"After the accident of the young marshal back then, Shen has sworn that he will never step into the rivers and lakes again in this life, but he is more or less unwilling, and occasionally thinks of the past, these hands, he can't help but pick up the sword!"

Shen Jianjun clenched his hands into fists, and then suddenly spread them out, staring at the calluses in his palms in a daze.

These hands have held knives for twenty years.

should have held a knife for the rest of his life, but three years ago, the knife was hung in the high hall, and he lived in seclusion in this small town with only about 100 households, dealing with farmland and tea plantations all day long.

Song Que and the others were silent, and they had relatives.

At the beginning, the first person to take the initiative to get rid of the clan and decide to leave the Ning family was the young man in front of him, you must know that at that time, he was at his peak, and his prestige was close to the eight heavenly kings of the Ning family.

The first person under the eight kings, only General Shen is the only one.

At the same time, he is also the only person in the white guard who can enter the clan with a sword.

"Brother Shen, we brought your battle knife." Song Que was emotional, and with a wave of his hand, the two white-clothed guards behind him held up a war knife wrapped in red satin.

Even if the satin is wrapped in layers, it is still difficult to hide the bright brilliance of the blade.

On that side, Jiang Liu'er and the residents of Peach Blossom Town were stunned one by one, gasping, they looked at Shen Jianjun's gaze at this moment, with a little more awe and a little more complicated emotions.

At the beginning, every time this young man sat at the door and passionately depicted the past events of the rivers and lakes, the residents of the town had a perfunctory attitude of watching the excitement.

Occasionally, he also sarcastically said, if you are so powerful, you will not succumb to Peach Blossom Town and become a country farmer with the loess of the sun facing the sky.

Every time he was suspicious, Shen Jianjun smiled and did not refute.

It's just that now that I think about it, the laughter at that time was somewhat helpless and remembrance.

Shen Jianjun took the battle knife with an excited expression, untied the outer layer of silk, and in an instant, a touch of snow and brilliance shone so brightly that it was close to the human eye.

Hold the hilt of the knife in your right hand and hold the tip of the knife in your left hand and cross the knife in front of your chest.

At this moment, he is already tall, he can really afford to say a word, who dares to cross the knife immediately, only I am General Shen!

"Blue wolf, long time no see." Shen Jianjun smiled, his index finger flicked the blade, and suddenly there was a burst of trill, crisp and pleasant.

Jiang Liu'er was silent for a long time before she dared to approach Shen Jianjun hard, first raised her eyes and glanced at the war knife called Blue Wolf, and then carefully tugged at the corner of Shen Jianjun's clothes.

A pair of big bright eyes, shining from time to time, wanted to continue to look at the knife, but his heart was nervous.

This young boy likes to stick to Shen Jianjun's back the most, like a follower, although he has now realized that Uncle Shen in his mouth is really a big man who stands up to the sky.

But in my heart, I still stubbornly believe that Uncle Shen is Uncle Shen and has nothing to do with anything else.

Shen Jianjun grinned, squatted in front of Jiang Liu'er, and said softly, "Do you want to touch the blue wolf?" ”

Jiang Liu'er's eyes widened, as if she was not used to this kind of unexpected joy, and nodded numbly.

In the end, he was lucky enough to touch this war knife, inch by inch, and his tentacles were cold.

"Uncle Shen is leaving here." Shen Jianjun rubbed Jiang Liu'er's little head and motioned for Song Que and the others to leave first.

As soon as Jiang Liu'er heard this, her eyes instantly turned red.

"Manly man, don't cry." Shen Jianjun scolded with a smile, hugged Jiang Liu'er with one arm, and whispered a few sentences, which were counted as the final farewell.

The little toddler, while hesitating to follow the entrance of the town, cried and cried, and was reluctant.

"Uncle Shen, when I grow up, I will go to you." The boy shook his fist.

The sun was setting, hitting his slightly immature cheeks, full of pride and ambition.

Shen Jianjun carried the war knife on his shoulder, and suddenly turned his head, "Stinky boy, I'll wait for you!" ”

……

When the red medicine returned to Fengtian again, he found the yellow cripple sitting in the courtyard drowsy at a glance.

She chuckled twice, swept by with a vigorous stride, and immediately climbed up to the yellow cripple's neck, and then grabbed his hair with both hands, swaying from side to side, full of joy.

"If you don't ride a horse, you have to ride me?" Huang Cripple scolded with a smile, and then his tone became warmer, "Little girl, long time no see." ”

Hongyan rarely showed a bright smile.

Ning Chen stood under the eaves, looking at the old and the young, and was moved.

At the beginning of the deep house compound of the Ning family, except for herself, Hongyao seemed to be unwilling to deal with anyone, the only one who could talk about friendship was Huang Cripple, and occasionally when she was bored, she sat on a thin horse and motioned to Huang Cripple to take her around.

Over time, the relationship is irreversible.

How can we not be happy to meet again now?

"Little girl, get on the horse, the old man will take you around?" Yellow cripple suggests.

Hongyao turned his head and glanced at Ning Chen.

Ning Chen nodded, waved his hand, and said, "Go ahead." ”

After the old man and the young left, Nalan Guanyin appeared in front of her, her brows raised slightly, and there was an uncontrollable excitement in her tone, she said, "Your white-clothed guard, it's here." ”

Ning Chen habitually rubbed his face, and his expression appeared in an instant.

Nalan Guanyin felt a little inexplicable emotion in her heart, it seemed that just now, through Ning Chen's expression, she guessed something, she closed her eyes and whispered, "Now I, should I call you Ning Hetu or Ning Chen?" ”

"Whatever you want." Ning Chen smiled and knocked on Nalan Guanyin's smooth forehead.

Nalan Guanyin was a little uncomfortable with such intimate movements, her face was pink, and she was stunned in place.

"I'm going to tell you something, you remember to go to bed at night, the chickens have been idle for the past two days." Ning Chen laughed, and coldly squeezed Nalan Guanyin's round buttocks, with moderate strength, like a dragonfly dotting water.

Nalan Guanyin, "......"

On that side, Ning Chen had already gone out.

The Academy of Fine Arts is very large, and it is close to the early hours of the morning, so it is quiet everywhere.

When he arrived at the entrance of the back garden of the Academy of Fine Arts, the first figure appeared.

Ten steps later, a second figure appeared silently.

Ning Chen walked forward step by step with his hands behind his back, and every time he took a step, a figure emerged from the darkness and followed the team silently.

When Ning Chen, Huang Cripple, and Red Medicine finally met, one hundred and eight generals, one hundred and eight, not a few, all appeared.

Ning Chen suddenly turned his head, his eyes bright.

"Young marshal!"

"Young marshal!"

"Young marshal!"

Everyone clenched their fists, and the team was neat.

Ning Chen looked around at the white-clothed guard in front of him, his expression was emotional, and when he saw Shen Jianjun, he smiled knowingly, "Shen Jianjun, Ben Shuai wants to stand in Fengtian now, so I ask you, can you do it?" ”

"In this world, there is nothing that the white guards can't do, let alone standing in Fengtian, that is, swallowing the entire south, I, the white guards, can do the same."

Shen Jianjun's laughter was like thunder, and his tone was sonorous.

Ning Chen hummed, turned around, and snapped his fingers, "Let Nalan Sukang come over to see me first." ”

Naransukan.

This young boy, who had laughed at Ning Hetu in public for dying well, would never have dreamed that because of this sentence, he was tied up from thousands of miles away to Fengtian City in the middle of the night......