The poem says: The rain and dew fly and the flowers wade into the sky, and the rivers and oceans grow together. The sideways soldiers are in the dust, and I am the only one who relieves the vastness.

Morning, Floating Cloud Valley.

The sky was foggy.

It seems that the endless grievances and turmoil in the rivers and lakes are just like the endless troubles and confusions in the world. A piece of confusion lingers around and lingers.

Occasionally a few ape cries, a few bird calls, crisp valleys. But it seems to remind passers-by not to move forward, it is full of unspeakable evil, and there is a conspiracy.

However, people will not give up on moving forward because of the difficulties ahead.

The sound of horses' hooves, a team of people and horses holding a sedan chair, has come to the outside of the Floating Cloud Valley. The first two rode their horses to open the way to the front. One of them had a quiet and steady face, nearly forty years old, and carried a long knife in his hand, with a blade of more than two feet and a handle about seven feet long. The name is called "Yanyue", the people of the rivers and lakes say that this person's knife technique is magical, every stroke of a knife is like the light and shadow of the moon in the west gutter, which is wonderful and incomparable, so it is named. The person next to him was resolute and cold, and his age was similar to that of the knife bearer, except that this person was barehanded. What is remarkable is that the two of them have two fist-sized flames pierced on the sleeves of their right arms, one up and down. The flame on the arm of the person holding the long knife was cyan, the flame on the shoulder was golden, and the right arm of the rest of the people behind him was also pierced with a large golden flame, which seemed to be burning brightly.

In the Valley of Floating Clouds, the fog is thicker.

Dozens of skeletal faces faintly appeared in the mist, and then disappeared one after another.

There was a neighing of horses, and the men and horses had come to the valley. The bare-handed man at the head grabbed the reins and exclaimed, "What a murderous aura!"

The man with the long knife held the knife high in the air and said to the people behind him: "The fog here is ominous, everyone be careful."

In fact, he also reminded everyone outside. The vigilance of the crowd was high. But as soon as his words fell, the people behind him screamed several times in a row, and seven or eight people fell to the ground almost at the same time. Then there were two eerie, hoarse laughs.

The person holding the long knife held the "Yanyue" in his hand horizontally, saying that the person with two golden flames on his arm beside him said: "Chief Murong, protect the young hall master!" The man listened attentively, and drove his horse to protect the sedan chair behind him with the disciples behind him, and at this time, the arrows were already raining around, and the man with the long knife had already left the horse. Fly in front of the carving feather. Where the sword flashes, the rain of arrows is lightly divided. Drift away as if afraid of its edge.

The chief manager of Murong also received the arrows lightly with his bare hands in front of the sedan chair, and his dexterity was abnormal. His hands are as strong as iron, and as swift as a bird pecking. In an instant, dozens of arrows had broken in his hands. It's a pity that at this time, more than half of the disciples behind him have been killed or wounded.

Suddenly, the surrounding dark arrows no longer flew, and dozens of assassins wearing skull masks, each armed with weapons, surrounded the palanquin.

The man with the long knife led the crowd forward to meet the battle, and the blade of the bright moon was invincible, and no one could stop it. The screams of the skeletal assassin being killed. At this moment, suddenly a person fell from the sky and stopped in front of the Yanyue Knife. The man's face was so thin that it seemed to have only a human skin covering his head. The surface is as white as paper. The eyes were half-open and half-closed. This appearance was born on a body that was blown away by the wind. It was more in line with his dark gray and slightly fat robe, and he stood weakly in front of the Yanyue Knife. makes people not feel that the soul is flying out of the sky, and perceives that he is the immortal skeleton of Yin Si, the impermanence of life.

The "Yanyue Knife" paused slightly in front of him, and couldn't help but be shocked in his heart. Apparently trembling by the ghosts of this world. This horror disappeared in a flash on the "Yanyue Knife". He wanted to ask, but the ghost in front of him spoke first.

"Yanyue Sword Luyun, it really deserves to be the first knife in the world!" The voice was more eerie than if it came from hell.

