"Hey, don't squeeze the back, I'll read it to you!" shouted a young knight standing at the front.

"We're all waiting!"

"You're reading!" the crowd urged.

The young knight read it out loud.

It turned out that the Eaves Treasure Hunt Contest will be held as scheduled tomorrow, and the invitees of the Ten Light Gong Body Methods and the rest of the spectators are invited to the gate of the Furong City Lord's Mansion at the same time, and the competition will officially start at noon. In order to show fairness and reasonableness, those who are not invited can participate in the competition. The top five winners of the contest will be rewarded with purple brocade boxes (purple quality items must be opened, such as blades, armor, accessories, outfits, etc.).

It turned out that the organizer of this event was actually the City Lord's Mansion. And Furong City, as a city on the rich side, the City Lord's Mansion will not be stingy if he wants to, and he actually uses a purple brocade box as a reward, and the top five winners each have one piece. It was so attractive, and as soon as the voice fell, the surrounding onlookers were eager to participate.

As soon as the news came out, the entire Furong City churned like boiling water in a fried pot.

"Have you heard? There is no limit to the Flying Eaves Treasure Hunt Contest tomorrow, everyone can participate, and the top five winners will be rewarded with a purple brocade box. "All of a sudden, everyone in Furong City told each other.

Zhao Datou looked at the announcement on the wall and scolded and gradually revealed a touch of faith and evil: "This old thing secretly sent us an invitation, and now everyone is allowed to participate." Ander didn't know what his intentions were. I'm afraid no one would have thought that my beggar gang also has a hand-me-down method!"

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This is a building surrounded by vermilion palace walls on all sides, each side of the palace wall is about hundreds of zhang long, and a straight road about ten zhang wide leads to the main gate in the middle of the east palace wall. The main gate is a vermilion lacquer city gate, and a pitch-black plaque above the city gate is written with three big characters like a dragon flying and a phoenix dancing with gold lacquer: City Lord's Mansion. Hundreds of guards patrolled back and forth at the entrance of the mansion.

If the majestic Furong City Lord's Mansion is a prehistoric beast, then in comparison, the Forgotten Worry County Guardian's Mansion is like an ant.

In the City Lord's Mansion Lord's Hall, a sixty or seventy-year-old white-bearded old man sat on a golden throne and asked, "Wuguang, have the notices been posted, right?"

This person is the city lord of Furong City, Sword Twelve, although he is close to the age of antiquity, he has been one of the top ten masters in the rivers and lakes for a long time at such an advanced age. (Hermits are not counted). Looking at His Royal Highness, the twelve eyebrows of the sword are like sharp swords, the stars are cold and light, and a domineering aura that is not angry and self-authoritative makes people dare not look directly at his face.

"Qiqi City Lord, the notice has been paved, and there is an uproar in Furong City. Wuguang, who was standing under His Highness, said.

Wuguang, the former general of the Furong City Palace, this person is wearing a black feather treasure chan chain mail, and a golden long sword is hanging from his waist, this sword is called Yingxia Sword, which was given to him by Sword Twelve. It is reported that his ancestors participated in the pacification of the Sanmiao Rebellion and died in battle, with great achievements and significant achievements. When it was passed into his hands, it was even more glorious lintel, and he became the most respected general of the city lord of Furong City, and he was crowned the former general of the palace.

Sword Twelve just nodded after hearing Wuguang's answer, not knowing what he was thinking.

"You go down first, and make arrangements for tomorrow's Flying Eaves Treasure Hunt. Jian Twelve looked up at the motionless black light standing under the stage and said.

"Subordinates retire!" Wuguang turned around and left the hall with his hands clenched into fists.

As the sound of metal armor slamming farther and farther away, Sword Twelve walked to the screen and opened a secret door, and slipped inside.

"How's it being arranged?" the black-robed man asked in a hoarse voice.

"It's not your turn to take care of my business. Just do your own thing. Sword Twelve shouted.

"Sword Twelve is still the same person as ever, as his name suggests. The black-robed man said.

"Don't forget your purpose and mine. Sword Twelve finished speaking and left the chamber.

"Hmph, old thing, still so arrogant. The black-robed man snorted coldly.

......

Since the incident of Suoyun Peak, everyone left Suoyun Peak and came to rest in this prosperous Furong City, fighting for several days and wandering on the rivers and lakes for a long time, making Li Chengfeng feel more and more tired recently. After a few days, the time in Furong City made Li Chengfeng's heart, which had been looking for enemies since he entered this river and lake, slowly let go. Life is short, senior brother Murong Han and Yunxi have been together for about 20 years, but when the 20th year came, Murong Han was hit hard and picked up a life, but Yunxi left.

The woman who had been waiting for twenty years was waiting for her own death. Let Li Chengfeng gradually understand that people need faith to support you to live and go on in the world, and what has supported her for 20 years is the day she reunited with Murong Han. And the belief that has always supported Li Chengfeng before is to avenge his master, so that he will wander all the way to the rivers and lakes and make the four seas his home.

Is the world worthy? This is an unknown, what kind of life is worthwhile? No one can say clearly. There is always a trade-off between getting and giving away. After Murong Han woke up, she lost Yunxi, did she still have faith, love or hatred? Maybe they all love Yunxi, so they want to live for Yunxi's revenge. So it's a good both.

After thinking about all this, no one knew what Li Chengfeng was thinking. This is a cold-blooded and ruthless killer, if there is love, then there is only friendship in the rivers and lakes and the emotion that is hidden deep in the heart and wants to destroy but can't bear it. The one who was in Miao Jiang and saved him and the two of them in the cave that night many times.

In Li Chengfeng's eyes, there are all kinds of tenderness in Gou Fugui's eyes, such as a spring breeze in the veins, and the ice and snow also melt.

Thinking and thinking, walking and walking. Accidentally, I stumbled under my feet. It turned out that there was a man in a Taoist robe lying on the ground, Li Chengfeng looked at it as if he had seen it under Suoyun Peak, but then this person was nowhere to be found.

He thought in his heart: "This person is quite interesting, he doesn't care about the opinions of everyone in the rivers and lakes, and sleeps on the ground on the street." But after Li Chengfeng squatted down, he found that the person lying on the ground had a faint palm print on his back. But seeing that he was breathing steadily, it didn't seem to be much of a problem. ”

"Since you and I are destined, I'll help you once. Li Chengfeng unexpectedly picked up Fang Chengyu, who was lying on the ground, and sent him to the guest room of the inn.

Then he was about to turn over Fang Chengyu's back to take a look at his injuries. Suddenly, Fang Chengyu, who was lying on the bed, rolled to the right, a harrier turned over, and kicked his legs.

Li Chengfeng looked at Fang Chengyu, who suddenly moved and kicked in, and directly slapped his palms forward. After the palm, Li Chengfeng felt as if he had slapped on the cotton.

Fang Chengyu turned over and made a stop movement and said, "Hey, brother Tai raised his noble hand." We can also be regarded as knowing each other by fate. How about making a friend? If you are not mistaken, Your Excellency must be Li Chengfeng, the inheritor of the Tibetan Sword, right?"

Li Chengfeng saw that this person just avoided himself and checked his injuries. Hearing Fang Chengyu's identity, he hugged his fists and said: "It is under the sword Li Chengfeng." ”

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