Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes.

It's a small town, but it's not a big place, but it's still very lively. One of the most famous restaurants in the area is the Cyclamen House, and the taste of its food is naturally superb. The main attraction of the people is its unwritten rules: 1. You must not use force inside, and 2. As long as you can afford the price of a dish, then you can eat that dish inside for a day. 3. No matter what you say, the cyclamen has never heard it. Of course, not all people in the rivers and lakes have such a good temper, and some want to use their temper, cyclamen don't know how many times it has been rotten, can form such an unwritten rule, or because some of the incidents that provoked the cyclamen in the past few years have undoubtedly ended with the inexplicable disappearance of those powerful "protagonists", but no one has been held accountable and has not been resolved, and no one has ever challenged the rules of the cyclamen after that.

It's noon, so the cyclamen is bustling with people.

There was a table of people in the hall who looked like dart masters, and there were three of them, one was quite thin, a big man with a beard, and the other was a Sven-looking man, who wore brocade robes and had a dart on his left arm and shoulder.

"Did you know that the master of the Earth Demon Gate was killed three days ago?" said the rather thin dart master to his companion when the food and wine were almost finished.

"Is it?" one of his companions was obviously incredulous, and then said: "The master of the Earth Demon Gate is a famous person, with a powerful demonic skill, and this person is ruthless, whether it is a person who is **Baidao, he does not want to touch his moldy head, we dart people, what we are most afraid of is to meet this kind of master, who has the courage to kill him!" The bearded man took a sip of his wine and continued, "Don't say that his head is gone. ”

"Why am I lying to you, it's true. My trip was to pass through the Earth Demon Mountain, and it took me a lot of effort to come back. And the head of the Earth Demon Gate Master is really missing," the thin dart master said again, "I heard that there is chaos near the Earth Demon Mountain, as soon as the door master dies, the people under his command who are vying for power and the throne have overturned the vicinity of the Earth Demon Mountain, and they say that they are looking for the murderer, but in fact, they are secretly eradicating dissidents, so as to ascend to the throne of the door master!"

"I heard about it yesterday. The dart master who looked very sven said, "This time your bodyguard route is different, Lin Da and his dart is relatively far away, so it is normal to return to this city, and it is normal that the news is not clear, and these things are not things that we can discuss, remember that the trouble comes from the mouth." ”

"Yes, little darthead. The two said in unison.

"Okay, we've come out to eat almost, and we should go back, otherwise Dad will blame me again. After that, the three of them finished paying the bill and left the restaurant.

Although they talked quietly, they were heard by the people around them.

At the table next to him, a person whispered to his partner, "You say, is what the three people said just now true? The master of the Earth Demon Sect was really killed, and the head is still missing?"

"Of course it's true, it's definitely true! Let's just say that you are lonely and unheard, and do you know who those three people are just now? They are from the Lin Family Dart Bureau, and the person who looks like Sven is the son of the head of the Lin Family Dart Bureau, Lin Zhendong. This lord is a young and handsome man, how can the news he has confirmed be false? I am afraid that in a few days, everyone in the city will know this news. ”

At this moment, an old man who looked like a fortune teller walked in, looked like he was sixty or seventy years old, but his spirit was very strong, he held his signboard in his right hand, that is, a piece of white cloth hung on a wooden pole, and a couplet was written on the front: A pinch of the hand to avoid evil, a heart to turn into a blessing in disguise, horizontal criticism, Zhang Banxian. On the back of the white cloth is a yin-yang fish. Holding his goatee in his left hand, he walked in with a smile, although there was a taste of fairy wind bones, but that smiling appearance always made people think that he had bad intentions. He happened to hear what had just been said, so he pretended to be mysterious: "These things are just hearsay, and they are long outdated. ”

At this moment, a man dressed in the hall who looked very interested said: "Old man, don't think that you look very unfathomable as a fortune teller, you are at best a god stick who cheats and cheats, what latest news can you know?"

The fortune teller looked like a human spirit, and of course he could see that the gentleman was very interested in these things in the rivers and lakes, so he said: "The mountain man will tell you that the master of the Earth Demon Gate was indeed killed, and his head was not gone, but was taken away by the murderer. The fortune teller glanced at the people around him, saw that the people around him were looking at him, and thought to himself: Today's meal money has been paid again. Then he said to himself: "I know that you don't believe it, and there are things that you don't dare to believe, just last night, the sect master of the Zhengxuan Sect was also killed, and his head was also taken off. After speaking, he stopped talking, walked straight to an empty table and shouted, "Little Er, serve the food." ”

At this time, the gentleman then shouted: "Little Er, good wine and good food are served." So saying, he ran to the fortune teller, "Sir, how do you know this, and are you always bluffing us?"

"Hmph, the mountain people are a lot older, and they still need to lie to you little children? Three days ago, the mountain people watched the sky at night, and found that Sirius was dim and irrelated, and it flickered, and I had already noticed that there was a ** big guy who was about to die, and I was living in seclusion near the Earth Demon Mountain, so I wanted to go to the Earth Demon Gate to find out. As a result, as soon as I arrived at the mountain gate of the Earth Demon Mountain, I felt that someone had come out inside, so I hid aside, and sure enough, I saw a black shadow rushing out of the Mountain Gate of the Earth Demon Mountain, carrying a spherical package in my hand, and it was dripping with water. Immediately after, I heard the noise in the Earth Demon Mountain Gate, and then rushed out of the door to count the figures, followed by a large group of people and horses running in all directions, the mountain people were worried about causing trouble, so they left, and the next day I dressed up and took out the news of the death of the Earth Demon Gate Master from the mouth of a disciple of the Earth Demon Gate, only to remember that the package that night turned out to be the head dripping with blood. ”

"So, the news looks to be true!" said the gentleman, stunned for a moment, and then said thoughtfully. Then he said: "Then how do you know that the Sect Master of the Zhengxuan Sect was killed, the Sect Master of the Zhengxuan Sect is not an ordinary person." ”

"Don't talk about it, the mountain people just came from Zhengxuanzong, hungry and thirsty......"

Before the fortune teller finished speaking, the gentleman shouted at Xiao Er: "Xiao Er, why is it so slow? Quickly, bring me good wine and meat, count it on my head." Then he said to the fortune teller with a sneer: "Sir, good wine and meat will be served soon, you can tell me first, how did you know that the sect master of Zhengxuan Sect was killed?"

"Okay, seeing that you want to know so much, and for the sake of inviting me to dinner, I'll tell you, after getting the news of the death of the Earth Demon Gate Master, I didn't dare to stay near the Earth Demon Mountain for fear of being implicated, so I hurried overnight, wanting to leave the Earth Demon Mountain, on the second night of the death of the Earth Demon Gate Master, I slept in the wild, and watched the celestial phenomena, and saw the dim light of Zi Weixing, and faintly fell westward, I thought, Ziwei, Emperor Xing, Emperor Star also represents the leader of justice, I secretly thought to myself, within a radius of 100 miles, who can be called the leader of justice, except for the sect master of Zhengxuan Sect, who elseSo, I rushed to Zhengxuanzong at night.

At this time, Xiao Er had already served several dishes, and the fortune teller took advantage of the fact that he was still thinking about it, so he picked up his chopsticks and ate a few bites, and the people at the table next to him had woken up, and then asked curiously: "The old gentleman, have you arrived?"

"The mouth is dry, and there is no wine to quench your thirst...... "The fortune teller said that he deliberately stopped.

The person who asked just now immediately had a hot temper, but not to the fortune teller, but to the hotel junior: "Xiaoer, hurry up and serve the wine, **Didn't you drink enough breast milk when you were a child? I paid for this wine, the best wine, hurry up!"

Xiao Er's grievance, our mother gave us two legs!

The fortune teller took a sip of wine, and then couldn't help but exclaim: "What a wine!" Then he glanced at the people who invited him to drink, and then looked at the people around him who were looking at him, and then said slowly: "I arrived at Zhengxuanzong, but it was still a step late." After finishing speaking, I heard a person sighing around me: "The sect master of Zhengxuan Sect is a generation of heroes, punishing evil and promoting good, hoeing the strong and helping the weak, all of which are praised by everyone, and he is strong in martial arts, within a radius of 100 miles, it is rare to meet an opponent, how can he encounter such a poisonous hand, which god is the king of the eight lambs." If Lao Tzu knew who it was, he would definitely screw his head off to pay tribute to the spirit of Song Zhengzong's heroes in the sky." As soon as he finished sighing, he heard a voice from another place: "I think you still forget it, even Song Daxia is not someone's opponent, you are afraid that someone will pinch it to death with one finger." After speaking, the people around laughed, and the person who sighed just now couldn't hold it on his face, and then stood up as soon as he slapped the table, "You look down on me, believe it or not, I pinched you to death with one hand?" The man who had just spoken also slapped the table and stood up.

While they were arguing, the fortune teller drank a few more sips of wine and ate a few bites of food.

At this time, the strong man who packed the wine was angry: "You two shut up Lao Tzu, if you don't want to listen, get out of here." ”

The two who quarreled saw that this strong man was not a good thing to mess with, and there were still the rules of the cyclamen house, and they both wanted to listen to it, so they both sat down.

