It's dusk, the dead trees are bare, and the jackdaws are chirping.

The sound of horse hooves was approaching, like knocking on people's heartstrings, and they fell on the stone slabs with a sound; eight strong horses galloped over, the gravel trembled under their hooves, and dust flew up. They finally passed the tea house, but their eyes were on

A torn golden ring paused on the ground for a moment, and there were blood stains on the ground that had not been covered up by the dust. Finally, they saw the man sitting by the window.

They should have seen it, because there was no one on this street for a long time. Everyone was huddled at home, hiding behind doors and windows, cautiously peeking outside, as if it had become an empty town with no living people.

Therefore, the pool of blood and the golden ring on the ground appear particularly clear.

They really should see this person, because no matter who it is, they can't ignore this person. The red sun is setting in the west, with green clothes and black hair. The person seems to be a little disgusted and brushes the smoke coming from the horse's hooves, as if he loves it very much.

There is no room for dust in his clothes.

Then he said, "If you want to leave, hurry up, the dust is too big!"

Soft words, spoken in a light tone.

"Who are you?"

On these eight horses, eight people were sitting, dressed exactly the same, presumably belonging to the same force.

They all wore green cloth arrow jackets, tightly tied at the wrists, green handkerchiefs on their heads, and a pair of pointy shoes on their feet. Under their leggings, they could faintly reveal their tucked-in white socks. They all looked fierce.

They have cold eyes and cold expressions, and agile skills; each of them also carries a sharp steel knife on his back.

Su Qing took out the invitation from her arms slowly, then raised her finger and pointed at "Fengyun Inn" and said, "Those who go there."

When he said this, the eyes of the eight people changed.

"Who are you?"

Su Qing said with a warm smile, "My friend, Su Qing, is just an unknown person. He picked up an invitation on the roadside when he came here and wanted to join in the fun!"

"Hmph, excitement is not something you can just gather casually. An unknown person can actually break the golden ring of the "Red Hair Gang". I believe you will become famous in a few days!" A swordsman with a long and dark face said.

After speaking, he reined in the reins with one hand and held the riding crop in the other. His words were cold and there was a sneer at the corner of his mouth.

Hearing this, Su Qing blinked and said with regret, "Oh? Only one person is famous? Then it seems that I should break all the rings of those nine people, and the fame will definitely be bigger, which is insignificant."

I don’t take much fancy to your name!”

"Nine people? Nine red-haired heroes?"

The eight swordsmen looked at each other with fear and vigilance in their eyes, and whispered "Su Qing" in their mouths. However, no matter how hard they racked their brains, they couldn't think of when there was such a person in the world.

Still refusing to admit defeat, he said coldly, "Haha, what a big statement, let's wait until you get out of the inn alive. Since you have a grudge with the "Red Hair Gang", their gang leader will definitely not let you go!"

Su Qing's eyes lit up and asked, "Does that mean if I break their gang leader's golden ring, my reputation will be even greater?"

The eight people looked at each other, frowned upon hearing this, then spat and cursed unfavorably, "Qingqing is a madman, wasting our time, I advise you to buy a coffin quickly, lest there be no one to collect the body by then!"

Su Qing shook her head in disbelief and said with a smile, "Oh, man, how can you live this life without being crazy? Otherwise, you will remember everything clearly. There are so many people you meet in your life. If you write down them all, wouldn't it be too tiring?

some!"

However, the eight swordsmen no longer looked at him as if they were avoiding a madman and a plague god. Instead, they galloped towards the "Fengyun Inn". When they passed the door, the eight swordsmen drew back their hands at the same time, and all the steel swords behind them were unsheathed, and then

A wave of his hand.

The sword's light was like lightning, and it had already left his hand.

A moment before and after.

"Take it!"

There was a sudden muffled sound.

The flagpole in front of the inn shook, and when I looked again, there were rows of bright steel knives stuck on it. From top to bottom, the handles of the swords were still shaking and trembling, and the red silk on the handles made a "whoosh" sound.

Rolled up, it seemed to blend into the last afterglow.

But the eight swordsmen had already disappeared into the gloomy twilight, and could only be seen fading away from the smoke dragon.

Su Qing pursed his lips, as if watching the excitement, his eyes filled with strange colors. He cherished his leisure time now. After all, outside this teahouse, there was another river and lake. It was almost dark, and he was about to go out.

After leaving this building and entering this world, I'm afraid I won't be able to sleep and eat in peace from now on.

Moreover, there will definitely be people coming.

Until the fiery red on the horizon dimmed little by little, and the twilight became as thick as ink. In the sporadic dimness of the sky, a fast horse suddenly ran out of the street, with the sound of hoofbeats. Those who were still in shock and had just gotten up, now

He hurriedly hid again.

