Now, it has been more than three months since the decisive day of Bailuzhou, and it is the cold winter wax moon, Luoyang, the sky is cold, the snow is flying, and the whole place is covered in silver. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

There are few pedestrians on the street, but the largest restaurant in Luoyang City, 'Drunken Embroidery', is quite lively, the entire second floor is full of people, and more than a dozen small two are busy shuttling in the meantime. A table in the southwest corner was crowded with people on the inner and outer three floors, but one person asked, "Mr. Zhuge , continue what you said yesterday!"

But seeing Mr. Zhuge laughed, "Oh, where did the old man say yesterday! But what about Taoyuan Liu Guan and Zhang San?"

Everyone laughed, and the previous man said: "Mr. Zhuge is really forgetful! Didn't you talk about the catastrophe in the rivers and lakes yesterday, and almost all the world's top masters died in the decisive battle of Bailuzhou?"

Mr. Zhuge sighed, his face was heavy, and he sighed: "The death of the dead, the disappearance of the vanished, hey!" and said: "People will experience at least one catastrophe or bad luck in their lives, this so-called 'calamity'." There are big and small robbes, relatively speaking. But after everyone has experienced their own catastrophe, their temperament and fate have changed greatly, and this is a catastrophe. And Jianghu will not be an exception!"

Another bearded man asked, "Mr. Zhuge how do you say this? Could it be that the rivers and lakes are going to be bloody again?"

Mr. Zhuge said: "Bloody wind and rain are inevitable, but I am afraid that the pattern of rivers and lakes will change greatly!"

The beard said again: "Sir, are you saying that the nine masters of martial arts will be re-ranked!"

Mr. Zhuge nodded, and suddenly lowered his voice and said: "The Wind Shocking Heaven Gang has issued a heroic post in the past few days, calling on all martial arts factions to hold a martial arts conference in advance!

Everyone couldn't help but look at the shopkeeper on the second floor, and the person before nodded again and again, and said, "This 'drunken embroidery' restaurant is the hidden pile of the Earthquake Gang!" Fu lowered his voice and said: "The Earthquake Gang has done a few good things for the martial arts for a while! I heard that the five branches of the Worship of Gold Sect Luoyang, Chang'an, Zhili, Hanjiang, and CD were all destroyed by the Earthquake Gang!"

The onlookers then said in a gossip: "Isn't that Zhao Hongyun who wants to be the next in the world?!" "Looking at it from a small point, it's difficult! Don't forget! The Yun hero of the beggar gang, as well as the Wudang ruthless son and the crazy monk of Wutai Mountain!" "Yes, there are also Chang Siniang and Gu Haifeng of the Tianshan faction, none of them are soft persimmons!" "I don't think so, the martial arts of the Zhao gang leader of the Zhentian Gang seem to have improved a lot recently!" "......"

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The cold snow does not know the suffering of the world, still fluttering in the air, a gust of northwest wind swept by, three jujube red fast horses galloped on the snow, suddenly stopped in front of the gate of the vermilion of the Earthquake Gang, from the horse flew to the ground, each wearing a mink fur, the landing was full of energy, talking and laughing loudly and striding towards the vermilion gate.

As soon as the three of them entered the Dragon and Tiger Hall of the Heaven-Shaking Gang, they heard Zhao Hongyun's hearty laughter, but when they saw Zhao Hongyun smiling, they nodded at the three of them and said, "The three elders have worked hard! This trip has gone smoothly? Come quickly!" Zhao Hongyun was followed by the second elder of Changbai and Ji Changshan, the head of the Heaven-Shaking Gang.

A man in his forties who looked quite mighty stood up first, it was Zhang Xin, who had recently been promoted from the master of the Nanjing branch altar to the elder, and immediately bowed down and said: "Helper Hongfu, Shaolin Temple is now leaderless, temporarily in charge of Wuchen, that Wuchen is simply a stupid and stupid monk, a small one for the sake of martial arts justice, that Wuchen agreed for a while that this year's martial arts conference was held on the sixteenth day of the first month in advance," As if realizing that something was wrong, Xiao Xiao smiled, turned to the other two elders and said twice, "Of course, of course, there is also the credit of Elder Feng and Elder Fu. ”

Elder Feng is the iron-faced judge Feng Wujian who seems to be thin, and Elder Fu is none other than Fu Yunsheng, the former altar master of the Jiangxi branch of the Heaven-shaking Gang. Feng Wuji said: "It's not all because the gang leader saved that Wuchen and the others with a sword!" It turned out that on the day of the decisive battle of Bailuzhou three months ago, Zhao Hongyun went straight to Zhanyuan after returning from Bailuzhou, and used the 'Fuxi' ancient divine sword in his hand to cut off the iron cage made of Xuantie that held Wuchen and the others.