At this time, the young master said flatteringly: "Sir, you continue. ”

The fortune teller was unhappy: Lao Tzu only ate a few bites. But he didn't show it on his face, with a harmless smile on his face, he continued: "Mountain man, hey, where did I say just now?" A listener on the side hurriedly said "Rushing to Zhengxuanzong in the starry night". "Oh. The mountain people and I rushed to Zhengxuanzong in the starry night, and I want to remind the model of our righteous path, the Song Daxia who benefited the toiling public. I don't think we can just lose a pillar of the righteous path, but when I rushed to the outer gate of Zhengxuanzong in the starry night, I realized that something was wrong, why didn't there be anyone? Could it be that they didn't stand guard tonight? But I can't care so much, after all, Song Daxia's life is important, so I went to the inner door, but as soon as I entered the inner door, I heard that there was also a lot of noise inside, I was shocked, but I didn't believe that Song Daxia, who was a god of martial arts, was killed like this, and was about to go in, when I heard a group of mournful voices: Sect Master! Then I saw a man in black rushing out with a package dripping with blood, I wanted to shout loudly, so that the people of the Zhengxuan Sect could catch this heinous person, but the man in black also saw me, and then he glanced at me, I was scared, do you know what I saw?" The fortune teller deliberately paused and asked mysteriously. The surrounding listeners asked in unison, "What do you see?" The fortune teller did not say immediately, but just took a sip of wine from the flask, and then said very sensationally: "I tell you, if you don't see it, you don't know, and you will be shocked when you see it." At that time, when the man rushed out of the inner door, dressed in a night suit, and glanced at me, I saw the eyes of the gangster, and now I am afraid to think about it, and I saw that his eyes were green. After saying that, the people around him began to discuss, "What?green eyes?", "How can people have green eyes?", "Only wolves have green eyes!" While listening to the discussion among the surrounding guests, the fortune teller ate his food and drink very leisurely, as if the matter had nothing to do with him, and as if he had done such a thing many times and was familiar with the process.

By this time, he had eaten almost enough, but the people around him were still there, so he said, "You are all scared of this, and there are even more frightening ones to come!"

Someone around immediately asked, "What then?"

"At that time, I was also frightened, but I traveled from south to north dozens of times, and I had never seen anyone, or anything, so I calmed down in an instant and was ready to scream. The people around him were full of praise at this time, "Mr. is really bold", "Mr. is really a model for my generation", "......." fortune teller seemed to be infected by his own atmosphere at this time, and then said vividly: " Just as I was about to scream, I saw that the gangster's move seemed to be a light skill of the horse stepping on Feiyan, and flew away from the treetops, but just a moment before he flew away, I saw his hand in the moonlight, my Nima, the palm of that hand was all covered with a few inches of long hair, and it was still shining under the moon, and I was so frightened that I ran out of the Zhengxuanzong. After saying that, he stroked his heart. While doing this, the fortune teller clearly heard the sound of cold air around him, and secretly felt a sense of pride in his heart: My storytelling ability has improved a lot, little cubs, I still don't believe that I can't scare you to death.

At this moment, a group of people dressed in white walked in, and the back of the white clothes was embroidered with a purple Xuanzi magnificent, and the sun was shining brightly, this was the disciple of Zhengxuanzong who walked in.

The people from Zhengxuanzong came in, found a few empty tables, four or five people gathered around a table, and then shouted: "Little Er, serve the food." ”

Those who listened energetically just now suddenly sobered up, and no longer dared to talk about the matter of the sect master of the Zhengxuan Sect, and there were many people who were afraid of things, and they paid for it and left, even the few people who spoke just now did not dare to touch the mold of the people of the Xuanzong sect at this time, so they all left, only when the young master took the next person away, he quietly said to the fortune teller: Sir, next time you must count a hexagram for me.

When the listeners were almost gone, the fortune teller took the jug of wine and walked to a table in an inconspicuous corner, and sat down as if no one was around, but there was a man at the table.

The man looked delicate, even a little immature on his face, and there were only three dishes on the table, a bowl of rice that had already been eaten about the same. On the table, there were two things, on the left hand side of the man's table was a sword, the sword looked ordinary, the only difference was that there was a broken sword carved on the scabbard, and a jade flute was placed on the right hand.

The fortune teller sat down

On the other side of that person, he looked at the person on the other side quietly, and the person on the other side didn't want to pay attention to him, but he had to pay attention to it at this time, but he still ate by himself, and just asked after a while: "I don't know what the old gentleman has to do?"

The fortune teller seemed to be a little out of shape, and then settled down in his heart, and then said: "I see that the little brother Yintang is black, his face is dull, and the black clouds are overwhelming, and I am here to inform you that you will be in a big disaster!" "Didn't the old gentleman eat just now?" the man didn't pay much attention to the fortune teller, and when he spoke, he had already finished his meal, tidied up his pale clothes, and then looked at the fortune teller and said. Without waiting for the fortune teller to speak, he shouted to Xiao Er: "Xiao Er, give this old gentleman another roast chicken, count it as mine." After saying that, he took out a silver ingot from his bosom, "no need to look for it", put it on the table, took the sword and flute, and walked out of the cyclamen house.

Looking at the back of the man, the fortune teller smiled, and the smile at this time did not look as awkward as before, and he said to himself: "One day you will take the initiative to find me." At this time, Xiao Er had already come up with a plate of roast chicken and put it on the table, looking at the silver, I didn't know whether to take it or not. At this time, the fortune teller glanced at Xiao'er and said, "Look at what to see, pack, find money!"

(2) Fragrant Qianli

Just when the people in the rivers and lakes were still talking about the death of the Earth Demon Sect and the head of the Zhengxuan Sect, another thing was like a boulder, thrown into the rivers and lakes, splashing huge waves.

On the night of the seventh day of the death of the sect leader of Zhengxuan Sect, the owner of a second-rate ** sect: Dark Blood Village, was also assassinated on one night, and his head disappeared. The high-level officials of the Dark Blood Village were very angry about this, because they found that there were traces of the blood of the second person on the ground, so the high-level officials of the Dark Blood Village ordered that the pharmacy within a radius of 300 miles be ransacked, of course, if they were not able to loot, they bought all the medicinal materials for treating internal injuries, and issued a sky-high bounty, rewarding the people in the rivers and lakes for providing clues, and even the head of the assassin.

Blood Shadow City, the closest and largest city to Dark Blood Village, is full of people coming and going, and its liveliness can really reach the point of sweating into rain. There is also a well-known restaurant in the city, which is called: Xiang Qianli. The first time you look at its name, you will feel that this restaurant is big, the fragrance is thousands of miles, who has such good cooking skills, can reach the point of fragrant thousands of miles. People who have just come to the Blood Shadow City for the first time will go in with curiosity when they see this name, wanting to see what the so-called Xiang Qianli is. But once you enter this fragrant thousand miles once, it seems that you have lost interest in other restaurants. In fact, Xiang Qianli is not the real taste of the dishes in this restaurant, because the proprietress of this restaurant is named Xiang Qianli, and her appearance is unique for hundreds of miles. Some people who don't know are here for "fragrant thousands of miles", while most of those who know are here for fragrant thousands of miles.

At this time, in an inconspicuous corner of this restaurant, there sat an inconspicuous man, three dishes, and a dinner. On the left hand side of the table is a sword that looks very ordinary, the only thing that seems unusual is that the scabbard is engraved with a broken sword, and on the right hand side of the table is a jade flute. Dressed in a pale robe, he ate his meal quietly, out of place with the bustle around him. At this time, his face was a little pale, and it seemed to be whiter than his clothes.

"Did you know that the owner of the Darkblood Farm had been killed, and his head had been cut off!" said one of the diners to his companion.

"I've heard about it, and I've heard that the owner of the farm died a terrible death. Not only was his head cut off, but his whole body was cut nine hundred and eighty-one times, as if he was about to be cut into minced meat. His companion snapped with a chill.

"Really, what a feud that Assassin must have had against him!"

"But isn't it! However, the owner of that village really deserves to die! Over the years, he has done all kinds of evil, and has done everything to achieve his goals, if it weren't for his strong martial arts and profound internal strength, I'm afraid he would have been killed alive by his enemies!"

"That's true, but in this case, the martial arts of his enemy should also be very strong, otherwise how could he kill someone in the Dark Blood Village, and escape safely!"

While the two diners were talking in a low voice, an old man who looked like a fortune teller walked in, holding his signboard in his right hand was a wooden pole with a white cloth hanging on it, and a couplet written on the front: "Pinch your hand to avoid evil, and your heart will turn into a blessing from misfortune. On the back of the white cloth is a yin-yang fish. With his left hand, he stroked his goatee and smiled harmlessly. Yes, this is the fortune teller who was in the cyclamen house, and as soon as he came in, he heard the two diners talking, so he deliberately said in the direction of the two, "Hearsay!" and walked to an empty table, wondering if there would be another free lunch today!

But at this moment, I don't know who shouted: "Xiang Qianli is out!" So everyone's attention shifted to the direction of Xiang Qianli, who was about to come out.

The fortune teller cursed in his heart, thinking that he had to pay for himself today, and it hurt to think about it, and he wanted to eat for free for the news of this dark blood village, who knew that it was a group of beasts! However, after scolding himself in his heart, he also turned his head to the direction of the fragrant thousand miles that was about to come out with the eyes of a beast.

At this moment, only the young man in that corner was unmoved, still eating his own food unhurriedly.

In a moment, the door of a room on the second floor opened, and out of it came a stunning beauty, whose face was overwhelming, wearing a tight chest wrap on her upper body, and a layer of tulle on the outside, revealing her slender jade arms and a willow waist that could be grasped. The lower body is folded into a group, and the thighs can be seen from the side between steps. This person is Xiang Qianli, as soon as she came out, the whole restaurant was boiling, and the men were all bloody, almost forgetting to eat and drink, just looking at it directly.

Another reason why they all come to Xiang Qianli Restaurant to eat and drink is that twice a month, Xiang Qianli will go to the restaurant to drink with a guest. Drink with a beautiful woman up close, and think about which man can resist the temptation of this place?

Today is the end of the month, and it's time for Xiang Qianli to drink with the guests.

Xiang Qianli didn't speak, but the lotus moved slightly, slowly walking from the second floor, and looking around as he walked, looking for his face that he could still see.

Wherever Xiang Qianli looked, the diners there were either overwhelmed with excitement or flushed with red faces. When Xiang Qianli turned his head, he cursed in a low voice alone, not knowing who was scolding.

At this moment, Xiang Qianli saw the person in the corner, he seemed to be only attracted by the delicious food on the table, and he was eating there and was not attracted because of his appearance. So, she became curious. There have been people who have pretended to be like this before, but there will always be afterglow glances at her, but this person doesn't seem to be interested in him at all.

