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Early in the morning of the second day, Li Mochou took Xiao Yao and Hong Lingbo to a restaurant next to the square in the west of the city, and found a window seat that could overlook the distance and take in the scene in the square. (Please search Bayi Chinese Net, the fastest updated novel website!) At that time, although the wind and snow lived, the weather was cold, and the dripping water turned into ice, except for a few pedestrians who occasionally passed by and the Mongolian patrol troops who had to patrol and walk around every other day of incense, there was no longer a single figure on the streets of Chang'an City. At this time, the window position of the restaurant poured in with the west wind, although the cold was biting, but Li Mochou's master and apprentice were full of martial arts, although the cold was so far, but the internal force was running, and it was not impossible to resist. Xiao Yao was also in such a bone-chilling wind for the first time in his life, and the clothes on his body were not very thick, but when the internal force flowed, the body was still warm and comfortable from the inside out, and this strange and comfortable feeling really made him secretly refreshed.

From time to time after the three of them sat down in the restaurant, they could see from time to time that men with swords in their hands, dressed in mink brocade, and with fierce faces gathered from all sides of the square, but they were all speeding down the street, and after meeting each other, they went into the nearby alleys, and were no longer to be seen, as if they were just passing by. After watching it for a while, Li Mochou suddenly smiled and said, "We just have to wait for another half an hour, and then Huo Du and the people of the Heroes Association will arrive." ”

Xiao Yaoqi said, "Master, how do you know?"

Hong Lingbo glanced at Xiao Yao with a smile, and then Li Mochou said to him: "Senior brother, you don't know anything about this. Master roamed the rivers and lakes, intersected with heroes and heroes from all walks of life, and had a close connection with the people in the green forests of the underworld in the north and south, how could he not know the codes and gestures they commonly used when transmitting information? Just now, when the master saw those big men looking at each other, one of them would always pat on the top of his head, which in the underworld is the meaning of the big boss, and then he clenched his fist and drew a circle on his chest, and beat it twice, which represents the meaning of the brothers, and then knocked it in the middle of the blade in his hand, which means that it represents half an hour. The blade in their hands was sent forward in its entirety, which meant an hour. Finally, he stamped his feet again, which means that he is here. These actions are connected together, which means that the big boss and his brothers gathered here half an hour later, and almost everyone who came and went in the underworld did these actions at the right time, so I think it can be determined that this is a common incision in the hero club. As for the big boss repeatedly mentioned in their gestures, if I guessed correctly, it should be the little prince Huo Du, so the master just said that we only need to wait for half an hour, and then Huo Du and the people of the Heroes Association will arrive. ”

After Xiao Yao listened to this explanation, he suddenly realized, and said to Li Mochou in a continuous voice: "The disciple has been taught. He also noticed just now that every big man in the green forest walked by the square to look at each other's heads, beating his chest, and he once thought that this was just a small habit and small action of the people in Guanzhong when they walked in winter, so he didn't pay attention to it at all, let alone pay attention to observe and study. At this time, listening to Hong Lingbo's words and instructions to himself, the secret road in his heart is really a doorway with a line of lines, if there is no master and senior sister today, even if he sees him again next time, he still doesn't know what to do, and I'm afraid that I will be kept in the dark for the rest of my life, and it will be difficult to understand the mystery.

The three of them waited for another half an hour, and Xiao Yao really saw that from the surrounding alleys, many big men dressed in black, with swords at their waists, with calm steps and solemn faces, began to pour out, gathering towards the square in the middle. Those big men shuttled along the street, and after a while, the black-clothed men in the square gathered from the stars at the beginning, and then melted into pieces, just a cup of tea, and the huge square in the west of the city was full of people, and under the background of the pure white snow around them, it was like a black whirlpool that suddenly appeared on the calm surface of the lake.