The Lord of the Bright Moon Knife listened to it, and his heart was like stopping water. Lu Yun is his real name, but he doesn't think much of the title of the world's first sword, and only said lightly: "Everything is just a false name." Then Lu Yun shouted and asked, "Where are you sacred, dare to stop me from going to the Golden Fire Hall?" ”

The living skeleton that seemed to be inhuman said: "I am not sacred, I just want to ask for the Central Plains martial arts to learn the ear!" As he spoke, the skeleton figure had moved, and he attacked Lu Yun, and Lu Yun turned sideways slightly, swinging his knife and slashing his palms. The skeleton man hurriedly withdrew his hand, and at the same time slapped Lu Yun in the chest. Lu Yun lightly put the head of the Yanyue knife across his chest, connected it with the head of the knife, and punched the back of the knife again. The two of them struck both sides of the Yanyue Knife with their fists, and the skeleton figure moved back two steps slightly.

Lu Yun took advantage of this slash and slashed down his shoulder, and the skeleton man floated seven feet after seeing this figure, and then floated up, and did his best to open his palms towards Lu Yun in the air. The two of them were a foot apart, but Lu Yun felt a sharp aura rushing towards him. Lu Yun quickly withdrew his horizontal knife, and withdrew seven feet from the oblique side, and the palm was dodged. The disciples behind Lu Yun were watching the battle, and they didn't know how to look at it, but they were under the power of the skeleton man, and five or six people screamed and fell to the ground together, and the heads of several people turned into skeletons, and their bodies were still intact.

Everyone was horrified. Lu Yun exclaimed on the side: "The art of the evil sect! The skeleton man smiled darkly, and then flew towards the palanquin guarded by Chief Murong Chief. Lu Yun also flew and followed.

The palanquin was already filled with more than a dozen hidden arrows issued by the skeletal assassins. The person in the sedan chair was unusually calm and disagreed. This person is just over twenty, wearing a red robe, with green silk on his head, and on his heroic face, two irreconcilable black eyes shine with arrogance. Two arrows were aimed at the man's ribs, the tips of which seemed to have touched his clothes, and he dismissed them.

"Young hall master, be careful!" Outside the curtain, the chief manager of Murong told the red-clothed young man in the sedan chair.

The young man in red only smiled slightly, and suddenly flew out of the sedan chair, meeting the skeleton man who was flying towards him. The man in red was not afraid at all, and he made a preemptive strike, and in one go, he beat the skeleton man in defeat and retreat, and fell straight into shape, so that he had a chance to breathe. Unconsciously sighed: "This born tiger is also!" "After talking about it, he sent two palms in a row, and the power of this palm is the same as that of the palm of the deer cloud. Straight towards the man in red, the figure in red has not yet touched the ground, and then turned around and sent out two palms, but saw two flames come out of his hands. The power of the skeleton's palm was wiped out. Suddenly make nothingness. The skeleton man laughed strangely at this, and flew into the fog and disappeared. When his subordinates saw his defeat and left, they also retreated. +

Lu Yun and Chief Murong didn't chase after them, they both came to the red-clothed man and said, "The Young Hall Master's Flame Mo Sword has really made rapid progress, and it has reached the Old Hall Master's Seven Successes Strength, and it will surpass the power of the Old Hall Master's sword qi in time."

The man in red didn't care, snorted and smiled, and said, "I'm going to kill him for a few days." "Say goodbye and rush forward. Chief Murong stepped forward to stop him and said: "The fog is thick here, the thieves are dark and I am bright, and the young hall master is angry, so there is no need to chase after him." The man in red did not listen to the advice and ran away into the fog. Chief Murong couldn't stop him. Lu Yun hurriedly said: "Brother Murong is here to protect the birthday gift of the Good Dream Garden, and I will go to recover the young hall master!" Chief Murong said yes. Lu Yun threw away everyone and threw himself into the fog in front of him.

