The cold wind and sand wrapped in snow petals fell in Luoyang City, and the bonfire at the Luoshui Wharf Ferry meandered on the bank of Luoshui like a fire dragon. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Pedestrians in the city are like a busy traffic shuttling through the bustling streets of Luoyang, the red lanterns on the archway street are swaying in the wind, and the sound of firecrackers of children in the streets comes and goes.

"This winter in Luoyang is coming early", a woman in a plain robe stood in the warm pavilion of Tianxiang Building, her slender black hair falling down her waist along the white goose neck. Her willow eyebrows quickly glanced at the small ant-like pedestrians downstairs through the window screen, and the bonfire on the bank of Luoshui loomed like a long dragon in the distance, and she gently picked up a handful of fragrant tea with both hands and put it into the tea cup on the wooden table on the right, and turned around to place the tea cup on the fire.

The "hiss......" tea cup made a burst of noise on the faint fire, and the water droplets on the base of the tea cup quickly sank into the fire, splashing a little tongue of fire and a half-star.

"Alas...," the plain-robed woman sighed softly, as if complaining, "These firecrackers are always so annoying. “

The pink-clothed maid behind her covered her lips with her right hand and smiled, "When did our rabbit master start to be so worried? If you get bored now, won't the Eight Sects Martial Arts next month be even more noisy, is it possible that you plan to escape and spend a few days in peace?"

"You're poor again" The plain-robed woman looked through the letter on the wooden case from the soft collapse sitting next to the attic window, and there was a hint of worry between her eyebrows, "Love, has Uncle Cao replied recently?" she asked softly.

"Not yet, I haven't received any reply from the second master yet," the pink-clothed maid stood by the fire and slowly poured the fragrant tea in the teacup into the cup, the heat rose from the teacup, and the fragrance in the cup filled the warm pavilion. "It's strange to say, the second master has been traveling for more than half a year. It's really worrying that I haven't come back after the end of the year......"

"The last time I wrote was that he met an old man in Mobei?" The plain-robed woman pointed to the book in her hand, picked up a cup of fragrant tea and handed it to her lips, blew it lightly a few times, and put it back on the wooden case.

"Three months ago, the second master sent a letter, saying that he and an old man went to the Sword Pavilion from Mobei to visit the head of the Qingcheng faction. Lianxin put the tea cup on the wooden case next to the plain-robed woman, and said softly, "But today is just right, the disciples of all factions came to Tianxianglou to participate in the Eight Sects Martial Arts, and the disciples of the Qingcheng faction should be among them, why don't we go and ask if he knows the whereabouts of the second master." ”

The plain-robed woman picked up the teacup on the wooden table with her left hand, and the aroma slowly melted in her mouth, and a trickle of water flowed down her teeth. She turned around and leaned on the attic window, looking at the snowflakes outside Tianxiang Building, "I hope... I hope Uncle Cao is all well and comes back as soon as possible. ”

"Master Rabbit, you can rest assured. With our Tianxianglou's status in the rivers and lakes, not to mention that the second master is a first-class master in the rivers and lakes, how dare ordinary people..."

"It's easy to dodge with an open gun, but it's hard to defend against a dark arrow" The plain-robed woman drank all the fragrant tea in her hand, and a trace of worry flashed in her eyes. "I can only hope that Uncle Cao can ......" At the top of Tianxiang Building, in the warm pavilion, the two of them were worried about the second master of Tianxiang Building who was traveling far away in Bashu, and there was a sound of hurried footsteps in the wooden corridor outside the warm pavilion.

"Bang bang!!" Outside the attic, a soft knock on the door came in. "Sister Love, has Master Rabbit gotten up?"

"What's going on?" "Lianxin walked lightly to the wooden door of the warm pavilion and asked with concern, "Master Rabbit just finished washing up and drank a cup of fragrant tea." What's the matter?"

Outside the warm pavilion, Xiang Er, who was dressed in purple, took a deep breath of cold air, eased his rapid breath, and said softly, "Sister Lianxin, the disciples of the eight major sects have arrived at Tianxiang Building one after another. The second has not returned yet, I don't know if it is convenient for Master Rabbit to meet them?"

