The sound of the flute on a summer night shook the martial arts of the Central Plains. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The flute music was played all over the northern and southern provinces, and it also came from the hot summer to the cold winter.

Every time, after the sound of the flute, there will be a scream.

No one knows what the reason is.

Until the hero posted a hero post and summoned martial arts heroes.

The hero is, of course, Yan Xiaomei.

The location of the Heroes Club is on the cold snow river.

Frozen three feet, no longer able to sail.

The heroes have prepared ships for the heroes.

When the heroes stepped on the boat, the sound of the flute sounded in the distance.

Silk and bamboo are sorrowful, and they can't play the sorrow of the world.

When the sound of the flute was high-pitched, the three-foot ice surface rattled a few loud times.

After the sound, Hanjiang was unsealed.

Breaking the ice with the sound of the flute, this kind of internal force is only equipped with heroes.

When the heroes praised, the sound of the flute had arrived.

The hero isolates the bow of the ship and plays the flute waves.

The hero attracted six boats.

The six boats were full of half-dead and crippled people.

The cripples were stamped off their hands and feet, their eyes gouged out, their tongues cut out, and only their ears could hear.

The hero's clothes were fierce, and he was cut several times.

Soaked in blood, I couldn't tell whether it was the blood of heroes or the blood of the cripples.

The ship formation has arrived, and the hero shouted: "I am not talented, but fortunately I will not be dishonored, and I will capture the flower seller with the merit of summer and winter." ”

As soon as these words came out, the hero was shocked, and the hero actually eradicated the scum of martial arts with his own strength.

Could it be that the cripples on these six boats are all flower sellers?

In amazement, the heroes shouted across the boat: "Hero, you can't let the dog thieves die too happily, give them some more bits and pieces!"

The river is rippling, echoing the excitement of martial arts.

After a long sigh, he let out a deep sigh: "Thank you for the help of the heroes, I don't want to kill today!"

As soon as the words fell, the hero shot like lightning.

I saw the bloody clothes fluttering, and I only heard the miserable sound.

One by one, the cripples were thrown into the cold river.

Without hands and feet, you can't walk in water.

Even if there are watery people among the cripples, they will inevitably be frozen to death by the cold water.

Seeing the retribution of the wicked, the heroes applauded.

For a time, the wind and snow drifted, and the blood moved the world.

The remnants of blood stained the cold river, and the rock ice calmed the evil ghosts.

There is retribution in the world, only sooner and later.

When the last cripple is thrown away, there will be no more flower sellers in the world.

The hero looked up to the sky and shouted: "Today, Yan Xiaomei killed a total of one hundred and seven wicked people, all the heroes are just witnesses, and all the killings are borne by me alone!"

Roared over the sky, and then roared on the river.

"Listen to the truth, if you want to turn into a powerful ghost and find someone to seek revenge, only find me Yan Xiaomei!"

Before the roar fell, he threw the bamboo flute into the cold river, and sneered a few times: "You and others all died from this flute, and now this flute is sunk to the bottom of the river. ”

After three sentences, the applause was thunderous.

The heroes took out their blades one after another, struck the side of the ship, and the sound of iron weapons shook the sky.

In the middle of the night, the wicked are sleepless.

As Yan Xiaomei sank the bamboo flute to the bottom of the river, this sentence is already a legend.

Since then, the hero has only two empty palms and a bloody coat.

Between heaven and earth, only Yan Xiaomei is worthy of wearing a bloody clothes.

Because he is the only hero in heaven and earth.

I've heard three things that heroes do, if you still don't recognize him as heroes.

I can only say that you are not a person in the rivers and lakes, and you are not worthy of listening to the stories of heroes.

Yangzhou City, today coincides with the big set.

The people in the village pushed agricultural goods into the city before dawn, and wanted to grab a good stall when there were few people.

As the sun rises, the market becomes more and more lively.

Goods are next to goods, and people are crowded with people.

