This Jinyiwei is obviously super strong but draws too much

In the early spring of February, the cold flowers bloomed first. The ancient road in the northwest was covered with snow. On the vast white land, seven or eight black shadows suddenly appeared. Fierce horses and iron hooves, long whips neighing, and a burst of speed. Thick mist rolled up, and in a trance. There are hidden red plums blooming.

"Did you get rid of it?!" The leading man whipped his horsewhip desperately, turning around and asking quickly from time to time.

"No!" The man who was half behind him said anxiously: "Lao Qi and Lao Ba are already in trouble, or should we split up and run away?"

"Old Five, don't even think about escaping for your own life!" The black-eyed man on the other side scolded: "If you hadn't provoked this crazy woman with your bravery! How would we, brothers, be in this situation today!"

Lao Wu's face turned red and he could no longer speak. At this moment, he suddenly heard a sword roar from behind, and saw a rainbow shooting into the sky, and a shadow flying quickly in the white snow.

"She's coming! Everyone, be careful!" the leading man shouted. The next second, the sword energy in the sky penetrated the thin snow mist, and the fluttering white snow turned into flying flowers. In an instant, blood burst out, and several knights started to rush. Falling horse.

There was a sound of horseshoes neighing, and the leading man turned around in anger, only to see large plum blossoms suddenly appearing on the snow-white ground. If he looked carefully, he saw that they were actually blossoming blood flowers.

That beautiful figure rode up to him. He was wearing a white cloak and was spotless. He was holding two swords that were not stained by blood. His eyebrows were curved in an amazing arc, but there was no smile on his face.

"Wait a minute! Heroine, I know that my sins are serious. I am willing to go to the Yamen to surrender. I also ask your subordinates to stay——"

Whoosh!

Before the man could finish his plea for mercy, the woman waved her long sword in her hand, and another bloody flower bloomed, and the man fell off his horse with a plop.

The woman jumped off the horse and rummaged neatly through the luggage carried by the men. After a while, she found a patterned handbag. She put it away close to her body, then got on the horse, flicked her riding whip, and Juechen And go.

The sun is setting in the west, and in the northwest, the early spring evening wind still has a bit of winter chill. Not long ago, there was a thin layer of snow falling from the sky. However, the two women in thick coats were still at the door of the inn, regardless of the snow. Wait quietly outside.

Both of them had worries in their eyes. Suddenly, one of the women pointed to the distance and said in surprise: "Sister, look!"

The other woman quickly looked around and saw a beautiful figure riding a horse on the road that was the same color as heaven and earth. The woman couldn't help covering her lips with her hands and said in a low voice: "She's fine. It's great."

The woman in the distance rode a horse and stopped in front of the inn. She took out her handbag and threw it to the two girls. She smiled and said, "Fortunately, I lived up to my fate."

The two of them took the handbags and said gratefully: "Xiaxia sister Gao Yi, I don't know how we can express our gratitude."

"No need."

The woman bluntly refused, then called the waiter at the inn, picked up a jug of wine and rode away, leaving only two women who had received her kindness behind to say goodbye to her with great gratitude.

This heroine is a descendant of the guest from the red world - A Lan. She traveled to the Western Regions many years ago and returned to this northwest land after experiencing many twists and turns.

She is a well-known figure in the northwest desert. When she encounters injustice, she will take the initiative to intervene without anyone asking. But if she is in a bad mood, even if she builds a road with gold, she will I won't pay attention to it either.

Today, she happened to encounter a group of horse thieves who robbed something. She got excited and took the initiative to kill the horse thieves and get back the stolen property. The sun was setting, but it was a pity that today's matter was not over yet.

"Your Excellency has followed me all the way, why don't you come out and see me?" A Lan reined in the horse's rope and said without looking back.

After a moment, a long shadow slowly appeared beside A Lan, and a young man dressed as a Taoist priest walked out.

"Miss A Lan, I am a poor girl." The young man slapped his head.

"Yun Xi?" Ah Lan muttered the name, then shook his head and said, "I don't recognize you."

"I am a poor man but he recognizes the girl." Dongfang Fu took two steps forward and said, "The girl still remembers Huo Yunqi, Mr. Huo."

"Huo family."

A trace of memories flashed across A-Lan's eyes, and then she said, "Is that the man from the Sword-making Villa? So, are you here to seek revenge on his behalf?"

After the words fell, I saw a piece of flying snow drifting away. The sharp sword light broke through the afterglow of the setting sun and fell in front of Dongfang Fu in the blink of an eye. The latter quickly pulled out his sword to block it, but was still shaken back by the force. After taking more than ten steps back, even the sword in his hand was knocked away.

A-Lan's body fluttered to the ground. The two swords in his hands were arranged in front and back. A little below his feet, he saw wisps of breeze blowing. Thousands of flowers flew into the red plum blossom sky. In an instant, the sky and the earth were covered with the shadows of those flowers.

"Red Dust Sword Technique——"

Dongfang Fu raised his head and lost his voice, and then said hurriedly: "Girl, wait a moment, I am not here for grudges. Miss A Lan still remembers brother Lu Qiqi!"

Swish!

The flying flowers settled down, and a bit of cold light stopped between Dongfang Fu's eyebrows. A Lan turned his palm and put away the other sword, and asked in wonder: "You actually recognize him?"

After walking between life and death, Dongfang Fu's back was completely soaked with cold sweat. He took a breath and said, "Exactly, Brother Lu once sent me to Qingcheng Mountain to study art, and I received his favor."

"I see," A-Lan nodded, took half a step back, and put down his sword: "Then you came to me to find out about him?"

