small rivers and lakes

The two of them finished their breakfast at a small stall, then walked towards the north bank of the Luohe River, passing a towering high platform, Zhong Yi suddenly raised his finger: "That's the Zhanning platform, in order to force Su Yuhen to show up, it was here His son Su Mengxing was killed here."

Le Wuyou looked at the broken white silk flying around on the high platform, but didn't make a sound. He recognized this place, Luoyang's platform, where countless evil and sycophants died here for hundreds of years, and the blood stains that could not be washed away were painful. Showing the evil deeds of a thief calms the resentment of the victim, and secondly deters the world so that they will never dare to commit crimes again.

Zhong Yi said: "When the surprise attack was full of wind, if you were handed over, there must be a trace of your blood left on the platform."

"But now I'm still alive," Le Wuyou said indifferently, "but the two lives of Fengmanlou 170 are gone."

They didn't go to the stage of beheading, but they still died in the shadow of swords and swords. Their bones were buried in Tianque Mountain, and their swords were sealed in the Longmen Jiange. The world they guard despises and spurns.

With the tall buildings of Tianxiameng close in front of him, Zhong Yi grabbed Le Wuyou's sleeve: "Let's go."

Le Wuyou took out a human skin mask and put it on, and walked in with Zhong Yi.

The Tianxiameng has lasted for 400 years, covering [-] miles, with dry clouds covering the sun, standing majestically. Once you step into the gate, you will suddenly feel enlightened. The layout of the alliance is sparse and open, and you can see martial arts practitioners everywhere Walk like the wind.

There were bursts of applause from the left, and the two followed the voices, and saw two thirteen or fourteen-year-old boys competing vigorously on the broad martial arts stage.

The young man in white silver armor on the left is holding a long spear. He should be the son of the Yan clan of Jimen. The young man on the right is dressed in dark blue brocade clothes and has a gorgeous sword. He is a disciple of Ming Ri Pavilion at first glance.

The two of them exchanged more than [-] strokes with their swords and guns, and suddenly the crowd of onlookers burst into amazement, and saw the boy in silver armor shoot the boy in blue's saber, and the point of the spear hit his throat.

The boy laughed boldly: "You lose!"

The other boy refused to admit defeat and shouted loudly: "No, no, let's compete again!"

"Come here, this time I will convince you!"

The sun shone brightly on the shining guns and swords, and the two teenagers who had not yet completed their skeletons refused to give in to each other, fighting inseparably.

From time to time, the spectators under the martial arts stage let out bursts of exclamation.

Le Wuyou stood in the crowd, looking up at the bright smiles of the teenagers, he couldn't help but feel dazed.

That year was also such a sunny autumn day. The 15-year-old Le Wuyou had just comprehended the Art of Snow Shining Clouds and Light. He was young and frivolous. Insolently provocatively said: "Fengmanlou Le Wuyou joins in, within ten moves, I will defeat you by the Zhihuang sword!"

The 13-year-old Chang Zixuan, who has already obtained the stars, pointed his sword at the tip of his nose and raised his head proudly: "Morrow Pavilion Chang Zixuan, today I will teach you how to wield a sword!"

The young man was full of spirit and spirit, his clothes were fluttering, and his sword was shining. The two fought each other for more than [-] moves. Le Wuyou suddenly made a formula with his left hand and a sword with his right, and stabbed forward like a lightning bolt. A thin layer of frost quickly covered the short sword, and Senhan's sword energy rushed straight to Chang Zixuan's throat.

Chang Zixuan panicked, dodging the sword energy hastily, staggered and fell on the martial arts stage.

Le Wuyou rushed forward, made a slashing motion, clicked as far as it could go, and then turned back with an undisguised smug look on his face, and laughed loudly: "You lost!"

"You..." Chang Zixuan jumped up stubbornly, "No, no, no, I'm not convinced, let's compare again!"

"Compare! I'll still beat you again!"

"Humph!"

The two were not convinced by each other, from the morning glow like silk to the bright clouds, Le Wuyou picked up the streamer and stars with a sword, raised his foot to step on his knee, leaned over, and laughed frivolously: "You lost again, take it!" Dissatisfied?"

"Dissatisfied!"

"Come on, come again," Le Wuyou provoked, "Brother must beat you to your heart's content today!"

"Are you convinced?" A youthful voice sounded from the side.

Le Wuyou quickly came back to his senses, looked up at the martial arts stage, and saw the boy in silver armor knocked the boy in blue down to the ground again, pressed the gun on his chest, lowered his head and asked with a smile: "Quickly tell me!" , have you taken it?"

"Don't accept!" The boy in blue stubbornly raised his head, "If you don't accept it, you won't accept it!"

"It's really alive..." Le Wuyou sighed, turned to look at Zhong Yi, caught a glimpse of impolite eyes from the corner of his eye, couldn't help but froze for a moment, and looked up.

I saw Chang Zixuan standing outside the crowd, looking at him intently.

The sun shone on his dark blue cloud brocade cloak, and the golden light was as bright as clouds, making the faces of the people surrounded by the cloak look like beautiful jade and majestic.

"What did you see?" Zhong Yi followed his line of sight, and suddenly cursed, "It's really unlucky, let's go, we won't watch it."

Le Wuyou was pulled by his sleeves, turned around and left, thinking in his heart: I'm obviously wearing a human skin mask to change my appearance, why does it feel like he still recognizes me?

