"Green ant fresh wine, red mud small firewood. It's snowing in the evening, can you drink a glass of wine?" A man in black and cold-faced man sat on the carriage, raised a wine glass in his hand, and looked at the person in front of him with a smile.

There were sixteen people in total, each holding a knife, a knife as bright as snow.

"Brother, I'm so happy." The swordsman in charge smiled, "But we can drink wine, but you have to keep the things on the carriage."

"Oh?" The man in black raised his lips slightly, "It's too hard for you to follow me all the way on this heavy snowy day, but you are destined to not get what you want, so I want to invite you to drink this glass of wine and..."

"Then?" The swordsman raised his eyebrows and held the knife a little more force.

"Then go to die!" The man in black jumped up, and a silver light suddenly appeared in his hand.

The swordsman lifted the knife and shouted angrily: "Go!"

With a crisp impact, the silver light in the right hand of the man in black hit the swordsman's blade directly.

"Fingertip Blade." The swordsman took a breath of air. He seemed to hear the sound of something breaking little by little. He hurriedly retreated, but it was too late. The knife in his hand, which was as bright as snow, broke in an instant.

The man in black smiled and raised his hand. The swordsman watched the fingertip blade as thin as a cicada wing danced in the man's hand with extremely beautiful sword flowers. One or two flowers, and then turned into thousands of flowers, as beautiful as the Buddha lotus blooming in an instant. But the swordsman could no longer see it. The fingertip blade gently cut a blood mark on his neck. The man in black slid a little and took three steps away. The swordsman's entire head slid down and blood surged.

"The person who sent you may not tell you who I am." The man in black returned to the carriage and picked up the wine glass he had just put down again. "Maybe you are willing to drink this last glass of wine now?"

"Fingertip Blade, are you from the Tang Sect in Shu?" The swordsmen retreated one after another.

"Maybe." The man in black waved his sleeves, and a red-tailed arrow was instantly nailed to a swordsman's forehead. "You said I am from the Tang Sect, so I'll give you this little arrow of red face."

The world was so quiet that it seemed as if only the sound of snow falling gently. There were still thirteen swordsmen standing, but no one dared to speak anymore, and no one knew whether the next hidden weapon would fly towards them. Each of them held their breath. Under the hidden weapon of the Tang Sect, there was only one chance to survive.

The man in black smiled and gently pulled the reins: "Have!"

The carriage took him and walked away from the thirteen swordsmen happily, and no one dared to try to stop them.

Until the carriage drove three miles away, the man in black who had been drinking with a smile on his face finally put down his glass and began to cough heavily. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and smiled bitterly: "What kind of goods is the one that Master asked me to transport this time? He attracted so many experts along the way."

After saying that, the man shook the reins hard, and turned over and jumped onto the tent. There was a person standing on the tent. The man was about thirty years old, with white hair swaying in the wind, and holding a jade sword in his hand, which was quite fairy-like.

"Tang Lian?" The man turned his head and smiled at the man, gently pointed his toes, jumped out of the tent, and slowly landed on a dead tree next to him.

The light of the blade in the fingertip of the man's hand flashed, and it had already pierced, but it was only empty.

"Do you know my name?" The man's pupils suddenly shrank.

"We will see you again." The white-haired man did not answer, and Shu Jian smiled.

The carriage was walking away with snow all the way.

"The white-haired Jade Sword has excellent light skills. Why have you never heard from your master that there are such masters in the world?"

It was late at night, and the snow outside was getting heavier and heavier. Tang Lian drove the carriage into a dilapidated temple, setting a fire to prepare for a rest. But he always thought about the person he saw during the day. When the man landed on the tent, the murderous aura made the wind and snow almost go against the current. But when Tang Lian faced him head-on, he seemed to have no intention of fighting. With his lightness and body skills and murderous aura, Tang Lian was not sure of winning.

"What a strange person." Tang Lian threw the straw in her hand into the fire, and at this moment, a horse neigh suddenly came from the door. Tang Lian immediately waved her hands and put out the fire. She jumped up and sat on the crossbar.

