Trees have no roots, willows have no leaves.

No one called this name, it was too desolate.

Xu Buling knew that this was a pseudonym, but this name was very suitable for this weird young swordsman.

Liu Wuye looks like a poplar tree growing in the yellow sand thousands of miles away. She has no relatives or friends and is left alone, and she has a stubbornness that has not fallen for thousands of years. She is clearly full of desolation, but she smiles on her face.

Cui Xiaowan opened the car window a little, glanced at the two people standing by the bonfire, and said:

"Hey, have you encountered any trouble?"

Liu Wuye's eyes were always on Xu Buling, and he did not turn his head when he heard the sound, because he had long seen that the woman in the car could not know martial arts and was not worthy of attention.

Xu Buling turned his head and glanced at him with a smile:

"This is my wife, which makes Brother Liu laugh."

Liu Wuye did not answer the conversation, but just looked at Xu Buling's hand and the straight knife inserted on the side:

"You use a knife, too?"

Xu Buling looked at his drunken bamboo knife and nodded:

"Can you get a little bit."

“How much will it be?”

Liu Wuye lifted up the straw raincoat slightly, put his right hand on the black hilt of the knife, ready to go.

It seems that he is still a martial arts fanatic.

Xu Buling liked Liu Wu**, and did not want to destroy the heart of a martial arts cynical Xiang Wu. He spread his hands:

"Killing a few horse bandits is enough, but it may not be enough to deal with Brother Liu."

Seeing that Xu Buling did not fight, Liu Wuye lost interest. Without saying a word, he turned around and walked towards Qiufeng Town.

The most interesting part of the world is not fighting and killing, but all kinds of people and things.

Xu Buling finally met a stunning gangster. He didn't want to forget each other in the world, so he spoke and said:

"Brother Liu drinks?"

Liu Wuye paused and turned around:

"What wine?"

"The broken jade burnt, you can't buy it in Mobei."

No one in the martial arts world can resist the heart-burning and stinging throat. Those who have never eaten want to have a sip, but those who have never eaten can't quit.

Liu Wuye hesitated for a while, turned around, and walked to the bonfire again:

"Save you once, a bowl of wine, and two to each other."

Xu Buling curled his lips and smiled, turned around and took off the tea-green wine gourd that he usually couldn't bear to drink from the car, and brought two more wine bowls.

Liu Wuye sat on the ground beside the bonfire burning with hot water, placed his knife on his knees and took off his hat.

The face under the hat is very pretty, looking less than 20 years old, and is still a bit feminine, with long hair and draped shoulders like all men in Northern Qi. If it weren't for sure that they had an Adam's apple, it would be normal for women who were mistaken for being more masculine.

Xu Buling put the wine bowl on the snow, and the clear wine was poured out of the gourd, and it fell into the wine bowl, and started to talk about it:

"Where is Brother Liu? He is really good at martial arts when he is not very old."

Liu Wuye was silent for a moment, but was so calm: "At the foot of Tianshan Mountain, you may not have heard of it."

Xu Buling was a little surprised.

Tianshan Mountain is quite far from here, but it is close to Xu Buling's house. It is just outside the sandbank, King Su is on the south of Tianshan Mountain and Northern Qi is on the north of Tianshan Mountain.

As Prince Su, he has been fighting against the Right Prince for many years, so Xu Buling naturally knows the situation on the other side.

The area near Tianshan Mountains is already a very remote area, with a sparse population, and there are only a handful of big families. "Liu" is not a big surname. Xu Buling only remembers that there was an imperial merchant family with the surname Liu who took root there and was doing business from the Western Regions to the Northern Qi Dynasty. It was also considered a relatively prominent family in the Northern Qi Dynasty.

From Liu Wuye's perspective, he was obviously a native of the Central Plains, and his ancestors must have moved north from the Central Plains. Moreover, "poor literature and wealthy martial arts" are young and outstanding martial arts. They have not become a rough man with dark skin and cannot be piled up without any wealth.

Thinking of this, Xu Buling smiled: "I traveled all over the world and had really been to the neighborhood of Heicheng. I heard that there was a big merchant with the surname Liu. The head of the family was Liu Shanpu, the emperor of Daqi. Could it be that Brother Liu, who has a connection with the Liu family?"

Liu Wuye frowned slightly, obviously not expecting Xu Buling to have such a wide range of knowledge. He was silent for a moment and shook his head gently:

"It's okay, drink."

"hehe."

Seeing this, Xu Buling didn't ask any more questions. He picked up the wine bowl and ran into Liu Wuye.

The strong alcohol enters the throat, as if it is about to tear the lungs.

Liu Wuye was like the horse milk wine on the shrub grassland, and took a big mouthful of heroic drinks. As a result, he was like all the people who drank the broken jade for the first time. His face turned red in an instant, and the sweat on his forehead fell down. He gritted his teeth and endured for a moment before he recovered:

"What a strong wine, it's worthy of its reputation."

