Hongluo Yu saw that the Taoist priest seemed to be furious in his heart, and a pair of pure eyes were staring at himself as if he was out of a sheathed long sword, as if he was ready to stab seventeen or eighteen holes in his body at any time, he laughed dryly twice, and said:

"Don't, don't be so anxious......"

"Staring at me like this, I blushed when I stole it......"

"You immodest Taoist!"

The corners of the ancient Taoist's mouth twitched slightly, and the five fingers of his right hand opened slightly, causing the wind and thunder, and the faint sound of the sword roaring, and on the side of the sky, there were all the thick and deep purple lightning thunder, which blurred the original sky, and seemed to be roaring with a dragon.

"Stop! Calm down! ”

"I said, I said it's not enough? I said......"

Seeing that the Taoist priest's five fingers were slightly open, as if he had drawn his sword, the hairs on the back of Hongluoyu's neck stood up, and he hurriedly interrupted, seeing that the Taoist priest's eyes swept over, and he simply said neatly:

"That's his subordinate."

The Taoist priest paused slightly, narrowed his eyes, and said:

"Go on."

In fact, without waiting for him to ask, Hong Luoyu also continued to speak, and whispered in his mouth:

"Zhao Keman Hu Ying, Wu Hook Shuang Xueming."

"The silver saddle shines on the white horse, like a meteor."

"Kill one person in ten steps, and don't stay for a thousand miles."

"Brush off your clothes and go away, and hide your body and name deeply."

"Zhao Ke, Wu Hook, White Horse, Meteor, these are the four elites under his command, the arrangement is actually different from Li Taibai's poems, the first one is called Wu Hook, not a sword, but an iron hook, a big iron hook."

The ancient Taoist murmured: "The big iron hook ......"

"Yes, a big iron hook that specializes in hooking people's lives and souls."

"Wu Hook Frost and Snow, thousands of miles do not stay, those who receive this name, are all light and outstanding, good at tracking, of course, compared to me, it is naturally much inferior, think back then, I ......, cough cough, I mean ......"

Hongluoyu was about to habitually boast about himself, and suddenly saw the evil anger in the eyes of the ancient Taoist, coughed dryly twice, and said again:

"I mean, since it's called Wu Hook Frost Snow, it's called white, no matter what, if the cuff on the front side of the right arm is torn off, it will inevitably be followed by a white wide sleeve with a picture of the green dragon breaking water......"

The ancient Taoist was silent, muttered silently, and then waved his hand, dispersing the thunder and light entangled in his palm, and said:

"Speaking of which, what about the other three?"

Hongluo Yu breathed a sigh of relief, and replied when he heard the words: "Although Wu Hook is the first, the most dangerous is Zhao Ke. ”

"Zhao Ke is a martial arts master, good at fighting, although there are not many, but everyone is based on the five products, the killing is strong, good at forming a formation against the enemy, known as ten steps and one kill, if there are three people joining forces, even if you and I, under the same cultivation, can only barely fight, and even escape with injuries."

Gu Daoren's eyes flashed, and he said:

"One sword killed back then, a guest in the clouds, and a palm covering the Tianshan Mountains, are all one of them?"

Hong Luoyu raised his eyebrows, suddenly sighed softly, looked him up and down, and then said:

"You know, a lot."

"This matter should only be known to the Sect Master Elders of the Seven Great Sects, your sister and you really have such a good relationship, even this kind of blood alliance will be informed to you."

"I originally thought that the master of Zixiao Palace in Wudang Mountain was a trustworthy person."

Gu Daoren's face was as usual, and he said: "Sister, naturally, I won't tell me, but I'm not a stupid person, after the seven major sects, many actions, faintly aimed at these people, I have always had doubts in my heart, you say it now, the front and back are connected, and the doubts are naturally clear." ”

"If you don't believe me, I can swear that my sister didn't tell me about this."

Hongluo Yuhu looked at him suspiciously, only to see that his expression was frank, not like a fake, he seemed to accept it reluctantly, nodded, and said: "That is the case, it should be like this, in fact, there will always be a day when I will open it and say, you know, but it doesn't matter." ”

"As for the 'White Horse', it is an undercover agent, to find out the intelligence of the world, who is its true identity, even if it is also a white horse, has been in contact, and the opposite side meets, it will not be known, let alone known."

