Among the top ten guards of Long Keduo, Liu Changhe, a scholar with an iron flute, may be regarded as the most scholarly person. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 He has a long white face, sword eyebrows and fine eyes, a gentle and elegant appearance, and always has a smile in the face of life, and he also likes to wear a plain white robe like the white-robed general Jiao Zhongxuan, especially the iron flute in his hand.

His iron flute, everyone who has heard it says, is the most beautiful music in the world. That kind of tactful and beautiful wonderful sound, the sound is beautiful, just like the stars in the sky, falling into the long river in an orderly manner, making a beautiful sound! However, this is only the side that he makes people like and get close to.

What, then, is the frightening and fearful side of him? It is still the iron flute in his hand! To his enemies, the flute in his hand is no less than the mourning rod in the hand of the devil -- a stick that breaks the soul.

He once used this flute to play beautiful music, and killed many martial arts masters, including the figure of Uncle Nanjian's generation - Sun Dalei, who once relied on his iron head kung fu in Luoyan City, to dominate the world.

This person, as everyone knows, has a dark and round head, and he was born to be the material for cultivating iron-headed kung fu, and he was in the limelight in the last work "The King of Fighters Wushuang Sword"! But who would have thought that his final fate would be knocked to death by a flute player!

- What a fateful fate!

However, Liu Changhe, a scholar on the iron flute, and he were good friends, and no one knew what the cause of the disaster between them was, anyway, the result was that Sun Dalei died! According to his eldest apprentice, he was knocked to death by Liu Changhe, who played the flute!

It is said that the two had just drunk together, and then they got drunk, and they met Nan Jian's father, Nanping, the messenger of the flower protection, and once met to duel in the maple forest where Wu Shuang dueled. As a result, Sun Dalei was not as lucky as Nanping, the messenger of the flowers, and met Wu Shuang, and Liu Changhe, a scholar of the iron flute, was not as tolerant and elegant as Wu Shuang.

Therefore, the final result was that when Sun Dalei's proud protégés found the master's body in the maple forest, there was a sharp black hole that had been knocked out on Sun Dalei's black and round head that had been practiced with iron head kung fu and was as solid as a rock! At that time, his eldest apprentice also used his index finger and thumb to separate and compare the size of the black hole-like wound; therefore, he finally came to this conclusion:

"Yes, this is the wound of a round weapon, and the wound on the master's head is the same size as the caliber of the flute in the hand of the iron flute scholar Liu Changhe. The murderer must have been in the morning, and Liu Changhe, who had drunk with our master!"

He concluded with an impassioned statement:

"Fellow disciples, brothers, please remember that the middle-aged man who looks like a scholar with an iron flute, his name is Liu Changhe, his beard flutters with evil thoughts, he is a demon who kills people without blinking, and our respected master, Mr. Sun Dalei, was knocked to death by his iron flute! In the future, when we meet him on a narrow road, please be careful, don't be knocked on the head by his iron flute again!"

Now, when Nan Jian stepped on the clean corridor of the Xuanzheng Palace, Liu Changhe, a scholar of the iron flute, was playing the flute! The melodious sound of the flute resounded throughout the palace, and when Nan Jian walked three steps away from him, he stopped.

Immediately, the sound of the iron flute scholar Liu Changhe also stopped abruptly.

"Being able to step on the corridor of the Xuanzheng Hall shows that you are very powerful!" Liu Changhe, a scholar of the iron flute, looked at Nanjian and said lightly.

"It should be said that my luck is not too bad!" Nan Jian looked at him and said calmly, "The people I met were all reasonable celebrities, so they didn't want to be embarrassed, I'm a passerby from afar!"

"It seems that you are not only excellent in swordsmanship," the other party put away the flute, slowly tapped it in the palm of his hand, and said coldly, "It should be said that your ability to lobby the world should not be underestimated!"

From his words, Nan Jian strongly felt that this person was strong-willed and not a person who could be persuaded so easily, so he had to change his ways and find another way to make this person submit.

Then he stared at him coldly with hostile eyes, "I can forgive all the people in this," he said, "but you, even if you kneel down and ask me for forgiveness, I will not agree - I will also use my sword to speak to you!"

When the other party heard this, he laughed freely, "Fortunately, I am not afraid of the sword in your hand," he said, "but I don't understand, this little brother, you can convince everyone, and we have never had a vendetta, but you prefer to talk to me with a sword, why is that?"

After a pause, he continued:

"I'm not afraid of you, I just want to hear why you're treating me differently?"

"Because, Sun Dalei of Luoyan City, he is my uncle's good brother. ”

"Then who is your uncle?" said Liu Changhe, a scholar of the iron flute, in surprise.

"Wu Shuang. ”

"Is it the people in the rivers and lakes, the unparalleled Wu Shuangjian among the people?"

"Yes. ”

Hearing this, Liu Changhe, a scholar of the iron flute, suddenly looked at him with a look of great admiration, and nodded again, "No wonder your swordsmanship is so powerful!" he said, "It turns out that the people in the rivers and lakes say that the unparalleled Wu Shuangxia among the people is your uncle;

"Yes. ”

"Sure enough, it's a tiger father and no dog!" Liu Changhe, a scholar of the iron flute, said with a pleased smile, "Then we really don't have to meet each other!"

"How do we meet?"

"Good wine and good food!" Suddenly, Liu Changhe, a scholar on the iron flute, laughed and said, "We should have a good drink and happily reminisce about the past!"

"Drinking, catching up," Nan Jian looked at him in surprise, but still asked coldly, "With you?"

"yes!"

"Why?" Nan Jian said again, "It seems that there is still some hatred between us that has not been resolved!"

When the other party heard this, he laughed again, and this time he laughed more happily than the last time, "According to the seniority, you have to call me uncle, child!" He said, "I and my father, as well as Wu Shuangxia, Wang Biao, and Sun Dalei and Qiu Dekai you just mentioned, are all very good friends." ”

"However, Master Sun was beaten to death by you with the iron flute in your hand!" Nan Jian stared at him.

"No, it's all a misunderstanding!" he said, "I am as saddened and grieved as everyone else is the death of Brother Sun Dalei! However, the real cause of death was a mistake, and he was killed by a hunter who knocked him to death with an iron cone from behind!"

"Oh, do you have any evidence?" Nan Jian said, "In this way, there is no basis for what you say!"

"Yes, of course. ”

He raised his sad eyes and looked at the quiet stone steps under the corridor, but his mind recalled the past.