Wudang Golden Dome, at dawn.

Dressed in green clothes, a long sword, the clouds and mist are churning, and the sun and the moon shine together. As the sun rose, I saw a handsome young man in a Taoist robe, with a vigorous figure dancing the long sword in his hand on the top of Wudang. Looking at his age, he is only about twenty, but the long sword in his hand is wielding like a dragon in the clouds, coming and going, which makes people dazzled.

As the sun gradually rose, the clouds and mist on the top of Wudang Mountain also faded a little. The long sword in the young man's hand reflected the light of the sun, shining brightly, faintly, as if a golden dragon was soaring happily. Seeing that the young man was happy to hunt, he unconsciously accelerated his movements, and the sword moves became more and more complicated, pointing, stabbing, draping, hanging, teasing, wiping, belting, and slashing, all kinds of changes appeared. And just when he was in his heart, a sudden change occurred, and the long sword that was originally in his hands flew out of his hand without warning, like an arrow from the string, flying straight towards the rising sun, and fell between the mountains and mountains in a perfect arc.

The boy stood in place, looking in the direction in which the sword had disappeared, and was silent for a long time. Suddenly, a long sigh came from behind him, he hurriedly turned around, and an old man in a Taoist robe with crane hair and a childish face stroked his long hair, and said meaningfully: "If you want to fully comprehend the Tai Chi swordsmanship, you can't care too much about the sword in your hand, since the sword is gone, why do you have to work hard?"

When the young man heard this, he knelt on his knees and said, "The disciple is obsessed, thank you for the master's order."

The old man looked at the rising sun, and couldn't find a trace of wrinkles on his face through the sunlight, he said with a calm face: "Yifan, remember, what you cultivate is not martial arts, but hearts.

Yifan fell into contemplation again and was silent for a long time. He doesn't understand, cultivating the mind can solve problems, punish adultery and eliminate evil, and inherit Wudang?

The old man seemed to see through Yifan's thoughts, and said with a wry smile: "Idiot, you have a simple heart, but your ambitions are extraordinary. Although your swordsmanship is a little successful, don't make trouble this time when you go down the mountain, remember to remember.

"Yes," said a respectful gesture.

At the foot of Wudang Mountain, Wu'an City.

Yunlai Restaurant.

At the beginning of the day, the night is getting darker. Although the summer nights are short, it is difficult to sleep.

It's July, and as the temperature rises, people's mood is getting anxious. Therefore, even though it has been the second watch, the market is still very lively. However, at this time, most of the people who dare to mess around here are some high-tech and daring Jianghu guests. Most of these people were naked, drinking and shouting in twos and threes, and there were various weapons on each table. The shopkeeper of the restaurant is surnamed Feng, a middle-aged woman with still charm, her husband died early, but fortunately she left a restaurant for her to live before her death. At this moment, she was smiling and laughing with a bald man with a fat brain and a meaty face. The other party occasionally has light hands and feet, but she can only look at the golden sheath knife on the table of the big man, and dare not speak angrily. She heard that this fat man named Jin Biao has some fame in the rivers and lakes, known as the Golden Knife Evil Monk, and he is a master who kills people without blinking.

The shopkeeper had the heart to come to relieve the siege, but he was busy by the heroes in this room. After a while, Zhang Daxia asked for a pot of wine, and after a while, Li Daxia asked for a table of dishes, and Wang Shaoxia thought that Wu Shaoxia at the next table was too noisy. For a while, he only felt anxious, but he had to wait with his eyebrows lowered and his eyes in a hurry. After all, lives matter.

"Jin Daxia, you are so bad," the shopkeeper grabbed Jin Biao's fat hand on her buttocks with disgust, and glanced at the other party with phoenix eyes, "I'm going to be angry if I do this again!"

Jin Biao's heart was hot because of the weather, looking at the beautiful eyes of the wind shopkeeper who seemed to be able to drip water, a ball of heat burned to his head, his arms were wrapped, regardless of the resistance of the wind shopkeeper, he carried her to the guest room on the second floor. At this time, the shopkeeper could no longer care about the work in his hand, and hurriedly stepped forward to stop him, but was kicked away by Jin Biao.

For a while, the entire restaurant was quiet, and everyone looked at Jin Biao and the struggling shopkeeper in his arms.

"Heroes...... Help me!" the shopkeeper called for help to every guest who could be named, and saw that the eyes of these people were full of indignation, but when their eyes swept over Jin Biao's golden sheath broadsword, the indignation turned into hesitation. She didn't give up, and still shouted for help at these heroes and young heroes. A young man surnamed Wu couldn't help but slap the table and stand up, but he was pulled into his ear by his fellow senior brothers and didn't know what to say.

"I want to see who dares to take care of my Jin Biao's affairs!" Jin Biao laughed when he saw this, and bowed his head to the wind shopkeeper in his arms more and more rampantly, "Beauty, give up." They know that even if they make a move, they will be sent to death, so you can obediently be a one-night husband and wife with me.

Seeing this scene, the shopkeeper of the wind resisted even more, Jin Biao laughed disappreliantly, glanced at everyone present quite provocatively, and stepped upstairs in a grand manner.

