There are many things in the world that are like this, and some things that shouldn't have happened happened just happened.

A very wide carriage ran on the muddy road, and the canopy dangled well without jolting.

There was a thud, and the carriage was slammed into a large puddle in the middle of the road, and a low cry came from the middle of the road.

The coachman wearing a hat didn't look back and said, "It's rugged and difficult to travel on a rainy day, Miss try to be patient, and it will be more comfortable to get to Murong Villa." ”

Although the coachman was dressed in soapcloth clothes, he had a delicate face, an extraordinary look, and an outstanding temperament, but he was a long wind on the Siqing Road of Dali Temple.

The road is long and the wind is driving the carriage, who dares to believe it? And who dares to sit?

But that's what happened.

The person in the car opened the curtain, his face was beautiful, and his eyes were like sapphires, but it was Hu Miji who patted her towering chest and said, "Brother Lu, it doesn't matter, I'm fine." ”

Blue eyes, in this rainy and muddy weather, are like a gentle and brilliant light.

Lu Changfeng nodded lightly at her, turned back again, and continued to drive the carriage.

The ground has gradually leveled out, the pavement has been paved with neat and large blocks of blue stones, and the rattan on both sides has gradually turned into a green bamboo forest.

Lu Changfeng said lightly: "Murong Villa is in front, the holy land that everyone admires in the rivers and lakes, but this time it is about to arrive." ”

Hu Miji stretched in the carriage and said, "I'm tired, the road servant shoots, can you help me in......"

Lu Changfeng didn't say anything, smiled slightly, held Hu Miji's delicate and delicate twing, and couldn't help but move in his heart, but there was no deviance in his hand, helping Hu Miji and entering the village.

There are not too many people in the rivers and lakes who dare to call mountain villas, and there are very few famous mountain villas.

The famous Jiangnan family has "Nangong Villa", "Murong Villa" outside Gusu City, and "Flying Fish Pond" by the Wuhu River, the most famous of which is Murong Villa.

The owner Murong Ya is three years old in Chinese New Year's Eve, and practicing swords at the age of three is also a lifelong sword practice, taking the sword as a husband, not taking half a step out of the villa, but no one dares to provoke.

A mouthful of "love sword" in the palm of his hand, I don't know how much he has taken away the life that challenges Murong Villa.

Murong Villa had never asked about the affairs of the rivers and lakes before, but in Murong Ya's hands, the rules were broken. She had traveled thousands of miles on horseback under the scorching sun for three days, and then sailed for two days before arriving at a strange city. Then she changed her clothes and bathed in the best hotel in the city, and fasted for three days, just to kill another stranger whom she had never met before.

Looking at Murong Ya, Weng Dahu didn't believe that there would be such a person in the world who would do such a thing. rushed from the picturesque water town in the south of the Yangtze River to Mobei to settle accounts for a person with a good reputation.

Murong Ya's pink clothes were like flowers and buds, quietly waiting for Weng Dahu and his dead soldiers, because she had already delivered the letter to kill him three days ago.

Everyone in the rivers and lakes knows that after crossing the Yellow River, they will worship Weng Dahu's wharf, Weng Dahu does not nod ordinary people, it is life and death, and his shark flying camel knife is really fast as lightning, otherwise "Gusu Ziyan" Yan Ling would not have died under his knife!

Murong Ya looked for Weng Dahu, and it was for "Gusu Ziyan", Yan Ling was quite famous, and his martial arts were also excellent, but he forgot to worship the dock and died in Mobei.

How could Weng Dahu put a woman in his eyes, his eight dead soldiers don't know how many people were injured and how many crises were resolved, Weng Dahu also absolutely believed in their strength, their knives, and the eight of them.

Yan Ling's martial arts were also quite not weak, and he died under the lightning and eight swords of his eight dead soldiers.

It's a pity that this time the lightning eight swords and Weng Dahu were not so lucky, and Murong Ya didn't even pull out the sword on his back.

A pink shadow shuttled across the horizon like a flying moon, there was no blood flying, and there was no scream, and when Murong Ya's lonely hand was caged in his sleeve again, Weng Dahu fell in despair.

Murong Ya only used one finger to take the lives of Weng Dahu and eight close dead soldiers who had been crisscrossing Mobei for more than ten years.

When the yellow sand was blown up by the harsh west wind again, Murong Ya had already disappeared into the west wind......

Therefore, for the first time on the rivers and lakes, Murong Ya had the name "Famous Sword Murong".

Lu Changfeng somehow came to Murong Villa at this moment.

