On the first day of October, cloudy.
Today is the Cold Clothes Festival, a day to pay homage to the dead. Every household burns five-color paper, just like sending winter clothes to the dead.
Walking along the road, people may be seen squatting in front of the tombs on the top of the hill, as if they believe that there are psychic things in the world, so that relatives and friends underground can hear their nostalgia, and some people will scatter the burned paper money to Unseen ghosts, so that they would not compete with their dead relatives.
"Let's go."
Maybe it was cloudy and the weather was a little colder, maybe it was because he had stood under the sun for a long time and forgot where he came from. When he saw the warm and solemn sacrifice scene in front of him, he suddenly felt that he was no longer Strange people, originally separated by yin and yang, have nothing to do with this world.
Maybe Luo Yin didn't know what he was thinking, but just bent down and tucked up the cloak for him, then put down the curtain and continued driving.
On the second day of October, Taihang Mountain.
The rain, thin and continuous, fell day after day, as if endless. After autumn, the drizzle always brings with it the sadness of parting, which makes people sad for no reason.
The mountain roads are slippery and difficult to walk after the rain, but there are still people galloping in the mountains and forests.
"Brother Zhao, are you rushing to Taiyuan too?"
"That's right, Brother Zhang also wants to see the sword forged by Master Ouyang?"
"Brother Zhao is just joking, how can I compete with others with my meager skills? But I don't know if Brother Zhao has a quality sword post?"
"It is said that there are no more than a hundred sword tasting invitations issued by the Wulin League. How can everyone have them? I just want to join in the fun in Taiyuan."
"My little brother also has the same thoughts. I heard that within a hundred miles of Taiyuan, there are checkpoints at every step. People can pass, but posts have to be left."
Just as they had expected, a few posts of sword products had already caused trouble. Ye Ziyun's health has also improved a little recently, they decided to change their route to Taiyuan, but before they arrived in Shanxi, they heard that the road ahead was not peaceful, and they were afraid that death and injury along the way would be unavoidable before the day came.
On the fifth day of October, it was sunny after the rain.
The town is only a hundred miles away from Taiyuan. It is quiet and peaceful on weekdays, but recently there are always people with swords passing by in a hurry. Once two people and horses meet on a narrow road, the atmosphere will immediately become tense.
At the tea stall in the market, there was a group of people who were particularly eye-catching. The three people at the head were wearing light yellow shirts, and the disciples who were accompanying him also wore light yellow sword tassels on their long swords. Guess it is a member of the Huangshi Sword Sect, and they are probably on their way to Taiyuan.
Dust and smoke rose in the distance, a large group of people happened to pass by the town, but they were from the Jindaomen of Hebei. Although their faction is not well-known in the martial arts world, and their martial arts are not unique, they have their own forging skills. He is quite well-known in sword making, and with this expertise, he is quite rich. In recent years, he has recruited more disciples. However, the martial arts of his disciples are mediocre, and all of them have a sensual and dandy style. It's wasteful, but on the surface it still has to be full of glamorous style.
They heard that the grand event of the Sword Tasting Conference was coming soon, and the journey was not far away, so they immediately decided to join in the fun. There were forty or fifty people on this trip, and they rushed to Taiyuan in a mighty way. They accidentally caught a glimpse of a group of people sitting by the tea stall. It was obvious that they must be fellow martial artists, and the leader was not small, so Some people in the Golden Knife Gate also became active, wondering whether they could get a piece of sword invitation from this pedestrian.
It is rumored that the Martial Arts League has sent out hundreds of invitations for swords, but people in the Jianghu do not know which sects they all sent to. For example, the four great aristocratic families of the nine sects must have a share, but few people dare to provoke them, and few of the remaining small and medium sects will take the initiative to make a statement if they are invited. Right now, most of the people in the martial arts are rushing to Taiyuan, which sects have received the invitation to taste swords, they are just guessing out of thin air, trying to test each other along the way.
The people from Jindaomen have never seen what the post looks like. Most of them are people in the market, and they don't have many deep thoughts.
The head of Huangshi Sword Sect, Chu Jiangtian, took his two sons and six or seven disciples to Taiyuan. Seeing this group of people's words and deeds are insignificant, I feel a little unhappy in my heart, and I don't want to answer them, so I don't listen to their questions.
The Golden Knife Sect has always been unpopular in the martial arts world, and only a few wanderers from the rivers and lakes have occasional contacts with them, buying some handy weapons from them. They were often treated with contempt and indifference, and they were never used to the dignified posture of the famous family, so they couldn't help being irritated by the contemptuous attitude of the head of Chu. Seeing that Chu Jiangtian was avoiding the question and did not answer, he suspected that he was guilty, maybe he really had a high-quality sword post on him, and there were few people bullying him, so he wanted to snatch it.
There were nearly half a hundred people in the Golden Knife Sect, and the surrounding area of several feet was immediately filled with water. The head of Chu never thought that this group of people would be like hooligans, completely disregarding the rules of the world, and would do it as soon as they said it. Although he saw that the martial arts of the people in the Golden Knife Sect were not very good, but the number of people was five times that of his own. It is said that two fists are hard to beat with four hands, and the long street fights all depended on blood and courage. With the treasured sword in hand, under the reckless slashing and killing, it is still unknown whether his father and son can escape the predicament safely with the martial arts, and the death and injury of his disciples is inevitable.