So, she walked towards the young man with a gust of incense. The surrounding diners suddenly felt a sense of loss, and the hot-tempered people even burst into foul language, but no one had any excessive behavior. Everyone knows that neither Xiang Qianli nor "Xiang Qianli" can be provoked by anyone, at least not by themselves! There have been many living examples before. I can only pour a few sips of wine to relieve the sulkness in my heart. When Xiang Qianli passed by these people, they always took a deep sniff, and then closed their eyes and reveled deeply in their own world.

When he was about to reach that corner, the young man seemed to have noticed it, so he did not continue to eat, and put down the dishes and chopsticks. However, I didn't make too many movements, just sat quietly. In a moment, Xiang Qianli came to this table with a gust of fragrant wind: "Little brother, can I sit at this table?" Xiang Qianli lightly opened his lips, and his voice was indescribably charming. "Please take care of yourself. The young man said lightly. After speaking, he picked up the dishes and chopsticks and ate the meal quietly.

Xiang Qianli looked at the young man's appearance, a little funny, and a little angry. Then with a smile on his face, he said to the young man, "Little brother, are you satisfied with the food?" and the young man replied lightly, "It's okay." Xiang Qianli was angry, and saw that the young man was answering him in a tone that was not salty or light, and he felt slightly uncomfortable, so he asked curiously: "Does the little brother know who I am?

"I don't know. After eating, the young man put down the dishes and chopsticks and said. And as he spoke, he took out a piece of broken silver from his bosom and prepared to pay the bill and leave.

Xiang Qianli's face was slightly red, and there were people who didn't know him, he was too self-righteous. But I was even more curious about the person in front of me. Xiang Qianli's face was slightly red, and he saw that the diners around him kept swallowing saliva, and secretly cursed that kid's father, if this kid was not born, maybe it would be himself who drank with Xiang Qianli.

"Tell him the rules on our side!" Xiang Qianli stood up and said loudly to the diner, because she felt that if she continued like this, she would still be deflated, and the young man in front of her should have just been in the world for a short time and didn't understand anything. But seeing that he looked like he was nothing, this kind of concentration was unusual. Therefore, she planned to use the admirers around her to make him eat and eat, so that she would feel better.

"I said, boy, you don't even know the rules of this restaurant, what are you doing when you come in?

In the laughter, a kind diner said: "The fifteenth and thirtieth of each month is the day when Miss Xiang Qianli chooses a diner to have a drink with her, and it is your great luck that Miss Xiang Qianli chooses you." Hurry up and give Miss Chisato a companion, right? ”

Xiang Qianli was proud for a while, and this time looking at what he said, he felt that his plan was about to succeed.

"I'm sorry, I don't drink. After the young man finished speaking, he put the broken silver on the table, and then took the sword and the jade flute: "Little Er, settle the bill." After speaking, he ignored the people in the lobby and walked outside the restaurant.

The people present were almost stunned by this kid's behavior, and there were still people who didn't give Xiang Qianli a child?

Just when the man was about to walk out of the restaurant, a fragrant flower messenger came to his senses and wanted to behave well in front of the beauty, "Boy, you stop for me." There was hostility in his tone.

The young man in the slightly white clothes felt the hostility, and slowly turned his head to stare at the person who stood up, with murderous intent in his eyes, as if he didn't agree with each other, and he had the posture of facing each other with his sword.

The person who stood up instantly felt the killing intent of that young man, and immediately felt that his limbs were cold and he couldn't move a bit. At that moment, he even felt like he was about to suffocate.

In a moment, the killing intent dissipated, and the young man walked out of the restaurant and disappeared into the vast sea of people.

Xiang Qianli also felt that killing intent, and thought to himself: A younger brother-level figure who seems to be sixteen or seventeen years old actually has such a killing intent, I really don't know how he cultivated such a killing intent, is it a killing innumerable person? Or is it the mentality that the world is the enemy?

The fortune teller looked at the distant boy and thought to himself: This kid is not bad, well, at least the concentration is good, although it is worse than my old man, looking at his complexion, it seems that he has been injured internally, do you want to help him. Forget it, if you die like this, you won't have to worry about it.

(3) Seeing injustice

After the young man in light white clothes went out, he walked in the direction of the Tibetan Sword Villa in Yunzhou. Yunzhou, the third largest state in the Central Imperial Dynasty, is extremely prosperous, both civil and Jianghu.

In addition to the army of the Zheng family of the Central Dynasty, the most powerful of them are the three major forces: Hidden Sword Villa, Luoyumen, and the Wild Wolf Gang. Among them, the Tibetan Sword Villa is the right way, the Luoyumen is also black and white, and the Wild Wolf Gang is **.

To Yunzhou, there is an official road, and there are not many sergeants who come and go, and there are many people who do business or travel far away on the official road. Therefore, people in the rivers and lakes rarely take this road, after all, people in the rivers and lakes, where there will be people who have no murder in their hands, especially some special trades, they will not take this road.

In a mountain forest not far from Liguan Road, there is a small road, these are the roads that the people of the rivers and lakes walked out, of course, there must be more than this road. Since this road is relatively close to the official road, it is rarely walked, but it is the closest road except the official road. At this time, there was a team of people and horses on this road, with all kinds of clothes, but they were equipped with uniform jade pendants around their waists. There were seventeen or eighteen men in this group, and a woman was protected in the middle, and when she looked closely, she found that although she was sitting on a horse, her hands were tied, her hair was disheveled, and even her face was covered with tears, but despite this, it still could not hide her alluring face.

"Master, who is this little lady on the horse?, she is so handsome, it tickles me to see her!" said a young man who looked a little emaciated, as he walked up to a burly man, and looked back at the woman on horseback with obscene glances from time to time. The person who looked like the hall master turned his head to look at the little minion who spoke, and then said with a look of hatred that iron is not made of steel: "I said Ma Xiaoer, you fucking know this all day long." Then he turned his head and went on his way, ignoring him. The person named Ma Xiaoer seemed to be the henchman of the hall master, and he didn't care about what the so-called hall master said: "I said hall master, what does I mean by the small one, isn't you a perfect match for such a beautiful girl and the hall master? After speaking, he smiled obscenely. "It's a lot higher, but it's not something that people like us can enjoy, you know? Although I'm already the hall master, but this is the person hand-picked by the door master, I don't dare to move around! Besides, do you know who she is? She is the youngest daughter of the wolf gang leader!" Obviously, these people around are the henchmen of this hall master, so they are not afraid of the news leaking out. "I'll just say, although this girl is beautiful, she doesn't need to be escorted by you, the hall master! Then they didn't talk too much, maybe they knew what the mission meant.

But none of them noticed that a figure had quietly left in the woods next to them.

Just as the group had been walking for about a quarter of an hour, there was a sudden sound of flutes in the woods. "Hall Master, how can there be the sound of a flute on this road, this sound is also too ugly, far worse than the sound of Jinse in the land of fireworks. The emaciated man just now walked up to the hall master and said. As the hall master, he is certainly much more alert than his minions. So he commanded the people around him, "Brethren are on guard, this voice is strange!" So the sixteen or seventeen men either put their hands on their weapons, or their hands held their weapons tighter, and their eyes kept scanning their surroundings, as if they would be struck by numerous fatal blows.

The tree-lined path meandered through the woods, accompanied by the desolate sound of the flute, which made those people sweat a lot, I don't know if it was because of nervousness or something. But think about it, behind them is the pearl of the leader of the Wild Wolf Gang, and if they are detected by the extremely bloodthirsty gang of the Wild Wolf Gang, their fate will definitely be dead, and their top will not be in a head-on war with the Wild Wolf Gang because of them.

The sound of the flute became clearer and clearer, and just around the corner, I saw a young man in soap sitting on a stone by the side of the path, blowing his jade flute as if no one was around, with a sword stuck in front of him.

Seeing this, the hall master made a gesture to signal the team to stop, and then the team unsheathed its sword, apparently ready to fight.

In this case, most of the other party is friend or foe, but they can't just do it without asking. So the hall master gave the emaciated man next to him a look. The man understood, so he stepped forward, and then said a little arrogantly: "Luoyumen is doing business here, and the idler immediately retreats. But the man on the other side seemed to ignore him and continued to play his flute. Seeing this, the hall master showed a wisp of ruthlessness on his face, but he didn't have a seizure, and then said in a voice that was neither humble nor arrogant: "Tang Bao, the hall master of the Jinlin City Branch Hall in the Yumen Gate, dare to ask Xiaoyou's name?" At this time, the soap-clothed man on the opposite side stopped playing, and then turned his head to Tang Leopard: "Don't ask." "Bold, do you dare to talk to the hall master like this, and live impatiently?" said the emaciated man. The hall master was extremely angry, but a cruel smile appeared on his face: "Then, what do you want to do?" The man in soap clothes had a calm expression from beginning to end: "Let that girl go, I'll let you go." "Hahaha, what if I don't want to leave?" Tang Bao laughed, and his subordinates all laughed out loud, they didn't think that the young man on the other side who was still a little immature could do anything. The man in soap was still expressionless, but he seemed to be helpless and said, "Originally, I didn't want to kill people today!" "Hahaha......" Tang Leopard's group laughed even harder. In their eyes, that little fart kid meant to kill a lot of people! However, according to them, they don't know if they dare to kill a chicken, let alone kill someone! After all, they have been wandering the rivers and lakes for so many years, and they have seen too many people who are so-called desperate heroes to save beauty, but this one is still pretending to be a thing. "Little fart, the hair has not grown, and you still kill people, go home and eat milk for a few years!" After speaking, Tang Leopard said to one of the people with a tiger's back and a bear's waist: "Xiong Lin, kill him, be neat, we still have to hurry!"

So, the strong man called Xiong Lin under Tang Leopard walked towards the opposite person with a hideous smile. Only then did the young man with the flute pin it to his waist and pull up the sword on the ground, but the sword was not immediately unsheathed.

The distance between the two sides is only about 20 steps, and between the two breaths, the two sides are only ten steps. But Xiong Lin didn't look like he was going to do it immediately, but stood in place. He held a sword in his left hand, his hands in front of his chest, and a contemptuous smile on his face, as if he didn't have the slightest worry about the doll opposite him who was still a green ass in his eyes, or he didn't take the doll opposite him seriously at all.