The twilight is vast, the south of the Yangtze River is misty and rainy, the mountain villa is built according to the mountain, step by step, the bamboo gate at the foot of the mountain is green and magnificent.

The fence made of bamboo in the mountain is quiet and chic.

Two days later, the foot of the mountain was full of people, and the bamboo gate was always open, but no one dared to enter.

The first person was actually the leader of the Purple Whale Gang in the East China Sea, with a red face and black hair, although a pair of eyes had been soaked in the sea for a long time and glowed with red light, but they were edged and mighty, dressed in purple clothes, wearing a purple and gold knife with fish scales on his waist, and his powerful and abnormal aura was also full.

There were more than 100 people behind him, some of them with pockets on their backs, holding bamboo sticks, and their clothes were ragged, apparently beggar disciples.

Some are dressed in blue shirts, dressed in ordinary clothes, with bulging pockets around their waists, and holding fire guns in their hands, but they are thunderbolts.

Although the gate was open, there was a knock on the door when going up the mountain, and no one answered for a long time, and one of them said impatiently: "Hai Gang Master, we have found the carriage, it is next to it, it seems that Lu Changfeng and Hu Miji are in the village." Shall we go in?"

Haitian squinted at him, although he wanted to die, he couldn't help but not know whether he was alive or dead. The prestige of Murong Villa is not something that can be fooled by a large number of people, and he shook his head and said: "It's not proper, many of us are afraid that we are not Murong Ya's opponents alone." ”

A beggar beside him helped the disciple and said: "Boss Hai, you are also cowardly, there are more than 100 of us, all of whom are good at the rivers and lakes, what the hell is Murong Ya afraid of a woman?"

Haitian glared at him: "How many people did Changfeng kill on Luoyang Donghu Road?Have you ever beaten him?Is he far worse than Murong Ya?"

The beggar disciple was speechless for a while, and then he did not speak.

Haitian immediately ordered someone to charter all the inns outside Gusu City, rest for a while, and don't make a mess.

Some of the higher martial arts players gathered at the door, and they had the intention to challenge Murong Ya.

In the villa, Murong Ya tasted bamboo tea leisurely in the exquisite tea workshop and the road Changfeng.

The elegance of this tea shop is just like the natural beauty, if you add fat powder, it will stain the color.

Lu Changfeng sat here, only feeling indescribably comfortable, he had never been to such a comfortable house in his life, and he couldn't help but sigh secretly in his heart.

In any case, Murong Ya is really a good person, with a sword in his hand, he is not afraid of any master in the world.

Fifteen years ago, Changfeng on Tianshan Road witnessed Murong Yade's swordsmanship for the first time, and Tie Mole described it as unsurpassed in ten years.

At that time, Murong Ya was still at the age of double eight, and his martial arts and swordsmanship had not yet been completed.

One year, Murong Yabai was unstoppable, and when he asked to see the red line girl, he was met by Lu Changfeng.

The two can be regarded as old acquaintances, the first time they met, Lu Changfeng can be regarded as a teenager, and the second time they are already a gentleman.

Listen to the waves and bamboos at night, and the dark fragrance is quiet.

At this moment, there was a shout from the sky at the foot of the mountain: "Lu Changfeng, the brothers of the Beggar Gang, the Shenquan Sect, the Xianxia Sect, the Kongtong Sect, and the Giant Whale Gang, have been waiting for a long time!"

When everyone heard this, they knew that Haitian's self-held identity was to make it clear to Lu Changfeng, thinking that there was probably a fierce battle this time, they couldn't help but feel a tightening in their hearts, and their hands tightly grasped the blades.

I don't know that there is no movement in the village, and no one answers, and the face of the sea is a little unbearable, and it can't be presumptuous. After waiting for a few more hours, Haitian became more and more impatient, and shouted again: "Lu Changfeng, although you killed many of our brothers in East Lake a few days ago, but in the final analysis, it is the woman next to you, that woman has a lot to do with the Demon Sect leader Tuoba Linglong, as long as you hand over the woman, and then give a good gift to the family of the deceased, we will reveal this Liangzi, how about it?"

He knew that Murong Ya was very powerful, of course he would not call for battle in the sea of blood, why bother to come all the way to provoke the plague god, and live like a palace on the sea, not for the sake of fame, why should he lick the blood with a knife.

Although Lu Changfeng's martial arts are powerful, how far away is Murong Ya's difference? With so many people, everyone always has a chance to win.

As long as Murong Ya doesn't make a move and doesn't make an enemy of the rivers and lakes, if Lu Changfeng agrees to the conditions and avoids this bloody battle, it would be better.

