The long street at night was very quiet, and Uncle Tai burned away for ten breaths.

A black figure, ghostly appeared next to Yan Nanfei's corpse, it was a ninety-year-old man, with a tall figure, a child-like face, a pair of eyes very sharp, he stood there silently, his whole body breath could not be more ordinary, as if he was an ordinary old man.

The old man slowly squatted down, flipping Yan Nanfei's corpse, and then snorted coldly, his figure flashed, and he flashed into the darkness.

Then he went round and round out of the city, and ran three miles into a valley.

This valley is an ordinary valley that can't be more ordinary.

The ancient trees on the mountain are thick, the stream is murmuring, and there is a pavilion standing next to the stream. The moonlight is shining and the water is sparkling, a picture of the tranquil tranquility of the valley at night.

At the place of the pavilion stood a ninety-year-old man, dressed in a green robe, with his hands behind his back, looking at the beautiful scenery at night.

The old man in black came to the pavilion, stood beside the old man in the green robe, and whispered, "Senior brother, Yan Nanfei was scorched by Uncle Tai under the sword. ”

These two old men are none other than the two elders of the Heavenly Fowl Gate: the old man Yunhe and the old man Shangshan.

When the old man Yunhe heard this, his expression remained unchanged, and he sighed slightly: "The prince of Nanwang wants to rebel, but he pulls Tianqing together, Huo Tianqing, Huo Tianqing, have you kicked your brain to the donkey, others are using you, and you are still complacent there." In the past, the old guy Huo Xiu, just use him, after all, it is for the property of the Jinpeng Dynasty, but this time, you completely changed your surname to Zhu. ”

A trace of decline flashed in the eyes of the old man Shangshan: "Senior brother......"

The old man raised his hand. Stopped: "Okay. I know what you're going to say. Don't say it, I don't want to hear it. Gongzi Yu, who came out recently, has a mysterious origin, have you found anything? ”

"Gongzi Yu doesn't know where he is taught, but his martial arts are very high, especially in terms of external skills, it can be said that he has reached the pinnacle, during this time he took all the one hundred and eight floors of Tsing Yi in front of Huo Xiu under his command. I don't know what to do. I found out that Yan Nanfei of the Yan family had something to do with Gongzi Yu, and was about to do something on him, but who would have thought that he would be killed by Uncle Tai. ”

The old man Shang Shan shook his head and said.

The old man Yunhe moved: "The Taiji swordsmanship of the Yan family, from Wudang Mountain, is famous in the rivers and lakes, and the defense is famous, he didn't block the swordsmanship of the kid who was burning the uncle?" ”

"Yan Nanfei's Tai Chi swordsmanship is good, but ......" the old man of Shangshan said quietly: "Uncle Tai, this kid is very powerful. But it's round, it's rigorous, and it's fast. I watched from the side for a long time, but I didn't see any flaws. The two fought a total of sixty moves, and Yan Nanfei was defeated and died, and that uncle was able to play with ease from beginning to end, and he did not exert all his strength. ”

The old man Yunhe was silent for a moment, and then said for a long time: "You said that all the eighteenth floors of Tsing Yi were taken under Gongziyu's command, so will Gongziyu, Huo Xiu, and Nanwang Shizi have some connections?" ”

The old man of Shangshan thought with his eyes: "There should be a connection, even if there is no connection, then he will accept the one hundred and eighth floor of Tsing Yi, presumably with great ambition." ”

The old man Yunhe paced slowly, looking at the bright moon in the night sky: "There are talented people in the country, and a new generation is better than the old." We are all old, and now the situation on the rivers and lakes is strange and unpredictable, the power of the prince of Nanwang is getting bigger and bigger, and the rebellion will be sooner or later, Gongzi Yu will appear again, and the muddy waters in this are getting more and more muddy, and I already have more than enough strength to do it. There was a depression in his tone.

The old man Shangshan couldn't help but say, "Senior brother, you are ......"

"We have lived in seclusion in the mountains and forests for decades, and we have long been out of the rivers and lakes and out of the times, so do we two still have to go to the surname Zhu to sell our lives. Now that the reason has been found, it should be theirs. Uncle Tai will hand it over to you, after all, he killed Shanxi Yan, Shanxi Yan is our only disciple, how can we say the past if we don't come out. As for the prince of Nanwang, I want to see how the swordsmanship of the world-famous Baiyun City Lord is. ”

The old man Yunhe said lightly with his hands.

Uncle Tai's scorching figure slowly appeared in an alleyway, and he came to an inn and walked into the courtyard without hurrying.

The small courtyard is very elegant, and the uncle glanced at it, kept his steps, and went directly into the guest room.

The light in the room was soft, the orange carpet was simple, spotless, and warm, and as soon as he entered the room, he smelled a fragrant smell, which was the fragrance of white orchids, and he smelled it as soon as he smelled it.

Miaoman's Sun Xiaodie sits in a chair, wiping the sword in her hand, and in front of her is a vase filled with white orchids, from which the fragrance emanates.

As soon as Sun Xiaodie saw Uncle Tai's figure, she hurriedly stood up, three steps and two steps, with a kind of concern on her pretty face: "Master, how is it?" Are there any injuries? ”

Uncle Tai took off the Yandu sword, put it in the Qingluan ring, patted Sun Xiaodie's fragrant shoulder, sat on the chair, and said casually: "Don't worry, I'm not injured, Yan Nanfei has already laid down on the guillotine and gone to see Lord Yama." ”，

When Sun Xiaodie heard his words, she patted her chest with her hand and breathed a long sigh of relief: "It's okay, it's okay...... it's okay" The towering chest was slapped by the slender little hand.

Yan Nanfei is not as good as others, her swordsmanship attainments are extremely high, that day in the border town, she has seen Yan Nanfei's swordsmanship, Uncle Tai went to kill Yan Nanfei alone, how can she not worry.

A cup of fragrant tea was brought up by Sun Xiaodie, Uncle Tai picked up the tea cup and took a sip, the soup was translucent, sweet and sweet, good tea, and mixed with a faint woman's aroma.

Uncle Tai turned his eyes and inadvertently looked at the bed, the bedding had been laid out, and the room was clean. Unconsciously sighed lightly, a trace of complicated emotions flashed in his eyes, as a person who came over, how could he not know Sun Xiaodie's thoughts, he faintly felt that Sun Xiaodie had a faint and different affection for him.

It's just that...... Now that he has accepted Sun Xiaodie as an apprentice, does this man and woman want to learn from Yang Guo and Xiaolongnu?

There was still a bronze ancient door hanging over his head, and he didn't know what the next world would be and what he would face.

If it is placed in ordinary times, or in the future life, he will not refuse women who come, and besides, he is still such a beautiful woman, he will not refuse. But he really didn't dare to touch the women of ancient times. The later generations are an open era, and women don't need to be responsible at all, but this ancient festival is very important, once it is on, you have to be responsible, so for various reasons, Uncle Tai deliberately turned a blind eye to Sun Xiaodie.

The aroma is faint and the light is soft.

Uncle Tai saw that it was still early, so he sat down with Sun Xiaodie to play chess, he held the cloud in his hand, and his expression was leisurely. After killing Yan Nanfei, he faced the worry of Gongziyu's revenge. (To be continued.) )