The two disciples guarding the entrance of the cave were stunned, unable to believe what they were seeing, and after a while, they exclaimed hysterically almost at the same time: "What the hell is going on?!Why did the cave suddenly turn into a waterhole?" The other lay on the edge of the waterhole and shouted under the water: "Helper, elder, can you hear me?"

Ding Yu watched this scene from afar, and was glad in his heart: sure enough, there are crises everywhere in the rivers and lakes, even if the martial arts are invincible in the world, they are not immortal, and they only need a trap to take their lives. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoJust like the eight bags of the beggar gang's Elder Huang Fu Sheng, his martial arts are only slightly inferior to his own, coupled with the temperament of a good martial arts idiot, if it takes time, he must be an interesting opponent, but unfortunately he only ended up in the belly of a fish. Fortunately, he didn't lose his sober mind, otherwise this time, there would be one more unjust ghost in the dungeon.

Thinking of this, Ding Yu couldn't help but feel angry while rejoicing: Could it be that the Murong clan was the fate of the poor monk? Ten years ago, he almost died in the hands of Murong Longcheng and Murong Qi, and ten years later, he brushed aside with the conspiracy of the junior of the Murong family. This time, if the Murong clan can't give a satisfactory explanation, then don't blame the poor monk for destroying him Murong Manmen!

At this time, he remembered that he didn't know the location of the Murong family, but the restrained Fengyun and Bao Beiwang must have known, so he turned over from the canopy and landed, and rushed towards the road with light skills.

However, when he rushed back to the valley where the ring was playing, all he saw were corpses. The nine elders and disciples of the Longquan Sword Sect were all swords in their throats, and none of them were spared. The only corpse that did not belong to the Longquan Sword Sect was Cao Shaozhang, a drunken man who had previously provided foreign aid to the Murong family. And the Murong family's Bao Beiwang and Fengyun suddenly disappeared.

Ding Yu shook his head slowly, and muttered to himself: Good means, good means! It's just that the debts that the poor monks want to collect are not so easy to dodge......

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The death (or disappearance) of the heads of the thirty-seven martial arts sects should have spread all over the rivers and lakes as soon as possible. But the strange thing is that all the people who knew the inside story, including the two surviving disciples of the Salt Gang and the Twelve Chains, as well as the disciples of the thirty-two sects who were sent back after the competition, all disappeared.

Before this earth-shattering conspiracy was exposed, Jiangnan Wulin was stunned by a more fierce attack: on the second day when the head of the Jiangnan Wumeng was completely destroyed in the underground palace, the imperial court sent five officers and soldiers with lightning speed, and at the same time exterminated the five top forces of Feilongmen, Longquan Sword Sect, Salt Gang, He Family and Twelve Lianwu;

Naturally, the two major martial arts events were connected together, and the truth seemed to have been revealed: the so-called treasure of King Qian was simply a trap set by the imperial court, in order to eliminate the heads of all the big forces in one fell swoop, and then mobilize troops to annihilate the leaderless major factions. In this way, if the unruly Jiangnan Wulin cramps and breaks his bones, all that remains is a pile of rotten meat, and he will no longer be able to resist the rule of the imperial court.

Just when the entire Jiangnan martial arts was shrouded in gloomy clouds and miserable fog, there was one person who embarked on the road to leave Jiangnan with great ambition and high spirits, and this person was Yang Xingjian, the pacification envoy of Jiangnan Road (an official in charge of administrative affairs in the Jiangnan region). It was precisely because of his outstanding political achievements that he was called to Beijing to report on his work in preparation for promotion.

However, the brightness of his career is only part of the reason why Yang Xingjian is proud of the spring breeze, and the other part of the reason is that it is being loaded heavily in more than a dozen carts behind him - which are full of the property accumulated by the major forces in Jiangnan for many years, although these properties have been filled into the official treasury on the surface, but with his means of appeasing the envoys, it is easy to fill his own pockets, especially with Mr. Mu's help.

Thinking of "Mr. Mu", Yang Xingjian glanced at the thin old man sitting in front of the carriage. In addition to the official career and money, another gain from this trip to Jiangnan is this Mr. Mu. At the beginning, Yang Xingjian was just out of compassion and rescued an old man who was about to go out of business, but he didn't expect that he would later become a clever strategist who he relied on as his confidant.

I think before I came to Jiangnan, I was sent to this place of disobedience to the king because I angered my boss, but I didn't expect it to be my own transfer place, seven or eight years down, not only opened the official career, but also enough eunuchs, and got a loyal wing helper, far more than the same year when the group of nests rolled in Kaifeng.

When Yang Xingjian was in a good mood, he casually lifted the curtain of the carriage, intending to enjoy the beautiful scenery along the way, improvised a few songs, and handed them over to the singers of the Qinglou to sing after returning to Kaifeng, which was also a beautiful conversation. But through the car window, all he saw was a dense forest, and he couldn't help but ask suspiciously: "Mr. Mu, didn't we take the official road back to Beijing, how could we enter such a wild and dense forest?"

Mr. Mu sat in front of the carriage, holding the reins in both hands, and said without looking back: "Yang Guanren rest assured, this is a shortcut specially selected for Mr. Xia, which is much faster than the official road." ”

Yang Xingjian felt that Mr. Mu's speech today seemed to be a little different from usual, but he didn't think much about it for a while. He glanced at the convoy behind him and said with some concern: "Mr. Mu, do you know that this official is in the convoy...... There are a lot of goods, and if you run into mountain bandits on such a trail, won't you send sheep into the tiger's mouth?"

Mr. Mu smiled, although the laughter was soft, but there was a sense of pride in it: "With the old man here, what bandit can hurt half of the official's hair? ”

Yang Xingjian frowned, and said unhappily: "Mr. Mu didn't have a few more drinks today? You're just a helpless old man, how can you keep your official safe when the bandits come? Also, what is the 'last stretch of the road'? Isn't it that you have to transfer to a boat later?"

Mr. Mu smiled, shook his head and said, "Let Yang Guanren laugh." The old man didn't drink, and his mind was very clear. It's just that I've been disguised for too long, and it's inevitable that I'll be able to return to my original appearance today. ”

Yang Xingjian finally realized that something was wrong at this time, this Mr. Mu gave him a feeling very different from usual, making him feel like a frog sitting next to a poisonous snake. He laughed dryly, twisted his head and wanted to shout out of the car window, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he felt a force penetrating somewhere in the back of his head, and suddenly his throat seemed to be mush, no matter how he opened his mouth, he couldn't make a sound.

Immediately afterwards, he felt the same force in his heart, causing him to stiffen and unable to even move his fingers.

At this time, Mr. Mu's melodious voice came from his ears: "What the old man just made, called Shenhe Finger, was figured out by my father from the proud martial arts of a great enemy. Just this hand is in the air, and there are only a few people in the world who can do it. With a master guard like the old man, I just hope that Yang Guanren can go with peace of mind on this last journey, and it will not be in vain for our guests and hosts. (To be continued.) )