Zhuang Nei was still silent for a long time, Haitian waited for a long time, saw that Lu Changfeng still did not answer, his heart was angry, and he raised his voice: "Lu Changfeng, although you are in the public gate, you are acting openly and brightly according to the chivalry of the rivers and lakes, I respect you as a good man, give you this face, do you really want to meet each other?"

But a woman's voice came from the village: "You are not in the East China Sea, but you came to the south of the Yangtze River to spread wilderness, do you want me to kill you all?"

The sound of this sentence is crisp and soft, but with the internal force, the sound in mid-air is like a dragon's groan, and the echo in the ears of the heroes does not disperse for a long time, and everyone is shocked when they see Murong Ya's internal strength.

A person beside Haitian shouted: "Could it be that Murong Zhuang is mainly going to kill all of us? Lu Changfeng, no matter how high your martial arts are, can you defeat many of our heroes?"

Everyone was shocked by Murong Villa, but when they heard this person's words, they were bold and coarse, and the crowd was excited, and the bold ones even wanted to break through.

saw a woman in pink floating down in mid-air, her posture was beautiful and abnormal, and her light skills were even more unmatched, she actually came on the bamboo waves, and the group was dumbfounded.

Murong Ya's beauty is unimaginable.

Many people often use "starry eyes and bright teeth" to describe a woman's beautiful eyes, but how can Starlight compare to the brightness and brilliance of her eyes?

Many people often use "Spring Mountain" to describe the eyebrows of beautiful women, but even the hazy Spring Mountain is not as graceful as her eyebrows.

Her voice was beautiful and moving, and now that I have seen her face, and heard her soft voice again, Qunhao is even more intoxicating.

How do you know that the beggar next to him is not as good as Fengyue, and he is even more worthy of the rivers and lakes, so he roared boldly and waved his knife straight up.

Although his martial arts can't be compared with the first-class masters in the martial arts, but the beggars don't fight every moment of the day, and the words "experienced in a hundred battles" are well deserved.

Because he knew that he was going to fight Murong Ya, it was still far away, and if this knife could not be successful, it would be useless to fight again.

He has been determined to defend the past reputation and status of the beggars.

The beggars, who lick blood all year round on the head of the knife, no matter what they do, like to end up simply and happily, and they will die if they want to die, and they will never drag the mud and water.

is cut out with this knife, which has a terrifying power, and it doesn't matter if you live or die.

Even Haitian thinks that this knife is very good, although this knife is not powerful, but the bravery is enough to crown people.

It's just that the opponent this time is not a street fighter, let alone a person who is afraid of death.

Murong Ya waved his hand, but this person didn't even hum, and fainted when he hit the pillar next to him, and Qunhao didn't even see Murong Ya make a move.

Qunhao was taken aback, only to see Murong Ya's long sleeves suddenly fly, like a cloud out of Xiu, flying and moving, in a blink of an eye, it has changed seven or eight postures, and everyone who was crowded in front of Qunhao to speak presumptuously suddenly received a "snap" on their faces, and every face was suddenly swollen.

Murong Ya said, "It's my business whether you want to kill people or not, do you want me to kill you all?"

Only then did Qunhao understand that if Murong Ya wanted to take their lives, it would be easier than taking out the silver in his pocket, and the sea sky was full of cold sweat, and his red face was swollen into the color of pig liver.

Murong Ya looked at him and said, "Now, do you still want to do it with me?"

Haitian sighed and said, "Don't dare." ”

But he heard a few "ooh" sounds, and Lu Changfeng laughed and walked out: "I have heard the martial arts of the Purple Whale in the East China Sea for a long time, although I usually don't see anything wonderful, but I heard that the stronger the opponent I meet, the more powerful I can exert, I can't have any regrets in my life, let me come to teach the sword technique of the leader of the sea gang!"

Lu Changfeng took Hu Miji by the hand and looked at everyone: "If the Sea Gang Master doesn't give advice, I'll leave."

Everyone was shocked by his momentum of looking at the world, and they were shocked that Murong Ya's skills did not dare to step forward and call for battle.

Although there were thirty or forty people crowded outside the village gate, everyone was sweating with their palms, their hearts were tight, and seeing that the road was getting closer and closer, many people had held down their blades, but their hands were trembling, and their feet were even more immobile.

There were a lot of people standing outside the village, blocking the road, Lu Changfeng glanced at it, and said coldly: "Get out of the way!"

The people standing at the front couldn't help but shudder and took half a step back, but the people behind didn't move. Lu Changfeng looked at it coldly, and the heroes were in cold sweat on their backs, but no one retreated, and no one made a move.

