Movie martial arts

Chapter 369

"This son is so rampant!".

Sun Tuozi clenched his fists and angrily smashed down the table in front of him. This seemingly half-crippled hunchback dwarf smashed the elm table into pieces.

The old man Tianji sat on the side with his eyes squinted, and started to smoke "bata, pata". A cloud of green smoke lingered on his face, and his expression could not be seen clearly, but his hand holding the pipe...was a little trembling!
He is No.1 in the world!
No. 1 martial arts in the world!
Weapon Spectrum No.1!
The secret stick in your hand can hit you in all directions!Powerful in the martial arts world for more than ten years!But his hands were indeed trembling, not out of anger, but a little scared, a little scared!

More than ten years ago, Bai Xiaosheng made a list of weapons. At that time, his martial arts were too high. Looking at the world, no one was his opponent. The master was lonely, he was very lonely, but after the loneliness passed, all he had left was fear. up!

why?He is number one in the world!yes!It is because he is number one in the world that he is even more afraid!There is never a lack of competition for fame and fortune in the arena. He is like a benchmark. I don't know how many people are ready to surpass him!
Because of this, over the years, he has been wandering around with his granddaughter on the surface, but in fact he has been secretly maintaining the balance of the major forces to prevent someone from suddenly coming out and threatening him. However, he has taken every precaution, but he still takes precautions Can't live.

Two years ago, Shangguan Jinhong, who had been dormant in the world for many years, was fine if he didn't make a move.

The seventeen masters on the weapon spectrum all bowed their heads, and the "Money Gang" came into being. In the past two years, they have been invincible and rampant. 'On!
These are not terrible, what is terrible is Shangguan Jinhong who has always been ambitious and ready to challenge himself!

This man's martial arts... old man Tianji feels that he is old, and the older he is, the more he cherishes his life. This is human nature, but he refuses to accept his old age and wants to maintain his status. Also sometimes.

"Shangguan Jinhong sweeps across the Central Plains, Xiao Li Tanhua returns to the south in a storm, swordsman A Fei enters the rivers and lakes for the first time, killing gods in Hanwen and ghosts weeping!"

A jingle made up by a troublesome person is more like a sledgehammer hitting the heart of old man Tianji.

In just two months, the existence of four prosperous masters, either famous in the past or new masters, has made this long-dormant world no longer so peaceful.

"Second Uncle! You're getting old! Let's get rid of the fire!" The braided girl tilted her head, she was Sun Xiaohong, and sighed, she said: "Shangguan Jinhong, Xiao Li Tanhua, Swordsman A Fei, Killing God Hanwen... The first three are nothing, but the last one is really..."

She couldn't say it, and she didn't know how to describe it.

Old Man Tianji's hands stopped shaking, he knocked the soot in the smoke pot on the ground, let out a long breath, and said slowly: "This son's behavior is very different from good and evil, he is independent, but he is martial arts Unfathomable, no one knows his origin, nor his mastery, so mysterious!"

Sun Tuozi said bitterly: "In order to challenge the weapon spectrum, he fabricated rumors that there is a treasure in Xingyun Village... I'm afraid there will be blood flowing into rivers again tomorrow! With him here, this world will not be peaceful! Old man, we How to deal with it?"

"Soldiers come and cover up the water and earth! What else can be done?" Old Man Tianji shook his head and said: "Once this person grows up, he will be a giant of evil... very harmful! But he is not as good as A Fei, who can also guide, He already has his own beliefs and his own path..."

The night fog is misty, the leaves are withered, the remaining snow is still there, the lotus pond is full of dead leaves, the path is full of weeds, and the garden that used to be full of flowers, willows and green, plum blossoms and chrysanthemums is now full of ghosts.

At the end of the bridge, there is Sanwu Jingshe, which is the "Lengxiang Xiaozhu".

The first famous hero in the martial arts world and the first beauty in the rivers and lakes lived here. At this time in the past, the plum blossoms were already in full bloom, and the fragrance was intoxicating.

But now, there are cobwebs on the corners of the walls, and dust on the window sills. The romantic scene of the past has long since disappeared, and even the immortal plum trees have withered.

The lights in the small building were still on, and there were scattered drums in the distance.

It's the fourth watch.

