C1 The Twilight Was Cold

The twilight is cold, the sunset is bright.

A person stood under this cold dusk without moving. The sun was about to fade away, and the last glimmer of hope in the world was about to disappear. It was as if he was the only person left in the world, a lonely man.

Thousands of miles of ice flew about. The white snow seemed to be showing the weakness of human relations. Half a day later, his shoulder was covered with snow, snow that couldn't be melted by the setting sun.

His hand was pale. People were lonely, just like the knife in his hand. It was a very beautiful knife, but it was also lonely. It was a lonely knife in his pale hand.

The sound of cars rolling on the side of the street was like dozens of cold currents blowing at him at the same time. He didn't move, but the sound of the cars and horses getting closer and closer. It stopped when the wind swept up by the cars and horses blew away the snow on his shoulder.

In that instant, heaven and earth seemed to have returned to the heart of that lonely person again. He still did not move. He was like all the frozen people. He did not dare to move his hands, afraid that if he moved even a little bit, his joints would crack at the same time.

After a long time, there was no sound, because no one dared to speak. At that moment, the whole team of horses was both scared and excited. The terrifying thing was that they didn't know how terrifying the person they were about to face was. What they were excited about was that they didn't know how terrifying the person they were about to face was.

They did not speak, but he said, "Where is he?" His voice was old and steady. It seemed out of place with his delicate and handsome face. There had never been a youth who would make such an aged voice. This was unless this person had experienced the vicissitudes of life. If at the last moment, these people still had a bit of disdain left in their hearts. . . At this moment, their hands should be holding their weapons even tighter.

"Who are you looking for?" This scholar's crafty answer did not seem to satisfy him.

"Are you all cowards from the Murong family?" His answer was straightforward and full of sarcasm. The scholar was stunned for a moment, then waved his hand.

The sound of the carriage came again. Two boxes of golden gold suddenly rolled down from the carriage. The scholar symbolically fanned the feather fan in his hand and said with contempt, "One hundred thousand gold taels, is it enough to buy you back? I know that you are a person who loves drinking. People who love drinking often lack money to spend. "

"En, one hundred thousand gold taels is really not a small amount!" The voice was still very vigorous, but it did not seem to show any satisfaction.

The scholar was somewhat excited, and his eyes widened as he looked around. "So you agreed?"

The man continued, "One hundred thousand taels is indeed a lot, but it is still not enough to buy the head of the young master of the Nangong family!"

The sky was getting darker. From afar, one could not see any shops on either side of the street. The moon and the dark wind were killing people at night. It was a moonless night, but there was snow. The snowflakes were falling like a person's heart.

The scholar looked at this person dejectedly. After a long time, he said indifferently, "I said you were an alcoholic, but I didn't think so. "

"Oh? Why don't you think so?" That person sneered.

"Alcohol men don't just put alcohol on their waists and don't drink. " The scholar pointed at the wine gourd at his waist.

The man also lowered his head to look at the wine gourd at his waist, then let out a smile and said: "Hahaha, of course drunkards wouldn't just leave wine at their waists and not drink it. But what if there's no wine in the wine gourd? "

The scholar was immediately stunned. That's right, he was so poor that he couldn't afford any wine. There were no other drunkards on this street who were willing to pay on credit to this drunkard.

"What a pity, I'm not an alcoholic, but I have quite a few good alcohol here. " The scholar's words carried a bit of flaunting and a bit of temptation. He pushed out a dozen or so jars of good wine from the horse carriage behind him. The fragrance of the wine quickly spread throughout the entire street.

The man's Adam's apple began to roll up and down in an instant. The scholar faintly smiled and continued, "Everyone in the world knows that the blade of the Murong family is good, but very few people know that the wine of the Murong family is even better. "

The man's lips were dry and swollen, like a dried rice field that needed a spring to irrigate, but he didn't say anything. He did not speak and expressed his refusal. He liked wine, just like the knife in his hand. He also liked money, because money could buy countless of the wine he liked.

But at this moment, he rejected all of them because he promised someone when he came.

If he promised one person, he could abandon a hundred thousand taels of gold, and disregard more than ten jars of fine wine. That was right, he was extremely greedy, but he was even more trustworthy.

This wasn't a spacious street. There were only a dozen or so shops. In the huge Gusu City, there were thousands of such streets. The only difference was that at this moment, the other streets were brightly lit and filled with people. However, this street was dead silent. There was only a short and short conversation between the two of them.

The scholar didn't speak anymore. He knew that no matter how much he said, he wouldn't be able to change this person's mind. He was a madman, an out-and-out madman! If there was a hundred thousand taels of gold in front of him, he would have long run to the village to find the most beautiful woman to have a good sleep, but this person!

The scholar waved his hand three times, and his carriage gradually moved further and further away. The world once again returned to a deathly silence. In the pitch-black night sky, a dozen or so dazzling steel blades suddenly appeared. Borrowing the dim night sky, the snow on the steel blades fell at the same time. Clearly, these people had been standing for a long time.

That person walked forward unhurriedly. One person, a wine pot, and a knife.

No one saw him make a move. It was as if no one saw the bright moonlight tonight. The dozen steel knives fell to the ground one by one, and only the sound of metal colliding could be heard.

