This is winter.

The sky is covered with heavy snow and the wind is freezing.

I haven’t seen such heavy snow in many years. The sky is covered and everything is blurry. Pedestrians and vendors on the street have wrapped their robes and gray coats over and over again. However, these clothes are thin, no matter how tight they are wrapped, the cold wind always blows.

If you can find a crack to get in, you will shiver from the cold.

It's the middle of winter.

In Baoding City, in front of a magnificent mansion, there are carriages and horses like dragons. The guests coming and going are either dignitaries or world-famous heroes, either martial arts giants, dignitaries, or even wealthy businessmen from all over the country. Their status and status are neither ordinary nor rich.

That's expensive.

"Xingyun Village!"

In the vast expanse of snow, three characters were engraved on the front of the door, attracting the attention of countless visitors, who respectfully offered congratulatory gifts and announced their names.

"Iron courage shocks all directions. Qin Xiaoyi, Mr. Qin is here!"

"The Untouchable Zhao Zhengyi, the great hero Zhao is here!"

"Master Tian Qi from Luoyang Mansion is here!"

"Master Moyunshou Gongsun is here!"

…

Each person with a name and surname evoked a burst of exclamation every time he mentioned it.

In today's martial arts world, there have been disputes among martial artists in the world since "Baixiaosheng" arranged the weapons list more than ten years ago, but the number of truly recognized top masters is actually limited to just one.

Ranked first is of course the "Tianji Stick". In terms of seniority, Old Man Tianji became famous before the famous hero Shen Lang, and his martial arts skills are even more unfathomable. However, this man's magic dragon has never seen its beginning and end, and has been extinct for many years.

Ranked second is the "Dragon and Phoenix Golden Ring". Although Shangguan Jinhong is famous all over the world, for some reason, he has avoided the world for a long time and has never easily set foot in the martial arts world. Therefore, most people only hear his name but never see his person.

Third, "Xiao Li Feidao" lived in seclusion outside the customs for many years and disappeared.

…

In the end, those who are left are the new generation replacing the old ones, the masters who have risen in the world in the past ten years.

In front of the gate, a pair of couplets written by the royal family are still there.

"One school has seven Jinshi, and the father and his son have three beauties!"

Today is not an ordinary day. It is the day when the young master of this mansion turns ten. The birthday celebration of a little child is actually comparable to a grand martial arts gathering. Heroes from all over the world are invited here. It is undoubtedly a celebration for

The owner of the village, Mr. Long Si, has great face.

However, if I really want to elaborate, ten years ago, this mansion was not called this name.

However, as time goes by, it is not just a river and lake that changes.

The mansion was lively, and the beggars in the city also took advantage of it. After a banquet, all the uneaten leftovers were distributed to the beggars in the city, and even the wild dogs came to fight for them; people and dogs competed with each other.

Fighting for food, such a scene, Zhuang Ding seemed to see the excitement, smiled from ear to ear, and occasionally provoked, leaving only a few beggars fighting for their lives with wild dogs for a bite to eat, blood spilled on the snow, and waited until the end

, then he dragged his bloody body and limped away with the food in his hands.

In front of Xingyun Village is an alleyway. The alleyway and the long street are diagonally opposite each other for only ten or twenty steps. There is an inn there.

At the door, a bare flagpole towered into the wind and snow, as if something was missing.

“Yelai Inn!”

The shopkeeper was over sixty years old, with gray hair, and was wearing an inconspicuous gray-brown cotton robe. He looked at the excitement at the entrance of "Xingyun Village" and sneered.

Although Long Xiaoyun is well-known in Heshuo, he relies on the huge foundation of the Li family in the past, and later made friends with people from all over the world to gain such prestige.

It's a pity that the Li family was such an amazing family at the beginning, with a scholarly family background, tassels and tripods, and a prominent family. In the end, they have been running such a large business for several generations, and they actually took advantage of this guy. A mere child's birthday celebration can actually do such a thing.

With such a big pomp, I'm really afraid that the world doesn't know what Long Xiaoyun is capable of.

