Tang Zhou came to the garden, and the woman was still squatting, talking to herself. Perhaps sensing that someone was coming, the woman looked up and happened to meet Tang Zhou's eyes. This woman is fair-skinned, but she is as tall as a flower on a branch, but the flower is easy to break, and this woman is also very weak.

Tang Zhou was stunned, "Girl, be polite." ”

The woman stared at Tang Zhou quietly, but despite this, Tang Zhou couldn't see the emotion on her face. She said, "My name is Bai Ling. ”

Tang Zhou smiled: "This name is as good as heaven." ”

"I know your name is Tang Zhou, Tang Dao Sect."

Tang Zhou clenched the Tang knife, "Who are you?" ”

Bai Ling tore off a section of plant, a vine-like plant. Little by little, the leaves on the top were torn off, and soon the plants that were torn off were no longer a little green, and there was not a single bare branch. "I'm looking for a leaf that has fallen into the dust."

Tang Zhou wondered the meaning of this sentence: "Leaves falling into the dust? There was a faint wind ringing in his ears, and a piece of plant was torn off by Bai Ling. Like a sharp sword stabbing at him, Tang Zhou took three or two steps back, the momentum of the sword became smaller, and the withered branches softened.

Tang Zhou drew his sword and went straight to Bai Ling's eyebrows, and Bai Ling stood still. The tip of the Tang knife was less than a fingernail away from Bai Ling's eyebrows. The momentum of the two sides is falling, and the tip of the knife and the center of the eyebrows are as calm as the bright moon and the surface of the water.

"If it had been a sword that had just stabbed you, you would have died." There was no nervousness on Bai Ling's face.

Tang Zhou smiled slightly, "My knife goes forward a little bit, and Your Excellency's life is gone." ”

Bai Ling ignored Tang Zhou and turned around and left, "You'd better go back to the mountain, right?" The tip of the Tang knife did not move forward, allowing her to leave the range of the attack.

"The mountain and the mountain are both in the martial arts, why bother to divide them so carefully." Tang Zhou put away the knife.

Bai Ling replied very seriously: "There is no martial arts under the mountain. As she spoke, the wind in the garden passed by, and her wide gown dimmed. Tang Zhou happened to see the thin body inside, she was more like a delicate flower.

Bai Ling was very angry at Tang Zhou's scorching gaze, "You don't look like a person in the martial arts. ”

Tang Zhou smiled evilly, "I think your spiritual root is good, but you are only missing a transformation." ”

Bai Ling didn't want to talk nonsense with Tang Zhou anymore, and went farther and farther. Tang Zhou rushed up to block her retreat, "You know me so well, but I don't understand you at all." ”

"Go away." What Bai Ling wanted to say had already been brought, and he didn't want to stay here any longer.

"Sword Sect?" Tang Zhou was still in front of Bai Ling, and lightly spit out two words.

Bai Ling's face was stunned and he didn't speak.

"So you are the one who assassinated Lu Xiong?" Tang Zhou pondered for a while, and the matter was probably understood.

"We didn't assassinate, so naturally my Sword Sect's famous sect wouldn't do such a bad thing." The white-collar worker frowned, "The sect has issued a war letter, and it will be decided with that person on the ninth day of the ninth month." ”

"Huh." Tang Zhou sneered, "Fight him for the victory, you guys have a good calculation." How is it different from assassination? ”

"He can find helpers, he doesn't necessarily have to go into battle in person," Bai Ling's face changed slightly

Tang Zhou was a little puzzled, why didn't Brother Lu tell him about it? Is there another helper? "You go, on the ninth day of the ninth month, I will definitely learn it myself."

Bai Ling didn't answer, bypassed Tang Zhou, and returned to his ward.

"Senior sister in charge, how deep is that person's kung fu?" There were two men and a woman in front of the Bai Ling ward, both dressed in modern clothes and with modern hairstyles.

Bai Ling lay on the hospital bed, coughing weakly twice.

"Senior Sister in charge is getting worse and worse." Two men and a woman hurriedly stepped forward to offer condolences.

