The snow continued to stop, so under the proposal of Mr. Yang and the head of the 6th General Officer, he did not rush to get up and would stay here overnight tonight.

After the two leaders decided, they buried pots and made rice in front of the hut. A group of corpses and dozens of people from the business travelers sat together, creating piles of fires, and chatting about some things while driving away the cold.

The yard masters were not allowed to drink a few sips of wine by the 6th General Officer.

Li Fuyao, who was raising a sword, opened his eyes at dusk, took the two swords back to the sword box, and did not cook the fire behind him. He just stood under this big tree and watched the sunset.

In front of the hut in the distance, 6 Xiaowan and several female bodyguards looked here, wondering why this young swordsman would rather stand in the cold wind and snow than just come to roast the fire to drive away the cold.

Mr. Yang held a bowl of wine in the distance, looked at the young man in white robe, raised the wine bowl and asked from afar, "Young Master Li, why not get drunk?"

Li Fuyao shook his head with a smile, then tapped his toes, jumped up from under the tree, stood on the top of the big tree, looking into the distance with a calm expression, but there was only a little bit. No matter how big the wind and snow were at this time, there was nothing close to him, so his white robe was still not wet at all.

There are martial artists in the world who can do these things, but they undoubtedly need to spend a lot of energy as support. A real martial artist is definitely unwilling to do such things. After all, no matter how you look at it, it is not worth it. What is the most important thing when you walk in the martial arts world? What can you do if you don’t have your own fortune or life?

If you lose your life to show off, there are not many people who lose money.

Therefore, when you look at the world of walking, young heroes like to step by the river and like to lift their energy for several miles, but those old guys who have been famous have even felt it difficult to walk, and they wish they could sit in the carriage without moving, which would save a little effort.

When Li Fuyao stood on the top of the tree and made such a gesture, although there were a few female bodyguards still smiling in their eyes, Mr. Yang and 6 frowned without any trace for many years.

This young man still had the common problem of those young men in the world.

Fortunately, Li Fuyao seemed to be unable to support him with his aura. He fell to the ground in just half a quarter of an hour and his face was a little pale. Mr. Yang walked over with an umbrella, holding a wine in his hand, looking at Li Fuyao with a smile, and exclaimed: "Mr. Li's martial arts realm is not as good as the 6th general escort head."

Li Fuyao laughed at it.

Then Mr. Yang handed over the wine bowl in his hand. The latter shook his head, picked up the pot of cold tea, took a few sips before saying, "Drinking alcohol will make a mistake."

Mr. Yang slapped his forehead and said embarrassedly: "It seems like he is a veteran who has been walking in the world for decades. He is not as clear as Mr. Li."

Li Fuyao chuckled softly: "Drinking alcohol to drive away the cold is not a mistake. Why does Mr. Yang do this? Could it be that I have to drink this bowl of wine?"

Mr. Yang waved his hand and quickly leaned the wine in his arms. "There is not much wine at all. Mr. Li doesn't drink it, so he drinks a few more sips. It's really a matter of time. Even if Mr. Li changes his mind later, he can't do anything."

Li Fuyao shook his head helplessly and asked with a smile: "How did Mr. Yang and the 6th General Officer arrange for the vigil tonight?"

Mr. Yang said: "The old rule is that twenty people are all from the escort leader of the 6th General Office of Zhenyuan Escort Agency. You can't make any mistakes. Mr. Li doesn't have to worry about these problems. Now that we haven't arrived in Mianshan County, that underworld hero will never appear."

Li Fuyao nodded and stopped talking.

After Mr. Yang and Li Fuyao chatted for a few words, they said that they could have a meal. Li Fuyao and Mr. Yang walked into one of the huts. After using the meal, it was getting late. Li Fuyao found some dead branches and set up a fire under the big tree. Then he closed his eyes next to the fire to rest. During this period, 6 Xiaowan came. After chatting for a few words, the female bodyguard couldn't stand it and returned to the hut to rest.