But a sneer is a sneer, and all he can do is smile. There are many villains in the world who talk about benevolence, justice, and morality, but secretly are sinister and hypocritical, and there is no shortage of such a villain.

It was a banquet, until dusk fell, and the carriages and horses in front of the village gate gradually dispersed.

Business at the inn was deserted.

In this snowy day, who wants to go out and get cold?

The dusk snow gradually deepened, and lights gradually lit up in the dark night.

The old shopkeeper shouted to the waiters, rearranged the tables and chairs, and waited for the door to close.

The wind and snow were like knives, and the long street in the dark night was completely silent. Only the wind and snow howled, swirling and drifting between the sky and the earth.

Faintly, a weak cough came from nowhere, venting the last breath of life. Such heavy snow is enough to freeze many people to death.

The old shopkeeper seemed to have heard it, and sighed helplessly. He put his hands in his hands and shrank his neck. Seeing that the night was getting darker, he stood up and prepared to close the door. The wind and snow blew in, like a knife scraping people's flesh.

Just as I was walking to the door, I saw green eyes suddenly lighting up in the narrow alleys, passing under the firelight. They were extremely hungry wild dogs, waiting to see the bites in their mouths.

The old shopkeeper's face changed as he saw the round thing hanging out of his mouth, and he cursed "beast".

It's actually a head.

If you show disgust, close the door.

"etc!"

But I heard a voice drifting gently from the street and fell into my ears, which was extremely clear.

The old shopkeeper was startled when he heard the sound, and subconsciously looked towards both ends. However, the place he could see was only a few feet away. The night was as thick as ink, and coupled with the wind and snow, it was difficult to search in all directions.

As he watched, his eyes suddenly widened and his old face trembled, and he saw a few meat-eating wild dogs not far away as if they were hit by a giant hammer. Their bodies exploded one after another without even making a scream.

He was completely dead in the blink of an eye.

The strange scene made him tremble when he saw it. He quickly closed the door without waiting for anything.

But as soon as I regained my sight, I pushed the door open, and on the long street, a figure seemed to be floating, without touching the ground, swinging straight from a distance, with its black hair flying in the wind, as if there were waves.

There was a crisp ringing sound, which made his hair stand on end.

His face was blue with fear.

It wasn't until the man stopped and slowly landed in front of him that he saw clearly that he was a human being.

Moreover, he was an extremely handsome man, with flesh and blood so white that it seemed as if there was no blood, and his brows were as cold as ice.

Don't wait until he can take a breath.

The man had his hands behind his back, stepped into the inn calmly, and said at the same time: "Where is the person holding the flag?"

The old shopkeeper's face was green and white now, and he looked even scarier and uglier than if he had seen a ghost.

He jumped one or two feet in one step and ran five steps in a row. He had already taken out a blue Burmese sword from behind the counter. He pointed the tip of the sword and said in a sharp and surprised voice: "Who are you?"

But immediately, he seemed to have lost his soul, his whole body became weak, his head was covered with cold sweat, and the sword in his hand was trembling.

The man in green in front of him just glanced at him lightly, turned his hand, and took out a green mask from his arms, which was shaped like a dragon's head, weird and cold.

"Where is the one holding the flag?"

This sound was somewhat deep.

Asked again.

"thump!"

The old shopkeeper was shaking like chaff, dropped his sword and knelt down. He was frightened and said with a trembling voice: "My subordinate, Chen Er, see the dragon head. I am the one who holds the flag of this city!"

Su Qing's eyes flashed, she pondered for a moment, and said:

"Get up!"

He turned his gaze and glanced in the direction of "Xingyun Village" in the distance, his eyes showing contemplation, and then his eyelids trembled, and he saw the snowflakes in the sky outside the door suddenly flowing against the current, turning into clear writing.

…

Name: Su Qing

World:Xiao Li Flying Knife

Identity: Grand Dragon Head of Qinglong Society

Mission: Unify the martial arts world

Process: None

…

"It seems that I have been away for some years!"

Looking away, Su Qing raised his sleeves, closed the wooden door, and said calmly:
Chapter completed!