On an ordinary day, the scholar was standing on the high platform and shaking his folding fan leisurely, arranging various anecdotes of the rivers and lakes on the north and south banks, and the guests listened attentively and drank tea unintentionally, chewing time willingly.

A shout in the flat ground stirred up a monstrous wave.

The scholar first changed his face and stopped, and then there was a sound of ping-pong fighting, which caused everyone to be stunned. Someone saw a dark shadow flying past with a cold light. Then there was a group of warriors wielding long swords and rushing over people's heads. Immediately it was chaotic, all kinds of cups and plates were in disarray, and they fled in all directions.

Yan Hong was not there, no one could suppress this situation, and fear chased all the escapees, making them panic.

Only a few strange old rivers and lakes smelled a different smell, and just about to find out, the black shadow was gone, and a group of men surrounded the crowd, came down from the upper floor, and quickly got into the carriage. One or two sharp-eyed people suddenly recognized: Isn't that Chu Tao in the middle? How could Chu Tao come to Ning Xiang Pavilion? Someone suddenly noticed that the place where they walked was dripping with a little bit of bright red. It's the breath of blood.

Everyone recalled the scene that had just happened, piecing together all the details that could be pieced together, and remembered in a trance that the shout was only three words: "Catch him!"

reacted quickly and hurriedly grabbed the scholar: "What is Master Chu doing in Ningxiang Pavilion tonight?What kind of guests did you invite?"

The scholar was also a little confused, but just smiled: "It's not uncommon for the Feather Sword Sect to rent a private room. As for whether it is the matter of the head of Chu, how dare I ask it!

The patchwork of rumors spread among the crowd like a wind, it was difficult to distinguish between truth and falsehood, but the content was unexpectedly consistent: "Chu Tao was assassinated and injured in Ningxiang Pavilion, and it was his old enemy Qi Heng who attacked. "However, why did Chu Tao go to the Ning Xiang Pavilion? How could he lose when he fought against Qi Heng? Isn't Qi Heng already dead? How did he get to the South Shore and appear in the Ning Xiang Pavilion where Chu Tao rarely appears? These questions have been interpreted into all kinds of bizarre stories, which are hotly discussed in the streets and alleys. Just like throwing stones into the river, the sediment is flooded, and the grievances and grievances between the Qi family and the Chu family have encountered an unbearable rehash.

The rangers were all filled with righteous indignation, and there had never been a time when anyone dared to talk about the leader of the South Shore Alliance in such a tone. The people of the Chu family did not say a word at this time. However, a portrait of a golden bounty quietly circulated in the hands of the rangers. The person in the portrait is very similar to Qi Heng, but it is far more vulgar than Qi Heng. Strangely, no one can tell who the owner is!

Even the backyard of the Chu family was full of whispers.

Wang Hong quietly stretched out his tone and sighed at Liu Siren: "It's a strange thing! There are so many people in Ningxiang Pavilion, and they can't take a single Qi Heng......?

"The world can't be absolute!" Liu Siren said perfunctorily.

However, if you take a little longer, you will know that when the two mortal enemies meet, either the road is narrow, or one side bows its head, with Chu Tao's temper of always talking about decency, it is impossible to hang out for exhibition no matter which one, how can it be known to a third person?

However, this Wang Hong is a housekeeper who lacks heart, and he chatters inexplicably: "Qi Heng is accustomed to using an axe, how can he use a short sword to stab at a distance? The short sword is a personal thing of the young master, how can it be snatched by Qi Heng? Although the young master's body is weak, he will not suffer in Qi Heng's hands!"

Liu Siren really pitied him for his careless appearance, and his deep eyes refracted a little strange light: "Judging from the severity of the wound on the arm, this knife is thin on the outside and blunt on the inside. ”

"Ahh

Liu Siren's face finally pierced the window paper with a relaxed face: "The young master's thoughts are really hard to guess. ”

As if he had been deceived by the whole world, Wang Hong blew up his hair: "Why did he play this play? I really thought that his skin was made of iron? How much do you know about Lao Liu? This kid is going to take risks again? Why don't you stop him?"

"I told Uncle Wang in advance, Qi Heng also entered the Ning Xiang Pavilion, I'm sorry, Uncle Wang, I didn't tell anyone except Senior Liu. If the people of the rivers and lakes know in advance that there will be this meeting, the black stone cliff can make the theater peaceful. Chu Tao stood slyly behind them, smiling mischievously, ignoring the white veil wrapped around his left arm. It looked like a rebellious child, who had gone to the wild to fight a tiger without telling his father. Behind him was an even more mischievous face: the half-human-tall Mo'er carried a small bag on his back, followed the yard step by step, and saluted in a tender voice: "Hello two seniors!"

Wang Hong was depressed for a long time, and waited for Chu Tao's charming glance: "It's just a flesh injury, it's not a big deal." How many people are serious about the rumors? Let them go. The two seniors, the messenger of the wind seniors has arrived, and the sword formation a few days ago is afraid that there are some eyebrows. We went into the house and talked slowly. ”

The so-called messenger of the wind predecessor is the last one? The other two looked at each other, not knowing why.

While speaking, Chu Tao had already taken Mo'er's small bag and opened the door of the study.

"Why is the young master so injured?" Wang Hong couldn't wait to ask.

