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The reason why the rivers and lakes will be cut down and eradicated is because they are afraid that one day they will be approached.

The tall ships went south along the Beijing-Hangzhou Canal, and the wide splints were enough to pale in any wind and wave.

"To ...... Minions ......"

People say that there is heaven above, and there is Suzhou and Hangzhou below, and the scenery of Hangzhou city is naturally excellent.

At this time, it is the peak of the canal and the wharf of large and small ships from all directions, but the crowd of people who come and go is endless.

Mashi is not far from the ferry port of Hangzhou City. After all, after getting off the boat, many people choose to change horses or carriages to move on.

As soon as Fang came to the horse market, Jiang Feng heard a rather loud voice from a distance.

"Two of the best horses!"

The person who spoke was a burly middle-aged man with full confidence. He wore a thick leather satin hat on his head, but the luster near the base of his ears still couldn't hide his essence, and it seemed that this person was actually bald.

Beside him was a tall man with a thin figure and a somewhat delicate appearance. Although he was wearing a high-quality satin robe, the prodigal and uninhibited look in his eyes was difficult to hide by his dress.

"Linghu Chong, this kid actually ran to Hangzhou City, then the one next to him should be Xiang Wentian.

Linghu Chong, Xiang Wentian, let me go, the East is undefeated, Brother Dong, okay, I'll go to Hangzhou City this way!"

With Xiang Wentian buying two horses at a high price, he and Ling Hu Chong rode into Hangzhou City.

Entering the city, pedestrians are side by side along the way, and sheng songs are everywhere. Jiang Feng walked slowly all the way, followed Linghu to Wentian and came to the shore of the West Lake, but saw the blue waves like a mirror, the weeping willows blowing the water, and the beauty of the scenery was like a fairyland.

"If you want to compare the West Lake to the West, it is always appropriate to apply light makeup and heavy makeup, a good West Lake!" Holding a pot of authentic Shaoxing daughter red in his hand, Jiang Feng followed Xiang Wentian and Ling Hu Chong from afar.

Three people, three mentalities, three purposes, but Xiang Wentian doesn't know, every step he takes can only make me walk closer and closer to death.

As Xiang Wentian took Linghu Chong to toss and turn for a while, he suddenly came to a place where he leaned on a hill on one side and was separated from the lake outside by a long causeway, which was even more secluded.

The two dismounted, tied their mounts to the willow tree by the river, and went up the stone steps by the mountain. Xiang Wentian seems to have arrived at the old place, and the path is very familiar.

Turning a few corners, there are plum trees everywhere, the old trunk is horizontally oblique, the branches and leaves are dense, imagine the day when the plum blossoms bloom in early spring, the fragrant snow is like the sea, and it is sure that you can not see it endlessly.

Walk through a large piece of plum forest, walk on a bluestone road, come to a large village courtyard with white walls of Zhumen, go to the nearest place, see the two big characters of "Meizhuang" written outside the gate, and sign the four words "Yu Yunwen inscription" next to it.

Xiang Wentian stepped forward, grabbed the polished big brass ring on the door, and buckled it rhythmically.

At this time, Jiang Feng had already thrown away the wine glass in his hand, jumped away, and had already arrived in this plum village.

Although this Meizhuang is big, there are not many people in it, obviously, the four friends of Meizhuang who guard here are very confident in their kung fu.

However, for Jiang Feng, it is like walking in the back garden of his own home.

Walk through a corridor and come to the door of the Moon Cave. The moon cave door forehead is written with the word "piano heart", made of blue glaze, the pen is vigorous, it should be from the handwriting of the old three bald pen Weng. And the word "Qin Heart" must be Huang Zhonggong.

After the moon cave door, it is a quiet flower path, the bamboo on both sides is cultivated, the pebbles of the flower path are covered with moss, and it seems that few people walk. The flower path leads to the front of the three stone houses. Seven or eight pine trees in front of and behind the house were tall and straight, covering the gloom in all directions.

There was a "whew", as if the door had been blown open by a strong wind, and the two yellowed wooden doors emitted a bleak "crunch" sound.

"Who?"

An old man in the room who was playing the piano was skinny, but his eyes were bright. This burst of shouting, like thunder, resounded in all directions, which shows the depth of the other party's inner cultivation.

And as Jiang Feng's silver figure flashed out, Huang Zhonggong's face became more and more ugly.

The reason is very simple, his loud shout just now is not at all whether the other party will answer. It's that after his three brothers heard his own explosion, they would naturally react one by one.

However, his brother did not react, and the other party did not have the slightest flustered look. Could it be that his three brothers have already been poisoned by the other party?

The more Huang Zhonggong thought about it, the more sad he felt in his heart, thinking that his four friends in Meizhuang were good at piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and made an appointment to explore the rivers and lakes together. After straying into the Sun and Moon God Cult, he was imprisoned by the Eastern Undefeated Faction. Unexpectedly, the ambition was unpaid, and the three brothers were already about to leave him first.

"Traitor, you kill my brother, I, I fight with you!"

"Wait!"

Hearing Huang Zhonggong's words, Jiang Feng had no choice but to explain: "Your own hair is long and your knowledge is short, so you can't spew blood." This seat is just blocking the sound here, your three brothers, you are alive and well for the time being!"

"Blocking the voice, it's a big breath, the old man wants to see how you can block the voice. ”

When Huang Zhonggong said this, he plucked the strings with his right hand, and then plucked it six times in a row. Every time the sound of the piano sounds, it is as amazing as opening a mountain and cracking rocks.

This move is the most powerful trick in the martial arts of Huang Zhonggong's life, "Six Ding Open Mountain", when performing, through six plucked strings, constantly urging internal force, and finally seven strings sounding together, internal force urged to the peak, indestructible, killing the enemy invisibly.

At this time, under the anger in Huang Zhonggong's heart, as soon as Fang made a move, he used his seven-string invisible sword mastery. is about to kill Jiang Feng, the demon who killed his Huang Zhonggong brothers, with one blow.

However, at this time, Jiang Feng not only did not move, but the whole person suddenly showed a sneer.

At the moment when Huang Zhonggong felt that something was wrong, all of a sudden, he could hear the echoes of thousands of piano sounds coming from all directions.

The sound of "bang, bang, bang" strings breaking came endlessly, followed by Huang Zhonggong's unbearable mouthful of blood.

At this time, Jiang Feng said lightly: "How about it, I left them to yourself with your piano sound this time, how do you feel?"

"Your Excellency, what is the so-called matter of your second visit?"

Huang Zhonggong asked weakly, this kind of master is too terrible for the four friends of Meizhuang, and he Huang Zhonggong really can't afford to offend.

"I'm going to do my own thing!" (To be continued.) )