Taking Marvel back to the Northern Song Dynasty

"lady….."

"Huh?" Xifu blinked and looked at the man beside him in confusion.

Facing the red clouds, her silver hair looked a bit eerie. The man stroked Xifu's hair and kissed her gently on the forehead. He was very cool and gentle, "Close your eyes. There is some dirt. My husband doesn't want you to see it."

"Ok!"

Xifu smiled brightly and slowly closed her eyes towards the setting sun. The sound of the wind whistling through her clothes was heard in her ears. A breeze carrying a familiar smell made her feel at ease.

As long as her husband is by her side, she feels there is nothing to be afraid of.

....

In the wine shop next to the mountain road, the sunset is like blood.

The black and gold robes looked too dark in the peaceful sunset. The old crow was croaking loudly in the distance of the mountain forest. The thirteen people in the wine shop were holding up their weapons and breathing heavily. The palm that the man just used was a memory. You Xin, coming here at this moment, the pressure it brings to them can be imagined.

They wanted to leave, but outside the wine shop, the man with tattoos on his face stopped them with a long gun. Finally, the man with silver hair came over. His face was cold and his voice was even colder.

"The governor's wife is kind-hearted and pure...but you are really filthy." Bai Muchiu's footsteps were getting closer and closer, her speed was getting faster and faster, and her words were filled with murderous intent. Recently, a disciple of the heavy sword sect felt a heavy pressure. He gasped and thrust his heavy sword horizontally. He couldn't suppress his roar and rushed over.

The heavy sword slashed horizontally and cut directly through, but the person on the opposite side was still walking without hesitation. Lin Chong was so anxious that he waved his spear and was about to grab him. He also said urgently: "Admiral..."

bang——

The sword edge slashed upward, but a hard sound came out. And the silver-haired figure actually walked over against the edge of the heavy sword. Suddenly, everyone felt chills stand on end. The figure suddenly stretched out a hand and pinched the neck of the heavy sword sect disciple, very quickly. Keep them from reacting.

"Let go of my junior brother - I will kill you!"

Anyone who reacted at this time immediately raised his heavy sword to strike, and bang—the sword was caught by the opponent halfway through the strike, and then there was another snap. Bai Muchiu turned his hand and slapped the sword, and then it flew away and rolled. , cut into a wooden pillar in the wine shop, and the outstretched hand opened to cover the face of the second Epee Sect disciple.

Between two breaths, the dust settled.

"When it comes to killing people, I have killed more people directly and indirectly than you, the sect behind you, and even the generations combined."

He said in a calm tone, walking slowly, dragging two struggling people on his hands.

Black color began to spread on their faces, followed by violent trembling, and plasma began to seep out of their mouths, ears, nostrils, and even their clothes. Finally, slowly, even the plasma turned black.

——Boom!

The two bodies stopped moving and fell to the ground black and limp, with bloodshot cheekbones exposed on both sides of their cheeks. Even if the remaining eleven people reacted, they were already helpless. The young man who led the heavy sword sect shouted: "Who are you? Do you know that the person you just killed was from my 'holy' sword sect?" people."

The white fingers were stained with blood, dripping all the way. When the young man from the Heavy Sword Sect just said those words, he suddenly felt that the world was spinning in his sight. The white-haired man rushed in without saying a word. The Northland Rangers also drew their swords and rushed forward. , the remaining four disciples on his side seemed to have rushed forward.

It's not that the young man has never seen blood, but the sudden pressure made him feel suffocated, and his brain was somewhat deprived of oxygen. He wouldn't believe the unknown person, especially what the person said just now, which was extremely arrogant.

.....

But when he came to his senses, there was blood in the wine shop.

A figure flew past his eyes, and with a bang, his head hit the ground, and his head was so broken that there was no trace of its shape. The surroundings were filled with rich blood, the ground was full of corpses, and there was a rotting stench.

Opposite him, a slender figure stood there, with no trace of blood on his black and gold clothes.

"No...no...it only took a while..."

The young man was so frightened that he could no longer lift the heavy sword in his hand. He didn't want to retreat, but his feet began to move. When I joined the Heavy Sword Sect, I suffered a lot and struggled to make progress. I just wanted to make my name in the world like the leader and make everyone respect me, but I suffered unimaginable hardships.

Now, he felt like a chasing dog. He was scared, then fell, and the sword in his hand fell to the ground. Finally, he picked it up again, remembering his identity, and gritted his teeth to hold himself up.

He raised his heavy sword and slashed at the man's head. Bai Muchiu's face was expressionless, and he didn't even blink. Then he stretched out his fingers to clamp the severed sword edge, pulled it away, and threw it into the sky.

Looking at the young man who seemed to be extremely frightened, Bai Muchiu lost interest, turned around and left, there was a woman worth protecting waiting for him on the hillside. When he left, he said in a cold voice: "I will let you live. Let me tell you, head, that it’s best to remove the word ‘holy’ and leave the word ‘Jianmen’, otherwise the governor will personally come to visit you in early May, and by then there will be no chickens or dogs left.”

--puff

The heavy sword fell and was inserted at the young man's feet, the sword buzzing.

.......

The sun was setting and the sky was dark.

Xifu sat on the horse, looked around, and shouted excitedly to the mountains and forests in the distance. Beside them, Bai Muchiu and Lin Chong were walking side by side, one asking questions and the other answering.

Bai Muchiu looked at the mountain, turned around and asked the person beside him who didn't have much to say, "Do you know who in the world, Master Lin, can insert needles into the human body and talk to people in their dreams?"

"Inserting a needle into the body? Lin has never heard of it." Lin Chong shook his head, then thought for a moment and said, "But maybe there is someone who knows, but he doesn't know whether he is dead or not."

"Who?"

Lin Chong hesitated for a moment and said, "'Gongsun Sheng of the Cloud Dragon', when he was in Liangshan, his martial arts were mediocre, but he had many tricks that made people think they were magic. He may know these heretical things."

"Um…."

Bai Muchiu looked at the setting sun with only half the sun left, and took a breath of the cool mountain air. "He is not dead. If he gets in touch with Coach Lin, he can inform the governor."

Immediately, he looked at Lin Chong and said, "I won't kill him."

The sun was setting, and the three men and one horse were now on the official road.

There, the carriage was ready. Lin Chong cupped his hands and said, "Admiral, Lin is eager to return home, so he left first."

Bai Muchiu nodded, put down the curtain, sat back on the couch, looked at Xifu who was sleeping on his lap, frowned, but in her heart she was thinking about the person who wanted to harm Xifu.

Apart from the third sister, the only one who can enter the bedroom is Xiao Ping'er. However, she has known him for several years. She has helped him with work conscientiously and has never complained when running around. But...she is the biggest suspect.

The other thing is the fanzi on duty in the inner house. It may not be surprising to see ulterior motives among them.

But who is it and what kind of chess game do you want to plan? Bai Muchiu couldn't think straight for the moment. Outside the curtain, on the other side of the mountain, the setting sun disappeared in the crack of the last red light.

Another night has come.

ps: Today there are only two updates of 5,000 words, which is a bit short. Sorry everyone, I mainly changed the title this morning, which took a lot of time.