The wind and snow stopped, and the clouds opened and saw the sun.

A small boat sailed down the cold river, and the boatman was alone with a bamboo pole outside, and a brazier was lit in the cabin, and a group of people sat on the side. This group of people is old and young, male and female. Not to mention the old and the young for the time being, the man and the woman are Bai Yujing and Yao Mingyue.

Yao Mingyue closed her eyes alone to recuperate, but Bai Yujing listened to the old man tell the story to the child. When he heard the rise, he couldn't help asking: "Is there really a view of Wanshou Mountain and Five Villages in this world?"

The old man looked ancient, like a teacher in a private school in the countryside, and after listening to Bai Yujing's words, he smiled and said: "Little Taoist, why do you want to learn from that monkey to steal the ginseng fruit that blooms once in three thousand years, bears fruit in three thousand years, and matures in three thousand years?"

"My generation's cultivation is nothing more than longevity, and this ginseng fruit prolongs life and longevity, and everyone wants to taste it. When Bai Yujing said this, he seemed to think of something funny and laughed first, and said: "One day, when I am an independent portal, I will also build a Wuzhuang Temple for him, and recruit two Taoist children, one is called Qingfeng and the other is called Mingyue, but this ginseng fruit tree is afraid that it is not easy to find." ”

The six- or seven-year-old child beside the old man suddenly asked, "Then I'm going to be that monkey." ”

Bai Yujing heard this, and laughed: "Uncle, look, your little grandson also wants to steal the ginseng fruit." ”

The old man also laughed.

After some conversation, Bai Yujing learned that the old man was from Huai'an, named Wu Chengen, and this time he went to Changxing County to take up the post of county leader. It can be regarded as fate, Bai Yujing and Yao Mingyue also passed through Changxing County when they went to the state capital, and several people got on a boat.

Along the way, the story Wu Chengen told to his grandson surprised Bai Yujing. Last year in Gesoshan he also heard a fellow Taoist from Tongzhou say that a Taoist from Lu Xixing wrote a story about Jiang Ziya becoming a god, and now it seems that the story of Tang Seng learning scriptures is not inferior at all.

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Yangchun Building, Wenzhou Mansion, is brilliantly lit. Even the biting chill in the middle of the night quietly dissipated in the singing of those enthusiastic girls. Most of the guests who can come here are wealthy people, but if you want to climb to the private room of Tianzi, you can not only be rich. Just like at this moment, these people sitting at Tianzi No. 1, which of them are not rich and powerful in Wenzhou Mansion.

The person on the throne was wearing a big red robe, his face was as big as a plate, his eyes were like a torch, like a tiger's eye, and his whole body was full of a kind of majesty, which was Xiong Wukui, who punched all over the south and north of the Yangtze River with both fists, and was known as the Iron Arm King Kong. In the rivers and lakes, Xiong Wukuiwei is famous, and in Wenzhou Mansion, no one can compare to him.

His mansion is more luxurious than that of the palace, and a percent of the land in the entire Wenzhou Mansion belongs to him Xiong Wukui.

And the person who can sit with him will naturally not be an idle person, the thin Taoist on his left is Yang Qingchen, a real person from Taiyuan, from the Cihang Taoist Temple of Luojia Mountain, and the high swordsmanship is rare in the world. The old man in the yellow robe opposite him was the demented old man Zhou Wantong, who always looked like he was demented, but he was well-informed, and there were few things he didn't know about the rivers and lakes.

The middle-aged man facing Xiong Wukui was dressed in a brocade robe, his eyebrows were like knives, and he flew up diagonally, and it was Qian Musheng, a member of the three knives.

Any one of these four people has a well-known name in the rivers and lakes, but they are gathered here at this time, I don't know what it is for!

"Yao Qing, the flying swallow of the state capital, has made light contributions to the world, and once flew across the Ou River for half a mile alone. Yong Jiajiang said slowly: "Brother Yang, you are a light martial artist in the Dao Sect, dare to ask if you can catch up with this person?"

Yang Qingchen shook his head and said, "I am afraid that the number of people who can catch up with Yao Qing in the entire rivers and lakes is not more than two palms, and the poor road is not among them!"

Yong Jiajiang listened, frowned slightly, and continued: "Ye Zikai, the deadly swordsman of Taizhou Mansion Harrier Ridge, can use thirty-six swords in one breath, and the speed of swordsmanship is rare in the world. ”

Although the people sitting on Ye Zikai's swordsmanship had not witnessed it, they had already heard of its prestige, and they all bowed slightly.

