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Outside the city of Jingnan, Ningbi Villa ......

Yunzhou is like spring all year round, and this is the time when a hundred flowers are contending.

Yunzhou is mountainous, Ningbi Villa is built according to the mountain, the peaks and peaks behind are beautiful, and the valley under the mountain is strange. A waterfall at the high cliff is like a white streamer rolled up by a fairy when she flies into the sky, winding down from the nine heavens and merging into a clear stream. This manor built on the mountain is like a god's dwelling, a blessed land, and the scenery is beautiful.

In the mountain behind the villa, next to a deep and secluded cold pool, there is a big nan tree, only a few zhang high, but the body of the tree is five or six feet thick, the horizontal branches are upturned, and the green shade is covered, covering a large area. The cliff behind the tree stands like a wall, the vine is draped, and many unknown strange flowers grow in the green moss marks on it, which is quite interesting. On the cliff stone wall, there are two cyan abbot characters of "Ningbi".

Under the cliff, next to the tree, by the pool......

A colorful finch landed on a gray stone and combed its colorful feathers......

But the big stone suddenly moved, so frightened that the finch flew up and landed on the branch of the big nan tree, and it was still wondering, how could the stone still move?

Hehehe......

The stone suddenly let out a burst of old chuckles, turning slightly, it turned out that the gray stone was actually a weeping old man wearing a robe, fishing alone by the stream, and the place where the colorful bird just fell was the shoulder of the old man.

The old man in the cloth lifted the fishing rod in his hand, looked at the hook, and smiled helplessly: "You little finch, it makes me itch, and I almost got hooked for no reason, do you know that the silver-scaled fish in this stream is a rare delicacy in the world, and my old man finally lured him to the bait, but was made a failure by your little finch...... You're going to pay me for the fish—"

The little finch on the branch tilted its little head, and did not understand what the old man under the tree was muttering, and chirping incessantly.

Puff -

There was a coquettish laugh from the side......

The old man in the cloth sighed, shook his head helplessly to pack up the fishing rod, and sighed: "Alas, another naughty little finch has come to mischief, it seems that my old man's silver scale feast is hopeless......"

After the big Nan tree, a beautiful little girl immediately came out, her skin was pink and tender like snow, her eyebrows were picturesque, her eyes were bright, she was in her early tens, wearing a long dress, dressed like a little lady, but at this time the skirt was lifted to the waist, barefoot, and even the fur pants inside, all covered with mud. At this time, the little girl pouted her pink little mouth, and said: "Grandpa Han is the most annoying, obviously he has no ability, but he came to blame others......"

When the old man heard this, he couldn't help but stroke his beard and laugh.

"Girl, don't be rude," a deep man's voice came from ...... distance.

The little girl stuck out her tongue sharply, made a grimace at the old girl, and scurried into the grass when she came.

"This girl-" A middle-aged man with a square face and a dignified appearance walked over and sighed helplessly: "The little girl has no way to discipline her, so let the master see the joke......"

If there are people here who are familiar with Yunzhou martial arts, they should recognize this middle-aged man as Yan Jingshu, the owner of this "Ningbi Villa". He is a big businessman on the rich side of Yunzhou, and he is also a rare martial arts master, but this Yan Jingshu has always been introverted, low-key, never participated in the affairs of Yunzhou martial arts, and did not like to be lively. Although everyone in Yunzhou Wulin has heard of this Yan Zhuang master, there are very few people who have seen real people, let alone his true origin.

"It's okay, it's okay, this little girl is innocent and interesting......" Lao Suo, surnamed Han, threw the clothes on his body aside casually, got up and said.

When the old man was sitting, there was nothing peculiar, but once he stood up, his image was extremely powerful. His gray hair was neatly combed, and he wore a turban on his head, and a long beard fluttered on his chest......

There were only two masters and apprentices here, and Lao Suo's tone suddenly became stern, and he asked in a deep voice, "What's the matter?"

Yan Jingshu's eyes flashed, and he said, "Chongxuanhu has done it...... The local forces of the three divisions have almost lost their ......"

The mighty old man interrupted Yan Jingshu's words angrily, and said coldly and sarcastically: "Don't mention those waste...... Sansi Yunzhou's meticulous work is all fucking waste, and he can't even get a decent piece of information for thirty years, and the opponent is still a reckless man like Chongxuanhu...... What's the use of keeping them? Take this opportunity to die cleanly, so as not to look at it and worry about it—"

The mighty old man said angrily, he really gritted his teeth, and stopped talking for a long time, and finally the old man still sighed faintly and said, "That's it, you don't have to worry about them." In fact, even if they are captured this time, they will have a chance to stay alive, but they don't want to do anything for the court again. A dispatch frontier is the best ending for them......"

The mighty old man breathed a sigh of relief and continued, "It's hard for you to suffer here for thirty years...... After this incident, come back to Luodu with me......"

Yan Jingshuqing was excited for a while, and hurriedly thanked him: "Master Xie cultivates ......"

The mighty old man turned around and looked at the deep pool of blue waves, and muttered: "Zheng Zhantang's guy often whispers in my ear, he said that if you want to catch big fish, you must endure loneliness, and you must be able to afford time...... We have spent 30 years, and how many 30 years are there in our lives...... Now the big fish has finally bitten the hook, but this rotten fish is worth our thirty years?"

The mighty old man's sleeve waved suddenly, and a pale cyan palm print slammed into the water, but the strange ripples on the surface of the pool did not rise, as if it was just a breeze blowing, and after a while, the silver light appeared on the water surface, and countless silver fish three fingers wide floated up.

