After the two recalled their travels when they were young, Luo Yin consciously or unconsciously followed the footsteps in his memory when driving, which seemed a bit like revisiting the old days.
Ye Ziyun is good at energy, but he is still weak in action, and they still travel by carriage. When the two of them were walking, if they were touched by the scenery along the way, they would joke about the old things in the past. Even though they were just a few words, Luo Yin could see the vivid expression on Ye Ziyun's face, which was vaguely the same as before, It was often difficult for him to look away, until he was afraid that the person would notice his abnormality, so he would turn his head and concentrate on his journey.
This day will be at sunset, passing through small villages surrounded by mountains.
Luo Yin stopped the carriage and wanted to find someone to inquire about the journey and a place to stay.
He found a shelter from the wind at the entrance of the village and set up the carriage, and after exchanging a few words with Ye Ziyun, he went to the village alone. As the weather turned cold, the carriage had already been covered with blankets and a heater, Ye Ziyun was weak and could not easily get out of the carriage, so she stayed in the carriage and waited.
It was only after about a cup of tea, and suddenly there was a commotion at the entrance of the village, as if a group of people were arguing.
The village is in the mountains, so there are many hunters in the village. On this day, seven or eight people came back from hunting together. Xu had a good harvest, and everyone was smiling. They made an appointment to have a drink at the wine shop at the head of the village, and picked some fresh game to drink. But he never thought that while walking on the road, disasters would happen to him.
Not far from here is the Golden Knife Sect, which is a small sect on the northern martial arts road. The elders of the sect neglect to discipline the disciples. On this day, several people met for a trip, lost their way in the mountains, and arrived here after wandering around for half a day. A group of people got drunk in the village and walked out waddlingly, looking for a resting place. Just happened to bump into those hunters in the village. They caught a glimpse of a few rare furs in the hands of the villagers, and they thought about taking them back to celebrate the birthday of the elders in the sect.
The men in the mountains are upright and bloody, and when they suddenly bump into someone who wants to plunder and take away the prey for nothing, they are naturally unwilling to obey. However, although they lived in the mountains and forests all the year round, they could be called vigorous, but after all they were not as good as those who practiced martial arts. However, they were all knocked down in a short time, and the prey they brought back were thrown on the ground. There were only a few good leathers, all of which were snatched by the disciples of the Golden Knife Sect.
After the injured hunters fell to the ground, they watched the pedestrian walk away, still cursing in anger. Those disciples of the Golden Knife Sect were not kind at first, and when their temper picked up, evil grew out of their guts, they clenched the single saber in their hands, and wanted to turn their heads back to commit murder.
Suddenly, I heard a clear young boy's voice saying: "Put down the things, go back, I will spare you this time."
Ye Ziyun heard the commotion outside, tried to sit up, and lifted the car curtain slightly, just as the sound came to his ears clearly, his heart moved, and he looked through the gap opened by the curtain.
The boy standing against the light is about fifteen or sixteen years old, and his appearance is still immature, but standing there, his posture is as straight as a pine and cypress, and his gestures and gestures reveal the faint demeanor of a master.
The people of Jindaomen were also stunned when they heard this sentence. Looking at the reputation, it was probably because they were drunk and had poor eyesight. People put that boy in their eyes.
Ye Ziyun stared at the young man, with warmth and joy in his eyes. Seeing the disciples of the Golden Knife Sect approaching the boy with a knife and surrounding him, he was not at all worried.
The young man stood with his sword in his hands, showing no signs of panic, as if he hadn't seen the crisis in front of him at all. Those disciples of the Golden Knife Sect wandered around him, mocking and drinking.
"Look, he still has a sword on his back. I wonder if he found it from the blacksmith in the village?"
"Why don't you make gestures to the gentlemen, is it rusted in the scabbard?"
"If you want me to tell you, it shouldn't be a wooden sword. I took the toy of Xiaowaer, just trying to scare the people of Jindaomen—"
The young man suddenly said: "What kind of golden knife and silver knife, maybe it is a toy with broken copper and iron."
Hearing this, the people from the Golden Knife Gate stopped laughing, glared at him and said, "I want to be beaten!", and rushed up, perhaps because he was bullying him when he was young, he didn't even pull out the knife when he was so big, he stepped forward and picked it up. Just hit with the fist.
As soon as the young man dodged it, the man felt a blur in front of his eyes, and then he disappeared. He collected himself, turned around and saw that the young man had already slipped behind him, so he said angrily, "You little bastard will hide—" the voice said. Before he fell, he was punched in the face head-on, and his nose bleeds profusely, and he fell on his back.