The young man on the other side walked step by step with a sword in his left hand, and when the two sides were ten steps apart, he suddenly accelerated and ran. Originally, Tang Bao still wanted to remind Xiong Lin and explained that he was hurrying up, and he was still grinding there. But in an instant, his face turned gloomy. I saw that the young man holding the sword suddenly accelerated when the distance between the two sides was ten steps, but he didn't see him draw his sword, so he ran directly to Xiong Lin, but after taking a look at Xiong Lin, he didn't look at him again. But it was that glance that Xiong Lin noticed the eyes of the guy opposite, it was a kind of look at the dead man's eyes, the murderous aura was not as heavy as the murderous aura of those of them who licked blood on the knife edge in the rivers and lakes, but the chill that overflowed from the eyes was something that none of them had ever had, as if it was a pair of Hades eyes, who looked at it, then he would definitely not live. Xiong Lin realized that the young man was not simple, but just as he wanted to draw his sword, the young man had already rushed in front of him. There was a flash of cold light, and he didn't feel the slightest pain, but for some reason, he didn't have the strength to react, and then he was deeply tired, and then he fell to the ground without hesitation, still clasping his hands on his chest. Xiong Glade was killed, only for about two breaths, and even some of them only saw a cold light, but did not see when the other party drew the sword, the only thing that could be seen was the silver-white long sword in the young man's hand that was still dripping blood, and the cold light on the sword body made their spinal cords chill.

Of course, Tang Bao saw clearly that the other party drew his sword, and as a second-rate master in the rivers and lakes, he could be regarded as the number one person. Seeing the speed at which the other party drew his sword, he already realized that this little kid was not simple, but despite this, he was still not afraid, and he had no intention of making a move. But alone, these of his subordinates will definitely be easily killed. "If you dare to kill me from the Yumen, you should really be cut with a thousand knives. Tang Bao said with a gloomy face. The people he brought with him were all his henchmen, and they were also almost all the strength of his branch, and it was a loss to die a single one. "Together, you guys will rip him off for me!" Tang Bao said fiercely.

So, a group of people under Tang Bao rushed over.

After killing Xiong Lin in seconds, the young man did not rush directly into the crowd, but stood ten steps away from Tang Leopard with his sword, and did not kill directly, not because of fear, now he can assassinate third-rate masters such as the door master and gang leader, then these masters who do not enter the stream, they are not afraid of a head-to-head duel. Seeing a group of Tang Bao's men rushing over, the corners of his eyes flashed, and the ruthlessness disappeared in a flash.

Eighteen years apart, at the feet of these practitioners, it is a matter between a few breaths.

But Tang Bao was not in a hurry, he thought that his subordinates were enough to kill the person opposite, so he had no idea of making a move. Then he saw something that dropped his jaw. I saw that the young man was not in a hurry or impatient, and he seemed to be moving very slowly, but he knew that it was not because of slow movements, but because he was swinging his sword too fast, Tang Bao only felt that the person was taking a leisurely walk, but the step to the left or right was just right to avoid the killing moves of his subordinates, and by the way, he killed the lives of other subordinates. Until then, he knew he wasn't the man's opponent and might have survived a few rounds in the past, but the end result would be the same. However, if he left like this, the master of the door would not let him go, and he would definitely shut him up forever. Because he knew that the ticket he did this time was the pearl of the leader of the Wild Wolf Gang, and when the door owner abandoned the car to protect the handsome, he couldn't do anything. But now let's think about how to get through this.

Just when Tang Leopard was thinking about it a lot, all his men had been killed. In less than a quarter of an hour, all of his men were dead. Although it expected it, it was a little scary to think about it now. However, when he saw that face, he realized that the man's combat power was not the most terrifying. At this moment, the person's face was calm, and he couldn't see any psychological fluctuations, but those eyes were like hungry wolves staring at their prey. I haven't felt this way for many years, Tang Bao cursed in his heart. At the same time, he was terrified to the extreme. It is normal for people to have some murders in their hands in the rivers and lakes, but when they look at this young man, they know that they don't know how many lives they have harvested in their hands. In order not to leak their news, it is normal to kill people and kill people.

"Hero, the villain has eyes and doesn't know Mount Tai, and he still looks at the hero Haihan!" Originally, Tang Bao planned to be tougher, so maybe the other party would be jealous, or appreciate his own courage, but after thinking about it in a moment, he made a mistake in this judgment, and that was death! So, Tang Bao still decided to admit it, didn't he say that he would not hit the smiling face with his hand!

Originally, Tang Bao had a lot of strategies in his heart, such as being old-fashioned, with eighty-year-old parents, three or four-year-old children, and five or six daughters-in-law in the middle.

Seeing that the person on the other side did not speak, he still stood with a sword in one hand, looking at him, his heart was furious, his back was cold, and even he saw that the king of Hades was waving to him, and the judge was waving his pen. Suddenly, he cried out in fright, and collapsed to the ground, which is not to blame him, anyone who faces death has to urinate, "Hero, hero, I was really wrong." Just as he was about to throw his words, he watched as the man retracted his sword magnificently, and at the same time wiped the blood from the sword, and then the man's eyes turned to the woman on horseback. Tang Leopard has been in the rivers and lakes for so many years, and how sharp his mind is, of course he knows that he is likely to live. So he hurriedly said: "Hero, hero, you take this woman with you, if there is anything, I will carry it for you, I promise that no one will know about it, and I am willing to guarantee with my family's life." As he spoke, he swore an oath or something. However, the young man interrupted impatiently: "Go away, if I hear again that you robbed a woman of a good family, you will not have a chance to have a second time." "Thank you, thank you, thank you, I promise not next time." After saying that, I felt that I wouldn't, and then I gave myself a resounding slap in the face, "I promise that there will be no next time, and I must go back and persuade my brothers to be like heroes, eliminate violence and peace, save all people from fire and water, and act chivalrous and righteous......" "Get out!" said the young man disgustingly! "Thank you, thank you, hero." After Tang Bao finished speaking, he didn't even look at his subordinates, and disappeared into the grass.

(4) More helpless

After dealing with Tang Bao and a group of people from the Yumen Gate, that person no longer meant to be stupid, so he walked straight ahead without saying a word.

The daughter of the leader of the Wolf Gang has not yet come to her senses, and one quarter of an hour is like a fish on an anvil, slaughtered by others, but the next quarter of an hour she is free. When she came back to her senses, she found that the boy her age, at least a boy in her opinion, had gone away. So he rode his horse and chased after him.

When I chased the man, I didn't know how to speak. Lin Qianxun is the name of the daughter of the leader of the Wild Wolf Gang. Lin Qianxun lost his mother when he was young, so his father doted on him since he was a child, and he also developed her brutal personality. Because even if he offends the gang leader, the gang leader will see that they have worked hard with him for many years or they are loyal, and may let them go, but if Xiao Qianhiro is unhappy, it is really called not begging for death. At this moment, Lin Qianxun is still very grateful to the person who saved her, but she can't say it now that she hasn't had the word thank you in her mouth since she was a child, but she also knows that if it weren't for that person today, she would suffer a lot. "Well, just now, thank you for saving me, I will definitely ask my father to give you a lot of rewards when I go back, what you want, I will definitely ask my father to give you something. Lin Qianxun finally spoke. Although her father is the leader of the Wild Wolf Gang, although the Wild Wolf Gang is a **, although she has grown up in the mud since she was a child, Lin Qianxun is not like his father or his father's group of subordinates. On the contrary, in fact, Lin Qianxun is only a ghost and spirit, except for being a little rude, but his heart is not bad. The man ignored her. Lin Qianxun saw that the man didn't pay attention to him, and he was not angry. "My name is Lin Qianxun, what is your name?" Lin Qianxun has a brutal nature, he doesn't speak, she wants to talk to him. He still didn't speak, and walked forward in silence. "Also, heroes have always acted when they see injustice, draw their swords to help, and do good deeds without leaving their names. Lin Qianxun didn't care about the horse after getting off the horse, and walked beside him talking to himself. Then he said in a chivalrous tone: "Dare to ask the hero's name?" and ran in front of him to block his way, and said with his hands clenched into fists. The man took a deep breath, as if to suppress the anger in his heart, and then stared at her fiercely, and walked around her. This is incredible, the daughter of the dignified Wild Wolf Gang Leader, she is famous, even if he saves himself, he doesn't have to be so faceless, right? Think of my dignified Wild Wolf Gang Leader Lin Qianxun, when did she give face so much? Lin Qianxun thought in her heart, but she is still sensible, if she comes hard, she will definitely not be able to beat him, and now there is no helper here, and he can't get him, but he is so faceless, he is really uncomfortable, and he must think of a way.

Lin Qianxun has her reasons for having such thoughts, since the other party saved himself, then he must have a reason to save himself, and seeing that he is so little to say, so restrained, he must have saved himself from the heart, since he has from the heart, then he will definitely not hurt himself, since he will not hurt himself, then what are you afraid of!

