It was already dark, Xie Zhenliang sat in the room and looked at Ye Feng who was sitting sullenly on the side.

In order to cooperate with Tang Yu's visit to the bamboo hut at night and avoid startling the snakes, they did not ask the maids and servants in the afternoon, nor did they look for clues everywhere, but just sat quietly and waited for the arrival of night. Seeing that Ye Feng had been worried since Tang Yu set off, Xie Zhenliang sighed secretly in his heart.

In fact, he took the time to take a hexagram for Tang Yu in the afternoon, and he had three lessons in a row, all of which were big murderers. But he couldn't say it, he could only hide it in his heart, did he want him to stop Tang Yu for a hexagram? Or tell Ye Feng, Ye Feng would inevitably go to answer it, wouldn't it be a danger to go to such a big murderer?

Xie Zhenliang only didn't say anything, and couldn't help but think of what his father Xie Jin said when he taught him the art of divination, divination can only calculate fortune and bad luck, and can neither guarantee accuracy nor determine the result, because everything in the world is changing and developing at any time, and it is often a very small factor that affects the outcome of events, which cannot be calculated in detail by manpower, and has long exceeded the scope of yin and yang calculation. In this situation, I am afraid that I can only pray that my father's words will be fulfilled.

In fact, Ye Feng didn't really understand why he was so anxious and worried, speaking of which, he didn't actually have any relationship with Tang Yu, let alone a deep friendship. So for the friendship between himself and Tang Da who have shared life and death and hardships? It seems to be a little reluctant. Is it because of Tang Rou? Tang Yu is Tang Rou's cousin after all, and he is a family.

Thinking of Tang Rou, Ye Feng's heart suddenly felt empty and uncomfortable, originally thought that he could see Tang Rou when he came to Tingtao Villa, but Tang Yu said lightly that he was a few days late, and there was no news until now, I don't know where she is now, what she is doing? Since a glimpse of Huashan, I don't know when I will be able to see her again? Ye Feng thought wildly, and gradually became a little crazy.

The two of them sat with their own hearts and minds, and they didn't speak, and the fat man Zhang who was leaning on the Taishi chair on the side was so bored that he finally couldn't support it, closed his eyes and began to nap, making the boss's snoring sound, and there was a strange calm in the whole room.

When Zhang Fatzi was snoring like thunder, Tang Yu had already quietly arrived at the edge of the bamboo forest. He changed out of the spotless white robe he usually wore, dressed in a lean black short-cut night suit, and the headband embedded with jade was also changed, and the whole person almost melted into the dark night, and stood in the shadow of the trees, almost not feeling that there was anyone there.

Tang Yu unfolded his body and quietly entered the bamboo forest, preparing to bypass the secret whistle he had discovered during the day. As soon as he entered the bamboo forest, his brows furrowed, and he smelled a familiar smell, bloody gas!

The dark sentry in the bamboo forest he had found during the day was dead. Not only is he dead, but there is a large hole between his chest and abdomen, as if caused by blunt penetration. Tang Yu's brows furrowed even higher, and he walked forward quickly, the dark whistle in front of him had also died, but his face was black, and he was obviously poisoned to death. Such a death made Tang Yu secretly frightened in his heart, could it be them?

Along the way, more than ten secret sentinels in the entire bamboo forest have all been killed, and the corpses seem to be about the same as the previous two, Tang Yu's heart gradually sank, and he launched a light effort to rush to the bamboo forest hut, and as soon as he reached the edge of the bamboo forest, he saw the two murderers.

The two of them were white and black, their white clothes were like snow, their blood-red mouths were cracked and they were smiling, the black ones were naked, their heads were bald, their bodies were as dark and strong as iron casting, and they held a strange-shaped blade made of black iron in their hands, which clearly looked like human arms and palms. They are the same black and white ghosts that appeared in the wild shop at the beginning.

Sure enough, it was them! Tang Yu suddenly regretted that he came to explore the bamboo forest hut at night alone, in terms of martial arts, he faced Gu Qingyi or the black and white ghosts alone, even if he couldn't win, he could retreat with his whole body, but in the face of the three strong enemies, he really couldn't catch it. What's more, it is rumored in the rivers and lakes that the black and white ghosts are the right-hand men of the old man of the thirty-six villages of the green forest, and they appear here, I don't know if the mysterious old man of Yunlong Sanxianfeng is also here? If he also comes, it will be difficult to be good here today. Master Shaolin Lichen and Lingnan Situ Wushu are both first-class good players, if they are not too trusted, they can invite them to come, maybe they can still have some chance of winning, in the current situation, I am afraid that I can only take one step at a time.

