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There's a very big room in there.

But in such a big house, there is only one window, a very small window, and it is very high above the ground.

The windows are open and you can't see the view from the window. The door is also very small, and those with a slightly wider shoulders can only enter and exit sideways.

The door is also open.

The walls were painted with white lacquer, and the paint was very thick, as if no one wanted to see whether the wall was made of stone, earth, or copper and iron. There are two wooden beds in the corner. The bedding on the bed was clean but simple. Other than that, there was only one large table in the room.

The table was piled with all kinds of books and files. A person was standing at the table flipping through the books, sketching and wholesale the dossier with a red pen from time to time, and occasionally a smug smile appeared on his mouth.

He's standing!

Because there were no chairs in the house, not even a chair. He believed that if a person sat down, he would relax his spirit, and that if a person's spirit was relaxed, it would be easy to make mistakes. A small mistake can make several things fail. It's like a small crack in a levee that can collapse.

His spirit never slackened, so he never made mistakes and never failed.

Behind him stood a man who stood straighter and more upright, like a javelin. He stood like this, and I don't know how long he stood there, and he didn't even move a finger. His whole being seemed to be completely numb, and he knew neither pain nor sorrow.

He doesn't even know why he's alive!

In such an ordinary room, there are two men who can be said to be the top of today's martial arts, Shangguan Jinhong and Jing Wusheng.

The residence of the leader of the "Money Gang", who is the most famous, powerful, and financially strong, in the rivers and lakes can be so simple, and even rude. This is something that no one can imagine.

What they didn't know was that money accumulated to a certain point became a bunch of useless numbers, and it was nothing more than a tool for Shangguan Jinhong. For Shangguan Jinhong, the problems that can be solved with money are not problems, but there is one thing that overrides the supremacy of money, and that is power.

Shangguan Jinhong's only hobby now is power. Power, there is nothing but power. He lived for power, and he could even die for power.

The Money Gang re-emerged after so many years of silence, in order to dominate the martial arts. But now Shangguan Jinhong's hegemony was cut off by a sharp sword that came out of nowhere.

The room was unusually quiet, and there was no sound except for the rustle of the books as they were flipped.

At this moment, there was a sudden knock on the door. There was only one sound, and it was very light.

Shangguan Jinhong's hand did not stop, nor did he raise his head.

Jing Wuming said, "Who?"

Outside the door, he answered: "One hundred and seventy-nine." “

Jing Wuming said, "What's the matter?"

The outsider said: "News about Zhuge Helmsman's actions this time." “

The man outside the door paused, and then said, "The young gang master is already on his way back. ”

Soon someone handed in a superstitious letter, and Jing Wuming took it and put it in front of Shangguan Jinhong.

Shangguan Jinhong opened the envelope and just glanced at it, but he directly broke the brush in his hand, and suddenly raised his head, his eyes were like knives

"Except for Fei'er, everyone is dead. ”

"Although Zhuge Gang and they are not masters, they are not something that ordinary people can deal with, is the gentleman's sword really so sharp?"

"Looks like we're going to have to make a trip ourselves. ”

......

At the same time, a downtown area.

Long Xiaoyun stopped in front of a person, and knelt down directly.

I saw that this man was carrying a broken sack on his back, a pair of rotten straw sandals were dragged under his feet, and an old felt hat was pressed on his head, and he never raised his head, as if he could not see anyone.

Although he walked with a hunched back and even his neck shrunk, his shoulders were very broad, and if he straightened his waist, he must have been a burly man. In any case, this person does not seem to be anything special, at most he is just a frustrated charlatan, maybe just a beggar.

But the famous Fourth Master Long knelt down in front of this beggar, and there was no trace of dissatisfaction on his face.

"Brother Hu, you must do me this favor this time, the revenge of killing my son is not shared, and I will not be a man if I don't avenge this revenge!"

A cold wind blows.

The tattered felt hat on the beggar's head had been pushed down and his face was exposed.

Huang Wu's face seemed to be recovering from a serious illness, but there was a red rosacea nose in the middle, grinning wide, looking at Long Xiaoyun and smirking.

Long Xiaoyun didn't speak, just kowtowed. Sometimes, it's more powerful than not talking.

This bad old man glanced at Long Xiaoyun deeply, and suddenly sang loudly.

"Others laugh at me for being crazy, I laugh at others for not being able to see through it, I can't see through it......"

As he spoke, the old man staggered towards the distance with a bamboo sword.

Looking at the back of this old man leaving, a trace of viciousness flashed on Long Xiaoyun's face, this revenge is finally going to be avenged, let him look down on me, and let you ignore me!

......

In the city of Baoding.

Wang Chan was looking through "The Treasure of Mercy Flowers" in Li Garden, and the irresponsible grandfather who suddenly threw his granddaughter to Wang Chan suddenly reappeared.

Old man Sun looked at Wang Chan and said, "Long Xiaoyun is back, and he has found an opponent that he is confident can deal with you. ”

Wang Chan chuckled and said, "If you don't say it, I almost forgot about this person." ”

Old man Sun said, "But he will never forget you...... Do you know who he's looking for?"

Wang Chan did not put down the cheats in his hand, and said, "Hu does not return?"

Old man Sun nodded and said, "Yes, it's that madman." ”

Sun Xiaohong on the side interjected: "Crazy Hu's martial arts are really so powerful?"

Old man Sun said: "Originally, there were only two people in the world, and I never could estimate the depth of their martial arts. ”

Sun Xiaohong blinked her eyes and asked curiously, "Which two people?"

Old man Sun said with a smile: "One of them is Li Tanhua, and the other is Hu Maniac. And now of course, add you kid. ”

Wang Chan chuckled and said, "The seniors have won the prize." ”

"There's also bad news. ”

"What's the news, grandpa, tell me quickly, I'm about to die. ”

"Hehe, they all say that girls are outgoing, and the ancients don't deceive me. Old man Sun smiled and said anxiously. "Shangguan Jinhong and Jing Wuming are going to go out in person. ”

When these two names were spoken, even Old Man Sun's expression couldn't help but become solemn.

"Are you sure?"

Wang Chan shook his head slightly: "No." ”

Wang Chan put down the cheats in his hand and looked up at the scenery outside the window, no one in this world was sure that he could deal with the alliance of Shangguan Jinhong and Jing Wuming at the same time, let alone add an unfathomable madman Hu. (To be continued.) )