The night is confused, and the moon hangs high.

On the corner of the street outside Xiangyang Lane, two elderly men in their fifties poked their heads out of the fence of a house, carefully observing the patrol executioners who were on duty and carrying lanterns.

Both of them were dressed in black and carried steel knives. The bald old man on the left, his eyes were blazing, sharp as an eagle, he glanced at the hidden corners and said in a low voice: "There are a lot of dark whistles, but you have to be careful......"

The old man on the right had white hair, and said in a low voice: "The kid surnamed Lu of the Fuwei Dart Bureau is not bad at his means, and it is ......not easy to train these miscellaneous fish with low martial arts skills to be so capable."

The bald old man agreed, "I heard that Lu boy was quite valued by Feng Buping when he was in Huashan, and he also asked Yue Buqun to teach him a stunt......

The stunt that can make Yue Buqun get his hands on it must not be bad, but it's a pity that the Lu kid is too young and his skills are shallow, so he may not be able to exert a little bit of power in the stunt......"

The white-haired old man reminded, "It's better to be careful...... Look there!" he said, gesturing to a tall, dead tree outside the walls of the old mansion.

Suddenly, dark clouds covered the moonlight, and the heavens and the earth were darkened, and the five fingers could not be seen.

The two of them immediately jumped to their feet, and silently skimmed through the alley, and fell to the dead tree, and their toes were on the dead tree one after another, and with the help of their strength, they rose up and quietly landed towards a low house in the wall.

The clouds drifted, and the moon showed half of its face again, and the light was everywhere.

The two of them were no longer visible from the low room......

The old house Buddha hall is brightly lit at night, and the person on duty in front of the door stands straight and meticulous. And the bald old man and the white-haired old man inside searched around without any scruples, first looking for Buddhist scriptures, and then waving their palms like knives. Split and smash the offering table, wooden fish, futon and other objects one by one.

The white-haired old man also flew up. Lean down on the broken hole in the roof and take a closer look.

It's half a ring. The two stopped moving, gathered together, and the bald old man said: "The sword score has indeed been taken away, and there are no conspicuous traces......

The white-haired old man's eyes narrowed, "I have found something...... There is a smell of corpses on the wooden edge of the broken roof, and it is clearly split by a strong palm force, and I am afraid that I can't do it if I am not a first-class fist expert in the rivers and lakes......"

The bald old man was suspicious: "The smell of corpses?...... Rotting corpse ?...... Crematorium?...... Coffin splitter?...... Yin Evil Strength ?......" reported several kinds of side-door evil skills that used corpse poison to assist in cultivation.

The white-haired old man said: "This part of Fuzhou is ...... It seems that there is only 'vigorously splitting the coffin' Zhao Kangqi!"

The bald old man nodded, his eyes flickering with a cold light. "Anyway, let's go to Zhao Kangqi's house and search first!"

Searching for some clues, the two of them no longer stayed, left the Buddhist hall, flew straight up to the roof, and absconded with light skills.

There were originally elite darts on duty in front of the door and on the roof, but at this time, they did not move, allowing the two to leave.

On the other side of the old attic, two dark shadows stood quietly behind the broken window in the shadows, looking down on the Buddha hall from afar. Take in every move of the bald old man and the white-haired old man.

One of them groaned and spoke, "'Vulture' Sha Tianjiang and 'Bald Headed Immortal' Bu Shen...... I didn't expect it to be the Songshan faction who took the bait first...... "The voice is very Sichuan-flavored."

Another said: "Yu Guan Lord has good eyesight. The younger generation admires ......

Wait a minute, I'll inform Senior Brother Yu, Senior Brother Linghu, and Senior Brother Lin, my martial arts are low, once I meet a master like the vulture and the bald immortal, I am afraid that I will not be able to take care of myself, and I will have to take care of the three of them more ......"

Chuanyin reappeared, and the words "Lu Xian's nephew rest assured ......" fell back and disappeared.

The remaining one person delayed for a while, and then he came out of the window, jumped down from the attic with a long sword in his hand, and rushed to the door of the Buddha hall, snorted coldly, and then took action to unlock the acupoint of the executioner on duty......

"Mr. Lu...... The subordinates are guilty of capital crimes!" the four executioners knelt down together and pleaded guilty.

Lu Shouchen looked at the executioner on the roof who was still unable to move, and said sharply: "Go and unlock his acupoint...... Be more careful later......" he turned and left, heading towards the dart board.

Under the moonlight, Ling Hu Chong, Yu Renyan, Lin Pingzhi, and Lu Shouchen performed light skills together, leaping quickly, and running on one forest path after another.