"Don't you already have the answer in your heart?" Chu Tao asked unhurriedly, put his bags on the table, unwrapped the layers of cloth, and revealed a secret letter that had not been signed. He beckoned everyone to come and take a look.

"In Zizhu Valley, Shiyu listened to the news for me with the rangers in the name of the dart bureau. Fang Xi's people must still be secretly staring at my study, so important information is no longer sent here. While listening to Chu Tao's explanation, Wang Hong flipped through the letterhead casually. In addition to the name of the place, the letter is the name of the place, and it is all mountain trails. It is as if you have been thrown into a huge labyrinth, with mountains and rivers in front of you and a nine-curved loop behind you. Chu Tao seemed to see his confusion, and pulled out the map scroll on the wall, which was filled with dense small red dots at some point. The vague place name just now instantly took on a shape, no, it was a route.

"Qi Heng's traces in the past few days?" Liu Siren gave the answer on his behalf.

The corners of Chu Tao's mouth raised slightly, and his eyes were determined.

Wang Hong was even more incomprehensible: "He traveled all the way west, there was only the Beacon Fire Ridge in the west, and there was only the white-clothed holy envoy! The short sword of chasing feathers was in his hand, could it be that he wanted to take the short sword and take refuge in Jiang Shaoyun?"

"Yes. That's exactly what I need for a dagger like this. A sword that pierces the heart of an enemy. Chu Tao's fist was firmly clubbed against the table, and a sharp light flashed in his eyes.

But that is Qi Heng! Can Qi Heng listen to Chu Tao? Wang Hong looked at Liu Siren in amazement, and the latter also frowned subtly and shrugged his shoulders. "It's already thrilling to hear, the young master has always acted steadily, and I don't know who made such an absurd and bizarre plan......"

Chu Tao interrupted with a smile: "Even Uncle Wang thinks it is absurd, how should he think that he is as shrewd as Jiang Shaoyun? The whole world knows that the conflict between me and Qi Heng has been going on for a long time, and the one who wants to put me to death is none other than Qi Heng." Jiang Shaoyun knew better, so much so that he borrowed Qi Heng's hand to harm me at the beginning. However, the times have teleported, is it a foregone conclusion that the rivers and lakes will alternate between enmity and hatred? Now that the Qi family has changed abruptly, Leng Fengyi lives on the south bank, and he Qi Heng is like a lost dog, with the hatred of killing his father in the past and the pain of losing his wife in the back, all of which are caused by the white-clothed saints. As for the allies, the Qin family watched the fire from across the strait, cold-eyed and stood idly by, but waited for the Qi family to be slaughtered. Qi Heng just hates me, but he is afraid that he will be powerless. Rest assured, Uncle Wang, I don't dare to throw the entire South Bank on the table and gamble without being 70% sure. ”

"Could it be that the young master and Qi Heng already have a tacit understanding?" Liu Siren took advantage of the situation to ask.

Chu Tao replied with a smile: "Since he is willing to come to Ningxiang Pavilion, I will not let him come in vain." ”

"If it's a tacit understanding, why bother hurting yourself?" Wang Hong was quite dissatisfied.

Chu Tao raised his veiled arm, as if to show off his dexterity, and threw out the flower: "If you don't see blood, this river and lake is a pool of stagnant water." He's not so easy to call. Well, what could be more terrible than the pain on the North Shore that day?"

Speaking of that day, Liu Siren sighed sideways. The mottled blood stains are still in front of my eyes, and even when I think about it, I can feel a chill on my back. Only he knows how the young master is soaked in sweat but doesn't say a word every time he changes the dressing. Only he knows how much bone-crushing hatred is hidden behind every contempt. Wang Hong was dumbfounded, he only saw the deep scars like earthworms crawling on Chu Tao's hands, like a dry cracked earth ravine, the wounds could be healed, but the scars could not be erased. Even if Li Zhaolin is a doctor, he can't erase this past. It is no longer Chu Tao's honor or disgrace alone, this ravine has already set up a magic barrier in the hearts of every South Shore swordsman and taken root.

"Don't be wrong. I will not reconcile with him, never. Chu Tao suddenly became heavy, "However, Qi Heng can't move a finger on the south bank, and Jiang Shaoyun can turn this place into a sea of blood." The south bank has finally had a moment of stability, and it cannot be destroyed in my hands. I don't want to see the blood-stained river. ”

Wang Hong's heart seemed to move, but a deeper uneasiness had already covered his heart.

"Senior Feng said the same thing. Mo'er suddenly interjected.

Chu Tao smiled, and his eyes flashed: "What did Senior Feng say?"

He said: "The white-clothed holy envoy is ready to kill karma. At present, the great enemy abandons a grudge and takes the overall situation, and the people of the south bank should have this mind. ”

"The teacher knows me. Chu Tao seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. He didn't care about the deeper marks carved between Wang Hong's eyebrows, leaned over to Mo'er and said, "Is the senior in good health?"

The immature child's voice spread throughout the room: "Senior Feng is powerful! He asked me to tell Master Chu that the sword formation has been completed, and the time for a decisive battle is approaching." Everyone in Zizhu Valley is also grinding their fists and waiting for the day!"

Chu Tao laughed: "These two words were taught by Senior Feng?"

Mo'er nodded seriously: "I don't know what errand Master Chu arranged for me?"