Seeing that the congregation of the Heroes Association was silently holding swords and standing silently in place, invisibly forming a kind of murderous aura, Xiao Yao was suddenly shocked in his heart, and at the same time, he was also trained by Huo Neng, who had only heard his name and had not seen him, to train these underworld warriors who were used to doing their own thing on weekdays and being arrogant and domineering to this kind of now, this kind of wrist is really shocking and subdued, it is not easy, and now it seems that it is even more well-trained than the Southern Song Dynasty officials and soldiers he saw a few days ago. Although Xiao Yao has followed Li Mochou to the rivers and lakes for nearly a year since he crossed over, and he has seen a lot of large and small scenes, but to say that he is as imposing as the one in front of him, the ferocity is awe-inspiring, and his majesty is as shocking as the cold mang, it is really unseen and unheard of, and the three-foot ice-frozen, attacking coldness around him is dwarfed by the cold killing intent produced by the black-clothed men gathered together in the square. The snow on the surrounding trees continued to fall with the footsteps of the members of the Heroes Club when they walked into the square, and occasionally people talked to each other, and when they said two sentences, the internal force was stirred out with the sound of words, and the snow fell on the ground and flew in the air above everyone's heads, just like a snowstorm in the sky.

Seeing such an oppressive scene, even Li Mochou's face couldn't help but show a hint of shock, looked out the window, and said to himself: "I didn't expect that the northern underworld heroes, who were like a plate of scattered sand and had no climate at all, could actually have such a big momentum when they really gathered together." She has been walking the rivers and lakes for many years, and she is also an old man in the rivers and lakes, and she also knows a lot about the shape of the martial arts in the northern Central Plains, and knows that the forces of the northern underworld and green forests have always been in constant disputes, and there are endless civil strife, and they have a lot of misconduct, and things such as robbing houses and houses, robbing and robbing are even more commonplace, so they are despised by martial arts chivalrous people, and from time to time there are famous and decent disciples with high martial arts to teach them a lesson. These underworld people are actually just some rabble, when it comes to martial arts, even if the village owner, the door master and other outstanding people, in the rivers and lakes can only be regarded as second-rate masters at most, on weekdays, it is just by relying on the strength of the crowd, this dares to bully the weak. Although they can be said to be free and willful when they do not attract the attention of the masters of the righteous path, they often set a bottom line for themselves when they act, and they do not have the courage to do things absolutely, for fear that once they become notorious and attract first-class masters who are decent or pretentious and chivalrous to come and eliminate harm for the people, then they will have to flee and retreat. Such endless internal strife, coupled with the long-term worries of the encirclement and suppression of the Mongol official army, is that the underworld forces have been suppressed for a long time and are very weak, and not only do they not have a high status in the rivers and lakes, but they also have no truly decent forces. Today, Li Mochou suddenly saw that those underworld characters who were shy back in doing things on weekdays and were very wolf bèi could actually abandon their previous suspicions, and when they gathered together, they could not help but be secretly shocked.

Thinking like this in his heart, Li Mochou suddenly heard Xiao Yao softly "ah" and said, "Master, look." With that, he pointed to the wall adjacent to the square. Li Mochou saw Xiao Yao's prompt, and when he looked in the direction of his finger, a man wearing a light yellow brocade robe, holding a folding fan in his hand, dressed as a noble son, and looking at a man who was about twenty or thirty years old, surrounded by those big men who were also richly dressed and had an extraordinary bearing, had already climbed the city tower at some point, and was overlooking the black and oppressive underworld brigade in the square. Seeing the man, Li Mochou stared at it for a while, squinted his eyes, and said solemnly: "The noble son who is surrounded by people in the middle is Huo Du, the leader of the Heroes Association." ”

There are dozens of zhang between the restaurant where the three of them are located and the section of the city wall where Huo Du is standing, and there are cold winds blowing from time to time, rolling up countless ice and snow, and blowing against the wind, so although the three of them rely on their own internal strength to look far away, they can only vaguely see the general appearance of the figure, as for wanting to hear what he said, what to say, but it is absolutely impossible to do it. Despite this, the three of them sat on the top of the restaurant, and they could also see the general movements of the people up and down the castle tower. At this time, Huo Du was waving the folding fan in his hand from time to time to greet the heroes in the square, and the Heroes Guild congregation under the city wall also cooperated with him, and at the same time raised the sword and blade in his hand, and shouted in unison.