Yu Renyan asked, "Senior Brother Lu...... Didn't you identify those two people?"

Lu Shouji glanced at the secret mark on the tree on the side of the road before replying, "No...... I only know that they are quite old, but they have not had much reputation in the rivers and lakes in recent years, and they should be the masters of a certain big faction!"

Lin Pingzhi was puzzled: "Master of retreat...... Isn't that martial art very powerful? Why covet the sword spectrum to ward off evil spirits?"

Lu Shouchen laughed, "Senior Brother Lin, you are underestimating the evil sword spectrum...... Back then, Yuantu Gong relied on the seventy-two ways to ward off evil swordsmanship across the rivers and lakes, and he was a martial artist, and his martial arts were as high as the Shaolin abbot and the head of Wudang!"

Ling Hu Chong, Yu Renyan, and Lin Pingzhi's faces were shocked, and they once again refreshed their cognition of the evil sword spectrum, according to this, the evil sword spectrum is not inferior to the Shaolin Yijin Sutra and Wudang Taijiquan Sword!

Seeing that the three junior disciples were speechless for a while, Lu Shouji secretly said in his heart: Although the sword spectrum is good...... Unless the one on the Black Wood Cliff comes to take it in person, the Southeast Martial Arts is afraid that it will be a river of blood, and he can't stop it......

Thinking of this, not only did Lu Shoujian not have a trace of compassion in his eyes, but instead showed a little wolf-like fierceness, the more people died in the Southeast Martial Arts, the greater the fat of the Quanzhen Sect......

Although it was Elder Feng Buping who promoted him, there was only one master in the Quanzhen Sect, and that was a myth in the hearts of all the disciples.

As the best of the first batch of disciples to descend the mountain, Lu Shouchen would not make the lowest political mistakes, but also agreed with the concept of the Lord of All-Truth in his heart......

And he believes that there are not a few brothers who have the same idea as him, everyone is working hard, and the real interests are above all else!

Lu Shou glanced at Ling Hu Chong without a trace, he was also an orphan adopted by Yue Buqun, he didn't understand why Ling Hu Chong had the highest qualifications in martial arts, the fastest swordsmanship, and received the most attention and teaching from elders such as Feng Buping and Cheng Buxian......

is not only compared to these senior brothers who can take charge of themselves. More than one street is missing. It's compared to Yu Renyan. It's not like it's tender!

Will such a person be able to take the lead for the Quanzhen Sect in the future?

More than 20 miles south of Fuzhou City, Yizhuang morgue in Zhaojia Town.

Between the dark coffins, the vulture pinched Xiao Si's neck with his left hand and shouted, "Say...... Where is Zhao Kangqi?"

Xiao Si was a little out of breath, coughed again and again, and struggled with horror: "Little one doesn't know......"

As soon as the vulture's arm was raised, Xiao Si's thin body flew out. fell on a coffin, spit out a mouthful of blood, and was weak.

The white-headed fairy next to him said: "This kid doesn't know martial arts, he shouldn't be a disciple of Zhao Kangqi, at most he is a Yizhuang miscellaneous servant......" As he spoke, he turned around and touched the more than ten Xiao Si who were unconscious on the ground......

After a while, the white-headed fairy shouted: "I will have a little internal strength, it's him......" He opened the sleeping hole of a sturdy Xiao Si, woke him up with a slap, and asked: "Say...... Where is Zhao Kangqi?"

Jing Zhuang Xiao Si was a little confused, and was slapped by a slap again. Immediately, the nosebleed and he was completely awake. Cowering, "Master went out to ...... a few days ago"

"Where did you go out?"

"I don't know ......"

The white-headed fairy was furious, his right hand grabbed his left shoulder and twisted it vigorously, the crunch sound was endless, and the strong Xiao Si howled like a pig, and his left hand hung down weakly. The white-headed fairy said: "If you don't say it, Lao Tzu will crush your bones inch by inch!"

The sturdy Xiao Si gasped in pain, and reluctantly replied, "I'...... I see...... Hiss...... When the master went out, he headed southwest, and he should have gone to the Shaolin Temple in Putian......"

"Fart......" The white-headed fairy reprimanded: "Zhao Kangqi, this evil sect who is holding the corpse to practice the exercises, dare to go to Futian Shaolin Temple and send him to death?"

Jing Zhuang Xiao Si was afraid of being poisoned again, so he hurriedly defended: "When the master was young, he killed the Japanese side by side with the masters of Faxuan and Faci in the temple, and had a life-threatening friendship......

