Seeing Murong Yu Xinfeng's eyes in tears, and the appearance of wanting to speak, the pony's heart stinged. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

He turned to the old man Wuwei and Mother Wei and said, "Senior Wuwei, Mother Wei, time is pressing, you should hurry up and leave through the back door." I went to the front yard to stabilize them for the time being, and I could drag them for a moment. Everyone cherishes it, and there will be a period later. After speaking, the pony took out the map from his bosom and handed it to the old man Wuwei, and walked out hurriedly.

He didn't go to see Murong Yuxin again, when life and death were at stake, the love of his children would only miss the best opportunity to escape.

He would rather Murong Yuxin hate him for the rest of his life and be ruthless, rather than cause lifelong regrets for parting.

The cold rain outside the house is like weaving, dense and compact, falling on the body, dripping cold.

The pony walked quickly to the front yard, looked around, and looked around, the three-storey building in the upper courtyard stood leisurely on the tile ridge, and the foreground of the village courtyard came into view.

The flat land outside the villa, which was originally open and flat, could accommodate three or five hundred people to gather and practice, was now a little crowded and chaotic. Spread out in the wind, under the various flags of various colors and hunting, the masters of various sects with different costumes and different body shapes and shapes stand outside the village with eighteen kinds of weapons hanging on their waists.

Depending on the situation, there are people who come on horseback, and there are also people who come by sedan chair and sit on a recliner. There are acquaintances who greet and greet each other with a warm face, but most of them are secretly looking around, thinking alone; there are also those who are gearing up and want to rush into the village to strike first, but in the end they have scruples in their hearts and dare not act rashly.

Xiao Ma raised his eyes and glanced at it, he already knew seven or eight points about the sect of these people's masters, and he was really surprised - it was really the situation that most of the powerful gangs and masters of the martial arts were gathered here.

Liuhe Gang, Supreme Fang, Double Dragon Society, Five Poisons Sect, Tiger Hall, Yanyulou, Spirit Snake Island, Jigong Village, Lianyunbao, Qingcheng Sect, Xingyi Sect, Broken Sword Villa, Huangfu Family...... There are no less than sixty or seventy sects and gangs, large and small, all of which are the overlords of the hidden dragon and the crouching tiger.

In addition, there are Wuxin Taoist, color monk, life-threatening scholar, drunken beggar, "one sword to seal the throat" Hou Dezhu, "Shanxi Double Knife" Diao Ye, Diao Man, "Bishan Three Uniques" Hong Toutian, Hei Yibo, Vain Effort, "Kanto Four Tyrants" Reckless and his three sons Lu Long, Lu Hu, Lu Bao, "Lingnan Five Monsters" Bu brothers, "Yunnan Liuyan" Hua sisters and a large number of prestigious predecessors and martial arts masters in black and white.

Xiao Ma looked at the black pressure on a large group of people in front of the courtyard, and couldn't help sighing, people's hearts are not enough to swallow elephants, even if these people are not the overlords of one side but also the top figures in the martial arts, let go of a good life, but climb mountains and wade to come here to compete for the red fox treasure box, in order to dominate the world. As everyone knows, he broke into the ghost gate and gave his life in vain.

It's ridiculous that a group of people are killing each other here just for the legendary treasure.

It stands to reason that these people are all here for the map in his hand, and they can't wait to cut him with a sword, and some of them are still people in the underworld who are careless about human life and do all kinds of evil, and he has no need to care about the life or death of these people. But on the one hand, there are hundreds of people, and it is not good for them to fight; second, most of these people are just greedy for a while, and their sins will not lead to death, if they are all buried here today, the entire martial arts will inevitably be devastated, and it will be difficult to recover for more than 100 years in the future.

If he could, he should try to convince these people to leave.

The eyes of the heroes converged on the pony when he appeared on the top of the small building. There are already people with knowledge of the situation, and it has been privately spread that this person is the pony who took the map from the hands of the brocade guard.

There was a chaotic discussion all around, envy, jealousy and hatred, and there was no difference.