The black and white ghosts had already walked to the door of the hut by this time. The middle-aged man in a green shirt who was silently sweeping the floor during the day was standing in front of the door at this time, looking up at the sky, as if he was completely unaware of the arrival of the black and white ghosts. The black and white ghosts stopped, looking as if they were facing a great enemy, and they were on full alert.

The white ghost Bai smiled happily, and his voice was as sharp as a ghost: "Mr. Gu, I haven't seen you for many days, but this is the second time we have come." ”

Tang Yu's heart was shocked, this man in green shirts was indeed Gu Qingyi in the Wudang Twin Swords! He didn't dare to act rashly, he hid in the bamboo forest, and carefully observed the situation in the field.

Gu Qingyi looked up at the sky for a long time, sighed, and said slowly: "You came a month ago, and the two of you couldn't stop my three moves together, and now when you come again, it must be him who is also here." ”

His eyes were fixed on the black and white ghosts, and he said sharply: "Since he is here and he doesn't show up, what is the sneaky idea?"

The black and white ghosts were taken by his momentum, and when he drank it, they both took two steps backwards.

Tang Yu listened to Gu Qingyi's words on the side, and it was clear that the black and white ghosts had come a month ago, and he returned defeated, and this time he came, because there was someone behind him, and it was expected that it must be the old man of Yunlong Sanxianfeng. The three strong enemies in front of him were already difficult, and now there was an unfathomable and profound old man, Tang Yu couldn't help but secretly complain in his heart.

The black and white ghosts glanced at each other, shouted, and all of them stepped forward to attack Gu Qingyi together. Suddenly, a loud noise was heard, a dazzling sword qi slashed, and the black and white ghosts flew backwards together, a dazzling blood red on the white clothes of the white ghost, and the black ghost's Qimen iron hand was cut in two, covering his arms, and it was clear that both of them were seriously injured.

Gu Qingyi was still standing in front of the door, as if he hadn't moved, there was an extra bright long sword in his hand, and he looked at the bamboo forest and said in a long voice: "It seems that there is more than one person, why don't you show up together?"

What he saw was the place where Tang Yu was hiding, Tang Yu was stunned, more than one? Suddenly he felt a chill behind him, murderous!

Without looking back, he knew that there must be a master behind him who was staring at him coldly, and such a strong murderous aura made goosebumps rise on his back. But he didn't dare to look back, he would have a flaw when he moved, the opponent could bully him behind his back without being noticed, the martial arts must be extremely high, if he took advantage of the situation to strike a blow, he could only stiffly continue to crouch on the ground motionless, feeling cold sweat slowly slipping down his forehead.

Gu Qingyi waited for a while, there was no movement in the bamboo forest, he was a little impatient, and shouted: "If you don't come out again, don't blame Gu for being ruthless under the sword." ”

At this time, a gloomy voice floated in: "How ruthless?"

The voice did not come from the bamboo forest, Gu Qingyi was stunned, and saw a figure suddenly jump up from behind the hut behind him, like a big bird, and hit his back. Gu Qingyi turned his head sharply, and saw a light that was even more dazzling than he had just now, sword qi!

The sudden change in the field, seeing Tang Yu's whole body shocked, said that it was too late and that was fast, he took advantage of the momentum of the shock to turn over and pounce out, and in an instant, seven or eight hidden weapons had been punched out of his body, of different sizes, flying towards the figure behind him at different speeds, and his people also pounced on him, he wanted to win with one blow!

The bamboo shadow in the bamboo forest shook for a while and regained calm, and the outside of the hut also calmed down, the figure that rushed out from behind the hut stood in front of the door, looking at Gu Qingyi in a pool of blood and sneering, the black and white ghosts stood behind him with their heads down, and it was the old man of Yunlong Sanxianfeng!

Gu Qingyi, who was in a pool of blood, was still struggling, staring at Old Man Feng, and said with difficulty: "You're not...... Your sword...... Who the hell are you?"

Old Man Feng didn't speak, just smiled and watched him struggle in a pool of blood, as if admiring a work of art, until he lost his breath and stopped moving.

There was no sound except the sound of the wind, and the cold light of the bright moon overhead sprinkled down, shining on the night mist floating in the mountains, a little hazy, like a dream.