I am a snake, so it is reasonable for me to teach a group of demons.

Looking at Zhao Xuan'er, who was full of curiosity, Cang Xue pondered for a while and said,"I want to go back home."

"Go home?!"

Zhao Xuan'er asked uncertainly:"Liangzhou?"

Cang Xue nodded.

Zhao Xuan'er said sadly:"Speaking of which, we are both from Liangzhou."

"Before I knew it, I had been here for eight years."

"I have told my master more than once that I want to go home, but the town is thousands of miles away from Liangzhou."

"The world is dangerous now, and Master is afraid that I will encounter an accident on the road, so he has been disagreeing."

Zhao Xuan'er looked at Xue Niang, then at Zhu Huang

"Sister, why don't you wait for me for a few days? The school will be closed for the New Year holiday soon."

"Take my sister back with me."

Cang Xue asked,"Where is your home?"

Zhao Xuan'er replied,"Jinglong County is under the jurisdiction of Jintong Prefecture in Liangzhou."

Cang Xue was surprised and said,"My home is in Tongqiu Town, which is under the jurisdiction of Ji County.""

"Ji County is right next to Jinglong County."

Zhao Xuan'er was also surprised,"What a coincidence."

Cang Xue smiled and said,"When will the school have its annual holiday?"

"Today is November 28th, how come���It should be the twelfth month."

Zhao Xuan'er said,"My master hasn't been to the school for many years, and now my sister is the teacher."

After thinking for a while, Zhao Xuan'er said,"Before Laba Festival, on the seventh day of the twelfth month."

""Sister, what do you think?"

Nearly ten days~

Looking at Zhao Xuan'er's sparkling eyes, Cang Xue's words of rejection were on her lips.

……

After saying goodbye to the man and the two snakes,

Zhao Xuan'er did not go to the school immediately, but walked into a grocery store called"Xiuyuan".

The store sold medicinal materials, animal skins, and many lifelike clay figurines, including calligraphy and paintings.

""Girl, what do you want to buy?"

The shopkeeper was about fifty years old and looked honest and solid.

Zhao Xuaner picked up a vivid painted rabbit clay doll from the shelf, looked at it carefully, and whispered,"Uncle Huang, send a letter to Master by carrier pigeon."

"The young man in white who shattered the destiny of our Wei Kingdom, his disciple Cang Xue, went out on the seventh day of the twelfth lunar month."

"Regardless of whether we start in Qixia Prefecture outside Taihang, or wait until we reach Jintong Prefecture in Liangzhou,"

"Anyway, you have to hurry up!"

The shopkeeper nodded slightly, and said solemnly:"Ten copper coins." With a bang, Zhao Xuaner threw the rabbit doll back to the shelf.

He complained:"Not worth a cent!"

After Zhao Xuaner left, the man immediately walked into the backyard.

A quarter of an hour later.

A carrier pigeon flew into the sky.

……

The third day of the twelfth lunar month.

A corner of Baopingzhou.

The setting sun was sinking, and the sunset glow was like blood.

A boy about seventeen or eighteen years old stood by the sparkling river.

His eyes were gray and it was difficult to see.

He leaned on a wooden stick in his right hand, and a sheathless iron sword was hung on his left waist.

It couldn't even be called a sword.

It was just a three-foot iron bar. The thin iron bar was polished to a bright shine on both sides, and a thick coarse cloth strip was wrapped around one end, which was considered the hilt.

No one knew why the boy stood there.

Was he watching the sunset or the mountains and rivers?

Maybe he was waiting for someone.

The cold wind suddenly blew, carrying the biting cold of winter, and brushed across the boy's thin clothes. With his black hair flying, the boy slowly turned around.

It turned out that he was waiting for the wind.

The boy raised his foot and was about to chase the wind.

A clear sound of footsteps suddenly sounded.

In the white vision, the boy only saw a vague and strong outline.

The man who came was thirty years old, and like the boy, he was wearing coarse linen clothes.

Two big, thick, rough palms covered with calluses.

The man wore a knife on his waist.

A very common but rare scimitar.

The scimitar was a military knife of the Wei State.

The man said in a deep voice:"My name is Ji Yang, and I am a ghostwriter." The boy said expressionlessly:"My name is Chuyi, and my sword is called Shiwu."

"I am a swordsman and a killer."

The man said,"You killed the son of the Guo family in Wanglong County, and the government is looking for you."

"100 taels of snowflake silver for a live person, 20 taels for a dead person's head."

The young man asked curiously,"Do you want to earn 100 taels or 20 taels?"

The man replied,"100 taels."

The young man suggested,"20 taels is easier to earn."

The man said,"My wife has tuberculosis, 20 taels is not enough."

The young man sighed,"What a pity."

The man frowned,"What do you mean?"

The young man said,"You can't capture me alive, let alone kill me."

The man said,"You are very confident." The young man smiled, patted his side, and pointed at the man's waist.

"My sword is as light as the wind"

"Your sword is as heavy as a mountain."

Man:"Your sword is not as sharp as mine." The boy was surprised,"Why?"

The man grinned,"Because my wife is still waiting for me to go home."

The boy was silent.

The man also said nothing.

After a long time.

The boy asked:"What are you looking at?"

The man replied:"The sunset."

Boy:"Is it beautiful?"

Man:"It's beautiful, like fire burning blood"

"What about you? What are you listening to?"

The boy:"Listening to the wind.

" The man:"Does it sound nice?"

The boy:"Yes, it sounds like my mother humming?"

The man frowned:"Do you have a family?" The boy shook his head:"No."

The man breathed a sigh of relief,"That's good."

The boy:"What would you do if I said I had a family?"

The man:"I will give half of the reward to your mother."

The boy:"You are such a good person."

The man asked:"How did you become blind?"

The boy replied:"It was born that way, I am not blind, I can barely see the vague outline in the sun."

The man reminded:"It's getting dark."

The boy put his palm on the hilt of the sword and whispered:"It will be brighter."

The bright and sticky sunset glow seemed like blood flowing.

The young man held the hilt of the sword, his face calm.

The man held the hilt tightly, his expression solemn.

There was only the sound of the sobbing wind and the aura of killing between heaven and earth. In the flash of lightning when the sword was about to be unsheathed, another sound of footsteps came from afar.

The young man listened slightly.

The man turned his head to look.

An old man in his sixties with his hands behind his back and a slightly hunched back walked slowly on the ancient road.

The old man with white hair was wearing a shabby Taoist robe that was washed white.

He looked at the young man, then at the man, and a smile bloomed on the old man's face, which was washed by the years.

"After hurrying, I finally caught up with him."

The man frowned and asked,"Who are you?"

The old man smiled and said,"I am Wang Liang."

He pointed at the young man and said,"I am here for you."

The young man shrugged and said,"I am really popular."

He stepped back a few steps and said,"You two should discuss it first."

The man stared at the old man and said in a deep voice,"As the old saying goes, first come, first served."

The old man smiled and said,"As the old saying goes, the virtuous will occupy the place."

The man:"My wife is suffering from tuberculosis."

The old man:"There is a small Taoist temple on the mountain. I and my young disciple depend on each other for survival. The end of the year is approaching. I promised my disciple that I would sell myself and buy new clothes for him, and make pork and scallion dumplings for him on New Year's Eve."

The man:"As the old saying goes, saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda."

The old man:"As the old saying goes, a gentleman's word is as good as a promise."

The young man:"……"

…… ps: These three people are very important.