The Tang Dynasty poet Du Mu once famously wrote: Chang'an looks back at the pile of embroidery, and the top of the mountain is opened by a thousand doors. As soon as the concubine laughed on the red dust, no one knew that it was a lychee.

However, at this moment, what I look back at is not the vibrant, splendid picture scroll of Lishan, but the thousands of ravines and fragmented Loess Plateau.

One man and one rider were running alone on this ancient yellow earth, and the long dust raised behind him gradually turned into a long earth dust dragon, following him closely, and he could not get rid of it. The man on the horse was a young man dressed in a strong suit, and he was in such a hurry, of course, not to make the beauty smile, but to save his life.

Lu Ming stopped his horse and looked at the black oppressive clouds overhead, and took a heavy spit, and couldn't help but curse in his heart, damn God just cried with a sad face at this time, isn't it that he can't get along with himself!

After a pause, Lu Ming shouted violently, raised his whip high and whipped the horse under his crotch fiercely, accompanied by a long neighing sound, the frightened horse had no time to react, and instinctively rushed out like an arrow.

For Lu Mingyi, as long as he can hurry back, even if he becomes a king with chicken feathers on his stomach at the moment, he is willing.

In the Yantian faction, he is just an inconspicuous small character, but he has a very special affection for the Yantian faction, and he is even more sincere to the leader.

No matter how the six elders fought openly and secretly, in their eyes, the head of the sect was the eternal head of the house, which could not be trampled on by anyone. They have always been convinced that if they go far in the day, the wolf's heart and dog's lungs will not grow long, and they will be punished sooner or later if they deceive their teachers and destroy their ancestors and betray their teachers.

Since the first head Yan Yun flew to the west, although the six elders of the sect obeyed the last wish of the first head of the sect and supported his only son Yan Heng to become the head of the sect, he naturally ascended to the throne of the martial arts overlord.

But Yan Heng, who was congenitally deficient, couldn't practice martial arts at all, and in the face of the tough six elders, he naturally inevitably became their tools for intrigue like a water bull, and the disciples in the sect were just chess pieces in their hands in their eyes.

However, the chess pieces that were sacrificed this time were Lu Qian, the hall master of the Red Leaf Hall under Elder Nianwei, the brother-in-law of Elder Tang Yan, and Lu Mingyi's father.

I don't know what the reason is, he actually sneaked into Jinan Mansion with a few good players from Hongye Hall, intending to steal the martial arts of the Tianlei Sect Town Sect "Tianlei Spectrum".

When Lu Ming saw his mother bring an urgent letter, he learned that his father went to Jinan to steal the cheats, and he was so anxious that he borrowed a fast horse from his friend Qin Pei and rode all the way from Chang'an to Pingyang City. Chang'an is the territory of the Qianlong faction, and the Yantian faction can be regarded as a pair of happy enemies, fighting and uniting with each other from time to time.

Halfway through, a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy suddenly appeared in the middle of the road, Lu Mingyi hurriedly tightened the reins, and the horse's hooves stopped steadily at a fist distance in front of the young man.

"What doesn't know whether it's alive or dead!Hurry up and get out of the way!" Lu Ming couldn't help but be furious.

"Wrong, wrong, wrong!" the boy didn't seem to hear Lu Mingyi's warning, and said to him with a hippie smile.

"What's wrong?" Lu Mingyi asked quietly.

"I said you're so funny! Wrong is wrong! What's wrong with what? Can't you understand human speech?" The little boy couldn't help but be annoyed when he heard Lu Ming's question.

"It's really the queen mother's period leave, the Bodhisattva flashed his waist and met a nervous disorder!" Lu Ming said that he was a madman, and he really didn't have time to entangle with him anymore, scolded twice, grabbed the reins and deviated from the direction, and with a loud whip, the horse ran quickly past the young man.

The young man did not give up, one flew impartially, landed firmly between the horse's two ears, and shouted to Lu Ming, "Wrong!

Lu Ming couldn't help but be stunned, if he was in normal times, he would definitely not let go of befriending this guy who is extremely skilled, but now he can't wait to return home in a blink of an eye, where is he still in the mood to take care of other things.

had to abandon the horse, and ran forward with light skills, and a lonely figure quickly disappeared into the wind and rain, but fortunately it was not far from Jiangcheng.

The Yellow Emperor fought Chi You, Luo Zu raised silkworms, Hou Ji Jiasui, Shun cultivated the mountains, and Yu chiseled the dragon gate...... One legend after another has smeared Jiangcheng with a strong legend.

But right now, the ancient and prosperous Jiangcheng is under the control of Ling Yue, the elder of the Yantian Sect, and more than eighty percent of the pawnshops, restaurants, teahouses, green buildings and other news gathering places in the city are all acting as his clairvoyant eyes and ears.

"Hehe, speaking of the master of the Lu Hall, he was recognized by the patrol disciples of the Tianlei Sect just after entering Jinan Mansion, guess what the reason is? Yes, it is a person who can think of it with his toes, one of the patrol disciples is his fellow countryman, the plot is a little old-fashioned, but it just happened, or how to say the things in this world, it has been constantly reincarnated from beginning to end, it depends on whether you can see it or not. ”

As soon as Lu Ming entered the city, he was about to go to the horse market to buy a fast horse, and when he passed by a teahouse, he heard that it was his own father Lu Ying.

