was shocked to hear the death of a generation of martial arts master Mr. Jin Yong, a thunderbolt from the sky, and the heart was broken......

I was lost, my heart was empty, and a strong idea arose to write a book of traditional martial arts, so I started writing......

At the age of 94, Jin Lao can be called a generation of grandmasters, "Jin Gu Huangliang", influencing several generations, writing swords and swords, and interpreting the heart of chivalry.

The great man of chivalry is for the country and the people, and the little man of chivalry is chivalrous and righteous.

Warm a pot of sake and boil a sword.

When it comes to martial arts, Jin Gu Huang Liang can't avoid the name, however, the masters are all ancient.

Jin Lao has been crisscrossing the rivers and lakes all his life, or smiling proudly in the rivers and lakes, or writing swords and enmity, a volume of "Flying Snow Shoots White Deer in the Sky, and Laughing Books and Heroes Lean on the Blue Mandarin" vividly presents martial arts like a picture scroll, and it burns the glory of the entire martial arts era.

Generations of martial arts masters have traveled far away, lamentingly, it means the end of the martial arts era, the decline of martial arts, and the complex types of works derived from the times.

I wish to use my pen, the dog's tail to continue the mink, to write a volume of legends of the rivers and lakes, I dare not compare with the pen of the master, but to our deceased martial arts, pay tribute to the master, and the wish is enough!

The masters of the Taidou are all ancient, and the heart of the chivalrous bones is immortal.

Yes, a traditional martial arts book, paying tribute to my predecessors, I don't expect good results, but in order to express my respect for the martial arts master, I will insist on finishing the book.

Above, worship!

"Lang Huan Pavilion" looks forward to my brothers and sisters helping me to fulfill this wish!

"Lang Huan Pavilion" Chapter 001 Blood Splattered in the Sky (Sample)

"Kill!"

At the sound of an order, the sword light and sword shadow, the shuttle figure, the tide surged from all directions.

The breath of Xiao killing shrouded the sky, and the suppressed murderous aura made people feel suffocated.

Dressed in a green shirt, the young Tang Qin, only sixteen years old, was holding a Xuantie heavy sword, and blood oozed from the corner of his mouth.

The dark iron heavy sword in front of him was stained with blood, and dripped down the blade to the ground.

Ten miles of wilderness, corpses all over the field, rivers of blood, the sun and the moon have lost color, and his sword has killed many pursuers.

is just a young man, but he was chased and killed by various factions of the martial arts, and the six doors of the imperial court and Dali Temple sent eagles and dogs to intercept them.

Because in the young Tang Qin, there is a shocking secret hidden - the whereabouts of Lang Huan Pavilion.

For many years, whether it is the rivers and lakes or the imperial court, they have coveted Langhuan Pavilion for a long time.

Legend has it that Lang Huan Pavilion is a cave house where many books are inhabited by immortals, collecting the world's peerless martial arts secrets, and it is also a collection of dossiers for governing the country and the country.

Therefore, Langhuan Pavilion has become a blessed place for the imperial court and rivers and lakes to admire.

However, as for the specific location of Lang Huan Pavilion, no one knows.

Some people say that in the ethereal Penglai fairy land, some people say that in the mountains and rivers of Wuyue.

There are different opinions, and there is no specific geographical location.

Three months ago, the young Tang Qin, who first set foot in the rivers and lakes, armed with a Xuantie heavy sword, killed the eight wicked people who were full of evil, and at the same time, killed Shen Lin, the secretary of the current court.

No one pursued the life and death of the eight wicked people, because they were notorious and everyone was condemned, and no one pursued the death of the official Shangshu, because his position was high and powerful, covering the sky with one hand, looting the people's fat and ointment, and the people all gritted their teeth with hatred.

But someone recognized that sword, the dragon sword from Langhuan Pavilion, the news spread far and wide, and in just three months, the people who chased and killed Tang Qin were decent demons and foreign clans in the imperial court, and there were countless people.

One is to find out the whereabouts of Lang Huan Pavilion, and the other is to snatch the Dragon Yin Sword in his hand.

"Tang Qin, hand over the Dragon Yin Sword, say the fall of Your Excellency Lang Huan, spare you from death!" Nie Zhen, the first master under the six doors, folded the stainless steel folding fan in his hand and pointed at Tang Qin, who was dying.

Duan Yuan, the deputy secretary of Dali Temple, sank the wrist of the lancet in his hand, and snorted coldly, "Hmph, such a thief, killing so many people, everyone will punish him, how can he stay in the world!"

Shaolin Temple Bodhi Zen Master waved the Zen staff in his hand, his eyebrows blew in the wind, and he also sighed: "Amitabha, good, good, Tang Shizhu, put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the ground!"

"The thief kills innocents indiscriminately, everyone goes up together, why bother to talk to him about the morality of the rivers and lakes!" Wudang Lingxu Dao Chang shook the dust, deceived himself and went straight forward, approaching a few steps.

Tang Qin glanced around at these so-called martial arts righteous paths and imperial court eagle dogs, with cold faces, sneered at them with pity, and sneered: "Just rely on you jumping clowns, dare to make a big deal of nonsense in front of the master?"

"Kill!"

The arrogant young man's words completely angered this group of besieging Jianghu and court masters, and in an instant, Nie Zhen's folding fan, Duan Yuan's lancet, Bodhi Zen Master's Zen staff, Lingxu Dao Chang's dust, and the swords and weapons of the rest of the masters all swept towards Tang Qin.

On the ground, Tang Qin's face sank, his eyes were angry, the dragon sword ran like the wind, and several swords stabbed out, turning into sword qi.

"Bang dang!"

Mars shot out, and a strong cyclone bloomed from around Tang Qin, like a tsunami wave, and with a dull loud sound, all the masters who were besieging it shook away.

Nie Zhen, Duan Yuan and the others all swept backwards and flew down into the air.

"Poof!"

Tang Qin opened his mouth and a mouthful of red blood spurted out wildly, staggered a few steps, his true qi was almost exhausted, and the dragon yin sword in his hand reversed, and the tip of the sword hit the ground, supporting his body to prevent him from falling.

His eyes were scarlet and bloody, like a demon, and his sharp eyes swept over the besieging masters.

"Don't be afraid, he's already running out of oil, on!"

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Thank you very much!

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