The long night was coming to an end when a figure suddenly appeared in the thick fog.

Is this a sleepless person, or a ghost from the underworld?

I saw that his hair was disheveled and his clothes were disheveled. He looked so depressed and haggard, but his expression still looked so chic, and his eyes were as bright as the cold stars of autumn night.

He walked slowly across the small bridge and saw the withered plum trees. He couldn't help but let out a deep sigh. The plum blossoms were his good companions in the past, but today they were as haggard as humans.

Then his people suddenly flew up like swallows!
The window of the small building is closed, and on the pale yellow window paper, a slender figure is reflected, and it seems so lonely, so lonely.

There are hundreds of cracks in the window lattice. Looking through the cracks, you can see this lonely man, facing the lone lamp, sewing clothes.

Her face was pale, and her beautiful eyes had lost their former luster.There was no expression on her face, she seemed so indifferent, as if she had long forgotten the joys of the world, and the sorrows of the world of mortals.

She just sat there, sewing stitch by stitch, letting her youth slip away at the tip of the needle.The holes in clothes can be mended, but the wounds in the soul cannot be healed by anyone...

Sitting opposite her was a thirteen or fourteen-year-old child.He was very handsome, and his quick eyes made him look even smarter, but he was also so pale, so pale that one forgot he was a child.

He was drooping his head, practicing calligraphy stroke by stroke.Although he is young, he has learned to endure loneliness.

The destitute man was crouching outside the window like a ghost, watching them quietly.There were tears in the corners of his eyes.

After an unknown amount of time, the child suddenly stopped writing, raised his head, stared at the flickering flames on the table, and was in a daze.

The woman also stopped sewing, looked at her child, her eyes showed endless tenderness, and said softly: "Xiao Yun, what are you thinking?"

The child bit his lip and said, "I'm thinking about when Daddy will come back."

The woman's hand trembled for a while, and the tip of the needle pricked her finger, but she didn't seem to feel the pain at all, her pain was in her heart.

The child said again: "Mom, why did Daddy leave suddenly? It has been two months now, and there is no news."

The woman was silent for a long time, then sighed softly and said, "I didn't know when he left."

An indescribable cunning suddenly appeared in the child's eyes, and he said, "But I know why he left."

The woman frowned and scolded softly: "You little child, what do you know?"

The child said: "Of course I know. Daddy left because he was afraid that Li Xun Huan would come back and seek revenge on him. As soon as he heard Li Xun Huan's name, his face immediately changed."

The woman wanted to speak, but in the end all her words turned into a long sigh. She also knew that the child knew a lot, maybe too much.

The child said again: "But Li Xun Huan never came, why didn't he come to see Mom?"

The woman's body seemed to tremble again, and she said loudly, "Why did he come to see me?"

The child giggled and said, "I know he's always been Mom's good friend, hasn't he?"

The woman's face turned even paler, she stood up suddenly, and said with a straight face: "It's almost dawn, why don't you go to sleep?"

The child blinked and said: "I don't sleep because I want to be with my mother, because my mother has been unable to sleep at night for the past two years, and even seeing the baby makes me feel very uncomfortable."

The woman slowly closed her eyes, a stream of tears streaming down her cheeks.

But the child stood up and said with a smile: "But I should go to bed too, tomorrow is my mother's birthday, I have to get up early..." He walked over with a smile and kissed the woman on the cheek , Said: "Mom should go to bed too, see you tomorrow."

He walked out with a smile, and as soon as he walked outside the door, the smile disappeared immediately, and a look of resentment appeared in his eyes, and he murmured: "Li Xunhuan, and...Korean! Others are afraid of you, I can't I'm not afraid of you, one day, I want you to die by my hands."

The woman watched the child go out, eyes full of pain, but also full of pity, this is really a smart child.

She only has such a child, and this child is her life. No matter what he did or said to make her sad, she still loves him the same. A mother loves her child , is endless and unconditional.

She sat down again and turned on the light brighter, she was afraid of the dark.Whenever night fell, an indescribable fear would arise in her heart.

At this moment, she heard a slight cough coming from outside the window, her expression changed immediately, her whole body seemed to be stiff, she sat there blankly, staring at the window stupidly, There seemed to be some joy in his eyes, but also some fear...

