The Guanxi Ancestor led his disciples to attack the territory of the King of Hanzhong, but he fell into an unprecedented predicament. www.biquge.info Feng Mu was inseparable from the top master of martial arts who practiced martial arts in an iron cloth shirt, and the situation of the Guanxi Ancestor was even more dangerous.

In front of him is the strong enemy King of Hanzhong, in order to sneak attack him, he did not hesitate to disguise himself as a dead corpse, and his back is a great elder under the King of Hanzhong, whose status is second only to the King of Hanzhong.

Although the Guanxi Ancestor has deep internal strength, he is no longer young after all, and under the attack of the two strong enemies, he is overstretched, and in less than a moment, he has already been hit by three moves, and the corners of his mouth overflow with bright red blood. Fortunately, the most lethal poisonous needle of the king of Hanzhong was dodged by him, otherwise on this night, he would have been a hero, and he would have been lost here.

"Everyone, please stop, do you know that you have fallen into a trap, and Song Sanxing is no longer in prison. "A weak voice remembered, as if the people who had been dying had returned to their light, and there were hundreds of people on both sides of the war, and the voices were noisy, and this weak voice could pass through the noise and reach everyone's ears.

As soon as Feng Mu heard the news that Song Sanxing was no longer there, most of his fighting spirit suddenly disappeared, and the two kings of Hanzhong attacked the Guanxi Ancestor and took the advantage, but the disciples under them suffered heavy casualties under the impact of the Guanxi Ancestor's elite.

"Isn't there really something strange about tonight's events?" Hanzhong Wang Lao Jianghu was actually manipulated, and he was unwilling, so he stopped at the moment, and the ancestor of Kansai also stopped. Only then did everyone remember the weak voice, and when they looked around, they saw a middle-aged scribe coming out of the depths of the dark shadow in the southeast corner.

The man was panting for breath, as if he had become ill, and his days were numbered, he walked out of the darkness and stood in front of everyone, in the dim light of the fire, Feng Mu saw this man coughing with a handkerchief covering his mouth.

"I can't imagine that such a master has such a serious illness, but I don't know if An Miaoxin can cure him?" Feng Mu thought in his heart, only to hear the other party say: "Feng Mu Shaoxia, I haven't seen you for a long time, I can't imagine that I am now a young man." ”

Feng Mu was puzzled in his heart, the memory in the searcher's mind, he was sure that he had never seen such a sick scholar, but the other party knew him, it seemed that this mysterious person was not simple, and his heart was a little more vigilant.

The sick scholar glanced at everyone present, then turned his head to the Guanxi Ancestor and said, "Old Hero Guan, did you hear from a person who is extremely trusting that this is the best time to attack the King of Hanzhong, and he also told you a lot of detailed information?"

Without waiting for the Guanxi Ancestor to answer, he coughed again, then turned to the King of Hanzhong and said, "Similarly, of course, His Excellency the King of Hanzhong has also received the same news, and has also informed the other party's deployment. In fact, this person's purpose is very simple, that is, he wants the fight between the two gangs, for an ulterior purpose. ”

When everyone asked what the purpose of the man was, the sick scholar shook his head and said that he didn't know, at this moment, a subordinate came down to report that Song Sanxing was missing, and the king of Hanzhong frowned slightly, saying that he knew, and then retreated. Facts have proved that what the sick scholar said is true, but the two heroes don't know the origin of this person, and they are suspicious of his words, and they are a little more wary.

The two warring sides had their own casualties, and they had already hated each other, but now the resentment of both sides was even heavier, and although they had stopped, the atmosphere of saber rattling had not been alleviated. The sick scholar spoke again: "Heroes must also know that the lack of an alliance leader in today's martial arts will lead to a scattered situation, therefore, there is an idea below, let's gather heroes from all walks of life, elect a martial arts alliance leader, and unify the order, isn't it beautiful?"

The Guanxi Ancestor looked stunned, and the King of Hanzhong snorted coldly and said: "To put it lightly, if you want to hold such a martial arts event, which sect has such appeal?"

The sick scholar smiled indifferently and said, "If Shaolin Wudang doesn't have this appeal, doesn't it?"

When this sentence was said, everyone present laughed, Shaolin Wudang is the Taishan Beidou of martial arts, but the rights and wrongs in the rivers and lakes, they don't ask, because although these two factions are strong, they have rarely made big moves in the rivers and lakes in recent years.

"If Your Excellency can persuade Shaolin Wudang to come forward, it will also be a great blessing for Wulin. The king of Hanzhong changed his previous arrogant expression, and his words became respectful to the sick scholar.

