readx;? Chapter 3: The Broken Goose is Called the West Wind

"It's okay now!" Zhao Yidao sighed and said, "Old Xiao, this is your burial place!"

"Lao Zhao," Xiao Jing said angrily, "You and I have no grievances in the past, recently"

"Say more unintentionally!" Zhao Yidao smiled bitterly and intercepted the conversation, "If you offend your friend, you can only kill your friend, because you have no face to face him anymore." Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 Boss Infoom, are you saying I'm right?"

"Very right!" Yi Jiange nodded, and said, "Lao Xiao, your subordinates are already like this, and I can't help it!

"You, are you really so good?" Xiao Jing frowned.

"Of course. Yi Jiange said with a smile, "Leave the Cloud Desolate Secret Map, you take your Yangguan Road, and I will take my single-plank bridge." From then on, the road is facing the sky, you and I go to one side, the well water does not interfere with the river water, I"

"I've been poisoned, I'm afraid I won't survive"

"It's okay, I can give you the antidote. Yi Jiange squinted.

"I don't have this picture. Xiao Jing said indifferently.

Yi Jiange was stunned, and suddenly shouted: "Little ones, kill me!" The words fell, and with a "bang" sound, the four protectors showed their blades at the same time.

"I'm done, I'm dead!" Xiao Jing sighed.

Under the light of the flickering candles, the blades shone with a ghostly glow of phosphorus. The war was on the verge of breaking out, and the air was invisibly tense.

On the eighth day of the lunar month, dusk, Hangzhou.

There is also a city in Hangzhou, called Dream Weaving City.

In fact, this Dream Weaving City is not a city, but a sect, a powerful sect.

At this moment, the two rows of rotten wooden piers on the rain listening tower in the Dream Weaving City were already full of the leaders of the major factions, and a chair was placed in the center, a Taishi chair covered with silver-white mink skin. On the chair sat a brocade-robed man wearing a scarf and a slight beard under his chin, which was Yi Jiange, the lord of Dream Weaving City.

Yi Jiange is not only the master of this Dream Weaving City, but also the leader of the Martial Arts Alliance. Obviously, there is a meeting going on here. However, at this time, Yi Jiange should be in Luoyang's Tingxue Building, why is he here? Could it be that he knows how to do the trick?

As long as it's a person, it's definitely not going to be a doppelganger. Yi Jiange doesn't know how to doppelganger, that's certain, certain, and certain.

Although Yi Jiange does not know how to doppelgänger, his swordsmanship is already recognized as "the best in the world" in the rivers and lakes. Although the first in swordsmanship does not mean that martial arts are the first, it is almost the same, because most of the people in the rivers and lakes use swords.

Yi Jiange's sword hung on Yi Jiange's waist, and then he pressed the hilt of the sword, got up and hugged his fist: "Thanks to the heroes who can afford to come from thousands of miles away, you must have already known the purpose of this alliance leader inviting you!"

"Yes. Xiao Shishilang, the lord of Flying Tiger Castle, said, "Today is Laba Festival, I can't wait for a long time, hurry up and serve Laba porridge!"

"If Xiao Bao mainly wants to drink Laba porridge, I'm afraid he can only go to Xia Ke Island, which is Dream Weaving City. The head of the Wudang Sect, the Innocent Daoist, sneered and said, "Do you understand what kind of place Dream Weaving City is?"

"Understood. Xiao Twelve Lang said, "We have endured the Flower Protection Palace for a long time, and we can't endure it anymore, otherwise the rivers and lakes will never be peaceful!"

"Not bad. Yi Jiange took over the conversation and said loudly, "What the Flower Protector Palace has done has really reached an outrageous level, if we don't deal a heavy blow again, the consequences will be unimaginable! We don't know how many friends, how many brothers, how many sisters, how many sisters we will lose."

"I really don't know. Guo Ziyi, the head of the Emei faction, groaned, "We haven't counted how much." It's just that the Lord of the Flower Guarding Palace, the 'King of the Nine Peaks', Xue Mantian, is a proud disciple of the Cangliu Venerable, this person's martial arts are unfathomable, and his subordinates are masters like clouds. Needless to say, I'm afraid that Venerable Cangliu will intervene!"

As soon as these words came out, the audience was silent and silent.

Who is Venerable Cangliu, and how much influence he has? This person is none other than one of the two figures with the highest martial arts in the rivers and lakes today.

This person's martial arts have already reached the peak of the realm, and the Xuan Gong is also extremely good, and it has been famous all over the country thirty years ago. However, this person has always walked around in the bitter cold land of the north, and rarely set foot in the south of the Yangtze River. And another martial arts giant with the same name as him is an authentic Jiangnan person, he is the leader of the southern martial arts - the famous generation of chivalrous Kongsang Sword Saint.

The "Nine Questions Sword Technique" of the Venerable Cangliu and the "Heaven Breaking Sword Technique" of the Kongsang Sword Saint are even known as the "Divine Sword" by the people in the rivers and lakes. There are two sentences circulating in the martial arts, which are the praise of the martial arts of the two of them -- the south opens the empty mulberry flowers, and the north chases the cangs.

These two masters have not walked around the rivers and lakes for many years, but they are still the "gods" in the minds of countless people in the rivers and lakes.