"Stop!" Before the words fell, a silver light flew in from outside the restaurant, and shot towards the back of Jin Biao's head like lightning.

Jin Biao seemed to have eyes behind his back, bowed down, and narrowly avoided the blow. The silver light brushed against his back, cutting through his robe, leaving a deep bloody streak on his fat back. In the end, a "tuk" was half-inserted into the wooden pillar, but it was a silver thorn.

"Ouch, it hurts Lao Tzu to death," Jin Biao let go of his hands in pain, let the shopkeeper escape from his control, bared his teeth and pulled out the silver thorn inserted in the pillar and turned around angrily, "Damn, which little beast who doesn't have long eyes sneaked up on Lao Tzu!"

"It's your aunt and me!" a girl in pink stood at the door like a fairy. I saw her holding another silver thorn, walking into the Yunlai Restaurant as if no one was around, and sitting in the position where Jin Biao was originally located, casually fiddling with Jin Biao's golden sheath knife.

Looking at this beautiful girl who was only eighteen years old, delicate and delicate, and her skin was better than snow, pretending to be an old Jianghu, everyone, including Jin Biao, was a little stunned for a while. The shopkeeper was the first to come back to his senses and helped up the shopkeeper who had fallen. When she finally found a life-saving straw, she didn't care that the other party was just a little girl, so she instinctively hid beside the girl in pink.

The girl glanced at everyone present, and said with a disdainful face: "In vain, you people are in front of you, and you are screaming one by one." When you really need to be chivalrous, one by one you have become turtles with shrunken heads! Ridiculous, ridiculous.

Most of the people were red when they heard this, and they were ashamed and angry. The person known as Zhang Daxia said with a grim face: "This woman is really righteous, I just hope you will have this momentum in Jin Daxia's bed for a while."

Jin Biao coveted the girl's beauty in his heart, and when he heard this, he smiled and said to the girl: "What this benevolent brother said is exactly, instead of fighting and killing here, the girl should accompany me with the wind shopkeeper for a rainy day, wouldn't it be beautiful."

"A bunch of shameless people!" said the girl with a look of disgust as if she had seen a bedbug.

"The girl has won the prize," Jin Biao smiled lewdly as he cautiously walked towards the girl. Although he was constantly offended, he didn't dare to despise the girl in front of him at all. If it weren't for his quick reaction, the sudden stab just now might have seriously injured him. Thinking of this, he glanced at the silver thorn in his hand, the workmanship was excellent, anyone could see that it was not ordinary, and the tattoo was neatly engraved with the word "leave". Seeing this word, Jin Biao seemed to have seen the most incredible thing in the world, swallowed his saliva, and asked in a slightly dry voice, "Dare to ask the girl, you pair of thorns, but 'parting thorns'?"

The girl glanced at Jin Biao in surprise when she heard this: "I can't see it, you still have some knowledge." That's right, this girl is Sun Xiaoyu of Emei, since you know my origin, then you can cut it off yourself, so as not to dirty this girl's hands.

Jin Biao fell to his knees suddenly, Sun Xiaoyu thought he was going to make a move, and took a few steps back. But he found that he just lowered his head, holding the silver thorn in both hands and begged bitterly: "The little one really doesn't know that the girl is an Emei woman, today is not as good as my beast, and I ask the girl to spare my life, if there is a chance in the future, I will definitely do the work of dogs and horses."

Hearing the parting stab, many people had already guessed Sun Xiaoyu's origin, and when she said Emei, everyone was silent. Although everyone in the rivers and lakes is full of different interests in Emei, no one dares to despise this kind of unfailing Jianghu faction.

Sun Xiaoyu sneered and stepped forward to take the silver thorn in Jin Biao's hand and said, "I'm afraid it's too late to beg for mercy now." ”

"It's not too late!" no one noticed that Jin Biao, who had thrown himself to the ground, had a wicked smile on his face. His legs kicked violently, and he suddenly burst out, and his bald head was fiercely pressed against Sun Xiaoyu's abdomen.

"Be careful!" the shopkeeper exclaimed, but it was too late. Sun Xiaoyu flew upside down like a kite with a broken string, blood splattered and sprinkled all over the cyan stone slabs.

Jin Biao struck a blow, hurriedly picked up the golden sheath knife placed on the table, pulled out the blade with a "swish", raised it to the jump, and the evil tiger slashed at Sun Xiaoyu like a pounce.

"Shameless!" Sun Xiaoyu scolded with a pale face, and hurriedly raised his twin thorns to resist.

With a sound of "dang", Jin Biao's knife was like a bamboo, Sun Xiaoyu tried his best to resist, his hands were soft for a while, and the double stabs flew out of his hands. Seeing the sharp big knife slashing at the face, he was no longer able to resist it, so he could only close his eyes and wait for death.

Jin Biao smiled and said: "It's a pity that you are a beautiful embryo, you are only to blame yourself for finding death!" Before the words fell, the blade fell, and the shopkeeper couldn't bear to turn his head, he really didn't want to see the young and beautiful girl die tragically under the knife.