Flowers fall and bloom, flowers bloom and flowers fall, it has been nineteen years since the three strange cases of martial arts. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

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Juxian Town in Henan is very prosperous, businessmen gather, wine shops are fragrant, singing and dancing are leveling, and it is not lively. But Zhaojia Village, which is only ten miles away from the town, is a different scene, the glory of the past has faded, and everywhere is desolate and dilapidated, and the people are not living.

Zhaojia Village is surrounded by mountains on three sides and faces water on one side, and thieves from the nearby mountains often come to the village to kill and plunder, and do all kinds of evil, while those local officials who are like jackals and wolves not only sit idly by, but also take advantage of the fire to rob, making this place even more miserable. Day after day, the people fled one after another, and only a few old people still stubbornly guarded the land and lived in fear.

At dusk, more than a dozen bandits broke into Zhaojia Village viciously, and their horses passed by, leaving a cloud of dust. The few villagers panicked and hurriedly put away the remaining valuables and found a corner to hide.

The leader was a big man who was nearly half a hundred years old, and he laughed when he saw them fleeing in all directions. Suddenly, his laughter stopped abruptly, and the thieves leaned back in panic.

It turned out that a tall figure had quietly descended from the sky like a ghost. Such a clever light skill is really frightening, coupled with the thick murderous aura in this person's tiger eyes, it is even more terrifying.

The leading thief pretended to be calm and roared in a rough voice: "Grandma, who are you, dare to stand in the way of the uncle?"

The man didn't answer, and returned a sword-like gaze.

The leading thief was furious and roared, "Brothers, give him some color and see!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the mysterious man pull out the soft sword rolled around his waist, and the sword flashed like lightning, and more than a dozen thieves rolled off the horse before they could draw their swords, and died on the spot.

The leading thief was shocked, and for the sake of his life, he didn't care about his face, turned his head and fled, but it was too late, he only felt a shock on the dovetail acupoint, and a strange and irresistible force entered the body, and the five internal organs were shattered, and the body flew three feet away, spurting blood from the mouth, and died of exhaustion.

One of the remaining thieves, frightened, fell off his horse and fell to his knees begging for mercy.

Unexpectedly, the man swung his sword, mercilessly, and the brilliance of the long sword disappeared in a flash, piercing his heart impartially, accompanied by a terrible wail.

Putting away the sword, the man laughed wildly for a while, and said proudly: "Want to know who I am, go and ask the king of Hades! haha! ha......" The laughter echoed throughout Zhaojia Village again. With the laughter gone, he disappeared like a ghost.

This person's ruthlessness in the sword, the speed of his shot, the essence of his swordsmanship, and the spirit of his body are really incredible. If this person wants to be the enemy of the Central Plains martial arts, I am afraid that there will inevitably be a terrible turmoil on the rivers and lakes!

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Early the next morning, three swordsmen came to the village in a hurry, and they asked the villagers about the whereabouts of the mysterious man, but how did they know that the people fled in all directions like frightened birds, hiding far away. It was hard to find some people to ask, but who knew the whereabouts of the mysterious figure? The three of them left disappointed and headed north.

One of the younger men said, "Don't worry, Master Ji. Although the madman's whereabouts are secretive, with the strength of our beggar gang, it will not be difficult to find out where he is going. ”

The middle-aged man who was called the owner of the farm smiled bitterly: "It's a pity that we are one step late." Brother Wu, Brother Li, you have worked hard these days. ”

The young man spoke again: "The owner of the Zhuang Zhuang does not have to be polite, if it wasn't for the owner of the Zhuang Zhuang who came to the rescue in Kunshan that day, Brother Li and I would have already died in the hands of the Demon Sect."

Another young man surnamed Li said: "Gan Lao Divine Doctor saves the life and helps the wounded, and hangs the pot to help the world, and we will help the owner of the village to find the lifelong effort of Gan Lao Divine Doctor's "Rejuvenation Treasure Book" is also something that should be done." ”

The owner nodded gratefully.

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In the evening, the owner of Jizhuang and the beggars arrived in Kaifeng and stayed at the Qingsong Inn.

As soon as he finished dinner, a man named Huazi ran over, bowed to the two young men surnamed Wu and surnamed Li, and said in a low voice: "Brother Wu Xing, Brother Li Dali, Elder Yu's secret letter." After speaking, he looked around and secretly took out a letter from his sleeve and handed it to Wu Xing.

Wu Xing and Li Dali finished reading and smiled at each other.

Wu Xing said to the flower child: "You go back and tell Elder Yu that Brother Li and I will come to the Xinghua Camp in nine days." ”

Hanako bowed again and turned away.

Li Dali whispered to the owner of the village: "Master of the village, I have received reliable news that the three sons of the Demon Sect have arrived at the Xinghua Camp one after another in the past few days, preparing to participate in the Demon Gathering Conference in ten days. We plan to lay an ambush and wipe them out. ”

"The Demon Gathering Conference??The small gathering of demon cultists in the local area once every three months can also be attended by the Demon Sect Prince?, this is quite unusual!" said the owner of the village.

"Yes, after all, the Demon Sect in Henan is not very powerful. Wu Xing also wondered.

Li Dali said disapprovingly: "The two of you are too worried, but I think there is nothing strange about this matter." ”

"Why did Brother Li say this?" Wu Xing asked sideways.

"Haven't you two heard? Li Dali said softly.

"Heavenly Evil Order?" Wu Xing was taken aback, "Heavenly Evil Order of the Flying Heaven Gang!"

