In the martial arts world, he threatens Yin Susu from the start.

At that time, Zhu Wushi will have no choice but to obediently become a knife in his hand.

After thinking it over, he bid farewell to the women.

Gu Hanyuan, stepping onto the Dragon-Slaying Sword, soared into the sky.

"Flying on a sword" towards the Tianshan Mountains, it soon entered the territory of the Ming Dynasty.

We drove quickly, and the temperature continued to drop.

Large, fluffy snowflakes fell from the sky.

Even Gu Hanyuan's vision was affected by the heavy snow, and in order to avoid flying in the wrong direction, he had to slow down his "flying on a sword".

"Ok?"

Gu Hanyuan suddenly frowned.

Looking down, my gaze passed through the vast expanse of snow.

A look of surprise flashed in his eyes, and a playful smile appeared on his lips.

"interesting……"

The ground beneath our feet is covered in snow, and the cold wind is biting.

A horse-drawn carriage came from the north, its wheels turning rapidly, kicking up clouds of snow dust.

The driver was a burly man with a thick beard.

At first glance, it seems nothing special, but there is a fierce glint in its eyes.

Only when looking into the carriage does my gaze soften.

He's clearly someone with a story to tell.

What's even more intriguing is what kind of person was sitting in that carriage, someone that would make such a man guard him like a loyal dog.

A deep, resonant voice, full of vicissitudes, faintly drifted from inside the carriage.

"Life is full of contradictions, and no one can escape them."

The carriage curtain was lifted, revealing a weathered face that perfectly matched the voice.

His eyes were lined with wrinkles, each one a testament to the worries and misfortunes of his life, yet his eyes remained youthful.

These were strange eyes, seemingly emerald green, like willow branches swaying in the spring breeze, gentle and flexible, or like the sea under the summer sun, full of delightful vitality.

Seemingly affected by the merciless cold wind, his slightly thin body began to cough, his lips pressed against his pale skin.

The servant said softly:

"Young Master, it's snowing heavily, and you might catch a cold. Let's go back to the car."

Just as the man was about to heed his servant's advice, his gaze suddenly froze as he looked at the solitary figure walking alone in the distance.

He was a thin boy.

The boy walked slowly, but without stopping.

Although they heard the sounds of carriages and horses, they never turned around.

He had neither an umbrella nor a hat. Melted snow trickled down his face and neck. He was wearing only a thin garment and a long bamboo stick in his hand.

His back was ramrod straight, and he was as tough as iron; neither ice and snow, bitter cold, fatigue, exhaustion, nor hunger could break him.

Such a unique young man would attract anyone who saw him.

The weathered man sighed and murmured, "In this kind of weather, I never imagined that someone would have to suffer in the freezing cold. I think he must be a very lonely and pitiful person. Chuanjia, catch up with that boy."

The servant called Chuanjia sighed inwardly, "Young master, aren't you also a very lonely and pitiful person? Why do you always only know how to pity others, but forget yourself..."

However, he obeyed the order and drove after them.

Approaching.

The boy's face came into view.

Even though he was still a bit green, he had a very handsome appearance.

If nothing unexpected happens, his parents must have excellent genes.

The conversation between the two was quite interesting.

The weathered man tried to persuade the 147-year-old boy to get in his car and give him a ride, and even offered to buy him a drink.

However, the boy was unwilling to accept the other party's kindness.

"I will never take anything that I didn't buy myself, and I will never drink wine that I didn't buy myself... Have I made myself clear enough?"

That's a very unique answer.

One might suspect that his upbringing was more interesting than one might imagine.

Gu Hanyuan had already recognized the identities of the three people below.

The story revolves around Li Xunhuan, a weathered man; his servant Tie Chuanjia; and A Fei, a spirited young man.

An ordinary person would definitely be drawn to the world-renowned Li Xunhuan.

However, Gu Hanyuan's attention was focused on A Fei.

This is because Afei has a stunningly beautiful mother named Bai Feifei.

Afei is her son with the famous swordsman Shen Lang.

Just by looking at Ah Fei's handsome appearance, one can roughly guess how beautiful Bai Feifei must be.

In the story, Ah Fei mentioned that his mother had died ten years ago.

However, Gu Hanyuan did not believe that the peerless Ghost Palace Master could have died so quietly.

The only one with clues about Bai Feifei's location is A Fei.

He was very interested in Bai Feifei, who had once played the female lead.

A glint flashed in Gu Hanyuan's eyes as he leaped down from the Dragon-Slaying Sword and landed lightly on the carriage.

He said leisurely:

"How can such murky wine be worthy of 'Little Li's Flying Dagger'? I, Gu, have brought fine wine; would you do me the honor of sharing a cup, Li Tan Hua?"

Chapter 661: Don't thank me yet, I'm not here to be friends with Li Tanhua.

The slowly moving carriage came to a sudden stop.

Afei and Tie Chuanjia both looked at Gu Hanyuan, who had suddenly appeared, in astonishment.

Let's set aside his appearance, which is far more handsome than Ah Fei's.

The sheer agility of Gu Hanyuan's landing silently on the roof of the car was enough to shock and alarm them.

If someone with such superb lightness skill intended to kill them, they probably wouldn't even have a chance to react.

Afei was even more shocked than Tie Chuanjia.

Although he didn't know the name of the martial arts he had learned, both his swordsmanship and lightness skills were extremely exquisite.

This was the first time he had ever met a master whose lightness skill far surpassed his own.

And judging by his age, he's not much older than me.

Even in terms of appearance, the dashing and natural Gu Hanyuan looked younger than the tired and hungry A Fei.

Li Xunhuan also came out of the carriage.

Looking at the handsome and ethereal Gu Hanyuan, she was filled with surprise.

I never expected to meet two such peculiar young people on my return trip.

Li Xunhuan coughed lightly twice, his face appearing even paler.

But he smiled gently and said:

"Thank you, my friend. How could I refuse such fine wine?"

Tie Chuanjia said urgently:

"Master!"

He gestured to Gu Hanyuan, whose origins were unknown, that they should not drink his wine rashly.

However, Li Xunhuan simply shook his head, stopping Tie Chuanjia from trying to persuade him.

It wasn't just because Li Xunhuan was a heavy drinker and very curious about the "fine wine" Gu Hanyuan mentioned, but also because of Gu Hanyuan's unique demeanor and temperament, which made him want to befriend him.

Gu Hanyuan smiled calmly:

"Li Xunhuan truly lives up to his name; his magnanimity is unparalleled. But before we drink..."

As he spoke, he vanished in a flash.

When he looked again, Gu Hanyuan had already grasped Li Xunhuan's wrist, placing three fingers on his pulse with a slight frown.

Gu Hanyuan's lightness skill once again shocked the three of them.

The most shocking one this time was Li Xunhuan.