I don't know how long it took before she stood up slowly, walked to the window slowly, opened the window slowly with a trembling hand, and said in a trembling voice, "Who is it?"

The milky white fog floated into the window one by one, and scattered in all directions. The full moon was covered by the thick fog, and only a faint gleam could be seen.

Where is there any figure around?
The woman looked around with blank eyes, and said sadly: "I know you are coming. Since you are here, why don't you come out to meet me?"

There was no voice, and no response.

The woman let out a long sigh and said sadly: "I don't blame you if you don't want to meet me. We are indeed sorry for you, sorry for you..."

Her voice became softer and weaker, and she stood there blankly for a long time before slowly closing the window.

The light in the window also gradually dimmed, and finally went out.

The earth seemed to have been completely engulfed in darkness.

The period of time before dawn is always the darkest, but after all, the darkness also has its time to pass. Finally, there is a glimmer of dawn in the east, and the night fog that came with the darkness gradually fades away.

Behind the sycamore tree in front of the small building, a figure gradually appeared.

He just stood there motionless for an unknown how long, his hair and clothes were almost soaked by dew.

His gaze was always staring at the window of the small building, as if he had never moved. He looked so old, tired, haggard... like a drunkard who would never be sober.

Although he didn't speak, he was calling in his heart—"Shiyin, Shiyin, you didn't let me down, it was I who let you down...Although I can't see your face, but for the past ten years, I've been doing it day and night. I miss you, and I have been near you for the past two months, protecting you, do you know?"

The scorching sun broke through the morning fog, and the sky became brighter.

Covering his mouth with his hands, the man barely suppressed his cough, quietly walked through the bluestone path covered by mud and fallen leaves, passed through the moon gate whose red paint had peeled off, and quietly walked to the front.

The entire house was completely deserted. The hall that used to be full of dignitaries now only remains of cobwebs, dust, and windows that have been blown to pieces by the wind and rain.

He walked down the long stone steps to the front yard.

The front yard seems to be more desolate and dilapidated than the back garden. Only the porter's hut next to the gate, the doors and windows can be regarded as complete. No one who has been here in the past would have imagined that this splendid mansion would be so beautiful in a short period of time. By two months, it had become like this.

He bent down again, coughing lowly, and a ray of sunlight shone on his head. During this night, his originally dark hair turned white with sorrow and sadness.

Then, he walked slowly to the porter's hut.

The door was ajar, but he pushed it open gently.As soon as the door was opened, there was a smell of cheap and bad wine, and the room was dirty and messy. A person was lying on the table, holding a wine bottle tightly in his hand.

Another drunkard, he smiled self-deprecatingly and started knocking on the door.

The person lying on the table finally woke up. When he raised his head, he saw that his face was covered with pockmarks and wrinkles caused by bad wine, and his beard and hair had also turned white.No one would have thought that he was the biological father of Lin Xian'er, the number one beauty in martial arts.

He looked around drunkenly, rubbed his eyes, and murmured: "Someone knocked on the door early in the morning, have you run into a ghost?"

After saying this, he really saw the downcast middle-aged man, frowned and said, "Who are you? How did you come here? How did you come here?"

His voice was getting louder and louder, and he seemed to have regained a bit of the style of a big butler.

The downcast middle-aged man smiled and said, "We met two years ago. Don't you recognize me?"

Mazi stared at him for a few times, his face immediately changed color, he stood up suddenly, and was about to prostrate himself on the ground, and said in surprise, "It turned out to be Li..."

The downcast middle-aged man supported him before he bowed down, covered his mouth before he finished speaking, smiled and said slowly: "It's good that you still recognize me, let's sit down and talk. "

Mazi hurriedly moved the stool, and said with an apologetic smile: "How can the villain not recognize you, sir? The villain was blind last time, and he will never again this time, but...you have indeed aged a lot in the past two months .”

The downcast middle-aged man seemed to sigh a little, and said: "You are old too, everyone is old, have you been doing well in the past two months?"

Mazi shook his head and sighed: "In front of others, I may still brag, but in front of you..." He sighed again, and continued with a wry smile: "To tell you the truth, the past two months Even I don’t know how to get by, selling calligraphy and painting today, and selling a chair tomorrow to get by, alas..."

