In the central and southern part of the flood wilderness, the mountains are covered and the peaks and peaks are contending. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

It is the time of September, the sky is high and the clouds are light, and the geese are lined up in a zigzag and slowly fly away from north to south, indicating that this vast flood is about to turn from warm to cold.

This place is located at the southwest foot of the Kongling Ridge, and the Ai River, the largest branch of the water, originates from the Jinghong Peak, which runs roughly north-south, and is injected into the water that has been churning for tens of thousands of years. Its water is abundant and inexhaustible in all seasons, giving birth to many people on both sides of the river.

In the evening of that day, a blue light pierced through the sky and went straight into the haze of the distant mountains.

In the mountains, candlelight and lights can be faintly seen among the mountains and mountains. The aura here is rich, and the mountains form a pocket to wrap the aura in it, and it is the best place to open a school. Sure enough, a group of antique buildings towered in the middle. The next moment, the blue light that was still in the distance moved through the wind and thunder, and landed at the main entrance of this group of buildings in the blink of an eye.

From it, a young man in a black suit appeared, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and his hands were as big as Pu, which was Nangong Ming. He looked up at the plaque in front of him and mentioned three words:

Hung Pavilion!

"Visitors from the South China Sea, the head of the Jinghong Pavilion quickly appeared."

His voice was like a thunderbolt on a dry day, the candlelight of the Jinghong Pavilion was suddenly extinguished, and the voices of people suddenly disappeared, and after a long time, a middle-aged man opened the door and said slowly: "I don't know what Your Excellency is visiting at night?" ”

"What? Jinghong Pavilion has changed heads? ”

The man said, "Senior brother is in retreat, Your Excellency is here uninvited, please leave quickly." ”

Nangong Mingxuan said with a smile: "The desolate southern land is not the realm of shaking; The southern gates are under the jurisdiction of Fuyao. Nangong Mingxuan, as the head of Fuyao Mountain, has some words to ask the head of your faction in person, but if you avoid it, I don't know what I said a few months ago, 'The baht must be compared, and ten times the amount will be returned', can the head remember? ”

His voice was not loud, but it spread all over the Jinghong Pavilion. After a while, a sighing figure landed directly in front of the gate of the Thrilling Pavilion.

"Senior brother, go back and close the door. If I can't return to the cabinet this time, you will succeed me. ”

The middle-aged man was shocked and angry, and said sharply to the young man: "Nangong is extinguished!" As the head of Fuyao, you indiscriminately killed innocents, stirring up the panic and restlessness of the people in the Nanhai Dao world! If you dare to touch a single hair of my senior brother today, the two hundred disciples of my Jinghong Pavilion will fight you to the death! ”

Nangong Mingxuan smiled slightly, "Senior in charge, I count three times, if there are other voices in my ears, don't blame the juniors for being ruthless." ”

"One."

"Senior brother! You go back! Don't get the sect in trouble! ”

"But! ... But..."

"Two."

"Get in! There are no chickens and dogs left above and below Shenxiao Gate, don't you still understand? It's all retribution! ”

"Senior brother! … I..."

"Go back ——!!"

"Three."

The corners of Nangong Ming's mouth were raised, and at this time, the gate of Jinghong Pavilion was closed, and the mountain breeze hit, and there seemed to be only two people in a radius of thousands of miles.

"I'm just going to ask you three questions."

The middle-aged man's eyelids jumped wildly, and his back was wet with sweat.

"The predecessors thought that the original Daomen Conference, was it wrong in Fuyao Mountain, or in the South China Sea Zhumen?"

The middle-aged man's breathing became heavier and heavier, and he said for a long time: "We think that Murong Immortal Master has feathered and Fuyao Mountain is declining, and it is indeed a ghost who is obsessed with his mind and has greed in his heart. ”

Nangong Mingxuan nodded, "So, you pleaded guilty?" ”

"If you want to kill or chop, you don't have half a sentence of resentment, I just ask the head of Nangong not to involve other disciples in my sect."

Nangong Ming extinguished: "How many people from the Jinghong Pavilion participated in the Daomen Conference at the beginning? ”

The man's body shook a few times, "Except... In addition to the following, there are two apprentices..."

"Gone?"

"No..." The middle-aged man's heart collapsed, and he suddenly knelt down and choked up: "The head of Nangong, the inner family went with him, but he didn't participate in the martial arts!" There was no siege of the virtuous couple! You don't care about the villain, let her go! I beg you! ”

Nangong Mingxuan took a breath, "Do I look so scary?" ”

The middle-aged man trembled, but did not speak.