Li Fuyao took the sword and raised the sword with his knees for half an hour. After putting it away, he leaned against the trunk of a big tree and closed his eyes to rest, as if he was really tired.

The sky gradually darkened, and the heavy snow had not stopped. From time to time, some rain and snow fell on Li Fuyao's face, and the latter seemed to have not noticed it.

At midnight, for some reason, after the first group of vigil fell asleep, the second group of vigils did not get up to continue vigil.

The entire hut was filled with breathing sounds one after another.

In the dark night, a figure walked towards the back mountain.

Not far behind the hut, just behind a small hill, there was a group of strong men who had been prepared for a long time to guard it for an old man with a hooked nose.

An iron knife was inserted beside the old man. The blade was dark red and inserted into the snow. It soon dyed a lot of snow on the side red. It was obvious that this knife had killed many people and stained with a lot of blood.

The man who walked here in the night saw the old man in gray robe, respectfully clasped his fists and shouted "Feng Gang Leader".

The old man in gray robe is Feng Qianshan, who is invincible in the southeastern generation.

The person who walked over in the night was not someone else, but the 6th-year-old 6th-ranking chief.

6 years ago, he said, "When the gang leader, everything is ready. Mr. Yang is on the hut in case. Things will basically be done. Brothers, please take away the goods without knowing it. I don't think anyone will know who did it."

Feng Qianshan sneered: "6, Chang Nian, so you want me to let those people go? I didn't say much. Put yourself in my shoes and think about it. If you were you, would you let those people go?"

6 He was hesitant for many years, "Since you can rob these goods, why do you have to commit another murder when you meet the leader of the gang?"

Feng Qianshan just sneered without saying a word.

6 My heart has been sinking for many years and I no longer speak.

Feng Qianshan patted his shoulder and smiled and said, "6th General Officer, you want to wash your hands and exit the world, and you need a pension bank. After a few years of happy life, anyone can understand. If they don't die, when they wake up, if they insist on asking you for trouble with the General Officer, you think you are living a stable life, it's better to kill them together, and burn them. No one knows that no one in the court has investigated. Will you live a more comfortable life after the 6th General Officer's change?"

6 years of gritting his teeth and nodding, "It's not difficult to have tincture oil in the fleet."

Feng Qianshan laughed, "You 6th General Officer's Head has long been thinking about it, but I said that before."

6 Changnian smiled bitterly and said, "Don't sarcasticize 6 whenever you meet the leader of the gang."

Feng Qianshan whispered: "You said before that there was a young man in the caravan with two good swords in his hand, but he was talking nonsense?"

6, long-term shook his head, "How dare I deceive Feng Gang leader? The young man's martial arts cultivation is extremely good. Unfortunately, he is still a young man. He can see that the two good sword lights in his hand are not ordinary. At that time, the gang will be reselling, so he must be careful. If this young man really comes from a certain good sect, I'm afraid it's a lot of trouble."

Feng Qianshan nodded and did not continue to investigate this issue.

He just waved his hand and smiled, "Let's go and see those two good swords with the head of the 6th General."

In the night, the group walked towards the hut where the business travelers and escorts were located.

After leaving for 6 years, Mr. Yang got up and went outside the hut. According to his intention, he wanted to get rid of the white-robed boy who drank the pot of ecstasy tea. After all, only this one among the people in this group was the biggest threat. The original Shaoliangcheng recruited people was a guise made by the escort agency, but he didn't expect to meet a young man with a strong hand. If it weren't for the doubts of the escort agency, how could Li Fuyao enter the caravan?

Now is the time to finish the game, and this young man deserves to die.

But when Mr. Yang, who was deliberately hiding the martial arts realm, walked to the big tree, Li Fuyao, who had been sleeping tightly, had his eyes wide open. He sat under the tree with a long sword on his knee, Xiaoxue.

The sword is in the sheath, and the man is sitting.

