And when Taoist Fang was experiencing this magical life of a monk.

Tonight.

Nanguan Shaoxia, who also had some success in martial arts, took two days off from the escort agency and rode his horse to Quan County, a hundred miles away from Xuncheng.

And I felt the cold wind blowing in my face when my horse was galloping.

Nanguan Shaoxia is wearing a long-breasted suit and a black cotton coat.

For him, the day after tomorrow, Xiaocheng's internal energy was running smoothly throughout his body, and he was no longer afraid of the freezing temperature.

And if you achieve a perfect state the day after tomorrow, you can also gain some fame in the world.

Just today.

He rode a horse for hundreds of miles, but it was not because he wanted to find someone to try his skills, but when he was guarding the bodyguards in this county a few days ago, he found out the whereabouts of three enemies.

They were all the murderers who killed their fathers.

Their martial arts skills were not high at that time, and they only practiced shooting poisonous arrows in the dark.

Nowadays, the internal strength is small.

In the past, even a few months ago, he would not have dared to deal with them, fearing that he would never have the chance to kill the main culprits after his death.

Whenever I think about this.

The Nanguan young heroes are all very grateful to that expert.

If it hadn't been for the guidance and opportunity given by an expert, he would probably have to hide in hiding for the rest of his life and slowly improve his martial arts skills in the martial arts.

Even if we deal with these insidious villains, we don’t know when the day of revenge will be.

Not like today.

With strong horses and long swords, I will kill three accomplices tonight.

At the same time.

When Nanguan Shaoxia entered this county.

Two miles away from the county edge.

In a small courtyard in an alley.

The three brothers, who looked a little older, were drinking soju in the courtyard, chatting about the past and the glorious time they had followed the master of the Shanzhai.

The three brothers entered the village together and came back together when the village disbanded a few years ago.

And now.

They look after some gambling houses and collect some money.

At this time, they talked about this matter again, and the conversation became so exciting that they inevitably drank several bowls.

One of them also sighed: "It's better than before. I took the brothers and stopped on the mountain road, and the money came pouring in!

Look at today, look at that shabby gambling house, how much money can you make?"

"It'll be nice if you can make money." The other person took a big mouthful of food, trying to suppress the smell of alcohol, "Today is different from the past. You and I are both old, and our martial arts skills are not as good as before.

Besides, the yamen is now very strict with investigations. Every once in a while, they go up to the mountains to clear out bandits.

The people who can stay on the mountain now are all young boys, or young masters with some skills.

If you put it on us, we may not be able to outrun it, and we will probably be dragged behind by them..."

"That's right..." The last person seemed to be completely drunk, his eyelids were twitching as if he was about to fall asleep, "It would be nice to make money... What else do the two brothers want to do? Let me say, that's it.

Just live well..."

As he spoke, he was about to get the wine again when he vaguely saw a light figure turning over from the courtyard wall behind the two of them, and then he suddenly felt a heat on his face.

Before he could reach out to wipe it away, a long-lost smell of blood came to his nose.

Then the table slipped and the dishes and drinks on it spilled all over the floor.

Of the two bandits who spoke at the beginning, one had his neck cut open and fell on the table, while the other stood upright, but with a blade protruding from the front of his neck.

Being hung by the blade prevented his body from falling to the ground.

Nanguan Shaoxia stood up from behind him and looked at the last person who was awakened from drunkenness, "I thought you still had some skills left, but I didn't expect that whether you are drunk or not, your skills will be useless."

"You!" In the end, the bandit hurriedly retreated and hurriedly looked for weapons.

Nanguan Shaoxia stepped out and slashed horizontally with his sword. The bandit's head fell from his neck with wide eyes.

Pata—

The headless body and head fell to the ground one after another. Also falling to the ground was the bandit whose neck was penetrated.

Blood spattered and spread from his neck, mixing with the blood gushing from the beheaded man next to him.

Mixed with the aroma of wine and vegetables, the fishy blood also had a strange aroma.

Nanguan Shaoxia wiped the blood stains left on his spatula on his clothes, "Send you brothers to reunite, go down and apologize to my father."

The words fell.

Nanguan Shaoxia lowered his body again and walked out of the yard on guard with a knife.

The cold wind poured into the sleeves on both sides.

Nanguan Shaoxia stayed close to the side of the courtyard and walked to the exit alley. When he saw that everything was normal on the street outside, he took off his blood-stained robe, sheathed his sword, and blended into the crowd.

Then listen to the bustling sounds nearby.

Nanguan Shaoxia looked around, recalling the previous battle. Today, he attacked Baili at night, avenged part of his father's revenge, and killed three accomplices.

I only felt a breath of bad breath coming out of my chest and abdomen.

What a joy.

His mood relaxed for a moment, and he returned to the county border without any hurry and rode back to the city.

But while walking on the road, he suddenly felt a cold feeling on his face. He was about to be on guard, but when he looked up, it turned out that it was snow falling from the sky.

Not long after.

More and more delicate snowflakes are falling from the sky, and the temperature is getting colder and colder.

Nanguan Shaoxia was afraid of heavy snowfall, so he wrapped himself up in clothes and speeded up his journey.

And on a remote mountain road thousands of miles away.

In an abandoned inn on the roadside.

Accompanied by the sound of firewood burning.

Reflecting the firelight.

Ning He held a travel diary he picked up on the road.

The black bear spirit is roasting the newly learned local chicken wrapped in clay while looking at the snowflakes outside the house.

It has been snowing for half a day.

Although the amount of falling was not huge, after a few hours, the snow outside was still up to the ankles.

The black bear spirit took a look and turned over the chicken again. He didn't bury the chicken in the soil, but just put it in the pile of matches.

As he was flipping through the pages like this, he was suddenly surprised and looked outside the house, "Taoist Master, I didn't expect that in this snowy day, besides us, there would be other people walking this way.

Is there a shortcut going straight north?"

When Ning He heard the inquiry, he looked at the dozen haystacks and wooden beds in the house, as long as there was a place for people to live.

When the black bear spirit saw that the Taoist priest was ignoring him, he looked outside the house again.

On the forest path a hundred meters away.

There were eight merchants leading a donkey, dragging a cart, and carrying baskets of goods behind them, walking together in the direction of the inn step by step in the snow pit.

We didn’t go far.

They also saw fire in the inn.

They paused for a moment, then looked at the snow that seemed to be unstoppable tonight, then looked at each other, and walked slowly towards the inn with caution.

When the eight people slowly walked into the inn, they saw the big black bear spirit and Ning He who was reading in the light of the fire.

In their opinion, Ning Heyi looks like a good person as a teacher.

It's just that the black bear spirit is wearing a thin martial robe in the snowy weather, but he looks like he has the inner strength of martial arts, so he is not easy to mess with.

But it’s here now, and the snow outside is getting heavier and heavier.

In the end, the leading merchant named Li could only pretend to be brave and said to the black bear spirit: "This hero, sir."

As Li Xingshang spoke, he moved his hands, which were numb from the cold, and clasped his fists in a friendly voice: "Can I borrow the fire from you two to warm yourself up?"

When the Black Bear Spirit heard the question, he looked at the Taoist Priest.

When everyone saw this scene, they knew that the gentleman was the leader.
To be continued...