"There are rumors in the rivers and lakes that when the last mask of the 'White Horse' is lifted, that is, when he dies, this kind of person will not be able to see the sun, and he will not be able to do it for the rest of his life. Their martial arts skills are not necessarily strong, but they have special identities and can grasp more information, some are rich people in the world, some are officials in the DPRK and China, and even more exaggerated. ”

The Taoist priest raised his eyebrows and said, "More exaggerated? ”

Hong Luoyu said: "Not bad. ”

"I remember that there were Turkic warriors in the rivers and lakes back then, and even those visitors from outside the territory were quite eager, who knew that in the end, the largest of them, Shan Yu, the head of the tribe, was actually a white horse under the command of Qinglong."

"Who knows? Hell knows, play a big game of chess. ”

"Anyway, when I heard about it that day, I almost poked my ear out of my ear."

"As for what a meteor is, you should understand...... This group of people is no stranger to the rivers and lakes, and if you enter the rivers and lakes, you will definitely hear of their existence. ”

"Speaking of which, the quarrel between our seven sects and the surname Win back then was not also because someone pretended to be a martial artist in the meteor, killed important people in their respective sects, left the meteor order, and blamed Qinglong?"

The ancient Taoist was silent, exhaled, and said:

"Killers."

Saying these two words, he was relieved, stood in place, looked at the direction of the main peak of Shaolin Temple, and after a long time, he suddenly remembered something, and said again: "By the way, you said that your uncle, he has something to do with this matter?" What does it matter? ”

Hong Luoyu was silent, and then said slowly:

"I've already said it, if you want to know, you have to pay more......"

Seeing that he didn't want to say more, the ancient Taoist laughed and said, "It seems that if he wants to hear this story one day, he will have to save more money." ”

Hong Luoyu grinned:

"Clever!"

The ancient Taoist muttered: "You say, in the past few years, will he have re-made these things in this world?" ”

Hongluoyu shook his head and said: "This is impossible, he also had a foundation back then, and I was stuck here, there is no way to go out, who has no rice to cook?" ”

The ancient Taoist couldn't help but say: "It's a good woman who can't cook without rice." ”

Hong Luoyu rolled his eyes and said impatiently:

"Okay, yes, yes, what's the difference?"

"In short, it's too difficult for him to do things, at least his spiritual rhyme is not enough, my arms and legs haven't been able to get it out, he has been distracted and trained for the Shenwu Mansion It's already amazing, is there still any strength left? I don't believe it, I don't have ...... hands and feet."

"At most, I can put one or two more people, for example, what kind of master Huaidie, if the martial arts go further, the start is very spicy, it can be regarded as Zhao Keli's level, if you want me to say, if you have leisure and spiritual rhyme, it is a serious thing to get my hands and feet out as soon as possible......"

"I'm going to have hands and feet, I'll tell you, what silver saddle white horse, it's all a fart."

On the main peak of Shaolin, the green-shirted scribe stopped moaning at some point, his left hand was propped up on the armrest, his chin was supported, and his right hand was holding a scroll, and his eyes were lazy, looking at the words on the book.

There are no words written on this scroll, let alone a meaning, only a person's face is painted, a few brushstrokes, extremely expressive, a middle-aged man, with an ordinary face, just because the nose is a few points larger than ordinary people, it is inevitable that it looks a little strange.

There are two words underneath, one of which has been obscured, and we have to recognize the first word as 'B'.

Fingers tap lightly on the armrest.

At the bottom of the page, text emerges, and there are more sketchy figures, drawing a sturdy man, fingering, and the direction of the meridians is clearly marked in red and black handwriting.

The scribe's eyes swept and he murmured silently:

"Doraya's Finger ......"

Immediately at will, two of them from the Taiyuan acupoint up to the shoulder, immediately into the Ren vein, the line change to the dantian, is no longer the original Shaolin Temple generations of monks for hundreds of years of polishing as the round.

The internal qi circulation route is becoming more and more complicated, and the power may not increase, but there are real hidden dangers, making several meridians too frequent, which is unhindered, and can even make the internal qi walking more and more tenacious, which is quite helpful in the improvement of internal strength.

But if it is known by someone with a heart, as long as it is lucky, find the right time, and stab the acupoint here with sword qi, it will inevitably lead to the collapse of the internal qi, but instead rush to the dantian, at least half a pillar of incense time is paralyzed on the ground, unable to move, no matter how clever and capable the warrior is, it will be like a dead corpse, let others slaughter.