When Lu Yun stepped forward for a short time, he found that the young hall master had suddenly disappeared here. Governor Luyun was not good, and he was afraid that the young hall master would suffer, so he stopped his steps and looked around. How can the fog be vast, and the place you see is less than a zhang, how to look for it. Lu Yun called around him several times, but there was no answer. Lu Yun was sad and at a loss. Suddenly, the palm wind behind him hit, and before he could take precautions, the palms were full of strength, and they had hit Lu Yun's back, Lu Yun had no fan, and he was beaten to the point of leaning over and flying out more than two feet away, his body was square and stable, and there were two palms in the fog in front of him. was weighing Lu Yun's chest, Lu Yun was in undecided pain, and he was slapped several times behind his back, and his palm was full of power. Lu Yundan felt that the sky was spinning, a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, and he suddenly collapsed to the ground, not knowing whether he was alive or dead......

Lu Yun followed the man in red for a long time, but there was no response. The governor of Murong who was guarding the sedan chair was not good, and said to the remnants of his subordinates: "Protect the sedan chair well, I will go to find the young hall master and Murong chief manager." "It turns out that Lu Yun is the head of Jinhuo Hall, and the head of Murong is called Murong Di, who is a famous man in the rivers and lakes. Relying on the stunt golden hook and iron hand alone, it is powerful on the side. He and Yanyue Dao Luyun's colleague Jin Huo Tang Master were the chief and deputy head of the hall respectively, and taught a martial art to the young hall master of Jin Huo Hall.

Murong Di's order had been decided, and he got up and rushed towards the mist. He hadn't gone far when he saw a person in front of him wearing a skull mask and a steel knife in his hand blocking the way, Murong Enemy had paid attention to this person first, and when the rest of the skeleton assassins were fighting with the disciples of the Golden Fire Hall, he raised his sword and watched the battle from the sidelines, and did not make a move. Seeing that Murong was looking for someone, he stopped him.

Murong Di was puzzled and asked, "If Your Excellency is a friend, please go on the road?" ”

The man didn't pay attention to it, but said, "Look at the knife!" Then he swung his knife and slashed. Murong Di dodged sideways, and this person swept sideways, Murong Di raised his left foot and kicked his knife-holding hand, this person was kicked and stumbled, and the knife in his hand was almost thrown away. The man shook his right hand holding the knife and said to himself, "It's really good kung fu!" Then he said to Murong Di: "You're eating me a few times." After that, he swung his sword and fought.

Murong Enemy saw that this person's sword technique was fast and mixed, and he was not bound by the routines of the sect, but he did not temper it much, and his sword was fast and unstable, and his spirit was not refined. Murong Enemy slightly applied the golden hook iron hand, dodged lightly, and dealt with it calmly, but it made this person dizzy, and more than a dozen kung fu Murong Enemy had easily snatched the knife in this person's palm and threw it aside. Seeing that this person was definitely not Murong's opponent, he turned around and fled. Murong Di then chased after him, and was chasing after the benefits, when he saw that he wanted to capture this person, he suddenly heard this person shouting: "Look at the dart!" Then the person threw something back and attacked Murong.

Murong Di slowed down, grabbed it with his hand, and looked at it fixedly, but it was the person with a mask on his head. In a fit of rage, Murong Enemy shattered the skull mask. Seeing that the man had already fled away, the man looked back and smiled as he ran: "Goodbye Xianyun Pavilion!" Murong looked at the man who had disappeared in the mist. Looking back at that moment, it is difficult to see his face, and his strange big eyes are especially memorable. Murong Di had no intention of chasing him again, and threw himself in the direction where Lu Yun went.

When I didn't walk much, someone came in front of me. When the person came closer to take a look, it was not someone else, it was Lu Yun. Lu Yun was covered in blood, and he paced towards Murong Enemy with a knife. When Murong Di saw this, he hurriedly stepped forward to support Lu Yun. asked: "Brother Lu, how can this be, where is the young hall master?" Lu Yun fell into Murong Enemy's arms, and reluctantly replied: "The young hall master was killed, and Lu also suffered an accident!" Then he fainted again. Murong Di was anxious when he saw this, but he had no choice but to help Lu Yun back to the place where the accident happened just now.

