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The four great families of Tanglin have now become yesterday's yellow flowers, and the Tanglin War, how many men in the rivers and lakes have turned into dry bones, and the family has fallen, and it is difficult to recover through the ages. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"The first Xiao of the aventurine rhythm, the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting are the first, the pipa is the soul of the willow catkins, and the iron bones and silver needles are smiling. ”

This limerick poem, which represents the power of Tanglin, has now become a playful language in the mouth of Huangkou children. In addition to the Liu Xiao family, the other Jiang and Mo families have long disappeared in Tanglin City.

Just like twenty years ago, the Ling family of the former Divine Sword Villa, after one night, the rivers and lakes were rumored to be famous without the Ling family, as if they had never existed.

It is said that time washes everything, and the human heart is the most forgetful.

This sentence is indeed not wrong, who remembers the original Divine Sword Villa, but it is ranked before these four great families.

And before the four limericks, there was actually one more sentence, but many people have forgotten it.

The sword qi volleys in the sky, the first Xiao of the aventurine music rhythm, the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting are the heads, the pipa is the soul of the willow catkins, and the iron bones and silver needles are laughing.

This is the former division of forces in Tanglin, and the Ling family of Shenjian Villa is the former overlord of Tanglin.

Today's Fengbodu has long lost its former prosperity, and in front of the valley with beautiful mountains and rivers, it is the former Shenjian Villa Mansion.

The glory of the former Excalibur Villa has faded, and it has decayed in the change of years, and the gorgeous courtyard is in tatters. The plaque symbolizing Excalibur Villa is crumbling in the wind.

The mansion was covered with cobwebs, and weeds grew in the cracks of the bluestone floor.

Even the water in the pond was now muddy, and occasionally a golden fish came to the surface of the water, which looked as thick as a bowl. People have to sigh that even the fish that used to be the size of a finger have grown fat, and there is nothing in this world that will not change.

As for the pavilion of the house, it is even more empty, not to mention the gold and silver jewelry, porcelain bowls and jade have long been gone, and even a decent table, chair and bench can not be seen.

What can be found is either arms and legs, or broken holes and crooked cracks, so miserable that people can't bear to look at them directly, obviously those who have a clear conscience and come here to take care of the sheep did not take a fancy to them.

Such a place, it is estimated that in addition to the wild dogs will come to patronize, even beggars dare not enter, after all, people are afraid of death, and the Divine Sword Villa, which was slaughtered overnight, is a murderous mansion with a bloody mouth open in the eyes of ordinary people.

When I first came here to steal treasures, they all came in groups, and they had the mentality that people died for money, and birds died for food. Now that there are no treasures to steal here, they naturally won't take their lives seriously.

Even people in the rivers and lakes rarely set foot on this land, and people have become accustomed to such a comfortable life over the years.

It's just that on this morning when the sun is rising, three riders and one rider stepped on the dust and smoke from afar, and came towards the storm.

The people who had just gotten up and were busy were all stunned by this mighty battle.

I haven't seen such a person enter here for many years, but now there are people here, and I don't know what happened here.

The people's eyes, watching the three fast horses whizz past them, and watching the carriage disappear into the end of the street, they were all confused, and they couldn't figure out what kind of sacredness this was.

You see, isn't that the direction to which the murderous house is going?

Someone pointed to the end of the street and said loudly.

People looked in the direction he pointed, and couldn't help but wonder, where was the famous murderous mansion in Fengbodu, and the once beautiful Shenjian Villa.

So, many people put down their hands and followed curiously, wanting to see who was so bold as to break into that murderous place.

Three fast horses, a gorgeous carriage, slowly stopped in front of the gate of Shenjian Villa.

Two teenagers and a middle-aged man with a pockmarked face jumped off the horse and stood in front of the gate with the reins of the horse.

In the gorgeous carriage, two slender women with light eyebrows walked out, followed by a small girl with a delicate face.

Several people stood in front of the door of the Divine Sword Villa with different expressions, staring at the once famous mansion of Dongling, and were speechless for a long time.

These people are naturally Ling Zifeng and others from Zhongzhou, and Ling Zifeng who has already given birth to the heart of Yunzhou, and they are naturally here to worship the ancestors of the Ling family, and they also want to put their mother's tablet into the ancestral shrine of the Ling family to fulfill her last wish.

Ignoring the chatter of the ordinary people in the distance, they bolted the reins of their horses to the gap in the stone lions on the side, and strode into the dilapidated and decayed gate.

Except for Ling Zifeng and Ling Mengran, the other people walked and looked at the scenery in the villa, although it was now ruined and no longer in the past.

But from these scenic decorations, you can still see how solemn and brilliant the former Excalibur Villa was. Although the buildings and water pavilions are covered with green moss, it is still difficult to hide the elegance of the past.

In a wide courtyard, there is a towering stone tablet platform, which is the sword platform where the disciples have stored their swords after learning their swords.

It is believed that the saber can absorb the essence of the sun and the moon here, in the hope that one day the sword body will be psychic and can communicate with the master's heart, and from then on it will be proud of the rivers and lakes.

Ling Mengran stood in front of the sword platform, stretched out his hand to touch the cold stone tablet, nostalgic for the warm life in the past, and whispered like a dream: "Once, I also practiced swords here, and at that time, my grandfather and his old man often instructed my brothers and sisters to practice swords here. ”

"I only hate the injustice of the sky, hundreds of people were killed overnight, countless brothers and sisters were all hiding here, and no one survived. ”

"Every time I think about it, it's like a nightmare, and when I think about it, it's just a nightmare,"

"When I woke up, my grandfather's voice was still there, and the senior brothers and sisters were still practicing swords together, lazy together, quietly running out to play together, and ...... together."

Ling Mengran stroked the stele with teary eyes, her voice choked, and her delicate body trembled slightly.

When Qin Xin heard the sound, she couldn't help but feel sad from her heart, such an encounter was the same as that of the Qin family, but she was lucky, accompanied by relatives and loved ones.

She could understand how desperate Ling Mengran was at the beginning, how a little girl, after facing such a tragedy, struggled to live in the rivers and lakes.

Ling Zifeng listened silently, his expression flashed with a faint light, hidden behind the calm, was a volcano that was about to erupt.

He was trying his best to suppress the hatred in his heart, looking at the messy surroundings, he seemed to be able to see that there had been a fierce battle here, countless senior brothers and sisters had fallen here, and the blood stained the sword platform red, but he was still unwilling to open his eyes, glaring at the countless enemies.

Even though the years have faded, on top of the ancient sword platform, there is still an awe-inspiring sword intent coming out, which is the immortal will of the dead Ling family's disciples.