Chapter 941

There was a misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, but there was a bloody rain.

Su Bai didn't know how much shock his arrival had brought to the calm Jianghu for a long time. His sword had not been defeated in more than 90 battles in the Jianghu. His sword was called the closest person to the sword God Xie Xiaofeng.

But many people feel that Su's defeated sword has surpassed Xie Xiaofeng, but there is still a lack of that war.

However, this does not affect that people in the Jianghu regard Su Bai as the first person in kendo in this era, and countless swordsmen regard Su Bai as the last step to the altar and challenge Su Bai with ambition. None of them lost.

At first, Su Bai didn't kill these challengers, but he soon suffered the bitter fruit. In the future, no matter where he appears, there will be a large number of challengers, which makes him increasingly worried.

"False fame is really the most tiring..." Su Bai gently played the ancient sword and a series of blood flowers swayed down. He looked at the timid challengers around him. He was a little upset. It was like seeing a group of flies waving. Instead, he yearned for Xie Xiaofeng living under Cuiyun peak and beside Lvshui lake, drinking a pot of light tea and basking in the sun leisurely.

"I suddenly want to drink that pot of tea, and I don't know what the taste is." Su Bai casually inserted the ancient sword into the scabbard. He has carried the ancient sword for two or three years, which means he has left the green water lake for two or three years. Su Bai doesn't know the specific time, just like he doesn't know how much blood he has stained on his sword, but the only thing Su Bai remembers is the way to Cuiyun peak.

Su failed in the past two or three years, but he didn't go back. At the moment, he especially wanted to go back.

Su Bai is an activist, but he will take action when he has this idea in his mind. However, he also knows that he is destined to be restless along the way, because he has been used to swaggering in the past two or three years and can never hide his whereabouts. Many people must know his whereabouts.

Su Bai still remembered that when he first came out of Cuiyun peak, it was early summer, but when he returned this time, it was a cold winter.

The wind is cold and the snow is cold, just like those killers dormant in the snowy night.

Su Bai rode a withered horse and came to the snow. Su Bai saw the horse on the road. He probably thought that the horse was old and could not even do farm work. The owner's family wanted to kill it for the winter. Su Bai was too lazy to walk and bought it.

"Do you know the advantage of killing people in a snowy day? The advantage is that you don't have to deal with the aftermath when you kill people, and the snow will deal with the aftermath for you." Su Bai patted his horse gently, and his other hand held a wine pot, which contained no wine, but clear water.

Su Bai felt that his only constant habit over the years was not to drink. He had been wandering in the Jianghu for so long, and he had not learned to drink and eat meat. He felt that drinking too much would paralyze his nerves, so the speed of sword would be slow. It seemed unreasonable, because with his real strength, even drinking the strongest wine every day had no effect on his body, But the quick defeat made sense, so he was still used to drinking water, even though it was winter.

"Kill..." in the wind and snow, the sound of killing suddenly sounded, and dozens of dazzling sword lights burst out from the snow, like meteors in the night.

"Hiss..." Su Bai's old horse was immediately frightened and ran around, whining.

"Don't be afraid." Su Bai gently patted the horse's back. He didn't even look at the overwhelming sword light, tied the wine pot to his waist, and then calmly pulled out the ancient sword on the horse's back. It was a very slow and beautiful movement, as soft as the wind. Just when the sword was handed out horizontally, all the sword light shrouded burst, The corpses were like kites with broken strings, falling in the wind and snow, and the blood stained the snow all over the ground.

"Why bother?" Su Bai sighed softly. The sword had been sheathed. If it weren't for the corpses on the ground, who would know that he had been out of the sword before.

Su Bai calmed the horse's mood and continued to move forward. However, when he passed a corpse, he tightened the reins. He looked down at the corpse in the wind and snow. There, a pair of black eyes like gemstones were looking at him innocently. Then, a baby cry suddenly sounded, breaking the killing in the wind and snow.

It's a little girl. She shouldn't be old.

Su Bai picked up the baby in the body's arms and frowned slightly. This feeling was like that he encountered two choices that might be the answer to the question when he was doing the math multiple-choice question, which made him at a loss.

When Su Bai was two or three years old, he was not a newcomer. He also knew the truth of cutting the grass and eliminating the roots.

But looking at the baby's eyes as clear as the spring water in the mountains, Su Bai couldn't do it again. He sighed and immediately smiled bitterly, "I'll take her back. Xie Xiaofeng won't think this is the seed left by my romantic debt outside..."

"With children, why care about the so-called fame and bring children..." Su Bai looked at the body on the ground, shook his head and held the baby in his arms for fear that the cold wind would damage him.

Maybe he was afraid of being killed by Su Bai, or Su Bai's superb swordsmanship completely frightened those stupid people in the Jianghu. After that snowy night, Su Bai never encountered an ambush again. It's hard to be quiet. No, it's not quiet, if you put aside the little one in his arms.

The emerald cloud peak in cold winter is white with snow.

The green water lake with rippling green water has also been frozen, and the lake surface is as smooth as a mirror.

Su Bai took out an old umbrella, got off his horse, stepped on the stone steps and walked to the grass house.

A fire pile was burning in the house, dispelling the cold in the wind and snow.

Su Bai stood outside the hut and looked at the fire. He couldn't help laughing and said, "you're not afraid that fire will burn your house..."

Su Bai's voice seemed to disturb the old man in the thatched cottage. The old man raised his head. His hair was pale and older than the previous two years. The only constant was his eyes, just like the old well in the yard, as if nothing in the world could set off the slightest waves.

But when the old man's eyes looked into Su Bai's arms, it was rare to have some changes, some stunned and some surprised.

Su Po shook the snowflakes off his umbrella, put it away and put it in front of the hut, then pointed to the baby in his arms, smiled and said, "don't think too much, she's not my flesh and blood."

With that, Su Bai stepped into the hut and walked to a wooden table.

There was a pot of boiling water on the wooden table. Obviously, the old man had just made a pot of tea.

Su Bai was like going home. Without the old man's consent, he poured himself a cup of tea, sipped it gently, and then drank it all.

"The taste..." Su Bai thought about the tea for a long time. He once thought that when he drank the tea again, the taste of the tea should still be sweet and astringent. But now he drank it, but he couldn't say the taste for a moment.

"Wow..." a baby cry suddenly sounded in the hut. Maybe it was su Bai's action that startled the sleeping baby in his arms, or maybe he was hungry. The baby began to cry.

Listening to the cry, Su Bai felt that the tea in his mouth had become extremely bitter, bitter, so bitte