A horse is approaching with great force, its hoofbeats are like rushing waves, sweeping across the stone street.

It was a snow-white white horse, with no trace of color visible from head to tail. It whinnied and roared, but it was strange to say that just as it was about to pass the tea house, a pair of strong and thick arms suddenly exerted force, and the black iron

As if pulling the reins with five fingers, the white horse suddenly raised its head and raised its body, its front hooves standing upright like a human being.

On the horseback was a naked-chested man with a beard. His exposed muscles were bulging, as if they were made of copper and iron. He looked straight at the bright red invitation on the table with a pair of tiger eyes. He spoke in a deep voice.

Men Lei asked, "Where did you get this invitation?"

"Picked it up!"

Under the glowing firelight, Su Qing leaned against the window and smiled gently.

The black man's eyes first opened, then narrowed, and he smiled coldly.

"Since I picked it up, it's not yours and you have to return it!"

Su Qing was surprised and said, "Could it be yours?"

The black man glared. "If you don't give it, you will die!"

Su Qing looked at him, smiled lightly and said, "How arrogant!"

"Hey!"

As he spoke, the black man's eyes widened even more, like a copper bell, his light burst out, he shouted loudly, his whole body trembled, he stepped on the stirrups with both feet, exerted force with his five fingers, and pulled the reins; the white horse suddenly stood upright.

He stood up, raised his front hooves high, and stepped towards Su Qing.

"call out!"

Su Qing smiled and said nothing. She just flicked her wrist and the two thin chopsticks she held flew out.

The black man stepped on the pedals and stood up with his back bent. He suddenly saw two black shadows coming towards him. He leaned down and pulled the horse's neck with both arms. The white horse seemed to be pushed aside and neighed repeatedly.

As soon as the white horse's front hooves fell, the black man jumped down, roaring like thunder, and just shouted "Hey!"

The five fingers clasped together, causing the black tiger to dig out the heart. There were no palm prints on the hands, only thick calluses.

"puff!"

The candles that had just been lit seemed to be caught by the fierce wind, swaying and trembling, and then suddenly extinguished.

But the moment the candle went out.

"Choke!"

The trembling sound suddenly rose, and just before the fire light dissipated and was about to be extinguished, the black man saw the person in front of him. He put away the invitation casually with one hand, and touched and twitched his waist with the other hand.

Three feet of white light has leapt into view, flickering like willow catkins in the air as if wrapped around a finger.

"Soft sword?"

The black man looked at the sword on Su Qing's back, and then at the soft sword in his hand. His expression changed drastically, and he was filled with shock and anger. However, the white light had already wrapped around his right arm like a snake, and the sword tip crossed his arm.

The cold light was exposed, only to turn from top to bottom under his surprised and horrified gaze, and sank into his armpit.

A stinging pain came over me, as if the tendons had been torn apart and the tiger's claws were no longer able to hold on.

Just as he was horrified, the three-foot white practitioner wrapped around his neck with a strange trembling sound like a soft whip.

"ah!"

I don't know whether it was shock or fear, but he was now in the air, with a heavy breath in his stomach, and he dropped like a thousand catties. A cold light rolled past the top of his head, bringing up a few strands of broken hair. Before he could take a breath, the rolled-up sword

The body was suddenly shaken upright, and then rolled to the other side, this time it was entangled.

The black man had a pale face and said in a sharp voice

"you,"

The words were about to be spoken, the sword was withdrawn, and the sound suddenly stopped.

His lips moved, as if he had something to say, but he struggled to move. When he turned around, he staggered three steps and saw a red mark as thin as a hair slowly emerging on his neck.

"Pfft!"

Blood mist spurted out, and the black man fell to the ground and died in the middle of the street.

The blade of the sword shook like a whip, and all the blood beads dispersed. Su Qing stood up and turned his right hand, only to see three feet of soft fingers wrapped around him, climbing up his waist like a snake returning to its burrow, and put it into its sheath.

Looking at the corpse on the ground, Su Qing murmured, "It seems that my idea is right. No matter how loud the noise is, you will still die!"

Outside the window, a white horse was neighing and its owner was dead. It seemed to be aware of it, turned around and ran towards the other end, disappearing in the dusk clouds and west wind.

The waiter was pushed out by the shopkeeper, smiled uglier than crying, and said tremblingly, "Sir, we are about to close!"

Su Qing smiled, threw down a few pieces of silver, pinched a few sweet and glutinous preserves, left the teahouse, and walked towards Fengyun Inn.

When he arrived at the door, he looked at the golden ring on the wall, and then at the eight steel knives on the flagpole. After thinking about it, he just shook his sleeves and put his left hand on the wall.
To be continued...