Xiong Zhenqing ran, the fortune teller chased after him, and between the flying leaves and tiles, he struck with a countersword. The fortune teller resisted for a moment due to the urgency, and the two stood still, and the fortune teller's hands were dripping with blood. Xiong Zhenqing saw the person he didn't want to see the most, and said, "It's you again, why do you always destroy my good deeds." ”

The fortune teller still said the old saying that has not changed for thousands of years: "Because you are Xiong Qingyun's son, and your mother is Weng Rujuan." ”

"Who are you, I don't need you to say this, who are you, what do you want to say to me. Xiong Zhenqing knew the result earlier, and now he endures humiliation and burden, just to practice the "poisonous evil sword technique" of seven steps and one kill, this kind of martial arts is still effective for himself. So he clenched his sword and thought to himself, "This man will only destroy my affairs and kill him." ”

But when the evil demon came, the righteous spirit was not extinguished, so he asked one more question: "Why did you shut up and not answer when I asked about this?" I don't want to know why, you chase after it. Ridiculous, ridiculous, we are not related, you are a flat pole blocking the road - the width of the pipe. ”

"Qing'er, I'——。 "The fortune teller wanted to say something, but suddenly he couldn't say it, so he slurred so much that he became incoherent.

"Don't call me so kind, I don't know you. Xiong Zhenqing hated him very much, and he had the intention of killing earlier, but he really wanted to hear what else he could say about his body.

"But I know you, and you have a carved bear on your left hand. The fortune teller said to him in a forbidding manner, as if he wanted him to abandon evil and follow good. But this person doesn't understand his inner world. What is good and what is evil does not have a clear concept for him, so his entanglement can only make Xiong Zhenqing feel a reaction, so that he is angry.

Zhenqing tore off his clothes to reveal Zong Xiong on his arm, and said, "How do you know everything about me? It seems that you can't stay in this world." ”

He tried his best to disguise himself, just because he was afraid that he would be known by the world. If he wants to be the best killer, then he will kill all the people in the world who know him, and the friends who endanger his identity. Even if the fortune teller was his father's best friend, it was nothing else. Without waiting for him to say more, he shook his body and stabbed with a sword. If the fortune teller is not sensitive, a sword in the heart will be pierced through the heart and die. He reluctantly coped with the battle, Xiong Zhenqing patiently maneuvered with him for twenty or thirty moves, only to let him retreat, but the fortune teller knew that he was timid, and he had no intention of retreating. The fortune teller protected himself, Xiong Zhenqing couldn't bear it, so he used poison gas, but he was also stopped by his banner.

Xiong Zhenqing was even more annoyed, and he used the essence of the poisonous evil sword technique The first move, which cut off the fortune teller's flagpole. He made a second move and cut off the fortune teller's right arm. He stabbed him with a sword, and the fortune teller was dripping blood from his left hand and his right arm was broken, and he was about to take his life.

But at this time, he controlled his long sword, and Xiong Zhenqing finally didn't have the courage to look up at him.

After a while, the fortune teller said, "Why don't you stab it in." ”

Xiong Zhenqing said with a sneer: "That's because I still want to give you a chance, who are you, tell me quickly." ”

The fortune teller laughed, and the laughter grew louder and louder, and he turned the power of pain and blood into laughter. The laughter was filled with love, resentment, and pity. Zhenqing was disgusted that this person was too abrasive, and said with the intention of leaving: "Your crow voice will not be as good as a magpie when you laugh." ”

When the fortune teller saw him leave like this, he couldn't help but stimulate him and said, "Don't care who I am, you first understand who you are." ”

"Who am I, yes, who am I now, why am I killing, my enemies, my friends, everything around me is nothing. Xiong Zhenqing didn't want to hurt this person, but hurt him instead. This made him, who was already a little conscious, even more numb.

The fortune teller seemed to be betting his life with Xiong Zhenqing's mood, and laughed again: "People who don't even understand yourself, and ask others, do you know how to write the word shame, do you know the weight of the word hate, you can continue to be confused." You know everything about yourself, and instead of looking for an opportunity to avenge yourself, you blindly obey and avoid facing your reality. You're a coward, you're an incompetent bale of straw. You don't want to be told by me, you have a hidden pain in your heart for a long time, then let me tell you who it is, you are a murderer without blinking, you are a chess piece in the palm of someone else's hand. You are a man who thinks of a thief as a father, who is unfaithful, unfilial, unkind, unjust, and insane, and you are a fool who does not know what is going on, and who does not know what to do. ”

Zhenqing laughed and said: "Pain, the pain of scolding, I haven't scolded me like this for a long time, I think that except for the head of Yang, who hated iron and steel, he scolded me like this, and you are the second person in my life to scold me like this." Happy, I know that you have good intentions for me, and I know that you want me to understand one thing, so you say it! It's up to me whether you do it or not, and it's up to you to say it or not. ”

The fortune teller saw that he was obsessed and still wanted to be a murderous pawn of the Demon Sect, and he decided that he was powerless, and said, "Okay, I have been living for so many years and I have been waiting for this day. ”

He told him in detail how Hua Wuxian had assassinated his father, and told him all in one go. But Zhenqing did not move and mourned, and there was no change in mood and form. He said that he liked to listen to it or not.