The down-and-out middle-aged man frowned and said, "Could it be that the family can't even survive?"

Mazi lowered his head and rubbed his eyes.

The down-and-out middle-aged man said: "Dragon... When Fourth Master Long left, didn't he leave any expenses for settling down?"

Mazi shook his head, his eyes turned red.

The depressed middle-aged man's face became even paler and he couldn't help but cough.

Mazi said: "Madam herself still has some jewellery, but she is so kind-hearted that she distributed them to the servants and told them to sell them and start some small businesses to make a living. She...she would rather suffer by herself than treat her badly." other people."

Having said that, his voice was already a little choked up.

The downcast middle-aged man was silent for a long time, and sighed: "But you didn't leave, you are really a very loyal person."

Mazi lowered his head and smiled, and said calmly: "The villain just has nowhere to go..."

The desolate middle-aged man said softly: "You don't need to be humble, I know you very well, some people have a bad temper, but a good heart, it's a pity that few people can understand them."

Mazi's eyes seemed to be red again, he forced a smile and said, "This wine is not good, sir, if you don't mind it, just drink a couple of glasses."

He went to pour the wine, only to find that the bottle was empty.

The downcast middle-aged man smiled and said, "I don't want to drink, I just want a cup of tea... Do you think it's strange that I also want to drink tea. This is the first time in many years."

Mazi also laughed, and said: "It's easy, I'll go and boil a pot of water for the uncle and make a good pot of tea."

The downcast middle-aged man said: "No matter who you meet, don't mention that I'm here."

Mazi nodded and said with a smile: "Don't worry, sir, the villain has already dared not talk too much."

He walked out happily without forgetting to close the door.

The desolate middle-aged man's expression immediately dimmed again, and he said to himself sadly: "Shiyin, Shiyin, you are suffering so much, I am the one who hurt you, I will protect you no matter what, and I will never let anyone hurt you you!"

The sun shone through the windows, and it was full daylight.

Tea is not good.

But as long as the tea is boiling hot, it will not be difficult to swallow, just like women, as long as women are young, they will not be too annoying.

The down-and-out middle-aged man sipped his tea slowly. He drank tea much more slowly than drinking alcohol. When the cup of tea was finished, he suddenly smiled and said, "I used to have a very smart friend who once said Interesting words."

Mazi smiled apologetically and said, "Uncle, you are very interesting when you speak by yourself."

The desolate middle-aged man said: "He said that there is absolutely no wine in the world that you can't get drunk, and there is absolutely no ugly girl. He also said that it is because of these two things that he lives." With a smile, he continued: "Actually, the older the wine, the better the fragrance, and the older the woman, the better the taste."

Mazi obviously couldn't appreciate the "flavor" of his words. After being stunned for a long time, he poured another cup of tea for the down-and-out middle-aged man, and then asked: "Uncle, what happened when you came back this time?"

The downcast middle-aged man was silent, and after a long time, he slowly said: "Some people say that there are treasures in this place..."

Mazi laughed and said, "Treasure? If there really is a treasure in this place, that would be great."

He suddenly withdrew his smile, sneaked a glance at the downcast middle-aged man from the corner of his eyes, and tentatively said: "If there is a real treasure in this place, sir, you should know."

The down-and-out middle-aged man sighed and said, "Although you and I don't believe that there are treasures here, there are many others who believe it."

Mazi said: "Who is the person who spread the rumors? Why would he spread such rumors?"

The downcast middle-aged man pondered and said: "He has two intentions. First, he wants to lure some greedy people here to fight and kill each other, so that he can fish in troubled waters."

Mazi said, "Other than that, what other meanings does he have?"

The downcast middle-aged man's eyes flickered, and he said slowly: "I haven't shown up for many years, and I passed away in a flash two months ago... Many people in the Jianghu are asking about my whereabouts. Maybe he did it because of me. In order to lure me to show up, lure me to make a move!"

Mazi puffed up his chest and said, "Just do it, no matter what, so that those people can see what you are capable of, uncle."

The desolate middle-aged man smiled wryly: "Among those people who came this time, there are a few that even I can't deal with!"

