The rivers and lakes are difficult to walk.

Life, how can it not cross from one river and lake to another, deceit, intrigue, endless love and hatred, and endless troubles.

Fortunately, what people in the world are best at is forgetting, and those who can't forget are either dead or drunk, and they don't have to forget when they die, and those who are drunk continue to get drunk, or someone becomes vicious, hateful because of love, because of jealousy, and simply forgets, and he has destroyed everything he wants to forget.

The rivers and lakes are like a road of no return, people go fast, go in a hurry, and when they look back suddenly, they see that there is no way to come, just like life, they can only miss and it is difficult to stay.

And this Jianghu ......

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Blue Dragon Club.

It's a mysterious organization, so mysterious that no one in the world knows its past, what it has, and who leads it? And when did it rise in the rivers and lakes? It is like the shadow of a person, this shadow has coexisted with him since birth, and the "Green Dragon Society" is like the shadow of this river and lake, as if, the day there are rivers and lakes, the "Green Dragon Society" has existed and coexisted with the world.

Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, and where there are rivers and lakes, there is the "Blue Dragon Society".

It is unbelievably mysterious, but also incredibly powerful, ignoring secular rules and not following the so-called benevolence and morality, and is above black and white.

No one knows how powerful the "Blue Dragon Society" is, but if it wants your life, it must be very easy, poisoning, assassinating, assassinating, booby-trapping, or forcing you to commit suicide.

Jianghu, martial arts is sometimes not the only means to win, is that people have concerns, there are weaknesses, there are weaknesses, no matter how superb your martial arts are, you will inevitably be controlled by others, and even dragged to death by your own weaknesses.

And some people, kill people without knives, especially women, and they are good-looking women, they don't need peerless martial arts, they can attract countless men to die willingly.

Men, the word is "cheap", greedy for money and lustful, loves women, loves to death, and then really dies.

But what if all the pink and red in a person's eyes are skeletons?

It's dusk.

In the town, the bleak sunset dyed the clouds on the horizon, and the fiery red color, like cotton soaked in blood, floated in the sky, as if it was about to fall at any time, bringing a chilling slaughter.

The withered leaves of Artemisia grass were blown by the whimpering evening wind, and with the dust on the long street, they swept and flew, and an ominous bird with black feathers rested on the bare forks of the dead trees at the entrance of the town, and "quacked" with a piercing strange cry.

The sunset of the twilight is as beautiful as blood.

On the loess mottled streets, the slender figures were pulled and thrown to the ground, and people cleaned up their stalls and chased the yellow dogs.

And looking at people.

A good-looking man.

The man was dressed in plain blue clothes, with tight stitches, and jade-white threads embroidered on them, twisting and twisting, outlining the appearance of acacia flowers.

Just sitting quietly, casually tying the hair on the back of the neck, and hanging down the temples so much, people passing by, no matter which way they go, at this moment, they can't help but subconsciously look and look, and then can't take their eyes off, as if they have been sucked into their souls.

Then he hit the wall, and despite the nosebleeds and grinning teeth in pain, he couldn't help but look at it.

The man, on the other hand, was sitting in a teahouse, holding a mirror in his hand, looking at himself, looking at himself in the mirror very seriously.

But in the eyes of men, the self in the mirror is undergoing some indescribable terrifying changes at this time.

I saw that on the jade-like forehead, the flesh and blood suddenly rotted, the skin and flesh fell off, the white bones were exposed, and the muscles and flesh appeared, just like a dead body buried in the soil for ten days and a half months, rotting and decaying, terrifying and hideous.

As if it had been burned by fire, the rotten flesh spread from his forehead, and in the blink of an eye, the green silk turned to ash, and his bright eyes were rotten and hollow, and he turned into a bloody skull.

"It's really not easy to see this idea!"

Muttering, Su Qing bared his teeth and crooked his mouth, and the skull in the mirror actually changed with him, he touched his face again, and the touch under his palm was still flesh and blood, but what he saw in his eyes was a skeleton.

The guy on the side saw that he looked strange in the mirror, but he just shook his head, thinking that he was stunned, and then said, "Guest officer, you have been sitting here for a while, why don't you order a few dried fruit preserves and snacks to try it?" ”

Su Qing turned his gaze sideways when he heard the sound, and his eyes swept away, and he saw the clever appearance of the guy, that face, in an instant, the flesh and blood were rotten, and it turned into a skeleton.

Su Qing stared at him for a long time, not seeing joy or anger, not seeing horror.

"Okay, let's have some of it!"

And he looked out into the street, and as far as he could see, there was no distinction between men and women, and the faces of those men were all rotten skin and rotten flesh, and they were turned into skeletons, clothed, and walked in the world.

Seeing the skeletons and white bones everywhere, Su Qing's breath trembled, and his temples drummed with it, he took a deep breath, the expression in his eyes gradually settled, his eyes were dark, as if there was a fog shrouded in light, and he said after a while, "What a white bone world, this method can distinguish between flesh and bones, but it will help me improve my sword skills!" ”

He closed his eyes, and when he opened them, he saw all the skeletons in front of him, but they were gone, and the flesh and skin reappeared, as if they were all hallucinations before, and they were as usual, and they were all laughing and showing their faces.

Su Qing put down the bronze mirror, a layer of fine sweat had been secreted on his forehead at some point, and his face was pale.

"Guest, are you alright?"

The man was quick with his hands and feet, and came up with tea.

"Nothing!"

Su Qing's gaze fell to the end of the street, where a three-zhang high flagpole was standing in the dusk, with four large lanterns hanging on the top, shining in vermilion, and there were already fire candles lit inside, revealing the dark words outside.

"Fengyun Inn."

"Whoa!"

There was a sudden sparse sound beside him, and the man was distracted by staring at Su Qing, the teapot in his hand fell to the ground, the fragments were scattered, and the tea flowed and meandered, condensing into a few lines of handwriting in Su Qing's eyes.

Name: Su Qing

World Immortal Sword

Identity: The person invited by the Storm Inn

The mission is to find out the identity of the boss of the green dragon

Process none

"Stinky boy, sloppy and sloppy!"

The shopkeeper came to the guy and scolded him for a stinking face.

Su Qing raised his eyebrows, reached out and touched it in his arms, and took out a bright red invitation, which left traces of pen and ink, as if he saw something funny, and he put the invitation in his arms again.

"The Blue Dragon Society? Interesting! ”

At this time.

At one end of the town, it suddenly became quiet, and it became quieter and quieter, and the silence was a little weird, and I saw that under the afterglow of the sunset, there were nine more strange people on the stone street with heavy sand.

From far to near, take your time.