Mr. Yang immediately knew that this young man had been on guard against him.

He asked with some confusion: "How do you know we are going to do this?"

Li Fuyao said calmly: "I don't know, I just know that you have given me medicine in the tea, and you know that you have always hidden your martial arts realm. Now when you see, what goods should your target be?"

In fact, along the way, both of them had a very good idea. Li Fuyao did not show any abnormality. Even Mr. Yang's deliberate hiding cultivation was just a means of walking in the world to save his life, and he did not go into it too much. But at the beginning, what he stood on the top of the tree was the ambushers hiding in the dark. As for the pot of hot tea, there was indeed a problem.

Since there is a problem, you have to be careful.

Mr. Yang didn't speak.

Li Fuyao laughed and said, "Mr. Yang really can't be called the word "Mr.

Mr. Yang praised: "So much and it takes so much verbal effort. In fact, in the end, you have to see whose hands are hard?"

Li Fuyao nodded, "That's the reason."

"But before the fight, I want to ask you, are you just asking for money? Or are you still afraid that your deeds will be exposed and you must kill all the corpses?"

Mr. Yang laughed and said, "Walking in the world, life is the greatest."

Li Fu shook his head and said, "Why do you have to do this?"

Before he finished speaking, Mr. Yang had already passed away.

It swept past.

This move alone is enough to rank among the top ten miles in the Great Zhou world.

Mr. Yang, whose martial arts cultivation is not much different from 6 years, slapped it out with a palm, causing a whirring sound of wind, and wanted to solve this young man in white robe who seemed to be a little inquiring.

Li Fuyao held the hilt of Xiaoxue's sword and did not rush to draw the sword. He just sighed and said, "Man died for money and birds died for food."

Mr. Yang sneered: "These things don't need a young man like you."

Li Fuyao didn't say anything, but in an instant he had already drawn his sword. The sword light flashed, and the sword energy leaked for only a moment, as if it was covered with water and then disappeared.

Mr. Yang Da’s throat was cut with a bloodshot with a sword.

He covered his throat with disbelief.

Li Fuyao held Xiaoxue in his hand, with the tip of the sword facing down. The sword he had just now brought no trace of blood on the sword body.

Li Fuyao did not withdraw his sword, but just looked up at the distance, with a calm expression.

On that day, he went north with the caravan, just thinking about protecting Ichigo's caravan, but unexpectedly he really hit him.

6 Years of temptation, Mr. Yang’s poisonous tea, told Li Fuyao that there are many good people in the world, and there are even more bad people.

At the same time, the bandits and the gangster hero were almost approaching here, but at this moment, they were shocked to see a young man in white robe walking slowly in the snow. After they arrived in front of them, they walked into the crowd without saying a word.

Don't say much, keep going.

After half a stick of incense, all the bandits were killed, leaving only Feng Qianshan and 6 years old.

During this period, Li Fuyao's killing did not cause much noise. Therefore, even so, Feng Qianshan and Liu Changnian only thought that Li Fuyao was a master of swordsmanship and did not have any other ideas.

After the two looked at each other, 6 years of long-term draws their swords, and a sword passes by, stirring up a lot of wind and snow.

Feng Qianshan's iron knife in his hand opened and closed, and he was worthy of being the first person to use swords in Dazhou.

But under the attack of these two people, Li Fuyao only used two swords, one sword cut Feng Qianshan and one arm with one sword cut 6 years of arm with one sword.

The blood stained the snow in front of the two men.

Feng Qianshan, the gangster hero, never expected that such a young man who seemed to be completely imposing in front of him would let him leave his arm in just a moment, and now he was already ashamed.

6 The expressions of years are even more strange.

Li Fuyao lifted his sword, and the blood beads on the tip of the sword fell on the snow.

This young man who had been practicing sword for more than two years looked at these two people with a dull expression.

"Have you heard of the saying that a gentleman loves money and gets it well?"
To be continued...