Murong Enemy temporarily put Lu Yun in a sedan chair to rest, and then took it with him to hurt the ammunition, so everyone stopped moving forward. Murong Di waited by the sedan chair for Lu Yun to wake up. The rest of the people went to the surrounding area to find the young hall master of the Golden Fire Hall.

I don't know how long it has been, but the fog has not yet receded. The Floating Cloud Valley is still vast and ups and downs. And the disciples of the Golden Fire Hall were dead all over the place. The people who went to look for the young hall master have returned, but they have not seen him.

Lu Yun gradually came to his senses in the sedan chair. Said slowly: "Chief Murong, can you find the young hall master?" Murong Enemy said: "There is no trace, it is difficult to know the good and the bad." Lu Yun said: "Passing through this valley, not far in front of the Dream Garden." Lu is injured and can't congratulate Wu Daxia on his birthday, please Brother Murong tell Jixiang and say hello to Wu Daxia on my behalf, I want to go back to Jinhuo Hall to die, inform Yan Tang Master of what happened all the way, and then decide! Murong Di nodded silently and said yes. Lu Yun got up from the sedan chair and staggered away with a knife. After Murong Wei saw Lu Yun go, his own side led the remnants of his men to continue to move forward.

The centaurs had already traveled most of their way in the fog of the Floating Cloud Valley, and Murong Enemy sighed on the horse: "The dense fog that can't be uncovered. All the disciples moved forward with trepidation, wondering if anything would happen in front of them.

"Young hall master is ahead!" A word from his hand broke the gloom in everyone's hearts.

Everyone raised their eyes to watch, and a man in red was faintly visible hanging on the tree in front of them. The man in red called, "Chief Murong come and save me!" Murong Di listened and led everyone to rush forward. When I saw it closely, it was Yan Zhen, the master of the young hall, who was hanging from a tree with his hair scattered, and his body had been hit by several arrows, and his blood was red clothes. Yan Zhen not only had his head covered with ropes, but his limbs were also tied by ropes, and his arms were roped off, as if he was about to be divided.

Seeing this, Murong Di just stepped forward to rescue him. Suddenly, there was a rain of arrows all around, and the enemy retreated his disciples, and Dumurong the enemy greeted the rain of arrows with his bare hands in front of him. At this moment, he suddenly heard the squeaking sound of the tree, and Yan Zhen's limbs were really straightened by the rope. He screamed loudly in pain, but Murong Di's eyes widened but he was blocked by the rain of arrows. And listening to Yan Zhen's miserable howl here, the limbs and the head have been divided, the limbs don't know where to be dragged by the rope, the only head fell from the tree, Murong Enemy ignored the risk of arrow wounds, flew up and held it in his arms, and in a moment, the remaining head turned into a white miserable skull, Murong Enemy looked at it like a thousand arrows in his heart, shouted angrily, and collapsed to the ground.

At dusk, there were a few drops of rain scattered in the sky.

Hongyan walked alone with a saber to the alley ahead.

Tomorrow is the birthday of Daddy Wu Chongyu, Daddy asked her to personally tell her former friend Natural Sect Master **Shuo, Jinhuo Hall Master Yan Qianhe, only that Xianyun Pavilion is far away, and you must not tell each other, otherwise you will have to invite the owner of Xianyun Pavilion Canghai Yin Xiao Yan Nujiao to congratulate her, and she has already seen Daddy's longing for the deceased.

Hongyan is the only daughter of the owner of the Good Dream Garden, and her parents have taken good care of her since she was a child. In addition to awarding her the lotus leaf sword of her own peerless single dragonfly, Wu Chongyu often explained to her the ups and downs of the world, the rivers and lakes in her spare time, and taught her the way of life and the gift of people, so that although Hongyan can solve the martial arts without leaving home, she will know the true feelings of Hongchen more when she reads less poetry and books.

