in Anyang County.
Now that it is late autumn, the tea shed next to the official road is doing particularly well.
The weather is already cold, and pedestrians who are on their way in the past often can't stand the biting cold wind, so they go to the tea shed and drink a cup of hot tea to dispel the chill that penetrates deep into the bone marrow. The son of the owner of the tea shed, is famous for his articulation in Shili Baxiang. Some time ago, he studied art with the most famous storyteller in the county. At this moment, in the tea house, I will take out the skills that I have just learned and practice them one by one.
"Speaking of which, this family's hidden sword village was the first of the four villages back then. If it wasn't for that tragic incident, the Lin family in Kyoto would not be so beautiful."
This black and thin young man learned the kung fu well, but when everyone was waiting to hear about the tragedy, he changed his mind.
"When it comes to the Duan family, I have to mention the Duan family's son Feiqing. At the age of sixteen, he was already ranked first among the four young masters in the martial arts list. The villain's father was fortunate enough to see the Duan family son from a distance, although he was The distance is still far, and I can't see the true face of Feiqing, but the demeanor around him is like the snow on the top of the bright moon that day, which is not something that laymen like us can imagine..."
"Come on, how can there be such a person in this world, with such a style, except for the immortals in the sky..." The guest who was looking for faults swallowed his words before he finished speaking. Because, he saw two people walking into the tea shed.
Not only the guest who was looking for faults, but the entire teahouse became quiet all of a sudden, the black and thin boy also stopped his storytelling voice and stared stupidly at the two who walked in.
There were no empty tables in the tea shed. The handsome white-clothed boy looked around, and then whispered something to the cloaked woman beside him who couldn't see her face clearly. The gentle expression on her face made the Huaichun girl in the tea shed wish to take that woman instead.
Afterwards, the young master in white walked over to the guest who had just found fault with him: "This friend, can you make it easier?"
The white-clothed son is well-mannered and graceful. Even if the guests at the table are snarky and mean on weekdays, they can't think of a half-separation at this moment: "Please do."
After the young man in white smiled and expressed his gratitude, he looked back and called to the cloaked man at the door, "Ah Heng, come here."
After the woman in the cloak sat down, she raised her hand and lifted the hood on her head. Everyone in the tea shed was startled again. No matter what they had guessed before, they never thought that there was such a face under the cloak. This woman and the white-clothed son are really incommensurate. It's not that this woman's appearance is worthless, on the contrary, no one present has ever seen someone more beautiful than this woman.
Only, this is a Miao girl. She has beautiful eyebrows, but her eyebrows are too sharp. Her skin is very white, but she looks very imposing because of the thick shadows outlined by the corners of her eyes and the red lips. What is even more daunting is that the silver ornament on the black hair of this Miao girl is actually a lifelike scorpion, and the raised tail hook seems to be tied at any time.
However, the white-clothed son was very considerate to this seemingly bewitching Miao girl. When the Miao girl sat down, aside from drinking tea with her mouth open, the white-clothed son would take care of the rest.
Until the two finished drinking the hot tea, went out and mounted their horses, and disappeared at the end of the official road. The atmosphere in the tea shed became active again.
"Then Young Master Feiqing, if he is at this age, his demeanor should be no less than that of this young master in white." The black and thin young man has always admired Young Master Feiqing of the Duan family.
"Hey, boy, do you think that person is Duan Jia Feiqing son?"
"Impossible, how could a young master of a martial arts family who is as orthodox as him marry a Miao girl as his wife..."
The two people at the center of this topic are naturally Duan Feiqing and Lu Heng. All the way to the hinterland of the Central Plains, Lu Heng, who was born in the hot and humid Miao frontier, couldn't stand the cold, and his internal strength was extremely poor, so he couldn't use it to keep out the cold. So, as early as a few days ago, the two began to ride together. Duan Feiqing held Lu Heng in his arms the whole time, and used his internal strength to provide him with a steady stream of enthusiasm. Only then did Lu Heng barely hold on.
It's just that Duan Feiqing felt distressed when he saw his face paled by the cold wind. Whenever he encountered a tea shed, Duan Feiqing always stopped to order a pot of hot tea for Lu Heng, until he recovered a little blood before he could go on the road with confidence. This is the reason for what happened just now.
After passing the tea shed, it didn't take long to go out and entered the territory of Duan Jiayin Jianzhuang. Although Yinjian Village has been burnt to the ground, Duan Feiqing is still alive in the world, and is the eldest disciple of the world-famous Taichu Sect. After the accident at the head of the Taichu Sect, people in the martial arts have acquiesced that this Feiqing is the next head. Therefore, no one dares to covet this industry.
Duan Feiqing took Lu Heng directly to the back mountain where the Duan family was buried. On the scenic back hill, stands a row of tombs, which are neatly trimmed and fresh tributes are placed in front of each tombstone.
"Is this someone came to worship?" Lu Heng asked.