Xu Buling smiled. In the past, he saw such scenes in Sun's shop many times, but now he still finds them very interesting. Whether it is a top master or a ants in the martial arts world, he is on par with the same side in front of Duan Yushao. After drinking, he will say "I am worthy of my reputation."

Cui Xiaowan leaned in the carriage and watched the two big men drinking. She was a little greedy and licked her lips:

"Old Xu, I want to drink too."

Lao Xu?

You want your wife, don't...

Xu Buling's eyes looked strange, but after thinking about introducing Cui Xiaowan as his wife, he felt relieved. He stood up, took out Xiaomuwan, poured half a bowl, and handed it to Cui Xiaowan in the car window:

"Drink slowly, it's much stronger than your peach blossoms."

“I’ve drunk it.”

Cui Xiaowan held the small bowl in both hands, took a sip, and looked at the little sparrow standing on her shoulder:

"Do you want to come some?"

The little sparrow shook her head and had just flew for most of the day, and she was too lazy to scream.

Liu Wuye sat in front of the bonfire and watched the scene of the "couple and wife" supporting each other. For some reason, his eyes dimmed slightly, he turned his head to look at the flames, and remained silent.

Xu Buling returned to the campfire and sat down, thought for a while, and asked:

"How could Brother Liu be here?"

Liu Wuye glanced at the corpse on the ground: "Just just passed by, I saw these people going out together, and I knew I had set my sights on people and came over and take a look."

While talking, Liu Wuye looked at the horse chasing the cart.

In order to keep warm and cover up the movements, Zhuifengma was also covered with a layer of fabric, and his face was not eye-catching. However, when he sat close, he could still see that Zhuifengma's physique was too large and it was rare to be placed in Mobei.

Horses and weapons are one of the important factors in distinguishing the identity of people in the martial arts world. Clothes and shoes can be ragged, escaped and killed, but no one dares to settle them. Generally speaking, the better the horse, the higher the identity or martial arts, or it will be a mount to others.

After Liu Wuye looked at it carefully, he narrowed his eyes slightly:

"Ma is good, what does Brother Xu do? He doesn't look like an ordinary person."

Xu Buling smiled: "I was a wanderer who was wandering around the world and did some small business of escorts. In autumn, the insider was infected with cold and was ill. It was not cured by ordinary doctors. A few days ago, I heard that there was a thousand-year-old agarwood in the capital that could cure all diseases, so I thought of taking her to Guiyan City to take a look."

Liu Wuye looked at Cui Xiaowan who was drinking in a short gulp. He could indeed see his physical weakness. He frowned:

"There is a piece of thousand-year-old agarwood paperweight in Guiyan City, but it is placed in the imperial study in the palace. Your trip will probably be in vain."

Liu Wuye is obviously not an ordinary ranger. He has such martial arts at a young age. Even if he has no family background, he is still a guest of honor that forces in various rooms compete for. It is not ordinary to think about it.

When Xu Buling heard this, he knew that Liu Wuye was related to the Northern Qi court, and he might be a person in the government. He blinked and said with a smile:

"Is that? This is a problem. But life is at stake. You have to try it. As long as the National Master is not here, there is no chance."

Liu Wuye shook his head gently, as if he was looking at the ignorant young man in the world who was ignorant of the sky and the earth:

"The national magistrate has been returning to Yancheng recently. If you go there, you will die. Besides, even if the national magistrate is not there, the Great Qi Jing is not much worse than the Chang'an City of Dayue. If you can easily walk to the monarch, why do the two countries need to fight each other?"

Xu Buling was a little confused: "Didn't the national sect fight with Dayue in the pass? Why did he return to the capital?"

Liu Wuye took a sip of wine and shook his head and said:

"How can I know the reason for the national teacher? But in a few days, even if the prince Jiang Du and the crown ceremony are used, all princes will go to the capital to congratulate him. I heard that there are people coming from Dayue, so I think it is related to this."

Prince Jiang Du is the eldest son of Jiang Lin, the monarch of Northern Qi. According to the clan rules of the Jiang family, the eldest son and the queen will be awarded the title of crown prince. It is a very important thing to gradually get involved in military and political affairs.

Xu Buling paid attention to Liu Wuye's words and found that when he spoke Jiang Du's name, he instinctively felt a little close, not like he was talking about a stranger, and he should have something to do with Jiang Du.

Xu Buling thought about it secretly and continued to ask:

"Da Yue and Da Qi are fighting in dire straits. How could they send someone to congratulate? Could it be that Da Yue is afraid of being beaten and comes to ask for peace?"

Liu Wuye shook his head:

"How could I, a man from the martial arts world, know about the affairs of the imperial court?"

Seeing this, Xu Buling no longer asked. He was not sure whether the envoys of the four kings of the eastern region had arrived in Northern Qi. According to the time calculation, he probably had not arrived yet. If you want to know about these, you might have to go to Liangcheng near Huluhai to find out where the nest of the right prince of Northern Qi was.

After a bowl of wine, we both sweated.

Xu Buling picked up the wine gourd and wanted to pour another bowl of Liu Wuye.

Liu Wuye raised his hand to block the wine bowl:
To be continued...