After a shower, the whole Jinling City has a new look, the four gates are more lively than before, there are many people in the rivers and lakes on the streets, and the Jinling Dart Bureau in the north of the city is more lively than in the past. Even the Yamen of the Zhenfu Division at the end of the Dart Bureau Street did not dare to ask more, although many brocade guards passed by the main gate of the Dart Bureau, they only glanced sideways at the inner courtyard of the Dart Bureau, and did not dare to linger too long.

Nangong Yu, who deliberately put on a moon-white robe, ran quickly from the inner courtyard to the front hall, full of joy. A few days ago, he received a message from his master and learned that Senior Brother Song Lingbing and the disciples of the Eight Martial Arts Sects would come to Jinling, but he didn't expect it to be so soon. It has been several months since Song Lingbing went to Luoyang to participate in the Eight Factions Martial Arts, and he went home to visit his father, Nangong Yu missed this senior brother who had been taking care of him in Wudang Mountain.

"Jinling Dart Bureau" four gilt characters engraved in the plaque, many dart masters in the corridor outside the hall have already been the water around the palace gate, everyone walks the dart to the north and south of the rivers and lakes, and has heard the prestige of the eight schools of martial arts. Today, I was very excited to meet the top elite disciples of the various sects.

Nangong Yu opened a gap between the dart masters with both hands, he looked at the figures in the hall with a happy face, and shouted to the main hall of the dart bureau, "Senior Brother Song.... Senior Brother Song, I haven't seen him for a few months, Xiao Yu misses it very much...."Nangong Yu walked into the main hall, the word "you" in his mouth had not yet been spoken, looking at Song Lingbing sitting on the left side of the hall, his face was like snow, he hurried to Song Lingbing's side, and said excitedly, "How... What's going on?... Who hurt you so badly?"

Song Lingbing sat on the wooden couch, bent his right hand to greet Nangong Yu, his voice was dry, the corners of his mouth squeezed out numbers, and said in a low voice, "It's okay, junior brother doesn't need to worry about senior brother, Nangong seniors have already invited the best doctor in Jinling." Song Lingbing turned his gaze to Nangong Bai, the chief dart head on the main seat in the hall, and his eyes were full of gratitude.

Nangong Yu got up, turned his head to look at his father, and asked nervously, "Father, how is my senior brother's injury?"

"It's okay, my father has invited the most famous doctor in the city to treat Song Daxia, and there is no big problem. Nangong Bai's face was as usual, although he didn't know why the disciples of the Eight Sects suddenly appeared in Jinling City at the same time, but he could get some clues from the tight and loose guards of the Jinyi guard on the opposite side of the street. He is also an old Jianghu, and the Nangong family of the Jinling Dart Bureau cannot easily offend Jinyiwei, but his son, as a disciple of Wudang, can no longer stay out of it, so he can only try to control the situation.

"Of course it won't be a big deal, your senior brother has already taken a healing elixir on the way here, and its effect is in no way inferior to Caiyue Pill" Night Star glanced at Fei Ming on the wooden couch on Song Lingbing's left, and there seemed to be a slight provocation in his eyes. The corner of his eye swept over Song Lingbing, who was seriously injured and had just recovered, and secretly said in his heart, even a measurable palace could not be settled, and the Wudang faction was embarrassed to base itself on the martial arts.

"It's okay, it's okay. Nangong Yu stood beside Song Lingbing, looked at him with concern, and said softly, "Senior Brother Song, since you have come to me, it is the same as returning to Wudang, if you have anything, just tell Xiao Yu." ”

"Okay, good..."Song Lingbing waved his right hand lightly at Nangong Yu, motioning for him to stand aside.

