On a snowy night, the north wind blows.

The dim lanterns on the old street were shaking under the eaves, and the wine banners were torn by the wind and snow, making a "fluttering" sound.

Sanliang guards sat at the entrance of the inn, with a brazier under their feet, and chatted with the people who were walking with them about the ghost weather in the north of the subway.

It seems that an old man had just passed away and set up a mourning hall. The sound of chanting scriptures and reliance appeared and came into the lobby of the inn.

In the empty hall of the inn, there were four wine tables, three empty, one sitting, three dishes of side dishes and two pots of old wine on it.

Han Xianchu was wearing a literary robe and sat on the top. After drinking a few glasses of wine, his face was already a little rosy. When he saw the middle-aged swordsman next to him, he also came a song "Breaking the Array" that had been sung in the Central Plains for a long time:

"When you are drunk, you can look at the sword with a lamp, dream of blowing the horns and camps, you can split your troops under your command for 800 miles, and you can turn the sound of the outside world with fifty strings. You can call out autumn soldiers on the battlefield..."

The Northern Qi Sword Immortal Yan returned to the forest and sat next to him, rubbing the sword "Gui Shuang".

Sui Jinshan hit his knee with his hand, and echoed with the beat, and sometimes drank a cup. The so-called literati romanticism is just like this.

The first cemetery is singing outside, but the second cemetery has not started.

Han Xianchu picked up the wine glass and moistened his throat. Just as he was about to speak, Yan Huilin next to him moved his ears slightly and raised his hand.

tread--

tread--

tread--

The crisp horse's hooves are from far to near.

On the street outside the inn, a tall horse slowly appeared. The horse was pitch black and its four hooves were like snow, just blending with the dark sky and white earth.

Immediately there was a man in a black robe wearing a hat, with swords and swords stuck around his waist, and a long spear wrapped in black cloth on his shoulder.

There was only one man and one horse, but the momentum seemed to block the entire street, making the drinkers and kiln sisters on both sides of the street dare not look directly at it.

Han Xianchu's eyes twitched obviously, not because he was afraid, but because he was excited. The hunter was excited to see the prey.

"The horse made Lu Feiqiu, the bow is astonished as thunder and strings..."

In the inn, the sound of lyrics from the wine lyrics rang again, as if he had not noticed the horses walking down the street.

The horse stopped outside the inn. The man in black robe turned over and got off the horse, carried a long spear, and came to the door of the inn and glanced inside.

The hat covered half of the man's face, and only saw his clear-cut chin, neither happy nor angry, nor any expression.

The waiter from the inn came forward with a towel to greet:

"Customer, do you want to stay in a hotel?"

"Current wine."

The voice was as plain as usual, as if after walking all over the world, I found a place to rest.

Han Xianchu sang lyrics with a lyrics and turned a blind eye to the Jianghu guests who walked to the side of the wine table.

Yan Huilin wiped the sword and looked at the unprepared silhouette. He looked a little confused in his eyes. He glanced at Han Xianchu and then frowned after confirming that the person was Xu Buling.

"Please resolve the affairs of the king and win the reputation of his life and death. Poor white happened."

After singing a song, the empty hall became quiet, and only the charcoal fire in the basin occasionally exploded.

Han Xian Chu Sheng was sure to hold it, and at this moment he turned around with his wine glass, looked at the Jianghu guest sitting diagonally, and said aloud:

"What do you think of this poem by my husband?"

Xu Buling sat at the wine table, twenty steps apart from each other. He took off the hat on his head, placed it on the wine table, picked up the wine pot that had just been taken out of the hot water, and poured himself a bowl of rice wine:

"The lyrics are OK, but they can't sing them."

Han Xianchu and Xu Buling had seen him at the birthday party of King Wu, but neither of them pointed out. After all, everyone in this inn knew the other party's identity, so there was no need to point out the picture.

Han Xianchu held the wine glass and chuckled:

"My voice is not as good as the top player in Longyin Pavilion, but it is not easy to hear the local accent in this wild place. Does the young master have better words to open my eyes?"

Xu Buling picked up the wine bowl and took a sip. He thought of a suitable poem, and he said calmly:

"Kill all the million soldiers in Jiangnan, and the sword on his waist is still bloody. The old scholar does not know the heroic man, and only asks for his name. Are you satisfied?"

The basic plan of the Four Kings in the East is in Jiangnan. When Han Xianchu heard this, his face changed and nodded:

"Your Highness the Prince is really admired by his talent, but if you want to 'kill all the million soldiers in Jiangnan', the Prince is afraid he will have no chance."

Xu Buling was too lazy to look at Han Xianchu, and his eyes turned to the second floor of the hall:

"All the hidden ones come out, just one Yan returns to the forest, isn't enough."

The wine-friendly hall is very empty, and there are no lights on the second floor room, so quiet that there are only four people below.

A moment later, footsteps sounded in a room. The door opened and Zuo Qingqiu, dressed in a silver fox fur, walked out from inside. Behind him was Shi Jinhai in a martial arts uniform.

Zuo Qingqiu didn't have much arrogance on his face. He walked to the fence and looked at Xu Buling, who was drinking alone below:

"Your Highness the Prince is a great man of generations and has a connection with my disciple. Today I will not hurt you. After drinking this glass of wine, I will put down my weapons and get on the carriage. I will personally escort the Prince to Return to Yancheng. In the future, I will not treat His Royal Highness the Prince unfairly."