Blood, bright red blood, white snow, and white snow. The bright red blood dyed the white snow red. Only one person was left, carrying a knife and a pot of wine, slowly walking forward.

Murong Ke still did not appear, and the scholar also disappeared without a trace. But his steps were still very steady. As the newest assassin in the martial arts world, he had long become famous. He started to practice his saber when he was six years old. He defeated the famous Liu Ye Swordsman Hua Wuxue when he was eight years old, and killed the leader of the Night Saber Sect, Qiu Min, when he was fourteen years old. When he was twenty years old. At the year of his weak crown, he became famous in one battle. Defeated by a famous swordsman, the young master of the Dugu Clan. In the blink of an eye, Dugu Xin became a figure that was renowned throughout the capital. He was Cangsong Blade Master, Xiao Nanfeng.

Xiao Nanfeng was a freelance swordsman. No one could restrict his freedom. Whenever he wanted to drink, he would drink. When he wanted to kill, he would kill. He had never killed someone for a promise like today.

The person who made him promise was a woman. Of course, it was a very beautiful woman. Almost everyone in the world would think that she was a very beautiful woman. If he made a promise for a woman. . . Then this woman must be her, Dugu Ming.

Everyone thought that he had taken a fancy to her beauty. That's right. She was indeed very beautiful. Her eyes were as bright as a drop of water. Her skin was as warm as jade, and her slender waist was as thin as a rope. Every single one of them was what a woman dreamt of obtaining. However, it was not because of this that he agreed to her request. Everyone in the world knew that. . . Although he was an alcoholic, he wasn't a pervert.

Because of a pot of wine, he promised her that he would kill someone.

The Dugu family and Murong family were both blade artists in the entire Gusu City. For generations, blade artists would fight and kill each other. In the end, only their two families were left with the most powerful forces.

Dugu Ming originally had a good husband, Nalan Yan. Nalan Yan was one of the few handsome young men in the Gusu City. He was young and handsome, and the key was that he was the ideal heir of the Nalan family. The Nalan family was the richest and most powerful family in the Gusu City, and Nalan Yan was even more outstanding. He had been worshipping Dugu Ming's father since he was young, and Dugu Kuang, who was only in his early twenties, had few opponents in the Dugu family.

Not long ago, the two of them had decided on a marriage under the agreement of their parents. Although they hadn't gotten married, they already had the words of a matchmaker. However, it was still the same Xue Ye. Nalan Yan walked out of the door with his saber and disappeared into the pale snow. He never came back again.

It was snowing heavily. Xiao Nanfeng's saber had already appeared in front of the door of the Murongs. In addition to him, there were more than a hundred men in black standing in front of the door with sharp knives in their hands. They were different from ordinary men in black. They did not have masks, and no one would cover their faces in front of their door. But they were all wearing black clothes. When they died, the bloodstains were not that obvious.

"Are you really here to kill someone for a pot of wine?" A person asked shakily.

"I don't want to repeat it a second time. " Xiao Nanfeng seemed to be a little impatient. He pointed the knife in front of him and said faintly, "Will he come out directly, or will I barge in?"

"We have countless jars here!" Before he could say the word 'wine', a thunderbolt like blade light fell from the sky. The man's clothes and the copper plate tied around his neck were cut in half in an instant. He did not even have the courage to tremble. He had unconsciously restrained himself.

Everyone present could not help but suck in a breath of cold air. Everyone saw the man's saber, but they could not see the man's saber technique clearly. His saber technique seemed to have descended from the sky, but he had never moved even half a step!

Terrifying, truly terrifying. Those who were timid had already stuck their bodies against the wall, because it was very likely that they would lose their balance because of fear at any moment.

Xiao Nanfeng sneered, wiped the edge of the blade, and continued to ask, "Will he come out? Or will I go in?"

This time, no one dared to be born again. Just as Xiao Nanfeng was walking towards the door with the blade in his hand, there was a creaking sound of the door opening. The door of Murong family was pushed open.

A man slowly walked out from inside. He was an old man. He held a crutch in his right hand and a broken knife in his left hand. He walked forward slowly. Xiao Nanfeng was shocked by this scene. This old man was none other than the old man of Murong family. That year, he was the famous swordsman, Murong Ying.

The current Murong Ying was no longer as sharp as he was in the past, and he no longer had the strength to wield a blade. However, his aura was still enough to shock the hearts of people. Xiao Nanfeng was a frivolous person, but when faced with such a famous saber user, he still showed a look of admiration.

"Use my life in exchange for Chen-er's life! What do you think? Will it work?" Murong Ying's voice was more sonorous and forceful than anyone else's. Xiao Nanfeng couldn't help but frown. He never thought that a dignified saber user would. . . Even if Murong Ke was lucky enough to survive this night, he wouldn't be able to do so. * Hong Long. . . . . . *

"Will it work?" Murong Ying's voice was more vigorous and powerful, but Xiao Nanfeng's face darkened at this moment. "No. "

The two words were like two nails smashing over. Murong Ying could not help but be a little disappointed. He threw away the crutch in his hand and held the broken knife that had accompanied him for many years with both hands. He said with all his strength, "That's good! Then come and compete with me!"