The sky was sparse and the rain was falling, but the stalls on both sides of the street were still removed, and people went home to take shelter from the rain. The streets are filled with the smell of fresh earth. Hongyan was full of comfort, carrying his sword and continuing to hurry. On the road in the distance, the soft figure of the red face was left.

The Good Dream Garden is built on the mountain, although it is far away from the hustle and bustle of the city, there are a few clear households. Hongyan came to the door of the house with great interest, and before opening the door, he called first: "Dad, mother, Hongyan is back!" ”

There was an eerily silence in the garden, and no one answered.

Hongyan didn't pay much attention to it, pushed the door and went in.

A smell of blood accompanied by the smell of rain at dusk filled the courtyard, rushing towards Hongyan, who suddenly felt bad and ran quickly towards the garden. What caught my eye was the corpses all over the ground, spread out horizontally and vertically in the garden, blood and rain mixed together, gradually joining together, and the flowers in the garden no longer had the fragrance of her past.

Hongyan was confused in her heart. She hurriedly walked through the front pavilion and came to her father's dream house. Wu Chongyu was already lying in a pool of blood with the sword in his hand. Hongyan's mother was lying prone on the ground less than a foot away from Wu Chongyu. She should have gone out to cry about this inexplicable killing, more to tell Wu Chongyu to be more careful, she didn't want to be hurt by a sword piercing her heart, and she didn't have the opportunity to dream with Wu Daxia Yao and talk about the sunset.

"Daddy...... Mother......! Hongyan hugged the bodies of Wu Chongyu and his wife, and kept calling.

It was the most heart-rending cry in the world, and the most painful call in the world!

Hongyan's call turned indifferent, and she sobbed.

The only sound of cold rain could be heard in the Garden of Good Dreams, and beyond that, there was silence.

Who would have thought that the world would be impermanent, how could the rivers and lakes be stormy!

A sad blood stained dust, and it was dusk in the garden of good dreams. In the morning, the flesh and bones were separated, and the rain broke people's souls.

Heaven and earth are infinitely desolate.

The neighbors came early to comfort Hongyan. One person said: "Several of us were drunk and slept in the bedroom, and we never went out to watch, otherwise we would not have escaped our doom." Another said: "My wife and children were also killed, but my body remained, but my head turned into a white skeleton." It's hard to believe unless you see it in person. Hongyan barely recovered from her grief. sighed to himself: "The Good Dream Garden has affected the neighbors!" ”

One person hurriedly said: "I am waiting in the Good Dream Garden as a neighbor, and I have no way to repay the kindness and etiquette of Wu Daxia." Today's misfortune is irreparable, why does Miss Wu need to blame herself! Another person said: "It's a pity that Wu Daxia and my family members were victimized together and didn't know, and I didn't know who did it, why did he do this?" Hongyan shook his head silently. One person said: "It's better to mourn and change, it's better to take care of Wu Daxia's aftermath first, tomorrow is the sixtieth birthday of Wu Yuan's master, there must be many benevolent and chivalrous people in the rivers and lakes to come, and it's not too late to discuss it then!" And when they heard it, they all said yes. So all the villagers did not stop in the rain, and settled the corpses of Wu Chongyu and the disciples in the garden with sorrow and tears......

It's getting late, and the rain hasn't stopped.

There was a knock on the door outside the garden, and then I heard someone say: "The fifth person of the natural gate, the deputy door master Tie Zhongjie, together with the door master **Shuo, came to meet the master of the Good Dream Garden, please open the door!" Hearing this, Hongyan hurriedly opened the door and welcomed the guests.

