It was getting dark, and the small shop was closed. No one buys a doll at night, unless it's a dead person.

In the room, I couldn't see my fingers, and the old woman lit the lamp.

"Damn Lu Xingyun. Asked me to come here and dress up as an old woman. See how I clean him up next time. The old woman in gray clothes, sitting in front of the dresser, dragged her chin and said. The expression seemed to be a young girl with a spring in mind. It's just that the wrinkles on her face make people dare not imagine that this is an action that an old woman should make.

Tianyin Jiaofang, inside Li Tianyi's room.

Li Tianyi's room is simple and tidy, in addition to a guqin on the table, there is also an old painting and a pipa hanging on the wall.

At this time, Li Tianyi was sitting at the desk, looking carefully at a book, a very thick book. The candlelight shone on Li Tianyi's face, looking very hideous, although he was smiling.

Li Tianyi was very serious about a name, and drew a circle with a red pen, and this name turned out to be Lu Xingyun. Then, another marker was made. Judging from the red marks printed on the back, it seems that a lot of such marks have been made. After doing this, Li Tianyi stretched his waist and closed the book.

"Lu Xingyun. Do you know, Deadwood Sword, Ryazan?" Zhuge Xiaoye took a big sip of wine.

"I don't know. I've just heard of it. Lu Xingyun doesn't care whether he knows or doesn't know, he still drinks his wine, and this year, Lu Xingyun has an extra hobby, that is, drinking.

"I don't know. Zhuge Xiaoye said with some disappointment.

"I didn't know each other before, but I knew each other later. Could it be that you have any ideas?" Lu Xingyun felt that Zhuge Xiaoye seemed to have something to say.

"Uh. Neither is it. If Ryazan is killed and a fake Ryazan comes out, won't we know and won't know?" Zhuge Xiaoye lay on the grass.

The grass was still a little sun-warm, even though it was the middle of the night.

"Huh. I don't know, Ryazan, but it does. Lu Xingyun took out the Nebula Sword and said.

As soon as Zhuge Xiaoye saw the Nebula Sword, he knew what Lu Xingyun meant, so he stopped asking questions and continued to drink.

July 27 is less than a month away. Central Plains City has long become a hot spot in the rivers and lakes, and many people will walk towards Central Plains City one after another in these days. On the way, Lu Xingyun had already encountered some. The martial arts conference is not a trivial matter, and for the people in the rivers and lakes, it is absolutely an honor to be able to participate in the martial arts conference.

It's just that coming to the martial arts conference at such a time is undoubtedly the most unsettling in people's hearts. It's better during the day, but it's not so pleasant at night. You know, so many people were killed at night.

At the very beginning, Jin Tao, the leader of the Martial Arts Alliance, also organized people to investigate, but the situation was not as simple as imagined. Since Jin Tao stopped interfering some time ago, this investigation has been over.

However, what many people don't know is that Lu Xingyun has long been involved. The strange sound of the flute, the left-handed swordsman, and the death of so many people, everyone has a feeling that the mud bodhisattva crosses the river and cannot protect himself. Who cares about the lives of others?

However, the world is so wonderful, there are always so many people who are nosy, even if he doesn't look for trouble, things will find him by themselves, obviously, Lu Xingyun is such a person.

A strange flute sounded suddenly in the middle of the night. Like a pebble, breaking the silent surface of the lake. The sound of the flute is flickering and fluctuating, and against the background of the darkness, the sound of the flute is even deeper, as if it is a whistle blown from hell, which makes people very afraid and confused.

Lu Xingyun suddenly became smart, and hurriedly turned over and rushed in the direction of the flute. Zhuge Xiaoye was also awakened by such a flute sound, and disappeared in place in an instant.

"Just because of this, you still want to kill me. It's a joke. The Iron Fan Boy, dodging the fierce swordsmanship of the man in black, said loudly.

Iron Fan Boy, naturally, knows the power of that murder organization, and has also heard someone mention that unpredictable flute. Therefore, the iron fan boy has long used internal strength to seal the ear acupoints.

