not bound

Indeed, Xue Zangxue is destined to become the biggest variable in Mo Quchen's plan in this life.

Mo Yuchen should have waited for the game to be arranged more securely, and when the time is ripe enough, he should turn the tables in one fell swoop, completely destroy Lingxi martial arts, take down most of the entire Lingxi country, and finally destroy the Chi country, and establish a world without the blood of gods and beasts and without the legend of the spirit sword. world.Even if it can't rule, it can be destroyed, and it is acceptable for him to break first and then establish.

It's a pity that there are always accidents in everything, and a good horse will stumble.

The first mishap came a few years ago.At that time, he controlled Yan Lang to lead the water from Xizhou into the Central Plains, and started the weapon destruction plan.But the young master Wu Yanheng intervened to make Yan Lang wake up inexplicably, and showed mercy to Xue Zangxue, the provocateur, and as a result, the whole plan was in vain.

It was the end of August in 1002 in the new calendar, and the Chonghua flowers were blooming.

Shiyuan, the town of hunting deer.

The land of Shiyuan Kingdom is long and narrow, with Yanlang Bay at the southernmost point.

This bay is located in the most dangerous sea area of ​​the Burning Sea. The strange and unpredictable storm vortex, dangerous and sharp reefs are enough to make countless men who went to sea to be crushed to pieces along with the sea boats, and buried in the stomachs of fishes.Until now, even the most experienced helmsman dare not go from the waterway to Yanlang Bay easily.

It is much easier to enter Yanlang Bay by land. From the capital of Shiyuan Kingdom all the way to the south, about thirteen hundred miles, there is a valley that is rarely visited by people, named Yanlang Valley, and at the end of the valley is Yanlang Bay.

Under normal circumstances, a place where the climate is hot all year round but the vegetation is unusually tall and luxuriant usually hides unknown dangers.Flame Wolf Valley is such a place.

And Lielu Town, this dilapidated town at the east corner of Yanlang Bay, backed by Yanlang Valley, is such a dangerous and weird existence.

Huge wooden piles protruded from the sea propped up long dilapidated wooden walkways, extending from the sea to the inland. Many planks have been eroded by the waves over the years and become decayed and hollow. Every once in a while, the townspeople will replace them with new planks. Fill those holes.Over time, the old and new boards are intertwined, and the road surface has become more mottled and vicissitudes.

The houses here are all built on wooden boards and spread out in circles. Every house is separated by aisles. The wooden railings protruding from the second and third floors of the houses are connected with each other, and the heights are scattered, so that the whole town stands firmly in the sea breeze.

It is rare for outsiders to appear in the town. It is estimated that there are less than ten outsiders a year, and half of them are fishermen who survived the shipwreck.The residents of the town will look at these outsiders with curious eyes, as if they are undiscovered rare animals in the Flame Wolf Valley.

Objectively speaking, it is very appropriate for someone to regard this place as an unknown secret stronghold, remote and inaccessible.

Three days ago, two groups of mysterious men in white met in Deer Town by land, sea and land.

What is surprising is that when this town is full of people in white clothes coming and going, shuttling through the alleys and winding waterways with great fanfare, as if some strange party is really held here, the townspeople They didn't respond at all, as if they were used to it.Every morning at dawn, the steady and clear sound of iron strikes, accompanied by the shouts of fishing nets, echoed over the town as usual.

The sun is high, and the only tavern in the town is still lazy and leisurely.Outlying towns often had no accommodation, and taverns were the only places in town willing to entertain outsiders.

There are still not many customers today.

The little waiter with almost nothing to do took a nap on the gray but polished long wooden table, and the stern-faced middle-aged boss sat at the counter and stared at the proprietress who was posing in front of the window, with drooping cheek skin She was trembling faintly, but she didn't know why she couldn't help it.

Sitting against the wall is a table of people in white clothes. The people at this table are regular customers. They are there almost every day during this time. They have the habit of seaside people. They like to eat fish and shrimp, and they whisper while eating.

A gray-clothed man in his thirties walked into the tavern, holding a jug of spirits in one hand and a small cup in the other, and walked towards the fence by the window very slowly and steadily step by step. The wind around him was inexplicable. There was a chill, which made goosebumps all over the proprietress's body, and she froze. She retracted the fingers around her hair little by little, and stuck them to her side obediently.

The man had mottled white hair at the temples, and his ordinary appearance was almost lost in the crowd. His pair of light gray eyes glanced at the boss as if looking at an insignificant bug, and then looked away.It's just this glance, somehow there is a sense of repulsion that makes people afraid to approach, so that the coquettish proprietress dare not strike up a conversation easily.

There was also another person who made the proprietress afraid to talk to him. He was the only guest sitting by the fence. He just arrived here this morning and said that he was a survivor of a certain shipwreck and got lost here.

This person is dressed in a green shirt, with his back leaning against the railing, his right heel on the bench, and his left foot dangling on the table. Looking at his thin figure and black hair tied up casually, he looks like a young man with a weak crown. There are no facial features, only a frost-colored mask with two black holes poked in the eyes. I can't tell what kind of material it is, but it feels eerie and weird.