After the scribe made this change, his expression was pale and did not fluctuate at all, as if he was just drinking tea and watching the flowers and watching the moon.

Then the wrist moved slightly, the pages of the book flipped over with a bang, and I don't know how many pages I turned over, only to see that one side did not increase, and one side did not decrease, and I don't know whether it was a blank in the past, or a text was written, and what was written on it was a martial arts cheat, or a portrait like just now.

In the past few breaths, the page suddenly stopped, and the picture on it was a young man with high cheeks and heroic eyebrows, if Wang Anfeng saw it, he could recognize it, this was the young man of the Hu people who was saved in the Fufeng School Palace four years ago, and he was a member of Tuoba Yue.

On that day, this Hu man boy was very depressed, fell into the hands of slave traders, tortured and whipped several times, almost lost his life, but at this time he has grown into a tall young man, there is a kind of heroic and arrogant spirit on the grassland between his eyebrows, even if the portrait, you can see that the eyes are shining, with a knife in one hand, and a flying eagle hanging down from the right shoulder, which is extremely miraculous.

There are also words below, but it is not A, B, C, D, but the word "Kui".

The scribe knocked on the handrail, muttered a moment or two, and turned a few pages again, on which was a beautiful woman, with soft pupils and a coquettish atmosphere, that is, Shi Huaidie, but there was no handwriting below, and the scribe in the green shirt looked plain as usual, and then flipped through it again.

Change it at will, so many times, his demeanor was faintly a little lazy, he put the scroll on one side at will, picked up the tea cup, took a sip of weak tea, and the Taoist behind him stepped on the void, glanced at the scroll on the desk, and said:

"Reading again?"

The green-shirted scribe looked lazy, and asked without answering:

"Don't look at your Daozang today?"

The Taoist raised his eyebrows and said, "Daozang has seen a lot, and he always wants to see other things, such as daily diet, naturally not only eating staple food, dry rice, but also eating some vegetables and fruits. ”

"I think you're pretty good."

After that, he raised his hand, as if he grabbed it at will, and when his inner qi surged, he had already held the scroll in his hand, and it was not as he expected, when he encountered obstacles, curiosity rose in his heart, his eyes turned, and his eyes swept over the scroll, but it was a poem of seclusion and idleness, and he read it to himself, saying:

"White linen is clothed and grassy, and it is like to meet each other."

"Every time you play the landscape and forget the sorrow song, you are lazy to recommend the princely self-recommendation ......"

"This, this is ......"

The Taoist was slightly stunned, raised his eyes to look at the green-shirted scribe on the bamboo chair, who held his chin with his palm, his fingers were slender and white, and said lightly:

"It's just an ordinary boring thing."

"If you want it, Taoist priest, this seat will give it to you, why don't you ask and take it yourself?"

The ancient Taoist opened his mouth, quite embarrassed, the scribe said to this extent, how could he be willing, his wrist shook, and when the qi machine was running, the scroll had fallen back on the desk, and he didn't know what to say for a while, but said:

"I didn't think you'd read a book like this."

The corner of the scribe's mouth was hidden in ridicule, and he said: "If you don't read books, what do you want me to do, learn from the monk to recite the scriptures, or learn from Wu Changqing to refine medicine?" Time is long, idle and nothing, just to relieve boredom. ”

The ancient Taoist calmed down the embarrassment in his heart and said with a smile:

"The predecessors just said that time is short, but when it comes to you, it will be long."

"However, among these verses, there is quite a demeanor of seclusion and self-enjoyment, and it is good to see, in fact, if you have leisure, you can also leave this place, go to Anfeng, and find some quiet places to enjoy the scenery, the ancients once said that seeing the quiet can extinguish the heart of victory."

The scribe didn't answer, and the Taoist priest was not angry, he was happy to see the appearance of the green-shirted scribe, although it seemed that he didn't live for him, but the scribe could be so quiet, it really made him happy in his heart.

After hesitating twice, he wanted to paced to the side of him, and put out the chessboard pieces as usual, and the two played and chatted, but now the atmosphere was somewhat awkward, and there was nothing to talk about, so after thinking about it, he just asked:

"By the way, what are you thinking?"

The scribe raised his eyebrows, as if he felt a little funny, raised his hand and pressed the center of his eyebrows, a pair of narrow eyes like blades were slightly constricted, eyelashes covered the light of his eyes, looked at the scenery in the distance, paused, and said:

"I'm thinking."

"The weather is very good today......

