Ningchuan Prefecture.

Chang An and Chang Sheng sat at a small noodle stall on the street.

"Yo, the young man is here again."

The boss greeted Chang An familiarly, and Chang An nodded to the boss with a smile.

"Well, what are you going to eat today?"

Chang Sheng raised his head playfully and said in a deep voice

"Boss, bring us two catties of beef and two large bowls of Yangchun noodles."

The boss was stunned, looked at Chang An, and then laughed

"Hahaha, this little girl is still a heroine among women, you two wait a minute."

Chang Sheng held his head boredly and waved the chopsticks in his hand.

At the table next to them, there are two people from the rivers and lakes, talking about the important news on the rivers and lakes in recent days.

"Big brother, this time to send the coffin person to Jiangnan, it will definitely lead heroes from all walks of life to gather in Jiangnan."

"Yes, the person who sent the coffin has not been out for thousands of years, and the last time he entered the WTO, I don't know which era it was traced back to, and I don't know which way the gods were sent in the coffin this time."

"It is said that even Jian Yang, the sect leader of the Shushan Sword Sect, also went to Jiangnan, and he is the younger brother of the Sword Pavilion Sword Sect."

"Back then, Zhang Fuying of the Sword Sect was in retreat, and the Sword Pavilion was in retreat, but this Zhang Sect Master ran out by himself and founded the Shushan Sword Sect, since then, the Sword Pavilion has no contact with him, and he doesn't always have to move out of the name of the Sword Sect to support himself."

"Also, as soon as the news of the coffin person entering the WTO came out, Zhang Jianyang ran to Jiangnan, and it seems that he is also obsessed with immortality."

"Not only him, Lian Congyun, the owner of the thirty-six villages of the Jiangnan Salt Gang, the sixteen horsemen of the desert, and Ji Rufeng, the owner of the Guigu Valley, have all arrived in Jiangzhou now, not to mention that there are also swordsmen Ye Siqing and other masters of the rivers and lakes gathered, this time, it is very lively, even the decisive battle between Jia Yu'an and Shi Mengxiong a few days ago is probably far less lively than the current Jiangzhou."

"Tsk, such a large group of masters, but the three major sects have not moved at all."

"They can't be busy with their own affairs, the Sword Pavilion has just died of the Sword Sect, Jia Yu'an broke his arm in the duel again, and the Sword Gate is still chasing the thief king in the south of the Yangtze River."

"Hahaha, this is too lively, it is said that the coffin delivery person is extremely powerful, all the masters want to grab the coffin on his shoulder, and even the true qi of the body protection outside his body can't be broken, if it weren't for the master of Jia Zhuang and the lord of Lizun, I'm afraid that no one on the rivers and lakes is his opponent."

Chang Sheng listened with relish, his eyes rolled, and he suddenly said to Chang An

"Brother, let's go to Jiangnan."

Chang An smiled, gently touched Chang Sheng's head, and said

"Fool, we were going to Jiangnan."

As he spoke, Chang An's eyes suddenly became cold, and he looked at the south, revealing his murderous intentions.

He did plan to go to Jiangnan and kill someone.

………………

July 15, outside the city of Jiangzhou.

The mustachioed old man with the coffin on his shoulder stood on the official road with his body bent.

Behind him, a large number of martial arts people followed from afar, these martial arts people were all famous figures, but at this moment they were cautiously stepping, following the little old man unhurriedly, staring at the coffin on the little old man's shoulder, with jealousy and greed in his eyes.

"Even the owner of the village, when are we going to follow, it's better for us to rush up and simply grab the coffin."

"Yes, even the master of the village, let's not mention that there are nearly 100 Kuofu-level masters here, this little old man is the great grandmaster, we can also consume him alive."

Lian Congyun's eyes were gloomy, and he said in a deep voice

"No, we don't know where the old guy is going, even if he snatches the coffin, what's the use, according to legend, even if he enters the coffin, he must find a blessed land to live forever."

Ji Rufeng on the side gently stroked his long white beard, looking like a fairy wind bone, and nodded with a big smile

"Hahaha, even what the owner of the village said makes sense, even if we snatch the coffin now, we don't know where the blessed land of heaven and earth is, what use can it be."

In the distance ahead, the corner of the little old man's eyes flicked back slightly, how could this group of people who had lost their minds by greed know that their conversation could not escape the ears of the great grandmaster at all.

However, the behavior of these people did not attract the attention of the little old man in the slightest.

"Goo!"

Another carrier pigeon landed on the coffin board on the little old man's shoulder, and the little old man unfolded the letterhead, and three words were written in the same graceful handwriting.