"Master Rabbit?" Lian Xin looked back at the plain-robed woman on top of the soft collapse, her eyebrows stretched slightly, and she asked softly, "Do you want to see the Qingcheng Sect disciple first?"

"This is not necessary" Master Rabbit leaned his body slightly, lifted the teacup with the soft fingers of his left hand, and a clear stream slowly fell from the mouth of the pot into the teacup on the wooden table, and a trace of tea fragrance entered his heart and spleen. "In this way, let the disciples of each sect wait for a while in Fengling Pavilion first, and I will arrive later. ”

"Xianger, did you hear the arrangement of Master Rabbit?" "Lianxin gently opened the wooden door of the warm pavilion and looked at Xianger who was sweating profusely.

"Hmm," Xiang Er replied, turning around and walking briskly down the wooden staircase in the side porch.

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More than 100 years ago, in order to protect the people of the Central Plains from the invasion of the barbarians, the masters of each faction all went south and fought with the barbarian king of southern Xinjiang in the Thousand Snake Caves for dozens of days, and finally defeated him. Since then, the Central Plains has been protected from the invasion of the barbarians in southern Xinjiang, but the vitality of the various factions in the martial arts has been greatly damaged. The elites of the eight factions of martial arts are even more poisonous, thanks to the profound internal strength of the masters of each faction, and the strong party can suppress the poison and bloodline. As the owner of Tianxiang Mansion in a medical family, Murong Junfeng was even more inherited by the divine doctor, and after several years, he finally developed a healing elixir - Caiyue Pill, and gave it to the injured disciples of various factions.

After several years, except for a few people who died of deep poisoning, the disciples of various factions gradually recovered with the assistance of Caiyue Pill. After that, Murong Junfeng gave Caiyue pills to various factions in Luoyang Tianxiang Building. This medicine is a collection of hundreds of superb medicinal materials such as snow lotus and Ganoderma lucidum, which are made from the original secret recipe of the Murong family, and are accompanied by the cold and ice qi. Therefore, in the middle of winter every year, the disciples of all factions of martial arts will go to Luoyang to visit Tianxianglou.

After that, Murong Ba, the son of Murong Junfeng, proposed to the factions that the heads of each faction would meet and select the elites of each faction to prevent changes in southern Xinjiang. In order to protect the righteousness of martial arts, the heads of each faction finally decided to hold it every five years, and held a meeting of each faction in Luoyang Tianxianglou. Time has changed, and the martial arts of each faction have become a grand event in the entire rivers and lakes, and it is called the "Eight Factions of Martial Arts" by the people in the rivers and lakes. During this period, there were many chivalrous warriors who challenged the eight major schools with their own strength in order to gain fame in the rivers and lakes.

At this moment, the Tianxiang **** Ling Pavilion was already full of people, and the disciples of the eight sects of the martial arts righteous path had already gathered in the warm pavilion. The disciples of all factions sat down one after another, leaving only the main seat in the north of Fengling Pavilion empty, and the two maids in red robes next to the warm pavilion were pouring tea for the disciples of each faction in order.

"I heard that Uncle Cao has traveled far away and has not returned, I wonder if you can know?" Song Lingbing, a Wudang disciple wearing a moon-white robe, picked up the teacup on the wooden table, his face was as usual, without a trace of expression, and his eyes quietly watched the aroma of tea slowly rising from the cup.

"Is this really the case?" There was a commotion among the disciples of the various factions, and everyone turned their eyes to Song Lingbing on the left side of the main seat.

"Perhaps, Uncle Cao has something important. There is no need to speculate. Xia Qingyi, a disciple of the Emei faction who was dressed in a purple robe, said loudly, Xia Qingyi broke the puzzled expressions of everyone in Fengling Pavilion with a chuckle, but the disciples of each faction were still a little sensational.

"Yes, yes, yes" Everyone picked up the teacup on the side of the wooden case and drank the unique fragrant tea of Tianxianglou.

"But" A soft suspicion spread among the disciples of all sects, Yue Menghan, a disciple of Huashan in a green shirt and white robe, put down the teacup in his hand, looked at Mu Ning, a disciple of Qingcheng Mountain beside Song Lingbing, and said, "Little sister heard that a few months ago, Senior Uncle Cao passed through the Sword Pavilion, I wonder if Senior Brother Mu can know the reason?"