"I said this little brother, you are saved, save people to the end, send the Buddha to the west, I think you are planning to send me to my home safely, now I just want to know your honorific name, said that it is close to the next half a day that we can still chat, talk, relieve boredom, say farther, I will bring a big gift to visit in the future, to thank you for saving your life. You don't have to be so faceless, do you? Think I, Lin Qianxun, have grown so big, and it's the first time I've spoken to someone in such a low voice?" Lin Qianxun came up with a brutal spirit, as if she had already forgotten that she was still a mermaid in the first quarter of an hour. At the moment when Lin Qianxun just finished saying this, the man stole the bell with lightning speed, and the left thumb ejected the sword and put the length of a finger on Lin Qianxun's neck, and said coldly: "Don't think that if I save you, I won't kill you!" I tell you, if you are making noise, I will let you become a cold corpse!" In an instant, Lin Qianxun was frightened, but it was only a momentary thing, and in an instant she said stubbornly: "Okay, you kill!" Anyway, my life was saved by you, and if you kill me, you should repay your favor, just as if you didn't save me!" Lin Qianxun said, his head was horizontal, his eyes were closed, and he looked like he was being slaughtered by you. "You!" he was speechless. He really wouldn't kill her, because she was the same age as his sister, and his sister didn't know where she was now, let alone whether she was dead or alive, so she was moved by compassion for a moment before she came to the rescue. He doesn't care what kind of Wild Wolf Gang leader's daughter, or the hall master under the Luoyumen, he is in the rivers and lakes, alone, even if he is the enemy of the world? But at this time, he has nothing to say, or even helpless. He couldn't beat, scold, or kill her, because when he saw her, it was like seeing his own sister, and he couldn't just leave, because he didn't want to kill too much and let go of the hall master, who knows if he would bring someone again, otherwise he would have disappeared without a trace. "I would have killed that hall master if I had known!" he regretted for a while. This is not the most regrettable, this girl kept chattering, and he really had some doubts about whether he regretted saving her. Lin Qianxun saw that he didn't make a move, and guessed that he wouldn't do it, so he said with a villainous expression: "Look, I just want to ask you a few questions, after asking, I promise not to disturb you, I promise not to speak." Lin Qianxun was eccentric, and naturally noticed that the person thought he talked too much, but out of curiosity about him, and out of wanting to know more about him or so that her father could repay her, because she didn't want to owe anyone anything, so she came up with such a way. The man paused, as if intrigued by the proposal, but felt unbelievable, and looked at her with scrutinizing eyes. Lin Qianxu was suddenly stared at like this, and she blushed a little, but she knew the meaning of the other party's eyes: "Miss Ben is a good talker." "Ask!" said the man, succinctly. "What's your name?" asked Lin Qianxun as he walked comfortably. Don't ask. The man said, "Hey, what's wrong with you? Didn't you just say yes? I won't admit it in a blink of an eye?" This time Lin Qianxun was a little anxious, as if a child knew that he had been deceived. "My name is Mo Wen. He called himself Mo Wen. In fact, he is not called Mo Wen, since all his relatives, friends and villagers died ten years ago, he has made up his mind to take revenge, and on the day he can remember, he named himself Mo Wen, which means: Don't ask about others, and have a deep hatred. Of course, the details are still later. Lin Qianxun sighed, indicating that she understood, but she didn't know the reason why he was named Mo Qian, and then she was muttering to herself or asking him: "Is there anyone with the surname Mo?" After speaking, she saw that he didn't want to take care of herself, so she asked the next question: "Then why did you save me?" "Because I see that your age is the same as my sister's age." "You still have a sister?" "......." "If only I had an older brother, so that he could protect me when I am in danger." Mo Wen's body trembled slightly when he heard this, but he didn't notice that he had been discovered by Lin Qianxun. "Then where are you going?" Lin Qianxun asked after thinking about it. "Are you finished?" Mo asked, looking impatient. "After saying that, ask a few questions, isn't this still in the agreement?" Lin Qianxun quibbled. Mo Wen was going crazy, but he didn't know why, and he didn't want to upset her, "I'll go to Yunzhou City." Mo Wen took another deep breath. "My family is also in Yunzhou City, what a coincidence, then what are you doing in Yunzhou City?" Lin Qianxun asked excitedly in an instant. The corners of Mo Wen's mouth twitched. "I don't know!" Mo Wen said angrily. "Alas, if I had an older brother, he would definitely tell him what he was going to do!" Lin Qianxun sighed and said, as if he had sighed, anyway, Mo Wen, who had just been in the world, didn't know. "I'm going to do something!" Mo Wen replied a little frightened, he didn't know why, he didn't know why, he didn't know how many people chased and killed him in the first place. "So what are you going to do?" "I don't know" "If I had an older brother, he would have told me." "......." At this moment, Mo Wen had an urge to stab himself to death, he knew that he was too obsessed with his feelings for his sister, even if it was not his sister, because of that slightest similarity, he made himself feel compassion and let himself be subject to Lin Qianxun, and at the same time he didn't know why, he didn't want Lin Qianxun to be unhappy in his heart, he didn't know why. But Mo Wen knew that this would be devastating to his own assassins. If, in an assassination attempt, because of a momentary scene, or some people at that time made themselves feel compassion, the assassination failure was a small matter, and the big one could even lose his life.

Next, although Lin Qianxun was still chattering in his ears, Mo Wen turned a deaf ear, thinking about his own affairs, his own path, and his own life.

(5) Cloud Chinese food

Every prosperous city has its own famous restaurant, and the most famous restaurant in Yunzhou City is "Cloud Food". Someone praised the beauty of the song and said: "This song should be in the sky, and it is rare to hear it in the world." But it was changed by cloud food as a door couplet: this meal should be in the sky, and it is rare to taste it a few times in the world, and the horizontal couplet: cloud food. The self-confidence of Yunzhong Restaurant can be seen from this.

At this time, Mo Wen was dressed in soap-colored clothes, sitting in an inconspicuous corner of the Yunzhong Restaurant, enjoying the food alone. On the left side of the table is a jade flute, and on the right is a sword. Today is the time agreed with Xiang Yuntian, the owner of the Tibetan Sword Mountain Villa.

"I heard that the owner of the Tibetan Sword Villa, Xiang Yuntian, was killed last night!" The person who spoke was slightly obscene, skinny, and seemed to be a gentleman on the beam. He spoke softly, as if he didn't want anyone else to know. Although he spoke very softly, Mo Wen still heard it clearly. After all, the assassins must not only master the assassination, but also listen to the six directions and listen to the eight directions, so as to ensure the success rate of the assassination and ensure their own safety. Therefore, most Assassins have better eyesight and hearing than ordinary people. After hearing the news, Mo Wen's face showed a look of shock, and then his face returned to normal, and it seemed that nothing had happened, eating the food alone, but at this moment, he was already unpleasant. Attention has already been drawn to the table over there.

"What? you know, how do you know?" said the man's tablemate, his face shocked, but not very loud.

"Oh, Zhang Laosan, tell me how you heard about it first?" asked the scrawny man from earlier, curiously.

"I have a cousin in my family, who is an inner door attendant in the Tibetan Sword Villa, and it just so happened that yesterday I met him in the city to buy some things for the dead, at first I didn't think much about it, so I invited him to drink, and when the wine was half-drunk, I suddenly remembered this stubble, so I asked casually, and he said that he had leaked his mouth, and immediately told him not to leak it. I believed it seven or eight points, and I was surprised to hear you say this. "The man at the interface is of medium stature, and he looks very honest and honest, except for a mouth that is a little bigger, the rest of the features are not featured. Then he asked softly, "How did you know about this?"

The man who spoke first looked a little embarrassed, and then said: "You know, I usually don't have any skills, so I can only do a little bit of the gentleman's business. At that time, the wine worm was in the brain, so I didn't care about anything else, but the Tibetan Sword Villa was a famous faction, and I wouldn't do anything if I lost a few things worth a little money. So he went in, but as soon as he jumped over the outer wall of the Hidden Sword Villa, he heard a lot of noise in the villa, and immediately felt curious, so he dared to sneak inside for a distance, and wanted to talk about it, but suddenly heard something like 'There is an assassin!', 'The owner, the owner, ..... , followed by a burst of mourning, I guessed that it must be the Tibetan Sword Villa Xiang Daxia was assassinated, I didn't dare to stay any longer, so I didn't care about the addiction to alcohol, so I came out, in case I was an assassin, I would lose a lot. After a pause, he took a sip of wine, and then said to the other two with some righteousness: "I see that you are my best brothers, I just told you, don't harm me!" After speaking, as if they were a little incredulous now, and seemed to be a little scared, he drank two sips of wine.

The rest of the man who did not speak seemed to be a man with a little knowledge, who was dressed as a scholar, but instead of a white Confucian robe, he looked a little gray, and looked like a down-and-out scholar. After thinking about it for a while, he whispered to the other two: "This matter will rot in your stomach from now on, don't say it, at least don't let anyone know that this news came out of your mouth, for the sake of safety, you better leave Yunzhou, because I think the rivers and lakes are about to set off huge waves." ”

Zhang Laosan and the person who spoke first listened to the person who looked like a scholar say such a thing, and they couldn't accept it for a while, they were just those people at the bottom of the rivers and lakes, the so-called no wind and no waves, what leaves fall and the world doesn't know much about autumn, but they know that the person who looks like a scholar will not lie to them, so they don't know what to do for a while, just look at that person in a daze.

The scholar-like person saw the shocked expressions of the two people, and said: "I, Shen Tongshu, am also a reader, reading thousands of books, and I have asked many people who know about it, and when I should serve the country, it is just that my fate is not at the right time, and I will be down-and-out after all, but fortunately, the two brothers will not starve to death on the streets, so I want to remind the two brothers, I planned earlier." ”

The two people at the same table obviously didn't understand, and they still looked at him in a fog, so he went on to say to them: "I believe that Brother Tai and the two have heard some things in the rivers and lakes before, the master of the Earth Demon Sect, the owner of the Dark Blood Village, and the sect master of the Zhengxuan Sect were all stabbed some time ago, and all three of them were cut off their heads, if my expectations are good, it will be reported in a few days that Xiang Yuntian Xiang Daxia was stabbed and his head was cut." However, the Tibetan Sword Villa is not comparable to the second-rate forces of the Earth Demon Gate Dark Blood Village and the Zhengxuan Sect, and the Tibetan Sword Villa will definitely not let the people in the rivers and lakes tarnish the prestige of the owner of the Hidden Sword Villa, let alone affect the status of the Hidden Sword Villa, so the Hidden Sword Villa will definitely block this news. But there is no impermeable wall in the world, and sooner or later the news will get out, and then the person who spreads the news will accept the wrath of the Hidden Sword Villa, and that is not something you can bear. There is another reason, Yunzhou rivers and lakes were originally three-legged, in addition to the Tibetan Sword Villa, there are also Luoyumen and the Wild Wolf Gang, the owner of the Tibetan Sword Villa died, and the other two forces are bound to reshuffle the Yunzhou rivers and lakes, which involves a lot, and the three of us can't bear it, so this meal should be regarded as the wine of our mutual practice. So saying, he raised his glass, and drank it without waiting for them to clink glasses.

