In the early spring, the water of Taihu Lake is dazzlingly green, and the boats pass through the swaying lotus leaves, which is quite poetic.

Occasionally, there are early blooming lotus flowers, red and bright as fire, white as snow, each seeing the style, the fragrance floats, causing people to reverie infinitely.

The noisy noises of the group of heroes kept coming, and it seemed that it was really awkward to the extreme.

"The golden hibiscus reflects the Taihu Lake, and the legend is the victory of the Eastern Wu; the Taihu Lake is 36,000 hectares, and there are many smoke waves. ”

A talented man stood at the bow of the boat, facing the breeze, carrying his hands behind his back, shaking his head and groaning.

Many people know that this person's name is Golden Hook Xiushi Zuo Ming, a pair of golden hooks are quite exquisite, scheming gloomy, and he is really a thief who kills people without blinking.

Most of the heroes don't know much poetry, but this poem is very courageous, quite in line with the appetite of the heroes, and they have asked who did it.

This poem is written by Fan Li Fan Shaobo, when he returned to seclusion with Xi Shi, boating on Taihu Lake, there was a momentary interest, and he wrote this poem. Seeing everyone asking, Zuo Ming explained with a smile.

On weekdays, Zuo Ming is full of smiles, but if anyone offends him, this person will definitely retaliate by any means, so even people who are higher than him in kung fu dare not despise him.

Fan Li, alias Tao Zhugong, was the richest master in the world at that time, and he also married Xi Shi, the world's first beauty, as his wife, which was really proud of his life.

Hong Jin suddenly said: "This Fan Shaobo is related to a senior on the rivers and lakes, do you know the Tao?"

Qunhao shook his head and urged Hong Jin to tell their story.

Hong Jin then told the story in his memory as it was, telling the grievances between Wu Yue, the famous sword in the world, and the legend between Fan Li and Xi Shi and A Qing.

The group of heroes listened to it with relish, and they all said about Aqing's matter, I'm afraid it's just a legend, how can there be such a magical swordsmanship in the world?

After the story was told, Hong Jin fell into deep thought, and he was moved by Ah Qing's simple love.

But even if she has the invincible swordsmanship in the world, what about it? The sweetheart she was so obsessed with still threw herself into the arms of others.

Seeing Tian Tian Lotus Leaf, Hong Jin couldn't help but think of Ah Zi, and remembered that she was willful and almost lost her life.

Now the scenery is still the same, but Ah Zi doesn't know where he went, which makes him faintly worried.

"Not far from here, there is a place where the maidservants of Shenhe Village live, called the Perfume Pavilion, do you want to go and see it?" said the gambler with a courteous face.

"Look, we're going to find the main owner, and go straight to the Swallow Dock. Hong Jin reprimanded with a straight face.

With so many heroes, I am afraid that the perfume pavilion will be ruined, Hong Jin couldn't bear it, so he said solemnly.

The gambler even claimed that it was, led everyone, and went all the way to Shenhezhuang.

Qunhao rowed for a long time, and then listened to the gambler: "It's almost here, Shenhezhuang is so big, it is the ancestral foundation of the Murong family." ”

Sure enough, after rowing for a short time, I saw a large manor, hidden among the green poplars and willows, and swallows shuttled back and forth from time to time.

Thinking of the Gusu Murong clan, Qunhao had a resentment in his heart, and when he saw the boat docking, each holding his sword, he jumped up one after another.

Hong Jin looked at these people, there are really not many people with high skills, and he couldn't help but shake his head secretly, this time he participated in the trip to Hezhuang, it was unpredictable to win or lose, it was not as easy as everyone imagined.

Qunhao rushed all the way to the village, and saw that the design of Shenhezhuang was exquisite, whether it was a pavilion or a small bridge or a small bridge, it seemed smooth and natural, quite a hermit's style.

"His grandmother's, this Murong Bo, will really enjoy Qingfu. A bearded man scolded loudly, this person was Huang Boliu, the leader of the Divine Fist Sect.

Hong Jin stopped suddenly, he felt that there was a very strange thing, Shenhezhuang turned out to be like a dead village, no one existed, lifeless.

Hearing Hong Jin say this, the abbot of Xuan Lin suddenly became vigilant, and shouted loudly to Ling Qunhao, you must be careful and guard against Murong Bo's plot.

Qunhao couldn't help but clench his blade, and his already nervous heart became even more nervous.

Syllable!

I don't know whose blade it is, it suddenly fell, startling everyone, and looking around, a person was picking up the blade with a face full of shame, this person was Wu Xiong of the Five Phoenix Sword Gate.

"His grandmother's, she is so timid, forget it about holding the baby at home, what do you follow blindly?" Huang Boliu, the bearded man who scolded just now, reprimanded with disdain.

Wu Xiong's face was flushed, he didn't dare to respond, he just muttered quietly, and no one could hear what he said.

"Hey, where's that gambler?" Hong Jin looked at and suddenly asked.

Only then did Qunhao realize that at some point, the gambler had quietly slipped away.

Hong Jin couldn't help but feel a chill on his body, there were too many people and it was too chaotic, there was no discipline, such people gathered together, and the combat effectiveness would definitely not be too strong.

"Murong Bo, this bastard, has done something wrong, and he doesn't even want the inheritance of his ancestors, which is called Shaolin monk commanding well, and Murong Bo fled in despair. Huang Boliu said with a smile.