Bai Ling raised his hand weakly, "Don't get in the way, you guys retreat first." ”

Two men and two women bowed backwards and exited the door.

Bai Ling couldn't help but take a mouthful of blood back into his throat, and his face turned pale. "Tang Dao Sect, Tang Zhou." His face was full of hatred.

"Senior Sister Jianhong, where are we going?" A male disciple of the Sword Sect, Jian Yang, opened his mouth to ask.

Jian Hong paced left and right, "Senior Sister is seriously injured, I'm not in the mood to play anywhere." “

Another disciple of the Sword Sect, Jian Xuan, was in step with Jian Hong, "Let's return to the sect as soon as possible and report the situation to the ancestor." ”

Jian Yang complained, "Our Sword Sect is in the world, so it's okay to be scattered." We are dedicated to making money, and we just need to make sure that we have enough food and clothing. ”

Jian Xuan snorted coldly, "You are a lay disciple who later joined the Sword Sect, and your feelings for the Sword Sect are not as good as one ten-thousandth of ours."

Jian Yang said coldly, "Although I entered the sect late, my feelings for the sect are the same as yours. ”

Jian Xuan pulled up Jian Hong, "Little junior sister, let's go." ”

The sect of the Sword Sect was in a slum outside the city, and the grass huts and iron houses were crowded together. If you are not careful, you can throw a piece of garbage and you can block a road. Outside the slum there is a planning sign that reads "Schematic Diagram of Suburban Planning". After turning left and right, push open the quaint gate, and the stone at the door is engraved with the word Sword Sect.

At the doorway there was a rocking chair on which an old man with a long beard sat on it. The old man's eyes were sharp, and no one dared to look at him. Like a pair of sharp sword-like eyes, piercing into your heart.

"Master, be polite," the sword swirled and the sword red said in unison.

The old man was still rocking his rocking chair leisurely, "How is Bai Ling?" ”

Jian Hong replied with some worry: "Today, Senior Sister saw that the head of the Tang Dao Sect who went down the mountain was also in the hospital, so she wanted to trick the head of the Tang Dao Sect into coming down and trying his depth. The senior sister of the head of the family did not look very good after fighting him. ”

The old man became interested, "How many tricks did that little ghost do with Bai Ling?" From beginning to end, don't let go of any detail. ”

After only two moves, the senior sister of the head of the sect stabbed the man with a sword made of a branch. The man took two steps back to dodge the sword of the senior sister in charge, drew his knife and stabbed at the center of the senior sister's eyebrows, and the senior sister was defeated. The two sides froze in place, the man did not move forward, and the senior sister of the head did not retreat. Jian Hong talked about the details seriously.

The old man stroked his long beard with a special charm, and stood up, "The two of them actually only passed one trick. Bai Ling's girl lost. ”

Jian Xuan was not convinced, "That person took advantage of the danger of others, and the senior sister in charge was injured." ”

The old man motioned for the sword to stop, "Bai Ling, that girl can't resist that person even if she wins the period, and she loses." How did the man get to the hospital with his injuries? ”

Jian Hong said slowly, "I heard that it was alcohol poisoning, and there was a lot of rumors in the hospital. ”

"Haha." The old man smiled, "Interesting, interesting." ”

The old man walked into the inside of the Sword Sect with the two of them, the inside was in tatters, and the spiritual positions of the heads of the various factions on the Sword Sect Ancestors were crowded into a small house. The old man sighed with emotion, "My Sword Sect has a history of thousands of years, and it was once prosperous. ”

Jian Hongjian Xuan hurriedly comforted the old man, "Master, don't be sentimental. My Sword Sect will make a comeback. ”

The old man closed his eyes, "It's all about it." Of the thousands of disciples of my Sword Sect, there are only four of you left. The way of heaven is not clear, and I will die in the Sword Sect. ”

Jian Xuan's face turned ruthless: "I'll kill Lu Xiong." So he couldn't develop the area. ”

The old man said indifferently, "As a result of doing this, my Sword Sect has become a famous sect in vain, and this matter cannot be mentioned again." ”