"I don't get married, so I won't be as unlucky as Uncle Qingqi."

Bai Guanlan said indifferently.

"If you don't marry, what should you do about the hidden dangers of the Yin Law? When the time comes, the yin poison will not only be in severe pain, but it will even affect one's own martial arts! ”

Bai Miyue rolled her eyes and said angrily.

"Severe pain? No matter how painful the yin poison is, can it hurt when the sword qi enters the body? ”

Bai Guanlan laughed at himself, "As for the influence of yin poison on martial arts, I will naturally find a way to solve it, senior sister, don't worry." ”

Hearing Bai Guanlan's response, Bai Miyue couldn't help but feel a little distressed in her heart, and said with relief:

"Okay, it's all up to you, you can do what you want, we won't say anything."

The huge Pudu Mountain, there is only such an alternative as Bai Guanlan, who does not cultivate the [Dao Sequence], but walks the [Sword Sequence].

Bai Miyue was closer to Bai Guanlan, and every time she saw the latter's sword qi attack, she couldn't help but cry secretly.

Even Bai Miyue herself, when the demons were in trouble, once had suicidal thoughts.

If Bai Guanlan hadn't found out early and notified Uncle Guanyun, she would have died a long time ago.

To this day, due to the existence of demons in her heart, Bai Miyue did not dare to step down Pudu Mountain again.

That's the price you have to pay for mastering a sequence, no matter what it is.

"It's not too early, I have to go, go back as fast as you can!"

"I still want to come back and eat the osmanthus cake made by my sister!"

Bai Guanlan waved his hand and set off.

The fishing boat slowly sailed out of Xianyundu, and gradually disappeared from Bai Miyue's sight.

……

Don't be happy to help, Juyitang.

At this time, it was already night, but the lights in the Juyi Hall of the Unhappy Gang were brightly lit and the figures were longing.

The sky seemed to be painted with a thick layer of ink, with only a few stars scattered on it.

The rain stopped, but the clouds that had just sobbed were still loosely curtained in the sky, revealing only some miserable white shimmers, predicting that Mingyue was already dressed up and ready to appear.

"I summoned everyone here today to discuss a major matter related to the life and death of our unhappy gang!"

The leader of the Unhappy Gang.

"Madman" Yuwen wins himself.

This gang leader, who is nearly fifty years old, is in the prime of life, although he does not look very tall, but he is full of knotted muscles, a pair of tiger eyes are round, and his power is terrifying.

"I won't tell you that the only Divine Will Grandmaster of the Bule Gang, my second uncle, 'Crazy Knife' Yu Wenshu, killed himself three days ago because of anger."

In fact, before the three big competitions, Yuwen Sheng had already died, but this news was pressed by Yuwen Shengji and was not leaked.

The life-consuming martial arts he taught Yuwentai was to give him one last chance and fight for a glimmer of life for the Bule Gang.

As a result, they were defeated.

Lost to the Zhao family.

"Now I'm not happy to help the dragons have no leader, and without the Divine Will Grandmaster, how can I survive in the fiercely competitive Minjiang River?"

"Especially the Zhao family, which is pressing step by step, how can we resist their encroachment."

"There is only one Divine Sense Grandmaster in Liuhe Gate, and it is difficult to protect itself, and it is difficult to hold on to their one-third of an acre of land in Wuyi Mountain, let alone lend a helping hand to our unhappy gang."

As soon as Yuwen Shengji's words came out, it set off a big wave in the Juyi Hall.

Everyone was in disbelief and made a noise.

"How is it possible, isn't the old man Yuwen Jian not yet a hundred years old, although he is old, but he has not yet reached the time when his qi and blood are decaying, how can he ......?"

"Did you listen to what the gang leader said, anger and self-suicide are the negative characteristics of the [Knife Sequence]."

"Since the Zhao family won the three big competitions, they have been aggressive and more arrogant in recent days, and now our old gang leader is ...... again."

"What a good thing that is!"

Looking at the frightened expressions of everyone below, Yuwen Sheng's heart was also very uncomfortable.

The pillars of the Bule Gang are broken.

The day fell.

Once upon a time, he was at a loss like everyone below and sat alone in the city of sorrow.

But now, the person who should be afraid all day long should be the Zhao family.

Bang Bang –

Yuwen Shengji slapped his palms twice, attracting everyone's attention, and said with a smile:

"As the saying goes, asking for people is like swallowing a three-foot sword, relying on people is like going up to the Nine Heavens, and the Liuhe Gate is impossible to rely on, and we must find a way to save ourselves."

"Self-help? How can we save ourselves? ”

The old man who was unhappy looked up and sighed, the gap between the exterior and the divine will was really not a star.

If you want to promote your divine will from the exterior, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is one in a hundred.

Among the hundred exterior martial artists, it is already a great thing to have one of them promoted to divine will.

"Do you remember how we were founded in the first place?"

On the first seat, Yuwen Shengji said quietly: "It was my second uncle Yuwen Huan who brought dozens of brothers from the Central Plains to this land of the Minjiang River, fought bloodily, and fought for decades to break through the great foundation of the Bule Gang. ”

"Now that the second uncle has passed away, I want Yuwen Sheng to give up this inheritance to the Zhao family, I can't do it, and I can't do it."

"I'm willing to give everything for this, even if it's infamy."

The people who were unhappy to help them listened to Yuwen Shengji's words, and they were all a little surprised.

They didn't know what Yuwen Katsuji meant by these words.

Isn't it time to discuss how to deal with the intrusion of the Zhao family?

Why did you suddenly say that you were infamy.