Yan Jingshu's expression was awe-inspiring, this silver-scaled fish only lives in cold water, and has always survived at a depth of five meters below the surface of the water.

The old man stroked his beard and laughed wildly: "Is this enough for a silver scale feast...... Hahaha......" Then the smile froze, and he shouted in a panic: "Hurry up, Jingshu quickly order someone to catch the silver scale fish, this fish is only delicious when it is alive, and if you delay these fish will run away......"

Huh, can a dead fish still run?

Yan Jingshu was shocked for a while.

Difficult, isn't it......

In a hurry to explore, the middle-aged man hurriedly bowed down and congratulated in a trembling voice: "Congratulations to the master for cultivating as a great ......."

Yan Jingshu, as a disciple of Lao Suo, of course knows that the internal strength of the master has always been strong and powerful.

Shizun's palm can reach five meters below the surface of the water, Yan Jingshu itself is not so surprised, what makes him surprised is that this palm shocked so many silver-scaled fish, and one of them did not die, but was stunned, which shows that the master's palm is not only the most rigid to the yang, but also has reached the realm of the yang and yin, and the softness is born in the most rigid, and this exercise has undoubtedly risen another level.

Yan Jingshu's admiration arose spontaneously, and he was about to sigh with emotion, but he suddenly heard Lao Suo's angry shout: "Still stunned there and doing fart, come and help Lao Tzu catch fish——"

Yan Jingshu's face alternated blue and red, and finally answered, pulled up his pants and stepped into the icy pool......

Poof――

Huang Yan threw himself on his back, spurting blood from his mouth, and it was mixed with broken internal organs......

Unexpectedly, he was on guard at night, but he still couldn't escape his bad luck, and the master of the purple scarf thief actually came as many as three at a time, and more than ten brothers who followed him were slaughtered in the blink of an eye.

Lin Zhengyang is now temporarily the leader of all martial arts people in Yunxia County, and there are countless masters around him, thinking that the other party is helpless against Lin Zhengyang, so he focuses on himself.

Huang Yan struggled to prop up his upper body, knowing that it was impossible for him to escape with his life, so he just begged bitterly: "I have said everything that needs to be said, I beg you, let my wife and children go......"

The other party threatened his family, and Huang Yan had no choice but to confess the fact that the little Taoist Ye Qingxuan had killed the bald man and revealed his whereabouts.

The object of the speech was a pale young man wearing linen and filial piety, holding a mourning stick. Just now, he hit himself with a stick and spurted blood, I didn't expect that the other party was thin and weak, but the strength was extremely strong, and I don't know what the mourning stick was made of, and his own stainless steel knife was smashed by a light yì.

"Your wife and children, yes, some of them are late......" The young man in mourning clothes spoke weakly and ethereally, "The old eight-hey, the eight-"

"Huh?"

A fat man with a huge body, but a little stupid and fat, was constantly rummaging through the corpses on the ground, holding his head one by one and looking at it carefully, with a sound in his mouth, as if picking vegetables. Hearing someone call him, the disturbed fat man looked up dissatisfied.

"Hey, hey, eighth, give this Huang Ye a look at the good things you got today......

The obese man hurriedly covered the huge pocket behind him, shook his head and refused: "That's the baby I got and no one will give it to ......"

The young man in mourning clothes sighed and said, "No one wants your baby, just show it to others, show it off, show off...... You know......"

"Show off......" The obese man scratched the back of his head and said, "I don't understand a little, but I'll show you a look, just take a look......" The fat man turned around and muttered through the bloodstained pocket, and finally grabbed a round thing, stretched out his hand, and said excitedly: "Look--this is the treasure I got today, you look good, it's good--none of you can snatch it-"

Huang Yan, the head catcher of Yunxia County, stared at the thing in the fat man's hand with a demented face......

It was a human head, a bloody human head, the head of a boy who had not yet reached adulthood, his eyebrows, eyes, mouth and nose were clearly visible, and his round eyes were full of fear and pleading......

That was the head of Huang Yan's only son......

"I'm sorry, Huang Zhutou, you said it a little late...... But it doesn't matter, Ling's wife and Linglang haven't gone far on Huangquan Road, and you can still catch up with ......"

Ahh

A miserable hiss arose, Huang Yan's eyes were bleeding, and the extreme grief and indignation at that time made his eyes crack......

"Brute-" Huang Yan tried his best, and his palms imprinted on the nearest young man in mourning clothes. Huang Yan had already given up his life, and this blow was the result of his life's strength, striving to die with the enemy......

The young man in mourning clothes never thought that the other party still had the strength to fight back, and when he was close, he was a little flustered for a moment, and his reaction was suddenly half a beat slower......

A moon-like light flashed......

Huang Yan stood still abruptly......

Then a vertical line appeared at the center of the eyebrows, hiss-

From head to bottom, a split is split in half......

The young man in mourning clothes slapped his chest, raised his head and said to the figure standing on the eaves opposite: "Thank you Fifth Brother for helping......"

The man on the eaves turned his head slowly, and under the moonlight, a scar on a handsome face was cut from the left forehead to the right cheek, destroying the original handsomeness, and the whole person inexplicably exuded a cold air. The long hair is combed into long braids at the back of the head, the long shirt is like ink, and the sharp blade in his hand has a narrow blade like a crescent moon in the sky, as bright as the bright moon, cold as ice......

The knife of the swordsman is cold, the heart is cold, and the words are even colder......

Like ice and snow in the cold winter, an emotionless voice sounded: "Go-"

"Where are you going?"

"Jingnan City-"

"Revenge?"

"Revenge !!" (To be continued.) )