The person who came was a middle-aged man who was downcast and haggard. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Allow me to insert two strokes to describe a general image of the person who came.

Of course, the author's writing is not good, and I am afraid that one or two strokes will not be able to describe the image of this person. If you are an ancient dragon fan, then you recall the appearance of Li Xunhuan when he entered the customs again in "The Amorous Swordsman Ruthless Sword": a car, a servant, a pot of wine, and a flying knife carved his beloved woman, how lonely and lonely.

Although this person is also like Li Xunhuan, with a blue shirt in one collar, a lonely and melancholy expression, wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, and full of sorrow and misfortune, he is different from Li Xunhuan.

When Li Xunhuan entered the customs, he sat in a carriage and followed a loyal servant, but there was only one middle-aged "Li Xunhuan". He didn't ride in a car because he thought it would make a person's stamina wane. He wanted to train his strength on foot. He didn't follow the servant, he was a prodigal son, and if the prodigal son had an attendant with the servant, it would make his will fade.

Li Xunhuan has been accompanied by wine all his life, but this person has not drank, because he is about to have a duel, so he must keep a clear head. He didn't even carve a woman's head with a knife, because no woman could make him engrave it in his heart.

His long-collared tunic was originally a dark blue, a sea-blue color, but it had faded from frequent washing, or rather because it had not been washed for a long time, and had become an indescribable color that resembled both polluted sea water and a sky with thick smoke.

A large bamboo hat covered half of his face.

If you take off his hat, you might be surprised to find that he has an ochre-black face, puffed cheeks, and a scruffy beard under his chin, as if he hadn't shaved in months, and as if he hadn't shaved since he had grown it, making him at least ten years older than his real age.

His lips were strong and linear, as if carved out of fresh marble. However, there was no trace of coldness on this face as strong as marble, but often smiled and smiled, but he smiled inexplicably, as if he was laughing at others and himself.

If you look closely, you may think that he didn't smile at all, because his face was born like that, when he laughs, when he doesn't, when he doesn't. His people are also as unpredictable as his laughter.

Behind him, he carried a bamboo basket with an iron sword stuck diagonally in the basket. Such swords were widely available, and a single silverquill could be bought at any blacksmith on the street. However, this sword makes people feel that he is different, and his body is full of unpredictable stories. The iron sword was pitch black, as if it was made of black gold, and it seemed to be made of white iron, but when it was refined, it was a little too hot, like rice that had been overheated, and it was paste.

An ordinary man, with a black iron sword, is going to forge his legend in this place.

Next to the black iron sword, there was a pot made of green bamboo, filled with wine.

People are ordinary people, and swords are ordinary swords.

Wine, of course, is not good wine - it is the kind of burning knife that costs a penny and a bowl.

Burn the knife, and the wine is as strong as a flame as its name.

Those who can drink this kind of wine must have a good amount of alcohol and are worthy of the title of "drunkard".

This man also looks like a drunkard, but this drunkard is not drinking at the moment, because he is here to go on a date, a date of life and death. Before such a life-and-death battle, he must keep his brain absolutely awake. He has been defeated twenty-nine times, and this time, he must not be defeated again, and if he loses again, he has only one way, death. Even if others don't kill him, maybe he will kill himself.

A person who has been defeated thirty times in a row has the face to live.

After chanting the sentence that he didn't know if it was a poem or a slippery word, he couldn't help but touch his neck. On his neck, from the base of his ear to his chin, there was a long scar, like the mouth of a monster temporarily closed. That's what he let his opponent keep in his twenty-ninth duel.

Whenever he was nervous or thinking about a problem, he would habitually touch the exposed scar. This scar would remind him at this time that he had failed twenty-nine times, and he must not fail again.

If you take off his clothes and count them carefully, you may be surprised to find that there are twenty-eight other scars on his back, chest, thighs, and lower abdomen. Moreover, these scars are all left by the same person. This person is a thousand enemies.

After each competition, Qiu Wanqian had to leave a scar on his body as the end of a victory.

After twenty-nine decisive battles, there is no longer any place on his body that can leave him with any more scars, so this time, he must not be defeated.

That's right, this person is Bai Xiaosheng.

-- The other day, he was still eating and drinking with his precious apprentice in Gun and Flower Villa.

Qiu Wanqian said: "It turns out that you are not dead yet, such a big thing has happened in Siping City in the past few days, only your precious apprentice is present, I thought you were dead." ”

Xie Qianchou touched the scar on his neck and said, "Even if you die a hundred times, I can't die." I know you think I'm cowardly, and if something happens, I'll only let the apprentice come out of the top tank, ha, I'm just to give my precious apprentice a chance to practice, you know?"

Speaking of this, he looked at Hu Jumei, and then at Qiu Wanqian, and suddenly smiled and said, "How is it? However, no matter how powerful he is, he is only my apprentice, but he still can't beat me as blue, the back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves, but he can't shoot me to death on the beach, but it hurts a certain brother, hahaha......"

Tiger Standing on the edge of the sword pointed to relieve a thousand sorrows, and suddenly burst into a foul mouth: "Get out!"

Xie Qianchou looked at him and said, "It should be you who should get out, whether it's down the mountain, or go back to your barbarians." Today is the day of my duel with Qiu Wanqian, what are you doing here? But my old man has the virtue of a good life, and he has no habit of beating water dogs. ”

Qiu Wanqian said: "This benevolent brother is not a water dog, but a noble prince of Nanyue." ”

Xie Qianchou squinted his eyes and said in a deep voice: "It doesn't matter what prince he is or the eighth prince, only if I delay my duel with you, there will only be one ...... in the end."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly struck.

No one would have thought that he would make a move at this time.

No one could have imagined that he would shoot when he said it.

When Hu Jumei saw him make a move, he only felt that his sword blade, which was as sharp as clouds and water, suddenly sank.

Above, there is a goose stuck in it.

A goose plucked out.