Over this mountain, not far from Songyang Town.

At this moment, there is a brocade sedan chair parked on the side of the mountain road. The sedan clothes are embroidered with cloud-shaped patterns, the workmanship is quite exquisite, and there are two cloth sedan chairmen standing next to the sedan chair, looking at their masters respectfully.

The sedan chair stopped at the door of a gazebo next to the mountain road. This pavilion is very old, I don't know if it was built by the rich merchant in the past, built on the side of the mountain road, for pedestrians to avoid the scorching sun and wind and rain, and rest their feet during the journey. But it looks like no one has repaired it for a long time, the vermilion paint is peeling, the railing is broken, and it is very dilapidated.

There is a small stone tablet in the center of the pavilion, which probably records the life deeds of the great benevolent people who contributed money, singing praises of virtue and so on. However, after years of erosion, the handwriting has become blurry and illegible. At this moment, the owner of the sedan chair, an old man in brocade, was carefully tasting with great interest in front of the stone stele.

The old man was dressed in brocade, his white beard was slightly yellowed, his hair was tied in a bun with a delicate headband inlaid with pearls, and his beard looked carefully trimmed, and he looked extraordinary. He carried his hands behind his back and bowed his waist, carefully reading the faint handwriting on the stone tablet, engrossed in it, enjoying it.

After a long while, he suddenly asked, "Tang Da, where are they?"

One of the two palanquin drivers standing respectfully by the palanquin replied, "They have stayed in a town not far from here last night, and they expect to pass by here this afternoon." ”

The old man snorted, "Is it so slow?" He didn't raise his head and continued to look at the stele. But soon he straightened up, snorted softly, and turned his head to look at the mountain road.

A figure appeared at the end of the mountain road. As it got closer, the black figure became clearer and clearer.

This person was wearing a black crown and black robe, with a thick black beard, and the whole person seemed to be pitch black, like a black shadow. He walked very slowly, but each step was very long, and he stepped steadily, so the speed of walking was not slow.

The old man stood in the gazebo and watched him come over, and when he passed by the door of the gazebo, he smiled at the black-robed man.

The black-robed man was about to walk through the pavilion, but with the old man's smile, he suddenly stopped, turned around, and walked straight into the pavilion. At this time, the old man saw a knife hanging from his waist, the black scabbard, black and shiny, shining in the sunlight as if it were flowing, as if it had spirituality.

The black-robed man walked up to the old man in brocade and looked straight into the old man's eyes with his eyes. His eyes were very hollow, without a trace of emotion, as if, like the eyes of a dead man! The old man was looked at uncomfortably, and said with a smile on his face: "Hello." ”

There was no expression on the black-robed man's face, and his voice sounded just as hollow: "Are you waiting for someone?"

The old man in brocade seemed to be shocked by him, and nodded a little involuntarily, and the black-robed man's voice was very cold: "Then you can go." ”

The old man in brocade asked, "Why?"

The black-robed man said coldly, "Because I'm here." ”

The old man in brocade suddenly smiled strangely: "It turns out that you also worked hard for the Tang Sect." ”

There was a slight change in the empty eyes of the black-robed man: "You know me?"

The old man in brocade shook his head and pointed to his waist: "I just recognized this knife." He raised his head and looked directly into the eyes of the black-robed man: "This legendary demon knife that is terrifying to the ghosts and gods!"

There was no change on the black-robed man's face, he looked at him quietly and did not speak.

The old man in brocade smiled and continued: "In fact, the magic knife is just a miscommunication, its real name is the ink knife, and the legend is that it was cast by Mozi Mo Zhai himself during the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period. Mozi is a strange generation, and he also cast a sword, which is called the Mo family double blade together with this knife, and is the treasure of the Mo family. ”

The black-robed man was slightly moved: "You have seen a lot. ”

The old man in brocade smiled: "This knife is in your hand, so of course you are the fifth floor of the devil who used to crisscross the rivers and lakes and was called the magic knife, or, your real name is the fifth floor of Mo." ”

The black-robed man snorted: "I don't have the surname Mo, and I'm not from the Mo family." ”

The old man in brocade had a suddenly realized expression: "Of course, of course, in order to compete for the position of the giant of the Mo family, you lost to your younger brother Mo Jian Mo Qizhong, and you will no longer be a member of the Mo family." ”

The face and eyes of the fifth floor of the black-robed human demon changed: "You can know so much, who are you?"

The old man in brocade smiled: "I'm just an old man who is a few years older, and I just see and hear more than others." It's you," his tone softened, "but you just need the support of your friends to help you reclaim the position of the giant, so why do you have to work for the Tang Sect? ”

Mo Wulou lowered his head, as if he was a little moved.

There was hesitation in his voice: "Are you from the Great Thunder Gate?"

The old man in brocade smiled slightly: "What kind of thing is the big thunder gate, and his little thunder is worth my life for him?"

The fifth floor of the demon muttered: "So it can't be the thirty-six villages of the green forest, since you don't put Lei Potian in your eyes, of course you won't obey the orders of the old man who hides his head and tail." ”

The old man in brocade nodded: "Yes, the forces behind me are far from being comparable to them." If you want to regain the position of the Mo family's giant, it is just a gesture for him. ”

The fifth floor of the demon lowered his head and was silent, it seemed that he had been moved, there was a play, and the old man in brocade couldn't help but be secretly happy in his heart.

He struck while the iron was hot and said: "I'm just ordered to deal with Tang Da, if you can not interfere, I and the forces behind me will become your friends, and naturally understand the truth of repaying the favor." This is also a great opportunity for you, haven't you been obsessed with the position of the Mo family giant for so many years? Don't you want to return to the Mo family as a giant with your head held high?"

Mo Wulou still lowered his head and didn't speak, and suddenly asked after a while, "Who is the force behind you?"

The old man in brocade was stunned for a moment: "You ......" He felt that something was wrong.

The fifth floor of the demon raised his head, his face full of ridicule: "You are wrong, I didn't give my life to the Tang Sect, and the life and death of Tang Da has nothing to do with me, and I am even less interested in the false name of the Mo family giant." I only protect him because Ye Feng, who is now in Tingtao Villa, is my apprentice. ”

The old man in brocade was silent, it seemed that the information he knew before was really wrong. After a moment, he sighed and said, "It seems that there is no negotiation." ”

The black-robed man said coldly: "If you honestly tell the identity of you and the person behind you, I may respect the old man and let you go." ”

The old man in brocade suddenly smiled: "That's not that simple, even if I'm old, at least, you have to ask me about the knife in my hand first." ”

The black-robed man turned his head to look at him, with a mockery in his eyes: "You also have a knife?"

The old man in brocade said: "Yes!"

As soon as he flipped his hand, he showed his knife!