Yunzhou, Jin family.

In the palatial room, there are a few dim lamps, and this orange light reflects the room even more dim.

At midnight, in the exquisitely furnished room, it was a little dreary, and even the wind had been condensed.

Jin Sanfu stroked the head of the gray carrier pigeon, and on the desk next to him, there was a note with four words written on it: I want Xuantie.

On the opposite side, a middle-aged man with disheveled hair, with his hands behind his back, showed a hesitant expression; this middle-aged man looked similar to Jin Sanfu's eight points, but because of the passage of time, he was more mature.

"What do you think?" said the middle-aged man, his lips chapped and bitter.

Jin Sanfu smiled bitterly, and his originally fat face showed a somewhat haggard look.

"I have a few pieces of black iron at home. He said, in a poignant tone, like a knife cutting his flesh.

He used to be a young man full of energy, but now he seems to be a little old.

The middle-aged man said, "What do you mean - give?"

Jin Sanfu smiled bitterly: "Do we still have a choice?" pressed the note on the table, and said: "If you don't give it, he will come to the door to get it himself." ”

The middle-aged man frowned and said, "My Jin family is not easy to mess with, besides, will the Yunzhou family let him come to him?"

Jin Sanfu smiled bitterly again and said, "Do you think he will talk to you about the rules?"

The middle-aged man suddenly realized, and his face was even more bitter.

"Okay, I'll order someone to send the Xuantie to the Qingzhu Sect. ”

Jin Sanfu said: "It's better to borrow someone from the governor." ”

The middle-aged man raised his eyelids and said, "Who?"

Jin Sanfu narrowed his eyes and said, "No life." ”

The middle-aged man: "First archer?"

Jin Sanfu said: "Not bad. ”

Middle-aged humane: "Reason"

Jin Sanfu said: "He is the most suitable." ”

The middle-aged man closed his eyes slightly, and after a while, he suddenly opened them and said, "No problem." ”

Jin Sanfu laughed and thought, "Han Chuang, brother, I can only help you get here." Although he didn't know why Han Chuang suddenly thought of a piece of dark iron to the Jin family, he understood that it must be an important matter.

Two

Night.

A starry night.

In the frozen sky, it is rare to have a starry night, just like a gift from the goddess of the sky.

Han Chuang tactfully knocked Nie Qingqing, who tried to come to the Valley of Forgotten Sorrow with him, and walked towards the Valley of Forgotten Sorrow alone, he walked forward with no joy or sorrow on his face, as if this rare night of many stars could not stir up many ripples in his heart.

The heart is like a dead wave.

He saw a little boy and a little girl, two children holding hands, sitting side by side on the grass, looking up at the starry sky.

He walked past them, without alarming anyone, boys and girls, only feeling a breeze blow by, nothing more.

There was still a smile on their little faces, and this smile was innocent and pure, like the most beautiful star in the sky.

A star in the sky pointed out the direction for Han Chuang, but a star in his hand was a symbol of identity.

This is a very beautiful shell, the white surface of the shell is inlaid with brown strips, which looks like layers of water waves. If you look closely, you will find that the pattern is the family crest of the Helian family in Jiangnan, and the text is a variation of the word "Helian", which is obviously a pair of dexterous hands, carefully carved.

Han Chuang looked at this shell, which originated from the ocean and experienced the careful carving of skilled craftsmen, and laughed, this shell is like a jewel, the luster and color will never disappear, just like the word "Helian", which will never fade.

According to Helian Mo, this shell, each of them has a similar shell, which is the symbol of Helian's family, and the shell was carved by the hand of the master of the valley, and he can distinguish it as soon as he sees it.

After going around the mountain road a few times, leaving the mountain road, and walking inward with the mountain pass, not far away, Helian Mo saw the Valley of Forgotten Worries, a foggy valley, from a distance, it looked like a thin tent covered with a layer of light veil.

The valley is surrounded by mountains on three sides, and the mountains are steep, so naturally no one will climb down, and the only way to enter the valley is the front road, a fog blocked by heavy fog.

The mist is a miasma formed by the withered vines and wild flowers in the valley after they wither and rot, and when illuminated by the starlight, it actually reflects a golden light.

Han Chuang heard Helianmo say that these miasma is highly poisonous, and ordinary beasts will die if they stick to it, even if they are powerful martial artists, they must always use their true qi to resist the erosion of the fog, but this fog stretches for several miles, and if you want to pass through it smoothly, you have to have a powerful martial artist, but Helianmo told Han Chuang that there is another way, a safe way.

Before coming to a cliff, Han Chuang smiled slightly, put his hand on the stone wall, and pushed it gently, only to hear the sound of "boom", and the stone wall rotated, revealing a pitch-black door.

Looking at this pitch-black and deep door, Han Chuang couldn't help but laugh out loud, thinking to himself, "I didn't expect someone to be able to carve a passage through the cliff, it's incredible." ”

Xiaobai's voice sounded in his heart: "It's not a difficult thing, I can do it." In the immature voice, there is pride, which makes me want to laugh after listening to it.

Han Chuang smiled and said, "You are a demon beast, he is a human, naturally he can't be compared." ”

The physique of demon beasts is stronger than that of humans, and they only need sharp claws to dig a tunnel on the stone wall, while humans have to have a sharp weapon, so people who can carve a passage on the stone wall with their own strength are absolutely rare.

There is another thing that Han Chuang didn't expect that even if some martial artists have such ability, they may not have the leisure to do this kind of thing.

In any case, all he saw was a weirdo, an absolute weirdo.