"A few years ago, when I came back, although I was cowardly and did not dare to approach, but I couldn't make the resting place of my family cluttered, I gave money to a tenant in the town, and asked them to clear the weeds and burn some paper money regularly. Things. It's a show of filial piety..."
Duan Feiqing's mood is still calm at the moment. Because Lu Heng held his hand tightly from the moment he entered this realm.
In the very center is the place where Duan Feiqing's grandfather was buried, next to the joint tomb of his parents. Duan Feiqing let go of Lu Heng's hand, walked over and knelt in front of the tomb.
"Grandfather, father, mother, this is mine... Ah Heng." Duan Feiqing didn't know what to do with himself, and when he spoke, he swallowed the two words of the righteous brother, leaving only one syllable that was too vague to be heard. .
After three kowtows and nine bows, Duan Feiqing fell to the ground, his forehead touching the back of his hand, and he did not get up for a long time.
Lu Heng was a little worried, and was about to step forward when he saw Duan Feiqing straighten up and looked back. There was sadness and nostalgia in his eyes, but it looked normal in general, and Lu Heng's heart was hanging in the air before he let it go.
"Ah Heng, come to see your grandfather and parents." Duan Feiqing explained, "Just now, I have introduced you to my grandfather and parents, and I have learned about our encounters and listened to them in detail."
After worshiping the Duan family, it was getting late. Duan Feiqing suggested to stay at the villa in the back mountain first, anyway, even if you go to the ruins of the villa in front of you, you can't find anything out of poor sight.
This mountain was originally the place for the Duan family to clean up, so they built a small courtyard in the depths to rest. The main courtyard of Qianshan Villa was set on fire, and this courtyard should still be well preserved.
Walking along the sheep intestine trail all the way to the depths of the back mountain, the two of them really saw the other courtyard.
"Ah Heng, step back. No one has been here for a long time. It's dusty inside. Don't stain your robes." Seeing Lu Heng take two steps back, Duan Feiqing pushed him away. courtyard gate.
A little cold light came from the sky. Duan Feiqing rolled up his robes, and fiercely counterattacked with his palms, but he retreated sharply and protected him in front of Lu Heng.
"oops!"
Lu Heng originally thought it was those black-clothed men who were haunted by ghosts, and all the worms on their bodies were ready to go, but he heard a woman's cry of pain coming from the door.
The one who fell inside the gate of the other courtyard was actually a girl dressed as a maid. The girl was mercilessly swept to the ground by Duan Feiqing's palm, clutching her chest for a while, unable to get up.
The girl's origin is unknown, Lu Heng and the two did not step forward, but secretly guarded.
At this moment, I heard a coquettish shout from the hospital again: "Where did the little thief come from, trespassing here and hurting my maid, such a big dog!"
With this sweet shout, Bai Ling came out of the air. The soft white brocade became unbreakable under the infusion of internal force. When an ordinary weapon encounters this Bai Ling, it is afraid that it will be so tightly wrapped that it cannot break through.
It's a pity that the owner of Bai Ling met Duan Feiqing. The shadow sword was held in his jade-like left hand, a cold light flashed, the sound of cracking silk sounded, and the long white silk was torn in half from the middle. Showing the true face of the attacker behind her, she was dressed in white with a white gauze covering her face, so she couldn't see her face clearly. The white-robed girl's weapon was abolished, but she didn't stop at all, and a short sword appeared in her hand, piercing Duan Feiqing's eyebrows.
On Duan Feiqing's right hand, he put on the silk gloves that day. When he grabbed it lightly in the air, the pair of Emei thorns were held in his hands, and with a shock of strength, the girl in white was taken away from the weapon and flew out backwards.
As soon as the short sword started, Duan Feiqing felt different. He looked down and found that the short sword looked exactly like the Shadow Sword.
The twin swords of streamer and shadow were tailor-made for Duan Feiqing by his family when he was young. This streamer sword was commissioned by his grandfather to build it, while the shadow sword was given by his mother. At that time, Duan Feiqing's mother said that this shadow sword was a weapon she had been using all the time, and now it was no longer in use, so she gave it to Duan Feiqing.
The material of the Shadow Sword is very special. Duan Feiqing has never seen a second weapon with the same material as the Shadow Sword. Now the short sword in his hand, although the casting method is completely inferior to the shadow sword, the material is exactly the same.
The girl in white also saw the shadow sword in Duan Feiqing's hand, and asked with joy, "Are you Duan Feiqing?"
Duan Feiqing glanced at the dagger in his hand and nodded.
"cousin!"
[Congratulations, No. 666, the key person No. 2 appeared.] The tone of the little assistant, how to listen and how to gloat at misfortune.
[Number two?]Lu Heng didn't react for a while.
[It's the second of the seven beautiful family members, Duan Feiqing's cousin and fiancee!]
[…]
Senior Stallion Brother, seven beautiful family members, when Lu Heng saw the information, he felt bad in his heart. Just after confirming that Duan Feiqing was Shi Kong, he completely forgot about it.
Now, the beautiful family members are still on the stage. Lu Heng's face turned black.