It was so crowded that it was difficult to walk.

But people would rather crowd each other than get out of the way.

Because of the coffin of six.

Six wagons were brought into the city, each carrying a coffin.

Early in the morning, no one wants to touch the coffin, so as to save bad luck.

The man leading the carriage was dressed in a white robe, with a white scarf, white boots, and even a feather fan in his hand.

Although he didn't wear a sackcloth robe, he was dressed in plain white, which matched these six coffins.

He shook his feather fan and walked in front of the carriage.

The face is leisurely, and the gait is also leisurely.

How can there be a little sadness under the great mourning?

His horse was obedient and followed him all the way into the depths of the city.

Everywhere you pass, there is no obstacle.

No matter how humble a person is, he is not willing to deal with the coffin.

Walking all the way to the door of the Tongshun Inn, he finally stopped.

Because he took a fancy to the large courtyard of the Tongshun Inn.

This courtyard can hold at least thirty coffins.

Seeing that he stopped, the two little second brothers hurriedly ran out.

There was a polite voice in his mouth: "Uncle, please lift your feet and change it, the small shop is full." ”

No one wants to be involved in the funeral.

was driven away by the shopkeeper, and the man in white laughed instead of being annoyed.

Unhurriedly, he grabbed five ingots of gold from his sleeves, stuffed two ingots in each person's hand, and said softly: "This is a greeting gift." ”

Two ingots!

I'm damn, even the emperor doesn't have such a big hand, right?

The little second brother's mouth was already grinning at the back of his head, and he almost wanted to kneel down for him.

"Uncle, please inside!" The little second brother diligently dusted the man in white with a towel board.

"Uncle, there is a table of first-class banquets, and our brothers have invited you. Another little second brother came up and hugged the man in white, like a slave serving his master.

There was also a gold ingot in his hand, and after the man in white sat down, he casually threw the gold to the counter.

The shopkeeper didn't know why, and when he took the gold, he heard the man in white say lightly: "This is a meeting gift for you, and the cost of staying in the hotel is calculated separately." ”

picked up the gold, and the shopkeeper saw the cheerful appearance of the shopkeepers, and sighed in his heart: I knew that the coffin owner was so generous, so it was better to go to the door by myself just now.

The most generous people will definitely get the most enthusiastic service.

The finest tea rinse, the freshest ingredients, and the best wine.

Even the horses of the men in white ate the best forage.

The man in white didn't eat much, drank a lot, and seemed to be drunk.

While he was slowly tasting the wine, the little second brother came to his side with a bitter face.

Wiping his sweat all over his head, the little second brother almost begged for mercy: "Uncle, I have found more than a dozen husbands back and forth, but the coffin is too heavy, if there are more people, there will be no place to move, what should I do?"

Slowly putting down the wine glass, the man in white shook his head proudly: "More than a dozen people can't move those coffins, even if they add a dozen more people, they still can't move." ”

A coffin, even if it is made of fine wood, how heavy can it be?

Plus there is a person lying in the coffin, where can it sink?

Unless, the coffin is not filled with people.

So what's it for?

When the little second brother was scratching his head, the man in white took a big sip of wine with a pot to his mouth.

His voice was so loud that everyone in the tavern could hear it: "Do you know why the coffins are so heavy? ”

Six coffins full of gold?

If he is true, this gold can buy ten Yangzhou cities.

The man in white staggered up and patted the little second brother on the shoulder: "Do you think I'm bragging?"

Of course, the second brother thought he was bragging, but he didn't dare to say it, so he could only make promises.

"Wouldn't it be possible to move the gold first and put it in when the empty coffin was ready?"

This is indeed a solution, but who dares to let so much gold appear in the world, is not afraid of thieves?

But the man in white was not afraid, he was already drunk, his body was on the shoulder of the little second brother, and he smiled lightly: "Come with me, I will take you to see the gold in the coffin." ”