbard, pledge to Ren. If it is an ordinary person, it would have been killed in Jiang Heng's sneak attack.
But Nie only did one thing, and that was faster than Jiang's horizontal knife. Jiang Hengren was still in mid-air, just as the knife was raised above his head, Nie Renqian had appeared in front of him, and from right to left, a knife was chopped obliquely.
Ginger looks terrible, but his chest was left with a long wound by the imperius knife. His flesh and blood rolled and he gasped in the rain. If Nie Renqian had only a broken knife in his hand, I'm afraid he would have become two pieces.
Jiang Heng's face showed three points of fear and seven points of indignation. He can't believe that he is still not the enemy of Nie who broke his knife, because he has been devoted to magic teaching for many years and has made great progress in martial arts.
"Dad!" Suddenly, a gentle voice broke the sadness of rainy night. It turned out to be a little girl held in her arms by demons. In that thrilling fight, she saw Nie Renqian and couldn't help crying, which also made Nie Renqian's body freeze on Jiang Heng.
Jiang's eyes flashed, and he saw Nie's eyes. He suddenly retreated and swept away to the little girl in his hands. He grabbed the little girl and put the knife across the girl's neck. The sharp blade drew a blood mark on the girl's skin.
But the girl stubbornly closed her mouth and said nothing, just sticking Nie Renqian with happy eyes, as if there was only one person left in her eyes all over the world.
Jiang Heng bad to ruthlessly say, "Nie Renqian didn't expect you to have such a delicate daughter. If you want your daughter dead, cut off your right arm. "
But the ensuing scene made everyone present stare big eyes and took off a bloody arm. It turned out that Nie Renqian did not hesitate, changed the knife to his left hand and interrupted a swordsman's right arm.
For a time, only the dull sound of heavy rain hitting the ground, even the thunder seemed to become inaudible. Blood mixed in the rain, along the ravine on the road, drew a cursive script.
Jiang Heng said with a smile, "It's excusable to commit iniquity in heaven, but you can't live if you commit iniquity yourself. Nie Renqian, I don't believe you are a waste with a broken knife and hand. What else can I do, brothers, come with me! "
While speaking, the heartbroken girl has been abandoned, but the girl still tries not to cry, just to keep Nie Renqian from being distracted, so clever, it makes people feel distressed.
When everyone in the rear saw that Nie Renqian was seriously injured, they all took courage and said with one voice, "No!"
The sound shook like thunder and then rushed to Nie Renqian.
Another thunder ripped through the sky, like a long sword, and the sound of crazy thunder rolled in, as if beating gongs and drums to help the terrible war below.
Sword and shadow, blood spattered, broken arms and limbs dancing, after a burst of incense, only one person stood.
His trembling hands still seem to recall the bloody battle. Step by step, he stepped on the mud and walked to Jiang Heng. He was still breathing, but it was more like stepping on Jiang Heng's heart.
Nie Renqian looked at the poor man covered in blood on the ground and said for the first time in several months, "You are an opportunistic person. You can never imagine the confidence of a person who is down-to-earth and step by step to the top."
Although the right hand is broken, the left-handed knife is better than the right-handed knife.
After that, I met Jiang Heng with a knife, and then staggered to the little girl, showing an extremely ugly smile, as if I hadn't laughed for decades.
One big and one small haven't spoken for a long time, but they already know each other's thoughts in their hearts.
"Go home!"
Big hands holding small hands, stormy.
Many years later, in a small street in Qingzhou, a father and daughter quietly opened a martial arts school to teach swordsmanship.
At first, nobody cared. Until Qingzhou City, Zhao Gongzi, who was born in a famous family, joined his door and began to attract people's attention. Finally, even the sixth Dao in the martial arts list came for advice. The small martial arts school is world-famous.
Ten years later, a woman who no longer wears red came out of the martial arts school, wearing purple clothes and holding a broken knife, which cut off most of the rivers and lakes and made countless men ashamed to practice knives again.