Luzhou City, south of Jingzhou, north of Bianliang, west stands the famous Lingshan, the east can go all the way down the water to the two Huai Jiadi.

There is Taiyuan in the north and Fuzhou in the south, all of which are places where the world's heroes gather and disperse, and all kinds of information emerge in an endless stream. But if you want to count the most circulating place of martial arts news in Zhongzhou, it is none other than Luzhou.

There is a teahouse in the city, the shop is open to the extreme, occupies a piece of seventy or eighty feet square on the most prosperous street in Luzhou, builds a four-story house, and then opens a flag the size of the emperor's car cover on the roof, engraves a simple "tea" word, flutters with the wind, stands outside the city of Luzhou for several miles can see clearly.

Although the price of the tea sold is no different from other places, there are several different places in the teahouse, from the table of eight immortals to the curtain to the accord, and so on, but it takes care of the flat-headed people, the shy prodigal sons of the rivers and lakes, and the temperament of those families.

Therefore, the small teahouse is not inferior to the rivers and lakes.

A few days ago, it was rumored that outside the city of Fuzhou in the south, there was another first-class swordsman who raised a knife to call for thunder, and people couldn't help but marvel at how the rivers and lakes had recently emerged one after another first-class masters. However, in the blink of an eye, Duan Hunttian, who was called the sword and thunder, disappeared without a trace from everyone's sight, and no matter how well-informed Bai Xiaosheng was, he didn't know where he had gone.

All sorts of gossip came into being. It is said that Duan Hunttian practiced the sword technique hard to take revenge, and now that he has achieved great strength, he will naturally go to find the enemy. Some people also found out that a few days before Duan Hunttian's disappearance, Nie Junhuai, the second-in-command of the Nie family, passed by Fuzhou, and couldn't help but wonder if Duan Hunttian's disappearance was related to the leader of the Northern Martial Arts.

In this river and lake, there is no shortage of legends. But since there are predecessors who can erase the legend of a peerless swordsman like Luo Jianqi, Duan Hunttian will naturally not be able to escape. Within a few days, the small teahouse spread like a storm in a village called Duxiu Village near Miaojiang, which was slaughtered by all people.

As soon as the news came out, people were terrified. Although Luzhou is still far away from southern Xinjiang, the destruction of this village came a little too suddenly, and it can't help but remind people of a friction between the Great Song Dynasty and Miao Jiang not long ago about the concubine Xu Rong. Many people of insight immediately concluded in the teahouse that this was an omen of Miao Jiang's counterattack, and the so-called missing Dailou Duyun must not be dead. Otherwise, how could Dailou Sangyu, who has always respected strength, live in the position of King Miao for two whole months?

Just when the scholar in the Confucian shirt and scarf was knocking on the table to make an impassioned statement, behind a beaded curtain, Zhao Wu'an couldn't help it after all, and squirted out the hot tea he had just drunk.

"Slow down, slow down, boss. Hu Buxi diligently handed over the silk scarf and wiped the wet droplets on the neckline for Zhao Wu'an.

"If you let him go a few rounds under Dailou Sangyu, I don't know if I dare to say that again. ”

Zhao Wu'an put down the hot teacup in his hand and couldn't laugh.

"Oh, these rancid Confucian students are this virtue. He was afraid that he had never set foot on Guangnan Road in his life, and he could still be so reasonable by hearsay, no matter what he did. Hu Buxi waved his hand, with a look of boredom on his face.

There are curtains on all sides, and there is a small table in the middle of the two, three or two tea cups, all of which are full of strong tea with golden color. Tea to the cup along the seven minutes, fragrant and rich.

Outside the curtain, there are low or high voices of conversation everywhere, some talking about meat and vegetables in the market, and some talking about the general trend today.

The small teahouse is like a delicious river and lake.

The two of them sat behind the curtain, listening to the buzzing voices in the hall, and at the same time, they secretly spoke to each other with internal force, but they didn't need to care about the noisy environment outside.

"However, the boss should also feel that he has not come to the wrong place, right? Although there are more stunned people here, the news is still much more timely than Huaixi. The last time I heard in Luzhou that someone in Kunlun was going down the mountain, so I hurriedly went to Jiuda Temple to find you, and sure enough, there was no news over there. ”

Zhao Wu'an frowned lightly and groaned: "No, now that I think about it carefully, it seems that until a long time later, there is no news of Kunlun coming from Huaixi. It's like those Kunlun disciples disappeared halfway down the mountain. ”

Hu Buxi couldn't help but be dumbfounded when he saw that he hit a stake again, and hurriedly remedied: "But at least we know that Duxiu Village was slaughtered!

Zhao Wu'an sighed: "Although this is a helpless thing, I still don't understand who did it." ”

"Don't you even need to think about it? Whoever built this village, of course, it was his opponent who destroyed it. ”

"Dongfang Lian Mo is obviously taking advantage of this village, so is it Xie Hui? Or is it because Ning Dantong revealed the truth about Duxiu Village, causing Dongfang Lian Mo to destroy it personally?" Zhao Wu'an said in a low voice, "Don't forget, who we met the day we left Duxiu Village. ”

Hu Buxi was slightly stunned, and the hand holding the tea cup involuntarily tightened by half a minute. He tilted his head and laughed: "Boss wants to say Nie Junhuai, but he is just a first-class master, that is, he wants Yue to drink and have fun, I still don't believe it, can I suppress my little knife from the sheath?"

There is a legend in the rivers and lakes that Nie Junhuai has a clean breeze on his sleeves and is upright.

