Baoding City.

There was a lonely gloom in the heavens and the earth.

The dead leaves and old trees are like the oil running out of lamps, and the old man who has come to the end of the line, the falling leaves seem to be the powerless sighs and sighs.

Time passes, the sun and the moon fly.

In the blink of an eye, it's autumn again.

The rivers and lakes are like rivers and lakes, the back waves push the front waves, and the new people replace the old people.

No matter how big your name is, but as time goes by, it will inevitably be forgotten.

People are always forgetful.

In the heart of Baoding City, an inn has been closed for more than a year, the doors and windows are also dim, become dilapidated and old, as if no one has taken care of it for a long time, the window paper has been blown by the wind and rain, looking through the hole above, the tables and chairs placed inside have already been full of dust.

Three or two sparrows that had strayed into it were chattering around, looking for food.

There is no one to take care of.

It's been a long time since anyone came here.

At first, there were also well-known martial arts masters, rising generations, young and handsome people, they all wanted to challenge the master here and use it to become famous all over the world, but I don't know when, the building has long been empty, very empty, and there is no popularity.

The flag of "Yuelai Inn" on the flagpole will be tattered, fluttering in the wind, as if it has been gnawed by a dog, full of holes.

No one knows where the people here have gone, and it was as if the world had evaporated overnight, silent and no longer lively.

On the stone platform in front of the inn, the unkempt and sloppy man, drunk and staggering, walked to the front, his feet were soft, and he had fallen down against the wooden door, and he did not exhale pain, and his mouth was snoring and snoring.

The long street is silent, the cold autumn wind sweeps by, the dust sweeps the leaves, and the sound brings up a kind of sad feeling in the rivers and lakes.

Suddenly, I heard the sound of a fast horse galloping, sonorously coming, like a drum, the startled dust was rolling, and the fallen leaves were scattered.

Drink through the silence, but also crush the silence.

The sound of horses' hooves came from far and near, and they came quickly.

The man on horseback wore a brightly colored apricot yellow robe, only frowned at the drunken man who vomited at the door, and then looked at the empty inn, and cursed "bad luck" in his mouth, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

The drunken man shook the bottle, and perhaps found that there was no wine, so he got up on the ground, and staggered towards the opposite side of the inn, and he turned around into a narrow alley and disappeared.

And at the end of a laneway not far away, there was a huge mansion, but it was as cold and scary as the inn when everything withered and was bleak like autumn.

The alley in front of the door was paved with piles of dead leaves, the vermilion gate was also covered with dust, the vermilion paint was peeling, and the two copper rings on the door leaf were also covered with patina.

On the head of the door, there is a plaque with the words "Xingyunzhuang", which is now crumbling, falling down almost in the twilight wind, making a faint "creaking" sound.

This is actually Xingyunzhuang?

On the other side of the high wall, no human voice has been heard for a long time, since the "plum blossom thief" case, Long Xiaoyun's reputation has been discredited, and this place has gradually declined, and the owner of this place has long disappeared without a trace.

Some people end in disgrace, and some people rise sharply.

In recent years, a big thing has happened on the rivers and lakes, which is enough to make the entire martial arts turmoil.

It has to be traced back to the early spring of this year.

A name sprung up like mushrooms after a rain overnight, and then swept the huge martial arts and shocked the world.

"Money Gang!"

Shangguan Jinhong was silent for more than a year, and gathered the world's masters, together with the seventeen masters on the weapon spectrum, to form the famous and terrifying "Money Gang".

For more than half a year, where it has passed, it has been rampant, swept black and white, invincible, and constantly collected all forces, causing everyone in the rivers and lakes to be frightened.

Among them, Shangguan Jinhong is needless to say, this person ranks second in the "weapon spectrum", and the dragon and phoenix ring are even more famous for a long time, and they are invincible in the world; But now, there is a person who seems to have been born out of nowhere, from north to south, under the sword, he has picked up all kinds of sword masters, none of them have failed, and his reputation has shocked the world, and it is rumored that this person is Shangguan's right-hand man.

It was Jing Wulife.

He searched all over the world, as if he was looking for someone.

Everyone in the world loves money, but now who would have thought that the word "money" would become a nightmare, which makes people talk about it and be afraid.