"He doesn't have as keen an intuition as I do," Zhong Yi said unhappily, "It's just because you stood with me that made him doubt in his heart."

Le Wuyou looked at him in surprise.

Zhong Yi smiled triumphantly: "Are you surprised that I know what you're thinking?"

Le Wuyou said honestly: "Not bad."

"Because you are my Ayou, and I am your Ajue." Zhong Yi scratched the bridge of his nose, thinking: Look at your affectionate face, blind people can't see that you are thinking about Chang Zixuan Well, hum!

The two basked in the sun by the pond and fed the carp for a while, when a young disciple came over: "Master Zhong, the leader has an order, please come to Longyuan Hall at Sishi."

"Understood," Zhong Yi nodded, "Please let me know."

Le Wuyou squatted on a stone by the pond, stretched out his hand in the water, teased a koi that swam over, and said casually, "I heard that An Guangsha has been closed frequently in the past ten years?"

"His Ziwei swordsmanship has reached a bottleneck, and he has been unable to enter a new realm." Zhong Yi leaned on the railing beside the bridge, looked at him leisurely, and mocked softly, "But in my opinion, he should be Something went wrong in his practice, and there is a faint sign of madness, if it is not a problem with his swordsmanship, it is because he has a devil's debt in his heart."

"I have seen Ziwei's swordsmanship before, and it is indeed a very high-level martial art," Le Wuyou murmured, "Is it a demon... He has been famous all his life, and he has been in the world, what kind of debt can he have?"

It was late autumn at this time, and the morning sun was still dazzling. Zhong Yi flew into the pond, and her elegant white clothes flashed among the withered lotus leaves in the pond. With a grass stalk on her toes, she turned around in the air and flew back to the shore. There was an extra large lotus leaf in his hand, which covered Le Wuyou's head.

The dazzling sun was immediately blocked, and Le Wuyou couldn't help laughing: "Thank you."

Zhong Yi fell beside him, raised his eyes to look at the majestic tall buildings of the Tianxiameng, and continued the topic just now: "You are not An Guangsha, how would you know that he has some kind of magic debt, maybe it's because of a discord with his wife, so anxious I got angry, I lost my temper if I didn't pay attention."

"Accumulate some virtue with your mouth," Le Wuyou scolded with a smile, "The leader's wife is the second lady of Mingri Pavilion, you will provoke two sects with your mouth, and then the Tianxiameng and Mingri Pavilion will hunt you down together, let's see if you still dare to talk nonsense gibberish no."

"Hey, I'm serious," Zhong Yi squatted next to him, with a standard look of three aunts and six wives, and said in a very curious tone, "I am the leader of the Tianxia League, and there are still one or two eyeliners in the League. I heard that Mrs. Chang has been living alone in the medicine garden for many years and does not have sex with An Guangsha."

"..." Le Wuyou looked at him in surprise, thinking: Why do you try to find out about these secret things?In the past, there was Long Yunteng who did not marry for many years, and later there was An Guangsha, who was at odds with his husband and wife, and the master Zhong of Wangyoutang. It seems that your journey in the world is different from others...

Seeing him stunned, Zhong Yi got even more excited, glanced around, and lowered her voice: "I also know from Tomorrow Pavilion, the relationship between the parents of your acquaintance doesn't seem to be very good."

"...Nonsense again."

"I have a reliable source of information," Zhong Yi said solemnly, "The wife of Chang Pavilion Master is the eldest daughter of the old Dragon King of Haitian Liancheng, and the elder sister of Long Yunteng, right? Oh, these famous families are really connected and close We share weal and woe, An Guangsha married Chang Fengjun's sister, and Chang Fengjun married Long Yunteng's elder sister. In my opinion, Long Yunteng had to marry An Guangsha's sister in order not to suffer. Unfortunately, An Guangsha I am lonely and have no sisters. If your elder brother Long must marry, then he can only marry Young Master Anji'an, but this will make him a generation shorter. Oh, it really will be a disadvantage, unless... "

"..." Le Wuyou was stunned.

Zhong Yi said triumphantly: "Unless he marries An Guangsha's old lady..."

"Are you crazy!" Le Wuyou kicked him into the pond, turned and left, thinking what a mess this is!

Zhong Yi laughed loudly, the moment he fell into the water, he twisted his waist suddenly, his elegant figure galloped out thirty feet close to the surface of the water, then a kite turned over, flew back without a piece of water, and followed behind Le Wuyou , chattered endlessly: "Everything I said is true. I heard that Mrs. Long was very reluctant to marry into Mingri Pavilion back then. After getting along for many years, she hated Chang Pavilion Master, and even hated the house and black. She didn't even want to get close to her own son. Well, you see Chang Zixuan's character is so bad, how do you know it's not because his parents didn't raise him?"

Le Wuyou covered her ears in pain, feeling as if there was a group of flies around her, flying around non-stop.

Walking to the door of Longyuan Hall, Le Wuyou stopped, let Zhong Yi walk in front, and followed behind him pretending to be a bodyguard.

The disciples at the door bowed their hands and saluted: "Welcome Hall Master Zhong!"

"Hello!" Zhong Yi nodded with a smile, took out the folding fan from his sleeve, opened it with a bang, the paper fan shook slightly, and walked in the door imposingly.