In addition to this host, there were several other guests sitting in the row of large rosewood chairs in the living room.

Strictly speaking, six guests.

At the top of the left is a middle-aged man dressed as a Confucian student. He was slender and thin, neat and well-groomed, well-dressed, and wore a decent green steel sword at his waist, and he didn't see too many characteristics. At a glance, you can see that you belong to the kind of middle-aged successful people who are very educated and very personable.

At the bottom of it is a tall and serious old man. He carried a particularly long, wide, brass sword with a small gossip embedded in the scabbard. The wrinkles on the face are already many and deep. But his waist was still straight, and his steel needle-like hair was still pitch black.

Sitting at the end of the left side was a middle-aged Taoist with a white face and a slight beard. There is always a three-point uninhibited smile between his eyebrows, but his eyes are bright, as if he is always curious about everything in life. The sword he carried by his side was slender, soft, and narrow, like a willow leaf in the wind.

Even though there are big differences in identity, age, personality and other aspects. But there is no doubt that the three guests sitting at the head of the left, they have one thing absolutely in common. That is, they all belong to the "swordsman".

The sword is the king of a hundred soldiers. It was originally the most popular weapon on the rivers and lakes. No matter what era, no matter how to select the so-called top ten masters in the rivers and lakes, there must be more than one swordsman among them. Many fledgling teenagers usually always take the famous swordsman on the rivers and lakes as their goal.

But no matter how popular the sword is, it will always have its place. No matter what era it is, no matter how dazzling the swordsman's light is, it still can't cover up the swordsman's light.

At this moment, in the guest seat on the right side of the living room, there are two knife men.

Sitting at the top of the right is an old man who looks like he is already dying. The wrinkles on his face were as deep as a knife, but his hands were delicate and white, like those of a girl. But the most striking thing is his knife.

The blade is narrow, the blade is as thin as paper, the back of the knife is not thick, the head is not wide, but the handle is extraordinarily long, and it can be held with both hands. People who know how to use knives can see at a glance that among the knife techniques used by this person, there must be elements of the knife path that originated from Fusang Dongying. Because in Middle-earth's sword moves, it is rare to hold the knife with both hands.

Cheng Li is a master of Fusang's "Yanagi Erxin Flow". Of course he could see that.

Similarly, Cheng Li could also see that the second guest at the head of the old man at the twilight must be an extremely terrifying swordsman.

It was a short man who was only three feet eight inches tall. But the knife beside him was one foot and three inches long with a single hilt. The blade is seven feet nine inches long. The blade is of a strange shape, and there are seven diamond gems inlaid on it.

Such a person, such a knife, would have seemed extremely incongruous and extremely mismatched. But whether it is a knife or a person, it exudes an extremely strong evil aura. It is this evil spirit that makes this person and this knife cooperate with each other to form the most perfect whole, and they are no longer inseparable from each other.

Swordsman, swordsman. No matter how different they are, they all belong to the Central Plains, and there is absolutely no doubt about this.

But the last guest was completely different from the previous five. His appearance, his complexion, and his clothing all show that he is not a Han Chinese, but from Tibet, on the snowy plateau.

He was tall, brightly dressed and gorgeous, handsome and mighty like a god. He carried a very ornate bow on his body, and there were a total of five arrows in the quiver behind his back. Golden-colored arrowheads, gold-colored arrowheads. It looks like an arrow used by the gods.

Steady, serious, merry, twilight, evil, heroic. Six guests, each with a different demeanor and spirit. But no matter what their true identities are, these six people must be the heroes of the powerful side of the rivers and lakes, famous all over the world, admired and feared by thousands of people.

Cheng Li has never seen these guests. But just like before, Cheng Li also has a wonderful sense of familiarity with them. At the same time, Cheng Li also felt that there was always a strange sense of incongruity in them from time to time. It's as if these aren't real people, just puppets without souls.

But the puppet does not move on its own, and it is impossible to speak. And these guests do.

Seeing Cheng Li and Xue Yanxia walking in together, these guests immediately got up to greet them. "Lonely Hou" Gongshan Shangqing also slowly left his seat and said with a smile: "I am happy to have friends from afar." Life must be happy, don't make the gold bottle empty to the moon. Please. ”

The lonely Hou deserves to be the Lonely Hou. Not only is the dress elegant, the temperament is elegant, and even the choice of words and sentences is also elegant. And this kind of elegance is innate and engraved in the bones. It is by no means comparable to those nouveau riche who have no background. When people see it, they will naturally have a good impression of it.

