Ordinary people, like the rivers and lakes, often die early, because ants are always too fragile, but what are the rivers and lakes without ants?

Although they are dead, death is worthless, death is meaningless, death is so desolate, at least there is the loess at the time of death to carry their blood, not good people and no one will think that they are evil, coming and going like the wind also saves the rivers and lakes from being sinister!

The dense shade of the trees was unusually eerie, and the branches of the trees were whirring in the wind, and after two hours, their bodies were still lying there, and the blood had not spread anymore and had gradually coagulated.

At the end there was the sound of horses' hooves, even if the horses' hooves were hurrying, even if they were unpredictable, they could never be counted as rivers and lakes, and finally they were still a step too late.

The sound of horses' hooves suddenly disappeared, the sound of the wind disappeared, the swaying branches of the trees also stopped, and everything seemed to be calm, only the heartbeat and anger were beginning to sublimate.

Accustomed to seeing life and death, and experiencing killing, they should have been cold-blooded and ruthless, but in the face of two monks who died tragically, their eyes moistened, tears were not fragile, perhaps in many cases it was a ruler between justice and evil.

Wen Yunfeng and Duan Yunhong got off their horses and walked over slowly, looking at the blood splashes on the ground, their sighs were pale and helpless at this time.

Duan Yunhong said coldly: "It seems that we are still a step late, but it is a pity that these two little masters have lost their innocent lives." ”

Wen Yunfeng said in a low voice: "The blood debt will never stop, one day the slaughtered people will pay a terrible price, and that will be even more painful to die." ”

Wen Yunfeng's words seemed to be cursing, and it was also anger in his heart, and he was also very helpless, even if he was the best in the world in swordsmanship, even if he was a hero admired by tens of thousands of people, there were still some things he couldn't do.

Looking at the monk on the ground who was cut off by his waist, Wen Yunfeng slowly squatted down to carefully examine the wound, and suddenly he frowned and said, "Second brother, look!"

Duan Yunhong immediately squatted down and looked at the wound, he also frowned, his eyes showed even more incredulity, he shook his head and said: "This is obviously a fatal blow, no matter how high the martial arts are, if there is no sharp weapon, it will definitely not be possible, if you want to cut off a person's body, the weapon must have enough weight, except for the Soul Sword, I can no longer think of that kind of weapon that can do it." ”

Wen Yunfeng seemed to realize something, and immediately ran towards the corpse of the little monk in front of him, staring at the traces of the little monk's chest being pierced by the sword hole, Wen Yunfeng shook his head and said, "This is definitely not a coincidence!"

Duan Yunhong stepped forward and said, "Soul Absolute Sword and Qingyan Sword, this is definitely impossible to coincide!"

Wen Yunfeng stood up and asked, "Second brother, you haven't seen the Soul Destroying Sword since Liu Lin, do you remember where you left him behind?"

Duan Yunhong thought about it, he actually had an answer in his heart, but it seemed that he didn't want to believe this answer.

Duan Yunhong repeated in a low voice: "It's impossible, it can't be him, this old man is definitely not a murderer!"

Wen Yunfeng asked, "Was it the old man from the corner teahouse in Liulin Town?"

Duan Yunhong said: "Yes, he persuaded me to put down the butcher knife to welcome love, so I entrusted the knife to him at that time. ”

Wen Yunfeng recalled the scene when Jin Yiwei wanted to capture Duan Yunhong, the three flying stones that disappeared without a trace, maybe Wen Yunfeng still had doubts at that time, but now he should be sure that the old man is definitely a master who is deeply hidden.

Duan Yunhong asked, "Brother Wen, what's the matter with your sword? You have never left your sword, why haven't you seen the Qingyan on your waist for the past few days?"

Wen Yunfeng said with annoyance: "I can't hide that night in Jin Shoutian's crossbow array, the sword was lost, I went back to the distance several times to look for it but there was no news, I heard that it rained heavily that night, the sword was either taken away by Jin Shoutian or picked up by unscrupulous people, and now it seems that it should have been picked up!"

Looking back at the two corpses on the ground, Duan Yunhong's eyes were full of guilt, now he was the city lord of the Southern Alliance, and the others who had not fulfilled the covenant had died because of him.

Duan Yunhong was about to kneel, Wen Yunfeng grabbed Duan Yunhong and said: "Second brother, now is not the time to feel guilty and blame yourself, we must find the mastermind behind the scenes, otherwise such a tragedy will definitely continue to happen!"

Duan Yunhong said: "The person who started the attack is ruthless, and he has already fled at this time, how easy is it to find out the mastermind behind the scenes?"

Wen Yunfeng said: "Let the two masters settle into the soil first, and then we will go to Liulin Town to have a look, people have left their names and geese have taken pictures, but the other party will definitely leave clues!"

Loess, graves, wooden tablets, this should be everyone's destination, although there is a difference between sooner or later, but there will be no essential difference.

Wen Yunfeng and Duan Yunhong stood quietly on the graves of the two monks, the people who heroes admired the most were often not heroes, because they knew how harmful the false name of heroes was, if they could choose, Wen Yunfeng and Duan Yunhong might give up the covenant of the alliance city, but now they are ready to fly.

The sunset blushes dotted the sky little by little, the autumn wind stirred the fallen leaves, the plackets of their clothes fluttered in the wind, the fallen leaves fell on their shoulders, and their eyes were only guilt, self-blame and anger.