Just when everyone was inexplicable, Yuwen Shengji suddenly stood up, gave up the position of the first seat, and bowed respectfully to the black-robed man who walked out behind him.

"Shura Mon Luo throat is an outcast, Yuwen is a descendant of Yuwen Shengji, and welcomes the master of Shuramen."

Then, Yuwen Shengji personally led the black-robed man to the first place in the Juyi Hall.

He himself stood beside the black-robed man, like a servant.

Shuramen, one of the six demons, the evil sect with monstrous demons in the rivers and lakes!

Hearing Yuwen Shengji's words, all the unhappy gangers were stunned.

Among the six sects of the evil path, the demon head of the Shura Gate is the most murderous.

They take pleasure in slaughtering and take pride in slaughtering.

It is said that in the place where the gate of the Shura Gate is stationed, the skeletons are like mountains, and the bones are like forests.

Human hair is turned into felt, and human skin and flesh are rotten into mud.

The human tendons were wrapped around the trees, and the stems were scorched and shiny like silver.

The mountain of corpses is a sea of blood, and the smell is unpleasant.

It's better than that.

However, no one can say for sure how credible the rumors are, and the people of the Shura Sect did not refute them out loud.

But this also reflects the importance of the killing nature of the Shura Sect warriors.

In the eyes of most people in the rivers and lakes, a warrior born in the Shura Sect is no longer worthy of being a human being, but is called a demon.

The people of the Bule Gang did not expect that the founder of their Bule Gang was actually from the Shura Gate.

What they didn't expect was that Yuwen Shengji was so bold that he dared to invite the people of the Shura Sect to join the Gang!

"Helper, you are luring the wolf into the house and setting yourself on fire!!"

"Think twice!"

There were many gangsters below who shouted almost immediately, hoping to wake up Yuwen Shengji and let him understand what he was doing.

Among them, the most powerful is a burly old man with gray hair, who is the deputy leader of the Bule Gang, the "white-haired lion" Qingmeng.

Although the Bule Gang is now declining, they are helpless in the face of the Zhao family's step-by-step pressing, but in the end, both of them are still righteous forces in the rivers and lakes.

Even if they are defeated by the Zhao family, they are not happy to help escape from the Minjiang River, and flee to other places to recuperate, although they are lonely, but at least there is a chance to start over, and there is a chance to make a comeback, isn't it?

If they really want to defect to the Shura Sect, from now on, they will be completely classified as evil and evil, and they will be surrounded and suppressed by the Righteous Sect.

In this huge river and lake, where is there a place for them to be unhappy to help half an inch?

But Qing Meng never expected that Yuwen Shengji would really dare to do such a terrible thing, and introduce the people of the Shura Sect into the Bule Gang, and even respect the Shura Sect as the master!

How dare he?

How dare you!!

Qing Meng roared in his heart, his snow-white hair and beard trembled slightly, his eyes were wide open, staring at Yuwen Shengji, who was still bowing honestly next to the first seat, his eyes were full of hatred and indisputable anger.

"Yu Wenhuan has a good nephew."

The voice under the black robe was low, but mellow and loud, and the tone was as pure as silver, which gave his conversation a special charm.

But in the next moment, this charismatic voice suddenly changed, and it became hoarse and piercing like the wail of a terrible ghost crawling out of the underworld.

"But his former subordinates make me angry, really angry!"

"I hate it when people yell in front of me, what do you say, nephew Yuwen?"

The black-robed man turned his head to look at Yuwen Shengji, who was standing aside, and his voice raised.

Hearing this, Yuwen Shengji hurriedly arched his hand and said: "Let the master vent, my nephew will never complain!" ”

Seeing Yuwen Sheng's docile appearance, the black-robed man nodded with satisfaction.

"Yes, you're good."

Then, the black-robed man got up suddenly, and almost instantaneously dodged from the side of the first seat a few feet away to Qing Meng's body.

The long knife was raised high.

Snort.

Suddenly, blood splattered everywhere like goose feathers.

Qing Meng's wide-eyed, furious head was tossed high, then fell to the ground, rolling past the soles of the unhappy gang.

Goo-dong, goo-dong,

In the end, Qingmeng's head rolled to the feet of Yuwentai, who was standing at the back of the crowd.

Looking at Qing Meng's dead head, the back of Yu Wentai's head was like a cotton-wrapped drumstick beating Bumeng's drum.

It is vaguely heavy, and it throbs again and again.

Qing Meng is Yu Wentai's teacher, and the latter's Unhappy Boxing Sutra was taught by Qing Meng.

And for Yu Wentai, Qingmeng is more like a grandfather than a teacher.

Because most of the people in the Yuwen family opened the [Knife Sequence], their emotions were very unstable, so they didn't have much contact with Yuwentai.

And although Yuwen Shengji is not a martial artist of the [Sword Sequence], he is busy with the affairs of the gang all day long, and he has no time to take care of Yuwentai, so Yuwentai has always been brought up by Qingmeng since he was a child.

Looking at Qingmeng's head on tiptoe.

Yuwentai's face seemed to be cast in concrete, and he stood dumbfounded, staring at the ground miserably, like a puppet. Tears filled the eyes, but they never fell.

He couldn't shed a single tear, and he couldn't show a half-grief-stricken look in front of the black-robed man.

Otherwise, he will die.

After cutting off Qing Meng's head with a knife, the black-robed man didn't seem to be enjoying himself, and his body was as fast as a ghost.

In an instant, he disappeared in place, and came behind another gang member who had just opened his mouth to scold Yuwen Shengji, wearing a black robe and unable to see his face clearly.

The knife rose and fell, and the head fell to the ground.

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