Lu Changfeng turned to Murong Ya and hugged his fist, thank you Murong Zhuang for your hospitality last night, I am very grateful, one day the owner of the village will be free, but please talk about Dali Temple, and someone on the road will leave.

Murong Ya returned the salute, turned around and floated away.

The heroes all breathed a long sigh of relief, and even Haitian secretly wiped the cold sweat on his forehead.

Lu Changfeng pulled Hu Miji and strode forward. At this time, no one dared to plunder its edge, and they all gave way, watching the two get into the carriage.

Seeing Lu Changfeng walking away, Haitian felt embarrassed, gritted his teeth and said: "What if you let you be rampant for a while? The deaths and injuries of so many brothers will always make you pay for your blood debts!"

Yuan Changshi, the head of the Divine Fist, said: "Why did the Sea Gang Master say this?"

Haitian sneered: "I have invited the Sword Saint Li to come, as long as he arrives, he will not be able to escape justice." ”

Yuan Changshi asked in surprise: "It is rumored that this person is a Green Forest Sword Saint, no one buys his account, how can the Sea Gang Master invite him?"

Haitian looked at the undulating bamboo forest, and sneered: "No one buys anyone's account? ”

Yuan Changshi gasped, and then said with a smile: "It turns out that the Green Forest Sword Saint also wants to drink water when he arrives in the sea!"

Liu Biao, a leader of Heifeng Village who was armed with a double hammer, heard the right answer, and when he saw that the two of them were full of confidence, he couldn't help but wonder: "Who is Li Wuning? Why have I never heard of him?"

Haitian rolled his eyes and looked at him, there are still such closed people in his heart, and it is not good for others to help him, and he has changed the help of the purple whale, and he has already cut it down with a knife.

Hai Haitian took a breath, suppressed his anger, and said slowly, Li Wuning debuted fourteen years ago, the swordsmanship is spicy, the sword is ruthless, and the shot is weird, at that time, it was really killing all over the world, one will help the Tang army kill the rebels, and the other will help the rebels kill the Tang army, which is unpredictable.

Its swordsmanship seems to have been taught by the dragon and tiger swordsmanship of Zhongnan Mountain, the sword body is narrow and long, and many people say that he studied from Fusang swordsmanship, and there are very few living mouths under the sword, there was the name of "blood sword" back then, and the blood on the sword has never been dry, but how can the dragon and tiger swordsmanship be so high?

The momentum is also to catch up with the world's number one hero Tiemoller, and the two can meet only one year apart. It's just that for some reason, after the battle of Tianshan, Timol died in battle, and Li Ning disappeared mysteriously.

Six years ago, the imperial court presided over a martial arts conference, and selected talents for the imperial court. He showed his side, and then traveled all over Kyushu Cottage Water City, as long as it was a famous person in the underworld, he would meet it.

Three years ago, Li Wuning was already revered as a sword saint in the underworld, but the killing machine is not as heavy as before, and when you think you are older, you must always have some compassion.

It is said that he lost half a move under one person, and he was not killed indiscriminately, but no one knows the truth.

Some of the people know the martial arts, and those who don't know hear the sea and the sky say this, they all look at each other, and they don't know that there are all kinds of wonderful stories here.

It's not a problem to gather on the side of the mountain like this, and Haitian took the group back to Bao's mansion to make some adjustments.

Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, outside Hanshan Temple was originally the Gusu River, and the murmuring of the river is not urgent.

The water is clear at the bottom, and a few big silver carp occasionally row happily, which can be regarded as the land of fish and rice.

The most famous temple in Gusu is Hanshan Temple, the open space square outside Hanshan Temple, today is really lively.

The Giant Whale Gang, the Xianxia Sect and many other sects, a total of nearly 100 good players, gathered outside the city to greet Li Wuning, the leader of the beggar gang Haitian, and the deputy leader of Xianxia Zhuo Ziheng were among them.

Hearing the sound of horses' hooves, Li Wuning rode a brown and red horse, with a long sword hanging from his waist, and came with his head held high. Dressed in a red robe, lying silkworm phoenix eyes, and his face is like a heavy jujube, but like that Guan Yunchang, he is also majestic.

Everyone clasped their fists and saluted together, but they didn't seem to see it, but they just rushed to the sky on the sea, Zhuo Ziheng nodded slightly, got off the horse, ignored everyone, and walked straight to Yuan Changshi, the head of the Divine Fist Sect.

Yuan Changshi looked like a big thorn when he saw it, and no one ignored it, because he was unhappy in his heart.