The last trace of the red halo of the setting sun dissipated in the mountains to the west, Wen Yunfeng and Duan Yunhong walked towards Liulin Town in the night, at this moment the wine house on the corner of the street was still there, but the old man was invisible, no one knew where he went?

Duan Yunhong asked, "Brother Wen, where do we start?"

Wen Yunfeng smiled and said, "Do you know who is the most well-informed in Liulin Town?"

Duan Yunhong thought for a while and said, "Speaking of this, the most well-informed is the innkeeper in Liulin Town. ”

Wen Yunfeng asked: "That's right, these people will always know something that ordinary people don't know, but they are also very good at deceiving people, do you know how to make them tell the truth?"

Duan Yunhong smiled and said, "If one ingot of silver can still make them tell the truth, then the only way is two ingots!"

Wen Yunfeng smiled and looked at the inns at the end of the street that were still lit with fires and said, "Second brother, I am in charge of the left, you are in charge of the right, we will meet here at this time tomorrow night, and even if we meet halfway, we must pretend not to know each other." ”

Duan Yunhong nodded, the two of them didn't delay and looked for the night, although Liulin is not big, there are at least hundreds of inns of all sizes, so it is not so easy to ask door to door, where does so much silver come from?

The rivers and lakes have their own rules, and some money is not worth it to find flowers and ask willows, if these lines can be used to do something good, it may be regarded as atonement for themselves.

Stealing is sometimes not an evil thing, but an extremely righteous thing, so there are no absolutes in the world, and the main thing is to look at the original intention and result.

There was a crowd of people above the Daxiong Treasure Hall, and the two heads of the Nanyang Sword Sect and the Xiling Yidao Sect had been wandering around the hall, and they had been waiting here for three days and three nights.

The afterglow of the morning sun was once again projected in the lofty mountains, and looking at the rising sun, the emotions of these people were even more unbearable.

The head of Xiling Yidaomen said loudly: "The three of them should be back according to their feet, why are they still missing? ”

The head of the Nanyang Sword Sect also stood up and said, "I guess it's also a lot of bad luck." ”

At this time, Huai Lin stood up and said: "Since everyone has come to Shaolin, it can be seen that they also trust Shaolin, of course, Shaolin will not harbor aliens, everyone will wait quietly and everything will be known." ”

After that, the two heads stopped talking and walked around the hall anxiously.

Finally, there was a rush of footsteps outside the main hall, and although the footsteps were getting more and more urgent, they were also becoming more and more frivolous, and the people who came must have collapsed to the extreme!

Master Huaiyin frowned when he heard the sound of footsteps, and walked quickly towards the door of the main hall.

At this time, the surviving little monk walked in from outside the hall with a tired face and staggered steps, his red and swollen eyes should have been caused by the overnight rush, his eyes were full of tears and fear, and he collapsed to the ground before he could reach Master Huaiyin.

Master Huaiyin hurriedly stepped forward to pick up the little monk on the ground and asked, "What happened to Mingkong, why didn't your two senior brothers come back with you?"

Mingkong sobbed with tears in his eyes and said, "The two senior brothers will never come back, they have been murdered. ”

Huai Lin said: "Mingkong, you are a Shaolin disciple, cheer up a little, what will happen? How did you get out of danger? ”

The little monk of Mingkong wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, eased his nervousness and fear, and slowly told the story of what happened in the western suburbs of Liulin that day.

As soon as Master Huaiyin heard this, he knew that there was a cat in it and lowered his head in thought, but at this time, the other heads of the house who were present instantly exploded.

The head of the Nanyang Sword Sect stepped forward and asked, "Can the little master see the appearance of the two of them?"

The little monk shook his head and said, "I haven't seen it clearly, these two people are masked and black-clothed. ”

The head of Nanyang continued to ask, "Do you know what kind of weapons the two of them use?"

The little monk said, "A big knife with a cold light and a sword with a strange shape. ”

The head of Nanyang turned around and said to the other heads: "The matter is already very clear, there is no one else except Wen Yunfeng and Duan Yunhong, Master Huaiyin, you have an idea!"

Master Huaiyin turned around and frowned, he didn't answer the words of the head of Nanyang, he didn't hear it but didn't know how to answer? Although all the spearheads were pointed at Nanmeng City, there were still many doubts in it, but if Master Huaiyin was defending Nanmeng City, it would only lead to the division of the Central Plains.

At this time, the head of Xiling Yidaomen also stood up and said: "If Master Huaiyin is still in trouble, we will go down the mountain." ”

Master Huaiyin immediately turned around and said, "In addition to this scum in the rivers and lakes, how can Shaolin sit idly by? Huaiyin, you take a hundred warrior monks and send disciples with the five major sects to Nanmeng City to ask for an explanation for the rivers and lakes!"

Huai Lin immediately replied: "Follow the abbot's orders." ”

Master Huaiyin whispered in Huai Lian's ear: "Don't be impulsive here, this matter is not so simple, try to appease the conflict, don't let the Central Plains rivers and lakes fall into the trap of others." ”

Huai Lin nodded, and personally ordered a hundred warrior monks to walk down the mountain with the disciples of the five major sects.

Looking at the back of the five major sects and Huai Lone's departure, Master Huaiyin frowned, his eyes were full of anxiety, he knew that the turmoil in the rivers and lakes was about to start again, and he had no choice but to leave the school!