Devil Sword in Jianghu

Although it is late summer and early autumn, the sun is still so hot during the day.

Traceless slouched on the slouched little donkey, drooping his head and drowsy.

A withered yellow leaf fell quietly and danced in the air like a butterfly.

After leaving Yueyang without trace, he went all the way south. He remembered the last words of yueliu mountain... Guiyang dragon

Guiyang is easy to go, but what does dragon mean? A dragon? Isn't that looking for a needle in a haystack?

This trip seems to have a purpose, but it is aimless.

Along the way, instead of looking for the blood Linglong that could save his life, he seemed to be traveling.

He suddenly opened his eyes when the leaves of Zhiqiu fell in front of him and gently crossed his pale, thin and angular face like a knife.

"Uh uh"

The little donkey also seemed to be hit by leaves and suddenly stopped.

Once the traceless eyes are opened, they are clear and bright.

"Up! I planted this mountain and I... Opened this tree! If you want to live forever... Stay and sell road wealth! "

I saw a young man with a blue cloth towel wrapped around his head, a blue jacket, trousers as big as a lantern, a pair of knot straw sandals on his feet, and a pair of shiny black feet staring at a pair of eyes that didn't seem to wake up but desperately opened.

He was as thin as a bamboo pole, holding a mountain chopping knife with a weight of more than 20 kilograms. He said a few words and grabbed a strand of messy hair on his head. It seemed that he was trying to think about how to say that word.

The boy was as thin as traceless, but he was nearly a head higher than traceless. He stood there like a bamboo pole with its branches and leaves removed.

Gritting his teeth and holding the mountain knife, he sweated heavily on his face and shook his body from side to side, as if he would fall down at any time.

Behind him stood four young men in short coats and carrying a single knife. They were all less than 20. One was smaller. It looked like 15.

Traceless Ben was sleepy on the donkey's back. At this time, he suddenly came to spirit.

"Are you tired?"

He looked at the boy holding the knife and suddenly grinned. The sun was shining.

"Tired, tired to death!"

The boy seemed relieved. He hit the ground with a "bang" of his mountain knife. He still bent down slightly and breathed heavily.

Suddenly, he found something wrong and raised his knife to stand as straight as a bamboo pole.

"I'm a robber! Take out the valuable things and don't kill you! "

Traceless "ha ha" smiled, raised his hands slowly and said, "do you see anything valuable on me? If you say meat, you and I are almost the same. If you say bone, how many more will you have? Otherwise, you can smash some? "

The young man was stunned and finally realized that he was too hard to hold the knife, so he carried the mountain chopping knife on his shoulder and turned around the little donkey with shaky steps.

"That's it..."

Then he pointed to the little donkey and said.

He stared at the young man and the little donkey.

"Why? The seventh master of Tang has a crush on you, a broken donkey. Take him back to kill him and boil bone soup. Don't you want to? "

The boy seemed to find the feeling of being a mountain king. He wiped his nose with his left hand and was very proud.

"Tang Qi? Where's your brother? "

Traceless slowly climbed down the donkey's back and said with a smile.

Tang Qiyi was stunned and looked back at the four teenagers standing far away. He was stunned for a while.

Then he shook his head and said, "I didn't come, but I can clean up without him!"

Now it's the turn of traceless fool. It's really jealous.

Tang Qi stretched out his hand to pick up the reins on traceless's hand. Traceless handed it over honestly, as if he was reluctant to give it up and patted the little donkey's neck.

His eyes suddenly smiled a little confused and evil.

Tang Qi took the reins and was very proud. This boy, you're lucky to meet my Tang seventh master. As long as you're a little broken donkey, you don't want your life!

The little donkey didn't resist. He limped around with Tang Qi and walked forward.

The four youths immediately came up and said as they walked, "boss, it's powerful! The boss takes the hand and comes to the donkey! "

Four people gathered around the little donkey and praised again and again.

"Unfortunately, I'm a little thinner and have no meat! Monkey three, you go to the town and sell some jars of wine. We'll kill it tonight and drink! "

Tang Qi was proud and looked like a mountain king.

Before the four were happy to understand, the little donkey suddenly showed two rows of snow-white donkey teeth, "Er, er, er," and shouted.

The people were stunned. The little donkey suddenly turned around and made a loud noise, "poof", releasing a super long donkey fart.

Tang Qizheng was about to turn around. He felt as if he had been hit by a giant hammer on his ass. he couldn't help flying in the clouds and flying a foot away. He fell firmly and gnawed at the mud.

The four teenagers had already covered their noses and jumped away, stunned one by one.

When he saw Tang Qi kicked away by the little donkey, he hurried to help their mountain king.

"Ouch! Ouch! This little broken donkey! Dare to kick you, uncle Tang Qi! Ouch!... "

He staggered to his feet among the four people. He didn't know where to throw his mountain knife. He put one hand on a teenager's shoulder and the other on his ass.

The little donkey seemed very proud, shook his head and tail, and showed his teeth at them.

Without trace, he stood with his hands crossed and looked at Tang Qi with a smile on his face.