……

The other end.

The reckless mountains, steep peaks stand in a forest, towering and towering, only say that in the clouds, mountains and fog sea, there is a magnificent palace that is not known to others.

Now the torches are burning, and there are many people inside.

At the top of the main hall, at the end of the stone steps, there is an ancient and calm stone seat, on which a person sits.

Supreme and prestigious, supreme and supreme.

The man sat very casually, holding his head on his forehead, leaning slightly, looking a little careless, lazy as if he was taking a nap, under the cold bronze mask, a pair of eyes, half-open and half-closed.

He was covered with a black velvet collar, and his whole body seemed to be covered in it, and his black hair was combed upside down to the back of his head, whirring and fluttering in the mountain wind blowing in.

Below the stone steps.

The figures stayed for a long time, but none of them dared to speak, they were like a person carved in stone and clay, as if waiting for the person in the upper seat to sleep enough, sleep enough, wake up by themselves, stand still with their eyes down, and dare not speak.

Dreams are beautiful, everyone dreams, but no one but disturbs this person's dreams.

"Say!"

It wasn't until a whispering voice sounded that it spread throughout the palace that someone stepped out of the crowd.

"Qiyu gang leader, the money gang has wantonly gathered forces from all sides, and most of the black and white masters are attached to Shangguan Jinhong, and its momentum is already in full swing, which is terrifying!"

"Go on!"

The cold voice rose again.

Someone said respectfully: "Returning to the gang master, the southern martial arts family, now there is a great tendency to look forward to the head of the Shenjian Villa, and the north rejects the money gang, and the owner of the Shenjian Villa, Xie Wangsun, has also come out of the green water lake, and wants to be a master of this matter!" ”

"The Demon Sect is still blocked by the Divine Sword Hall, and it is difficult to advance eastward!"

"In recent years, there have been stars and seas in the West that have gradually grown, and they are respected by the Tantric Yellow Sect, and there are many disciples who are mixed, good and bad, black and white!"

The person on the stone seat stretched out a delicate finger, slowly plucked his ears, and then slowly opened his eyes, but saw that the eyes were like a layer of mist, deep and difficult to see, obscure, flickering, like two stars wrapped in the night, and the essence burst out.

"Well, it's really lively!"

"By the way, is there anything interesting going on these days? Tell me about it! ”

Chen Eryu said: "A few days ago, the masters on the north and south banks of the Yellow River inexplicably received an invitation, saying that in Xingyun Village, a secret treasure was born, and the martial arts colleagues were invited to decide where to belong!" ”

The person who sat down had already sat up straight, like a statue of a god, put his hands on his sleeves, and said lightly: "Who sent the invitation?" ”

Chen Er responded: "It's Lin Xian'er!" She has lived in seclusion with Ah Fei for many years, and now she is afraid that she has a new plan! ”

The figure sat down and chuckled when he heard the words.

"It's just a clown!"

"Jing Wusheng is in the limelight, it seems that this person's sword path has been completed!"

"It's okay, I've waited long enough!"

One person sat down, Di Qinglin suddenly said: "Do it now?" ”

The man on the stone seat said softly: "Sometimes, the opportunity is like fresh meat, if you miss it, it will either stink or be divided, take this opportunity, since Shangguan Jinhong has opened up the territory for us, let's start to prepare!" ”

"Helmsmen of all parties, listen to orders!"

"The subordinates are here!"

But in the palace, the voices of people gathered like a big river and too many waves, and there were more than 200 people, all kneeling on one knee.

After a moment of silence, I suddenly saw that the eyes of the person on the stone seat suddenly burst into light, cold and cold, and his words fell to the ground.

"On the fifteenth day, now it is the first day of the new year, on the night of the full moon, all parties holding the flag, when the night is dawn, they all need to hang the flag in the world, and order the rudder to help the people, where they pass, all the martial arts do not respect my Qinglong Banner, all will be captured and killed, if you meet the money gang to help the people, cut the grass and eradicate the roots, no one is left!"

"The reincarnation of the green dragon is right in front of you, wait for me to level the rivers and lakes, God blocks and kills God, and Buddha blocks and kills Buddha!"

"Kill!"

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