"Yes," Dongfang Fu nodded repeatedly: "Does Miss A Lan have any news about Brother Lu?"

A Lan glanced at Dongfang Fu and said tentatively: "You are a disciple of the Taoist sect. Judging from your swordsmanship, there are some shadows of Qingcheng's martial arts."

"Master Yushu Zhenren." Dongfang nodded again.

Ah Lan looked at Dongfang Fu for a while, and then said slowly: "The Beggar Clan and the Qingcheng Sect have never seemed to have much friendship, and the Beggar Clan has long since disappeared. What do you want to do with him?"

"Pindao." Dongfang Fu looked a little depressed, but then he cheered up and said, "A few years ago, there was a rumor in the world that Brother Lu had defected to the imperial court and was later assassinated by a master in the world. I want to know whether this is true or not."

Ah Lan let out a meaningful sigh, and then said: "Since you have come all the way to find me here, it seems that you don't think that your brother Lu will die so easily."

"Pindao doesn't believe that he will defect to the imperial court. There must be something wrong with this matter." Dongfang Fu said seriously.

"Yeah."

A Lan raised her eyebrows in disbelief, and she said calmly: "Then your intuition is quite accurate. He is indeed not dead, but I don't know where he went."

Dongfang Fu was pleasantly surprised at first, and then disappointed, but then he heard A Lan's teasing tone: "Even if I know, why should I tell you?"

"This"

Dongfang Fu was stunned. He had already heard about the reputation of this northwest heroine, and knew that even money and treasures could not impress her. She seemed to be just a person out of interest.

But then I thought about it, if the other party really has no desires and needs, why bother saying this.

Dongfang, who had figured it out, said seriously: "If Miss Alan has anything you need me to do, just ask."

"You are quite clever."

A Lan smiled slightly, turned around and walked aside, picked up Dongfang Fu's flying sword, threw it back to him, and then said: "Recently, a troublesome guy has been eyeing me. If you can take care of him for me, , I will tell you where Lu Qiqi is."

Dongfang Fu immediately agreed: "Okay, I have accepted this matter. Please also ask the girl to tell me the name of that person."

"It's up to you to discover this kind of thing yourself."

A-Lan laughed irresponsibly, and under Dongfang Fu's astonished eyes, she said casually: "That person also suddenly appeared in the past few days. Just like you, I thought that there should probably be some relationship between you two. Otherwise, they all come to me at the same time, and the northwest is not a good place."

At the end of the sentence, he was complaining. Ah Lan sheathed his sword, turned around and rode away. Dongfang Fu quickly asked: "How can I find a girl after this is done?"

A Lan chuckled lightly and waved his hand without looking back: "If you are still alive by then, I will come to find you."

As night fell, white snow fell one after another. The man and the horse quickly disappeared at the end of the street. Dongfang Fu sighed, put his sword on his back again, dusted the snow off his shoulders, and turned around to leave.

Dongfang returned to the inn where A-Lan had stayed before and asked for a room to rest. After nightfall, the weather became a bit colder, and it was difficult to see anyone on the street at midnight.

Thinking about A Lan's words at night, Dongfang Fu couldn't fall asleep no matter what. He tossed and turned in bed, but he heard the noise coming from downstairs.

"It's so late, why is there anyone here?"

It seemed that the waiter was complaining. After a while, the sound of opening the door sounded, and then the waiter was cursing: "There is no one, could it be a wild dog? Ah!"

The waiter downstairs couldn't help but exclaimed, because just after he closed the door and turned around, he found a shirtless monk staring directly at him from behind, without saying a word, just looking at him.

The waiter was frightened. He vaguely remembered that he had not seen any traces of footprints in the snow outside the door. Is this monk a human or a ghost? !

The trembling waiter asked in a trembling voice: "Guest, sir, do you want to stay in the hotel?"

"One upper room." Fortunately, the monk was finally willing to ask the question, and he also took out a piece of silver.

The waiter breathed a sigh of relief. Being able to give him money showed that the person who came was at least a person. He forced himself to send the person upstairs. At this time, Dongfang Fu, who was attracted by the movement outside, also came out.

The waiter smiled and greeted him, and just as the monk passed by Dongfang Fu, the other monk suddenly stopped and recited a Buddhist verse——

"The Bodhisattva of Great Compassion and Infinite Compassion."

The monk stopped, lowered his head, looked directly at the floor, and said to Dongfang Fu: "This Taoist priest dares to walk alone in the world at a young age. He must have learned his skills from that Taoist book. I have something I don’t understand and I want to ask for advice. Is that possible?”

Dongfang Fu glanced at the monk in surprise, and then said: "Excuse me, elder. I know everything I know."

"You said that yin and yang are divided into yin and yang, so there is good and evil in the world. Do you dare to ask, sir, can you tell the difference between black and white in this world?" the monk asked in a deep voice.

Dongfang Fu frowned and said: "I am a poor man with naked eyes. He only believes in what he sees. If the elder wants to discuss the scriptures and morality, he might as well go to the Central Plains Temple. There are eminent monks in Shaolin in the north and south. You can go there and ask for details."

"I see, then it seems that the Taoist Master is also a person who does not distinguish between good and evil, does not know right from wrong, and makes arbitrary judgments of right and wrong."

The monk sighed, and then his emotionless eyes became clear little by little, and the anger that was ignited in an instant filled his copper-bell-sized eyes——

"Those who help Zhou to commit cruelty should be killed!"

The monk shouted loudly, and a purple-gold light burst out under his feet. He raised a palm with one hand and made a fist with the other hand. The spinning purple-gold light wheel appeared around him, and he started fighting without saying a word.