"The young heroes came to Jinling this time, and the old man already knew a little bit about it. Nangong Bai was sitting precariously, brushing his robe with both hands, and looked at the elites of the various factions in the hall with solemn eyes, Fei Ming of Tianxianglou, Song Lingbing of the Wudang faction, Yuankong of Shaolin Temple, Yue Menghan of the Huashan faction, Xia Qingyi of the Emei faction, and Mu Ning of the Qingcheng faction, Lan Jing of the Hengshan faction, Yexing of the Hengshan faction and Yingluo of the Songshan faction on the other side. Tianxianglou and the disciples of the eight factions gathered in Jinling, and lived in Jinling, the north of the imperial city. He coughed dryly, glanced at Song Lingbing's side, his son Nangong Yu, and looked at everyone in the palace, when he sent Nangong Yu to Wudang Mountain to learn art, he just wanted to avoid the struggle for imperial power in Jinling City, but he never thought about it.... Nangong Bai shook his head and said in a low voice, "If you are really taken away by the Jinyi Guard, the old man can bow down, I believe that Commander Ning will still give us some thin noodles in the Jinling Dart Bureau." ”

"Of course it's true, we also caught up with Su Yue and his party from Jinyiwei in Nanyang, right?" Night Star looked at Song Lingbing and asked.

Song Lingbing nodded, he turned his head to look at Nangong Bai, and said in a low voice, "Nangong seniors don't need to worry, we are here to serve the master, and we must not insult the master." Since the person was taken away by the Jinyi Guard, we must break through this Zhenfu Division. ”

"Yes," the disciples of each faction echoed in their voices. Even Nangong Yu, who was standing on the side, echoed, he thought that Song Lingbing's injuries were caused by Jinyiwei, and when he traveled to Mochou Lake half a month ago, he saw Jinyiwei acting recklessly in the imperial city, which was completely lawless.

This situation forced Nangong Bai to stop it quickly, he got up and waved his hands down in front of him a few times, signaling everyone to be quiet. Nangong Bai looked at everyone's excited expressions and persuaded, "Jinyiwei is not an ordinary mansion, they are ordered by the emperor and directly obey the prince's mansion. If you break into Jinyiwei, it will undoubtedly be a rebellion, and it will anger His Majesty the Emperor, which is not conducive to the purpose of your visit to Jinling this time. ”

....

On the eastern outskirts of Jinling City, in the dense forest valley, three or four farmers are plowing in the fields, and the Jinyi Wei Luo Yi is constantly walking through the courtyard of the Water Pavilion not far away. The courtyard water bridge is crisscrossed by the lake, and more than a dozen clerks are carefully flipping through the various books and account books that Jinyiwei keeps handing in. A man with loose clothes in the attic held a book in his left hand and a wine jug in his right hand and sneered, "I didn't expect that Brother Haotian would come to Jinling City in such an embarrassment. ”

"Ashamed, ashamed. A man in an ink-colored robe leaned against the wooden window of the attic, his eyes fixed on the beautiful scenery on the lake, and in the distance two or three fishing boats flooded the water. "I thought I could easily control Tianxiang Tower, but I didn't expect it to fail in the end. But..."

"But what?" the man asked as he put down the book in his hand, stood up with the flask in his hand, and followed Cao Haotian's gaze.

"Didn't Your Highness expect that?"

"Do you mean the Eight Great Sects?" King Qing took a sip of the wine in the jug, threw the jug on the ground, straightened his robe, walked slowly to the wooden window with bare feet, stuck his head out of the window, and suddenly laughed, "Since it can't be used by me, what's the use of keeping it?"

Cao Haotian looked up at King Qing's left hand on the wooden window, and he suddenly felt that the person in front of him was no longer the person he knew. He secretly said in his heart, can power really change a person, in order to get power, he did not hesitate to destroy the eight major factions and destroy the entire martial arts. He pulled out and walked towards the main entrance of the attic, suddenly stopped, turned around and asked, "You are not worried about His Royal Highness the Prince, he will..."

"Don't worry, Zhu Biao's waste, how could I be afraid of him? If it weren't for the Duke of Liangguo and their efforts to protect him, it is estimated that he would have been killed by King Yan's guy many times. King Qing walked along the end of the wooden corridor outside the attic, and suddenly saw a figure coming quickly. He snapped and asked, "Who?"

"Your Highness, Jinyi Wei Qianhu Su Yue asks to see. The dark shadow outside the attic came to an abrupt halt and knelt silently beside the lake beneath the wooden ladder.

"What is he doing here?" Cao Haotian lowered his head and muttered to himself, slowly walked out of the attic and looked at a middle-aged man in a flying fish robe outside the wooden door of the Shuixie courtyard more than 100 zhang away, standing respectfully outside the door, behind him was Chai Wuming and Jade Tassel, but Tong Ye and Ji Feng were missing.