The rest of the people were frightened and angry, wondering if they were still unconscious after drinking too much, just like the previous man, they had no way to fight, like a brave fighter in a street well, punching only with blood. The two who were in the lead pinched the young man from the left to the right, but somehow they were led away by him, the two punches missed at the same time, and they almost knocked each other down when they crossed their sides. They hurriedly stabilized their bodies, suddenly felt pain in their ribs, they were chopped by the young man's palm, and they stood upright.
The young man is young and has little experience in fighting the enemy. However, his every move can be seen from the teachings of famous experts, and his vision in martial arts is far from comparable to that of his opponents. He defeated all of them in a few rounds. overturned.
The disciples of the Golden Knife Sect were still confused, but they were knocked down by a half-grown child in the blink of an eye. They sat on the ground, puzzled, and listened to the young man say:
"If you are convinced, you can leave; if you are not convinced, and you think back to your tone, and turn your head to provoke again, I also find it troublesome. It's better to save you from the pain of running back and forth. Let's settle the matter today. .”
He is so young, but his words are so old-fashioned, no one can't help laughing, but the wounds of the people on the ground are still aching from the wounds he hit, and they can't laugh even if they want to, but if they are persuaded, They didn't even see how they were defeated, so how could they be convinced? He just stared at the boy without speaking.
The young man turned a blind eye, and said to himself: "Yes! You claim to be a member of the Golden Knife School, you must have practiced sword skills, then pick up the knife, and let's make another gesture."
The group of people were stunned for a moment when they heard the words, and then they suddenly realized, why did they forget to use the knife just now, no wonder they couldn't even beat a kid, they immediately cheered up, and one of them jumped up from the ground first, took the knife and slashed twice in his hand, drank:
"Boy, you are looking for death!"
The young man's long sword was pointed empty, and he opened his posture, but the sword did not come out of its sheath.
The opponent was pointed at by him with the scabbard. Not knowing what he meant, he froze there and forgot to make a move.
The young man calmly said: "You go first."
The man froze for a moment, then became angry from embarrassment, the young man was so contemptuous of him, he shouted loudly, exerted all his strength, and slashed his head with the knife!
The knife in his hand was made of fine steel, thinking that no matter whether the young man held a wooden sword or a broken copper sword, with this knife, the sword and its scabbard would be split into two pieces.
Unexpectedly, the young man's moves were very strange, the long sword slashed horizontally in the staggered figure, and pointed directly at the hands holding the sword along the back of the sword. The man didn't have time to change his moves, and in shock, he abandoned his sword and retreated. He took six or seven steps before standing still with lingering fear. , his hands are now useless.
On his side, he was still in shock and hadn't spoken yet, but his companion didn't know why he retreated with one move, and still waved his knife to greet the boy. But seeing the young man's figure moving back and forth in the light of the saber, he moved gracefully, during a few ups and downs, he heard a cry of ouch, all the precious sabers in everyone's hands were shot down by him.
The disciples of the Golden Knife Sect stood there dumbfounded, clutching their wrists, this time they were truly terrified. After eating this beating, the wine has already sobered up most of the time. Even though their martial arts are mediocre, they also know that even the most skilled elders in the sect can't do it with such a move. I don't know what the origin of this young man is.
I only heard the boy say: "I don't want to hurt anyone this time, but next time I meet you, you will not be so lucky." The group of people hurriedly confessed their crimes, then supported each other, and fled in embarrassment.
Those hunter uncles had already got up and stood aside to watch the excitement happily. At this time, they were overjoyed and surrounded the young man, talking affectionately, then gathered up the scattered prey, and went to the place with all their strength. He stuffed it in his hand as a reward.
The boy just refused to accept it, so the uncles had no choice but to give up. After thanking him again and again, they still went to the wine shop to drink and calm down. Uncle Zhao, who had taken care of the young man on weekdays, knew him best, walked in the last, and did not forget to rub his head and praised:
"Good boy, although the uncle knows that you are good at it, he doesn't know how powerful it is. Speaking of who your master is, you refuse to tell me every time you ask me."
The young man stood silent for a while, thinking of something, as if he was a little lost, not the expression that a person of his age should have.
The chatter and laughter of the hunters went away, and the crowd had dispersed, so he turned and left. After walking more than ten steps, he suddenly remembered something. Just now when he was fighting with the people from the Golden Knife Gate, he happened to catch a glimpse of a carriage parked under the poplar beside the road. Although it doesn't look luxurious at first glance, it is obviously not from this village, nor from the group of Jindaomen gangsters just now.
The village is located in the mountains, but it is not an inaccessible place. Occasionally, pedestrians pass by for a rest, and it is not unusual to have a strange carriage. It's just that this young man is a careful person, he remembered this matter in his heart, and immediately looked back.
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