The autumn rains are frozen, and the late summer rains are not mild.

The rain at night in late summer is even more cold, on the forest path from east to west in the small Taoist temple, the rain is dripping, because it is night, so in addition to the sound of rain and frogs, it is actually very quiet.

There was a black shadow walking on the path with an umbrella, the black shadow seemed to be hunched over, but it walked lightly, and each step could be taken several feet, like an immortal.

When I looked closer, it turned out that the person was wrapped in a black robe, and he was probably carrying a bamboo basket or something behind him, and he couldn't see his face clearly, and his body was still a little thin, and he looked no more than four feet tall, so it turned out that he was a dwarf.

Obviously, his target was the small Taoist temple called "Xingyuan Temple".

The old viewer had already pushed the door out before the person entered the Taoist temple, and as the man slowly approached the cabin step by step, the old viewer turned his hands into fists, and the expression on his face changed more and more fiercely.

The black shadow quietly approached the door, but he didn't plan to knock on the door, just stood in front of the door, and opened his lips lightly: "Mo Laoqi, don't come unharmed." ”

The voice was cold and soft, with a lazy hoarseness, but it couldn't hear men and women, as if people were in a trance for a moment, only to feel that when the voice sounded, the heavens and the earth seemed to change color.

It's raining harder.

The rumbling thunder suddenly sounded, and a flash of lightning flashed by, reflecting the face of the black shadow, probably because of the darkness of the night, so the face of the black shadow was extraordinarily pale, a pair of eyes were sunken deeply, and the lips were not bloody, looking like a dying man.

"Mr. Mu, long time no see. The old viewer seemed to grit his teeth and said this, and the two were obviously separated by a wooden door, but they seemed to have met.

Mr. Mu stood motionless outside the door, but the door opened by itself, perhaps because of the strong wind?

The hoarse voice sounded again, and Mr. Mu raised his left hand, it turned out that he was still carrying something in his hand, it was a bloodless head, but there was still confusion and horror in his eyes.

"Please ask Mr. Mo to send this head to Jiangzhou Xindaomen, and bring a message over, saying that Young Master Xie has been killed, and the murderer is Lu Tingyu and Lu Xiaogongzi of Jingling City. Mr. Mu stood in the middle of the courtyard in the rain.

The wind is blowing harder and stronger, and the wind and rain are just that.

The old man's face had returned to normal after Mr. Mu entered the door, he looked at the head, and asked a little distractedly, "Young Master Xie, how did you die?"

Who says the most dangerous place is the safest place? Sometimes, no place can be safe.

"Naturally, it was killed. The shadow spoke impatiently.

"Mr. Mu, after this thing is done, can you give Lao Yu a chance to live in seclusion in the mountains and forests?" the old Guan Master, nicknamed Mo Lao Qi, said with some pleading.

"Oh?" the black shadow seemed to hear something interesting, he suddenly raised his head and stared into the eyes of the old watcher, laughed, and suddenly snorted coldly, "Mo Qing?

After a pause, the dark shadow continued, "Do your job well, at least you can live well." ”

With that, the shadow turned back, walked out of the courtyard and closed the door, just as he had done before he came.

The heavy rain was still falling, hitting the apricot tree in the middle of the courtyard, knocking down a few branches, and the old master Mo Qing stood under the eaves in despair, at a loss.

It's also strange to say, the black shadow said so many words in the small courtyard just now, and even scolded him, it stands to reason that He Xiaonian couldn't have heard it, but he slept like an ordinary dead pig.

It is said that when a person's reputation is great, the weak person can naturally protect himself with the name of this person, and the branches and leaves of the tree can provide shade for the hot crowd.

But when the fire comes, the big tree can't even save itself, so how can we talk about the crowd under the tree?

......

Heavy rain overnight, so the morning will be exceptionally cold.

He Xiaonian rubbed his inexplicably drowsy head, a little strange, he had been out for three or four days, He Xiaonian had slept so soundly for the first time, He Xiaonian, who could wake up even a cat on weekdays, didn't hear the rumbling thunder last night?

"It rained last night?" He Xiaonian wondered, he had no impression.

Mo Qing chewed the steamed bun that he had just put in his mouth, and muttered, "You didn't hear the lightning and thunder last night?"

He Xiaonian was blinded, why did he sleep so dead last night?

It's good to sleep dead, I don't know anything, otherwise he was woken up last night, and it is estimated that he would not be alive today.

Mo Qing ate and drank to his heart's content, said to He Xiaonian, and then returned to his room, wrapped the head that already had some taste, if it wasn't for the soft heart of the black shadow last night, He Xiaonian would not have just slept to death.

The dwarf wood family doesn't like blood the most.

This is probably one of the few people in the underworld forces who don't like to see blood.

But just because you don't see blood doesn't mean you don't kill people.

The people he killed were enough to form a small country, and the decent forces in the rivers and lakes were afraid of it, and they did not dare to encircle and suppress it at all.

The power of the rivers and lakes is like this, and the temple is naturally even more unbearable.

As a result, the Mu family has become the evil god of the entire rivers and lakes, and it is even more terrifying than the Fallen Demon Sect a hundred years ago.

