After two days of driving, it has entered Lucheng, the northernmost city of Hongzhou, and it is a one-day drive from Yunfu in Yancheng.

In a large teahouse next to the official road.

"Speaking of the 'Dementor Order', it has to start from twenty years ago. At that time, a group of people with the name of 'Yanyun Stream' appeared on the rivers and lakes overnight, they were knowledgeable from the past and the present, excellent martial arts, and solved problems for various factions and forces, and could do anything. It's just half a year, and the name of Yanyunjian is already thunderous in the rivers and lakes. ”

"It sounds like this smoke and clouds rely on their own strength to make a reputation, very decent?" a cheerful passer-by couldn't help but comment.

"That's right, old monk, the beginning of your story is different from what we have heard since childhood. A well-dressed boy hurriedly agreed.

"Hey-hey-don't interrupt, the old man is talking!" The gangster on the side seemed to know that the key to the story was about to open, and he banged on the table vigorously, urging the old monk to tell it quickly.

"What about the Soul Order? What's the Soul Order?" asked the gangster's companion who couldn't bear it.

"Hehe-the old man will continue, don't worry. ”

An old monk with a plainly dressed and kind face held a rosary and continued: "The people of Yanyunjian have a weapon, or it is more appropriate to call it a magic weapon, which is the 'Soul Order'. In the eyes of the Jianghu people, the soul order represents the mystery and sacredness, no one has ever seen how it works, the only thing people know is that it only appears at the most critical moment, and its appearance can make the most opinionated people change their views in a very short period of time, as described by Yanyunjian, 'The soul order is guided by the order, ingesting the soul, and fighting for the future'. ”

"Changing your point of view in a very short period of time, isn't this like being drugged?" asked the gangster, who might know what to do.

The old monk nodded appreciatively: "In essence, this is exactly the case, but because the person who was cast the soul dementor order does not look unusual, can speak, and even think, no one doubts it." The smoke and clouds crisscrossed the rivers and lakes for nearly five years before people with a heart realized the viciousness of their methods. The Soul Decree contains a strange fragrance, and under the control of the Smoke Cloud Stream Secret Technique, the executor is manipulated like a puppet. ”

"It's a pity, it's a pity, the soul order is so powerful, if you can get this thing, you can get this technique, then wouldn't it be smooth sailing and steady progress in the shopping mall and officialdom?" said the brightly dressed child with a regretful shake.

"What this donor said is also on the point, the power of the soul dementor order is too great, and it has the effect of fighting the world, so its existence will definitely destroy all kinds of order on the rivers and lakes and break all kinds of balances. Then it must be completely eradicated. At the end, the old monk's expression and tone became solemn and awe-inspiring.

"Fifteen years ago, the young talents at that time, Yun Yuelang, Wen Rensi and others traced the location of the Yanyun Stream, led the crowd to attack, and completely cleared the Yanyun Stream. Since then, the rivers and lakes have returned to their original order. ”

"The Lord of the Cloud Alliance is really a pioneer of the times, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he is the first person in the world of martial arts!" The eyes of the gangsters in the rivers and lakes showed admiration, and they praised Yun Yuelang without hesitation.

The old monk nodded in agreement, and continued: "It's a pity that after fifteen years, now that the soul dementorship order has reappeared in the rivers and lakes, I don't know if it will lead to another bloody storm between souls. ”

"Could it be that back then, there were still descendants in Yanyunxi?" someone asked.

The old monk shook his head rarely: "I don't know." ”

"Old monk, where was the smoke and clouds back then, and in which state?" the brightly dressed kid suddenly asked.

"Amitabha, the Cloud Alliance Lord decided not to disclose the location of the smoke and clouds at that time, also in order to cut off the thoughts of the world. The old monk said with a smile.

"Master, what you said is also what you heard?"

"No, no. ”

"Fifteen years ago, after the smoke and clouds overturned, the Cloud Alliance Lord and the others were about to clean up deeply, when the mountains suddenly shook. Although the old man did not see it with his own eyes, he knew its power: the wind and clouds changed, the mountains collapsed and the ground cracked, the smoke and clouds sank into the ground, and even the birds and beasts around him were not spared, and they were instantly buried by the mountains, soil, mountains and rocks. What a sin, what a sin!" the old monk must have remembered the tragic scene of the year again, and was busy reciting the mantra of transcendence, for the dead people and animals.

I was drinking a little tea on the side, listening to it intentionally or unintentionally, and when it came to fun, I followed the fun, and I didn't really take it to heart. Unexpectedly, the old monk suddenly talked about the earthquake fifteen years ago, and it seems that even if he did not participate in the extermination of the smoke and clouds, he was not far away. This also shows that what he said may not be just his own speculation.

"The old monk said that it was a big deal! Why is there no rumor on the rivers and lakes at all? At least the local people always know about it, but they have never heard anyone talk about it? I see, most of the old monk came up with it on his own, specifically to scare and scare us who are juniors!" The brightly dressed man suddenly said with a smile, his eyes full of jokes.

"Good, good, this world is so big that there are no wonders. If you believe, you will have, and if you don't believe, you will not. There is no need for the old man to argue with you here, if the benefactors can witness the tragic scene with their own eyes, they will understand that what the old man said is absolutely true. It's a Demon Domain, definitely a Demon Domain......"