As soon as the storyteller's voice fell, it immediately caused the guests to burst into laughter, and the continuous copper coins kept spinning on the table in front of the storyteller.

"I don't know if Master Lu took the wrong tendon, if you recognize it, you will recognize it, and people don't know what you're here for." But he was annoyed and ashamed, and with a few good players in the hall, he killed a team of patrol disciples of the Tianlei Sect without saying a word. Coincidentally, at that time, Elder Mu Qing of the Heavenly Thunder Sect was nearby, and he heard that someone was spreading wild in his own territory, so he paid it back, and brought a few disciples to find it. Thanks to the numbness of our Lu Hall Master's legs and feet, by the time Elder Mu Qing arrived, he had already turned into green smoke and slipped away. The storyteller paused deliberately.

"What happened, don't stop, you can keep talking!" asked someone at the bottom who started to fry the pot.

"Hehe, this guest officer, you have to understand the rules, my story, but it just happened last night, absolutely fresh and exciting. The storyteller's meaning was clear, and someone immediately threw a large ingot of silver at him, and the storyteller smiled with satisfaction.

"At that time, this Elder Mu Qing's lungs exploded, and he immediately ordered the whole city to search for him, and the strange thing is that he found our Lu Hall Master before he could burn incense. Guess what? Speaking of this, the hole in the heart of Hall Master Lu is really not ordinary, if it were to be put on other people, he must have found a place to hide or simply sneak out of the city, he is good, he found a restaurant to eat and drink swaggeringly. The storyteller was talking eloquently when he suddenly paused again.

"This kind of fool can be a hall master, then we have a large number of people who are many times stronger than him! Elder Nianwei has such a hall master as a helper, I think it has been eight lifetimes of blood mold, hahaha......" The sound of coaxing at the bottom caused the listeners to laugh continuously, and the snowflake-like broken silver was piled up on half of the storyteller's table, Lu Mingyi held back the rising anger in his heart, and continued to listen, he just wanted to know the final outcome of his father, which would determine his next move.

"Who says it isn't! It was the blessing left by his ancestors that made him a hall master. Come back and say that this Elder Mu Qing is a generous person, this is going to be replaced by someone else, and he will not be dismantled? Elder Mu Qing just abolished the martial arts of Hall Master Lu on the spot, and then sent someone to send him back and handed him over to Elder Nianwei, as for the few people under his hands, hehe, they are not so good-fated, they died on the spot, and their souls returned to the West Heaven. Again, the storyteller stopped, this time interrupted.

"This Elder Nianwei must be like leavened flour, puffing up, right? Hahaha, if I were him, I would definitely kill this stunned young man in front of the Heavenly Thunder Sect, and the province would go out next time to be embarrassed. "There is always no shortage of people who do good things like this.

"Hehe, this guest officer, just say this to you, I dare to say, in the future, you must be the life of the Great Elder of the Martial Arts Sect! Elder Nianwei's face turned green with anger at that time, and he slashed at the Heavenly Spirit Gai of Hall Master Lu with one palm, and he was killed on the spot. However, this Lu Tang Master has two sons, and the young son doesn't know where he is when he goes out, but this eldest son is a incense master of the Yantian faction, and when he heard that his own father was corrected, where can he still sit still, he immediately gathered his brothers, and while Elder Nianwei was not at home, he was going to kill and export his evil anger. Guess what, the last dozen or so people were repaired by the housekeeper alone, and the corpses were on the street on the spot, which happened last night. The storyteller gestured and said vividly, every word stinging every cell on Lu Ming's body like a needle.

"What about the lady and daughter-in-law of the lord of the Lu family? Won't you have to be widowed from now on? It's better to remarry early, but our brothers are single, hahaha. The vicious voice once again came into Lu Mingyi's ears, and he only felt that every cell in his body was about to swell, and the raindrops the size of beans fell, almost dripping through every cell of his body.

"I was about to talk about this, after Elder Nianwei's housekeeper cleaned up the eldest son of Hall Master Lu, the more he thought about it, the more angry he became, and he actually took advantage of the night to kill Hall Master Lu's family of thirteen people, leaving only this young son alone to escape this catastrophe. After the storyteller finished speaking, he glanced at the two boys beside him, and they immediately stepped forward and put the table full of snowflakes and silver into the sacks prepared in advance.

"Wrong, wrong, wrong!" said the young man Lu Mingyi had just met on the road standing next to the storyteller, still smiling.

"What's wrong?" asked the storyteller, tilting his head curiously.

"I said, "Is there something wrong with your brain? Wrong is wrong! Whereever, what else is wrong!" the boy suddenly became very annoyed.

The storyteller's face changed, and he and the two boys quickly rushed upstairs with bags full of silver. Everyone was puzzled, they didn't know what the origin of this young man was, and one sentence actually scared the storyteller away, you must know that this is Ling Yue's territory.

A few of the cowardly, long since like rat skating, disappeared without a trace, and although there were countless question marks in their hearts, no one spoke again, because none of them wanted to cause trouble. The young man saw that everyone was gradually dispersed, and Lu Ming also rushed out of the city like a beast that had swallowed gunpowder, feeling bored, so he had to turn around and leave.