Mo Qing shuddered when he thought of this, but if he thought of the organization behind the Mu family, it was not as simple as being afraid.

Although the strength of the Mu family is only unstoppable in the rivers and lakes, any person in Yunzhong Mountain can easily deal with him, because the difference between qi and self is the difference between cloud and mud.

Therefore, the people in the rivers and lakes are just afraid of the Mu family, but they are extremely afraid of the organization behind the Mu family that knows no inside information, just like people were afraid of the Abandoned Demon Sect a hundred years ago.

Do you know what death is?

Are you afraid of death?

Do you know what it's like to kill someone for the first time?

Have you experienced that life is worse than death?

Has your heart ever died and come back to life?

Anyone who is captured by that organization, even if you are a warrior who is not afraid of death, will still give in there, even if your heart is dead, it is useless, they have a way to make you submit.

Maybe you've experienced the feeling that life is worse than death, maybe you know how uncomfortable it is for you to kill for the first time, or maybe your heart is dead and makes you more unbreakable, but for that organization, it's useless.

They are the devils, they have countless ways to make people their puppets, and because they are mysterious and unknowable, the entire martial arts rivers and lakes only have unknown fears for that organization.

Mo Qing knew that organization and had also been tortured, so he only had resentment towards that organization.

Fear? Maybe he had experienced that kind of torture, and he didn't know what fear was.

"Mr. Mo, are you there?" He Xiaonian was knocking lightly on the door outside the door.

Mo Qing turned around, put the package away without a trace, and then walked to the door and opened the door.

Looking at He Xiaonian's outfit, Mo Qing was a little surprised.

"Are you going to go?"

"It's a shame to bother the old gentleman for many days. He Xiaonian said politely.

"Don't bother, don't bother, Benguan can have a little friend here, it can be described as vibrant. ”

"The old gentleman is polite. ”

"In this case, the old decay is not forced to stay, it just so happens that the old decay is also going to go far away, although it is not the same road with you, but it can also send you to the gate of Jingling City, He Xiaoyou will wait for the old decay for a while. With that, Mo Qing went back to the house and took his bags.

Just go.

Anyway, he is the only one in this temple.

Just after the heavy rain, the road was still muddy, Mo Qing walked behind He Xiaonian and locked the door of the Taoist temple by the way, and looked back by the way, the figure of the Mu family seemed to be there.

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The tea restaurant was closed for three days, and Lu Ruan, the old city lord of Lingcheng, personally wrote an urgent letter and sent it to Fengyang Mountain to apologize, and also brought a can of Longjing tea from Daze, which is not disrespectful.

It's just that Xie Jin, the master of the Xindaomen, heard that it was an old tear, and the white-haired man sent the black-haired man, this tone was naturally unbearable, so he took the ten-year worship of the Xindaomen as the purpose, and asked one-third of the killers of the Qiushui Temple to dispatch, just to chase and kill one person.

That person is the king of the Snow Mountain, a nightmare in the eyes of the Huns, and his name is the wolf boy - Ah Xue!

......

The surrounding area of Daliang is the northeast border to be precise.

There is a country there, and its name is the country of children.

There is a mountain in the children's country, called Bulang Mountain.

Bulang Mountain and that Fengyang Mountain, it is not an exaggeration for the two families to say that they have a feud......

"Haha, Fengyang Mountain is also provocative. The old man looked at the information sent by the spies, and couldn't help but feel relaxed, and even the tea in the cup was a lot sweeter.

The old man put down the tea in his hand, and with a wave of his hand, he called outsiders in, "Tell me to go down, and keep Ah Xue no matter what." ”

"Yes. ”

"This time, there was a good show. The old man laughed heartily.

"Dad, I heard that this was killed by a wolf boy?" a woman in a brocade jade skirt stood behind the old man and asked softly.

"Oh, why did he come to the Central Plains?"

"I heard that I received a message. The woman was not sure of her answer.

"The message, the one we received?"

The woman nodded.

The old man frowned, this message, almost everyone who is a little famous in the martial arts has received it, and the content of the message is actually very simple: The dragon has appeared, and the knife is out of the Central Plains.

In just eight words, it attracted everyone in the rivers and lakes to take sides, even Ah Xue from the north came, the dragon treasure knife, how many years ago the legend was turned out again?

"I really don't believe it, old man, a dragon knife, even if it is a treasure knife, but it has been a hundred years of vicissitudes, can it still turn out flowers?" the old man said disdainfully.

I think back then, when the Lost Demon Sect was not left behind, the major forces of the martial arts fought because of this knife, and in the end, an unknown scholar slashed the courage of the people in the rivers and lakes with a wooden knife, and included the Xialong Knife in his bag.

And just when the people in the martial arts wanted to inquire about the secret of the dragon knife, the nameless scholar threw the dragon knife back to the rivers and lakes, while he carried a newly created knife like Yun Zhongshan to challenge.

In the end, although it failed, but the legend of the dragon knife and the knife has been spread in the world to this day, the knife is called bamboo slips, it has a scabbard called the bamboo pipe, so that it is the world's best!