"Nun Guo is too worried!" Xiao Shishilang laughed, "In my opinion, Venerable Cangliu is no longer alive, if it weren't for that, how could he condone his disciple's misdeeds!

Master Jinghu, the abbot of the Shaolin faction, suddenly pronounced a Buddha horn and said: "According to the old man, it may not necessarily be necessary to cause a situation where blood is flowing like a river, and killing to stop killing may not be the best way to eliminate evil." We"

The master has a point. Yi Jiange suddenly said, "We are only targeting one person in the snowy sky, but we can't rely on the strength of the crowd to kill indiscriminately."

"These scum!" Xiao Twelve Lang shouted, "We must not be soft-hearted, if we are benevolent, we will have endless troubles!"

"You can't kill it!" Master Jinghu roared, "People's hearts are flesh and blood, and we must not."

"We must not let them go!" Xiao Shishilang raised his arms and shouted, "All the men will be killed, and all the women will be left as comfort women!"

"Oh my God!" Master Jinghu shook his head and clasped his hands together, "My God, Lord, Amen!"

At this moment, a lonely wild goose flew to the west with a wail, and the evening wind blew up the dead leaves on the ground, showing a bit of desolation.

"The boy listened to the rain upstairs, and the broken geese called the west wind, it's really miserable!" Yi Jiange suddenly sighed, "I have a hunch that someone will die soon, just like a meteor." Every meteor is a soul, a lonely soul, and every broken goose is a kind of sorrow, loneliness."

"It seems that this fight can't be fought, and there are no people who are willing to kill! Alas, I came here for nothing!" With that, Guo Ziyi turned his head and left.

"Look, this nun is gone!" Xiao Twelve Lang shouted, "She's gone, she's really gone!"

"The old man saw it. ”

"Amitabha, the poor path has also seen it. "Innocent Dao stroked his beard with his long hand and said.

"We all saw it. All the disciples of Dream Weaving City said in unison.

"Can't let her go!" Xiao Twelve Lang said in a loud voice, "We should leave her behind as comfort"

"Who dare?!" Yi Jiange shouted sharply, "Whoever dares to kill, I will kill whom!"

"Yes, no one can kill anyone!" said innocently, "Xiao Yi, we want to kill people so much, you have mercy, let's go to Jiuzhi Mountain to kill a good time!"

"This" Yi Jian Ge fell into deep thought.

"Don't babble, is it okay?" shouted the Innocent Dao Chief.

"Amen!" Yi Jiange nodded, "You say it's okay, I'll see it!"

On the eighth day of the lunar month, the remnant sun has collected the last rays of light, and the boundless night spreads.

On another official road outside Luoyang City, there were two healthy horses, and there were two people at once, one old and one young - the young one was less than twenty, and the old one was in his early thirties and forty years old.

The old man suddenly said: "Huan'er, don't be greedy for fun, hurry up!" The little one said: "Uncle Tu Ao, I said so a long time ago, but you don't say it's in a hurry."

"Don't talk nonsense!" Tu Ao said, "Presumably your parents have already arrived at Tingxue Tower at this moment, let's run!"

"Uncle Tu, you wait for me, I don't know the way!" the little one urged the horse to chase after him.

When he caught up with Tu Ao, the little one sighed and raised his hand to wipe the beads of sweat from his forehead: "Is the Xuelou my home?"

Tu Ao said: "Yes. ”

The little one said, "What kind of place is that?" Tu Ao said, "It's a good place to live at home." ”

"Just a place to live?" said the little frown, "Then will Tingxue Lou be a sect or an organization?"

"Yes. Tu Ao said, "It's also an inn." ”

The little one was stunned: "Inn?" Tu Ao smiled: "I'm sorry, it should be a hotel, a five-star hotel." ”

The little one was stunned, his lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something, Tu Ao suddenly clapped his hands and said, "It's okay now, we're finally here, okay!"

The little one raised his eyes and looked, not far away appeared a blazing high-rise building, by the light of the raging fire, only to see a horizontal plaque on the lintel with three big characters written "Listen to the Snow Building". It can be seen that this is Wang Xizhi's calligraphy.

How can the words "blazing flames" be used to describe a tall building? Yes, because this tall building has been surrounded by flames, and the flames are soaring to the sky. It had become a sea of fire, a sea of flames.

The little eyes tightened: "This is still good?" Tu Ao slapped his thigh: "It's broken, I heard that Xuelou finally fell down, it's a bad dish!"

"Presumptuous!" the little one gritted his teeth, "what a bold man, he dares to burn my home!

"Huan'er, you don't know martial arts, just wait here, I'll go and find out the situation!" Tu Ao immediately turned over and dismounted, and galloped towards the surging flames.

As soon as he got closer, he saw a man emerge from the raging fire, a red, fat, bloated two-headed man.

Tu Ao immediately stopped, stared at it, and said in a lost voice: "Xiao Jing?"

This person is Xiao Jing, the owner of the Snow Tower.

In fact, Xiao Jing's skin is not red, this is only because he is already covered in blood, and his skin is also bloody, and he only has a head, this is because he is holding a person, a woman - his beloved wife "Blood Wei Knife" Shu Rong.