Mazi was surprised and said, "Are there really people in this world who you can't even deal with?"

Before the down-and-out middle-aged man could speak, there was a knock on the door suddenly.

A clear voice shouted: "Excuse me, is this the Fourth Master Long's mansion? I'm waiting for a special visit."

Mazi murmured: "It's strange, even ghosts haven't visited here for two years, how could there be a visitor suddenly today?"

After about half an hour, Mazi came back with a smile on his face, and said with a smile as soon as he entered the door: "Today is Madam's birthday, even I forgot, but those people still remember, they came here specially to pay respects to Madam on her birthday."

The down-and-out middle-aged man pondered, and asked, "Who are these people here?"

Mazi said: "Five people came in total, one is a very dignified old man, one is a handsome young man, and the third is a one-eyed dragon, and the most frightening one is a man with a green complexion."

The downcast middle-aged man frowned and said, "Is there a lame man among them?"

Mazi nodded and said, "That's right... How do you know that, sir? Do you also recognize them?"

The desolate middle-aged man coughed lowly, but his eyes revealed a light that was sharper than a knife. This kind of sharp eyes made him look like he suddenly changed himself.

Ma Zi didn't pay attention, and said with a smile: "Although these five people look a bit strange, the gift they gave was really not light, even when Fourth Master Long was still around, no one gave such a heavy gift. "

The downcast middle-aged man said: "Oh?"

Mazi said: "Among the eight-color gifts they gave, there was a large coin made of pure gold, which weighed at least four or five catties. I have never seen someone so generous."

The downcast middle-aged man frowned and said, "Has Madam accepted the gift they gave me?"

Mazi said: "Madam originally refused to accept it, but those people sat in the living room and refused to leave. They wanted to see Madam anyway, and said that they were good friends of Fourth Master Long. Madam had no choice but to ask Young Master to come I went to accompany them in the living room."

He smiled and said: "Master, don't look at the young master's young age. He is really good at dealing with people. He is more experienced than adults in his speech. None of the guests did not praise him for being extremely smart."

The downcast middle-aged man stared at the tea in his cup and murmured: "Now that these five people are here, who else will come? Who else dares to come?"

Zhuge Gang, Gao Xingkong, Yan Shuangfei, Tang Du and Shangguan Fei were talking to a child in red in the hall where most of the furniture had been emptied.

Although these five people are all supercilious gangsters, they didn't show the slightest contempt towards this child at the moment, and they spoke very politely.

Only Shangguan Fei still sat there quietly, without saying a word, as if nothing in the world could make this indifferent young man speak.

Zhuge Gang showed a kind smile on his face again, and said: "The young master is amazingly talented and high-spirited, and his achievements in the future are bound to be limitless, but I hope that the young master will not treat us old trash like us at that time. Mo Lu, I’ll be very happy waiting here.”

The child also smiled and said: "If the junior's future achievements can be half of the seniors', he will be satisfied, but it will all depend on the support of the seniors."

Zhuge Gang clapped his palms and laughed loudly: "Young Villa Master is really good at talking, no wonder Fourth Master Long..."

His laughter stopped suddenly, and his eyes were fixed on the outside of the hall.

The pockmarked figure was already solemn again, and the person who followed him in was a man in black with a black scarf and black robe, black shoes and black socks, and a long sword with a black scabbard slung across his back.

He was tall and burly, almost twice as wide as the pockmarked man, but he didn't look bloated at all, instead he looked thin and vigorous.

He had a strange dead gray on his face, his eyebrows slanted towards his temples, his eyes stared contemptuously, arrogant, and a few wisps of beard were blowing away in the wind.

He looks proud, unrestrained, serious, and uninhibited.

Anyone who took a look at him knew that he would never be an ordinary person.

Zhuge Gang and the other five looked at each other, as if they were also inquiring about this person's background.

The child in red clothes had already walked down the stone steps, clasped his fists and said with a smile: "Your Majesty is here, the flowers are shining brightly, my junior Long Xiaoyun..."

The man in black looked him up and down and said, "Are you Long Xiaoyun's son?"

Long Xiaoyun bowed and said: "Exactly, senior must be my father's old friend, I don't know Gao's name?"

The man in black said indifferently: "You won't know my name even if you tell me."

