"Ominous people will be on the verge of catastrophe...... Feng Ruohan looked at Liu Siren's always overly kind back, continued to sigh leisurely, sighed, and turned to Wang Hong: "Have you ever persuaded the young master? If you take this person in, you will ...... it."

"I've been nagging this for ten years......" Wang Hong sighed angrily, glanced at the sea of snow vigilantly, and stopped talking. Wang Hong said that he was indeed telling the truth, but Chu Tao did not listen. At this moment, there is another Chu Xuehai who helps: "Senior Feng often said that we must have a benevolent heart, and the people of the rivers and lakes are chivalrous. Jun and eldest brother fought to the death to rescue me from the north shore, whether he was an ominous person or not, the snow sea begged the wind to remember his chivalrous heart and rescue me with righteousness. In this way, Xuehai felt at ease. ”

"Saving is self-save, Miss will be wrong. It's just ......" Feng Ruohan looked at the sea of snow and sighed thoughtfully, "Tell the young master that the destiny of heaven is difficult to disobey, and the old wind has no power to turn things around, so he can only do his best." ”

Wang Hong bowed his head and responded, entrusted the safety of Xuehai to Feng Ruohan, and drove back to his life.

The slow and heavy words with a long afterglow tightly wrapped around Xuehai's heart. What does it mean to be an ancient person? Could it be that she and Xie Junhe can still bump into ghosts? What is the intention of this person to hide?

"The ancients?" Under the cold moon, Chu Tao stood on the high place of the Ningxiang Pavilion Restaurant with a faint wind, smiling miserably, looking into the distance. Downstairs, I don't know how many beautiful women will be intoxicated by this handsome smile.

"Lao Feng's speculation is just not credible. Wang Hong shook his head desperately behind him.

"Senior Feng reminded me...... The sound of the piano rising from the waves, the light skill of treading water without a trace, is very similar to the legendary character. Decades ago, a character who lived on the south bank, but was able to compete with the old head of the Pear Flower Sword......" Chu Tao said half a sentence to himself, his eyebrows spread, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a sharp smile.

"What did the young master say-Old Master Chu?" The sound was broken again and again, and Wang Hong tried his best to suppress his frantic heartbeat.

Chu Tao nodded slightly. This is a figure who was already in the limelight before Chu Tao was born, but by the time Chu Tao was born, the wind and clouds of the rivers and lakes had swallowed his name. People now only remember his alias "Old Man Juyin" in his later years, and only remember the Chu family at that time, and most of the forces were still gathered in Bilianzhou.

"Rising against the wind, uneven is singing. Standing in the turbid waves, nine deaths without regrets. This proverb of the Feather Sword Sect resounded as he fought alone in the sword world when he was young. Whether it is on the south bank or the north bank, or resisting the barbarian invasion, or curbing the mob from committing crimes, but anyone who leaves the word "wind roaring" is in awe. In the chic of flying and treading the waves, the sword light swept most of the rivers and lakes with the sound of the piano, and also took away the hearts of most of the rivers and lakes by the way.

Until one day, I took a self-portrait in the mirror, and my temples were slightly frosted.

Suddenly stopped, without asking why. returned to the Feather Sword Sect in Bilian Continent, calmly took over the heavy golden seal, and became a well-deserved leader. People almost thought that the Feather Sword Sect would be pulled by him to the center of the rivers and lakes. But with a stroke of his pen, he inscribed two words on the plaque in his study: Juyin. It is customary to close the door to greet customers for non-major events.

The piano sound pastoral, the green bamboo frost chrysanthemum, is already all the life of the old man Juyin. Although he has always been outside the rivers and lakes, every word he says has a deafening appeal, and he is highly respected on the south bank. Few people have ever seen the old owner of Chu make a move, but many people know that he had a big battle with the head of the Pear Flower Sword Sect, and the confrontation lasted for three days and nights, and there was no winner or loser, until they looked at each other and smiled, shook hands and said joy - this is unique in the confrontation between the north and the south for many years. At that time, the Pear Flower Sword Sect was the most powerful sword sect except for the Qin family on the north bank. In the years when the north and south banks were competing for deer, it was this old man who stood on the peak of the south bank and held on to it uncompromisingly, making the people of the north bank come arrogantly again and again, and retreat silently with laughter and hatred.

"However, the old owner of Chu has been dead for many years...... Wang Hong's eyebrows tightened, unbelievable.

