It's night.

In the air, the moon is bright and the stars are sparse.

The hour of You.

Among the green tiles, the smoke from cooking was dissipated.

Sixty miles south of Poyang City, there is a small town called Mafang.

There are not many people living in the town. It is better to say it is a small town than to say it is a larger village.

Because there is no land, there is no village in front and no shop in the back.

Therefore, many of the people in the town are doing business of resting their lives, serving passing cars, horses, food, accommodation, and selling wine, meat, and wild game. Life is still possible.

"tread……"

After dinner, people were trapped and horses were exhausted. In the quiet night, a faint sound of inaudible landing suddenly sounded.

Behind an inn in Mafang.

A figure wearing a black iron mask and a night armor appeared without warning in front of the thatched pile of horse sheds.

His mouth was closed, he did not make any movement, and he ignored the horses who were slightly panicked because of the stranger approaching.

He just stared at the haystack for a while, and then suddenly stabbed into the thatch with the scabbard in his hand.

Then he raised his hand and waved it, pushing a large area of ​​thatch apart, revealing a corpse under it.

Yes.

A corpse that looked haggard, not like a human, but was obviously a little dead.

Why did he say that he had just died shortly? Because the flesh of this corpse has not yet rotted and the smell of the corpse is not obvious.

Although considering the environment it is in and the dead shape like a piece of bacon, the corpse should be corroded a little slower.

However, according to the degree of stiffness of the corpse and the details of the skin and hair, its death time is probably within these two or three days.

The man wearing iron face looked at the corpse for a moment and then took out a piece of paper from his arms and wrote on it with a charcoal pen.

"Jiang Ke, the bandit leader of the Mafang, has died, and his body is injured. It is confirmed that it is caused by the sharp blade sealing the throat. The dantian is sunken, the flesh is shriveled, and the strength in the body is dissipated. I judge that the body is fragile and I dare not act without action. Please send a special person to the horse shed in his inn to retrieve the corpse for details. The body is placed in the third haystack on the left. I will rush to Poyang City in half a day and continue to investigate the whereabouts of the previous dynasty. I hope all the troops will know. - Five Claws."

After writing the note, the iron-faced man raised his head again and took a deep look at the inn outside the horse shed under the night sky.

After a while, he snorted dullly, covered the thatch again, held his sword and turned around and left.

What is certain is that he is undoubtedly a master of excellent light skills, so he disappeared quietly in a flash.

Only the moonlight seemed to illuminate a waist sign on his waist for a moment.

The word "Linglong" on it was recorded by Wanfeng.

After a cup of tea, a gray eagle flew to the north with a bamboo tube tied to her feet in the darkness of the night.

As for where it is going, no one knows this.

...

"So, since then, I started walking alone in the world. After walking for less than two years, I came to Poyang City, and then I met you."

Inside Poyang City, in Fenjiang Tower.

Although night had already come, Wang Wu and Ning Que'er were still sitting in the private room on the second floor talking about the past.

After three rounds of drinking, the two of them talked about these eleven years and talked about it from the afternoon until this time.

The food has been replaced by fish and dried goods and pastries for two people to use when they serve wine.

Because most of the time it is Wang Wu who is talking and Ning Queer is listening.

So for Ning Que'er, he must have known Wang Wu a lot at this time.

This made his expression very gentle, and even his personality, who usually only valued results, became patient and softer.

As for Wang Wu, she should have been a lazy person.

But facing Ning Que'er, who grew up with her childhood, she was not stingy with spending more energy to tell him something he wanted to hear.

Therefore, as long as Ning Queer asks, she will answer in all kinds of answers.

Don't hide it, don't do too much omission.

This was a good thing for her, because she might have been supposed to find someone to talk to her well.

"Then, didn't you think about going to find your master?"

The two of them are now talking about Wang Wu's master, Pang Wanshan.

When he learned that Pang Wanshan had left alone when Wang Wu was sixteen years old, Ning Que'er frowned slightly and seemed a little dissatisfied.

In his opinion, such a master is undoubtedly not competent enough, at least his master is much more responsible than the other party.

But from another perspective, he was very grateful to that person, because thanks to the other party, Wang Wu was able to learn a way to protect himself in this world.

Otherwise, it would be hard for Ning Queer to imagine what kind of ending she would have if she had no power to tie a chicken.

He looked at Wang Wu's handsome face with fear, and his beautiful eyes that seemed to pull people at all times.

Ning Que'er shook her head secretly, looked away and drank a sip of wine.

He could assure the heaven that this was definitely not his lack of concentration.

Instead, when talking to Wang Wu, you really can't look at her face.

Otherwise, I would probably not listen to anything.

In a trance, Ning Que'er even felt a little glad that Wang Wu was a disciple of the Beggars' Sect.

Otherwise, what do you know how many opponents he has now?

His martial arts are good, but he is obviously not ready to be an enemy of most of the world.

"Why do you want to find him?"

Turning the wine glass in his hand, Wang Wu leaned against the window, his tone was a little casual and a little depressed.

"He is going to leave by himself. Even if I find him, it will be of use. The result will not change. And with his martial arts, I don't have to worry about it."

Martial arts...

Speaking of these two words, Ning Queer subconsciously remembered Wang Wu's previous kick.

"By the way, speaking of it, did your martial arts teach you by your master?"

In fact, Ning Que'er still couldn't understand why Wang Wu's master and disciple had no reputation in the world.

Not to mention anything else, just Wang Wu's mysterious footwork, there are probably few people in the world who can be her enemy of fists and feet.

Ning Quer believed that he had read so much information that he should have heard of any famous gangster.

But he really had no impression of Wang Wu.

"No, there is a footwork that I taught myself, not taught by my master."

This time, Wang Wu still did not hide it from Ning Que'er.

She is a person who believes in her own right and will not reserve any reservations about her friends.

But she had few friends in her heart.

"Step method?" Ning Queer said in surprise: "It's the kind you used before?"

"Yes, its name is Nine Palace Way."

“Tick.”

It started raining outside the window.

Wang Wu drank wine, turned his head and looked at the city tower outside, which was gradually covered by the rain. After a long time, he suddenly spoke.

"Ning Que."

"What's wrong?" The young man in white who was sitting on the other side responded.

"The snow seemed so heavy that day, right?"

"Hmm?" Ning Que'er was stunned for a moment, but soon, he followed Wang Wu's gaze and looked at the heavy rain outside the window.

Then, he sighed with relief.

"Yes, it's about the same age..."

In front of the candlestick, the light shadow shaking.

People are prone to worry, and they are the most drunk.
Chapter completed!