It is said that Chu Zhuangyun chased into the valley. But I saw that there was a hole in the valley: green mountains, green water, green grass, green bamboo, blue sky, the sound of the piano was slightly cool, like the moonlight floating on the cold pool, and then gradually drifted away...... Listening attentively, there seems to be a bamboo flute cold outpouring, the bamboo flute is far away and desolate resentment, and the whole valley is silent in a half-lonely and half-sad sound and the coldness surrounded by green trees......

Chu Zhuangyun couldn't help but restrain the posture of galloping on the horse, and instead held the bridle tightly, and walked forward slowly, enjoying the beautiful scenery on the left and right, and forgetting about the thief for a while. Chu Zhuangyun looked up at the sky, but was blocked by a patch of shady branches and leaves, and thin light sneaked down from the cracks in the branches and leaves...... The light rain for several days washed away all the dust in the valley, leaving behind only a looming rainbow and intoxicating fresh air.

Chu Zhuangyun breathed in the refreshing air, deeply attracted by this beautiful scenery, and couldn't help but chant: "'After the new rain in the empty mountain, the weather is late in autumn. "Well, Wang Youcheng's good song "Autumn Evening in the Mountain House"! Today, I, Chu Zhuangyun, am also fortunate to see such beautiful scenery, which is really lucky. I couldn't help but sing aloud.

Just as Chu Zhuangyun was happily forgetting, a cold voice not far away said: "Bold! Dare to trespass into the White Tiger Valley!" As soon as the words fell, an arrow "whirred" straight towards Chu Zhuangyun's face door, Chu Zhuangyun was first startled by this sudden sound, and then saw a stream of arrows rushing towards his face, just a blink of an eye, the tip of the arrow was about to touch his skin.

At the time of emergency, Chu Zhuangyun couldn't help but shout, his left hand was negligently upward, and his middle finger and index finger clamped the arrow like lightning, followed by an angry shout, and the fingertips exerted force, and the arrow branch was broken by an earthquake.

The cold voice was obviously shocked, and couldn't help but "pout". jumped out of the grass and beckoned behind him: "Brothers, come out, let's work together to catch this guy!" As soon as the words fell, more than a dozen people jumped out of the grass behind him: all of them were wearing hidden headbands made of grass roots and branches, and each holding a short knife in his hand.

Chu Zhuangyun reined in his horse, sneered, and scanned everyone with extremely vigilant eyes. If the eyes could kill, these people would already have dozens of cuts on their bodies.

The man who was cold and led by Fang just let go: "Chu Lao Wu, our brothers have never provoked you in the White Tiger Valley, nor have they offended you Chumen, why did they trespass on us?" Chu Zhuangyun pointed to the man's nose and said, "Since you just said that you didn't provoke me, how should you explain the fact that you just released a dark arrow and intended to hurt me?" The man was stunned for a moment, but then resumed his cold voice and said, "Hmph, that's just a means for me to defend against foreign enemies!"

Chu Zhuangyun sneered again, suddenly jumped off the horse, and said, "Since you are so arrogant, then let's see the real chapter under our men!" The man said: "Hmph! If I don't use some real skills, you really don't know my Zhao San's skills!" As he spoke, he pulled out an arrow from his back, pulled the bow and drew the string, and everything went smoothly. I only heard a "whoosh" that broke the air, and another arrow rushed towards Chu Zhuangyun, but Chu Zhuangyun had already taken precautions this time, tiptoe up and kicked the arrow upward, and kicked the arrow straight into the air, Chu Zhuangyun just landed on his toes, and immediately jumped into the air with agility, grabbed the arrow between the two fingers of his right hand, and threw it towards Zhao San like a dart, and said by the way: "Zhao San! Take your arrow, this is what I gave you!"

Zhao San saw the arrow flying towards the door in front of him, and hurriedly dodged, but it was already too late. With a "snort", the arrow had already entered Zhao San's right shoulder. Zhao San then shouted, threw the bow out with one arm, and fainted to the ground. Zhao San's subordinates hurriedly came to check, only to see Zhao San's eyes closed, his face was pale, his lips were faintly purple, his left hand was clutching the arrow, his right arm was still bleeding, and one of his subordinates wanted to pull out the arrow for Zhao San.

Chu Zhuangyun watched coldly from the sidelines and said, "Heh, the shoulder blade of his right arm is broken, if you pull out the arrow now, his arm will definitely be useless." Zhao San's subordinates all looked at each other, unable to speak for a long time, and the two of them lifted Zhao San up and ran towards the depths of the valley. The rest of the people were still holding knives, blocking Chu Zhuangyun's way.

Chu Zhuang Yun said loudly: "Your masters are dead. Do you still have to resist, this will only hurt your own lives in vain!" Zhao San's subordinates just shook their heads, still standing in the middle of the road.

Chu Zhuangyun frowned unconsciously, and said, "It's really a group of loyal people. He gave them a deep bow and said, "In that case, don't blame me for being too heavy. He pulled out the light sun and moon flute on his waist and pointed straight at the "dove tail point" of a person at the very front. Zhao San's subordinates moved unhurriedly, as if they had been trained before. After the move, everyone made the same move: they threw the short knife in their hands towards Chu Zhuangyun.

