"Friends outside, since you are here, why hide and hide, overhearing a pair of old husbands and mothers-in-law arguing, I'm afraid it's not a gentleman's doing!" There was a loud shout from the house, and the bamboo leaves fell in a flutter.

Xia Xuehan couldn't help frowning, he asked himself if he was well hidden, and he didn't make a little noise, but he was still discovered.

He simply didn't hide, walked outside the fence, and quietly looked into the house, when a green light unfolded, and in a moment, an old man in his sixties appeared in front of him.

The old man was dressed in a green robe, with a clear face, a towering forehead, and a goatee. The strange old man walked around Xia Xuehan and Nan Mengying with his hands behind his back, nodded his head incessantly, and exclaimed, "What a pair of handsome little dolls!"

When Nan Mengying heard him say "a couple", she couldn't help but blush her cheeks, glanced at Xia Xuehan, who was not shocked, and felt a little lost in her heart, and said angrily: "Who are you strange old man, what do you want to do?"

The strange old man pointed at himself, shrugged his nose, and said, "I, I'm a strange old man, you two broke into my senior brother's house, and eavesdropped on our old couple arguing, and I haven't asked you what you want to do!"

"Who is the younger couple with him, don't talk nonsense about you weird old man!" Nan Mengying's face turned even redder, although she was chic and uninhibited on weekdays, she was still a girl who didn't know anything about the world after all.

Xia Xuehan arched his hand and said: "Don't misunderstand the seniors, the juniors don't have any malicious intent, they are just going to ask the seniors for some things, please ......."

"That old thing is dead, I don't have time to deal with you, hurry up and leave!" As soon as he heard Xia Xuehan mention the name of Gong Yi, he was anxious, and his squinted eyes suddenly bulged round.

Before Xia Xuehan finished speaking, the strange old man waved his hand impatiently, and suddenly his gaze swept over the tears in Xia Xuehan's hands, and two murderous auras suddenly shot out of his eyes, and he shouted angrily: "Are you Xia Xuehan?"

"Exactly!" Xia Xuehan was still dressed in white and dusty.

"Do you know who I am?" suddenly became fierce on the strange old man's body.

Xia Xuehan chuckled: "I didn't know, but now I know." The honorable driver is Shunan Bamboo Weng Mengjie, and the inside is Mrs. Zun's orchid mother-in-law Lan Xianghai, right?"

Gong Yi called himself the plum blossom hermit, and Meng Jie, Lan Xianghai, and Mo Changli, the chrysanthemum monk, the four of them were called the four gentlemen in Shu. Xia Xuehan heard the old woman call the old woman a senior brother, and when she saw the strange old man's body and martial arts, she naturally guessed that it was the couple.

The strange old man looked at Xia Xuehan in surprise, this handsome young man who talked and laughed freely made him feel like he was facing a big mountain, and he was so depressed that he couldn't breathe.

"The old man is Meng Jie, I don't know what to teach you when you move to the barren mountains?" the strange old man's words softened slightly, and he gently stroked the handful of goatee.

"I don't dare to see the teaching, I just want to see the remains of the old seniors, I don't know the respect of the old predecessors?" Xia Xuehan is as clean as jade, and she is elegant when talking and laughing.

"The world says that the senior brother died at your hands, although the merits need to be verified, but the senior brother's bones are not cold, and there is a lot of inconvenience, please forgive me!" Before the words fell, an old woman had already arrived in front of her, dressed in coarse linen clothes that could not hide the charm that still existed, and her head was full of black silk and it was difficult to cover her detached temperament.

Xia Xuehan raised her eyebrows lightly, looking up and down at the old woman in front of her, although she was old and yellow, but the temperament of the hollow valley orchid was convincing. Xia Xuehan smiled and asked, "Does the second elder believe that Xue Han killed Brother Venerable?"

The old woman Lan Xianghaiyue frowned, and said lightly: "Five points of belief, five points of hesitation." ”

Xia Xuehan raised his hand to catch a falling bamboo leaf, and laughed loudly: "It is said that Meilan bamboo chrysanthemum has a noble character, and when I see it today, it is worthy of its reputation." Thinking about it, if Xue Han kills the public and loses, he will definitely not let the two of them stand here today. ”

Meng Jie's face was flushed with anger, and he said coldly: "Prince Xuehan is inevitably too underestimated by my husband and wife, although it is not as famous as you, but if you really kill that old ghost, my surname Meng will have to use this old life to fight with you." ”

Lan Xianghai bowed slightly, and said: "The son of Xuehan is from a noble background, this thatched hut and thatched cottage will inevitably stain the prince's golden body, and if it is rude, please Haihan!"

This old woman in the hollow valley is gentle and respectful in her conversation, not rude, even if she refuses, her words are elegant and extraordinary.

"In this case, Xue Han is leaving! If you have leisure, you must come to the door to visit!" Xia Xuehan smiled lightly, glanced at Nan Mengying, and turned to leave.

After walking along the quiet bamboo forest for a long time, Xia Xuehan was still calm and chic, and his flawless face was almost suspected to be an immortal who went to the Yaochi Immortal Association.

"Gong is dead, and he has successfully blamed me, if you are my opponent, then what will you do next?" Xia Xuehan suddenly asked with a smile.

Nan Mengying nodded and said: "The so-called framing is that you can't give the other party a chance to explain, create a preconceived impression for everyone, and then strike while the iron is hot and let the other party sit on the charge, so that no matter how you explain it later, it will be useless." If I were your opponent, I would create another opportunity for you to be convicted of this crime. ”

Xia Xuehan looked at this wise and beautiful girl, the breeze blew her hair, covering her eyes, and a shallow smile appeared on her lips, so clean and intoxicating.