"Cheongseongsan"

The little old man gently tore up the letter paper, looked into the distance, his eyes were full of death, he took a step and continued to walk.

…………

July 17th.

Mobei and Chu came to the outside of Fengcheng, which was where Zhumen was, and several Zhumen disciples were waiting anxiously outside the city, and when they saw Mobei wearing an old tiger skin, they walked up.

"Your Excellency is Mobei."

Mo Bei frowned and nodded slightly.

The disciples breathed a long sigh of relief and said with a smile

"Mo Daxia, the door master estimates that you will arrive in the next few days, and he sent us to wait here three days ago, which can be regarded as waiting for you."

Mo Bei looked immobile and said lightly

"Take me to your master."

Several Zhumen disciples saw the Great Grandmaster's eyes full of reverence.

"Okay, Mo Daxia, please come with us."

Zhumen is located in the west of the city, more remote, but also quiet, the building of the sect is extremely elegant, the pavilion and water pavilion, it is considered the standard Jiangnan faction, the door advocates have been waiting outside the door to greet, see the arrival of Mobei, then greet with a smile.

"Oh, little brother Mo is coming to the contemptible faction, and the contemptible faction is shining."

Mo Bei looked at him expressionlessly, and the first person next to him also looked disgusted, obviously very uninterested in this sleek Zhumen master.

Zhang Xiaoxiao was not embarrassed, and smiled to ease the atmosphere.

Mobei looked directly at Zhang Xiaoxiao and said

"Master Zhang, you know I'm coming."

Zhang Xiaoxiao still had a smile on his face.

"Let's go in and talk."

Mo Bei nodded, and the two followed Zhang Xiaoxiao to the main hall of Zhumen, to Mobei's surprise, there was already a person sitting in the main hall, a middle-aged man, Mo Bei looked at that person in a daze, that face was too familiar to him.

"Uncle?"

He cried out.

Chu Xia looked at Mo Bei with a blank face, and Zhang Xiaoxiao behind him walked in and introduced

"Little Brother Mo, this is not the Sword Sect, but the younger brother of the Sword Sect, the sect master of the Shushan Sword Sect, Zhang Jianyang."

Zhang Jianyang stood up and looked at Mobei kindly.

"Nephew, we've finally met."

Mobei lost his mind for a while, and in a trance returned to the days when he lived with his uncle in Kunlun seven years ago.

Zhang Jianyang sighed.

"Alas, it didn't take long for the eldest brother to go into retreat after he came back, but he didn't expect that this farewell would be an eternal farewell."

Mobei looked at Zhang Jianyang, although he had never seen Zhang Jianyang, but just by his appearance, he was sure that Zhang Jianyang was indeed the uncle's brother.

Zhang Jianyang showed a kind smile on his face, solving Mobei's doubts.

"Virtuous nephew, I asked Lord Zhu to send you the letter. Although you have not seen me, I have been keeping an eye on you, and after the retreat of my eldest brother, I sent someone to keep an eye on you. ”

Mo Bei nodded, in those seven years, there were indeed people coming to the village from time to time on Kunlun Mountain, and they naturally couldn't escape Mobei's eyes, but Mobei saw that they were dressed similarly to the uncle, so he mistakenly thought that the uncle sent someone to see him, so he didn't care, but he didn't expect that it was the uncle's younger brother.

Mobei asked

"What happened back then?"

Speaking of this, Zhang Jianyang's face became excited, and he explained to Mobei

"Little Brother Mo, the facts back then were outrageous, and every time Brother Zhang mentioned it, he would get emotional."

As he spoke, Zhang Xiaoxiao arranged for Mobei and Chuxia to take their seats.

"Come on, come on, let's sit down and talk slowly."

After Mobei and Chuxia were seated, Zhang Jianyang sighed and slowly talked about the events of the year.

"Back then, after the eldest brother returned to the Sword Pavilion, he originally planned to retreat directly, but at this moment, a little guest came to the Sword Pavilion. The little guest with a female doll, claiming to be Chang An from Qingzhou in the Central Plains, had just returned from the desert and wanted to ask to see the eldest brother. Every year, there will be many people from the rivers and lakes in the Sword Pavilion who come to visit, and this kind of trivial matter would not have alarmed the eldest brother, but Chang An took out one thing. ”

Hatsuxia asked curiously

"Something."

Zhang Jianyang glanced at Chu Xia.

"Ghost doctor Yan Sihai's letter, Yan Sihai has saved the lives of many disciples of the Sword Pavilion, for his sake, the eldest brother has to see Chang An's side."