Chu Zhuangyun wrinkled slightly, waved his big sleeves, and a strong wind came out with the embroidery, and "snapped and snapped" knocked down a few short knives, but there were still short knives that did not decrease. Chu Zhuangyun was shocked in his heart: This Zhao San is just a clown who jumps off the beam, and his subordinates have such good skills! Instinctively stepped back, holding the light sun and moon flute tightly in his right hand, and used the third form in the "Dharma Sword Technique", one of the Shaolin sect's peerless schools, "Horse Kick and Falling Flowers". Chu Zhuangyun made a general get up, it was really like a horse's hooves falling, and the remaining few short knives of "Ping Pong" fell to the ground one after another.

Zhao San's subordinates finally flashed some awe on their faces, but they still didn't get out of the way, and stood in place with empty hands. Chu Zhuangyun had a great impression of these loyal people, so he said deeply: "Everyone, Zhuang Yun has offended!" Chu Zhuangyun took a deep look again, and said, "Offended!" Straddle the horse and continue to rush forward.

Not far from the horse, in front of which is a lonely bamboo forest, it is indeed a beautiful scene, Chu Zhuangyun breathes the air with the fragrance of bamboo leaves in the green bamboo forest, so refreshed, and throws all the worries of Fang Cai out of the clouds! It seems like a light boat rippling in the sea covered by green bamboos, the wind is blowing wetly, wafting with the fresh smell of bamboo green. Chu Zhuangyun was in this bamboo world, as if he was bathing in the bamboo sea, washing away the worries of the rolling red dust......

The silence was broken by a sound that broke through the air - "Boom!" Chu Zhuangyun scolded secretly: "It's really a hell today. I was ambushed again, and every time it was an arrow!" Although he scolded in his heart, looking at the bamboo arrows that were rushing quickly, Chu Zhuangyun thought in his heart: "It is impossible to urge the horse to dodge." Horses, horses, I have wronged you. Let's be a human being in the next life, so as not to suffer such suffering! I jumped off the horse with an arrow step, and I didn't dare to slack off at all, and I started the footwork of "going to the east of the big river." The name of this "Great River to the East" is from the famous sentence in the famous work "Nian Nujiao Chibi Nostalgia" by the Tang Dynasty writer Su Dongpo - "The Great River goes to the east, the waves are exhausted, and the characters are merry through the ages." ”

Chu Zhuangyun flashed all the bamboo arrows, just rested, looked back at the horses that were killed by random arrows, and was about to sigh in his heart, and heard a few "whoosh" sounds, this time Chu Zhuangyun did not dodge, and used the second sword of the "Handan Six Swords" "Angry Hair Rushing Crown", brandishing the light sun and moon flute to provoke a bamboo arrow upward, and then turned the direction of the bamboo arrow, and shot down other bamboo arrows with strength.

Chu Zhuangyun breathed a sigh of relief and was about to continue walking. Suddenly, a person flashed out not far away, clapping rhythmically, beating at his feet, Hang Erlang walked towards Chu Zhuangyun, and couldn't stop saying, "Well, yes, yes." is worthy of being the fifth son of Truman, and his body skills and moves are superior. Well, not bad, not bad. ”

Chu Zhuangyun waited for the man to approach, and when he looked at it, it was a scholar. The scholar was immediately affectionate, dressed in ink-colored clothes, and his jet-black hair was combed in a neat bun on the top of his head, set in a delicate white jade. In the crown of hair, the delicate face shows a perfect side face in the sun. Wearing a green scarf and holding a folding fan, he has a scholarly temperament.

Chu Zhuangyun thought in his heart: This scholar is estimated to be Zhao San's gang again! When the scholar had just walked in and had not yet spoken, Chu Zhuangyun suddenly deceived the scholar and hit the "giant acupoint" in the scholar's abdomen. Chu Zhuangyun was about to click on the "Jizhong Acupoint" again, but he felt that his lower abdomen was extremely painful, and he couldn't help but withdraw his steps and stand a zhang away.

The scholar smiled and said, "Don't be so anxious about Chu Lao Wu! Look, he also injured himself." Hey, hey, hey. Chu Zhuangyun was furious in his heart, lowered his head to check his clothes, but found that the blood had stained the entire abdomen, Chu Zhuangyun was shocked, and faintly felt that a thin thorn with a diameter of one millimeter thick had pierced into his lower abdomen, and there was still gurgling blood coming out, and bursts of sharp pain kept stimulating Chu Zhuangyun.

Chu Zhuangyun gasped, quickly pulled out the thorn, and held it in his hand. The scholar said proudly: "Ha, Chu Lao Wu, I can be coated with my own poison on it that time." I see you, you won't live long! Chu Zhuangyun endured the severe pain and said, "Heh, that's not necessarily...... he roared and rushed to the scholar, the scholar saw this, launched a machine in his sleeve, and another stinger pierced Chu Zhuangyun, and when the thorn pierced Chu Zhuangyun's chest, the scholar also felt a pain in his chest. I couldn't help but fall to the ground.

Chu Zhuangyun also half-knelt on the ground, and said hatefully: "How, let you also taste the taste of your own poisonous needle!" The scholar was so frightened that his soul was not possessed, his face was pale, and he wanted to raise his hand but could not do it due to the poisonous attack.

It turned out that Chu Zhuangyun launched the stinger at the moment he ran, and he ran over just to attract the scholar's attention.

The scholar was weak, so he couldn't afford to withstand this heavy blow. He died in a few moments.

The corners of Chu Zhuangyun's mouth raised slightly, but he couldn't hold on anymore. Fell to the ground all at once. Next to it was a trickling river, Chu Zhuangyun rolled into the river in pain, and gradually drifted away with the current......