small rivers and lakes

Ma Feisha, the leader of the Chiyan sect, was unrivaled in the world with his Chiyan sword, but he was found dead in the early morning of his [-]th birthday..., and he died in a disgraceful manner.

"He died in the boudoir of the concubine in Room No. 17." Jiubao's voice was excited, and those who didn't know it thought that the head of the Mamen was not dead but born.

Zhong Yi held the fan and beat his palm twice, thought for a long time, then raised his head and said, "I want to have Jiuniang Yuanxiao for breakfast."

"What?" Jiu Bao yelled, "Master, Master Mamen is dead!"

Zhong Yi said sadly: "Long song should cry."

Jiubao stared at him for a long time, with a look of resentment: "Master, the master of the Mamen is a giant in the martial arts. Don't you feel any emotion?"

"Of course there is."

"What feeling?"

Zhong Yi said seriously: "You can't marry a concubine."

Jiubao choked suddenly: "You..."

"Make Jiuniang Yuanxiao, and a plate of chestnut cake."

After dismissing this fake girl who disturbed people's dreams, Zhong Yi sat cross-legged on the bed, practiced meditation, and when she opened her eyes again, it was already daylight.

Slowly expelling the turbid air in his chest, Zhong Yi straightened his clothes, walked out of the bedroom with a spring breeze, and the sweetness of Jiuniang Lantern Festival rushed to his face.

Jiu Bao was dressed as a girl in red and willow green, and she stood in front of the table, her face full of "Hurry up and praise me!"

Zhong Yi laughed out loud, praised generously, sat down at the table, took a deep breath, the overflowing aroma of wine and the sweetness of chestnuts made him feel refreshed, and he just picked up the spoon to strike.

"Hall Master," a figure appeared outside the door, "people from the Chiyan Sect are here."

"See you!"

"People have arrived at the Hanging Flower Gate."

"Stop, stop!"

"The subordinates can't stop it."

"Ridiculous!" Zhong Yi said angrily, "Didn't you see that the hall master is eating breakfast?"

"Is Hallmaster Zhong's breakfast more important, or the safety of more than [-] people in my Chiyan Sect?" A vigorous female voice sounded.

Zhong Yi raised his head suddenly, and saw an old woman who was full of filial piety, walking like the wind, and in a blink of an eye, she had arrived at the door, and as soon as she met her face, she jumped up suddenly, and a flaming fish-head knife slashed straight at her.

This woman is as strong as a tiger. If she is hit by a knife, she will be cut in half immediately.

Zhong Yi sat still, waited for the fish head knife to strike in front of him, held the rice spoon in his hand, and calmly moved, only heard a crisp sound, and blocked the steel knife with the porcelain spoon.

Looking up at the old woman, he said with a smile, "Mrs. Ma, you must have missed breakfast for being so angry early in the morning?"

"You!" The old woman stared fiercely into his eyes with scarlet eyes, only feeling a steady stream of internal force coming from the porcelain spoon, which made her arms go numb, so she withdrew the knife angrily, lifted her dress, and sat down on him. Opposite him, he said angrily, "My husband has been on the saddle of the Tianxia League for many years, and he was one of the five men. Now he died in the middle of the night, and the Tianxia League just ignores him. It will chill the hearts of other ministers."

"Madam Ma's words are wrong," Zhong Yi said kindly, "I have heard a little gossip, so I think this matter... outsiders probably...should...not be very suitable to intervene."

The old woman was furious: "What do you mean?"

Zhong Yi glanced left and right, leaned forward, opened the paper fan with a bang, hid it next to the faces of the two, and whispered: "I heard that Master Ma Sect is very lucky..."

The old woman drew out her knife sharply: "Don't talk nonsense, boy!"

"...Maybe it's all short stories and long stories." Zhong Yi changed his words in a polite manner.

Flames burst out from the old woman's old eyes, she took out a piece of cloth from her sleeve, threw it on the table, and said coldly: "Hall Master Zhong doesn't need to argue with me, let's see this first and then talk."