Cheng Li is no exception. He returned the salute with his fists and said, "Don't dare to be." Then he sat down happily with Xue Yanxia.

On the table of the Eight Immortals in the living room, a very delicate banquet has been set up. The rest of the crowd also took their seats. Immediately, several very beautiful girls came out to pour wine and cloth dishes for the guests, and served them very attentively and thoughtfully.

After three rounds of drinking, Lonely Hou took the lead in putting down the wine glass and said with a smile: "Today is really a good day." With so many distinguished guests gathered together, it was really a lively place that had not been seen for a long time for Lonely Villa. What's even more rare is that everyone has finally arrived. Therefore, the widow was very happy. ”

As soon as these words came out, the rest of the people present were all overjoyed. Only Cheng Li felt inexplicable. He subconsciously asked, "Everyone is here, so what?"

Lonely Hou smiled slightly and said, "Everyone is here, then you can start." ”

Cheng Li was still puzzled. "What to start doing?"

Lonely Hou smiled again, did not answer this sentence, and instead asked, "What are you here for?"

But without waiting for everyone to speak, the lonely Hou took the lead in answering: "Where to find the blessed land of the cave, the glass under the moon ascends the immortal key." Needless to say, the reason why you came here is actually the same as the widows, to pursue the legendary glazed treasure. But I think you didn't expect it before. It has been delayed for so many years. Right?"

The rest of the people present sighed when they heard this. Between their eyebrows, it was very obvious that there was a mixture of frustration, remorse, and anger at the same time...... And so on and so forth.

The words "glazed treasure" entered his ears, and Cheng Li's heart immediately moved. Subconsciously: "This is Lonely Mountain Villa." Isn't the treasure already available to Master Hou?"

Everyone present, including the lonely Hou, couldn't help but look at each other and smile bitterly. Cheng Li and Xue Yanxia looked at each other, feeling like they were falling into a fog, and they couldn't figure out what was going on.

After laughing for a long time, Lonely Hou took the lead in shaking his head, restrained his smile, and sighed: "This is Lonely Mountain Villa, there is nothing wrong with it." There is nothing wrong with the treasure being hidden in this villa. But that doesn't mean the treasure is in the hands of the widow. On the contrary, all of you here have the opportunity to get your hands on this treasure. And the chances are great—at least as big as the widows. ”

The more Cheng Li listened, the more confused he became, and frowned: "Can Master Hou speak more clearly?"

The lonely marquis bowed slightly, and said, "Everyone, when you enter the villa, you must have all received a token. Take them all out now. Then he took the initiative to reach into his arms, took out an object, and gently placed it on the table.

The key is a key made of glazed jadeite, with exquisite craftsmanship. There is also a small word engraved on it: One.

The rest of the guests also took out a glass key of the same shape. The difference is that the characters engraved on it are two, three, four, wu, lu, and qi.

When Cheng Lizheng was surprised, he suddenly saw the snow and smoke beside him, and he also took out a key and put it on the table. There is exactly a word engraved on it.

"Eight keys, finally all complete. ”

The middle-aged man dressed as a Confucian student sighed: "After so many years, the eight keys have been completely gathered. Alas~ It's really not easy. ”

The other old man with a serious expression sighed: "So many years have passed. I wonder what has become of the outside?"

The short man, who was only three feet eight inches tall, sneered: "I don't know what has become of your family. But what has become of Lao Tzu's family, I don't even have to guess. Hey, those guys must have divided all of Lao Tzu's money and women, and then scattered in a hurry. Perhaps, there will be some kind of hypocrisy and righteousness, pretending to hold a funeral for Lao Tzu, and then drop a few drops of horse urine like a cat crying mouse, so as to buy people's hearts. ”

The more he talked, the more excited he became, the dwarf punched hard, slammed it on the table, gritted his teeth and said: "After Lao Tzu gets the treasure and leaves this damn place, the first thing,." It is to cut these traitors with a thousand knives, so that they know what life is better than death, and what is called not being able to die!"