Walking into the cave, the lamps on both sides suddenly spontaneously combusted, Han Chuang smiled slightly, and said, "The design is exquisite." According to his eyesight, he could naturally see that the moment he walked into the cave, the air flow surged, and the surging air flow ignited these lamps, so that the design could catch up with the voice-activated lights of the previous life.

Han Chuang continued to move forward, walking for about an hour, when suddenly there was a "whew" in the shadows, and a long whip rolled towards him.

This whip was fast and urgent, obviously to put him to death, Han Chuang's eyes lit up, and the snake suddenly stepped out, and he took half a step back without permission, dodging the tip of the whip.

In the darkness, he saw it clearly, grabbed the tip of the whip with one hand, and pulled it fiercely, but before he could pull the opponent, he felt a strong attack in his hand, and he was unstable for a while.

I only heard Xiaobai shouting in his heart: "Be careful, master!"

Han Chuang felt in his heart for a while, and his ability to see a cold true qi coming along his braided body, this true qi was so strong that he was unexpected.

With a shake of his right hand, he also released a true qi, and the two true qi touched together on the braid, making a dark sound of "plop", and the force of the shock made Han Chuang unable to hold the braid, and immediately took off his hand.

The braid was like a spiritual snake, taking the opportunity to roll into his body. Han Chuang sneered slightly, but he didn't resist, still being swept into the shadows by the whip.

There was another stone door in front of him, and when he slid into the door, the stone door was immediately shut.

In the shadows, a gloomy sneer sounded: "Boy, who are you? Who told you about this secret passage?" "His voice was a little hoarse, and his tone was very stiff, as if he hadn't spoken for a long time.

Han Chuang sneered slightly, and said, "It's not difficult for seniors to know who I am, but if you want to let me go, the taste of this whip tied to your body is uncomfortable." ”

The voice snorted and sneered, "If you don't answer my question, I won't let you go." ”

Han Chuang narrowed his eyes and said with a smile: "Is this the hospitality of the seniors?"

The good voice sneered: "For uninvited guests, there is naturally special hospitality. ”

As he spoke, another true qi came from the long whip.

Han Chuang sneered slightly, and said, "The predecessor is too big, although I am not a master, boy, I am not a person who can be taken down by this means." At that moment, he used the kung fu of a thousand pounds to freeze his body, and his whole body exploded with strength, and the long whip was immediately shaken open.

The voice shouted, "Who are you?" and there was a bit of murderous intent in his tone.

Han Chuang smiled disappreciatively and said, "Look what this is!" he said and took out the shell and threw it into the shadows.

There was no sound of the shell falling to the ground, and the owner of the voice took the shell, Han Chuang closed his eyes slightly, calmly waiting for the owner of the voice to speak again.

It didn't take long for the voice to sound: "You are not from the Helian family, why do you have this nameplate." ”

Han Chuang's eyes lit up, and he thought, "You can recognize this nameplate at a glance, it is actually the senior swordsmith." But he said, "Are you asking me what does it have to do with the owner of this nameplate?" If so, I can answer you. ”

He paused, smiled, and said word by word: "Helian Mo and I are the best brothers. ”

The breeze blew by, and the lamp was lit, and Han Chuang followed the light and saw a person standing a few feet away.

An old man, an old man with a squandered face.

His nose and eyes were crooked, and the right cheek was marked with a big "ten" with a blade, and the left cheek was cut with a sword, pulling a long opening, dragging from the corner of his eyebrows all the way to his chin, looking extremely hideous.

He looked at Han Chuang with a dim gaze, and said coldly: "How do I know that you didn't lie to me, there are many people who have lied to me, I won't be fooled again." ”

Before the words fell, the long whip rolled towards Han Chuang again.

The whip was like a wolf swept by a raging wind, and the air shook layer by layer, and the whip carried a trace of sparks.

Han Chuang's eyes lit up, then he laughed and said, "Have you used your martial spirit?" The old man's temper is really not small. The sword was unsheathed and slashed seven inches into the whip.

The long whip is like a snake, and the seven-inch position is a dead hole, this sword is sharpened, and the deep swordsmanship is stable and ruthless, and the old man has to change his moves.

The long whip shook, like a fiery snake, sweeping towards Han Chuang's heavenly spirit.

Han Chuang smiled slightly, did not retreat, but advanced, and at the moment when the whip swept to the heavenly spirit, he turned sideways, deceived himself and came to the old man, and slapped the old man's chest with a palm of his left hand.

This palm did not use any palm technique, just an ordinary palm, the old man didn't care, he caught it with his left hand at will, and the two palms touched, making a muffled sound of "flutter".

The old man only felt that the true qi poured out of his palm uncontrollably, his face changed, and he shouted: "Boy, you dare!" and was about to withdraw his palm, but he found that his palm was like being glued, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't withdraw it.

Han Chuang smiled slightly and said, "Old man, do you see it, you are not my opponent." ”

Although this old man also has the strength of the peak of Huayuan, he does not fight with people all the year round, and his martial arts are not pure, but he was won by Han Chuang in a few moves.

The old man's ugly face turned red, and he said angrily: "The old man won't let you have a good time even if he dies!" A crazy look flashed in his eyes, and he was about to explode into true anger.

Han Chuang shook his head, his left hand curled slightly, and he shook forward, immediately shaking him away.

The old man took a few steps back, and then he stood firm, and said angrily: "Boy, the old man killed you!"

Han Chuang shook his head slightly, not knowing why this old man reacted so violently, he could only say, "Old man, don't you want to know about Helian Mo?"

The old man's body shook and he couldn't help but stop attacking.

"What's wrong with the ink boy?" he asked anxiously.