Luo Yin was sitting in the courtyard drinking, it wasn't that the young man was talking to Ye Ziyun to avoid him, but that he had always been like this, he didn't want to be in a crowd, he didn't like to get too close to others, and he didn't want to meddle in other people's private affairs .
The night in Dashan is very quiet, like the place where he grew up, there is only a hut in the mountain, his master and him. Ten years have passed in the blink of an eye, and I didn't feel too nostalgic when I left alone. I just went back every year to add soil to the old man's grave.
In such a quiet night, when the mountain wind blew past his ears, what did the young man who drank alone remembered, but no one else knew if he had recalled the past when he was young.
One year, his master took him down the mountain to a bustling town in the world of mortals, and saw all kinds of worldly states of drunkenness, life, dream and death, but it never aroused his mood swings at all. The old man couldn't help complaining that the apprentice who picked it up casually didn't expect such a boring temper, and he didn't look like a young man at all; Lost.
How do you know that year and that month, but when you look up, your heart is lost.
Luo Yin squatted in front of the crystal-clear mountain stream, scooped up a handful of cool stream water, relieved his thirst and fatigue a little, then stood up, took the water bag put aside, and was about to leave, when suddenly he heard There was the sound of sharp weapons breaking through the air.
The quiet mountain forest was immediately tainted with the aura of killing and a faint smell of blood. He stopped to look carefully, and the sound of fighting and shouting came from afar, opposite to the direction he came from.
There were three or four people dressed as guards lying on the ground in the forest, and there was only one young man in Chinese clothes standing against the two of them. It was obviously dwarfed by the comparison, and he was already powerless when he evaded, but his expression was not flustered.
The two men who besieged him were dressed in strange clothes, not like people from Middle Earth. Holding dark crutches in his hands, the shape is peculiar, and under the dim light in the deep forest, it looks a little weird.
The young man in the fancy dress finally fell to the ground, and the iron crutch fell on his head, but he didn't want to be blocked by a long sword.
The young swordsman who fended off the iron crutch at the moment, dressed in black, stood there coldly and solemnly, looked at the bewildered opponent in front of him, and asked:
"Who are you?"
Those two were originally two demons who ran amok in the Western Regions, and they were called "Yin Yang Guai". People in the rivers and lakes on the Northwest Road have also heard of them, but they have never heard that they have ever been to the Central Plains.
The crutch that the man slammed down just now used all his strength, and he never wanted to kill a nosy person halfway, and his iron crutch not only failed to break the opponent's long sword, but was swung away by him lightly, his heart Unavoidably, he became apprehensive, and faintly realized that the person who came was not something he could match by himself.
His companion already frowned and said: "Who is the boy, because you don't know the name of Grandpa, let you go, don't meddle in my own business here—"
Before he could finish the word "casual affairs", his figure moved, and he raised his crutches to attack the young man in black. It turned out that the person who missed the previous attack secretly gave him a signal, and asked him to sneak attack together. At the same time, while they were talking, he stepped forward and entangled the long sword in the hand of the black-clothed youth.
The man knew very well that the young man who came out of nowhere had superb swordsmanship, but the two of them teamed up across the Western Regions, and their cooperation was perfect, so he wanted to take down this boy who appeared out of nowhere by surprise, so as not to delay too long and let the Lord give him Ran.
However, he thought too well, his crutches couldn't trap the young man's single sword at all, and couldn't even slow down the sword's momentum. Hearing a muffled groan, his companion was hit by a sword in his wrist, and the iron crutch in his hand fell to the ground. The next one retreated backwards and disappeared into the depths of the dense forest.
When they were fighting, the young man in Chinese clothes didn't take the opportunity to leave, but stood calmly watching the battle. Seeing that the young man didn't pursue and let his opponent go away, he didn't show any displeasure, instead he laughed loudly and said:
"Thank you chivalrous man for your help, may I ask your benefactor's name?"
This person is born with a kind of bearing, he looks like a hero who leads a party, and there is a sense of intimacy in his smile, it is difficult to make people feel bad. But Luo Yin didn't have the habit of making close friends with passers-by, so after withdrawing his sword, he only asked who was chasing him.
Although he seldom made friends and his knowledge in Jianghu was not extensive, but Luo Yin also heard the name of "Yin Yang Guai" when he passed through the northwest, but he couldn't make a conclusion based on the strange weapons of the two men.
The young man in fine clothes murmured: "I don't know the origins of the two of them, I have never met them in my life, but I have suffered such a disaster, presumably it is because of the sword invitation on my body."
Pinjian post? The young man in black stood with his sword in his arms, listening to him quietly.
"Master Ouyang from Taiyuan, Shanxi wants to open a sword refining furnace and give away more than a dozen peerless swords he forged to those who are destined." There are sword practitioners everywhere in the rivers and lakes. If you hear about the birth of a magic weapon, you will flock to it.
The sword in Luo Yin's hand was passed to him by the old man. He is not a famous peerless soldier in the Jianghu, but he became famous all over the world as he became famous in the Jianghu. The sword technique has reached a certain level and is not limited to objects, so Master Ouyang's sword tasting meeting did not move him in the slightest.
After asking the reason clearly, he took his leave and left. The young man in Chinese clothes kept asking, but he didn't leave his name.
After Luo Yin left, two black shadows passed behind the young man silently, kneeling down on one knee to plead guilty, "Master, my subordinates are late." Their clothes were different from those of the guards who fell to the ground. Embroidered on the black robe was the emblem of Flying Eagle Fort, the most powerful force in the north.
The young man didn't pay attention to it at all, but looked at the direction where Luo Yin's back disappeared, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, and we will always meet again.
No matter how sharp a sword is in the world, if there is no one wielding it, it is nothing more than a pile of scrap copper and rotten iron.
"Master Ouyang has not shown up for twenty years, and I have never had the opportunity to meet him. When the master retired, he was in his forties, but his sword-making skills are no longer comparable."
If the rumors are true, not only sword practitioners will rush to see the magic weapon, but also famous families in the martial arts world will use the possession of a sword as a status symbol. In order to avoid bloody fights in secret for the sword, the Wulin League issued a sword tasting invitation, inviting heroes from all over the world to gather in Taiyuan on the tenth day of October.
The news came out so suddenly, it diverted the eyes of the world from Jiang Du and the mysterious killer alliance, and also allowed the martial arts leader Zhong Xin, who had been battered a few days ago, to take a breather, and hastily sent out sword products to the various sects.
But it has not yet reached the period of tasting swords. I am afraid that those hundred pieces of sword-pin invitations have already caused a new disturbance. After all, power is paramount in the arena. At the meeting, given the fact that the Wulin League has become increasingly weak during Zhong Lixing's tenure, it was impossible to expel or sanction him.
"The Sword Tasting Conference thinks it's true, but that man's words can't be trusted." Ye Ziyun said: "Even though you have saved his life, he didn't tell you his identity, and the two sides in the forest fought There may not be any other secrets."
Luo Yin also nodded, the tenth day of October is approaching, this place is hundreds of miles away from Taiyuan, and Taihang Mountain is separated, if it is a sword post, it is inferred from common sense that this is not the best place to start snatching.
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