The Drifting Snow Villa has changed a deputy owner, who was specially selected by the scholar from the incense master under the door, called Seeking Knowledge. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info practiced the Wudang high-level martial arts Shangqing Sword, and was as friendly as a scholar, but he preferred to deal with financial and gang matters, and he used to be the incense master who was in charge of the finances of Santang. After taking office from the quest for knowledge, the scholar retired to the head of the hall. And the ability to learn does live up to the expectations of scholars, and the whole villa is thriving.

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Si Nian woke up indifferently from self-cultivation and looked at Mo Chou who was calling him. Mo Chou's embroidered eyebrows moved slightly, signaling that Jiuyan was calling him. Si Nian turned his head indifferently, and Jiu Yan said seriously: "Master Si Zhuang, I hope you can listen carefully now, we have important things to discuss." Only then did Si Nian notice that Jiuyan was sitting down, and the first seat was Qingfeng who didn't know when he came. Si Nian saw that Fengyue had also woken up from self-cultivation, and nodded slightly.

After more than half a year of getting along, Si Nian was gradually accepted by this group, because Si Nian's martial arts skills were high enough, and he had never done anything out of the ordinary after the Iron Blood Gang incident. Moreover, he had also saved Mo Chou and others in several gang battles, so everyone already had a good impression of this indifferent young man. Today, there are only seven people in the entire conference room: Qingfeng, Jiuyan, Fengyue, Rising Sun, Mochou, Hanxing and Si Nian.

Jiuyan coughed lightly, and then said to the others: "The day before yesterday, my palace used a sword to buy news from Bai Xiaosheng, and a cemetery appeared in the northwest desert, and there was actually something in that cemetery - the Martial Arts Supreme Order!" Presumably, everyone should also know that although the Martial Arts Supreme Order cannot command the rivers and lakes, it has an ability that is very tempting for us - to elevate the gang to a sect! So, I hope you can do your best to accomplish this task. According to Bai Xiaosheng, it takes seven Heavenly Pearls to open the door of the cemetery, and now, I have a list of ten people in my hands, and they each have a Heavenly Pearl in their hands. But the ten were far away, and we didn't have much time left, so the seven of us had to split up to find them. After a month, we gathered here and set off for the desert. ”

After Jiuyan finished speaking, he saw that the others were meaningless, so he continued: "Okay, I'll assign the task now......"

Si Nian was assigned to a No. 1 master of Wudang six years ago, named Feng Wuya. It was the second fastest sword in the rivers and lakes that was subservient to the wind in the martial arts that year.

Kunming is a spring city with four seasons like spring, and there will always be delicate flowers that bloom here. The blooming flowers resemble fairies dancing down to earth, and their enticing fragrance exudes in the gentle breeze of the season. The people of Kunming are very leisurely, they enjoy life, they are happy with mountains and rivers, good flowers and grass. Here, it seems to be the only pure land of bloody rivers and lakes. Because it is the only one, it was created by people who were once famous in the rivers and lakes. Those people like the city of Kunming very much, so they all came here when they chose to retreat. And the various factions on the rivers and lakes, either admiring these predecessors or fearing their reputation, will not develop their power to Kunming. Here, there has been no war for a long time, and for a long time, it almost made the people here forget that there is an existence called "Jianghu......

Si Nian carried the immortal sword on his back, and walked on the streets of Kunming with the image of a handsome noble son. According to intelligence, Feng Wuya lived in seclusion in Kunming. Si Nian had seen his portrait, but in the huge Kunming, it was not easy for him to find him. Since it's hard to find, let's wait......

Si Nian stayed in Kunming's largest green building all day - Hongyanfang. He gave 300,000 taels of silver to the old bao of Hongyanfang, and then stayed alone in a red-pink fragrant guest room, surrounded by sandalwood, facing the quiet candlelight. Self-study with your eyes closed......

Time passes quickly, and half a month has passed in a blink of an eye, but there is no news of the endless wind. Nian can still only quietly self-study.

In the evening, Lao Bao ran upstairs and delivered good news to Si Nian, someone inquired that Feng Wuya once had an NPC who was a friend of life and death, who died in a battle six years ago, and Feng Wuya buried him on a mountain outside Kunming with his own hands. And every year on the day of that NPC's sacrifice, Feng Wuya will take his wife Luo Tears to worship that NPC.

That day is tomorrow......

bathed and changed clothes, but he only used the petals of chrysanthemums to wash off the sweat stains on his body. Comb your hair, bundle your hair...... Si Nian spent a night doing these things. He did not go to battle tomorrow, but regarded it as sacred as Simon blowing snow. He's just because a man is so affectionate to an NPC, and a deceased NPC is worthy of a player who is so affectionate to him. No matter who it was, Si Nian felt the need to take that solemn occasion seriously. Express your respect to two people who have not met, but admired first. Although one person has been buried in the loess for a long time......

The night gradually faded, and Si Nian sat quietly in the room after bathing and changing clothes. Under the illumination of the candlelight, he was very serious, and he wiped the immortal sword very seriously. Although a white silk towel had been wiped for a long time, it was not stained with a trace of dust or blood. The Immortal Sword still shone with a faint silver light as if it had been drawn, and it did not become any brighter under the wipe of the white silk scarf.

It seems that doing so is very boring and even boring. However, Si Nian was willing to give up his precious self-study time to take it seriously and do such a seemingly superfluous thing meticulously. As the minutes passed, the flame of the red candle began to tremble, and the morning sun outside the window had penetrated the window and shone on Si Nian's delicate face.

The candlelight was gradually left in the rising sunlight, and gradually only the last scattered flames remained. Si Nian got up slowly, put his sword into the sheath, and slowly walked out of the door with his sword. The white silk scarf gently slipped from Si Nian's hand and pounced on the red candle with a glimmer of spark. When he saw that the silk scarf was about to fall on the red candle and be lit. The sound of the door opening, a gust of wind coming from outside the door, extinguishing the last sparks. The white silk scarf fluttered and fell, and the lid fell on the wick of the candle with only a wisp of white smoke left......