The courtyard door opened, but I saw that the seven people had a good appearance and an extraordinary temperament standing next to the door. The first elderly man is over 50 years old, and a few strands of beard under his chin are as black as steel needles floating on his chest. This person has a majestic and righteous face, and he is chivalrous. Next to this man was a man dressed in dignity and with a loyal and resolute face, standing side by side with the elder. The other five were all dressed up in short clothes, and they were surrounded behind the two.

didn't wait for Hongyan to speak: "And listen to the elder: "Xiao Mou's visit on a rainy night is really a time, how can I congratulate my friends on my heart, so I don't wait for my father's birthday tomorrow, I dare to come tonight, and I will forgive me for the disturbance." He laughed heartily. Then he led people to walk towards the courtyard, and said to Hongyan as he walked: "Why is Brother Wu so sluggish, and he hasn't come out to answer his old friend." Hongyan followed him, crying before speaking, and ran quickly to the front room.

The mourning hall has been set up, and several neighbors have already put on filial piety and burned incense inside. Hongyan pushed open the door of the mourning hall, knelt on the ground, burst into tears, and said, "Dad, Xiao Daxia has come to see you!" There was a moment of silence in the hall.

The elder who came to congratulate was **Shuo. **Shuo Shicai asked about Hongyan's words, and saw her crying and didn't answer, the governor was inappropriate. At first, I was happy all the way to see the old man, but I just said a few words, and did not pay much attention to the changes in the garden, but this time I saw the situation of Wu Chongyu's daughter, so I paid attention to the atmosphere in the garden, and saw the death-like silence in the dwelling house with clear lights, and there was no vitality at all. Smell a garden of clear rain, slightly stained with a few wisps of blood. The night is full of grief and sadness, **Shuo saw this frown slightly, slowed down, a few people around him also knew the end, raised the front of the front of the door of the mourning hall has been opened, a huge word is placed on the door, inside the head of the filial piety cloth is mourning.

**Shuo was desolate when he saw it, and rushed into the mourning hall without a voice. Take a closer look at the spirit tablet of Wu Chongyu and his wife. **Shuo had no time to think about the cause and effect of things, and all kinds of joy along the way were sunk in the boundless darkness, but he felt as if Kunlun was collapsing, and the sea was falling, **Shuo knelt on the ground in pain and lost his voice; "Brother Wu, Xiao is too late!" Tears wet the placket. The rest of the people also wept and wept bitterly.

A silent and most sad remembrance.

A long-standing hatred in my memory.

After a long time, Hongyan slowly got up, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and came to the front of **Shuo to persuade him not to be too sad. **Shuo sighed: "I didn't expect that the birthday of this reunion would become an eternal sacrifice day, Brother Wu's soul is safe, Xiao will definitely capture the real murderer in his lifetime, and avenge his brother by stabbing a traitor in front of Brother Wu's case!" After that, Shuo got up angrily. asked Hongyan back: "Do you know how Wu Daxia was injured to death?" ”

Hongyan said: "I have checked Daddy's injuries, and the palm injuries on his chest and back are all ten successful, and his moves are fatal and vicious. **The loyal man beside Shuo asked puzzledly: "Wu Daxia's single dragon lotus leaf sword is the best in the world, just ask who in the Central Plains martial arts has such a skill, can put the master of Wu Garden to such a point." ”

**Shuo continued: "What the Iron Gate Lord said is true, who has such a ability?" "**Shuo's iron gate master is the natural door deputy door master Tie Zhongjie. Hongyan said: "Daddy's chest and back are injured in different ways, according to the younger generation, the person who hurt Daddy is definitely not the only one. The corpse is still here, please take a look at it again. ”

**Shuo came to Wu Chongyu's corpse and lifted off the talisman spirit cloth. After repeatedly checking Wu Chongyu's injuries, he sighed again. Tie Zhongjie asked, "Can the sect master know what kind of martial arts he is so injured." Shuo nodded. Hongyan said to everyone: "Senior Xiao and the Iron Gate Master have worked hard all the way, and I invite you to go to the front hall to discuss, and it is not too late to rest." So Hongyan asked **Shuo and other natural people and neighbors to sit in the front hall.

All the lights were lit in the Garden of Good Dreams. The neighbors hoped that this could illuminate the road to the Yellow Springs in the netherworld, and tell Wu Daxia and the disciples in the garden to go all the way.