After the old monk finished speaking, as if grateful to the Buddha for giving him the blessing of continuing his life, he put down the teacup with his right hand, pinched a gesture, and then recited words in his mouth, which must also be some grateful Buddha words.

"It's all legends, and it's a bit rewarding to listen to it. The gangsters patted their pants, got up and sat down at the table in the corner, asked for a plate of peanuts, hummed a small tune, and shook his head to enjoy himself.

Looking at the old monk's sincere and frightened expression from afar, I couldn't help it, and almost laughed: I can make the simplest gesture so stiff, it is difficult to find a second old monk in the rivers and lakes. This is the first flower wine monk in the rivers and lakes. Monk Wuji's middle finger is naturally crippled, and it is shorter than the index finger, so the appearance of pinching the gesture has always been special and strange.

But it is this middle finger that always makes people feel funny, and it has become the most terrifying finger in the world, "the hair of the silver aunt, the finger of the flower monk" This is the most effective words to scare children many years ago.

Unexpectedly, after the death of Yingu, the old monk still couldn't bear the loneliness of being isolated from the world, and returned to the rivers and lakes, believing that everyone who knew him was dying.

"You should remember the approximate location," the brightly dressed man looked at the old monk with interest, bent on extracting some useful information from his mouth, "For example, which state is it? Is it our current Hongzhou? Or is it the Beizhou where the destroyed Yucang Sect is located? Or is it the charming and intoxicating Liuzhou?"

I listened to it: I didn't expect this kid to be a piece of material, and he could describe Liuzhou as so graceful. I can't help but have a good impression of this kid in my heart.

"Heaven must not be divulged. ”

Monk Wuji dialed the rosary and said: "Lao Wei said too much today, I'm afraid the Buddha will blame." Fate is born and dies, it all depends on the fate of the donor. ”

Seeing that he couldn't come up with a reason, the younger brother could only give up for the time being, and asked Xiao Er to serve the old monk a jar of good wine, a plate of snacks and dishes, and a few words of greeting, and then left with the accompanying servant.

Just as he regretted that the old monk was left alone again, suddenly after a few horse neighing outside the door, a group of five well-dressed people came in.

This is an unpleasant bunch, nay, to be exact, the saber tied around their waists is unpleasant: a good sword, with a jewel the size of a pigeon's egg, too pompous. This kind of thing is except for Zhen Zhanqi, the owner of the Northern Qi Mountain Villa, who is a boring person who likes to show off his wealth, and there is really no second person in the rivers and lakes.

In Lizhou Mansion, I met four masked pioneers from the Northern Qi Villa, who had come to investigate me. What made me recognize their identities was the Northern Qi bayonet worn by the leader of them.

Several large families and villas mostly have their own characteristics, the Beiqi Villa in Beizhou is marked by Hao, the Wensi Villa in Lizhou is unique and elegant, and the Pan Mansion in Liuzhou is graceful and luxurious.

In the Northern Qi Villa, the disciples of the descendant line had swords inlaid with gems, and they were divided into ranks according to the size of the gems. The gems the size of pigeon eggs are rare treasures, and the status of these five people in front of them in the mountain villa is very noble.

The four people from Lizhou came for me, and the five people in front of me looked around after entering the door, but they didn't look at me much, presumably I was not their target. I also noticed a little girl who was very out of tune with them, and she was no more than six or seven years old, and her clothes were a little shabby, as if she had struggled in the mound, and her face was covered with dirt. It is very likely that they were taken captive by these five people from some unknown place.

I admired the girl's eyes: though she was terrified, there was a light in her eyes, a mixture of four parts of composure, five parts of cleverness, and a part of disdain. Even though her small face was covered with dirt, the innate aura could not hide it. It makes me like her very much.

I also began to look at the five people who were not useful: they were at least knowledgeable enough to pick out such a unique girl. But don't make a mistake, or I'll be disappointed. Then, I think their fancy sabers are okay, and they're quite funny.

However, I have no affection for them, because the most innocent people in the world are children. All children are born with the same purity and curiosity, but when they meet different people and things, they will grow into different people. I don't want these five people to bring any bad memories to the little girl. So I waited and waited for an opportunity to save this lovely girl.

The little girl seemed to notice my gaze as well, and another colored light appeared in her pupils. She didn't choose to run to me right away, but continued to look scared, and sat tremblingly at the corner of the table.

Is she also waiting for an opportunity?

"Come, little sister, don't be afraid, tell the little brother, what do you want to eat?

It was a little white face beside the little girl who spoke, looking at the little girl in confusion. Imagine that if it weren't for the fact that it was in front of the public at the moment, the little girl would have been swallowed alive.

It's disgusting.

I drank until the tea in my mouth couldn't flow down my throat, just imagine that this girl's childhood memories in the future have such a bull-headed and horse-faced face, it is really a terrible scenery.

My peripheral eyes slanted towards the little white face, the man's facial features were good-looking, but unfortunately there were no earlobes on his ears at all, as if someone had cut them off with a knife. According to superstition, that means that the person is not blessed. Well, I don't know what kind of unblessed method this little white face will be?

With a roll of my eyes, I thought: Naturally, he met his grandmother and me because of his bad luck and ill-fated fate! But I don't want to be the grandmother of this kind of person, which is very unlucky.

I thought about it and smiled secretly: "Half ear" Zhang Qian, you wait, my sister will help you pile some meat on your neck on your ears in a while, so that you can also be blessed for a long time!