"What is the reason, I also want to know ......" There was a coquettish smile from outside Fengling Pavilion, and Xiang Er slowly pushed open the pavilion door. Seeing that it was Miss Xianger, the disciples of each faction hurriedly got up and stepped forward to say, "Miss Xianger, I don't know when the martial arts of the eight factions will be held this time...."

Xiang Er glanced at Song Lingbing in the innermost part of the Warm Pavilion, and a smile flashed at the corner of his mouth, "Senior brothers and sisters, don't be in a hurry" Xiang Er walked in front of everyone, came to the two maids in the Warm Pavilion and whispered, "Even if Master Rabbit arrives, you two will serve here for a good time, don't be lazy." ”

Although Xiang Er's voice was very low, how could the disciples of each sect not hear that their martial arts cultivation was so high. "Could it be that this year's martial arts will be abbot by Master Rabbit?" Mu Ning's expression was uncertain, and there was a disdain in his tone.

"Yes" The two maids looked at Xiang Er with straight eyes, the excitement on their faces had already been revealed, and the two said excitedly, "Master Rabbit... Will it really come?" As the waiters of the main hall of Tianxiang Building, the two red long-robed maids have never seen Murong Tu's true face, as the future successor of Tianxiang Building, this mysterious woman has been hidden in Tianxiang Building, and no one knows her true face except for the maid who is close to her.

When everyone heard the words of the Xianger girl, they hurriedly sorted out their clothes.

"Senior brothers and sisters have just discussed..... Xiang Er looked around at the people in Fengling Pavilion, his gaze swept over everyone's eyes, and there was a hint of perseverance in his eyes.

"Miss Xianger misunderstood..."Lan Jing, a disciple of the Hengshan faction in a green robe and brocade robe, hurriedly explained, "Senior brothers and sisters care about Senior Uncle Cao, and have no other intentions..."

"Yes, yes, yes." Everyone in the Fengling Pavilion responded in unison.

"I'm the same as everyone else, I haven't seen the second master for a long time" Xiang Er walked in front of everyone and stopped at the pavilion door. "You guys, all prepare for next month's competition. The rabbit will come in a while, you have to pay attention to proportion. Seeing that Xianger was not angry, the disciples of various factions breathed a sigh of relief, and they gathered around the pavilion door.

The night star standing in the warm pavilion snorted coldly as he watched everyone surround him, "You people..."

"Senior Brother Ye is a senior disciple of the Hengshan Sect, how can he afford to look down on us people" Yingluo, a Songshan disciple wearing a black veil, stood beside Xiang Er, with a cold arrogance in his eyebrows.

"What, do you want to compete?" Yexing took a step forward and came to Song Lingbing and Xia Qingyi who were blocking Yingluo's body. In his right hand, he clenched the short sword at his waist.

"I'm afraid you won't make it!" Yingluo heard Yexing's cold words, and quickly stretched out her right hand to the long sword at her waist, but was tightly blocked out of the scabbard by the Shaolin disciples on the side.

"Amitabha" The Shaolin disciple in a moon-white monk's robe said loudly, "Everyone belongs to the eight schools of the righteous path, why bother..."

Before the words fell, the short sword in the night star's hand rushed quickly, and a green light crossed in front of everyone's eyes. "Bang!" In an instant, Song Lingbing threw out the heavy sword behind his back, and the heavy back of the sword collided with the short sword in the hand of the night star. One long and one short, the two weapons, one thick and one light, were clasped in front of Xia Qingyi, and a trace of cold sweat broke out from her forehead.

"What's the matter with you?" Xiang Er at the door said angrily when he saw this, "If the Hengshan faction doesn't want to participate in this meeting, I can let people fly pigeons and pass the book to Qingxuzi Zhenren." “

Night Star's face suddenly turned pale, and his momentary anger was extinguished by Xiang Er's words. In the last Eight Sects Martial Arts, there was an accident in the Hengshan faction, and Mu Zehan, the senior brother of Night Star, was impersonated by Murong Rabbit to participate in the competition. Although afterwards, Murong Jue personally took Murong Rabbit to Hengshan to apologize, but that session of the Eight Sects made the Hengshan faction a martial arts joke, and the chief disciple of the dignified Hengshan faction was easily subdued by a little woman.