Hong Jin said: "Murong Bo is scheming, we still have to be careful, it's better to quit Lu first, and then make plans." ”

The abbot nodded, and ordered everyone to retreat quickly, so as not to be plotted by others.

"Ah......h

At that moment, a scream suddenly came, and it was in the direction of the entrance.

Hong Jin couldn't help but get anxious, and he didn't have time to greet everyone, his body was like a meteor, and he immediately rushed over quickly.

Huang Boliu saw that Hong Jin was young, and the abbot of Xuan Lin was very polite to him, and he was already dissatisfied in his heart, so he exclaimed at this moment: "My God, dare to love this stinky boy with such good skills." ”

No one paid attention to Huang Boliu, and the group of heroes all rushed towards the way they came, and it was only at this moment that they panicked.

Hong Jin ran all the way, only to feel that Jiuyang's true qi was constantly flowing in his body, and he ran faster and faster, and the more he ran, the more spiritual he became.

Seeing running to the door of Shenhezhuang, Hong Jin couldn't help but take a deep breath and looked ahead.

In the green willows, there were more than ten small boats tied to them, but now they are gone, and the people who were supposed to guard the small boats have been killed and lying on the ground.

In the distance, there was a faint shadow of a boat, it seemed to be at the stern, and someone waved to Shenhezhuang, but it was too far away, and the shadow was not clear.

There were blood stains everywhere, and even the clear water of the nearby lake was stained blood-red.

Hong Jin couldn't help but be shocked, among these people guarding it, there were two high-ranking monks of the Shaolin Xuanzi generation, there was no shortage of good players, they didn't want to bump into the enemy, and they actually had no power to resist.

After a while, Qunhao came one after another, and when they saw this situation, except for the monks of Shaolin Temple, they all scolded.

After scolding, Qunhao couldn't help but feel worried, Shenhezhuang was surrounded by water, and he didn't know where the way out was, they were actually trapped here.

After a short time, the monks who entered the village to check came out one after another to report that the village had become an empty village, especially the food, there was no food at all.

"Grandma's, Murong Bo is really ruthless, he played this trick to catch turtles in the urn, trapped us in Shenhezhuang, and when we ran out of strength, he cleaned us up one by one. Huang Boliu shouted loudly.

Qunhao had panic on his face, knowing that what Huang Boliu said was true, Murong Bo must have such an idea.

When these people came to Shenhezhuang, they really expected to have a real fight with Murong Bo.

Who knew that Murong Bo didn't care about his identity at all, didn't meet them, and directly abandoned Shenhezhuang, played a trick on the bottom of the kettle, and robbed all their ships.

Hong Jin, Xuan Lin and the others were all relatively bitterly smiling, they still underestimated Murong Bo's insidiousness and fell into such a passive situation.

"Grandma's, let's set a fire and burn his bird Zhuangzi. Huang Boliu shouted loudly.

Immediately, many heroes responded, and some men who were anxious wanted to find dry firewood.

The abbot of Xuan Lin hurriedly spoke out to stop him, saying that he really burned Zhuangzi, but there was nowhere to go.

It was getting dark, and the people in the field were at a loss, even if some people knew the nature of the water, but it was impossible to cross this endless lake.

It was late at night, and everyone was in chaos for a day, except for a few people who were left on duty, the rest fell asleep in a daze.

Whoosh!

Suddenly, there was the sound of a cold arrow breaking through the air, and when Qunhao got up and saw it, they were all stunned.

There were countless arrows flying in the sky, and on these sharp arrows, there was still fire, but it turned out to be rockets.

After a while, the entire Shenhezhuang was plunged into a fire, and the flames directly reflected half of the sky.

Bang bang bang!

There was a continuous explosion sound, and it turned out that there was gunpowder buried under this Sanhezhuang, which was ignited by the fire, and the explosion began.

Qunhao panicked for a while, constantly looking for a place to live, but hiding in the trees, afraid of becoming the target of the rocket, hiding on the ground, and afraid of being exploded, for a while like a headless fly, scurrying around.

Only the monks of Shaolin Temple usually hold the precepts very strictly, even if they are flustered, they do not walk around, but are rarely injured.

This fire burned until midnight, and when the sky was bright, there were still many places where there was firelight moving.

Counting the number of people, I saw dozens of people who were burned to death and killed, countless people were injured, and even the Shaolin monks with high skills were all disgraced.

"His grandmother's, Murong Bo's turtle son is too ruthless, this is to use us as roast pigs. A piece of Huang Boliu's face was burned, and the corners of his mouth twitched in pain.

Hong Jin was lucky not to be injured, and secretly called luck in his heart, if he really fell on the location where the explosives were buried, he was afraid that he would be blown up and his bones would be gone, and it would be too late to escape.

Qunhao scolded one after another, saying that when he left the city, he must settle this account with Murong Bo.

"Murong Bo is so fierce, I'm afraid ...... I'm afraid it's not easy for us to go back. Wu Xiong of the Five Phoenix Sword Gate said in a snort.

Huang Boliu was angry and glared at Wu Xiong: "Are you afraid of Murong Bo's turtle son?"

Wu Xiong immediately closed his mouth, and he found that he could only ask for his own hardships when he fought with Huang Boliu.

Hong Jin looked around, only to see dozens of corpses lying in the field, all of them were injured, and there were burned down walls everywhere.

In this situation, how can it be a tragic word?

"Now that people are swordsmen, I am fish and meat, everything must be done carefully, in case Murong Bo attacks again. Hong Jin sighed.

Everyone nodded again and again, and they were all frightened by the blows.