Chapter 111: Prosperity and Prosperity Always Meet

In all directions of this Changbai Mountain, there are countless masters of the rivers and lakes who climb towards the top of the mountain, with different appearances, different clothes, good and evil, but they have a common goal.

"It's that he killed the young master, give it to me, chop him!" I don't know when, a group of people with long knives in their hands have blocked in front of Mo Lin, they are dressed in southerner clothes, and they are murderous.

Mo Lin stopped, pulled Feng Qiwu behind him slightly, stood in front of Feng Qiwu like a sword, looked at those people coldly, and asked, "Are you from the Shen family?"

Those people didn't speak, they just looked at him hatefully, it is unimaginable how much manpower and material resources it takes for a family to cultivate a successor, this is equivalent to the crown prince of a country, and the hope of a family's future.

There is an unwritten rule in the rivers and lakes not to kill the descendants of the descendants, and the descendants of a family walk in the rivers and lakes, as long as they are not mortal enemies, they will be let go after a lesson, how can Mo Lin kill him if he says this.

As soon as Shen Yulang died, the chaos that the Shen family encountered was unimaginable, and the easiest thing was that there was a fault in the inheritance, and it would take more than ten or twenty years to re-train a successor. If it is serious, there will be a rebellion like a royal family, and the heir to the throne will die, then the other forces will be ready to move, fight openly and secretly, and the family will be ruined like this, and it will be difficult to recover its peak strength for at least a hundred years.

"Since you don't speak, then get out of the way for me, and if you feel that you have the strength, then come forward!" Mo Lin put these dead soldiers of the Shen family in his eyes.

The leader raised his long knife and aimed it at Feng Qiwu, hesitated for a long time as if he had made a major decision, and said: "We know that we are not your opponent, and we don't want to be your enemy, hand over this woman to us, let us go back and have an explanation, and let you go!"

When Feng Qiwu heard this, he looked up at Mo Lin with a cold look, secretly thinking that he couldn't talk about friendship with this person, and he would cause trouble to him on the way, he would definitely hand himself over with one more thing than one less, and it would be better to die in the past and die with more backbone.

was about to break free of Mo Lin's hand and walk out, but Mo Lin spoke: "Let me go?" hum...... I don't think this is a bargaining chip that can be used to threaten me, the key is that these four words annoy me, if you kill yourself, it won't take much effort to think about it, what do you think?" The words that seemed to be smiling were not high in tone, but they made those dead soldiers of the Shen family feel a huge voice echoing in this snowy mountain, and they finally realized how stupid what they just said was.

"You...... Mo Lin, what are you going to do?" The man at the head couldn't help but shrink back, and forced a mouthful of saliva to hide the fear in his heart.

The desolate face in Mo Lin's hand has been moved to his left hand, and Feng Qiwu, who is holding in his right hand, has also let go, and said coldly: "It is rumored in the rivers and lakes that many years ago, Nanxian Xia Xuehan said a sentence 'Only those who are not afraid of death deserve to live!' As a weak person, stopping me is a crime in itself!' Today, this sentence is also given to you." ”

I saw the cold light flickering, and the fifth-ranked divine sword in the world had been unsheathed, and it was heading towards the front with a mighty murderous aura.

The white sword light flowed, as if the heavens and the earth had just opened, and the first star appeared in an obscurant universe, getting brighter and brighter.

"Poof!"

The sound of a sharp weapon piercing into the flesh sounded, and I saw blood splashing, throwing a beautiful arc in the air, and the hot, bright red blood fell on the white snow, like plum blossoms blooming in the snow.

When the barren face is out of the sheath, there will be a barren face between heaven and earth.

The more than a dozen lives were harvested by him, and it was only a matter of a dozen breaths, and the dead soldiers of the Shen family did not understand until they died, how could there be such a person in the world.

It's obviously a simple move, why is it so beautiful in his hands, and even killing people is as pleasing to the eye as he interprets it like a shocking dance.

Putting his sword into the sheath, his eyes coldly swept over the dozen or so corpses that had fallen on the ground, these foolish and loyal dead soldiers would inevitably be eaten clean by the mountain eagles and fierce beasts that smelled blood in the near future, and the bones were gone.

"Thank you!"

Although it was difficult for the arrogant Feng Qiwu to speak, he still sent this sentence from his heart, and Mo Lin just nodded, not to make Feng Qiwu's words look embarrassing.

Pulling her arm and stepping on the thick layers of ice and snow and walking forward, Feng Qiwu's face turned red again for some reason, and her eyes just met Mo Lin's knife-like side face, and hurriedly looked away.

"Childe, the Emperor of Heaven has an order, let you rush to Tiyun Peak immediately!" a man in black rushed to report, Mo Lin just nodded slightly, and sped up his steps forward.

Feng Qiwu couldn't imagine why such an arrogant person could still order him, and why such a man obeyed unreservedly, and couldn't help but think of the young man in white who was victorious in snow, maybe only that kind of person could command the world to make Mo Lin such an unruly and unruly man in the world submit.

Tiyun Peak is one of the pomegranate peaks of Changbai Mountain, in the summer when the ice and snow are digested, the rock is exposed, the shape is like a ladder, and the Baitou Peak Tianchi of Changbai Mountain is far away, the peak is covered with clouds and mist all year round, even if it is a sunny day, the outline of the peak can not be seen clearly.

Legend has it that this peak leads directly to the heavenly palace, and it is the ladder of heaven and the world that connects it, so it is called Tiyun Peak.