He strode up the stone steps and entered the hall proudly.

Zhuge Gang and the other five people also stood up to greet each other, Zhuge Gang clasped his fists and said with a smile: "My servant..."

He only said two words before the man in black interrupted him and said, "I know you, but you don't need to ask about my origins."

Zhuge Gang said: "But..."

The man in black interrupted him again, and said coldly: "My reason for coming is different from yours, I just came to have a look."

Zhuge Gang smiled and said: "Since this is the case, there is nothing better. When the matter here is over, I will be grateful."

The man in black said: "I don't care about you, and you don't care about me. We don't have anything to do with each other. Why should we thank you?"

He found a chair and sat down, closing his eyes and recovering himself.

Zhuge Gang and the other five looked at each other again.

Gao Xingkong smiled and said, "I've heard for a long time that this place is the No. 1 garden in Jianghu. I wonder if the young owner can lead me to go around and have a look."

Long Xiaoyun sighed, and said: "The incompetence of the younger generation has caused the family to fall and the garden to be abandoned..."

Gao Xingkong cut his mouth straight and said: "If the mountain is not high, there will be immortals; if the water is not deep, there will be dragons. In the past ten years, there have been many famous chivalrous men, beauties and high scholars here. Even a three or five huts are already eye-opening gone."

Long Xiaoyun said: "Since that's the case, everyone please."

With a "quacking" sound, the jackdaw started up.

A group of people strolled across the path.

It was Long Xiaoyun who led the way first, and the man in black walked last, his eyes were half closed, his hands were tucked into his sleeves, and his expression seemed very sad.

Long Xiaoyun pointed to a withered plum grove in the distance, and said: "Over there is Lengxiang Xiaozhu."

Yan Shuangfei's eyes flickered, and he said, "I heard that Xiao Li Tanhua lived there in the past?"

Long Xiaoyun lowered his head and said, "Not bad."

Yan Shuangfei caressed the flying gun hidden in the long gown with his palm, and said with a sneer, "He is a flying knife, and I am a flying gun. It would be a pleasure to compete with him one day."

The man in black stood far away, and said coldly: "If you can really compete with him, it will be a strange thing."

Yan Shuangfei turned around suddenly and glared at him.
"You are indeed unworthy!" came a deep voice, and Merlin suddenly said such a sentence.

Yan Shuangfei's face changed suddenly, and he shouted: "Who is here? Hiding his head and showing his tail, don't you have the face to face people?"

"No! It's not that I'm hiding my head and showing my tail, but...you don't have eyes! Hehehe!" In the sarcasm, at some time, there was already a person standing there outside the Merlin with a smile on his face. Wearing a fox fur cloak.

Everyone showed vigilance, and Yan Shuangfei slowly uttered four words: "'God of Death' - Korean!"

Han Wen smiled slightly and said: "What killing god, I am Han Wen! Hello... Master Long Shao!"

Long Xiaoyun's small face that was still smiling instantly became very exciting. After a long time, he bowed his hands and said, "So it's Senior Han! Hello!"

The man in black suddenly asked: "I heard that he abolished your martial arts, you must have always held a grudge against him?"

Long Xiaoyun froze, glanced at Han Wen, and said with a smile: "Senior Han is my elder, the elder taught the younger generation, how dare the younger generation hold grudges, not to mention that a person who doesn't know martial arts may not be able to do great things Yes, senior, do you think so?"

He smiled so innocently, and the man in black stared at him, seemingly unable to see through the child's true face.

However, Han Wen clapped his palms and said with a smile: "I have ambition, I really have ambition! Just based on this sentence, I am worthy of being the son of Fourth Master Long."

Long Xiaoyun bowed and said, "Senior, I'm overwhelmed."

Shangguan Fei was quite afraid of the appearance of Hanwen, but they came here for other purposes, so they suddenly said: "I heard that Lin Xian'er also lived there, right?"

He did speak after all, even Long Xiaoyun seemed a little surprised, and said with an apologetic smile, "That's right."

Shangguan Fei said: "Where did she go?"

Long Xiaoyun said: "Aunt Lin disappeared suddenly one night two months ago. She didn't even take her clothes and jewelry away. No one knows where she went. Some people say that she was taken away by Ah Fei." , and some people say that she died at the hands of A Fei."

