small rivers and lakes

It was already noon after walking out of the abandoned wind valley. Outside the valley, the sun was shining brightly and the grass was luxuriant, but inside the valley was smoky and grassy and windy. The old man in Qinggu turned his head and squinted his eyes to look at the decaying valley. Go to the city.

The scorching sun made people dizzy, and the old man Qinggu took his favorite paper fan and fanned it irritably. .

A hand stretched out from the side, holding a green grass ring in it.

The old man Qinggu looked at him in surprise.

Clutching a handful of dogtail grass in his hand, Zhong Yi raised his eyebrows proudly: "Senior, put on some shade, it's better than nothing."

The old man Qinggu accepted the grass ring reluctantly, hesitated again and again, and finally put it on wrinkling his nose.

"how do you feel?"

The old man Qinggu felt very good.

The grass is so tender that it can get water, just wearing it on the head makes people feel cool, but the color is a little rough.

However, as soon as he was old, he didn't care about any color, so he yawned lazily, took a piece of dog's tail grass from the grass ring, put it in his mouth, and nodded: "Shang Ke."

Zhong Yi laughed happily, made one up himself, put it on his head, and walked forward shaking his head.

Looking at the grass fluttering in the wind above his head, the old man Qinggu rubbed his chin, wondering whether this unlucky boy is free and easy, or is he giving up on himself?

The two rushed back to the Chiyan Sect, Madam Ma's body had already been packed, and the Chiyan Sect mourned even more. The sun was scorching, but the entire sect was shrouded in haze.

Zhong Yi walked into the mourning hall. The hall was full of white flags and there was no wind. A young man in sackcloth and filial piety was kneeling alone in front of the mourning hall. He took a glance and recognized Ma Feisha's only son.

"Master Zhong," a young man standing on the left shouted loudly, "This matter is no small matter, we must investigate to the end!"

Zhong Yi glanced at him and recognized Chang Zixuan, the Young Pavilion Master of Tomorrow Pavilion.

Others echoed: "Yes! Find out to the end!"

"Revenge for Chi Yanmen!"

"revenge!"

"Find out the murderer!"

The crowd in the mourning hall was excited for a while, and there was endless shouting and cursing.

Zhong Yi stood in front of the spirit, slowly burned three sticks of incense, turned around, and faced the crowd: "Everyone, since the Chiyan Sect joined the Tianxia League, they have made great contributions to the stability of the martial arts for many years, and have always been regarded as a thorn in the side by the remnants of the Demon Valley... ..."

"Magic Valley?" Everyone was shocked.

A man with a scar on his left eye said in a deep voice: "Mogu has been destroyed for ten years, Master Zhong, are you sure that the murders of Master Ma and his wife are all caused by Mogu?"

Zhong Yi said lightly: "At first I didn't want to believe it, until I saw the dead body of the Mamen master."

Chang Zixuan anxiously asked: "What happened to the corpse of the Mamen master?"

"The head is in a different place," Zhong Yi said with a blank expression, his gaze coldly swept over everyone present, and said softly, "The flesh and blood are separated, cut into pieces, and the fragrance of the dry bones remains."

His voice was very soft, but it sounded like thunder in the ears of everyone in the mourning hall. Everyone showed expressions of disbelief, especially the older ones, whose faces turned ashen for a moment, as if recalling some extremely painful memories .

For a while, the mourning hall was so silent that only the sound of burning paper money was heard.

"He's back..." Someone murmured softly, echoing like a death knell in the silent mourning hall.

"What are you afraid of?" a man said loudly, "No matter how arrogant the Devil Valley is, wouldn't it have been attacked by the whole world ten years ago? I didn't participate, but if I was there," he slapped his saber sharply, "we must Kill him with joy!"

"Hahaha that's right!" The other person laughed boldly, "Back then, I carried the ancestral Overlord Saber and killed from outside the valley to the valley, and then from the valley to the outside of the valley, three times back and forth, Killed like a knife! Blood flowed like a river! Dogs and chickens will not be spared!"

"Hero Wang should set an example for the heroes of the world..."

"Hahaha... ashamed, ashamed..."

The rhetoric was endless, and the haze in people's hearts dissipated. When the crowd was excited, a mocking voice rang out from behind the crowd: "Hehe, don't let the chicken and the dog stay... If the chicken and the dog don't stay behind, how can there be the devil who is making waves today?" Valley remnants?"

Everyone turned their heads and saw the man with the scar on his left eye: "What does Master Huo mean by that?"

The person who spoke was Huo Shang, the head of Tianji Village, who stood proudly outside the crowd, his eagle-like sharp eyes glanced coldly, and said mockingly: "Everyone is full of enthusiasm and fighting spirit, how many people are there?" Did you come out of the magic valley?"