The sick scholar arched his hand and said: "There is nothing difficult in the world, but I am afraid that those who have a heart, as long as they have the right way, they can achieve their goals." ”

The Kansai Ancestor on the side frowned slightly, and the wrinkles on his forehead also deepened a little, and he asked in a vicissitudes of life: "Is this your Excellency's purpose, holding a martial arts conference, what will Your Excellency get at that time, or is there another purpose?"

Feng Mu nodded slightly, thinking that the Guanxi Ancestor was an old man who had experienced a lot of things after all, and his experience was beyond the reach of the King of Hanzhong. With intuition, Feng Mu felt that this sick scholar was not good, and when he wanted to speak, the sick scholar seemed to see through his thoughts, and said: "Feng Shaoxia, can you appreciate your face to the cold house, there is a person you want to see very much." ”

Feng Mu was puzzled in his heart, who did he want to see? The other party spoke just right, he couldn't ask what the result was, so he followed Guanxi Lao Zu and the others out of the territory of the King of Hanzhong. At the fork in the road, Feng Mu said goodbye to the Guanxi Ancestor, and then followed the sick scholar to his residence.

After coming to the residence, Feng Mu saw a white-haired woman, this person was Bai Jingshu who had saved him several times in the palace, Feng Mu blurted out: "Grandma Bai, why are you here?"

Bai Jingshu looked at Feng Mu with a complicated expression, and roughly talked about the death of the lady and her permission to leave the palace when she was old and frail, and then patted Feng Mu on the shoulder and said that they have grown into teenagers, and time really waits for no one. Feng Mu looked at Bai Jingshu's deep gaze as she looked up at the sky, and felt that she was thinking about the past again, and couldn't help but feel a trace of melancholy in her heart for the regret that she couldn't stay with Grandpa Xu.

No matter how old the face is, it was once a youthful face, and in the same way, no matter how pretty the red face is, it will be full of wrinkles.

When he is old, who will be the person who will accompany him? Feng Mu asked in his heart, and couldn't help but think of An Miaoxin and Hu Erya, these two confidantes, one is affectionate, the other is intentional, Feng Mu is difficult to choose for a while, and he doesn't want to choose one person to make the other sad, he plans to leave it to time to decide before he is completely sure of his sincerity.

When Feng Mu was reminiscing with Bai Jingshu, Hu Erya's voice came from outside the door, this woman who had been protected by him since she was a child, was both grateful to him, and had a trace of irrepressible admiration. Feng Mu opened the door, and Hu Erya had already run in front of him, asking him with concern if he was injured.

In contrast, An Miaoxin, who was a little slower, was much calmer accompanied by the big white ape, Feng Mu nodded to her, meaning that he was fine, An Miaoxin looked indifferent, and deliberately did not look at him, which made Feng Mu a little embarrassed.

At this moment, a middle-aged woman brought fresh fruit, without the slightest warning, the fruit plate in her hand fell to the ground, the whole person was stunned on the spot, the red lips opened lightly, and shouted: "Erya, are you still alive, I miss you very much for my mother." ”

Hu Erya turned her head to look, her eyes suddenly turned red, she called "mother", and threw herself into the beautiful woman's chest.

Feng Mu watched Hu Erya reunite with her mother and smiled with joy. Before he could speak, he suddenly felt a splitting headache, and a familiar tune echoed in his ears, melodious, but it was like a roar to him.

His hair stands on end, and his eyes are red!

The full moon in the sky, which had just broken through the clouds, was as big as a silver plate, and the clear light spread like mercury pouring down the ground.

Looking at Feng Mu, who was in a rage, Hu Erya shouted at Brother Mu and wanted to rush forward to help, but was stopped by the middle-aged beautiful woman. An Miaoxin's eyes were terrified, she had seen Feng Mu's backlash before, but this time it was so terrifying, she didn't expect it.

A certain quaint sedan chair appeared in the sky, and the four maids carried it to the ground slowly, and the woman standing at the top of the sedan chair took the bamboo flute into her arms, and Feng Mu's symptoms were suddenly alleviated. It turned out that the reason why Feng Mu was attacked was all because of the tune she played.

"The Western Regions Yunmiao Sect is invited, please Feng Shaoxia come with us. The woman said calmly.

"Don't you think!" Hu Erya, who was grabbed by the arm, shouted loudly, An Miaoxin, accompanied by the big white ape, stood in front of Feng Mu, she took out the silver needle, and said word by word: "I want to take him away, unless I fall." ”

At this moment, a sudden change occurred, and I saw Feng Mu slap on An Miaoxin's back, and An Miaoxin's entire body leaned forward, spurting blood from her mouth.

"Brother Mu, you're crazy!" Hu Erya roared angrily, but Feng Mu got into the sedan chair without looking back. (To be continued.) )