Zhong Yi took the piece of fabric, felt it was very soft when touched by her fingertips, unfolded it suspiciously, and found it was a phoenix-tailed paper, with a line of small characters written on the exquisite phoenix-patterned silk.

——Green clothes, green clothes and yellow clothes.The heart is worried, and Hewei will die!

He looked at the old woman in confusion: "Madam Ma, what does this mean?"

"It was found in the hands of the deceased husband."

Zhong Yi frowned, looked at Feng Wei Jian over and over again, but didn't speak again.

The old woman said hoarsely: "My husband has fought and killed for many years, and he has made countless enemies. He is the most hated by evil spirits. Master Zhong, this matter is by no means a simple murder case. I also ask the Tianxia League to find out the truth and report this for my Chi Yanmen." Big vendetta."

Zhong Yi rolled his eyes, 1 people didn't want to pay attention to this matter, but he was still no match for the sadness in the old woman's eyes. He sighed secretly, stood up, and clasped his fists: "Madam, please rest assured."

"Thank you." The old woman cupped her fists in return, turned around, and flew out like a hurricane.

Zhong Yi looked at the direction in which she disappeared thoughtfully, for a while, lowered his head, held the bowl, muttered, "My hall master's breakfast is cold", filled a spoonful of glutinous rice balls and put them into his mouth: "Pfft... Nine buds!"

"How is it, hall master?" Jiu Bao rushed over, his eyes widened, "How does it taste?"

Zhong Yi pushed away his heavily made-up face, and shouted: "You are not allowed to enter the kitchen again in your life! Otherwise, I will break your dog legs! Grandpa's!"

Jiubao suddenly wilted.

Depressedly, Zhong Yi stuffed a chestnut cake into his mouth, and walked out.

"Hey," Jiubao asked, "Master, where are you going?"

"Where else can I go?" Zhong Yi was furious, "Of course it's the unlucky Chiyanmen!"

When they arrived at the Chiyan Sect, the two of them discovered that the Chiyan Sect at this time was so unlucky that it could be described as a disaster?It was originally the [-]th birthday of the head of the sect, and invitations were sent out three months in advance, and heroes from all over the world were invited to celebrate the birthday. Unexpectedly, before the happy event, it would turn into a funeral, which is really unlucky .

The weather was hot and the corpse was perishable, so it had to be temporarily stored in the underground wine cellar.As soon as Zhong Yi entered, he could smell the strong smell of alcohol, with a trace of strange fragrance in it: "Light the incense?"

Madam Ma said indifferently, "I'm afraid of the smell."

Zhong Yi nodded, and asked if he had already reported to the official to ask for an autopsy.

Madam Ma had no expression on her face, and said indifferently: "The grievances and grievances of the Jianghu are not something that can be easily judged by the author."

Zhong Yi glanced at her suspiciously, but now that the world is in turmoil and rituals are broken, it is also a fact that the government really does not want to intervene in the grievances and grievances of the Jianghu.

The two Chi Yan sect disciples in this room had already pushed the coffin away, and suddenly there was a pungent smell of blood in the air.

Jiubao covered her nose.

Zhong Yi walked to the side of the coffin, glanced over, took a breath, and turned to look at Mrs. Ma: "This..."

Mrs. Ma clenched the fish head knife on the back of her waist tightly, her old eyes burst out with strong hatred, and she said word by word: "A thousand cuts."

"Who did this murder?"

Mrs. Ma proudly said: "My husband is in charge of the Chiyan Sect, the Demon Execution Valley, and the Demon Extinguishing Tower. With a Chiyan sword, he will kill all evil spirits and heretics. Naturally, there will be several enemies."

Zhong Yi signaled the disciples of the Chi Yan Sect to close the coffin, turned around and walked out of the wine cellar. A beautiful woman was standing at the door. When she saw him coming out, she suddenly exclaimed: "Why do you look so ugly?"

Jiubao heard the words and looked over, and found that her master's face was livid, and it was indeed not very good-looking.

Zhong Yi waved her hands in embarrassment: "I'm dizzy with blood."

Jiubao: "..."

Madam Ma then walked out, raised her eyes and saw the beautiful woman, her face darkened: "Why are you here?"