"At a young age, he is very courageous, and he dares to openly oppose the imperial court, but it is not a good thing for him to have a map, but it is a pity. On the east side of the courtyard gate, Huangfu Yuanze, who was dressed in brocade and had a white face and beard, had a slight trace of regret in his words, and he was playing with two opals as big as eggs in his hands.

If he knows the current affairs and hands over the map, won't there be nothing? If he is obsessed, then he is to blame for himself, and he can't blame others. The one who spoke was a red-faced old man who was close to his sixtieth birthday, in good spirits, not angry and arrogant.

This person is Ouyang Cunyi of Broken Sword Villa, fifteen years ago, he announced that he would wash his hands in the golden basin and withdraw from the rivers and lakes. The middle-aged owner of Ouyang Zhuang has a son, and he is naturally a pearl in the palm of his hand and is pampered, but because of this, he has raised his son with high hopes into a flirtatious and useless son. Everyone in the world shook their heads and sighed: Ouyang Zhuang was a hero, but he gave birth to a son who was not as good as a pig and a dog, and the Broken Sword Villa, which had stood for more than 200 years, was afraid that it was really going to be destroyed.

The second ancestor heard the news of the Red Fox Treasure Box from somewhere, and insisted on looking for death and life to ask him Lao Tzu to find it for him. So Ouyang Cunyi appeared here.

More than ten zhang away from them, Wuxin Dao Chang squinted his eyes, stroked his long beard, and said slowly: "This young man has wonderful bones and extraordinary instruments, but he is a talent that can be created, and the poor Dao likes him very much, and he has the heart to accept him as a mantle disciple, what do you think?"

"Put your mother's bullshit, you demon Daojing wants cheap things, thinking that people will send you a map to do an apprenticeship, and you don't weigh how many catties and taels you have, you can't afford it. Before the Dao Chang's words fell, the recklessness had already scolded angrily, and he was really as good as his name.

Wuxin Dao Chang's face was pale, and his narrow triangular eyes were blazing, eager to turn his recklessness into ashes.

"Hey, hey, hey, the ancient gods, the capable live in it, why bother with the battle of tongues? Since they are all here for the Red Fox Treasure Box, after all, they are speaking by the guy in their hands, and you are not in a hurry to fight at this time and a half. "The owner of Spirit Snake Island wore a black loose robe with a hat, hiding himself tightly, and no one knew what terrible things were hidden in the black robe. When he speaks, he has a weird yin and yang atmosphere, which makes people always feel cold and swishing on his back.

On the other side, the master of the Tiger Hall bared his chest, revealing the tattoo of a white-fronted tiger with hanging eyes, and shouted: "Didn't you say that there were a few people? Why did you only see him alone? Don't you see our momentum and dare not come out, hahaha......"

"The soldiers are not tired of deceit, maybe they are lurking in the courtyard, waiting for you to rush in and kill you by surprise. If he hadn't been on guard, the man named Pony would have stood there so relaxed?" This person has excellent swordsmanship, and when he fights with others, he is often fatal with one move, mysterious and ruthless, and acts and does things according to his preferences, both good and evil.

"Even if they have three heads and six arms, they are only a few people, and hundreds of us can drown them with a single spit, and it is easy to get a map. "In vain, he looked like he was winning, and the weapon in his hand was a relatively rare knife, and it was at least twice as heavy as the ordinary one.

Yan Nangui, the owner of Yanyu Building, sneered: "It's true that there are many people, but who doesn't have the map in mind? Maybe whoever stabs you in the back, then you will really waste your efforts." He wore a mask, and he couldn't see the look on his face, but he could hear the coldness in his voice.

As the most mysterious and powerful killer organization in the rivers and lakes, no one has ever seen the true face of the landlord Yan Nangui, but everyone can determine his identity from the swallows embroidered with gold thread on his clothes - the embroidered swallows that can change their demeanor with the joy and anger of the master, the world will never find the second one. Yu Qiaoniang, the "world's first skillful hand" who embroidered this "smoke cage rain run Yan Hanchun" brocade robe, died under Yan Nangui's sword on the day she completed the embroidery.