C12 It Was Difficult to Resolve This Situation

The water is light. The lake was clear.

Her graceful figure dyed the stream clouds.

A stone flew and turned.

Waterfall Hanging Pine Finger, Chan Xi.

A dangerous peak covered the entire Cloud Cliff.

Thousands of obsessions entangled with the heart of the pill.

The world of mortals could not be destroyed, and it was all karma.

Who would understand my feelings?

That's right, a hand appeared on the back of the blade, a hand that was covered in calluses. Only those who did rough work all year round or practiced with knives since they were young could have such a pair of hands.

The nameless swordsman stared at the hand with widened eyes. He looked up from the calluses on the hand until he saw the bamboo hat that was enough to cover his entire head.

"You, who are you?" When he said this, his head was already a little dizzy. He tried his best to open his eyes and look at Xiao Nanfeng. It seemed like the poison needle had started to react.

Dugu Xiu's poison needle was really very powerful. Just one needle hit the person's arm and the person started to get confused.

"And who are you?" Xiao Nanfeng said lightly.

The nameless swordsman was stunned for a moment, then pretended to be cool and said: "I am a swordsman! The most powerful swordsman in Gusu City!"

"Oh? How can someone like you call yourself a saber user?" Xiao Nanfeng absolutely had no intention of giving this person any face.

The nameless swordsman was a little impatient. He urgently needed to find a place to force the poison out. His tone gradually eased. "Friend, I have something important to attend to today. May I know your name? I will definitely come to learn from you in the future!"

Xiao Nanfeng sneered, "Return their daughter to them. "

Xiao Nanfeng's hands were really strong. Everyone present was shocked. They only saw the two of them holding knives. The other was holding the back of the knife, not moving at all. It was as if they were talking to air.

That person was like a deflated ball. He didn't dare to be arrogant anymore. He knew that the person in front of him knew the exact details of his poisoning. Judging from his current strength, he probably couldn't even defeat Dugu Xin on the stage, let alone this mysterious expert wearing a bamboo hat.

Nodding their heads, everyone heaved a sigh of relief, but he sighed and said, "I can only let you follow me, no one else can. "

Xiao Nanfeng knew what he was worried about, because he would soon pass out. At that time, if someone were to find trouble with him. . . Then he would become the meat on someone else's chopping board, waiting to be slaughtered.

Xiao Nanfeng nodded and waved his hand. Everyone made way for him. Xiao Nanfeng said to the injured aunties, "Do you trust me?"

The aunties nodded. At the moment, it seemed like only this person had the courage to challenge the nameless swordsman. Who else could he trust besides him? Should he trust Dugu Xin, who was lying on the arena?

Behind him, two black figures. When they left, Dugu Xiu seemed to have seen something. She saw that the person wearing the bamboo hat had a cross on his waist. It was actually her sister's cross.

She could clearly distinguish her elder sister's cross because Dugu Ming's method of making the cross was different from others. Everyone made the middle of the cross clearly and orderly, but she insisted on making the middle messy without any order.

The two sisters often teased and Dugu Xiu laughed and called this cross as the Dugu Ming's cross. In this world, there was only one person who could make things around a woman so randomly.

But now, this person's waist was actually Dugu Ming's cross. She seemed to have guessed who this person was.

She followed closely behind Xiao Nanfeng's footsteps but did not dare to be too close. Dugu Xiu knew that with Xiao Nanfeng's hearing ability, her Qinggong would definitely not be able to hide from him.

The two of them staggered through the forest and crossed a regular stream. Xiao Nanfeng followed the instructions of the nameless swordsman and lifted a few limestone slabs. The sound of flowing water could be faintly heard under the limestone slabs, as well as the cries of a few girls.

Xiao Nanfeng kicked the nameless swordsman to the ground, spat out a mouthful of saliva, and jumped down. The children were not injured. Xiao Nanfeng coldly looked at the nameless swordsman, who could not move anymore, and asked coldly, "Did you bully them?"

The nameless swordsman stammered and sighed. "Sigh, I haven't even touched their fingers. You can ask them if you don't believe me. " The girls all nodded. Xiao Nanfeng knew that even if he bullied them, it was a matter of reputation. These girls would still marry in the future, so they naturally wouldn't say anything.

After the girls left, he went up and gave them a few more kicks. He said angrily, "When you recover from your injuries, get out of Gusu!"

Xiao Nanfeng's back gradually moved further and further away. The nameless swordsman finally let out a sigh of relief, but he could not move at all now. He could only rely on his inner energy to maintain the warmth in his body.

However, the thing that he did not want to happen the most still happened. A beautiful and moving face suddenly appeared in front of him. His limbs could not move, but sweat was dripping from her forehead. Bean-sized beads of sweat rolled down the limestone floor like rain.

Dugu Xiu looked at him with a smile. Suddenly with a Sap, he no longer felt anything.

When Xiao Nanfeng returned to the village, Cui Yunyun was already sitting in the yard of Old Ma's house and washing the dirty clothes from yesterday. Seeing Xiao Nanfeng walk into the house, Yunyun's originally expressionless face suddenly had mixed feelings.

Tears gushed out like a mountain flood. She did not care about the soap water in her hands and ran to Xiao Nanfeng in two or three steps. She hugged Xiao Nanfeng and cried. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I also want to wait for you. But I'm too scared, I. . . "

She could no longer speak. Tears seemed to appear in the corners of Xiao Nanfeng's eyes. That's right. What a pure girl. A girl who didn't even have the courage to face fresh blood. Was she really a match for him, who had once killed people without seeing their blood?