At this moment, the remaining two people at the table seemed to understand a little, and after drinking a glass of wine alone, and then talking to each other for a few words, their table members broke up.

Although the scholar spoke the softest, Mo Wen still heard all of his words, and he believed in the judgment of the scholar's appearance. But he was thinking more in his heart at the moment: he had made an appointment with the owner to meet him today, but he was killed last night, and the way he died may be the same as the way he assassinated the people before him. Why did the assassin assassinate Xiang Yuntian last night? As a first-class master, who could kill Xiang Yuntian in the Yunzhou realm? If Xiang Zhuang's death was the same as that of the people he had killed before, did it mean that someone had noticed his actions, or killed people, or planted blame? If someone noticed his actions, then who was he?

Mo Wen only felt a mess now, he could have solved the tragedy ten years ago tonight, but this problem was solved, so he decided to explore the Hidden Sword Villa tonight.

At this moment, a person came in at the door of Yunzhong Restaurant, and Mo Wen frowned in an instant.

(6) On fate

Looking at the person who walked in, Mo Wen frowned instantly, why did he feel like he was in a place every time he went to a place.

Yes, the person who walked into Yunzhong Restaurant at this moment was the old man who looked like a fortune teller with a sign in his hand, a professional-looking cloth bag hanging from his shoulder, and his goatee in the other. Just now, Mo asked if anyone had noticed him, but now Mo asked if it was this old guy who seemed to be a fortune teller.

The old fortune teller walked in the door, glanced around the hall, and saw a sword with a broken sword engraved on the scabbard on the left side of the table, and a jade flute on the right side of the sword. He noticed that Mo Wen noticed his arrival, and also saw Mo Wen's frowning brows, so a smile appeared on his face that ordinary people couldn't see. He looked away from the direction where Mo Wen was, glanced at the lobby again, and then walked straight towards the table where Mo Wen was. When he walked to Mo Wen's table, the old man didn't care about Mo Wen, but put his signboard on the wall near the table, put the cloth bag on his shoulder on the table, and after sitting down, he smiled and asked Mo Wen: "Dare to ask Xiaoyou, old man, can I sit here?"

At that time, Mo Wen almost sprayed the old man's face, or Mo Wen hoped that he didn't hold back the food in his mouth when he asked, and you old man sat down, put down your own things, and then remembered to ask me if you can sit? Why are you kidding me? As if I know you very well, Mo Wen scolded for a while, but it didn't show it on his face, and then he said with a smile: "The old gentleman is self-sufficient." Mo Wen put down the dishes and chopsticks, and after speaking, Mo Wen despised his smile in his heart, it was too fake.

The old man saw that Mo Wen was smiling and not smiling, and he felt funny for a while, but he still had that harmless smile on his face, and this smile made Mo Wen feel disgusted for a while, obviously such an amiable smile, how could it be on this old man's face? The fortune teller saw Mo Wen's expression at the moment, and knew what Mo Wen was thinking, after all, he had lived for too long, and the human spirit was not enough to describe his experience, so he thought about playing tricks on the little guy, after all, this is the old guy's only apprentice, no matter how he said that he was also the old guy's brother, how could he not give this little guy a little "meeting gift"? How could he not give this little guy a little "meeting gift"?

After thinking about it like this, the ben people said with the smile that made Mo Wen stomach: "The old man and you are quite fateful, and we can meet again in this place, the vast sea of people, meeting is fate, we have met several times, this is a great fate!" Mo Wen thought of it in his heart, but it didn't show it on his face, after all, this person gave him a feeling that it was not simple and even had a sense of intimacy, thinking of this intimacy, Mo Wen felt that there was no reason, and he couldn't understand it, so he could only comfort himself and be blinded by his smile. "The old gentleman has traveled all over the world, and it is indeed quite fateful to meet the boy, and I feel honored to be the boy!" Mo Wen also replied with a haha, which was quite meaningful. But for the fortune teller, these little meanings are just small meanings, aren't they just dissatisfied with himself for following him? The road is facing the sky, and each side is halfway down, who still tells whom it is not necessarily! It is also an honor to speak in the same tone as the old fellow, and to speak so with such prickliness, the fortune teller thinks so in his heart. But he was not to be outdone: "The old man came all the way to Yunzhou, just because Xiaoyou was in too much hurry last time and didn't have time to thank you for the roast chicken you presented, so the old man looked for Xiaoyou everywhere in order to send words of thanks." "Mo Wen is speechless in his heart at the moment, this cheek is really thick, he came all the way to thank me for the roast chicken I sent? Who believes it? Will I believe it? I don't believe it, and you still say, "People want to face trees and bark, this old guy...... Mo Wen couldn't find the words to describe the old guy. I didn't bother to talk to him, so I said: "Meeting is fate, respecting the old and loving the young is a virtue, like you, a person who has not passed away at an old age, should be respected, not to mention a roast chicken." Speaking of this, Mo Wen paused slightly, and then continued: "Even if it is two roast chickens, it is nothing!" Speaking of this, Mo Wen looked at the old man with a smile, a trace of smugness flashed in his eyes, and he thought to himself: Quarrel with me, you are so angry that your beard hangs upside down! Without waiting for the old man to answer, Mo Wen stood up and took out a broken silver from his arms and threw it on the table, then stood up and shouted: "Xiao Er, another signature roast chicken!" Old gentleman, you enjoy it slowly, boy, I'll go first! There is a fate to be there!" After speaking, a sly smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he walked out of the cloud meal with the jade flute and sword. It's not that Mo Wen doesn't want to talk to the old man who told the fortune to probe the old guy's tone, but in a few words, Mo Wen knows that the old guy is not simple, he doesn't want to make trouble, just investigate it himself, and there is another reason that he really can't stand the old man, I don't know what's wrong, he just can't stand it, he is gone at the moment, but he believes that the old guy will still find him, or meet him, so he is not in a hurry, so he walked out of the cloud meal and prepared for tonight's action.

The old fortune teller couldn't interject, couldn't fight back, felt aggrieved, and heard the little guy scold himself for being old and immortal, so he was even more angry, but for the sake of the little guy asking himself to give himself a roast chicken again, and he was gone, let him go for the time being. At this moment, Xiao Er of the restaurant brought up a roast chicken, then smiled and picked up the broken silver on the table, and said to Xiao Er: "Pack, don't look for it!" However, he looked at the little er with the broken silver and didn't walk away, still looking at him, the fortune teller looked puzzled: "What? too little?" The little two were expressionless, and then said: "Yes!" The fortune teller's face was expressionless, and he thought to himself, it's good to give it to you, but it's too little, so don't forget it, so he said: "Look at what, pack, change!" The shopkeeper looked at the old fortune teller's face with an atmosphere, and he was not happy, but he didn't dare to show it, so he said lukewarmly: "I still have change, and the food money is not enough! I still want to send someone to be the uncle?" "What? Not enough?!" The fortune teller heard a look of nonchalance on his face, and then whispered: "How long has it been since I came, and the price has changed so much?" But the fortune teller just heard Xiao Er's words, even if he was thick-skinned, he couldn't bear the old face red, and he hated that little guy so much that he gritted his teeth, he must have done it on purpose, deliberately didn't give him enough money, damn, he was pitted! The next time I see him, if I don't give him a little color, I will wander the rivers and lakes for decades in vain.

So, while cursing Mo Wen in his heart, his flesh hurt but his face showed a casual expression, but he took out some broken silver from his arms in a big way. If Mo Wen saw his expression at this moment, he would definitely lean forward and lean back with laughter.

(7) Ask the night village

Late at night, a shadow traveled through the Tibetan Sword Villa, if it weren't for the occasional gust of night wind blowing away the dark clouds around the moon, probably no one would have noticed that on this dark moonlit night, there was a shuttle shadow.

This person is Mo Wen.

As early as the last time he visited the Tibetan Sword Villa, Mo Wen had already hidden the architectural layout of the Tibetan Sword Villa in his heart, so this night visit to the Tibetan Sword Villa seemed a little familiar. As for those patrolling the Hidden Sword Villa, it was easy to avoid it, and although there were more people patrolling than the last time they came, they couldn't stop assassins like him.

Xiang Yuntian's study, which is the destination of Mo Wen's trip, is located in the right rear of the larger building in the middle, and the larger building is the reception and meeting hall of the Tibetan Sword Villa. There are guest rooms around the hall, and the number of guest rooms seems to be a lot, and it seems that there is no problem for each person to live in a room for a dozen people.

Xiang Yuntian is newly dead, and there should be no one else living in the guest room, so the route Mo Wen chose is to pass through the guest room on the right and arrive at Xiang Yuntian's study. If your tracks are exposed, you can jump out of the window facing the landlord of the Yuntian study, and through an open space, you can climb out of the fence. As for why not go in directly from the place where you went, because there are five or six Zhuang Ding standing guard in that place, although it is not troublesome to solve them, but it is more troublesome to expose their whereabouts and attract others. Passing out of the study, you can take advantage of its unpreparedness, be caught off guard, and quickly climb out of the fence.

When Mo Wen walked to the guest room on the right side of the hall, he suddenly had a sense of crisis in his heart, but in an instant, it disappeared. This is a feeling, although Mo Wen caught it, but he didn't take it to heart. Since the last time Xiang Yuntian was there, he was able to enter and leave the Hidden Sword Villa safely, and now that the first master of the Hidden Sword Villa is dead, is there anything else to worry about? So, Mo Wen didn't care about this feeling, but he subconsciously raised his vigilance, or rather, this is the instinct of an assassin.

