On the shores of West Lake.

The thunder was followed by a light rain.

The willow branches on the lakeside of the wind are swaying, the rain is getting thicker and thicker, and the thin rain seems to be telling the rainy season in the south of the Yangtze River.

This is the place with the most stories and the most legendary in Lin'an City.

A white, elegant-looking man sits on a small building adjacent to the West Lake, with a good view and a view of the West Lake.

He had been sitting for a long time, and he had not moved, as if he had condensed into a statue.

At this time, he suddenly stretched out his hand to flick a little dust on the gray robe, looked at the lake and said: "Looking from here, you can see the broken bridge, and the lonely mountain road will be broken here and there is no way to go, so it is called the broken bridge......"

He didn't care if the people sitting behind him understood what he wanted to say, but continued to say to himself: "This bridge is divided into yin and yang, if it is in the middle of winter, the sunny side of the bridge is irradiated by the sun, the ice and snow melt, and the shade side does not see the sun, and the residual snow does not melt for a long time......

He speaks in a very chic tone, neither slow nor fast, and there is a clear separation between the words, which is always clear to people, which is his habit.

He was also used to sitting by the window of the small building, and if it was sunny, the sun could shine directly in and shine on his face, and he liked the feeling of being exposed to the sun.

"It's a pity that it's the season of smoke and rain, and you can't see the other scenery of the broken bridge and the remnants of snow!"

Next to the man stood a woman dressed in tight black, although her facial features on her fair face were outstanding, there was no expression at all, only a trace of disgust flashed in her eyes from time to time.

The woman's figure is very good, it can be described as bumpy and convex, and it is this kind of figure that provokes the "distinguished guest" sitting in the back to have no heart to listen to the man's "chattering" about the origin of the "broken bridge and remnant snow".

The "distinguished guest" was born much rougher, the full beard was like a series of earthworms that had passed through countless winding earthworms entrenched together, and his figure was also extremely burly, although he was wearing a gorgeous brocade robe, but the man did not need to look back seriously, and he knew that this "distinguished guest" was not a person from the Great Song Dynasty.

The eyes of the "distinguished guest" kept staring at the woman beside the man, as if there were two fires burning, it was this kind of look that made the woman extremely uncomfortable, if it wasn't for the person invited by the host, she would probably have already started.

After saying the allusion, a smile appeared on the corner of the man's mouth and said, "It seems that the distinguished guest still doesn't know what he is wrong!"

"If it weren't for the old Bodhisattva's confession, I would have gouged out your lustful eyes now, taken off your gall that can envelop the heavens, and see if I could get back all the things I lost!" Although the man's tone of voice was calm and normal, no one dared not believe that he would do what he said.

Although the "distinguished guest" has always been bold by virtue of his special identity, he suddenly saw the real killing machine in the man's body.

"You want to kill...... Me?" he said in very rusty Chinese.

The man got up slowly, shook the loose robe on his body, and turned to face the "distinguished guest", the corners of his mouth curved into the arc of a knife.

"Of course I want to kill you, because of your cowardice, there is a rift in your original elaborate plan, do you know what the loss of that letter and token means to us?"

The "distinguished guest" frowned, he wanted to express his unwillingness to show weakness at the moment and immediately stood up, because before coming to Lin'an, he had always despised the "weak nation" of the Song Dynasty, so he never put these things together

People put it in their eyes, even if many of the goals he wants to achieve need the cooperation of these "weak" people.

However, as soon as his butt left the chair and sat back again, he could only sit there obediently, listening to the man's "provocation" and "complaining", after all, it was his own greed for pleasure and ruined the big thing, not to mention that now he is alone, if the man is really angry, I am afraid that his hand will fall with a knife, and his head will fall to the ground first.

He has a character, but he can still see the situation, this is not his hometown, and he also knows that the small building he is in is not as calm as it seems on the surface.

Because there is a name here, it is called "Centennial Pavilion".

Many people in Lin'an City have heard this name, but few people know where the Hundred Years Old Pavilion is, what kind of people are inside, they only know that this place has trained a lot of killers, they are hidden in the night of Lin'an, never see the sun, but as long as they shoot, there is no one who cannot be killed, there is nothing that cannot be done.

The Centennial Pavilion is very mysterious, and it usually has nothing to do with the government and the common people, so when it comes to this mysterious organization, ordinary people know very little.

The real master here has only one nickname, called "Old Bodhisattva", almost no one knows where this person is, and what kind of identity he is, below the Bodhisattva, there are twelve rakshasas, and they are also the most powerful killer power in the Hundred Years Old Pavilion.

It's just that no one would have thought that the general altar of this organization, which had survived in the dark, was actually on the edge of the West Lake, one of the prosperous scenery of Lin'an, and they were not like bats that lay dormant at night, they often stood in the sun, looked at the West Lake, and bathed in time.

And the man in front of the "honored guest" is the first of the twelve rakshasas other than the bodhisattva, named Night Ember, who means to burn the night to ashes.

The woman standing beside him was naturally among the twelve rakshasas, named White Frost.

When Ember said the big mistake made by the "distinguished guest" word by word, Bai Shuang held the two strange-shaped short knives hidden behind her, as long as the eldest brother said a word, she could make this "noble guest" never speak.