"The snow is too heavy. How long will it take to calm down?" A man stormed loudly and rushed into the temple, sitting down. He heard the sound of a somewhat tender boy.

"Hmph, if my horse hadn't been the one in a thousand, we would have been buried by snow long ago." Another man walked in slowly, his voice was also lazy, but it seemed that he would have been a few years older.

"Hey, how long have you been talking about it all the way? Are you a horse seller?" The boy was a little impatient.

"Let's make a fire first." The other person ignored him.

"It seems that the temple is not cold." The boy's voice was a little confused, "It seems..."

"Someone just had a fire?" The other man leaned down, gently touched the grass on the ground with his hand, turned his head to look at the boy, "It's hot."

Tang Lian, who had been lying on the cross beam and closed her eyes instantly opened her eyes. He turned over gently, and his whole body fell quietly vertically. His fingertips were clamped in his hand and headed straight towards the man.

"That's great. This will be convenient!" The boy was happy, "I'm afraid the grass is wet, so I can't even lit it."

Tang Lian was stunned and thought to himself: Could it be just two ordinary passers-by? He hurriedly threw a thin line from his sleeve, wrapped it on the beam, and pulled himself back.

The two below had already set fire at this time and sat on the side and roasted their hands. Tang Lian looked at the fire and saw that one of them was wearing only a thin red dress with a handsome face, while the other was wearing a thick fox fur coat, huddled in it, leaning lazily against the pillar.

"Lei Wujie, you said you wanted to take me to Xueyue City, but you have already taken the wrong direction twice. This time you are sure the road is right?" These two people were naturally Xiao Se and Lei Wujie who set out from Xueluo Villa, but they set out for more than ten days, because the wind and snow were too heavy, but they were wandering in the same place for a long time.

Lei Wujie smiled helplessly: "Actually, it's my first time to go to Xueyue City, but I swear, this time it must be right."

Hearing the three words "Snow Moon City", Tang Lian's heart moved and looked at Lei Wujie.

His surname is Lei? Could it be that he comes from the Lei family in Pili Hall, Jiangnan? But the name Lei Wujie has never been said.

Xiao Se looked at Lei Wujie and sneered, ignored him, and closed his eyes.

"Xiao Se..." Lei Wujie suddenly frowned and sniffed hard in the air, "Did you smell a scent?"

"Taste?" Xiao Se opened his eyes and sniffed, "It's the fragrance of flowers and the fragrance of roses."

Lei Wujie stood up and looked out the door: "Will Rose bloom on snowy days?"

"No. It's the fragrance of rose dew. Rose dew comes out of the big food, Champa, Java, and return to China. Only Baihua Pavilion in the imperial capital can buy it..." Xiao Se did not stand up, but turned his head and looked out the door. There was a woman standing there at some point.

A very beautiful woman. She was wearing a purple shirt, and the wind blew her long shirt gently. The silver moonlight shone on her body, making her look as white as jade. She smiled slightly at the people inside the door, and the faint fragrance of roses seemed to become gentler with her smile.

Her voice was also extremely gentle: "I didn't expect that in this wasteland, I could meet someone who could identify elegance. I asked the Lord of Baihua Pavilion for many days before she sold me this bottle, but you smelled it all at once."

Xiao Se smiled and replied to her: "The wind is high and the moon is cold. We have a fire inside. It's very warm. Do the girl come in and sit down?"

"No need." The woman smiled gently and stretched out her hand to stroke her hair.

"You are beautiful. When the wind blows on your hair, that kind of charm will be even more beautiful." Xiao Se turned to look at Lei Wujie, "But my little brother has only one heroic dream, and he is afraid he doesn't understand the beauty's heart."

Lei Wujie had a gold sticker in his hand at this time. It was flying out of her hand when the woman reached out to stroke her hair. It was extremely fast, and even Lei Wujie was shocked. Lei Wujie picked up the gold sticker and saw that it was square and only one word was written.

die.

Lei Wujie remembered a legend. Although it was his first time to dabble in the world, he has liked to listen to various legends in the world since he was a child. For example, there is such a saying circulating in the world.
Chapter completed!