Seeing him come over at this moment, I couldn't help but be overjoyed: "Could it be that my Divine Fist Sect has slowly developed very well in the past few years, and even Li Wuning has heard of it, so he came to visit me?"

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but dry my mouth, and my legs trembled a little.

I didn't know that I would rather see him dressed in coarse cloth clothes, and I could see from my body that he was not a master, so I just thought he was a miscellaneous servant, and said casually: "You lead my horse to the horse stake and tie it up, and add some forage." ”

Yuan Changshi was full of smiles, and when he heard this, he froze and was embarrassed, thinking that although his Shenquan Gang did not have many disciples, it was the leader of a gang, and he did not bully the good reputation, so he froze.

Seeing that he was motionless, Li Wuning frowned and glanced at him.

Yuan Changshi was used to being commanding on weekdays, but when he saw that he would rather regard himself as a slave to command, he was indignant in his heart, and couldn't help but be furious: "You are an uncle, what are you?"

Li Wuning raised his eyebrows, stared at him and said, "Do you say this to me?"

Yuan Changshi protested: "Lao Tzu is the head of the Divine Fist Sect, why is he not worthy? You bastard, what's so great about his grandmother? You dare to ......?"

Before he finished speaking, he only heard a crisp sound of "pop", and Yuan Changshi had already received a heavy slap on his face, and the corners of his mouth were bleeding and foaming at the mouth.

After the fight, Li Wuning was fine, standing aside with his hands and looking at the sky coldly.

If this had been changed ten years ago, Yuan Changshi's head would have been filled with wine in ten of them.

Yuan Changshi is used to shouting and screaming on weekdays, and after suffering such a loss, a stream of blood rushed straight to his head, and he suddenly forgot that he was in the rivers and lakes, and his blood surged up and gritted his teeth and shook his fist.

He is the head of the god boxing door, and he naturally has a lot of research in boxing, and he has lived for more than 40 years and has been immersed in boxing for more than 30 years.

The beggars and others are just returning the favors, and they will continue to go wherever they go in the future.

Everyone here licks blood with knives on weekdays, and they have long been dissatisfied with the arrogance of Li Wuning, not to give face to the sea, and it has long been dispersed.

At this moment, seeing Yuan Changshi's punch, the cheers of these people rang out, only Zhuo Ziheng's expression changed greatly, and said, "Master Yuan, don't!"

Yuan Changshi's punch was like a tiger, and before the fist arrived, the fist wind had already shaken so much that the big red robe floated backwards, but somehow this divine fist did not hit, and then his chest was torn like pain, and his whole body shook violently, and the whole person flew backwards.

When Qunhao saw this scene, he was stunned, he should have fallen down, but he didn't move his shoulders and shook his hands, so he hurt Yuan Changshi.

Zhuo Ziheng jumped over with an arrow, stepped forward quickly, took out the gold sore medicine from his arms, and untied Yuan Changshi's shirt, only to see that there were nine small blood holes between Yuan Changshi's chest and abdomen, and the blood flowed like an infusion.

Li Wuning just sneered on the sidelines.

Seeing such a strange scene, everyone present looked at each other and was shocked.

Li Wuning said coldly: "You are disrespectful to me, and you shot first, you should have died, but I promised a friend that if it is not a great evil, I will never take people's lives, so I spare you from death." Then he turned and walked towards the building, without looking back.

Zhuo Ziheng was relieved to see that Yuan Changshi's wounds were really not critical, but he saw that he was clenching his teeth, but the pain was unbearable, and beads of sweat the size of soybeans dripped down his forehead.

Knowing that capital sins are forgiven, living sins are inevitable, and it is certain to suffer some hardships.

Li Wuning walked a few steps and raised his voice: "Lead my horse over, you must be led by someone from the Divine Fist Gate!" These words were filled with internal strength, and everyone's ears were "buzzing" with every word, and people were already far away.

Although the Divine Fist Gate showed an angry look, it was really difficult to attack when he thought of his little skill, so he walked out honestly and led the horse.

Although the rest of the people were also dissatisfied with Li Wuning's arrogance and domineering, seeing that his martial arts were so strong, they were afraid that he was not under Murong Ya, but only above Lu Changfeng, and they couldn't help but feel a little excited.

At that moment, someone smiled at Zhuo Ziheng and said: "Zhuo Gang Master really makes friends all over the world, and he can invite such a hard hand, I admire it!" Zhuo Ziheng smiled slightly, just lowered his head and smeared Jinchuang medicine on Yuan Changshi's wound, and the blood massage was noncommittal to others.