Tang Qi's face had been rubbed and bleeding, and his nose was bleeding. His appearance was very miserable.

"You can't even beat my donkey. Do you want to rob?"

Traceless smiled, smiling pure and innocent, heartless and heartless.

It seems that I was not robbed by them just now, but begged them to rob, but was kicked by my little donkey.

"Chop him!"

Tang Qi highlighted a mouthful of blood foam and gnashed his teeth.

The four looked at the proud donkey, and one said timidly, "brother, this donkey... This donkey... Knows Kung Fu, but it's hard to chop!"

The other three echoed.

"Useless things, who told you to chop donkeys and people!"

Four people, look at me, I look at you, but no one dares to go.

"My donkey has a bad habit of kicking three people at a time, otherwise it won't be fun. You'll come over two and let him kick his ass?"

Traceless said carelessly. While talking, a pair of shining eyes swept around the people.

At the same time, the four turned their hands back to cover their buttocks. Tang Qi lost his support, screamed and fell to the sky. His just kicked buttocks were right on a stone, howled like a pig, and jumped up suddenly.

"Boss, let's go back first and keep the green mountains. We're not afraid of no firewood! Let's find a chance to deal with him later! "

The 15-year-old boy fought with his teeth, but it was him who clearly said a complete sentence.

Tang Qi's buttocks hurt as if they were going to crack. Knowing that he couldn't get well today, he turned around angrily, looked at no trace, gritted his teeth and said, "boy, what's your name? Dare you tell Tang Qiye? "

Without trace, he smiled and walked slowly towards the little donkey, who suddenly raised his head and shouted.

Tang Qi was surprised. He couldn't wait to hear traceless say his name. He held a man in one hand and ran back to the mountain lamely. Behind him came a small but very clear voice: "my name is traceless!"

Looking at the five people leaving in confusion, he patted the little donkey without trace and said, "I said, man, can you lower your feet gently next time?"

The donkey bared its teeth and shook its head.

Without trace, I looked around carefully and saw that there were dense woods around, and the road under my feet was obviously not an official road, but a mountain path.

He let the donkey walk by himself, and people and donkeys fainted. Unconsciously, he took a wrong road, left the right way and entered the mountain forest.

Look up, it's past noon, the stomach is empty, and the wine in the gourd is already empty.

He rode on his donkey and turned back down the mountain. Fortunately, there was a small wine shop built on a straw shed by the road at the foot of the mountain.

There was no one in the wine shop. A man in a gray coat of 40 was lying on the table and sleeping.

Traceless came to the hut and awakened the man.

The man opened his bleary eyes, looked at no trace, stared for a long time, and then asked, "Sir, do you want to drink?"

Seeing traceless nodding, his eyes showed brilliance when he was neutral, and his sleep swept away.

"Give it a few kilograms first."

Traceless pointed to the drooping donkey standing outside the hut.

The man was stunned and shook his head.

"I have no forage here."

"It's not forage, it's wine."

The man looked at the traceless clear and bright eyes, and at the languid donkey as thin as a monkey outside, his eyes widened.

Traceless wants a jar of wine, a plate of beef jerky and a plate of peanuts.

The man opened the wine jar without trace, and a strange light flashed in his eyes.

Seeing traceless raise the wine jar and drink it on his back, the smile on his mouth became more and more insidious.

Wine is not a good wine, dry and hot throat. But for those who haven't drunk for a few days, it's a very sweet wine.

The man watched him finish a jar of wine and didn't fall down as he thought. Instead, he drank more and more and couldn't help staring again.

He was very nervous and watched seamless finish drinking, and packed a plate of beef jerky.

Finally, his face trembled, his eyes showed a fierce light, quietly took out an ox ear sharp knife from his arms and stabbed him from behind.

Although Wuji drank a jar of wine, his ears and eyes were as smart as before. Traceless suddenly turned back and knocked on the man's wrist.

The man's wrist hurt and his knife fell to the ground. His eyes showed fear.

"Why?" Traceless eyes were clear, without a trace of anger.

The man's eyes suddenly darkened, "Hi" sighed.

It turned out that the man was a villager of Hehua town nearby. Because of the drought in Hehua Town, there was no grain harvest and no inheritance of oil and rice at home, he thought of opening a black shop here and plotting the money of passers-by.

There wasn't any powerful poison in his wine, just some ordinary perspiration.

But where did he know that traceless was injured by cold poison when he was young, and then he soaked in potions in Yaoxian Valley for more than ten years and drank soup medicine for more than ten years. He himself is a "poison man". How can ordinary poison hurt him?

Traceless silently took out a ingot of silver from his arms, put it on the table and said, "don't hurt people anymore. Keep it for a serious life!"

The man cried bitterly and vowed never to do this harmful activity again. He cleaned up the wine shop immediately and wanted to go back to lotus town.

A man and a donkey, full of wine, immediately full of energy.

He asked the way south to Guiyang. One man and one donkey left slowly in the man's surprised eyes.

Not far ahead is lotus town, a beautiful and rich town.