(Technical adjustments, two more presents!)

In the inner village, the courtyard is old, and the trees are growing very luxuriantly. During the day, the place must be extremely shady, but at night, it takes on an eerie tone. Between the trees, I don't know when a lantern was hung, white skin and red candles, shining a faint light, reflecting an ambiguous red color in all directions, which can make people think of a painting boat floating on the river.

There are piano sounds, there are also singing, and the atmosphere is full of temptation.

In the back garden, the traces of the damage caused by the fierce fighting are still clearly visible, and they have not been repaired. On one side of the small lake, the lake is rippling, and a large piece of turquoise lotus grows in the water, and there are buds that are ready to bloom. That night, when the wind blew, the fragrance of flowers wafted.

In the small pavilion by the lake, in the pavilion, a graceful figure can be faintly seen, stroking the piano at the desk.

The fog rose on the surface of the lake, not too thick, light as a veil, but it just obscured the woman's face, and it was impossible to see it from a little distance.

The white mist, lanterns, beauties, guqin, coupled with the pouring singing, the whole artistic conception is resentful and ethereal.

On the courtyard wall in the southeast direction, a human head suddenly poked out quietly.

It was a man in black, dressed in a power suit, covering his face, revealing a pair of eyes as sharp as eagles. He was crouching against the wall like an ape, his eyes open, and he was looking greedily at the pavilion in the lake. It's a pity that the fog is hidden, and it is not clear to see.

It was a feeling that made him want to jump over the wall and rush to the lake to see the woman. It's just that the reason in his heart allows him to stay awake, hold on, and not act rashly.

He is an old Jianghu, and for decades, he has made a lot of fame in the martial arts. Whenever the "Old Monster of White Horse Lake" is mentioned, everyone in the rivers and lakes knows it. As a one-legged thief who is accustomed to being alone, he has always only haunted at night, and is dressed in black, with a black scarf covering his face, so that his true face is rarely recognized.

This time, I came thousands of miles and arrived in Panzhou, mainly attracted by the rumors of strange treasures. It was a treasure that involved the extreme martial arts, and it was a treasure that could be obtained to see the way of immortality......

The rumors are exaggerated, and it is impossible to tell whether they are true or false. But the rumors themselves are full of appeal. A group of people in the rivers and lakes, all who have some skills and means, are like sharks that have smelled blood, swarming here.

As an old Jianghu, of course, he has experience and a keen sense of smell. In fact, many people have noticed that this matter is not ordinary, and there is a smell of conspiracy and trapping.

But they still came.

I visited Hujiazhuang at night tonight, but because of a clue that suddenly came out, I arrived here and found it strange.

The sound of the piano is pounding, and the singing is beautiful, which is unusual. The old monster of White Horse Lake originally just wanted to listen for a while, observe, and then wait for the opportunity to move, but after listening and listening, he found that he had become a horse stuck in the quagmire, and something was wrong, and he couldn't get out of it.

A cold sweat broke out all at once.

So, is the sound of the piano weird, or is the song bewitching?

His mind raced to see if there was a solution.

At this moment, the sound of horses' hooves sounded, and it fell like a gust of wind.

Nine healthy horses rushed into the back garden.

Immediately men, each with weapons in their hands, knives and guns, and soft whips. They were dressed in different costumes and had a fierce breath, and they were sprinting with all sorts of whistles and shouts from their mouths. One after another, a strange echo tone is faintly formed, which is just used to impact the sound of the piano and singing from the pavilion, which becomes the meaning of resistance.

"Black Wind Forest Bandits!"

The old monster of White Horse Lake almost cried out, and his heart was full of surprise.

Black Wind Forest Bandits, as soon as you hear such a name, you know that it is definitely not a good type. In fact, they are indeed a notorious team of ringing horses, robbing homes and houses, and doing all kinds of evil. Of course, the monster itself is not much better, the difference is just the difference between a group of people and a person.

There are heroes in the rivers and lakes, but more are thieves. The so-called underworld and white way are by no means clear in nature. Chivalry is always stained with blood, while gentlemen are often hypocritical. What can be praised is probably only the word "morality".

The old monster of White Horse Lake has always looked down on these bandits, feeling that they just rely on the strength of the crowd to gain a foothold in the rivers and lakes, and their actions are also despicable, not only bullying women, but sometimes even letting go of children. In contrast, he was much more principled as a lone thief.

However, at this juncture, the old monster was full of joy at the arrival of the bandits, and if he saw the savior, he hoped that the other party would rush and save him from this damned situation.

"Ho-ho!"

"Huh!"

The shouts of the bandits are unique, like some kind of cultivated ventriloquism, and like a signal of tacit understanding. They rode on horseback, formed a formation, and rushed towards the woman in the pavilion. Obviously, he realized the weirdness of it, and wanted to interrupt the other party's playing and singing.

"Wow!"

With a plucking of the strings, it was like a silver bottle bursting, and the meaning of the soldier suddenly appeared. The whole rhythm is the same.

The old monster on the wall listened to it, and suddenly his heart trembled, and his whole body trembled, his hands and feet were a little weak, and he almost fell off the wall. Looking at the past again, I saw that the bandits were still rushing rapidly, but the direction was a little strange, and they were running towards the lake in a daze.

Poof!

The horses neighed, the voices of the people screamed, and the fastest rider fell into the lake with the men and horses, stirring up a great splash. Then came the second ride, the third ride......

When the old monster saw it, he couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart. Of course, he knew that it was not the bandits who had become headless flies, but who had become dizzy, or that the horses had gone blind and run into the lake. There is no doubt that the root of the truth lies in the sound of the piano, and the bandits rushed closer, and they were greatly affected by the rhythm.

Such a means is incredible.

The old monster swallowed his saliva and retreated, but his hands and feet were weak and not very controlled.

Fortunately, being hit by a wave of bandits, the women in the pavilion also seemed to be affected, and the meaning of demagogy was slightly reduced.

The old monster took a deep breath, felt that his strength was gradually recovering, he didn't dare to hesitate to stay any longer, turned over and jumped, and performed a proud light skill, and was about to leave, away from this place.

Smack, a soft sound.

The old monster's eyes were horrified—at that moment, a man appeared out of nowhere and lay on his back impartially.

"Who?"

The old monster cried out, and subconsciously looked back, and saw a woman's face as pale as paper that could not find the slightest trace of blood, and a pair of dead fish-like eyes, staring at him with hooked eyes.

Airplanes!

The old monster only felt that the world was spinning, as if he had fallen into a bottomless whirlpool. There was a crackle, and the whole person was unsteady on his feet, and he fainted on the ground.

"The world is dark, and they don't know the ...... of the sage"

The sound of the piano has become smooth again, the water is murmuring, the chanting is resentful, and there are women living alone.