In this way, Mo Wen cautiously sneaked to Xiang Yuntian's study, almost a quarter of an hour in between. There was no Zhuang Ding standing guard at the door of Xiang Yuntian's study, so he didn't care about it, so he went into the study. Just as he was about to look for it and see if he could find some useful information, he heard someone shouting outside the door: "Catch the assassin! Catch the assassin!" Mo Wen was surprised, and his heart was surprised, when he came to the Hidden Sword Villa for the first time, Xiang Yuntian didn't have time to find out for the first time, why was he found just after arriving at the study this time. Although Mo Wen was puzzled in his heart, his movements were not slow, and he jumped out of the east window in three steps, and rolled on the ground, just a few Zhuang Ding came from here with torches. Zhuang Ding is an ordinary guard, although he has some kung fu, but after all, for Mo Wen, it is still not enough. Just when Zhuang Ding found a black shadow coming out of the study, and was still instinctively stunned, Mo Wen took advantage of a roll of castration, and at the same time, with a force under his feet, he rushed towards those Zhuang Ding like arrows off the string, and those Zhuang Ding were either knocked on the head by Mo Wen with the sword butt and fainted, or were hit in the chest by the sharp pestle of the scabbard, making it difficult to breathe for a while and lose their combat effectiveness. The front and back are just a few breaths away.

After finishing those few Zhuang Ding, Mo Wen ran to a place three steps away from the wall between two breaths, just when Mo Wen was just ready to squat and prepare to jump up, he suddenly felt a gust of wind behind him, and he knew that someone had slapped him. If he continues to jump on the wall, he will inevitably be slapped by that slap, and as for the consequences, Mo Wen doesn't need to think about it to know that it will definitely be seriously injured. Because of the urgency of the palm, if you are other second-rate masters, you can't hide if you want to, and when you are just about to jump, you can see the viciousness of the eyes of the person who comes out of the palm and the wealth of combat experience. However, as an assassin, Mo Wen's body technique was his main practice for entering the second assassin realm, and as an assassin, his perception was beyond ordinary people, so Mo Wensheng stopped his jumping posture, then turned around like lightning, and jumped back by squatting, while holding his sword in both hands across his chest, hoping to block this palm. Mo Wen thought that after blocking this palm, he then moved to the corner of the wall, and then jumped straight to the top of the wall. However, Mo Wen underestimated this palm, and he didn't even think about how powerful this palm was.

Although Mo Wen reacted like this at the moment of danger, when that palm touched the scabbard, Mo Wen instantly felt a huge momentum acting on his arms, and then his arms bent involuntarily, causing the sword body to also hit his chest, and even Mo Wen was directly knocked away by this huge power palm and hit the wall.

After falling to the ground, Mo Wen wanted to stand up in the next moment and prepare for battle, but then he found that his legs didn't seem to be able to use force at the moment, so he could only use his sword to support him, half-kneeling on the ground, and couldn't help but have a sweet mouth, and then the corners of his mouth overflowed with blood, and he raised his head with an unbelievable and unconvinced look. Mo Wen knew that he was dead this time, life and death were only in that moment, if he was attacked by a sneak attack, he could not prepare for defense at the first time, then he would not be able to take the other party's next attack, as an assassin, he knew this deeply.

The person who came out of the palm obviously didn't think that Mo Wen could take this palm, although that palm only used eight points of his strength, but he was confident that this palm could make Mo Wen fall to the ground, so he didn't give Mo Wen a second blow at the first time. However, Mo Wen had lost his defensive ability at the moment, so he didn't care too much, a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he used five points of force to shoot towards Mo Wen's head, although these five points of force may not really be able to shoot Mo Wen's head, he also believed that Mo Wen had the ability to avoid the head, otherwise he would not have made such a quick and accurate countermeasure just now. If Mo Wen avoided his head in order to protect himself, then Mo Wen would be injured and injured, because Mo Wen no longer had the ability to dodge this palm, at most he only avoided the vital point, and at that time, Mo Wen would no longer be able to escape, which was also the result he wanted, so he did not kill him.

That palm has already been patted.

And then at that moment, the mutation took place.

At the moment when the man took out his palm, a slightly emaciated figure fell from the wall, and I saw that he also pushed out with one palm, and his right palm was opposite the previous one, and then both of them took three steps back. The emaciated figure just stopped beside Mo Wen, grabbed Mo Wen's collar with his left hand, carried him over the wall, and disappeared into the darkness after a few flashes. When Mo Wen was carried and jumped on the wall, he turned his head and took a deep look at the person who had palmed before, only to see that the person was strong, he looked like he was in the prime of life, dressed in black, wearing a mask, and he couldn't see his face clearly, but that figure was deeply remembered by Mo Wen, and he told himself that one day, he would repay today's hatred.

From Mo Wen rushing out of the window to Mo Wen being rescued by a sudden person, it seemed to be a long time, but it was only seven or eight breaths before and after.

The person who had come out of the palm before wanted to catch up, but he was already at least six steps behind, and it was too late to chase. Moreover, at this time, he also heard Zhuang Ding gradually surrounding him, so he took a deep look at the direction in which Mo asked them to disappear, and in a few steps, he disappeared in place and returned to his guest room on the right.

At this moment, a person from the Hidden Sword Villa arrived here first, and then also looked at the direction in which Mo Wen disappeared. After a while, Zhuang Ding of the Hidden Sword Villa surrounded him with a torch, and when he saw this man, he saluted: "Second son, are you okay? Dare to ask where the assassin is?" The man replied without looking back: "The assassin has been wounded by me, but he was rescued by his companions, and I can't catch up." Look at other places, lest you fall prey to their tricks of diverting the tiger from the mountain. ”

(8) The second son

The reception hall of Tibetan Sword Villa.

A middle-aged woman sits on the main seat, wearing a white head, a little white hair mixed with black hair, and her eyes are red and swollen, but she still can't hide her graceful and luxurious temperament, she is the only wife of Xiang Yuntian, the former owner of Zangjian Villa, Zhao Yu. The first person sitting on the left was the young man who was called the second son of the Tibetan Sword Villa that night, this person was dressed in filial piety clothes, but his face did not look the slightest sadness, and what appeared in his eyes was the desire of Chilulu, this person was Xiang Yuntian's only son Xiang Yunfeng. The first seat on the right is empty, and the rest of the seats are only a few people seated, and everyone is either dressed in plain clothes or wearing white scarves. But there are four people sitting on the left except for the second son, and only three people sitting on the right.

The hall was silent, no one spoke, and there was no sound of private discussion.

The so-called second son, who seemed to be waiting a little impatiently, turned his head and glanced at the second person on the left to speak.

After the second person on the left received the signal, he stood up and prepared to speak, he first bowed deeply to the middle-aged woman on the throne, and then said: "Madam, the owner of the village has died, please mourn and change." ”

However, when the middle-aged woman heard the man speak, she did not say much, and still sat upright in the main seat.

Seeing this situation, the man didn't know whether to continue to speak, and then turned his head to ask for the second son's signal, and after getting the second son's subtle nod, he seemed to be bold, and then stepped forward and said: " Madam, the old owner has died, at this time the immediate election of the new owner is disrespectful to the old owner, but the country can not be without a monarch for a day, and we can not be without an owner for a day, otherwise it will not only make the Jianghu people laugh, but also have an impact on the current three-legged momentum of Yunzhou. After hearing this, the middle-aged woman turned her head, glanced deeply at the person who spoke, and then glanced at the person on the left with her spare eyes, then took a deep breath and replied in a deep tone: "Then, in your opinion, who should be the master?" The second son has both ability and political integrity, and the first in the whole village of martial arts, and is the biological heir of the old owner, it is reasonable for the second son to serve as the owner of the Tibetan Sword Villa, and we will be under the leadership of the second son, the spirit of the old owner will be carried forward, and the prestige of the Tibetan Sword Villa will be far and wide. After speaking, the man saw that the second prince gave an appreciative look, and he was very proud in his heart, thinking that when Xiang Yunfeng sat in the position of the owner of the village, then his status would also rise, and when the time came, it would not be impossible for one person to be above the whole village. When I was still proud in my heart, I heard the man sitting in the second place on the right stand up, saluted respectfully to Zhao Yu, and then said: "Madam, the old farmer has just been killed by a traitor, and the top priority at this time should be to find the murderer and break his body into ten thousand pieces, so as to tell the old owner that the spirit of the heavens is really not appropriate to immediately establish a new owner, otherwise it will be disrespectful to the old owner!

Xiang Yunfeng, the second son on the left, heard someone speak against him, and his face flashed fiercely, but he didn't speak, just sat quietly, and motioned for the person before to continue talking.

The person who spoke before, named Wu Xiong, was also a character who followed Xiang Yuntian to work hard in the early years, and his martial arts were okay, but he had a lot of thoughts and was relatively powerful, and when Xiang Yuntian was alive, there was nothing to think about, and now he is on the side of the second son, Xiang Yunfeng.

Wu Xiong heard that someone objected, and got a signal to Yunfeng, so he said: "Of course we have to find the murderer, but the new owner should also be established early, the second son was originally the beloved son of the old owner, and the son inherited his father's business, and it should be, I believe that the old owner also hopes that his beloved son will inherit his father's business as soon as possible to avenge him." Moreover, Luoyumen and the Wild Wolf Gang have been eyeing the territory of our Hidden Sword Villa, if there is no leader at this time, and the unified dispatch is in the center, then the position of the Hidden Sword Villa in Yunzhou is in jeopardy. After speaking, he turned his head to the person who had spoken out against it before and continued: "Do you want the power that the old owner has worked so hard to give away like this?