"That's right, I have already met the four gentlemen of Shu, and my opponent will inevitably pick on the other three of the four gentlemen of Shu, as long as we keep an eye on them, we will definitely be able to lure the snake out of the hole. Xia Xuehan smiled lightly, as if everything in the world was under his control.

Nan Mengying stroked the hair on her forehead, pursed her lips, and said, "I really don't know who is calculating whom!"

Xia Xuehan walked forward and said, "When you find out that you are in a trap set by the enemy, what you have to do is not to jump out, but to set a bigger trap at any cost. ”

In the city of Danyang, a blind gray-clothed old man pulled an old erhu and walked by without saying a word, as if going back and forth between the ancient and modern, sinking or floating, whimpering in a minor tune along the road, pouring out the hard work on the rivers and lakes.

This is a lonely old man with gray sideburns, and in his hands, this unadorned erhu flows out of the desolation of late autumn, low and mournful, like crying and complaining, like an unfortunate street child telling his suffering.

The long erhu sound, mournful, desolate, wisps, want to break and connect, like light clouds floating uncertainly.

"Mo is full of grass, not far from people. Reading poems three more rains, talking about the night before the lamp. When will he return to be an idler, swing a hoe to spread the clouds, and wet people's clothes with red dew. Mo Changli, Mo Changli, sad to the death of this life!" The blind old man pulled the erhu through the lively streets and alleys, singing loudly, the voice was clear, and everyone who heard it was sad.

The blind old man pulled the old erhu as he walked, and although he couldn't see it, he didn't have the slightest hindrance through the bustling crowd.

He traveled all the way south to a dilapidated house, in front of which a pair of stone lions had fallen in front of the stone steps, covered with a layer of fallen leaves, and a layer of cobwebs on the diagonally hung plaque.

"Squeak!"

The blind old man pushed open the half-covered door, and the dust drifted down, and he felt a bamboo stick and groped his way to the courtyard.

The blind old man stood in the middle of the courtyard, the dead leaves scattered all over the yard danced without wind, the leisurely erhu sounded, and a ghostly black figure attacked the blind old man.

A pair of hands that were so pale that there was not a trace of blood flicked lightly, and dozens of flying dead leaves shot towards the blind old man.

The erhu voice turned suddenly, and a sharp voice came out from the strings, and the majestic internal force was like ripples, swinging in circles, and the leaves that shot out turned into powder and drifted away with the wind.

"Hehehe, the ancients, picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, leisurely see Nanshan. Old Man Mo is not picking chrysanthemums in the deep mountains, but is sad in the downtown area, this elegance is really different from his predecessors!" A charming chuckle came from the abandoned house, and a bewitching woman in red had a charming smile on her face.

The blind old man was not half surprised on his face, and a sneer squeezed out of his wrinkled face, and said, "If the old man is hiding in the mountains, how can he attract the real murderer behind the scenes." If the old man's ears are not clumsy, Your Excellency is a blue yellow spring, and the shadow of the adult, why didn't the ghost lord who attacked the old man come out?"

The enchanting woman in red covered her mouth and chuckled: "Old Man Mo is so boring, people still want to give you a surprise!" A pair of peach blossom eyes bloomed with a seductive charm, if it was a man with a little less concentration, he would fall under her pomegranate skirt and let her go around.

Just listening to this voice makes people's chests hot, and the desire is unbearable, this female killer of Biluo Huangquan has perfected the soul devouring technique, and the erhu is pulled, and the charming voice has to dissipate.

But when I pulled it again, my voice was a little hoarse, and I thought it was because the internal force of the shadow had deviated from the erhu strings.

The blind old man frowned, stretched out his hand to touch the erhu strings, and said unhurriedly: "People who can invite Biluo Huangquan are not ordinary people. Now it is rumored in the countryside that Xia Xuehan killed the foolish brother, and in the old man's opinion, this matter must be malicious slander by someone with a heart!"

The blind old man Mo Changli stretched out his hand to adjust the erhu strings, pulled it again, his voice returned to clear, and Mo Changli's brows finally relaxed.

Lang Ying let out a "giggle" smile, stretched out his hand and pulled the hem of his somewhat wrinkled clothes, there were thousands of styles between his every move, and said pretentiously: "Why did Old Man Mo say this? I think that Xia Xuehan guarded and stole himself, seized the eight-tone treasure box, and went on a killing spree in Hanshan Temple, these are all things that the people in the rivers and lakes can see!"

The summer in Yizhou is more hot than elsewhere, and the occasional wind is also mixed with heat waves, Rao is Mo Changli is such a senior master, exposed to the sun for a while, and dense fine sweat also oozed from his forehead.

"Lord Langying's words are wrong, if Xia Xuehan wants to win the eight-tone treasure box, there are thousands of opportunities, why send people to Hanshan Temple, because the monk exposed it in public and became the target of public criticism. The killing ring is even more unavoidable, don't say it's him, if you are other arrogant masters of the rivers and lakes, you will inevitably act like him. Mo Changli walked a few steps forward, and when he arrived at the shadow of the house, it was a little cooler, and said, "Although the old man's eyes are blind, his heart is very clear!"

"Although Old Man Mo can see clearly, some people would rather the world be confused, so there is the meaning of our existence in Biluo Huangquan, isn't it?"

The shadow swayed step by step, and walked towards Mo Changli, his fingers dancing slightly, and the sound of "hissing" came from the grass.

"That person can't win against Xia Xuehan, he lacks something called 'benevolence'!" As he spoke, the bow pulled, and the old erhu played again.

"If someone hadn't spent money on Old Man Mo's life, how could the little woman bear to attack an old man?"

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