readx;? In an osmanthus forest in the south of Xuzhou, Li Molan sat on the back of the old green cow and looked at the osmanthus trees not far away. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The day is approaching late autumn, most of the grass and vegetation are gradually withering, the dead leaves are all over the ground, only the osmanthus flowers here are fragrant, every autumn will attract a large number of tourists and traders to come here, but this group in the forest is more special, a young man riding a bull, a boy in white, a strong man and a little girl riding a donkey with an expressionless face, this is a rare and strange combination.

"Who are we going to kill next?" Nie Yinniang rode on the back of a white donkey, still looking calm, as if the Emperor Zhai who died in her hands three hours ago knew that the elder of my realm was not killed by her.

Ram Yuliu thought about her previous terrible posture of exchanging her life for her life and brazenly killing that old man with unfathomable strength, and she felt as if she had met this Guozi Priest Jiu Nie for the first time, and she felt terrified when she spoke.

Jing Ke also turned his head to look at Li Molan, waiting for the following.

Li Molan pondered for a moment and said, " Although we successfully killed a senior master of Emperor Zizhai who knew my realm, but this is undoubtedly a surprise to the snake, and let Jun Buxie go, he will definitely search for us with great fanfare after returning to Emperor Zizhai, which makes our plan to cause internal strife in the southern factions self-defeating, but this idea is still in the womb, and it will be shattered if it is broken, but it doesn't matter, after all, your identity has not been exposed, because of my appearance, it is estimated that most people in Beihai feel that at most I am alone to find Jun Buxi to solve grievances, and I will not think that we will extend the goal to others。 ”

"So we can continue to look for targets, but because of Emperor Zizhai's wanted, we can't make small moves, we have to make some big moves. Ram Yuliu said slowly: "But I found that I can only watch the battle, I am not very easy to interfere in this level of battle, but it is easy to become a burden, the three of you will shoot together, it should not be a big problem to kill the master of my realm." ”

Li Molan nodded: "Ram Yuliu, I want you to help me find someone, Dongyu goes north, he must be a little interested, and may even become our helper." ”

"Who?" asked the ram Miyanagi.

Li Molan took a deep breath and said slowly: "The ...... of the Ye family in Yongzhou Prince's sword. ”

Hearing this, everyone was stunned.

Li Molan didn't explain to them the grievances between the sword idiot and the Daomen, but said, "You don't have to worry about going to him, as long as you mention it, I believe he is willing to come to see me." ”

Ram Yuliu nodded: "Shall I leave now?"

"Without further ado, you will set off after all the discussions are completed, Jun Buxie must be on the way back to Dizizhai now, but he is seriously injured, Xuzhou is still separated from Dizizhai by two states, I believe he will not be able to bring the news back in just a few days, we can take advantage of the current matchmaking to bury the foreshadowing, Yongzhou Ye family is just a possibility. ”

After Li Molan finished speaking, he said: "According to the information provided by Kaguya, in the four states of the southern factions, in addition to the Sword Pavilion and the Vermilion Bird Sect, there are a total of seven masters of the Knowing Me Realm, there are also hermit masters lurking in the mountains and wilderness, the number is uncertain, there should be only one or two, among these people, there should be only two people who are the most worthy of a shot, one is the Sect Master of the Vermilion Bird Sect, and the other is the Master of the Sword Pavilion, they are all the oldest powerhouses of the Knowing Me Realm, according to the distance, Xuzhou is the closest to the Sword Pavilion, we can try to snipe the Sword Pavilion Master." ”

Nie Yinniang, a girl with facial paralysis, suddenly asked, "Why don't you try to kill the genius disciple of the Sword Pavilion Zhu Mingwen first?"

Li Molan was slightly stunned, silent for a while, and explained: "He was cut off the most important right arm of the swordsman, it is not worth worrying about, it is not worth us to startle the snake, you must know that once this sniper alarm alarms the other masters in the Sword Pavilion, it is likely to put everyone in the southern faction in danger, and let us face the largest wanted in the entire Beihai range." ”

The girl in Tsing Yi glanced at Li Molan deeply and didn't ask anything more.

"And where do we meet?" asked Ram Miyanagi.

"The three of us go to the Sword Pavilion to assassinate the Sword Pavilion Master Xu Zhongwen, you go to Yongzhou to find the Sword Idiot Prince Jian, and we will finally meet in Yuyang County, south of Qingzhou. Li Molan said.

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Song Cripple is an old lame man in an alley in the north of Hanyan County, he is idle today, so he sits in the alley and watches others play chess, in fact, don't look at Song Cripple's legs and feet, but his chess ability is very high, it is said that when he was young, he was also a scholarly family, read thousands of books and traveled thousands of miles, as for how he broke his leg in the thousands of miles, no one knows.

Seeing that those young people and the older generation were playing chess, Song Lame smiled, but he lost interest, in fact, with his chess strength, he was surprised to see these people playing, and he really felt like watching children play, and he shook back to his house, sat on the threshold, and looked at the cold and empty alley.

Don't look at him, he seems to be old and strong, but in fact, he is already eighty years old, you must know that in Beihai, mortals can live to be sixty years old, who knows how Song Cripple lived so old.

A wine seller came over and said hello, and by the way, he teased him that he was old and strong, and his sword was not old, and he might be able to have a pillar of optimus every morning.

Song lame smiled and said, "My life is not long in coming, and I am almost at the age of leaving, maybe I won't be able to see the sun tomorrow." ”

Although the old man had a smile on his face, but the wine seller didn't know why, but he felt that he seemed to be serious, but he still beckoned and left.

Song Cripple looked at the alley that was once again deserted, and the old Song, who had no heirs under his knees, sighed.

It is not for nothing that Song Cripple, who is often called Mr. Song by the people of Hanyan County, has a belly full of ink, in fact, he was not born in a scholarly family in his early years as rumored, and later his family was ruined and left with a sum of money, and finally retired in Hanyan County, in fact, Song Cripple was an orphan when he was a child, how can he have the kind of noble background that others envy.

He used to be a disciple of the Sword Pavilion.

Hanyan County is close to the Yunyan Mountain Range, and the Yunyan Mountain Range is the location of the Sword Pavilion, one of the leaders of the southern factions, and the common people don't know much about it, but the cultivation world knows that Song Cripple was also born in the Sword Pavilion back then, but later there were some twists and turns, and he ended up in such a desolate field, and he had to regret it here for life.

A swordsman has the reserve of a swordsman, and Lao Song still remembers what the old pavilion master of the Sword Pavilion, who had not yet retreated into the background, said in front of all the disciples.

The sword is straight, and so is the man.

The swords of the disciples of the Sword Pavilion are all straight, for decades, Lao Song still has never forgotten his original intention, maybe there is no sword in his hand, but he is still upright, dare to say what people dare not say, dare to do what people dare not do, so many people in Hanyan County have been familiar with him over the years, and most of them are willing to respectfully shout Mr. Song.

No matter how depressed and shabby he is.

His rough cheeks were like the bark of an old tree blooming in the autumn wind, and as he sat on the threshold, he involuntarily leaned back, and finally leaned against the doorframe, drooping his head, and closing his eyes and pretending to sleep.

A middle-aged man in white walked into the alley, looked at the plainly dressed Song lame, and said softly, "Mr. Song?" )