This unforeseen autumn rain came late. But at least on the border of Shanxi, I finally saw the rain. After a hot summer and a dry half of the autumn, the land of Shanxi experienced a hint of coolness. However, it didn't work. It's late, it's still too late after all.

The crops have been dry for a year, and they are particularly hostile to this belated rain, and even a little disgusted that it came too late.

On the top of the golden roof, the Wudang Taoist priest after the fierce battle slowly returned to his Taoist palace. The broken stone statue of Emperor Zhenwu was dragged to the back mountain by Daotong. "I'll leave it to you." Zhao Qingniu was also injured, took the bronze statue, and sighed: "The master has been exploring for decades, but he was still told by the ancestor that it is not yours, it has been occupied for a hundred years, ten thousand years, and in the end it is still not yours." Even if you die, you are glad that you can take it into the ground, but you are still afraid that it will be lost. ”

Zhao Han looked ugly and said, "Could it be that the ancestor is just like that?" Even the stone statue of Emperor Zhenwu has fallen, how can you bear this breath? ”

Zhao Qingniu was a little relieved and said, "Has the Zhenwu Emperor fallen?" He looked at the bronze statue in his hand, and then at the remaining pedestal over there, he was still alive. With that, he slowly left. When he walked past Luo Yifei, he looked at it fixedly and said, "Isn't this the apprentice of the Deshan Daoist?" How do you wear a Wudang uniform? ”

Zhao Han was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly explained the original situation. Zhao Qingniu's already not good-looking face became even more ugly, and said: "If it weren't for you being the head of Wudang, I would really want to slap this slap." Do all this kind of thing that breaks people's inheritance? How much is that dilapidated house really worth? ”

"Ancestor, it was the Nade Mountain Dao people themselves who agreed."

"That's not going to work either! Although Quan Zhen has nothing to do with my Wudang, he also belongs to the same famous and decent family. How can such a thing be done. Although Zhao Qingniu's temper is as stubborn as his name, he can still distinguish between right and wrong. Even if Bu Laodao is so troublesome. In the end, when Bu Laodao relented, he still accepted it calmly.

However. We will not tolerate such a matter of breaking people's inheritance. He looked at Luo Yifei and said, "You can go back by yourself." We Wudang are not the kind of shameless sects. That Taoist temple, just when we Wudang apologized. I'm in charge of this matter, and no one can disobey it! ”

Luo Yifei looked at the old green cow in a bit of confusion, he had seen the old green cow, and he punished himself for not being allowed to eat yesterday, and today he was really a little incomprehensible. Since the biggest old green cow on the mountain had spoken, Luo Yifei, who had no sense of presence in Wudang, bowed and hurriedly went down the mountain.

In the rain, his steps were fast. The broken hair on the boy's forehead fluttered lightly.

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This rain, falling in the alleys of Taiyuan City, is even more unpeaceful. The people of the Green Gang blocked the front and back of this rainy alley, and more than a dozen of them leaned against each other, and the embroidered spring knife in their hands finally showed a hideous face. Glittering.

Tie Yanxi stood on the small building, looked at the Jinyi guards at the end of these strong crossbows through the wooden window, and sneered: "Is it true that I haven't seen the big fish and shrimp in the world?" He spun the iron ball in one hand. In the other hand, he held the freshly brewed tea and tasted it carefully. "Remember to put it out." The old man dropped a fluttering word and lay down in the rocking chair in the room. No more talking.

What about Jinyiwei? When it's done, let's do another graft. Killing two birds with one stone, this Shanxi boundary. It's still the world of his Green Gang.

The rain in the alley gradually became dense, Liu Hui held the knife horizontally, and the raindrops swept across his cheeks and dripped on the narrow knife surface.

"Has the news gotten out?"

"It's out. As long as the time to hold on to half a stick of incense, the officers and soldiers will arrive. "They didn't expect that at the moment of today's delivery, their side had not taken the lead in making trouble, and the good hand of the Green Gang would burst into trouble and caught them off guard. Liu Hui gasped and said, "I mean Zhang Yao has not been notified there!" ”

"Informed! There is the first notice! Hyakyota Jiadong on the side replied.

Liu Hui nodded and said, "That's fine, brothers, hold on!" ”

They have no way out, the high walls on both sides, it is impossible to fly up, they are not martial arts masters, they can't fly the eaves and walk the walls, but the embroidered spring knife in their hands is enough to make ordinary Xiaoxiao frightened.

Well, now too!

"Kill!"

"Kill-kill!"

The rain became solemn. The members of the Green Gang at both ends began to kill the ten brocade guards. The sword light and sword shadows, people kept falling in the rain, and the smell of blood spread in the alley. The blood was quietly stained on the bluestone bricks. The shadow of the knife is dense, making a whirring sound in the rain.

Laugh at!

"Xiaodong!" Liu Hui slashed the mouse-eyed Qinggang man with a knife, and picked up Tian Jiadong, whose hand had been cut off. It was not cut down at one time, but a knife, a knife, even if the knife in his hand was weak, he didn't say a word, and always helped Liu Hui resist the damage from the side and behind. Eventually, he couldn't hold it anymore. The arrogant embroidered spring knife could no longer be waved and fell to the ground.

Liu Hui's eyes were crying blood, and the nine brothers who got along with each other day and night, and were like siblings, all fell down one by one. He was screaming, but his knife couldn't stop. Bloody rain and bloody wind, the battle in the alley is gradually coming to an end, a song of death, the sound of knives is mournful, and the aftermath is lingering.

In less than half a pillar of incense, dozens of corpses fell in a pool of blood, and Liu Hui knelt on one knee with a knife. Knife wounds on his back, bleeding profusely as he breathed.

He blinked, beads of blood falling from his eyelashes.

"Ahh Liu Hui stood up, put his hands on the hilt of the knife, hung his head, and rolled his eyes at the gang of palaces in front of him. A yellow paper umbrella slowly separates from the flow of people. The man under the umbrella was a familiar face to him.

"Old Iron?"

"Lord Jinyiwei, look up for a long time." Tie Yanxi carried his back with one hand, and the iron ball in his hand rotated, "Tie Yanxi, the helmsman of the Green Gang." Liu Hui's pupils shrank, but he didn't expect that this old man with a charitable face turned out to be the old Yanxi of the Green Gang. This time I was toyed with and applauded, and I really failed to go home.

"Give you a chance, say, who sent it."

"Die!" Liu Hui held the knife in both hands, stepped on the pool of blood, and the embroidered spring knife in his hand cut off the rain and slashed at Tie Yanxi.

Bite!

Xiuchun landed, Liu Hui's chest was dented, and the deadly iron ball broke his ribs and shattered his heart veins directly. Liu Hui's body slowly fell, and those eyes, looking at the sky, the rain slid down and flowed behind his head. With his last breath, he didn't exhale, but raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

The leader on one side went over, endured the nausea, took out the iron ball, wiped the blood with his sleeve, and then handed it back to Tie Yanxi. Lao Tie didn't mind, he still turned, but he just left a sentence to deal with it clearly, and then turned around and left. (To be continued......)