The Chi Country on the west side of Yanlang Bay is vast and peaceful, but it is a pity that it is impossible to cross over the Qianzhangping Mountain Range.Lanzhou of Xiguo in the east is rich and rich, but it is a pity that they are across the sea and it is difficult to cross the sea.Coupled with the dangerous terrain, barren land, and frequent shipwrecks, people with a little foresight have already moved out here, and now only some stubborn and conservative fishermen are left to live here.

Therefore, to come to Yanlang Bay at this time of year, and to sit and drink in a tavern so leisurely, it is absolutely impossible to be a survivor of a shipwreck!

"Young man, this one is not bad, how about a table?"

The man's voice was full of vicissitudes unique to middle-aged people, and his tone was gentle. He raised the flagon and shook it, and sat down without waiting for the boy's consent.

Under normal circumstances, normal people will be somewhat repulsive or disturbed.But the young man in blue just tilted his head slightly, glanced at the man in gray, and then stretched out a finger to flip the long parcel on the table inward, symbolically expressing, please do what you want.

The boss's face seemed out of his control, and he was shaking more and more.

"Want to drink?" the man asked while holding the flagon.

Before the boy could reply, he heard the man say again: "Well, don't drink it, you are still young and don't understand the taste of it."

"Isn't it just the local soil scorpion wine? Adding glaciers perilla can't get rid of the fishy smell. It's too bad to drink. Who cares?"

His voice is not loud, it seems that he is still in the period of changing his voice, a little deep, but he can't cover up the clearness in the ending.

"Oh? You know how to drink?" The man's eyes lit up, as if he had found a confidant.

"Humph."

Obviously, the two of them met for the first time and found a common topic through wine, and they also started chatting.

I saw that one of them drank by himself after talking for a while, and the other responded slowly after a long time.It seemed like he was talking to himself, but he didn't look embarrassed at all.

The world is far and wide, folk customs, myths and legends, unknowingly, the two eccentrics chattered about each other for more than two hours.

After drinking the last sip of wine, the man in gray raised his glass and asked casually, "Traveling here?"

The boy looked intently at the row of small flowerpots hanging on the railing, but did not reply.

In the flower pot is a newly budding flame orchid, the light blue petals are faintly covered with hot red, I don't know what the flower will look like after it blooms, maybe it will be like a flame?

Time seemed to have stopped at this moment, and when the man almost thought that the boy had been tapped at the Ya point, the boy replied indifferently.

"No, kill the thief."

"These?" The man used interrogative sentences, but there was no trace of doubt in his tone.

He shook his hand holding the cup towards the men in white clothes in the tavern, the backs of the men in white clothes at the table froze for a moment, and they stopped whispering.

The boy didn't speak, his gaze was turned away from the distant outside, and he looked back at the man in gray.

Two people, two pairs of eyes, two lines of sight meet together, close at the touch of a button.

One is indifferent and paranoid, hiding the indifference of all beings.

A gloomy and forbearing, with a ruthlessness that could destroy the world.

"What about you?" the boy asked.

"Looking for relatives and friends." The man laughed after he finished speaking, as if he didn't even want to believe the words. There is no difference, everything has changed.”

The man gently placed the jug and cup on the table and got up.

"Seeing you, I seem to see the old me. It seems that I am indifferent by nature and cruel. But once I trust someone, it is easy to be deceived and easy to lose." He put away his smile, and there were still some tears in his eyes. With a shallow smile, "But this one, I still want to bet on you to win."

"I hope to see you again, young man." The man lowered his head and took a deep look at the boy, not knowing whether to hope or regret, "By then..."

The boy unconsciously stopped the swaying of his feet, stretched out his hand to caress the mask, and his trembling fingers slowly settled down when they touched the unique coldness of the mask.

The trembling was not from fear, but from excitement. The pressure from the strong made his blood boil.

"If you don't get drunk, you won't return." The boy said.

"Okay, if you don't get drunk, you won't return." The man smiled.

"I'm Yan Lang."

He announced his name.

This name has been abandoned for many years, and even I almost forgot it, but I don’t know why I suddenly want to tell this young man I met for the first time, as if only this person has the qualification to know this name, and he is the only one in the world who can know it. Remember the name.

"They all call me son shameless." The boy said.

Yan, no Yan.

Coincidence, or fate?

"What a coincidence."

Once the man was in the sun, he walked slowly to the door, and very casually picked up a long red scythe that had been hanging on the door wall for an unknown amount of time.

The moment his hand touched the sickle, the brightly colored cold weapon suddenly woke up like a hibernating snake, exuding an extremely dangerous aura.

You must know that from the time the man entered the door to when he was seated, Xue Zangxue seemed to have been watching from a distance, but in fact his attention never left the man.But even so, he didn't even find out when the weapon was put there!

I saw the slightly arched back of the man, against the backdrop of the imposing and straight long scythe, he seemed to be getting old in an instant.