The heroic Tibetan Arrow only said lightly: "In any case, it is our own choice to pursue the glazed treasure, and no one else forces us to do anything." In this case, the reason why we have today's fate is also our own fault. ”

After a pause, the Tibetan archer said, "If you do something wrong, you must have the courage to bear it." There is no need to complain about others, nor do you have to shirk responsibility, even if you are not as wrong as others think, you don't have to learn from shrews to scold the streets, beggars to complain, and go around explaining to people. Ladies and gentlemen, do you think that's the truth?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone present bowed their heads slightly. The white-faced and slightly bearded middle-aged Taoist said, "No matter what, all this is finally going to pass." As long as we get the glazed treasure, then no matter how much we have suffered before, it will be worth it. ”

The old man with deep wrinkles and slender hands said slowly: "Don't care about the glass treasure first. My knife is here, sharpened for twenty years, and it's sharp enough. Now, I only want to know one thing: Who among all of you, will be the first to try my sword?"

The more Cheng Li listened, the more curious he became, and he couldn't help but ask, "Twenty years?

The middle-aged man dressed as a Confucian student sighed: "It's almost." What does it make if it's a year or a decade, a twenty or thirty years in such a ghost place? Anyway, I can't count them, and I haven't counted them for a long time. ”

The middle-aged man with a serious expression said in a condensed voice: "I came a little later than you." But I still remember. Seventeen years, three months, and eighteen days passed in this hellish place. Today is the nineteenth day. ”

The Merry Runner sighed, "I'm about the same." Alas~ When I left, several of my disciples were still young. has just debuted, and he hasn't even become famous yet. But after calculating, I'm afraid that now, they have all reached the year of sealing their swords and returning to seclusion. ”

The old man said lightly: "Seven thousand, three million four hundred and seventy thousand." I sharpen my knives 10,000 times a day. Twenty years and forty-seven days later, it was exactly 73,470,000 times. ”

The Tibetan archer smiled slightly, and said, "Banchabana is eternally young. It doesn't matter how many years have passed. Because Banchabana will always be Banchabana. ”

The dwarf snorted disdainfully and said, "Pretend to be a ghost." This kind of thing can be used to deceive others. Isn't it stupid to be so deceived that you even believe yourself?"

Lonely Hou picked up the wine glass again and took a sip lightly. smiled and said: "Cheng Xiaoyou, you must be very strange, who are these people here?"

Cheng Li nodded and said, "Indeed." Please advise Master Hou. ”

Lonely Hou said: "I can't talk about any advice. But before we get started, it's good to get to know each other first. ”

After a pause, he stretched out his hand and pointed at the middle-aged man dressed as a Confucian student, and said, "This is the head of the Huashan faction, Ning Buqun." ”

The Huashan faction has a long history, and it is said that the earliest founding patriarch was the ancestor of Chen Tuan, who had played chess with Song Taizu during the five dynasties, and "set Huashan in five steps". At the end of the Southern Song Dynasty, there were Taoist priests from the Quanzhen sect who went into the mountains to preach. Over time, the old and new factions merged into one and became known to the world as the Huashan faction.

The Huashan faction is known for its swordsmanship. Among the seven major sword schools of martial arts, it ranks first. It is also called "Sword Sect" on the rivers and lakes. There is also a proverb: the fist is out of Longhua, and the sword returns to Huashan. This shows its unique status.

"Ning Buqun?" Xue Yanxia beside her was slightly taken aback, and said: "Could it be that the head of Ning who is known as 'winning eight hundred battles for a long time, and the world of martial arts' is known on the rivers and lakes? But it is said in the rivers and lakes that the head of Ning suddenly wanted to pursue those legendary predecessors many years ago, so he traveled overseas and finally disappeared.

After this, the Huashan faction also split into the Sword Sect and the Qi Sect, attacking each other endlessly, so that the vitality was greatly damaged. So much so that now among the seven major sword sects, the Huashan faction can only rank sixth. Everyone said that if the head of Ning had not disappeared, Huashan would not have declined like this. ”

"It turns out that the Huashan faction...... Has it already split into the Qi Sect and the Sword Sect?"

The Confucian middle-aged man sighed: "It's the good deeds that my two unscrupulous disciples did, right?Alas~ Huashan is declining like this, and most of the responsibility lies with me." I only hope that after leaving here, I can return to Huashan, vigorously reorganize, and let Huashan be revived. Otherwise, I really have no shame to face the ancestors and ancestors of Huashan. ”