He weighed the number of life and death there, and he didn't care about thinking that the first to suffer would be the unarmed and innocent passers-by. Although the people in the small town saw that the atmosphere among the people from various factions who passed by in the past few days was a little tense, they never had a fight on the spot or even blood-stained long street after a disagreement.
Only those who are better-behaved realize that the coming is not kind. The fight is imminent, but it is too late to avoid it. Seeing the sharp knives raised in the hands of those people, their legs are even weaker. The people of Jindaomen have quite a lot of experience in gang fights in the market, so they act first, regardless of whether the obstacles in front of them are innocent or not, they just cut down all the way, and someone will die under the knife and axe.
There was a person who seemed to be flying in the air. At the point of the long sword, the single sword in the hand of the person in front of the Golden Knife Gate dropped and fell straight to the ground. The blade cut his belt, and then he was nailed to the ground together with his pants.
For this group of brave men, blood can stimulate their fighting spirit even more. As long as they kill the first person, no one can stop a group of red-eyed murderers. People blocked it, and in such a jaw-dropping way.
But maybe the scene in front of them was too funny, everyone stopped in unison, as if they couldn't believe what they saw with their eyes, and they were completely confused about what happened just now.
And the martial arts of the man who appeared suddenly was so astonishing, it made them feel as if their feet were nailed in place, and they couldn't move a little. They looked at the black-clothed swordsman standing in the field together.
The young man's expression was indifferent, after he swung his sword, he didn't do anything extra, just raised a token with his left hand.
Although Jindaomen is a small sect, but because of business, they can be considered to have some knowledge about Jianghu affairs, not to mention that many people are literate, how can they not recognize that the young man is holding it in his hand, it is actually famous all over the world Yishui Order.
The leader also took a deep breath. It's not surprising that he didn't recognize the Huangshi Sword Sect, which he had no relationship with, but among the people in the rivers and lakes, who hasn't heard of Yishuimeng? Wherever Yishuimeng's token went, even if it was Jiangbei, if there was no such powerful force as Feiyingbao, who would dare not give some face.
After all the people from the Golden Knife Sect retreated, the head of the Huangshi Sword Sect, Chu, walked slowly to Luo Yin, and said with a smile:
"I don't know which hall master in the Yishui League you are?"
He had also paid a visit to Deputy Leader Yang of the Yishui League, but he had no chance to meet the other leaders. He saw the astonishing martial arts and aura of this black-clothed young man.
Luo Yin didn't answer, put away the token, turned around and left.
The Huangshi Sword Sect is not unknown in Jianghu, Chu Jiangtian is also the head of the sect anyway, except for the mob who retreated just now, few people do not give him a little face, and no one treats him so coldly, it is a bit embarrassing. Martial arts and power are not as good as others, so they have to retreat in embarrassment.
After the weather cleared up and was warmer than the previous few days, Ye Ziyun also got out of the carriage, sitting in the sun and drinking tea slowly. When Luo Yin walked back, he was looking at the retreating group of people and said with a smile:
"This time, it caused a lot of trouble for Yang Shao and the others."
Now Yi Shuimeng is not the time when Ye Ziyun is in charge of the Wulin League, and he cannot justifiably command the Wulin League. Now there are people from the Wulin League presiding over the meeting first, and the confrontation between the North and South Wulin in recent years is involved in it. The high-profile behavior in Jiangbei will inevitably attract discussions in the Wulin.
Luo Yin asked in a deep voice: "We have been traveling for three days, why didn't Yi Shuimeng respond?"
It is impossible for Ye Ziyun to have Yi Shui Ling on his body, but this token is genuine.
On the third day of October, they crossed the Taihang Mountains, arrived at the only contact point of the Yishui League here, and took a token of the Yishui League.
The power of the Yishui League is in the south, so the manpower sent to the north must be capable, and it is unheard of for Yishui to be lost. However, Ye Ziyun, who knew everything about Yi Shuimeng, was able to take away a token with Luo Yin's skill that few people in the world could match.
Although the power of Yishuimeng is not in the north, some people must have gone to Taiyuan to attend the meeting now. With their tight contact methods, it is impossible to know nothing about the fact that someone is pretending to be Yishuimeng.
After the rise of the Yishui League back in the world, there were some young people who used the name of the Yishui League as evil, but the members of the Yishui League traveled thousands of miles and would hunt them down and punish them. Although there are many people who have seen Yi Shuiling in the world, no one has the courage to imitate it. This is also the reason why the members of Golden Knife Sect and Huangshi Sword Sect retreated without questioning the order after seeing the order.
Ye Ziyun smiled when he heard the words, "If someone wants to use the name of Yishuimeng to act in the name of Yishuimeng, but what he does is the right way, we should help him to succeed. If he behaves badly, even the people of Yishuimeng cannot be tolerated."
On the seventh day of October, Taiyuan City.
There are already many customers sitting in front of the noodle stall in the early morning, and the aroma of vinegar is wafting in the deep alley. Ordinary people who have lived here for a long time may not know what big day is going on in the near future, but they also found that there are many more people wielding swords and guns, and Taiyuan City seems to be crowded all of a sudden. The tenth day of October is approaching, and the inns in the city are already overcrowded.
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