Everything seems long, but in fact it is a matter of lightning.

Yi Xuan took a deep breath, knowing that he was going to encounter a lot of trouble today.

The dazzling sword light passed by again, and the sword lights intertwined together.

Through the light of the sword, both sides could see each other clearly again.

Pale eyes flashed before his eyes.

Over the years, Yi Xuan's heart has become hardened and ruthless enough, and he is used to seeing life and death.

But at this moment, I suddenly felt that I had never experienced any fierce battle in my life.

None of it is as thrilling as this one.

Another knife attack came.

The speed of this knife is so fast that it is difficult to describe it in words.

Yi Xuan raised his sword and wanted to defend himself.

But this sword only intertwined into a large net in the void, erratic.

What!?

puff!!

The blind man retreated and put away his knife.

Completed in one go

This sword was like a sword light without any fancy, falling slowly.

"What kind of sword technique is this?"

Yi Xuan vomited blood with a desperate tone.

"Listen to the wind."

"Ting Feng Dao Technique? What a good name."

"Thank you."

Yi Xuan fell heavily to the ground.

The fire reappeared, and Guo Yu wanted to rush out.

The blind man twisted his waist and slashed with his backhand like a whirlwind.

"ah!!"

Directly penetrate Guo Yu's palm and the wooden door together.

Guo Yu gritted his teeth and watched helplessly as the God of Death approached step by step.

"Your Excellency is very skilled, but I was rude.

Forget it today, I don’t want Niu Er’s debt.”

Guo Yu made his final death struggle.

"I still have three thousand taels of silver notes here. Take it. God knows what will happen today. You know it and I know it..."

The blind man did not answer, but gave the answer with his knife.

The blind man touched the blood all over his body and sighed silently.

"If you had said this earlier, wouldn't it have been fine?"

The sword has been unsheathed, and there is no room for peace talks.

The blind man glanced at the jar of wine on the table.

It was his favorite liquor, and it had a strong and pungent taste.

There's so much snow outside.

It's thicker than wine, so thick that it can't be dissolved.

...........

In the twelfth year of Tianyuan, the new year has just passed.

The New Year's bell has just passed.

But there is no sense of the New Year in the town.

More than ten days ago, someone's blood spattered Yuanyang Tower.

Twenty-five people died tragically, including Guo Yu, nephew of County Magistrate Guo.

Yuanyang Tower is in a sea of ​​fire.

Someone left a note with only four big characters written on it.

"Do justice for heaven!!"

The perpetrator was a blind singer named Li Ping'an.

Li Ping'an's portrait spread all over the streets and alleys, far and wide.

The government offered a large reward.

In an instant, the guards and escorts came out in droves.

A few days later, people discovered that Dahu, who had been wandering the streets all day, was crazy.

This scoundrel got his retribution after all.

"Tofu! Tofu is on sale."

Familiar voices, familiar stalls.

There is also the familiar aroma of tofu.

Miss Wang was wearing a cotton coat, her little face was red from the cold.

She survived this disaster.

Everyone who knew about it was buried in the sea of ​​fire that night, and no one cared about her debts anymore.

She looked in that direction as usual.

It’s just that the usual people leading the cows are no longer visible.

She knew why Li Ping'an killed Guo Yu.

But I don’t understand, is it worth it for myself?

So she wanted to ask him face to face, and...how could she repay such a huge favor?

But now she didn't get any reply and could only wait quietly.

Waiting for that person.

One day, he will appear in front of her again.

On a rugged mountain road.

Li Ping'an held the old cow and stepped on the snow with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

He was holding a piece of frozen tofu in his hand, stained with some ice.

"Yeah, delicious."

In fact, it is not for some kind of natural justice.

Just because when I was about to starve to death, I got a piece of warm tofu.

And a bright smile.

When you take a bite of tofu, it feels like the winter snow is about to melt.

That's all.

............

One day in March,

Suddenly a few spring thunders fell in the sky, and then the spring rain fell in patter.

Spring rain is as precious as oil, sometimes it is as elegant as silk, sometimes it is like a sudden thunder.

It's really a beautiful sight.

Ta-ta-ta~

Li Pingan took Lao Niu and sat down in front of a tea stall.

The waiter brought a big teapot and a big bowl and poured him a bowl of tea.

"Sir, where are you coming from?"

"Call me wherever you go."
To be continued...