Shangguan Fei frowned, closed his mouth and never spoke again.

Looking at the plum garden, or the small building behind Hanwen, Zhuge Gang's eyes flickered, as if he was particularly interested in this small building.

Gao Xingkong had already asked: "I don't know where this is?"

Long Xiaoyun said: "This is my mother's residence."

Gao Xingkong smiled and said, "I am here to pay my respects to your Majesty. I wonder if the young master of the village would allow me to go upstairs to pay my respects."

Long Xiaoyun rolled his eyes and said with a smile: "My mother is always reluctant to see guests, so why don't you wait for the younger generation to go up and say something first?"

Gao Xingkong said: "Please."

Long Xiaoyun walked up the stairs slowly, his figure was a bit hunched, and he didn't have the lively attitude of a young man.

Gao Xingkong waited for him to go upstairs, then sneered in a low voice: "This kid is very weird, it will be really amazing when he grows up."

Tang Du smiled and said, "It's strange that a child like him can live a long life."

The smile on Zhuge Gang's face disappeared and he said in a deep voice: "Do you recognize this place clearly?"

Gao Xingkong lowered his voice and said: "I have carefully studied the letter that came last night several times. The Li family's treasure is in this small building. It is said that they have accumulated so many treasures for generations of senior officials. There is no one like him in the world.”

While he was talking, he glanced at the man in black and Han Wen from the corner of his eyes. The man in black stood there far away, lowering his head and looking at the remaining snow in the withered grass. It seemed that he did not pay attention to what they were talking about, but the old god Han Wen was standing there. Here, as if waiting for something.

Zhuge Gang's eyes sparkled, and he said: "Treasures are still trivial things, but Lao Li Tanhua's antique calligraphy and paintings and Xiao Li Tanhua's martial arts secrets are what the leader is determined to obtain. You and I must not return empty-handed today."

Gao Xingkong nodded, and Long Xiaoyun walked downstairs.

Zhuge Gang immediately showed his face and smiled, and said: "Did Master Lingtang agree?"

With surprise on his face, Long Xiaoyun shook his head and said, "My mother is not upstairs."

Zhuge Gang frowned lightly, and said, "Where did you go?"

Long Xiaoyun said: "The younger generation is also surprised, my mother seldom goes downstairs."

Zhuge Gang said: "Since that's the case, I'm sure she will come back. Let's go upstairs and wait for her."

I saw three men in yellow shirts running over quickly and said, "I'll wait for my subordinates to go up and clean up first, and then I'll ask the hall master to go upstairs."

These three people were originally standing farther than the man in black, but now they were flying towards them. Long Xiaoyun seemed to want to stop them, but he didn't dare to stop them, and finally got out of the way.

Zhuge Gang pondered, waved his hand and said, "You can go up and have a look first, but..."

He hadn't finished speaking, and the three men in yellow shirts hadn't stopped in their footsteps, when a figure suddenly jumped out of the small building, the figure was in the air, and the long whip in his hand had already been swung.

With a sound of "Hoo", the three-zhang long whip suddenly shook out in three circles, and it just happened to wrap around the necks of these three people.

The long whip was tightened, and with a sound of "grip", it was released again.

Before No. 1 even made a sound, he fell down, his head limply on one side, and his neck was severed by the long whip.

The second person let out a miserable cry, fell on his back, his tongue stuck out, his eyes protruded angrily, he gasped for a few times, and finally died.

The third person covered his throat with his hands and ran for a few steps before falling. His body kept shaking on the ground, and his throat made a series of "rattling" sounds.

He was lucky enough not to die, but it was ten times more painful than death.

The person who fled down from the small building floated to the ground at this time, with a skinny and sallow horse face with a green mark bigger than a slap, it was the "Whip God" Ximen Rou.

As soon as he swung his whip, three people fell to the ground, and even Zhuge Gang couldn't help being shocked.

Only the man in black showed disdain on his face, and said lightly: "It turns out that the whip is nothing more than that."

He raised his head and let out a long sigh, feeling even more depressed.

He seemed disappointed, but soon, he glanced at Hanwen again, with a smile and excitement in his eyes...

