The sword is worth a thousand gold, and the clothes are beautiful and fresh.

Luoyang has always been a famous city.

There are as many travelers here as crucian carp crossing a river, rubbing shoulders and rubbing heels.

There are many restaurants on both sides of the street, with luxurious decorations. There is a constant stream of people coming in and out. From time to time, you can hear the melodious singing of the singers and the melodious sound of the piano in the restaurants.

It was dusk, and the Luo River flowed through the city everywhere.

All the famous art galleries are decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations, and there are many warblers and swallows soliciting customers at the door.

Jianghu people hang out here and regard it as a gentle place. Literati and poets drink here and often fight over a certain beauty until they blush and throw away their money.

If we talk about the rivers and lakes outside of this place, it's like drinking blood while riding a horse's knife.

Then the rivers and lakes here are filled with chivalrous tenderness. Hundreds of steelmaking have also turned into softness around the fingers in the gentle land. The fragrance of wine is more feminine than the smell of sweat and blood.

Ba Dao retired to Luoyang many years ago and became a shrewd philistine small businessman.

He has long forgotten the ruthless knife of the past, and only sees the warmth of his wife and children at home, and he even no longer touches the knife.

Even if I use a knife to peel a pear, I won’t do it myself.

A swordsman who has withdrawn from the world of swordsman is no longer a swordsman. The hand that once held the sword so steadily will tremble and make him feel sick when he picks up the sword again.

However, the tree wants to be still but the wind does not stop.

When a person is in the world of martial arts, how can he simply wash his hands in a golden basin and erase his past fame, fortune, and grudges?

On this day, the wind blew up.

A mammoth giant eagle with a wingspan of more than ten meters, like a dark cloud, carrying the oppression of the black cloud that is about to crush the city, arrived in Luo City carrying two figures.

One of them sat firmly on the big ice jade chair, sitting as if he were on a hill. His bright tiger eyes looked down in the strong wind. The light in his eyes seemed to be like the bulging muscles on his body, full of intimidation and power!

The other person is elegantly dressed in red, with flying black hair, threading needlework, and a majestic look between his brows. His expression is indifferent but he has the arrogance of looking down on the heroes.

In a deep mansion in Luoyang City.

Ba Dao, who was smiling as he watched the ancient-looking man lifting a bucket of water from the well, suddenly felt an inexplicable throbbing in his heart, as if he was on a whim.

This feeling was not unfamiliar to him.

When he was wandering around the world as the owner of Jueqing Manor, he had this feeling of strong warning when he was threatened many times in life and death.

But when he felt this way, he would be alert and full of stronger fighting spirit, and would often cut the enemy into ten or eight sections with the knife in his hand.

But now, he felt cold all over his body, inexplicable fear, and his tone was trembling, "Xiao Gu... put down this bucket of water, you go out first and buy some oranges for me."

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