But what the prince of Tieshan didn't expect still happened. The sound of the flute not only did not stop, but became more erratic, even if the iron fan boy sealed the ear points, the strange flute sound that was different from the ordinary flute sound still made the iron fan boy's movements slower and slower, and his eyes became more and more confused.

Finally, a line of blood appeared on the right neck of the Iron Fan Boy. At this point, the sound of the flute has also stopped. Lu Xingyun wondered very much in his heart, how could this flute sound be continuous? Although it was different from the tone of the ordinary Gong Shang Jiao Zhengyu, it could still be heard as a flute song. Even from such a distance, Lu Xingyun had a sense of being summoned, and that feeling did not belong to him at all.

Until he died, he didn't know how the man in black killed him, and he didn't know where the strange flute sound came from.

"How's that?" asked Zhuge Xiaoye.

"Dead. Lu Xingyun looked at the iron fan boy lying on the ground and said.

The death of the Iron Fan Boy is the same as that of Long Tianxiao, and the only difference is that the flute is a continuous song.

Maybe the Iron Fan Boy himself doesn't know how important his death is to Lu Xingyun or the world's martial arts.

"It's hard to do. It's really the flute of the life. Lu Xingyun whispered to himself. The appearance of this flute music made Lu Xingyun quickly think of the record of a flute music in the ancient book given to him by Sancai Jushi.

There has never been a shortage of anecdotes on the rivers and lakes, but recently, in addition to this mysterious murder organization, the most talked about people is not the dead people, nor the upcoming martial arts conference, but a monk, a monk named Master Yunsheng.

On the second day of the seventh month, on the upper floor of Furong in Huayang City, a monk in a white monk's robe sat there, looking like he was twenty-six or seventeen years old. If not, his head is very bright and bright, if he is not carrying a string of Buddhist beads, if not, there are only two plates of vegetarian food on the table, a bowl of rice and a pot of tea, who would think that he is a monk. However, if all this is not, it has already shown the fact that he is really a monk.

Therefore, now it can only be said that this monk is not simple, because this is the Furong Building. Why did the monk come to the Furong Building, this is indeed very strange. But it didn't say that the monk was not allowed to come to the Furong Building, so the strange thing was just people's thoughts.

There is no shortage of guests in Furong Building, all that is lacking is monks. However, now there is such a monk sitting in the Furong Building, a monk who is not simple.

Many people looked at this handsome monk curiously, but the monk never looked at them. is still, eating his own food, his movements are very elegant, like a lady.

People in the world say that if you see a monk, you will be unlucky, but now many people are eager to see a monk, a monk named Master Yunsheng.

"You say, could he be the Yunsheng mage?" said a man holding a paper fan, and the sword boy in Huafu glanced at the monk.

"He is so young, how can he be Master Yunsheng. Besides, Master Yunsheng is a high-ranking monk, and since he is a high-ranking monk, he should be the kind with a white beard and eyebrows, full of wisdom. The middle-aged man sitting opposite the boy in a fancy costume gestured as he spoke. I wish he had seen Master Yunsheng.

"Hmm. Makes sense. The boy in Huafu also nodded yes. However, he glanced at the monk again.

"Wu Yun, do you want Master Yunsheng to give you a talisman?" said the man sitting opposite the young man in a gorgeous costume jokingly looked at Wu Yun, who had just come back to his senses.

"Huh. Wu Yun shook the paper fan and smiled bitterly, "It's not that I want it, don't you Cao Chong want it." ”

Cao Chong took a sip of wine and didn't answer, but his eyes glanced at the monk.

Seriously, don't say that Wu Yun and Cao Chong want the talisman given by Master Yunsheng, even if it is Lu Xingyun, Zhuge Xiaoye also wants it. Who wants to die? In this extremely terrifying period, a little-known monk suddenly appeared, and the entire martial arts was like grasping a life-saving straw, who didn't want Master Yunsheng to guide him through the maze and tide over the disaster.