"It seems that the Martial Arts No. 1 Killer Organization has not issued a Heavenly Evil Order for a long time. Who is the target of the rare Heavenly Evil Order this time? Which sect can make the Flying Gang carry out the highest secret order so generously?" Li Dali asked.

The owner of Jizhuang frowned and said, "I'm afraid this time there will be another martial arts wave." ”

Wu Xing and Li nodded in agreement.

Not far from them, three diners were constantly looking at them.

One of the thinner young men looked at the owner of the farm and asked his companion, "What is the origin of that?"

"He is Taishan Beidou in the martial arts, and he is a first-class master today. A bearded man next to him exclaimed.

The thinner young man was very interested when he heard this, and hurriedly asked, "Oh? ”

Another person who was with them replied, "The owner of the Miaofeng Mountain Villa in the capital is Ji Cangyu. ”

"It turned out to be the famous 'Hidden Rain Sword'!" said the thinner youth.

"Exactly, but I don't know what he's doing here?" said the bearded interface.

"There must be something big going on here, there have been a lot of demon cultists here in the past two days. Said the thinner youth.

"It is rumored that this person is in trouble with the Demon Sect everywhere, and this time the Demon Sect is estimated to be unlucky. "Nonsense.

Their words didn't attract Ji Cangyu's attention, and he looked intently at the two diners at the next table, one large and one small.

An eleven or twelve-year-old boy said childishly: "Daddy, you can take me there, the child promises to be obedient!"

"Don't mess around, go home later. The father on the side refused sharply, and as he spoke, he took a piece of braised pork and put it in the child's bowl.

"Daddy......" the child pouted and said coquettishly.

"It's been chaos outside these days, you stay at home obediently, you want to go hunting with your father, and there will be more opportunities in the future. The father did not budge in the slightest, but his tone was not as stern as before, and he touched the child's head and persuaded him in a good voice.

"The boy knows. The boy frowned in disappointment.

"Eat it! The food is cold. The father said, adding a lot of food to the child's bowl.

Ji Cangyu looked at the father and son silently, his eyebrows couldn't help but show envy, and there was a deep sadness, he also wanted to put a piece of braised pork in the child's bowl with his own hands.

When Wu Xing and Li Dali saw this, they knew that he remembered his missing only son, so they could only shake their heads helplessly.

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At night, everything was silent.

Ji Cangyu stood in front of the window, looking at the distant starry sky and recalling the sad past.

Was this God's punishment for him, and why did all the misfortune befall his children!

His child Ji Cheng was born prematurely and was frail and sickly since he was a child, so Ji Cangyu taught him his unique internal skills since he was a child. When the child was just learning to speak, Ji Cangyu taught him to recite the mantra of internal strength, and miraculously, Ji Cheng, who was not yet ignorant, was able to comprehend the mental method, which made him feel very relieved. Gradually, the child's weakened body improved. Just when he was proud of his child's great talent in martial arts, a sudden accident happened. While playing in the wild, Xiao Jicheng accidentally fell from the hillside and broke both legs. Fortunately, his best friend, Dongling Divine Doctor Gan Zhiyuan, rejuvenated the child's legs and allowed him to walk normally, but because his kneecap was severely injured and partially shattered, the child would not be able to practice martial arts normally in the future. Ji Cangyu is already satisfied, and it is good that the child can grow up happily. However, Doctor Gan did not give up, and despite the hardships, he went east to Goryeo and Silla, and traveled west to Tibet and Tianzhu to find a cure for this stubborn disease. Finally, one day, Doctor Gan returned with a miraculous method, but there was no trace of Jicheng.

In the past nineteen years, when I think of that dark night, Ji Cangyu's heart has been painful. That day was Jicheng's third birthday. People are anxious about the theft of the "Rejuvenation Book" a few days ago, and they are simply celebrating his birthday. But at the dinner, Xiao Jicheng suddenly disappeared. Originally, everyone thought that he had always been naughty and hid in some corner to play peek-a-boo with everyone, but after most of the night, he still did not appear, and the whole villa was turned over and could not find him.

Like many young boys near Myomine Mountain, Xiao Jicheng suddenly disappeared. At that time, when the Demon Sect was rampantly grabbing boys to refine the "Five Yang True Qi Pill", Ji Cangyu never expected that they would dare to extend their claws to Xiao Jicheng!

Ji Cangyu deeply blamed himself for neglecting the child because of the treasure book. And Ji Cangyu's wife fell seriously ill because of this, and then heart disease finally took her young life. This is undoubtedly another huge blow to Ji Cangyu, who loves his wife like his life, if he is replaced by someone else, who can hold it?

This is the reason why Ji Cangyu has been an enemy of the Demon Sect everywhere for many years, and has killed it. How can the blood feud of his wife and children not be avenged?

Thinking of this, Ji Cangyu was so sad that he drank the liquor in the cup in one gulp.

The night wind blew Ji Cangyu's long hair and blew down his tears. He stared at the brightest star in the distant starry sky, and called out sadly: "Bi'er, is our Cheng'er still alive? He's still alive, isn't he? Where is he? Bi'er, you have a spirit in the sky, you must help me find him!"

No one could have imagined that Taishan Beidou Ji Cangyu of Wulin would cry desperately in front of the window in the middle of the night. This is the deepest call from the heart of a grieving father. Over the years, he has been unable to find any news of the child, and he knows how little hope the child's survival is. Now he can only pin his last hope on the spirit of his dead wife. Even if it is self-deception, this is the only belief he has to live.