"Since that fight, the eldest brother and Chang An have often exchanged letters, mostly because Chang An wants to ask for the secret of the sword god back then, and seek the method of immortality for his sister."

Saying this, Zhang Jianyang sneered.

"How can the secret of the sword god be known at will, besides, Chang An said that he wanted a secret, I am afraid that he still stared at the peerless swordsmanship handed down by the sword god. It's just that I don't understand, although the eldest brother has repeatedly refused, he has never severed his contact with Chang'an. ”

"During that time, although the eldest brother had not officially retreated, he had been living in the secret room, and the communication with the outside world had not been severed, and the people in the Sword Pavilion did not know what the eldest brother was doing in the secret room."

"But I can see that during that time, the eldest brother was very excited, and often said, there is hope, there is hope, there is such incomprehensible words."

Mobei was thoughtful.

"What happened later, in the letter you sent me, you mentioned that Chang An killed the uncle, why did Chang An want to kill the uncle."

Zhang Jianyang said

"At first, the two of them did talk very happily, but as time went on, Chang An's tone in the letter became more and more impatient, as if he felt that the eldest brother didn't want to give him the secret of the Sword God at all, although the eldest brother had also taught him some Sword Pavilion kung fu, but he was obviously not satisfied with this."

"About two months later, the eldest brother began to retreat, but a few days later, Chang An still sent a letter to the eldest brother, and the eldest brother also replied to Chang An with a letter, and after that, there was no contact, and Chang An took the initiative to cut off contact with the eldest brother."

Speaking of this, Zhang Jianyang's tone began to become excited.

"This book is nothing, it's just that a few days ago, the eldest brother was found dead in the secret room by the people of the Sword Pavilion, and the Sword Pavilion searched the secret room several times, and finally found a painting in the secret room that painted the little girl that Chang An brought back then, and the letters exchanged with the eldest brother and Chang An."

As he spoke, he took out a letter from his arms tremblingly, Mo Bei stared at the letter, he had seen Chang An's correspondence with his uncle in the Sword Pavilion, but he was sure that he had not seen this one.

The envelope had not yet been opened, but Mo Bei had already felt the difference in the letter, not in the content, but in the inside, and he felt that from the envelope, there was a faint sense of death.

Zhang Jianyang held up the letter tremblingly.

"This is Chang An's last letter to his eldest brother, and in this letter, I feel a desperate death."

"This is something that has never been seen in the previous letters, the power from the secluded mansion!"

Although the internal strength of the letter had been exhausted by this time, the desperate death still made me shudder when I remembered it. The eldest brother must have been attacked by that internal force when he opened the envelope, causing him to go mad and die. ”

Mo Bei's brows furrowed

"Why I've never seen this letter?"

Zhang Jianyang said

"Alas, child, where do I dare to show you, Chang An is just the son of a businessman, he colluded with Youfu to kill everyone in the Sword Sect and was punished, but if you know about Youfu, I am afraid that it was impulsive and gave your life in vain, so I didn't dare to tell you about this letter in the first place. The power of Youfu is beyond your imagination, so I only feel that I have lured you to Zhumen under the pretense of the hand of the master of Zhangmen, and personally informed you of this matter. ”

Mo Bei's fist made a "click" sound, his forehead was bruised, the old tiger skin on his body bulged out without wind, and the bursting internal force swept through the entire hall, and the three people in the hall were sweating profusely, Zhang Xiaoxiao hurriedly said

"Little brother, don't be impulsive!"

Zhang Jianyang also persuaded

"Child, you just need to prepare for the battle with Chang An on August 15 now, and be sure to kill him to comfort the spirit of the eldest brother in the sky, as for the matter of the Youfu, the future will be long, let's take care of it slowly."

Mo Bei slapped his palm heavily on the table at hand, "Smack!" With a bang, he slammed the table to pieces and walked out of the lobby with a frosty face.

Zhang Jianyang and Zhang Xiaoxiao glanced at each other and were silent.

Hatsuxia followed.

"Mobei."

Chu Xia looked at Mo Bei with tenderness, she knew how angry Mo Bei was in her heart at this time.

"Where are you going?"

Mo Bei stopped, his fists clenched, his body trembled slightly, his back to Chu Xia, and he was silent.

Hatsushita said

"Wherever you go, I'll go with you."

After a moment, Mo Bei's body stopped trembling, and his voice became calm.

"What time is it today?"

Hatsuxia said softly

"It's July 15."

Mo Bei said lightly

"Then it's time for us to go back."

At first I was confused

"Why?"

Mo Bei's voice contained a cold killing intent.

"Go kill someone."