In the dilapidated attic of the lonely forest, the cold wind of the midnight blows the whole mountain forest, and occasionally there are some cries of birds and beasts in the mountains.

"Sleep first, I'll keep watch here. Xia Gongzi looked at Rusi and Mu Butterfly and said.

"Hmm. Ruth and Butterfly leaned against the wall, sword in hand, and fell into a deep sleep.

The moonlight was scattered in this jungle, and Xia Gongzi walked out of the door and looked around, and nothing approached under the protection of the enchantment.

Looking at the plum tree in front of the door in the moonlight, Xia Gongzi thought to himself that since the enchantment of the god of anger had not been destroyed, he would go out by himself, but where would he go after he walked out, or that person was very familiar with the god of anger, and he could open the barrier of the god of anger and come and go freely, who would kill those guards sent by the ghost lock to kill the god of anger.

Xia Gongzi walked to the stove and found two pairs of chopsticks, two bowls, and a pot of wine jars that were only half drunk.

It was already the third watch, and Mu Butterfly woke up, and saw that Xia Gongzi was still standing at the door, so he asked Xia Gongzi to sleep for a few hours, and Mu Butterfly walked to the door to guard.

Walking alone under the plum tree in front of the house, looking at the surrounding woods, I thought that thanks to the company of Xia Gongzi and Rusi this time, otherwise I would definitely be so scared that I couldn't sleep all night when I came to this deep mountain and wild forest alone.

The sky gradually brightened, and the morning sun began to fill the entire lonely forest, and after waking up, the penitent sword spirit went to the mountains to pick some wild fruits for the three of them to eat.

Xia Gongzi walked to the place where the angry god was cooking and looked at it, and the penitent sword spirit seemed to have found some traces.

"In addition to my master, there are other people here. The penitent sword spirit looked at the chopsticks and bowl and said.

"Before we came, someone should have stayed here with the angry god for some time. Xia Gongzi said.

"Who could that be?" said the butterfly.

"This person has a strong spiritual power, and I guess he should have seen the guards of the ghost clan rushing up, so he fled with the angry god. Xia Gongzi said with a fan of the brocade spirit in his hand.

"For so many years, my master hasn't had anything to do with anyone. The Repentant Sword Spirit thought for a moment and said.

The eye butterfly took out the phoenix god robe to find the direction of the angry god, the spirit on the penitent sword spirit emitted a red light, according to the residual breath of the angry god living in this dilapidated attic, Ruth summoned the bamboo elf to lead the way to find the trace of the angry god.

The three of them followed the bamboo elf together, passing through this lonely forest, and the bamboo elf flew over the lonely lake and disappeared on the surface of the lonely lake.

"Could it be that the angry god is on that island in the lonely lake?" Ruth said, looking at the bamboo elf who had disappeared into the lake.

"How are we going to get over to that island?" Butterfly looked around, it was all surrounded by water, and there were no boats at all.

Xia Gongzi remembered that the shopkeeper of the teahouse had said that it was closer to the west of the Lonely Lake, so the three of them walked to the west of the Lonely Lake together, and when they arrived to the west, they still didn't see a boat or a bridge on the island that could pass by.

Xia Gongzi took the phantom sword in Rusi's hand, cut down some trees, split the trees into wooden pieces, and then tied these logs into a raft with a lock spirit rope, and the three of them threw the simple and rough raft tied up on the lake, stepped on the raft, and rowed to the small island in the middle of the lonely lake with a freshly cut wooden stick.

As soon as I stepped on the island, I heard a noise coming from inside, which sounded extremely lively. The three of them looked around the island, but they didn't know how these people had come to the island, there were no boats, no other rafts, and no bridges leading directly to the island.

The three of them walked in towards the noisy voice, only to see four big characters at the door: meet friends with poetry. But listening to these noisy voices does not look like a person who composes poems and lyrics, but more like the shouts of a group of people competing here.

A man who looked a little refined blocked the way of the three of them, and after looking the three people in front of him up and down, he took out a bamboo tube with bamboo sticks in it.

"Three, each person draws a lot. The man smiled and handed over the bamboo sticks in the bamboo tube.

Each of the three drew one, which read: Repentance, Life, Sword. The man handed over the bamboo sticks in the hands of the three and smiled.

"Three, please follow me. The man said as he led the three of them in.

"Well, wait a minute, what does this sign mean? Xia Gongzi stopped the man.

"Didn't you come here looking for someone?" said the man with a strange smile.

"How do you know we're here to find someone?" asked Butterfly curiously.

"Look at the lot you draw. The man smiled slightly, and politely stretched out his hand to make a gesture of invitation.

"Where is the person we are looking for now?" asked Xia Gongzi.

"Three, after you follow the steps written on this sign step by step, you can find the person you are looking for. The man smiled slightly, and turned to walk inside.

After the three followed the man inside, they saw a large crowd of people surrounding a ring, and two men in the ring were holding long swords, ready to fight.

"Didn't you say that all the scholars and scholars who came here were scholars? How did they look like a martial arts contest among the people in the rivers and lakes?"

"Three, please be seated. The man gestured to the next seat and asked the three to sit down.

"Well, it doesn't look like poetry at all, I think it looks more like—" Ruth asked.

"This girl didn't know that this was originally a gathering place for poetry clubs, but as early as a few days ago, it was changed to a martial arts competition for people in the rivers and lakes, and the door number has not had time to be changed. The man smiled slightly.

"What?

The man brought three glasses of water and handed them to the three of them, and Xia Gongzi called out to the man.

"What exactly does it mean on these three sticks?" asked Xia Gongzi.

"Three, when your names are read, you will go up. After the man took the paper and ink and asked the three to write down their names, the man took the paper and left.

"Do you have to compete with someone here?" Ruth said, looking at the two strong men in the ring.

"I thought we would come here to watch people sing poems and lyrics, but what we saw was dancing with swords and swords. Butterfly said.

The two men in the ring had already begun to compete, and the referee gave an order in the middle, and the two strong men fought with knives and swords.

"I want to ask, are all of you here looking for someone to come onlookers?" asked Xia Gongzi when he called the man who led the way just now.

"Not exactly. The man said with a slight smile.

"Then let's find someone, and we can only meet after winning the competition?" said Xia Gongzi as he looked at the man.

"Childe is really smart, that's right, our island lord has been waiting for you for a long time, and the person you want is chatting and drinking tea with our island owner. The man said, still smiling.

"Who is your island master?" asked Xia Gongzi.

"This island owner won't let me say, when the three of you are over, I will naturally let you see it. The man turned and left.

The three of them looked at the noise around them, and looked at the pairs of martial arts warriors on the stage, Xia Gongzi thought to himself, how did these people come to this island.

The two strong men in the ring seem to be people who have been practicing martial arts for a long time, and judging from the muscles of their arms and the power of swinging their knives, they can be regarded as middle and upper ranks.

"In the thirty-third round, the warrior won. A strong man standing in the ring held a saber in his hand, raised his hand and cheered, and countless people were crowded under the ring, cheering for the victory of this warrior.

Mu Butterfly, Ru Si and Xia Gongzi stood up and squeezed into the crowd, looking at the cheers of these strangers around them, it seemed that all martial arts practitioners had gathered here.

This rumored fairyland-like poet will live in the lake, but now it has become like this. Xia Gongzi frowned and looked around, always feeling that something was wrong, but he couldn't say it.

The victorious warrior walked down to cheers, through the crowd, and towards the other side, the referee said in the ring that it was a break and that the next round would start in ten minutes.

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