The white-headed fairy and the vulture glanced at each other, and felt that this might be true, so they nodded, and the white-headed fairy slapped the strong Xiao Si to death with a palm.

The two turned around and walked out of the morgue full of coffins, and flew up with light skills, and were about to jump over the fence of the courtyard of Yizhuang, but they were not afraid of a whooshing...... Breaking through the sky and roaring towards him, dense green rays looming.

Dingdingding......

The sword flashed, and it was like a screen sweeping under the moonlight, firmly protecting the two figures, and knocking all the attacking hidden weapons away.

But their bodies were blocked, and the two had to fall back into the courtyard, and the vulture shouted, "Green bee nail...... The doll of the Qingcheng faction, if Yu Canghai is here, Lao Tzu is still looking at him for a few points, as for you, let's go back to the mountain and eat milk for a few more years!"

Linghu Chong said, "Take down the two of you, and it's not too late to go back to the mountain!" said as he stood on the wall with Yu Renyan, Lin Pingzhi, and Lu Shouchen, staring condescendingly at the vultures and the bald fairy.

The two of them knew that the Quanzhen Sect would find out their whereabouts sooner or later, but they didn't expect it to be so fast, if they didn't do it, they were afraid it would be difficult to get rid of the tracking of the four of them.

With a flicker of his eyes, the vultures and the bald fairy retreated together, as if they were about to leave the wall on the other side.

Lu Shouchen just said "Be careful......", before the word 'fraud' was exported, Ling Hu Chong and Lin Pingzhi had already jumped into the courtyard and chased after him, Lu Shouchen and Yu Renyan had to follow.

Sure enough, as soon as they saw the four people falling into the courtyard, the vultures and the bald fairy Weng all turned around and swung their knives together, and they were as fast as the wind, and they were caught off guard if they wanted to kill the four of them.

It's a pity that the four of them have one after the other, and the formation is uneven, but at this time, they can play a role in covering each other. After a few random exchanges, Ling Hu Chong and Yu Renyan chose a vulture, and Lin Pingzhi and Lu Shouchen also caught the bald immortal.

As soon as they fought, the vulture couldn't help but be surprised, Ling Hu Chong and Yu Renyan's swordsmanship was really not weak, and they were quite experienced, and they were well coordinated, even if he was a first-class master of the older generation, if he wanted to take down the two of them within twenty or thirty moves, he was afraid that there was little chance, so he could only use his sword to suppress the two.

On the other hand, on the side of the white-headed immortal, he found that Lu Shoujian's swordsmanship and skills were not beyond his expectations, and at most they were only second-rate level.

And Lin Pingzhi is young, his internal strength is even better than Lu Shouji's, and his sword moves are even more exquisite, but his hands-on experience with others is a little worse.

The sword light in his hand spread, like thunder and lightning, striking Lu and Lin respectively, but the white-headed immortal Weng regarded Lin Pingzhi as a breakthrough in his heart, and secretly observed his omissions when performing swordsmanship.

There are many disciples of the Quanzhen Sect who have cultivated superior sword techniques such as the Anti-Liangyi Sword Technique, the Wind Thunder Sword Technique, and the Huayue Sanshen Peak, and Lu Shouji has been in the rivers and lakes for nearly ten years, and he can barely support the fierce sword moves of the white-headed immortal.

But it was the first time for Lin Pingzhi to encounter such a ruthless attack as the white-headed immortal, and it was very difficult to resist, only to feel that many of the exquisite moves in the jade flute swordsmanship had no chance to make a move, and he was forced to retreat step by step, and he was anxious for a while, and the sword moves were even more scattered.

Seeing this, Lu Shouchen knew that this was a mistake that fledgling juniors would make - when he practiced swords on weekdays, he had a low eye, and when he really fought with others, he did not play well and was impetuous. At that moment, he hurriedly entangled the white-headed immortal Weng to prevent him from having a chance to hurt Lin Pingzhi.

Under the eaves of the morgue, Yu Canghai lurked quietly, watching the battle in the courtyard closely, holding four green bee nails in his left hand, ready to rescue Yu Renyan and the other four at any time.

Yu Canghai has never been a broad-minded person, and Yu Canghai has firmly remembered the words of the vulture who underestimated their father and son just now.

However, no one, including Yu Canghai, knew that there was still a lurking person on the roof of the morgue.

This person is a little shorter, carrying a Dongying katana, with a short blade pinned to his waist, and wrapping himself tightly in black clothes and black scarves, only a pair of miserable eyes are exposed, and his eyes have been staring at Lin Pingzhi's figure closely, never leaving for a moment, and he is holding two black crosses in his hands...... (To be continued......)