"Hangzhou Mansion Qiankun has a sword Xie Laisheng once single-handedly challenged the three major water villages of Wulin Lake with one sword, and his swordsmanship is domineering, Brother Qian knows best!"

Qian Musheng nodded and said, "I was lucky enough to win half a move in Dongshanling!"

"Yanzhou Mansion Thousand Hands Guanyin Tang Zhisheng ......"

“......”

As Xiong Wukui spit out people with great fame in the rivers and lakes, Yang Qingchen and Qian Musheng's expressions became heavier and heavier. The idiot old man Zhou Wantong deserved to be an idiot old man, and his expression did not change in the slightest.

And these people that Xiong Wukui said have one characteristic, they are all dead! No more than three months before and after! If this alone, it is not enough to make Yang Qingchen and Qian Musheng frightened, and the most terrifying thing is that, according to Xiong Wukui's inference, these people should all die under the same person's sword!

Because the wounds of these people are all in the throat, and the wounds are two inches and three points into the throat, which is exactly the same! These people are all good hands in the rivers and lakes, but they have been pierced through the throat head-on like children!

"Crazy old man, who do you say can kill them with a sword?" asked Xiong Wukui.

Yang Qingchen and Qian Musheng both set their eyes on Zhou Wantong, Zhou Wantong shook his head and stretched out his shriveled right hand.

"This person's shot is a sword to seal his throat, which shows that his swordsmanship is fast, almost miraculous, and there are no more than four people with such swordsmanship in the entire rivers and lakes!" Zhou Wantong spoke very slowly, but his words were clear and powerful.

"Four!" Xiong Wukui and the others were not surprised, but felt that this was the truth.

I only heard Yang Qingchen say: "The swordsmanship of the Shangdao people in Laoshan is like a dragon, and he should be one of them!"

Shang Dao people, its sword is like a dragon, its people are like a dragon, since the dry nest Taoist set up the list of heroes in the rivers and lakes, this person ranks in the top ten of the heavenly list, in order to avoid the entanglement of the people in the rivers and lakes, the whereabouts are the dragon to see the beginning and the end.

Zhou Wantong nodded.

"The Demon Sect's White Bone Lady's swordsmanship should also be one of them. Qian Musheng suddenly thought of the majestic woman who was as majestic as a prison, and his heart suddenly palpitated. Although it is rumored that he was defeated at the hands of Shang Dao twenty years ago, no one in the rivers and lakes of the White Bone Lady's swordsmanship is not frightened!

Zhou Wantong looked at Qian Musheng, grinned, showed his black and yellow teeth, and said, "Lady White Bone's swordsmanship is indeed worthy of her reputation, she is counted as one." ”

"There is also Nangong Yiming, the sword god of the Ten Thousand Swords Mountain Villa who has risen in the Great Snow Mountain in the past few years, and the Dry Nest Daoist ranks it ninth on the Heavenly List, which shows that it is powerful!" Xiong Wukui said, and Zhou Yutong nodded.

"What about the other person?" Xiong Wukui asked, and everyone thought about it for a long time, but they didn't think that there was anyone else who could be ranked with the top swordsmen above.

Zhou Wantong's originally cloudy eyes seemed to flash a bright light, like the three-foot edge of a sword.

"There's one more, and ...... One person ......" Zhou Wantong muttered to himself, and said slowly: "Shuzhong Heavenly Kingdom, Taibai Swordsman." ”

Before his words came out, Xiong Wukui and the others all showed shocked looks, "That'...... Isn't that person already dead?" Yang Qingchen gasped!

Five years ago, that man fought with Lu Shan, the number one master in the court, and although he seemed to have won, he was seriously injured and left, and died soon after.

Zhou Wantong glanced at Yang Qingchen lightly and said, "Yes, he is dead!"

Yang Qingchen was slightly relieved when he heard him say this. In this regard, Xiong Wukui and Qian Musheng both understand. That person is still Yang Qingchen's nephew according to his generation, but although he once belonged to the Cihang Taoist Temple, he was later taken away by Chu Jiangkai and became a Taibai swordsman, not only did he have no kindness between the two, but he was afraid of only hatred!

If that person is not dead, who can be the enemy of the now declining Cihang Taoist Temple?

Although Yang Qingchen's Taiyuan swordsmanship attainments are as perfect as fire, and he is also known as the top first-class in the rivers and lakes, compared to that person's swordsmanship, it is tantamount to comparing the sun and the moon with fireflies.

Thinking of that person's sword, I have to sigh, there has been no such sword and such a person since ancient times!

"But......" Zhou Wantong said slowly, "You have not forgotten the sword boy who has become famous in the past three years......

