The anesthetic effect of the wine is very obvious, Leng Xiaoyun fell asleep after lying on the bed for a while, and the cold wind whistling outside the window made the window lattice sound, and it couldn't wake him up, and it was a good dream tonight. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The second day was sunny, and the sun finally showed its gentleness in the cold winter, wielding a warm sword to wake up everything. Leng Xiaoyun got up and went out of the house to let the sun drape him unbridledly, he should live an ordinary life.

The Wudang faction is built on the peak of Wudang Mountain, the buildings are scattered like a chessboard, the decoration is elegant, the bricks and tiles are simple, and the breeze brings a burst of morning incense, which seems to tell the prosperity of this place.

A burst of scolding came, Leng Xiaoyun looked for the sound and left, a cliff was criticized into a platform, all the martial arts disciples are practicing martial arts here, the sound of scolding is the sound of their sword practice, a disciple in a Taoist robe in front of everyone to guide, that person is holding a wooden sword, the swordsmanship is exquisite, there is a law of thorns, standing on the edge of the cliff like an immortal.

Leng Xiaoyun stood next to him and admired, the sword dance to the wonderful place did not realize that he praised in his heart, the swordsmanship of the person was like a breeze blowing from the cliff, or batch or sweep or stab or tease, when fast as a tiger, when vigorous as a swimming dragon, when entrenched like a python, when sharp like lightning, the dead trees on the edge of the cliff were also felt by his sword, and danced in the wind with his sword at will.

After the sword dance, Leng Xiaoyun hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Senior Brother Qingling's swordsmanship is really powerful!"

"How dare you, how dare you, Senior Brother Qingfeng, how about I accompany you to visit Wudang today!" Qing Ling said.

"That's very good!" Leng Xiaoyun finished speaking, and the two of them walked back onto the rugged mountain road. When the two of them were about to go to his peak, a priest hurriedly found Qing Ling and said: "The head of the family ordered you to go to the town under the mountain!

"It seems that our sect still has a lot of sandalwood, why do you want it again!, does the master have anything else to say?" asked Qing Lingqi.

"No!" the priest replied.

"I'll go with you!" Leng Xiaoyun said with a move in his heart.

"No need! Senior brother continue to play, don't delay your Yaxing! It's just this little thing, I can do it alone!" Qing Ling turned around after speaking, Leng Xiaoyun was inconvenient to follow, and only continued to walk towards another mountain peak.

Qingling went down the mountain alone, and when he arrived at the town under the mountain, he went straight to Jixiangyuan to find the shopkeeper Li, but the shopkeeper Li was not there, and the guy knew that Qingling was a frequent visitor, so he was busy making a pot of tea and invited Qingling to the backyard to rest.

Qing Ling was helpless, only to taste the tea, this tea seems to be quite different from the tea he usually drinks, the taste is strange, but not bitter; only a few sips, he suddenly felt that the guy is a little strange, as if he has been here several times, never seen this person!

Half an hour has passed, and the shopkeeper Li has not yet arrived, Qingling got up and wanted to leave, and suddenly felt a splitting headache, he hurriedly resisted, but found that the pain increased, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

"Hahaha, I didn't expect Wudang's Qingling to be so easy to be fooled! I knew that we wouldn't have to go through so much trouble!" The guy smiled, took off his mask, and a middle-aged man was exposed, with a scar on his face, and several people rushed out of the inner hall, all with swords.

"Wudang and you have no grievances, why do you harm me!" Qing Ling stretched out his hand to lift the sword, but found that there was no strength at all, and a mouthful of blood gushed out.

"The Wudang faction has no enmity with me, but you have an enmity with me! Someone saw you rob the daughter of Wang Yuanwai of Wangjiazhuang a few days ago, causing people to die of grief, and I will take you back to the two of them today!" The middle-aged man took out a long knife from behind his back, and Qing Ling wanted to lift the wooden sword, but there was still no trace of strength.

"My dissipation is not bad, you can't use a little strength in an hour, I won't kill you first, I will send you to the outside of the king's place first, and then take your life after you are spurned by everyone!" the man said proudly, and the long knife rested on Qing Ling's neck.

"I don't know who the king is, and I haven't robbed his daughter!

"You haven't robbed it, but someone has robbed it, and that person is me! I'll tell you the truth, I've finished killing his daughter, and I just want to find a scapegoat! The king's foreign family has a reward of two gold taels, and I can get it if I send you there, the best of both worlds!" the man laughed.

"It seems that the Baishan Gang is also a place where black and white are reversed!" a voice said.

"Black and white, there is no black and white in the world! If you win you, you will be white, and if you lose you, you will be black! The court oppresses the people, but no one dares to say that it is black?" the man laughed, and suddenly he felt that something was wrong, because the voice was not made by Qingling.

A man walked out of the house, he had a sword in his hand, a short sword shining with cold light, and several people at the door did not slowly fall down until he entered, and everyone with the blade took a few steps back.

"Your sword is fast!" the man said with a curled laugh.

"Of course, it won't hurt to cut off your head!" said the man.

"Hahaha, this is really a big talk, I Chen Dedao steel knife has never been afraid of anyone!" Although the man laughed, the steel knife still did not leave Qing Ling's neck.

"Then do you dare me to fight me, and I will kill you in one move!" said the man.

"Why should I fight you, you came to save him, and he fell into my hands, you will not see him die! Throw away the sword!" said the man fiercely.

The man threw away the dagger in his hand, and immediately several weapons were placed around his neck.

"Senior Brother Qingfeng, you can go, don't come to save me!" Qingling's voice seemed to plead and regret.

"I've heard that the Hundred Kindness Gang has always done good, but when I see all this, it seems that they have been doing evil!"

"Hahaha, at the beginning of the establishment of my Baishan Gang, I also did good, but I was repeatedly squeezed out by several factions, and even bullied by the imperial court, and almost wanted to exterminate our gang! Those who really do evil are all under the banner of justice! To do good is to oppose them, what is the point of doing good? Instead, I started to do evil, but I didn't expect my gang to grow so much!" The man laughed.

"The Baishan Gang has been operating in Tianfu, why did they come to the remote Wudang Mountain!" Leng Xiaoyun asked again.

"You're talking too much! Pull him out and cut him down!" the man shouted to a few people.

Several people grabbed Leng Xiaoyun and walked straight outside, Qing Ling struggled to get up, but his body couldn't move, and there was no way.