…………………………

In the secret room in the belly of the mountain, Shi Huaidie barely suppressed her fear and horror in her heart, since yesterday, no, since she informed Mr. Yu of the news of 'Qiqi', her heart has not been stable for a moment.

She wants revenge, and she wants to live.

Sandwiched between such instinctive desires, fear of the organization, and apology and gratitude for my husband, it is almost equivalent to being under tremendous torture and pressure every day and night, and there is no way to get rid of it for a moment, for fear that one day the matter will be exposed and there will be no place to bury.

After many years of ups and downs on the rivers and lakes, she knew that a woman like herself, once she fell into the hands of others, it would be a luxury to want to die.

The sound of footsteps outside the door approached, Shi Huaidie's body shook slightly, as if a thunderbolt exploded in his mind, and he subconsciously clenched the red dress, as if scarlet color, setting off heavy waves.

The footsteps stopped, and the person outside the door spoke respectfully, saying:

"Butterfly girl, I have sent a new elixir, but do you want to send it in?"

Shi Huaidie came back to his senses in a trance, realizing that this was the maid who had been serving him during this time, he laughed at himself in his heart, stabilized his voice, and said:

"No need, let's go, I'm still practicing at this time, besides, there was still a little bit of the pill I sent last time, where can I use the new one?"

The maid outside giggled:

"This is the commander of the army to make the old man treat the girl well, since the girl doesn't need it, the maid will put this pill in the outer pavilion, if you want to try the effect, call a sound, and the maid will send it to the girl."

"Well, you can go."

"No."

When the footsteps faded away, Shi Huaidie's palm slowly loosened, his face turned pale, and he exhaled a long breath.

It's almost a sure thing that 'Qiqi' will be controlled, but she really doesn't want to be so frightened anymore, and after that, after this incident, although I'm sorry for Mr., but I will definitely cut off contact with Mr.

Thinking of this, Shi Huaidie's eyes couldn't help but flash a few times, but he felt a little relaxed, and then he was more stressed, and there was a lot of guilt-

During this time, she was able to get rid of the grasp of 'Qiqi', and in the Sword Casting Valley, where she was in crisis step by step and attached great importance to her background, she rose step by step, and as a sword slave, she was valued and cultivated by the commander of the army, and every step out of the country relied on the casual guidance of that gentleman.

Although the gentleman did not say anything about her, in order to get the next step of the gentleman's guidance, she would always collect and tell the gentleman the news in the Sword Forge Valley.

People who have no value do not live long.

This is the first truth she learned in the rivers and lakes.

Although it is said that with her identity, she can't get really valuable news at all, at most, from idle conversation, she knows which divine envoy broke through again, or which divine envoy left the Sword Forge Valley after receiving the task, and where to go.

For example, as I heard before, the sword master An Zhaofeng of 'I take the sword' is rumored to go to the Jiangdong area, and there are rumors that it is Jiangnan, Jiannan Dao, for example, another big man seems to have gone to the Northern Desert alone......

It's all some powerful news that seems to involve many big people, but in fact it's widespread, I don't know if it's in the hands of a few people, and there are some real false rumors, but despite this, Mr. Feng didn't give up, and still gave more advice, even if it was Shi Huaidie's heart, he was still extremely grateful in his heart.

It's just that now the pressure is getting bigger and bigger, and she has a faint fear in her heart, if she continues, I'm afraid she will never be able to leave her husband again, but if one day, Mr.'s patience is finally exhausted, and she doesn't want to give any more guidance, then she doesn't know what will happen to her.

Or, one day, even if he is a great talent, he made a wrong move and exposed all kinds of things in the past......

The woman sighed complicatedly, raised her right hand, and pressed it on the fish intestine sword, in her mind, her thoughts fluctuated, and finally made up her mind, and next time she would confess to Mr. and beg Mr. for forgiveness.

If the gentleman asked her to pay any price, she would not complain at all.

It can't be harder than dying.

At this moment, the jade pendant on her waist shook, and then a familiar voice sounded in her ears-

"After tomorrow, when you are looking for leisure, come here to talk about it."

Shi Huaidie's expression changed, almost thinking that what he wanted in his mind was broken by Mr., his heart beat wildly, he took a few deep breaths, bowed slightly to the place where no one was, and promised in his mouth.

It's time to do a wrap-up......

PS: Today's 2-in-1 offers............ Five thousand two hundred words like this, separated from each chapter two thousand six ~