The second person on the right is named Zhou Wei, who is also part of a group of people who worked hard with Xiang Yuntian in the early years. This person is honest and honest, loyal to Xiang Yuntian and Tibetan Sword Villa, and at the same time he has a bold personality, and he can't get used to Wu Xiong and some other people's intentions, so he didn't sit on the left. Zhou Wei stood up, saluted Zhao Yu, and then said: "Who said that there is no person in charge of the Tibetan Sword Villa? The old owner of the village is powerful in the rivers and lakes, and he is one of the best heroes in the rivers and lakes. Mrs. and the old owner have been silently supporting the old owner behind the old owner for decades, it can be said that Mrs. is also a heroine among women, and it is not impossible for Mrs. to be in charge of Zangjian Villa, you dare to say that there is no person in charge of Zangjian Villa, where will you put your wife? Where will you put the old owner? Where will you put the Hidden Sword Villa.....?" Before he finished speaking, Wu Xiong noticed the gaffe, and his face turned pale in fright, and then he said to Zhao Yu without hesitation: "Madam, I'm sorry, I, I ....." Before he finished speaking, he heard Zhao Yu speak: "Okay, you don't have to say it!" Although the tone of his voice was light, it carried undoubted majesty. After a pause, she said again: "All of you here are the core figures of the Tibetan Sword Villa, and I know your loyalty. I know what you mean. It's just that the top priority now is to find out the murderer of the deceased husband in order to pay tribute to the spirit of the deceased husband in the sky, and the rest of the matter is to wait until the eldest prince returns, and you have discussed and decided. In the past few days, I will be in charge of the Hidden Sword Villa, everyone here, are you okay?" After speaking, Zhao Yu first turned his head to his son Xiang Yunfeng, and gave him a reassuring look, and then saw the joy on his face instantly, and suddenly felt sad and helpless in his heart, and then turned his head and glanced at everyone present.

As soon as Zhao Yu finished speaking, Xiang Yunfeng stood up first and said, "Obey your mother's orders!" Then several people present also stood up and clasped their fists and said, "Subordinates obey Madame's orders!" Zhao Yu saw that no one had any objections, and there was no sadness or joy on his face, so he said: "Okay, since there are no objections, then listen to my orders." First, issue a reward order for the murderer, offering a reward of 100 taels of gold for the murderer's head, a reward of 1,000 taels of silver for providing the murderer's whereabouts, and a reward of 100 taels of silver for providing clues to the murderer. Second, restrain the internal and external personnel of the villa, and do not make trouble at will. Third, widely distribute invitations and invite people from the rivers and lakes to participate in the ceremony of the old owner entering the soil. Go!" all the people in the room replied, "Yes!"

I don't know when, the rivers and lakes spread the dress of the real murderer who killed Xiang Yuntian Xiang Daxia, it is reported that the murderer's appearance is unknown, but the only thing that can be noticed is that he has a jade flute pinned to his waist.

However, at this time, Mo Wen didn't know that he was already "famous"!

(9) Old-timers

More than ten days have passed here, although the rivers and lakes have been surging.

In an unknown mountain forest, there is a thatched hut, surrounded by dense trees, which is tightly shaded, and it is difficult for anyone to find another thatched hut here without careful searching. The hut was unusually rudimentary, with only one bed, and in the left corner there was a bamboo chaise longue on which an old man was napping.

Mo Wen woke up from his drowsiness, glanced around the hut, and found that his sword and jade flute were standing on the wall, and he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and he found the person who was napping on the bamboo chair, this person was actually the old fortune teller who laughed and made him feel a little cold. I have mixed feelings in my heart. To be exact, he didn't have a deep relationship with the old fortune teller, but he invited him two roast chickens, or one of them, and he even pit the old man when he was the second. When he was the first one, he just wanted to get out as soon as possible, and he saw that he was an old man, but he definitely didn't have the slightest idea of wanting to make friends in his heart, because Mo Wen just felt that the old man was a deceitful and cheating gang, and even hated and disgusted the old man, but it was the old man he hated and disgusted that saved himself when he was facing a life and death crisis, otherwise he would really confess to the Tibetan Sword Villa. Mo asked himself if he was not afraid of death, but he couldn't die, because he had a deep hatred of blood, those simple villagers in the small mountain village, and his own family, if he didn't take revenge, how could he dare to die.

Mo Wen sat up, and then coughed, he quickly covered his mouth, wanting to reduce the noise, not wanting to disturb the rest of the fortune teller. During the time he was injured, he could clearly see that it was the old fortune teller who was busy taking care of himself. Although he is not in the deep world, he feels the warmth deeply.

However, the fortune teller still heard it, he did not get up, but turned around, glanced at Mo Wen, and saw that his complexion had almost returned to normal, so he said: "You kid can finally get up, I thought you died in my thatched hut!" Mo Wen The internal injuries he suffered this time were indeed very serious. Mo Wen himself could clearly feel the palm at that time, that palm shook his qi and blood, and even caused great trauma to Mo Wen's heart, if there was no fortune teller, even if Mo Wen escaped, he might have died from this serious injury.

"Thank you for the life-saving grace of the seniors, I can't repay the boy, if there is a place to use the kid in the future, please be sure to speak up!" Mo Wen got out of bed, bowed to the fortune teller who still didn't get up, and then solemnly thanked and promised. The old fortune teller stretched out on the recliner, and then sat up sleepily and said in a tone that could not help but be light: "Old man, how dare I call you? As long as you don't cheat me!" Mo Wen heard this, his face was slightly embarrassed, and then he said apologetically: "Boy, I didn't know Taishan before, I offended my seniors, and I still hope that my predecessors Haihan!" The fortune teller old man didn't seem to appreciate it, and then said in a cold tone: "Senior, senior, it's awkward to listen to! Just like that old guy when he was young, he has a set on the surface and a set behind it!" Mo Wen was about to speak, but unexpectedly the fortune teller man continued to speak: "By the way, what is your name?" "Don't ask under this!" Mo Wen replied! When the fortune teller heard this, he muttered for a while, and then said strangely: "There is also a name for Mo Wen?" Mo Wen replied: "Mainly because of the two words I thought about myself, don't ask about the others, and have a deep hatred! Don't ask black and white under the sword! Take the word Mo Wen as a sexual name, the most important thing is to remind myself!" "So that's the case!" The fortune teller old man suddenly thought for a while: This kid takes the deep hatred ten years ago very seriously! I don't know if this is a good thing or a bad thing! Then he continued: "Now there is something that needs to be done by you!" Although Mo Wen was a little unaccustomed to hearing it, he still replied respectfully: "As long as the kid I can do my best, the kid will definitely do it!" Hearing this, the fortune teller old man seemed to be a little proud in his heart, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and then said: "Old man, I am a little interested in your jade flute, but I don't know your ......." The fortune teller didn't finish his speech, but it was not difficult to guess the meaning of it! At this time, Mo Wen was a little embarrassed, this jade flute was left behind by his father. As for how it came about, Mo Wen didn't know, after all, Mo Wen was only seven years old ten years ago, and Mo Wen only had those tragic and bloody pictures ten years ago in his heart, as well as sporadic fragments of family happiness. Therefore, in Mo Wen's heart, the jade flute is no longer just a simple jade flute. However, the fortune teller is his savior, and he just promised that as long as he can, he will definitely do it. Mo Wen gritted his teeth, walked to the head of the bed, took the jade flute in his hand, kept stroking it, and then ruthlessly, handed the jade flute to the chest of the fortune-telling old man with respectful hands, and said: "Since the seniors like this jade flute, how about giving it to the seniors!"

Originally, the fortune teller didn't think of this idea, but he suddenly saw the jade flute at the head of the bed, and thought that Mo Wen would carry this jade flute anytime and anywhere, and expected that Mo Wen would cherish it very much, and then he opened his mouth to ask for the jade flute. How do you know that Mo Wen will really give! No way, the old fortune teller thinks that he has lost. I was also a little aggrieved in my heart, and said in a somewhat angry tone: "Who is rare about this broken jade flute of yours! But do you know that the people in the rivers and lakes are looking for you now, and some people who are not in the jade flute have died tragically and miserably! I don't want to work hard to save you, and then I will waste my energy in vain!" Mo Wen only heard the meaning of the fortune teller that the old man was not uncommon with the jade flute, and he didn't seem to hear the others, so he said: "Thank you seniors for your concern, life and death are fateful, and you can't force it!" As he spoke, he withdrew the hand holding the jade flute. However, at this moment, the fortune teller old man was quick to catch his ears, snatched the jade flute into his hand, and said with a wicked smile: "Who said I don't want it? Not rare is not rare, not rare does not mean not wanted!" Mo asked for a while, and it was not easy to say much, so he opened his mouth and decided to leave: "Since this is the case, then this jade flute will be given to the seniors, if there is nothing else, then the kid will leave!" Why, old man, I worked hard to pull you back from the ghost gate, and you left like this?" Mo asked helplessly for a while, but he didn't have much temper, after all, the other party saved his life: "I don't know what else the seniors commanded?" "I don't have any orders, you just have to go now!" The fortune teller couldn't find a reason to keep him, so he played helplessly! After Mo Wen heard this, he was helpless for a while, what the hell are you, don't let me go, and there is nothing I need to do, if it wasn't for the fortune teller old man who saved his life, Mo Wen would have had a seizure a long time ago! But at this moment, Mo Wen forcibly pressed the helplessness in his heart, and still asked respectfully: "Senior, you have saved me, I want to repay you, if you need me to do something, go to the soup and go to the fire, you will not give up! However, you don't give me instructions, and you don't let me leave, what do you mean?" The fortune teller old man also knew what Mo Wen was thinking, so he said: "That's it, I'm not bullying you! Aren't you going the way of the moment? If you can hurt me a single hair in the next day, I'll let you go down the mountain, if not, you just stay on the mountain obediently, how about it?" Mo Wen pondered for a while in his heart, the fortune teller old man must have unfathomable kung fu, just take that palm, you can see that although I was seriously injured at that time, I can feel that neither side used all their strength. Therefore, if he goes head-to-head, he will definitely not be his opponent, and since he dares to say so, he must be completely sure. Besides, he knows my whereabouts well, from the Earth Demon Gate to the Hidden Sword Villa, it seems that I am in his field of vision at all times, otherwise he would not have saved me at such a dangerous time! I am near me all the time, but I have not noticed it, this is not something that ordinary people can do! Even if I reach the second realm of the assassin, I can't hurt a single hair of his hair at all, and this agreement cannot be agreed!

After thinking for a moment, Mo Wen replied: "Senior, please don't play tricks on me, the seniors' martial arts are unfathomable, and it is impossible for the kid to be extinct and hurt a single hair of you." But boy, I have a deep vendetta, and I really don't want to stay here for long, so I'm sorry for the old man!" he said, and walked to the bedside and left with his sword.