Although Fu Yunsheng was dissatisfied with Zhao Hongyun's framing of Ren Wandering Ping and killing the old gang leader in the Dragon and Tiger Hall last time, he has always been loyal to the Earthquake Gang, at this time, his triangular eyes flashed, and he shook the left sleeve that the space was empty, and said: "In fact, the gang leader first notified the martial arts conference of all sects and factions to be held on the sixteenth day of the first month, and this move also made the Shaolin Temple have nothing to say." ”

Zhao Hongyun smiled and said, "Okay, good, three elders sit down quickly!"

At this time, Ji Changshan said: "Gang leader, now Huashan, Emei, Diancang, and Qingcheng have all been notified, and Shaolin can be regarded as a notice, only Wudang and the beggar gang are left in the seven major sects without notification, gang leader, you see ......"

In Ji Changshan's deep groan, Zhao Hongyun laughed and said, "Manager Ji, you are worrying about the sky!" Zhao Hongyun smiled and laughed, and the laughter turned into a cruel laugh, and in the end, he couldn't stop laughing.

Zhao Hongyun only felt that his eyes were full of all kinds of martial arts secret books, including the Nine Shadows Sword Technique of the Nine Shadow Gods, the Wandering Heavens, the Nine Heavens Xuangong of Han Xiaozi, the Ninjutsu and Thousand Illusions of Tanaka Zhengjian, and the Wuxiang Dharma Divine Palm of Shaolin Temple......

Feng Wuji, Zhang Xin, and Fu Yunsheng were shocked when they saw this, and they couldn't help shouting after looking at each other: "Gang Master?", "Gang Master?", "Gang Leader Zhao?", and Ji Changshan and Changbai seemed to be commonplace, and they each lowered their eyes and looked at their toes.

Zhao Hongyun finally suppressed his laughter, and said weakly: "You guys go down and rest! This seat is a little tired!" The six looked at each other, and then quietly retreated.

Zhao Hongyun looked at the empty Dragon and Tiger Hall, his face suddenly became gloomy and decadent, his eyes were motionless as if he was meditating on something, and suddenly turned around sharply and went straight to the back hall.

As soon as he entered the back hall, Zhao Hongyun met Ping'er head-on, the Ping'er named Zhao Ruping.

Ping'er was wearing a small padded jacket with big red flowers and silver edges, a peacock silver hairpin on her head, a pink face, and a pair of big eyes flashing, and when she saw Zhao Hongyun, she shouted: "Daddy!"

Zhao Hongyun answered as usual, and Ping'er said again: "Dad, mother, when will she come back?

Zhao Hongyun's eyes were suddenly filled with boundless sorrow, and said, "No, your mother has something to do, and she will come back after a while!" But he caught a glimpse of the kite in Ping'er's hand, the kite that Ren Wandering had repaired, and a nameless fire rushed to his head, snatched it, slammed it on the ground, stepped on it with both feet, and roared hysterically in his mouth: "It's all this kite! It's all this kite......

Ping'er was frightened for a while, but she hugged Zhao Hongyun's leg and shouted, "Dad, don't! Dad, don't!"

Zhao Hongyun didn't care, he was still stepping on it more fiercely than one foot after another, Ping'er looked at the kite that had been trampled to pieces, suddenly stopped crying, and squatted down to pick up the fragments of the kite. Zhao Hongyun stepped on it, just about to step on Ping'er's petite and immature hand. Ping'er looked up at Zhao Hongyun, tears, silently slid over the little face, Zhao Hongyun suddenly felt so painful in his heart, he cried in pain, it was tears that had not been shed for many years. His foot was as heavy as lead at this moment.