The fortune teller said angrily: "I have said so much, don't you still have any more to mourn? Don't you believe me? Do you still want to go on like this?" ”

Zhentian was silent, and the fortune teller said: "Hua Wuxian is the murderer of your father, I am your own uncle, I was present at the time and I saw it with my own eyes, and I was lucky to escape at that time, so I was barely poisoned." ”

Zhenqing closed his eyes, as if the boredom just now was gone, but asked surprisingly calmly: "Have you finished speaking, the story you made up is so good, it touched my heart, if this story is not over, I am willing to continue listening." ”

The fortune teller heard this sentence like a thunderbolt, and he said it for so long, full of resentment and hope for so many years. In Xiong Zhenqing's eyes, it was just a story, a joke, such a person was too ruthless, such a person was too lonely, could such a person really be his dream of becoming his own number one killer? As if a venomous stab had pierced his throat, he spat out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground. Zhenqing smiled slightly, as if the spring breeze had drawn a deep note on his face.

What came to his mind was the scene of Hua Wushu saving him when he had no way out, and he turned to leave, but he stopped. He thought of the head of Yang, remembered the story that Uncle Zhao Hengli told him, and remembered the brothers who lived together in Wudang Mountain, all of which could not be returned, and he still had not cleared up who killed Huang Jiekai's junior brother, as well as the relatives who helped Huang Jiefei find him.

He recalled the half of the jade that Huang Jiekai handed him before he died, the other half of the jade, he seemed to have seen it somewhere, and it seemed that that person was by his side, so he left quietly.

But he had a lot of fluctuating emotions along the way, and said: "Senior brother will definitely find the real murderer, and I believe that the real murderer is moving around him." ”

He put it in his arms and walked away, and gradually the night left a faint color of blood.

"Where are we going now, the head of the sect?" Wu Bolun asked, "The world is so big that there is no place for our Wudang faction. ”

"Why be compassionate?" Qiu Yun asked, "Now we have two paths to take, one is to go to Peach Blossom Island, and the other is to go up to Kunlun Mountain. ”

Yang Minghao pondered: "Kunlun Mountain is far from Wudang. ”

Qiu Yun asked rhetorically: "But Peach Blossom Island is not a place for us to stay for a long time!"

Yang Minghao said: "Yes! Now there are more than a dozen disciples and your three senior brothers, where are we going, we are weak now." ”

Qiu Yun expressed his opinion and said: "It's not going to Peach Blossom Island, it's the four great swordsmen of Song Dashan, if the old playboy is willing to help, it will be easy to recapture Wudang." ”

Huang Wanyi suddenly said when he heard Mao Sai: "Senior Brother Qiu's words are reasonable. ”

Yang Minghao said: "Okay! Go to Peach Blossom Island to show to Pharmacist Song and ask Senior Zhou to come out of the mountain." Besides, if Senior Brother Zhang of Kunlun Mountain comes out with us, then the Ting Dynasty will have an opportunity to take advantage of it, and won't it be caught up in our care? And Peach Blossom Island is far away from the land of right and wrong, easy to defend and difficult to attack, and it is a good place for us to borrow troops. ”

As they walked, Yang Minghao was seriously injured and did not recover. They walked less than 100 meters to the gap between the two mountains, and some of them stood on a high place and laughed, and when they looked closely, this person was the thin man under Grandpa Li.

He raised a smile, and had already set up an ambush and said, "Master Yang, you will die here!"

He waved his hand and said, "Release the arrow." ”

For a while, 10,000 crossbows were fired in unison, as dense as rain. The rain shot for a while, and I didn't want King Li Tie to try an arrow at Yang Minghao, and those Taoist priests were encircled and took care of themselves. At this time, the long arrow shot directly at Yang Minghao, if it weren't for Wu Bolun's quick eyes, I was afraid that it would be Yang Minghao who fell in a pool of blood. Wu Bolun was killed by a hundred arrows, several other disciples also fell, and four or five others were injured.

Yang Minghao knew that he was not capable of the enemy, and he didn't dare to take the initiative when he thought about it, so he said, "Go back." ”

The thin man of Chai and the five masters of the palace Baolong clan descended at one time, and more than a hundred masters fell down like a boulder. It became a scene of sword fighting. What remained was that the elite strength of Wudang was naturally not easy to defeat, and after about half an hour of fighting, those masters in the official mansion fell to the ground one by one, because their tricks were the same, as long as they found flaws, they were defeated like a sharp knife splitting bamboo. Seeing that there were not many people, and that they were injured and their martial arts were not as good as others, they said, "Go." ”

Li Tiewang calculated it early in his heart, and said: "It's a good job, that is, let them go to Kunlun Mountain to lure that Tianzun out, and then our court can make a difference." I told them a group of stinky Taoist priests earlier, don't gather to make trouble. In the first battle of Longhu Mountain back then, they were asked to make three chapters of the law, but they were really disobedient, so let them suffer another loss, and they would have a long memory. ”

Such a fight stopped, and Qiu Yun said: "The road ahead has been blocked by officers and soldiers, and it seems that my road to Peach Blossom Island will not work." Now we have to save the head of Kunlun Mountain. ”