"hehe……"

Xu Buling held the wine bowl, looked up at the two people next to the fence, and looked at Yan Huilin sitting below:

"The national magistrate is responsible for the battlefield on the Eastern Front. When he was busy, he took the time to find His Highness Yin. He is really determined. But twenty steps away, I am going to leave, and you can't stop him."

The words were crazy, but among the martial artists present, they were the masters the most, and they understood that this was not a foolish lie.

When you reach the level of a master, you may be beaten to death by fighting alone, but when the retreat path was not blocked and unharmed, you would take your life to turn and escape from twenty steps. No matter how many people there are, you can't catch up with it. This can be seen from Chen Daozi, who was seriously injured by Xu Buling.

However, Zuo Qingqiu and others dare to stand outside a safe distance, so they naturally have confidence.

Han Xianchu stood up, his eyes became more serious and said in a deep voice:

"Xu Bu Ling, I think you are the son of a prince. My ancestors have opened up thousands of miles of mountains and rivers for the Song family, so I am so polite to you. With your Xu family soldiers besieging Chang'an and holding the young princes up, the whole family will be killed. Now I will leave some decentness for you and let you be captured by yourself. Otherwise, I won't mind helping you with decentness."

Xu Buling's eyes were slightly cold and he squinted Han Xianchu:

"Song Siming's subordinate dog dares to make noise on such occasions?"

"you……"

Han Xianchu's identity is indeed not qualified, but he is so proud that he has nothing to be angry and said coldly:

"You really think that you have a nickname of "Invincible in the World" in the world. No one in the world can control you? Even the Northern Qi National Master has arrived. Do you think this official will not bring a few masters here?"

Xu Buling's face changed slightly, and he looked out the inn gate.

Han Xianchu was very satisfied with the reaction and smashed the wine glass in his hand to the ground, and the cup was a symbol.

Smack-

The sound of porcelain shattering came out of the inn hall, and the guards outside quickly retreated, while three figures fell from the sky almost at the same time, silently landing on the snow outside the inn.

The three of them were silenced, one sword, one shot and one bare-handed, and the momentum they showed seemed to be frozen in the sky with snow.

Yan Huilin saw the middle-aged man with an iron sword hanging on his waist on the left, and subconsciously narrowed his eyes. After all, his "Beijing Qi Sword Immortal" was given by his friend in the martial arts world. There was only one "Sword Saint" on the head of that person.

Zuo Qingye stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes still dull, but he still paid more attention to the scholar in the middle.

There has never been a conclusion on who is the "No. 1 in the World" in the world, but there have always been so many candidates - Eunuch Jia in Dayue Imperial City, Li Hansheng, the master of the Daying Tower, Zuo Qingqiu, the rising star Xu Buling.

After Eunuch Jia died, there were only three rumored "No. 1 in the world" left in the world. At this moment, they all went to this small inn outside the border.

Li Hansheng's eyes were gloomy and he was never taciturn. He didn't speak at this time, but just stood in the middle of the gate, as if he was still moving as a mountain.

Chen Chong, the god of guns in the northern border, fought a draw with Yan Huilin, the sword immortal in the Northern Qi Dynasty, and was named "Wu Kui". He was also considered an old acquaintance with Yan Huilin.

At this time, Chen Chong carried a brand new iron spear and walked in through the door. After scanning his eyes, his mouth was still not corrected. He said:

"The formation is so big, it's scary than that time in Bodhi Island. I'm afraid this inn will be demolished today, and this street is hanging."

Zhu Liu spread his right hand slightly to express his agreement.

In terms of status in the court, the three men of Dayinglou were just the leaders of the rebel army who surrendered to the King of Wu. Compared with the few people on the court, they were a little unfavorable.

But in terms of status in the world, no one is weaker than anyone else.

After Zuo Qingqiu glanced at the three of them, he nodded slightly and greeted him, then looked at Xu Buling who was surrounded:

"Your Highness, what else can I say?"

Han Xianchu sneered: "Xu Buling, the sword has no eyes, and being captured at this time can still protect your body."

Xu Buling drank the wine in the bowl in one go, got up and walked to the center of the lobby, looking around for a while, slightly surprised:

"National Master Zuo Qingqiu, Northern Qi Sword Immortal Yan Huilin, Imperial Boxing Gallery Shi Jinhai, the Eagle Tower Master Li Hansheng, Northern Xinjiang Gun God Chen Chong, Sword Saint Zhu Liu, what a big formation, are you going to kill the gods?"

Han Xianchu snorted coldly: "Today, even the gods and immortals must die here. I'll see how you run away."

Xu Buling ignored Han Xianchu, put on the black gloves he had picked up from Shangguan Qinhe, and looked up at Zuo Qingqiu above:

"After all, it's a hero. Isn't it shameful to bully the less?"

Zuo Qingqiu is not a man from the martial arts world, so he naturally doesn't care about this sarcasm, but just said plainly:

"It is related to the rise and fall of the two countries, so how can it be shameful to say? Let me ask again, will the prince surrender or not?"

Xu Buling picked up the long spear wrapped in black cloth, pointed to the ground diagonally, and smiled a little unyieldingly:
To be continued...