The third day of December.

The black and white swords rushed to Zhenjiang, where the helm of the Changle Gang was.

Dongfang is easy to welcome everyone.

Three o'clock in the afternoon!

The chamber inside the helm collapsed!

Until nightfall, I never saw the black and white swords leave.

……

"Crazy, really crazy!"

"The black and white swords were also besieged and killed by the Changle Gang! This Dongfang Yi is really crazy! ”

"The owner of Xuansu Village has also had a relationship with him, and this time, he is even negotiating on behalf of Wu Xia to go to the mountain, and it is really outrageous to besiege and kill people if they don't agree like this!"

After the news came out, the Changle Gang was in turmoil.

Where the helm is, it's good to have high-level deterrence!

The outer five halls, losing the masters of the halls to appease the people's hearts, the disciples absconded from the Changle Gang one after another, and even the helmsman directly stood on his own and announced the severance of relations with the Changle Gang.

The rest of the helmsmen didn't hold on for long.

After a few days, it was jointly attacked by many local forces and lost its station.

For a while, the Changle Gang, which was originally blazing and boiling oil, looked shaky and shattered!

Just wait for the Wudang master to go down the mountain, this gang will be established for a hundred years, and the once prominent existence will disappear!

From prosperity to destruction, it was only a month to say...... It's really embarrassing.

The first village in the world.

"Changle Gang Master, black and white double swords, Tianyi real ......" Shangguan Haitang, the owner of the village, took the latest information, and his good-looking brows frowned slightly.

When the dripping sword was rising, he also paid attention.

A gentleman who is as warm as water!

Although the origin is mysterious, but the temperament and conversation can't deceive people, no matter how you look at it, you don't look like a madman!

But you're not crazy, how could you do such a thing!

So anxious to seek death!

After thinking about it, before he got the essentials, he packed the information and rushed to the Iron Gall God Mansion.

Iron Courage Shenhou is the thirteenth brother of today, because twenty years ago, he was awarded the title of marquis by the invincible naughty boy Gu Santong, and was responsible for secretly helping to suppress the forces of the rivers and lakes.

In addition, this iron gallant god is also the owner of the Dragon Guardian Villa.

He is the first village in the world, and he is a chess piece pushed out by the Dragon Guardian Villa, promulgating the rookie list, collecting the distribution of forces from all sides, and exterminating those lawbreakers who intend to subvert the Ming Dynasty.

"You don't have to worry about it." The iron gall god Hou Zhu is a domineering middle-aged man, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, very charming! In those years, he also made a great reputation in the rivers and lakes, and later because of his strong martial arts, he was valued by the elders of the royal family and returned to the royal family tree.

"Father-in-law?"

Shangguan Haitang was puzzled.

"The dog bites the dog, let them fight first." Zhu ignored the next sentence and closed his eyes to practice.

As a warrior, the most reliable thing is not the official position or power, but his own strength.

"Dog eats dog? Wudang and Changle Gang? ”

Shangguan Haitang became more and more puzzled.

The Changle Gang is fine, but since Zhang Zhenren left, Wudang has been supported by Taizu and used to balance the forces of the rivers and lakes, and has a lofty status.

But it's inconvenient to ask more about this situation.

……

Shaolin.

"Senior brother, this time Wudang has lost Tianyi's old nose and black and white double sword, and his power in the south will definitely be greatly damaged. At that time, the Changle Gang will be destroyed, and there will be a large blank force left, and we still need to seize the opportunity. The first seat of Tianfeng couldn't help but get excited.

Wansong Villa is a secular force in Wudang Lizhenguan, which is nailed in Anhui as a nail; Xuansuzhuang is the secular power of Shangqingguan, nailed to the south of the Yangtze River!

Although the number of both is not large, so the power is not large, but the top is first-class, and it is a deterrent!

The surrounding strength must be made with all your might!

It can greatly spread the influence of Wudang!

This time, it was pulled out by the Changle Gang, one south and one north!

What a joy!

"Amitabha!"

The abbot of Tianhu shook his head: "Senior brother, the five aggregates of the monks are empty!" If you practice the Vajra Palm, it is said that you should have the heart of Vajra not moving, but this time you are in a hurry. ”

"Senior brother?"

"The rivers and lakes are mixed, the reason why I have been able to sit quietly in Shaolin for thousands of years, and I am used to watching the changes in the world, the key is to meditate! It's better to be still than to be still! The abbot of Tianhu sighed secretly.

Tianfeng's martial arts are strong, but this wave of wisdom is really not cultivated to the home.

And with an eye on the benefits of the world!

Forget my Buddha roots!

……

"Interesting."

The bloody boy admired again and again, holding the case paper in his hand: "This Jianghu is finally a little interesting." ”

"If you can get through this, it's even more interesting."

The blood-clothed boy took a sip of wine, but instead shook his head secretly.

That Liu Huang is rough and simple-minded, but this talent for martial arts is really ...... Rare!

Just relying on Changle to help those rabble, I'm afraid I can't help it.

……

The fifth day of December.

Night!

The wind is biting.

Zhenjiang rudder, the pavilion in the courtyard, the stove sneered and burned, dispelling the winter chill.

The furnace burns animal charcoal, made of strange wood, smokeless, the heat is sufficient, when burning, accompanied by a refreshing fragrance, a piece of ten taels of silver.

In previous years, it was a tribute to the inner family, and ordinary people used it, which was a violation, and it was issued by the defendant, and it was inevitable that they would end up stealing their families and destroying their ancestors.

Above the stove, there is a flask.

Red Furnace Green Ant Wine!

The young man in blue sat alone, just sitting.

Let the green ant wine, which is worth thousands of gold, be steamed dry like this, and spread all around.

The faint aroma of wine mixed with the sobering aroma is really an indescribable taste.

"It's all this time, you kid is really idle." The old man in the green robe stepped on the mist, picked up the empty cup on the table, and flicked his fingers.

The green wine in the furnace flows backwards.

Take a sip!

The yellow wax face is a little red.

"Good wine."

"Wine is not drunk, everyone is drunk."

The blue-shirted young man shook his head lightly.

"Sooner or later, your kid will die on this mouth." The old man in the green robe glared at him.

"People are born to die, and they have to die sooner or later! Either die on a woman's belly, or on a soft collapse, or on the street...... Seriously, it doesn't seem that important what you die on, does it? The blue-shirted young man asked rhetorically.

"But the old man wants to live two more years."

"But didn't Old Man Xie stay?"

The blue-shirted young man said, his right hand spread, picked up the red stove, and raised it outward.

Boom!

At the head of the wall, the man in black was smashed to a horse.

"Brother Dongfang is me, Lao Hu." The man in black hurriedly took off his mask, it was Hu Fei.

Hu Fei said while cleaning up the debris on his body: "Brother Dongfang is really arrogant now, it is difficult for me to see Lao Hu!" Isn't that impossible? I can only jump over the wall in the middle of the night to see it, and I ask the Oriental brothers to forgive me. ”

"Man dies for wealth, and birds die for food. There is nothing unforgivable. The blue-shirted young man said lightly.

"Brother Dongfang, Lao Hu is a rough man, he has no culture, and Lao Hu can't understand your words."

Hu Feimo rubbed his palm: "It's the fifth day of the new year, that ...... That ......"

"Old man Xie, do you think he understands?"

Xie Yanke took another sip of wine.

Sure enough, people are inherently dead!

If you look for death, you need to complain about others.

"Brother ...... the East"

Before Hu Fei finished speaking, he felt a pain in his head, and his vision was blood-red.

"Two years, one million taels, you should be content."