The lights on both sides of the street were still brightly lit. The bamboo hat that was blown up by the wind seemed to be calling for guests to come over quickly.

The weather today was not bad, but the bamboo hat shop's business today was not good. All day long, they only sold one bamboo hat. Old Zhang's wife had already prepared a table of dishes and wine in the shop. She was waiting for her son and wife to finish their work and have a good dinner.

When the last piece of the door was about to be closed, a huge hand suddenly pressed down on the door.

Little Zhang was startled. He let go of his hand and took three steps back. He said with a trembling voice: "Big. . . Master, are you here to buy a bamboo hat?"

The man said coldly, "The weather is so good, why should I buy a bamboo hat?"

Yes. The past few days had been warm and sunny. There had been no storms, no scorching sun, only the warm spring breeze and the warm sunlight. None of them had to be blocked by a bamboo hat.

But today, someone had bought a bamboo hat from here, and this man had even come out with it. And now he was in the crowd.

That hand was so strong that it almost broke the door. However, his words were not fierce at all. He only asked indifferently: "Today, how many people came to buy bamboo hats?"

"If you don't buy bamboo hats, then why do you ask? Really. " Little Zhang impatiently pulled over the door and placed it on the wall.

Old Zhang saw that the person was dressed in an unusual manner and quickly pulled him by his waist and said with a smile: " Aiyo, Sir, are you here to buy a bamboo hat? How many do you want? Our bamboo hat is the best in Gusu City. This. . . This. . . This is too expensive, isn't it?"

Old Zhang saw that person take out a silver ingot from his sleeve. His mouth was wide open as if it could no longer be closed, and he cried out in shock. That person laughed coldly: "I'll buy a hundred bamboo hats, but let me ask around, how many people are here today to buy bamboo hats? What do they look like? "

Old Zhang's waist bent even lower, his smiling eyes only leaving a crack. Such a huge business deal was simply falling from the sky. He took the silver with a smile, kicked his son's butt, and scolded in a low voice, "Hurry up and pour some tea for me!"

"To tell you the truth, Sir, the weather these few days is really too good. I haven't opened my business for a few days already. Today, only the two of you came to visit our little shop. One is you, and the other is the one at noon. "

That person suddenly stood up and grabbed Old Zhang's shirt. " Do you know this person? What's his name? Where does he live? "

" Oh my lord, please let go, my neck is going to be broken by you! " The old man's face turned red. It was obvious that the man had used too much force, and he was almost out of breath.

The man also realized that he was excited, and slowly let go of his hand. "Oh, sorry. He might be my long-lost good friend"

Old Zhang coughed a few times and said, "Sir, you're really strong. I don't know that person. However, the young man looked like he was in his twenties. He was quite handsome. His voice sounded like he was in his forties or fifties, but he only asked for a bamboo hat. But he gave me money for two bamboo hats. Oh, right. This young man's hands are full of calluses, so he should be a laborer. I really don't know about the rest. "

When Little Zhang sent the tea over, that person was already nowhere to be seen. This person was even stranger than the person in the afternoon. He paid a hundred bamboo hats but did not take a single one.

The starlight was dim, and it was difficult to travel at night. The person was in a hurry as he headed straight for the Mu Rong residence.

"That's right, it must be that kid!" As he said this, he was breathing heavily as he took a glass of water from someone else.

Mrs. Murong, who was sitting in the main seat, slowly opened her eyes. "Oh? Why do you think so?"

That person quickly drank a mouthful of water and coughed twice before saying, "I've seen that kid before. His voice really doesn't match his appearance.

A twenty something year old person with calluses all over his hands, yet his voice was as aged as a forty or fifty year old person. Who else could this kind of person be besides Xiao Nanfeng?"

Mrs. Murong nodded slightly and seemed to have let out a long sigh of relief. She looked into the distance and muttered: "Since he is still alive, then it is time to take revenge for the Murong family!"

The night was hurried and there was a person standing outside the door. It was a thin person. The sandstorm in the north had polished this person's originally full face until it was as thin as firewood. The clear edges and corners of the face looked especially prominent under the dim night sky.

His body was motionless. He stood at the door, but he did not dare to take even half a step inside!

He seemed to not dare to believe that his home had undergone a tremendous change. Ever since he received the news of Murong Ying's death, Murong Cheng, who was far away in the north, had been rushing back without stopping. Now that he was at the door, he didn't dare take another step forward.

Because at this moment, the gate was no longer decorated with envious lanterns and ribbons, but was instead a stretch of white, a stretch of white.

After Murong Ying passed away, Mrs. Murong decided that if she did not take revenge, she would not remove these white curtains. This was also the best way to alert the Murong brothers.

But there was no one to replace him. If Murong Ke was still there, he would definitely be able to compete with Xiao Nanfeng legally. Perhaps he would be able to regain the glory of Murong family, but he had disappeared on that snowy night.

All the hopes of Murong family were placed on Murong Cheng, who was about to return. He carried his heavy luggage, and there was a damaged treasured saber hanging from it.

It was a saber that could cut through iron as if it were mud. Only such a saber was worthy of the title of Northern Hero.