"Well, it's honest. The lives of the four of you are in your thoughts, if you dare to talk nonsense, today next year will be the day of sacrifice. ”

The middle-aged man kowtowed desperately, and said, "I don't know... I don't know what else is wrong with the boss? ”

"After the Daomen Conference, the Jinghong Pavilion can be divided into several islands in the South China Sea. Let me ask you, why didn't you join Lin Lingtian to prepare for the division of sects in the South China Sea? ”

The middle-aged man didn't dare to raise his head, leaned over and said, "Although the Fuyao Mountain area is good, you must also have a life to enjoy... After thinking about it, my Jinghong Pavilion is just a small sect in the wilderness, and the motives of this incident are not pure, even if the three sects are just asking for hardship. In this case, it is better to come back with peace of mind and recuperate in this amazing peak... The head of Nangong... After the next step, I never moved the mind of Fuyao Mountain! ”

"Can't you find my body, afraid that I will settle accounts after the fall?"

The middle-aged man lay on the ground with a whimper, "You, you are right!" However, the little ones who changed their minds at the beginning are always half a point better than those who are obsessed with ghosts and don't know what to do. Except for the Daomen Conference, the little one didn't have the slightest idea of coveting Fuyao Mountain, and the head of the sect was clear! ”

Nangong Ming extinguished his body a little and sat on the stone lion by the gate. The middle-aged man didn't dare to move, he was still lying on the ground, and he didn't even dare to breathe too hard.

"The third question, what does it mean that the chickens and dogs above and below the Shenxiao Gate are not left? I Nangong Ming Xuan sat upright and sat upright, Lin Lingtian's old thieves did die in my hands, but I have never stepped into the gate of Shenxiao Gate, how can I say that the chicken dog is restless? ”

The middle-aged man was stunned for a while and said, "This... This is a rumor in the market, the old man has lived in a simple place for a few months, but he has only heard of it, but he has never seen it with his own eyes! The boss now asks, I... I really don't know why. ”

Nangong Ming's brows were furrowed, and there were thousands of miles between Jinghong Pavilion and Shenxiao Gate, but there were indeed few contacts. As soon as he thought of this, he shook his head and said, "That's it, people are not sages, seeing that you have the intention to repent, this time I will not blame the past for Fuyao Mountain." However, if you make a mistake, you will naturally admit punishment, and you will not be allowed to set foot in the border of the Great South China Sea for the next 20 years, and you will not be allowed to commit evil and kill indiscriminately and be greedy, otherwise you will not be able to escape from the big scar on your neck. ”

The middle-aged man was stunned for a long time and reacted, and couldn't help but be ecstatic.

At the beginning, Nangong Ming extinguished the means of iron and blood in the South China Sea, and none of the people who stayed in the Fuyao Mountain Realm returned alive. Later, it seemed to disappear for a while, and I don't know where it went. However, in the last half month, the young people seem to have killed again, several sects have been slaughtered, and the blood from the top and bottom has flowed like a river of chickens and dogs.

But now it sounded like the young man in front of him was intent on letting him go, and the so-called "punishment" in his mouth was not excessive. If he changes his position, I'm afraid he will do something more out of line.

The middle-aged man almost wants to sing and sing, how can he not be happy for the rest of his life after such a catastrophe? Nangong Mingxuan stayed for a long time and left, and the middle-aged man watched the young man go away, and muttered in his mouth: "It was really honey that made my heart mushy, and the head of Nangong didn't seem to be as fierce as rumored." ”

He shook his head slowly, and was about to get up and turn back. Suddenly, an extremely vague murderous intent penetrated his nerves. Before he could react, a brilliant Qi sword came to his chest, piercing a transparent hole in the middle-aged man's heart.

The middle-aged man spit out a mouthful of blood with a "woo wow", his face was full of consternation, and when he looked back, he saw a man wrapped in nocturnal black clothes quietly coming to the back, the Qi sword in his hand flowing, and the spiritual power leaked from the blade, destroying the meridians around the middle-aged man. The middle-aged man's eyelids jumped wildly, and he pointed at the man in black: "You... You! … You're not Nangong... Who are you—who..."

Before he finished speaking, the black-clothed man flew with his sword and slashed off the head of the middle-aged man. Blood flowed on the Qi sword, and the man blew the red away through the veil, took a few steps forward, and kicked open the door of the Thrilling Pavilion.