The beautiful woman wept: "I will take another look at the sect master..."

Zhong Yi asked Jiu Bao suspiciously: "Who is this little lady?"

"It's the No. 17 concubine newly married by Master Mamen," Jiu Bao lowered his voice, "My name is Tong Ji. She was originally the number one player in Guanglefang. A piece of music, this number."

Zhong Yi glanced at Jiu Bao's hand gesture, and said in surprise: "It's really disrespectful."

Madam Ma's face suddenly turned cold.

Tong Ji took out her silk handkerchief to wipe her tears, and cried sadly: "The sect master's death is so tragic, he was hacked into pieces, what kind of hatred is this..." She cried for a while, from the silk Pa Hou revealed a watery eye, "I heard that the little devil ten years ago was a thousand dollars..."

"Shut up!" Madam Ma snapped, "Go back to your room..."

Suddenly, a loud donkey howl outside the door interrupted her scolding, and everyone looked up, only to hear a burst of laughter: "Congratulations to Master Ma! Congratulations to Master Ma! May Master Ma be as blessed as the East Sea Sea, and live like a pine tree , Every year has today, every year has today! Ahahaha..."

Everyone was quiet, only this old but energetic voice echoed in the courtyard for a long time.

"Probably a knight-errant who came to celebrate his birthday," Zhong Yi said, "Let the concierge dismiss him."

As soon as the words fell, the old man yelled in surprise: "What? The master of the Mamen is dead? How can I solve the old man's lunch?"

Zhong Yi raised his legs and walked out: "This person has deep internal strength, I don't know who he is..."

Deep inner strength?Jiu Bao hurriedly saluted and bid farewell to Mrs. Ma, turned around and followed, and whispered, "You just want to see where the foodie is?"

"How is it possible?" Zhong Yi snorted, "This person cared about his own lunch first when he heard the news of Master Mamen's death. It can be seen that he is a selfish and ruthless person, and this hall master is so virtuous, how could he feel pity for him?"

Jiu Bao stared: "When did I say that I cherish each other?"

Zhong Yi: "Huh? Didn't you say it?"

The two rushed to the door and saw a skinny donkey. An old man who was thinner than the donkey sat upside down. His clothes were ragged and his sandals were so shabby that his toes were exposed, but he tied a red flower on the donkey's forehead. Velvet flowers.

"In order to catch up with the birthday banquet, the old man traveled thousands of miles a day and [-] nights, and killed ten horses all the way. He didn't eat for three days and three nights. Now you say the birthday banquet is cancelled?" The branch of the little flower was roaring angrily at the porter.

The concierge is on duty in a big sect like Chiyanmen, and he has always had sharp eyesight. One look at the old man's outfit and he will know that this guy is just here for food, and he ran to death ten horses, and he doesn't even look at your seat. Baoju that is about to fall apart!

Zhong Yi followed his line of sight to look at the donkey, and found that the animal squinted its eyes, hung its tongue crookedly, and swayed joyfully on its back with the old man on its back. look.

"Hero," the porter said bluntly, "you keep saying that you are here to attend the birthday banquet, what about the invitation card? If there is no invitation card, at least there should be a birthday gift?"

"You actually despise the old man?" The old man was furious, he lifted the branch in his hand forward, and said loudly, "There is nothing in the south of the Yangtze River, let me give you a sprig of spring."

The porter scoffed: "Stop messing around, today is the fifteenth day of the seventh lunar month, what's one branch of spring? One branch of autumn is more or less the same!"

"Haha," the old man laughed loudly, "I'm so ignorant and ignorant that I don't know that my green valley is like spring all the year round!"

Green Valley?

Zhong Yi suddenly stepped forward and said in a loud voice, "I don't know that the old man Qinggu is coming, so I'm not far away to welcome you!"

The old man turned around: "Who are you?"

"Junior Master Zhong Yi of Wangyou Hall of the Tianxia League," Zhong Yi clasped his fists in salute, raised his head, and exchanged a glance with the old man, his heart skipping half a beat. He saw that the old man was down and out with an old face, but his eyes were like scissors. Like stars.