One must know that if Ximenrou's whip is strong enough, the three of them will die under his whip at once, but at this moment, the three people died in different order, and the way of death is different, it is obvious that Ximenrou's whip is strong enough It's not quite right yet, because the strength of the whip is not evenly distributed, and the heat is still half a point short.

Zhuge Gang's eyes lit up, and he smiled sinisterly: "Ximen Rou, you escaped by chance last night, can you still escape today?"

Ximen Rou's face was ashen, and the snake whip flew out from his palm.

The whip came without a sound, until the tip of the whip was rolled back, there was a sharp "chi" sound, it was obvious that the speed of his whip was higher than the sound.

At this moment, Zhuge Gang suddenly turned upside down, Tieguai met the long whip in the air, the whip tip rolled back, and immediately wrapped Tieguai like a poisonous snake.

Just listening to the sound of "du", the iron crutch was inserted into the ground.

Zhuge just stood upside down on the iron crutch with one foot in the sky, and suddenly his whole body spun like a top, and the iron crutch also revolved around him.

The long whip wrapped around the iron crutch became tighter and shorter, Ximen Rou's men were also pulled over involuntarily, and half of the three-foot-long snake whip was wrapped around the iron crutch in an instant.

Because Ximen Rou wields the whip with one hand, Zhuge Gang's whole body is supported on the iron crutch, so the strength of Ximen Rou's whip is definitely not as strong as the iron crutch.

His complexion turned from green to red, from red to white, and beads of sweat came out from both sides of his nose.

Zhuge Gang let out a loud shout, and his body, which was standing upside down on the iron crutches, suddenly swept out.

This move seems to be just another move of "sweeping thousands of troops", but he uses a crutch to sweep out, but uses a crutch to nail him to the ground.

Tieguai is dead, but people are alive. This trick "sweeping the army" was used by him, it has been completely reborn, it is so wonderful.

If Ximen Rouruo lets go of the whip, he can naturally avoid this move, but he is known as the "Whip God". If he lets go of the whip, he will never see anyone again.

If he didn't let go of the long whip, he would have to use his remaining left hand to catch the kick head-on, the strength in his hand is not as strong as that in his feet, if he catches the kick with this move, his gesture will definitely be kicked to pieces.

In fact, when it comes to martial arts and internal strength, Ximen Rou is by no means inferior to Zhuge Gang, but Zhuge Gang's move "sweeping thousands of troops" was specially practiced to deal with Ximen Rou.

After all, Ximen Rou is also a first-class master, and he did not panic when facing danger. With a soft chirp, his body suddenly moved, and he flew around the iron crutches non-stop.

He naturally wanted to throw out the long whip wrapped around the iron crutches, but Zhuge Gang had already figured out his move, kicked with his toes, and his body spun around like a wind flag upside down, with his toes Always staying within an inch of Ximen Rou's chest, following him like a shadow, like maggots attached to a bone.

The vividness and mystery of this move change is really incomparable.

Only the man in black sighed again, and murmured: "The diamond crutch is nothing more than that..."

One must know that if Zhuge Gang's move was properly timed and the position was right, Ximen Rou would have nowhere to dodge and fall to the ground when this kick was kicked out.

At this moment, his move is obviously a bit slow, but even so, Ximenrou is already being forced to death, and is in immediate danger.

Although he was fast, flying around the outside of the circle was not as fast as the iron crutch in the center of the circle. He saw that the long whip was getting shorter and shorter. If he didn't let go and throw the whip, he would be injured by Zhuge Gang's feet.

Tang Du's eyes flickered, and he said with a sinister smile: "When death is imminent, why bother fighting with trapped beasts again, let me help you!"

He stretched his hands and stretched out his unique long blade "Mantis Knife", only to see a flash of pale blue brilliance, and cut towards Ximen Rou's back like scissors.

But as soon as he swung his knife and jumped up, he suddenly seemed to be punched head-on by an invisible hand, and the whole person suddenly turned upside down and fell to the ground on his back.

Before he even let out a scream, his breathing stopped immediately!
Because he already had a knife stuck in his throat!

A small knife that doesn't look like anything special!

About three inches long, any blacksmith can forge it, and it is extremely ordinary.

Everyone's face changed.

(End of this chapter)