Besides, Nangong Ming Xuan, since he made an agreement with the white-robed man, he has been looking for people to participate in the Fuyao Mountain Daomen Conference. He was not an innocent person in the first place, even if everyone bullied him, even if he reached an agreement with the white-robed man, it was really extremely difficult to do. Those few who didn't leave in the Fuyao Mountain Sea, such as Lin Lingtian, were the culprits, and they were killed. But those who did not directly form a deep hatred with him, he couldn't bear to disregard human life. Recalling the content of the agreement, Nangong Ming distorted and persuaded him, and deliberately understood it as 'the only way to get rid of it after forming a bond with himself', otherwise anyone who participated in the conference would not be left alive, wouldn't he even have to kill himself?

He made an excuse for himself. After the initial removal of a cadre in the sea area of Fuyao Mountain, the rest of the small sects sent him to visit one by one, not to slaughter people, but to intimidate and coerce like Fang Cai Jinghong Pavilion, so that everyone would know to do good deeds and accumulate virtue in the future. is the so-called Skynet is magnificent but not leaky, even if he Nangong Ming does not come to find trouble, this kind of betrayal of his colleagues for small profits will naturally be collected by God.

After being so calm for a while, although the name of Nangong Ming's murder is still quietly circulating, those sects that were let go by him are like amnesty, and they have avoided the world and participated in the law, and they no longer have contact with the outside world, so that no one is justified by Nangong Ming's murderous power.

But he is a free and easy person, as the saying goes, the body is not afraid of shadows, I want Murong Guiyi to pass away, and later he turned against An Li, one is the closest person, the other is the most beloved person, and still can't break the faith and will of the young man, what is it to be misunderstood? The head of the four sects of Fuyao Mountain in the world, if he can't withstand such a little wind and waves, how can he practice the revitalization of Fuyao left by Murong Guiyi's pen?

However, the strange thing is that there are not many killings, but the rumors in the market are intensifying. All kinds of exaggerated stories are exaggerated and distorted, at first Nangong Ming was a joke, but later he secretly felt that something was wrong, which made him confused.

At this time, the young Edgeworth had only traveled more than ten miles, and suddenly he was hungry and fell to the ground immediately. People are still in the mountains and forests, because he is penniless, and at this time he is notorious, and it is no longer like in the past where he went to be offered as a living immortal, so he can only be used as a quilt and a bed. Fortunately, he is not pampered, and he never complains when he is happy; The bad thing is that his cooking level is extremely poor, even if he is profound, he has long been able to cut grain and not eat, once he is hungry, he is still at a loss and clumsy.

It was easy for him to build a bonfire in the mountains, and he caught game, but he couldn't handle it, and roasted it with the hair of the beast, naturally the meat was not cooked and the outside was burnt, and there was a smell of burning feathers and hair all around, so that the young man could not sit still.

Nangong Mingxiao let out a long sigh, remembering the days when he was with Yun Hua in the past, and couldn't help but drool: "If the second brother is here, it will really be a great thing in the world to make some delicious game." ”

He thought of An Li again, and the bits and pieces of being with the woman came to his heart. Although her barbecue skills are far inferior to Yun Hua, for some reason, the young man misses the days and nights with An Li even more. met her for the first time, didn't know each other, and rushed all the way to the South China Sea. Catch fireflies with her, vaguely see the outline of her appearance, and sleep in the mountains with her, and snuggle up to each other. And there's... Fuyao Mountain Road Gate Assembly.

Although the time together is not long, it is the happiest day he has had in so many years.

The young man clenched his fists, "If Xiaoli has nothing to do with the death of the master... I, Nangong Ming, will naturally fulfill the covenant with you III... Life is connected with the same heart, and death is the companion of the Yellow Spring..."

The thoughts were ethereal, and the smile on the young man's face gradually became bitter. Thinking that he was a single disciple of Fuyao Mountain, but now he ended up in this field, it can be regarded as a fateful journey. Just as he was pitying himself alone, a bird in the distance opened and interrupted the young man's thoughts.

He shuddered and looked in the direction of the startled birds.

It is where the Hung Pavilion is located. Separated by more than ten miles, it is natural to see that it is not real, but the bird has always been sensitive to danger, far beyond the reach of people. Nangong Ming frowned, first extinguished the bonfire, and then drilled into the air.

The aura gathered behind the eyes, and in the darkness, countless points of light flashed on the distant Jinghong Peak.

Nangong Mingxuan was puzzled at first, and suddenly his face changed greatly.

"Not good!" (To be continued.) )