Chu Tao just laughed, even he didn't believe it. He only knew that the old owner of Chu, who was nearly 100 years old, suddenly left a letter to the disciples of the Zhuyu Sword Sect on a stormy night, hung the seal and left, and never disappeared. The successor Chu Yuan stood out among the younger generations and assumed the position of head. is like a legend of the tiger and the tail of the snake, the whereabouts of the old man Juyin, and even his life and death, are ultimately an unsolvable mystery. Even his wave-provoking sound is so outrageous that it is only regarded as a legend. Even with his departure, the prosperity of the Chu family has gradually receded its aura, and even now, Bilianzhou, which has buried the blood of the Chu family for generations, has also fallen into the hands of others.

There have been countless rumors, or that he was tired of the battles in the rivers and lakes, waved his sleeves and fled the world; or that he knew that he was old and about to ride a crane, and could not bear to see the sect wither, and there was no successor, so he hurriedly hid in an unknown corner; or that he had already attained the Tao, ranked in the immortal class, and knew forever. But all the good rumors faded with the passage of time, and turned into strings of beautiful bubbles.

Decades of legends, like dream bubbles, are scattered in the dust of the rivers and lakes, and they cannot be found.

However, more than 30 years have passed, and the old man Juyin has reappeared?

Chu Tao pondered carefully, repeated Feng Ruohan's words, and shook his head: "Be an ancient person...... The Ancients ......"

However, didn't anyone think that Jiang Shaoyun had already died on the streets of the south bank like a beggar, but he lived arrogantly?

If the heart of the ancients is not dead, there is a way to resurrect the soul through the corpse, so that it can return to the world. There has never been a shortage of such stories. Some people, dead or alive, have the slightest bit of news that makes people restless. And many more people, whether they live or die, are like ants, as light as a feather.

This is the law of the rivers and lakes, only the strong can survive.

"Though his person is gone, his soul is still there. "A sonorous sound, like a golden stone. Chu Tao's deep eyes were flashing with a cold star-like light, coldly perceiving everything.

Wang Hong said worriedly: "The young master is bent on returning to Bilian Continent, but such a figure appears at this time......"

I thought that it was just Jiang Shaoyun's big hands behind him, but unexpectedly, Jiang Shaoyun was just a knot tied to the net. Sooner or later, the world will be turned upside down, even if there is no me, no Feather Chasing Sword Sect, this big battle will come sooner or later. Holding Bilian Continent in his hand, although he may not win, however, if he does nothing at this time, the south bank will wait for Jiang Shaoyun's slaughter sooner or later...... Plan ahead, this is one of them. Chu Tao sighed.

"Second?" Wang Hong still doesn't understand why he has to take this step.

"Second...... Beacon Ridge, Uncle Wang, you haven't seen ......" Chu Tao suddenly stopped talking.

Of course, Wang Hong didn't know what Chu Tao saw in the Beacon Fire Ridge. After all, when he left Duanjiazhai, he was alone. But from his sunken eyes, he could guess that it was definitely a hellish picture.

"How could Old Man Ju Yin be involved with Jiang Shaoyun?"

Chu Tao gave a look, signaling that Wang Hong didn't need to say much, and at the same time, the hilt of the sword was firmly held in his hand.

When Wang Hong looked around to explore, his habitual smile once again clouded Chu Tao's eyes like a fog. You can see that downstairs, the dense martial artists have surrounded the Ning Xiang Pavilion from all sides. There is only one way out of this window. "Uncle Wang, you go first. The movement behind him came like a tide, and hundreds of martial artists with various weapons gathered in this small Condensing Fragrance Pavilion. Among them, all kinds of familiar or unfamiliar faces are without exception with a murderous aura. Behind the neatly dressed martial artist, followed by the mighty team of rangers, the sword light was like frost and snow, almost reflecting the night into day.

"Do you want me to leave at this time?!" Wang Hong froze.

Chu Tao blinked slyly: "I'm alone, and they don't dare to do anything." Tell Senior Feng that it's over, I'll play chess with him. ”

When the door was pushed open, Wang Hong turned over directly from the guardrail and went down to the first floor - he couldn't help if he left, and he could at least get a few rescuers. Although at this time, the water of the Feather Chasing Sword Sect was far from being able to solve this burning fire. Even if there are flying pigeons, it is useless. Wang Hong secretly pinched his sweat: Chu Tao was angry this time.