Tiyun Peak and the main peak of Changbai Baitou Peak are only one mile apart, in this season of heavy snow covering the mountain, the white vast ones are the same, the road ahead is difficult to distinguish, if you want to reach Baitou Peak, the first to Tiyun Peak is undoubtedly the best choice.

When Mo Lin and Feng Qiwu arrived at Tiyun Peak, there were already many people on this dangerous peak.

They got together in twos and threes, with old friends who had been separated for many years, old people who had made an appointment to walk together, couples who flew with wings, and masters and servants who were respectful and humble.

One of the most eye-catching is a soft sedan chair in the southeast corner, not to mention anything else, that is, the four women who carry the sedan chair make people can't take their eyes off, light purple clothes, a waist with a hand, skin like clotted fat, eyebrows like a far away, not only the appearance is excellent, even the temperament revealed by the body is also fascinating.

It's just that although there are masters here, but no one dares to come forward to talk, just because they can't afford to provoke the people sitting in the soft sedan chair, Emperor Jialan of Great Xia, Xia Lang, the son of Xuanyuan of the Western Emperor, the most mysterious person among the four princes.

No one has ever seen him kill people with his own hands, but his enemies have died one by one; no one has seen him ride a horse to go on an expedition, but the small countries on the border of Great Xia have been incorporated into the territory of Great Xia one by one; no one has ever seen his martial arts, but he is as famous as the three masters who have won the first place in ancient history in martial arts.

Xia Lang sat in a soft sedan chair like this, holding a cup of tea in one hand and a book in the other, it seemed that he came to Changbai Mountain not to compete with the two of them for anything at all, but for a casual outing, and after a while, he asked lightly: "Are those two people here?"

"Back to the master, Yun Yifan and Xia Xuehan haven't arrived yet, but Yun Yifan's first general, Mo Lin, has arrived, and there is a woman with a world-famous appearance by his side?" replied a purple-clothed beauty carrying a sedan chair respectfully.

"Oh?" said Xia Lang with more interest on his face, "Does the Kirin Princesse also deal with women?"

"Master, that woman is the orphan of the former Prince Sogo!"

The emperor of the previous dynasty set up the eldest prince Xia Chongguang as the crown prince, he was critically ill, Xia Lang's father Xia Chongde seized the emperor's throne with a trick, and killed Xia Chongguang, the crown princess fled the capital with a son and the child in the womb, which is today's Feng Qiwu, under the cover of the soldiers, this matter was strongly suppressed by Xia Chongde, and the pair of children have been looking for many years to no avail.

But with the intelligence network in Sharon's hands, there are a few things in the world that can't be detected? It's just that he doesn't feel that these two siblings are much of a threat to him, so he doesn't deliberately investigate.

"I'd like to see what other interesting things will happen in this Cloud Peak!" Xia Lang realized, the smile on his face became more and more intense, like a fox waiting for his prey to run into his pit, took a sip of tea, and leaned on the soft cushion.

After Feng Qiwu went up to this ladder cloud peak, his eyes fell on the soft sedan chair, and what flashed in his eyes was an indescribable emotion, a helplessness of hatred but powerlessness.

"I feel a little bit of murderous aura from you, but I advise you to restrain yourself, he is a person who can't see through, if it is possible for a mayfly to shake a tree, then you are not even a mayfly in the face of him. Mo Lin was a merciless blow.

Feng Qiwu turned his head to look at him, lowered his head, and didn't look at Xia Lang again.

"The people from Biluo Yellow Spring are here!"

I don't know who shouted, people's eyes moved to the direction of the mountain, where four people walked up without hurry, Gu Lan, who had silver-white hair and a black burqa, was also one of the five little sons in the world. Behind him is a bewitching and hot shadow, a ghost covered by a black cloak, and a burly and silent broken path.

The scene where the four great killers appeared together has not been seen in the rivers and lakes for many years, and there are rumors in the rivers and lakes that the four great killers have the ability to fight with the four princes together, but no one has seen it, and the four of them have never answered clearly.

The moment Gu Lan appeared, Feng Qiwu, who had his head down, seemed to hear a call from many years ago, suddenly raised his head, his eyes fell on Gu Lan's body accurately, and he felt that the blood frozen all over his body was boiling at this moment, which was a kind of resonance connected by blood.

Gu Lan also seemed to feel an unusual gaze, turned her head, and looked at each other, at this moment, it seemed that thousands of years had passed.

"Brother!"

Feng Qiwu called softly, but this simple call, in the ears of a murderous assassin like Gu Lan, he almost burst into tears, as if he had been struck by lightning, and he didn't come back to his senses for a long time.

"Perched on the ground...... It's you......" Gu Lan, a man whose heart was already harder than Xuantie, unexpectedly trembled in his voice.

Feng Qiwu, who is dignified and virtuous on weekdays, no longer cares about the eyes of others, no longer cares about secular etiquette, and leaves Mo Lin and runs towards Gu Lan, the snow on the ground is very thick, she runs very slowly, and is trapped by the snow from time to time.

Not only Gu Lan, but also other people felt a little desolate and distressed, Gu Lan couldn't stand anymore, her body spun, shook out of fourteen or fifteen zhang, caught Feng Qiwu, and took her into her arms.

When he was ten years old, he was taken into Biluo Huangquan by his master, and since then he has been in the dark, and he has never seen his only relative again.

When she left, the poor little girl was only four years old, and she still remembered that the little girl didn't cry when she left, but just held his sleeve and asked him to come back to see her early, but this wait is twenty years, this little girl doesn't know how much she has suffered, and her brother is not doing his duty!

At this time, even if there are a thousand words, it can't match the reality of this hug.

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