The fast horse galloped on the avenue, the cold moon was like a hook, and Ye Wuxin always liked to rush at night.

Luocheng is hundreds of miles away from Tangmen, and it takes three days and three nights for a fast horse to gallop, Ye Wuxin is a little anxious in his heart, if what the mad monk said is true, then this will be a great opportunity, a great opportunity to understand the secret of Lethe, and such an opportunity is not very common.

"Phew!" With a long howl and the master's sudden and hurried order, the fast horse hurriedly stopped the galloping four hooves, Ye Wuxin couldn't help frowning, there was a person not far in front of him blocking his way, but to be precise, it couldn't be regarded as a block, because Ye Wuxin couldn't tell whether he was a dead man or a living person.

Ye Wuxin raised his legs and dismounted, and stepped forward, he was not afraid, there were not many people in the rivers and lakes who could kill him, of course, there were no people who could kill him in such a state.

"Should I save you?" Ye Wuxin said to himself as he looked at the man in front of him whose hands were nailed to the tree.

I saw that the man was very embarrassed, covered in blood, and through the moonlight, I could vaguely see that the muscles and veins of his whole body were sealed to death, his face was pale, and his hair was scattered down his low head, like a terrible ghost who had been wrongfully killed, and he looked very scary.

"Save me and you'll get what you want. The man said in a weak voice.

Ye Wuxin breathed a sigh of relief, this person is not dead, although he has killed many people since he hit the rivers and lakes, he doesn't want to see anyone die.

"You know what I want?" Ye Wuxin was amused by this strange answer.

"You want me to be a tea seller, I know where he is!" said a fainter breath than before, as if saying this sentence consumed a lot of his strength.

"Who are you?" Ye Wuxin asked.

"Can you put me down and talk again, it's tiring to talk like this. The man was a little impatient.

Ye Wuxin's arm was slightly raised, and he aimed his palm at the top of the person's head, only to hear a few "whoosh" sounds, and seven silver needles flew out from the person's various acupuncture points, through the night air, and pierced into the trunk of the tree in front of him, the sound was ethereal and crisp.

"Are you Ye Wuxin?" the man suddenly raised his head and asked with a surprised expression. However, the night was dark, and Ye Wuxin couldn't see the expression on his face at all.

"You haven't answered my question yet. Ye Wuxin didn't really want to waste time.

"Oh, they all call me Ziyang, and you can call me that if you like. The man patted the dust off his body, bent down to pick up the sword on the ground, but accidentally tripped and fell to the ground, looking a little embarrassed.

"Someone who can still move freely after being hit by the "Ice Soul Silver Needle", I should have guessed that it was you. Ye Wuxin's face became a little complicated.

"I really can't tell if Your Excellency is scolding me or praising me. Ziyang had already gotten up from the ground, turned around and walked forward as he spoke.

"Presumably, Ziyang, the boss of the 'Lingyue Seven Swords', should be a trustworthy person, Ye Wuxin looked at his distant back, and his tone became cold and solidified.

"Oh, by the way, that water seller is in a small town called Da'an, which is closed by the Sword Gate in Shuzhong. Ziyang's back is a little thin, but his voice is more than confident. In a moment, he can breathe smoothly and unharmed, and Ziyang, as the head of the "Seven Swords of Lingyue", really has some ability.

"How could you provoke that old monster Hua Feihua?" Ye Wuxin asked as he looked at the few silver needles inserted into the tree just now, the faint cold that lasted for a long time always made people shudder.

"Three years ago, my second brother Wuchen, my third brother Fuyun, and my fourth brother Yueguan were all captured by the Hundred Flowers Sect, and their whereabouts are unknown, and their lives and deaths are unknown. Two months ago, the fifth brother Qiushui, the sixth brother Wuheng, disappeared from the rivers and lakes for no reason, and there has been no news since then, and there is only one sword left in the "Seven Swords of Lingyue" now!" Ziyang is young, but he always gives people a very old feeling when he speaks, and Ye Wuxin inadvertently heard a sigh, like a stone thrown from a bottomless hole.

"You don't want to tell me that you are alone in the Hundred Flowers Sect to save people, right?" Ye Wuxin stepped forward and asked.

"I have the courage and the idea, but I don't have the strength. Ziyang still walked forward, as if he didn't want Ye Wuxin to see him so embarrassed.

In fact, in the first few years of Ye Wuxin's wandering of the rivers and lakes, Ziyang had a relationship with him, at that time, Ouyang Feiyun, the master of the "Seven Swords of Lingyue", had just received Qiu Wuxian's "Traceless Post", that is, in that battle, Wusheng, Fuyun, and Yueguan were captured by Hua Feihua and have not been heard from since.

"Recently, the situation in the rivers and lakes has changed, the sword of Lethe River has now produced two swords, I heard that the young master of the Hundred Flowers Sect fell out with Hua Feihua, and stole the treasure of the town sect, the Hundred Flowers Order, which caused Hua Feihua's strength to be greatly reduced, so I wanted to sneak into the sect to find out, but unexpectedly...... Hey!" Ziyang continued with a somewhat wry smile.

Ye Wuxin didn't speak, he expressed sympathy in his heart, Baihuasan originally came from the snowy region outside the Guanwai, and it didn't take too long to introduce it to the Central Plains, but because it had just entered the rivers and lakes, it threatened to challenge all factions in the rivers and lakes, whether it was good or evil, coupled with the huge number of sects, his power was expanding day by day.

In the end, Hua Feihua relied on the power of the Hundred Flowers Order and the unique and domineering "Ice Soul Divine Skill" to unify the evil sects, and finally became the head of the major evil sects.

"Don't you want to say something?" Ziyang asked after a pause and looking back.

"I don't want to. Ye Wuxin said.

"Why?" Ziyang asked.

"Because I don't know how to say it to make you think I'm not scolding you. I have a lot of enemies, but I don't want another one yet. Ye Wuxin also stopped and said a little helplessly.

"Haha, Brother Wuxin is really fast, since that's the case, I don't want to bother, in fact, I have something to ask you for help. Ziyang suddenly walked over, grabbed Ye Wuxin's hand and said.

"Wait a minute!" Ye Wuxin subconsciously took a step back.

"Stay away from me!" Ye Wuxin said next.

Although the night was dark, he still saw a bit of mystery flashing in Ziyang's eyes.

"Murong Villa has been active very frequently recently, and the Hundred Flowers Sect is also ready to move, in the rivers and lakes, both good and evil want the Absolute Dust in your hand and the Traceless Sword in the Autumn, they don't want your life, they just want to snatch the things in your hands!" Ziyang involuntarily glanced at the Absolute Dust in Ye Wuxin's hand, under the moonlight, there was a bit of mystery in the vigor.

"What the hell do you want to say?" Ye Wuxin remembered what his father said to him on the day he committed suicide: People will always do whatever they want and find ways to do whatever they want, whether in the world or in the rivers and lakes.

"You still don't understand, the fate of the Lechuan swordsman is very miserable, such as your father Ye Feng, Xiao Fei and his father Xiao Duan, and Qiu Wuxian, although strictly speaking, you are not a Lethe swordsman, but the Absolute Dust Sword in your hand has explained everything" Ziyang's eyes were shining.

"It's like you're being a lobbyist. Ye Wuxin looked at Ziyang and said.

"Brother Ye, please look!" As he spoke, Ziyang took out a piece of plain silk from his arms and handed it to Ye Wuxin with both hands, with a mysterious and solemn expression.