Nightash felt the murderous aura on White Frost, he turned around and smiled at her, the anger on his white face melting, as if he had turned back into a gentle and elegant scholar.

"White Frost, can the people sent out have a return?"

Bai Shuang nodded and said, "I'll let them catch all those who went to investigate, leaving no one alive......"

Nightash couldn't help frowning, as if she had thought of something.

"Big brother......" Bai Shuang could see the worry in his heart and shouted.

Night Ember leaned down, put his face close enough in front of the "distinguished guest", and said slowly: "Honored guest, you have come from afar, why do you want a woman to go to a place like Tianxianglou, everything is in my Centennial Pavilion, just to avoid trouble, for the time being, you can't leave here one more step, until it's time for you to come forward......"

Although the "distinguished guest" spoke jerky, he could understand it, this was to put him under house arrest in the Centennial Pavilion, and a trace of anger flashed on his face, his original identity was also extremely noble, how could he be so angry?

But he soon suppressed this emotion, because his situation until this moment, if it wasn't for the more important things that had to be brought forward, I was afraid that the two people in front of him might kill him at any time.

Ember ordered the "distinguished guests" to be taken out, and everything was to be entertained in the "best way."

Only White Frost and Night Ember were left in front of the small building, and White Frost asked a little puzzled: "Big brother, this person can even lose the token, what is the use of us leaving him?"

Ember held her hands behind her back and looked at the vastness

The sky, the gaze became gloomy.

"The old Bodhisattva said that no matter what, he must save this person's life, and he is still of great use......"

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Nancheng Riverside.

The rain was dense like an overwhelming net, and there were no gaps in sight when it came down, and the rumbling thunder lingered around the gloomy sky.

The swordsmen in official uniforms were still standing in the rain, because of Qin Xi's sudden arrival, they stopped the swords in their hands and did not move, but this did not mean that they had already intended to give up completely.

The raindrops fell on them, and soon their clothes were soaked, but they did not move, not even wipe the rain from their faces with their hands.

The rain was not very heavy, but it was very fine.

The air began to condense, and there was an icy aura gathering in the eyes, which could run towards each other at any moment.

Qin Xi probably saw the strangeness of the atmosphere from Luo Bei and Ye Zhiqiu and even Ruan Hongyu, she turned around, and didn't have time to take into account the look of surprise in Luo Bei's eyes, facing those sharp-eyed swordsmen.

Luo Bei has not come out of the fact that Qin Xi is actually a daughter until now, she was dressed in a brocade robe when they met on the streets of Zhu Xianzhen, whether it was from her speech and demeanor or anything else, she was obviously a teenager with a somewhat arrogant personality, but now, she untied the hairpin that tied her hair, and her head was full of green silk sprinkled like a waterfall, and she suddenly became a beautiful girl.

He thought back to Qin Xi's sunny smile, as well as the life experience and sorrow told in the sea of clouds in Jun Shan, although they were two completely different hers, but they were not as surprised as the sudden transition between men and women at this moment.

Hurriedly acquaintance, and hurried parting, until they met and met again, what kind of feelings was this? friendship or something else? Luo Bei felt that his heart was already blurred.

The figures of more than twenty people turned into pitch-black shadows in the rain, and at this time, a figure moved in the crowd.

"Lord Shepherd replied, this matter is imperative, and we need to be neat with our hands and feet!"

The person at the head frowned slightly, pondered for a moment and asked, "Didn't the person who went back see the pavilion master?"

The man nodded and said, "Pavilion Master, he seems to be ...... I'm meeting someone with a special identity with Lord White Frost...... You also know that the brothers are all ...... in front of Lord Shepherd."

The leader couldn't help but shake his head, he naturally knew what kind of character Mu Sha was, among the twelve rakshasas in the Hundred Years Pavilion and Night Ember was the pavilion master, ranking first among the twelve.

The eleven people under him, Mu Sha, Bai Shuang, Feng, Zhi Xin, Mo Ke, Lian Wu Injury, Dao Shuyi, Guan Zhongqi, You Ji, Jian Xin, and Ying Tang all have different temperaments, according to the differences between these people, they are in charge of the nine branches of the Hundred Years Pavilion respectively, and Bai Shuang and Jian Xin are often around the pavilion master, among them, only this Mu Sha has a strange personality and kills, so the Shura Hall under him is also the most terrifying.

The leader finally made up his mind, although they were not affiliated with the Shura Hall of Mu Sha, he also knew that it would not be a good thing to let these people keep the secrets of the pavilion at this moment, so he raised his eyes and looked at the girl on the bow of the boat.

"I hope that if you do something like this today, you won't have any troubles......"

After that, he didn't hesitate any longer, and pulled the long sword out of the scabbard, and the sword light was like water.

Ye Zhiqiu saw that the person opposite had already drawn his sword, knowing that there would be a big battle soon, the originally somewhat loose expression in his eyes suddenly plumped, he raised his head and let the rain sprinkle on his face.

Soon, his hand grasped the hilt of the sword as well.

At the same time as the sword rises, it seems that countless raindrops are also raised.

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