This is not a false praise, but a real reference. The Nie family's Wangyue sword is in Nie Jun's sleeve, which can create an awe-inspiring righteousness comparable to the creation of heaven and earth, and the two sleeves are surging, and they can drive a hundred feet straight like a dragon, and the power is no less than Hu Buxi's half-mile sword.

Although Hu Buxi has always been free and uninhibited, there is still a bit of competitiveness in the bloodline of the Jianghu people, otherwise he would not have been so young and would have landed in a wonderful world.

Therefore, when mentioning Nie Junhuai in front of him, Hu Buxi was still a little resentful that he had not been able to fight heartily, which was the same as Duan Hunttian.

Zhao Wu'an smiled faintly and said disapprerovitically: "The Nie family listened to the dispatch of that martial arts alliance master, this is something that the entire rivers and lakes know well, right?"

Hu Buxi showed a thoughtful expression, folded his hands on his round belly, leaned back in the chair, and nodded thoughtfully, "However, except for the old man surnamed Jie, I'm afraid that the entire rivers and lakes can only obey the orders of the martial arts alliance master, right?"

"Since I left Jiuda Temple in the ninth year of the Heavenly Sage, I have been intercepted and killed by the Black Cloud Society dozens of times, and two of them are from the Lingshan Sect, and they are both well-known inner disciples. Zhao Wu'an said lightly, "Although Xie Hui has never intended to take my life, and even under the deterrence of Yuwen Guhang, he does not dare to take my life, but the two Seventeen Pavilions under his command are still sending them to the door one after another to find death. ”

"So what do you want to say, boss?" Hu Buxi was at a loss.

"Xie Hui is the leader of the underworld, and he can't restrict his subordinates in some things, after all, people are difficult to control. Zhao Wu'an said slowly, "In the same way, Dongfang Lianmo is not only a leader of the righteous path, but also a little unable to drive others. And the Nie family has been helping him as early as when he took the throne, and until now it is also the leading family in Northern Martial Arts. ”

Zhao Wu'an said it vaguely, but Hu Buxi can be said to be a typical example of a point that can be understood at one point, and immediately said: "So, the Nie family is not sincere in cooperating with Dongfang Lianmo, but destroying Duxiu Village, is there another plan?"

Zhao Wu'an nodded and shook his head.

"After all, Dongfang Lianmo left a Duxiu Village in southern Xinjiang, if it was just to trap the descendants of the Tang family, it would obviously be a bit of a fuss. He is the leader of the martial arts alliance, and he uses a knife to kill chickens. ”

"So, why did Duxiu Village fall, is the problem......" Hu Buxi couldn't help but fall into contemplation again, and the fingers on his belly swayed in order.

Zhao Wu'an said: "In addition, we also met the disciples of Lingshan that night, so it is not difficult to guess that there is a rumor about Duan Hunttian that is true. He may really have really gone incognito and entered the Nie family's team. And that group of Nie family members went south, probably to slaughter Duxiu Village. ”

Before Zhao Wu'an's words fell, a loud earthquake sounded at the door of the teahouse.

Looking through the curtain, it turned out that a person wanted to break into the door of the teahouse directly on a horse, but he failed to control the horse's stride, causing the horse under his crotch to plant his head on the threshold.

After all, the horse was stable on all fours, and one heel would not fall, and he stumbled and stood firm. The man on the horse was caught off guard, and was suddenly thrown off the horse's back and fell heavily to the ground, which can really be said to be shocking to those who saw it.

But he didn't expect that the man just stiffened his body, so he immediately jumped up from the ground, danced the paper in his hand like a nobody, and said with flying eyebrows: "Big news, big news! The matter of the twilight village in the south has been found out, and it has been found out!"

"What, I found it!?" "It's so fast?" "Which adult in the DPRK took over this case?" "Tell me more about ......"

For a while, the crowd was buzzing, the small teahouse was as lively as a battlefield of thousands of troops and horses, and the messenger who rode in and fell on his heels seemed to be the main general in the army.

Seeing that the man cleared his throat, unfolded the crumpled white paper in his hand, and read aloud: "The secret report from Varan that the thief Lan Zhouzi, who has always made waves on the sea and is arrogant, has come ashore from Fuzhou!"

"What!" "The man entered the Central Plains without making a sound...... and exclaimed again for a while.

And the first thing he did when he came ashore was to find a random village to slaughter, showing his lawless ambition. The letter reader looked serious, "It happened that the Nie family went south to find the whereabouts of the bones of the master of the sword of Huan, and twenty miles outside the village, they caught a glimpse of a thunderbolt rolling over Duxiu Village, and they knew that something was wrong, so they sent someone to test it, but found a blue sail flag!"

Immediately, someone slapped the table and said, "Who is Lan Zhouzi? Although there is very little information, we should also know that he does not kill people without making a fool of himself, how can he slaughter the entire village overnight?"

"Why are you in a hurry!" the person who read the letter yelled at him, "The people of the Nie family said that in addition to a man in black wearing a mask who went on a killing spree under Lan Fan that night, there was also a swordsman who waved his hand to summon the thunder to fall suddenly!"

The house was in an uproar.

Can summon the sky and thunder with a long knife, in that south, except for Duan Hunttian, who else can there be?

For a while, the seats were full of clothes, but it was so quiet that the pins could be heard.

Just as the reader was very satisfied with this silent scene, a gauze curtain slowly lifted upward.

The woman in the curtain is half old, but her waist is still slender, and her figure is quite plump and enchanting. She quietly lowered her eyebrows, not even glancing at everyone in the hall.

Behind the curtain, a man who looked like a prince of a family folded the fan in his hand, straightened the folds of the gold and white shirt on his chest, and said with interest: "You just said that it was news from Valan?"