"How did you do the other day?"

The scholar knew that what he was asking must be about the sixty-four sword formations: "Manpower? As soon as the head of Chu called, let alone sixty-four people, even six thousand four hundred people could be gathered." They were all invited according to the requirements you personally ordered, and they were never publicized. The wind seniors gave their best advice, and everyone was very attentive. If he had seen Senior Liu, he would not have asked such a question. ”

"Senior Liu has been able to summon the warriors in the Feather Sword Sect, but he can't summon the rangers of the three sects and nine streams. Chu Tao said, "But I'm worried, those rough guys are afraid that they are going to provoke the old man!"

The scholar touched his head and smiled: "Don't dare, don't dare, it's just that the few you are looking for are all alone, and it is a little difficult to keep to yourself like ordinary people." However, there are two masters of the bamboo garden, and they still dare not disagree. ”

"However, time is running out. Chu Tao suddenly burst into laughter. He paced and cast his gaze on the bottom of the cliff, where the turbid waves were rushing. The people of the town are still busy. If one day, the white-clothed holy envoy comes to the city, and fighting alone is tantamount to self-destruction. The sixty-four sword formations should be the last life of the south bank.

The topic suddenly became heavy. The scholar also looked worried, especially the choking cough in the long wind caused even more uneasiness.

The sixty-four sword formations are evolved from the formation in the Changhe Yinqu, taking the five tones of the main tone of the music score, the Zhonggong Shangjiao, and the five tones of the feather, replacing them with the five elements of gold, wood, water, fire, and earth, and finally evolving into the southeast, northwest, and middle directions. The sound of the song determines the end of the line, so it is unpredictable. Chu Tao learned that the Qi family was in danger a few days ago, so he handed over the method of deduction to Senior Feng, and asked Senior Liu and the scholars to recruit reliable kendo masters to gather in Zhuyuan.

"You tell everyone, if you have time another day, you must go to Zhuyuan to pay respects!"

"Wonderful!" the scholar seemed to be encouraged and excited.

Chu Tao walked around to the front of the piano, untied the white rhino gauntlet, and gently played the strings, the bass was calm and heavy, and the high place was empty and smart. "Good piano!" he couldn't help but exclaim, but was let out of the pedestal by the scholar. "I haven't heard Master Chu playing the strings for a long time, and my heart is itching. The song of the right talent, please also advise. The scholar tried not to look at the scars on his hands, but those scars involuntarily broke into his eyes. Obviously, rumors are not as good as witnesses in any way.

Chu Tao said angrily: "It's been a song from many years ago, don't mention it." ”

"Although many years have passed, the tenderness in the song is still obsessive, distant and full of emotion, and it is a rare and good product. ”

Chu Tao didn't answer, things are people, and the piano meeting at that time was already an unattainable memory, how could he repeat the state of mind of the year at this time?

The scholar was about to listen to it, but Chu Tao smiled bitterly and shook his head to stop the strings: "I can't play." After self-injury, the hand is not flexible. "Of course the scholar doesn't believe it, the majestic and changeable Changhe Yin can still be at his fingertips, but he refuses to play a small song?" Chu Tao gestured to silence him, and then silently put on the rhino skin gauntlet.

He looked at Chu Tao's increasingly solemn expression and empty gaze in a daze.

"Did you ever bring a self-defense weapon?" Chu Tao suddenly asked in a barely audible voice.

This is on the south bank, at the feet of the Feather Chasing Sword Sect! The scholar was startled and touched the iron fan on his waist for self-defense.

"It's not a small movement, I'm afraid I'm going to drag you down today. Chu Tao whispered, "I'll take the first step, and you can get out while they are moving." Don't get dwelled!"

The scholar didn't hear anything, the sky was high and the clouds were faint in front of him, how could he have the intent to kill? The sound of rustling footsteps starts from nowhere, and I don't know where it ends. Hearing the strings in 100 steps is not in vain. Chu Tao's sword hilt was already tightly clasped in the palm of his hand. But behind him there are only hundreds of black rocks falling off the cliff and a long river.

On the ground, a black shadow jumped out of the air, and it swooped down like an eagle falcon, and the sword light was sharp and sharp. The broken leaves and branches on all sides danced into a green curtain, and the murderous aura came through the green curtain.

The noise of the jackdaws pecking in the sky, the scholar wanted to go nowhere, so he took out an iron fan and waved it, and the blade of the fan tip instantly cut a bloody color. However, the oncoming sword light pressed even tighter, and the iron fan could only defend against the raging killing intent, and could only defend step by step. How easy is it to get out?

Suddenly, a long hissing sound was heard, and the white wind spread its hooves and galloped forward, and the rapid collision was no less than that of the tiger and leopard. The enemy was unprepared for a moment, and scattered like frightened birds. The scholar understood, waited for him to get closer, and pulled the reins to fly to the prancing horse. However, after only a short pause, the black shadow surrounded the water again. The terrifying white light flashed dazzlingly, and the iron fan in the scholar's hand suddenly dispersed, conjuring a number of sharp boomerangs, whistling through the black, but the other party was overwhelming, retreating and coming, like a tide.

When he couldn't advance or retreat, the cold light in front of him suddenly turned like lightning, and the black shadow fell in pieces, as if this cold light tore the sword array apart. The scholar didn't see what kind of move this was, only to know that he came back to his senses and saw that the Dragon Shadow Sword was dripping with blood and Chu Tao's eyes were burning in anger. On the cliff, there is finally a glimmer of life.

There were still black shadows that were not afraid of death coming, and Chu Tao was so frightened that he didn't dare to move just by raising his empty sword. With this, he grabbed the reins and flew onto the horse, and galloped out with the wind in mind. Behind him, the sharp gaze of the falcon never stopped following for a moment.

The scholar had palpitations, and even felt a throat infarction until Chu Tao stopped the horse. I even want to vomit!

Chu Tao looked at his already weak face, and smiled helplessly. "It's not hurt, is it?"

But the scholar said, "Someone is going to kill you!

"Since the day I became the head of the house, I have never broken it off. Chu Tao disagreed.

"Who else dares on the south bank? Look at the number of roads, it is not as elegant as the white-clothed holy envoy, and it is not as rough and powerful as the north bank! Isn't this strange?"

Chu Tao's face only had a shallow smile that never changed, as if nothing had happened: "No matter who it is, but if I live for a day, the south bank will not allow them for a day!"

The scholar's heart shook fiercely.

"This place is not far from the Bamboo Garden, if you don't worry, you can go to the Bamboo Garden to find someone to send you back to the Ning Xiang Pavilion. But don't say you've seen me, and don't mention what happened on the Black Rock Cliff. ”

"What about you?"

"I need to go back immediately. ”

The attack on the leader of the alliance on the south bank and the spread to the rivers and lakes were earth-shattering! Naturally, the scholars did not dare to talk nonsense. Although he didn't know the reason for leaving in such a hurry, he knew that he must have made arrangements. "I have to say, wait until I finish cleaning up the white-clothed holy envoy. The scholar said happily.

"Then let's control the wind, it will save you. ”

The scholar said goodbye, and turned around and walked down the path that led to the bamboo garden. Suddenly remembered that he forgot to say thank you, and when he turned around, the sound of horses' hooves had already faded away, and he could only see the white air flying in the depths of the green forest, that is, like a white eagle flying through the air, vertical and horizontal.

If he fights side by side...... What kind of story should there be in the Ning Xiang Pavilion? The scholar fell into a reverie in Miaoyuan.