Everyone changed color slightly.

Could it be that the person is not dead? Yang Qingchen's originally heavy eyes had a trace of fear even more!

He thought of another thing, the owner of the Great Snow Mountain Wanjian Mountain Villa was isolated and rarely set foot in the Central Plains. The Shangdao people of Laoshan are pure-hearted and have few desires, and they never kill innocents indiscriminately in their lives, which should not be possible. As for Mrs. White Bone's self-esteem, there is no reason to cause trouble in Zhejiang.

But if it was that person, why did he kill those people? and they had all disappeared for nearly five years, how could he kill these unrelated people at this time. Yang Qingchen suddenly thought of something, and the memories that had been sealed for a long time instantly came to his heart.

Snowflakes are gradually falling outside the window, and it seems to be earlier than usual in this winter month. Although the fire in the room was baking, bringing a lot of warmth, Yang Qingchen's heart was gradually like ice slag, extremely cold.

That night, after everyone dispersed, Yang Qingchen sat alone on the bed, cross-legged.

At the time of the fifth watch, the snow fell in the wind, and the whole street was pale under the lights, and it was half a foot of deep snow.

He came by stepping on the wind and snow, except for his black hair and black eyes, both his clothes and skin were as white as snowflakes, almost blending into the snowflakes, and the kind of coldness revealed by his body was even better than the wind and snow.

The ancients often used to walk on the snow without a trace to describe a person's light skills, and this person is more like a ghost, between the wind and snow, there is not a trace. Like air, walking in the vast wind and snow.

When he came to Yang Qingchen's room, Yang Qingchen also woke up from his meditation.

Cold, extreme cold, as if endless wind and snow poured into Yang Qingchen's room with his arrival.

What an awe-inspiring killing machine!

"—— of the Groan"

A flash of white light filled the room.

The next moment, the wind and snow poured in, and Yang Qingchen sat there quietly, motionless, except for a trace of ice and snow condensed between his throat, it seemed that nothing had happened.

The next day, on the streets of the south of the city. In a breakfast shop, a man in white sat there waiting for Xiao Er to serve breakfast. This man looked white and cold, except for his black hair and black eyes, like unmelted snow on the ground.

On the second floor of an inn not far away, Xiong Wukui and Qian Musheng both frowned. The four people who were in Yangchun Building last night are now only the two of them, Zhou Wantong's coward has already fled, and as for Yang Qingchen, the Taoist of the Cihang Sword Sect, he is even more driven to the west, and there is an extremely shallow sword mark between his throat.

If it was twenty or thirty years ago, Xiong Wukui might have gone into battle in person, and his blood was boiling. But now he has to admit that he is getting old, both physically and ambitiously.

Xiong Wukui didn't even dare to look at this person more, because the pale and monotonous color made him very uncomfortable.

Until a flash of cold light appeared, it was a long black sword, thin and narrow. It suddenly emerged from the sleeve of Xiao Er's coat, like a poisonous snake lurking aside, and instantly showed its fangs.

At this moment, whether it was Xiong Wukui or Qian Musheng, the nerves of both of them were tense. Xiong Wukui asked himself, if he was in the position of the man in white, no matter how agile he was and how quick he reacted, he would not be able to dodge this killer sword.

Because of that sword, because of that little er.

"The drizzle wet clothes are invisible, and the idle flowers are silent when they fall to the ground. ”

The most famous killer in Jiangnan is none other than this person, Yao Jianzi, nicknamed "Falling Flowers Silently". Since his debut, all those who Yao Jianzi has made a move, whether it is a court official or a famous family in the rivers and lakes, without exception, have all died unexpectedly. Yao Jianzi's kung fu may not be terrible, but what is terrible is his disguise technique and the poisonous sword that sealed his throat with blood.

No one knows when he will make a move, and the moment he strikes is often the moment when the enemy least expects it.

Just like at this moment, when the man in white took the steamed bun handed by Xiao Er, a thin and narrow short sword followed, and the deadly blade was as black as ink, without a trace of luster.

But what made Xiong Wukui unbelievable happened, the man in white was not stabbed. The little second smiled weirdly and fell, and on his chest, there was a dark hilt.

All of a sudden, the whole breakfast shop was in an uproar.

The man in white sat there without any scruples, his white hands tearing off the steamed buns one by one, he chewed very slowly, and he was not afraid that the steamed buns would be poisoned.

Xiong Wukui and Qian Musheng glanced at each other, and both saw the horror in each other's eyes. Such an opponent is beyond the imagination of the two.