A questioning calmed down the excited voice, and the few people who were talking and laughing loudly shut their mouths in shame, and an old man gave a low hoarse wry smile: "That's right, how many people who walked out of the Devil's Valley back then could not do it?" nightmare?"

Chang Zixuan said stubbornly: "I don't believe it! As the saying goes, the evil does not overpower the righteous, and the Devil's Valley is just a few monsters. Is it so scary?"

Huo Shang glanced over, and said coldly: "How is Huo's martial arts?"

Chang Zixuan's eyes were full of admiration: "Thirteen knives at the extreme of the sky, the extremes of the sky, the mountains and the rivers kill together!"

Huo Shang lowered his head to look at his saber, and there was a little tenderness in the eyes of the iron man. He raised his hand and gently stroked the saber, and said in a low voice: "Back then, Huo had fought against the devil, and he left this scar after only meeting each other." He pointed to his left eye, "And I didn't even see the shadow of the devil clearly."

"So fast……"

"If the lord hadn't arrived in time that day, Huo would have turned into a pile of dead bones by now."

"Leader... yes! We still have a leader!" Chang Zixuan shouted, "The leader's Ziwei swordsmanship has already reached its pinnacle. If he is a big or small devil, he will be killed by the sword immediately!"

"But the leader's old injury has not healed for ten years, and in recent years, he has been retreating frequently..."

Mentioning the injury of the leader of the Tianxia League, people suddenly fell into uneasiness. Zhong Yi watched them whispering in groups of threes and twos with an indifferent expression. The corners of his lips curled into a faint smile.

"Oh, it's really puzzling for you to be so cautious," said a leisurely and inappropriate voice out of panic.

People looked up and saw a sloppy old man next to Zhong Yi. In the hall of mourning, everyone was standing except for the motionless young man kneeling in front of the coffin. Only this old man sat with his legs stretched out In a grand master's chair, skinny calves were exposed from the broken trouser legs, still shaking very annoyingly.

The old man held a piece of dog's tail grass in his mouth, and said with a flat face: "The Devil's Valley has been destroyed for ten years, how many culprits can there be? Even if I want to take revenge, I won't find you little bastards. The king is the one who catches the thief first." Have you heard the truth? If the old man is a remnant of the Devil Valley, he will definitely be the first to go to Luoyang and kill the leader!"

Chang Zixuan said: "The leader's martial arts are so powerful that he can shake the heavens and the earth, how can he kill him?"

"If you can't kill it, kill the inferior ones," the old man spat out the dog's tail grass, and said bluntly, "Five people in the world! Three villages and six halls! Which sects did the most work in eliminating demons during the lunar eclipse?"

Zhong Yi said indifferently: "That day, the head of the League took the lead. Tomorrow Pavilion, Chiyanmen, Kuangfeng faction, Fengmanlou... all shined brilliantly. By the way, Guangling Xiuchuntang is the one who contributes the most internally to the head of the League. It is said that the Dragon Hall Master and the Horse Sect Master combined swords and swords to capture the little devil..."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly heard the sound of a sword being unsheathed in the mourning hall, followed by blood spurting out into the sky, Zhong Yi shut his mouth abruptly, looked up, and saw a strong man with five short stature in the crowd drawing his sword and slashing towards him people.

People were shocked: "Master Long, are you crazy?"

He was really crazy, holding a knife in both hands, with a face full of panic, slashing left and right frantically, with a hoarse scream from his throat.

Zhong Yi flew in front of him, dodging the ring-back knife he had chopped off, the paper fan slipped from his sleeve, twirled in the palm of his hand, and hit the man's forehead heavily.

The ring-back knife fell, and the crazy strong man rolled his eyes and fell straight down.

"Oh, you beat him to death, didn't you?" Qinggu old man glanced at his paper fan and said in surprise, "I didn't expect that the little beauty is not only good-looking, but also very good at kung fu!"

"Thank you senior for your compliment," Zhong Yi nodded slightly.

"He just fainted." Chang Zixuan squatted down, raised his hand to try under his nose, turned to look at Zhong Yi, "Why did Master Long suddenly go crazy?"

"Probably death is imminent." A leisurely voice said.

Chang Zixuan raised his eyes abruptly, looked at the speaker, and found that it was the slovenly old man again, and said displeasedly: "Dare to ask what is the background of this senior? I'm afraid he has bad intentions to make alarmist remarks!"

The old man shook his head: "The old man has only been reclusive for a few decades, and there are so many blind people in the martial arts world. It's really worrying. He looks smart and beautiful. It turns out that there is only a handsome skin full of straw?"

"You!" Chang Zixuan was furious, slapped his sword, and shouted, "Hide your head and show your tail, speak wild words, do you dare to compete with me?"

The old man chuckled: "I really want to, but I'm afraid I'll lose your father's face."

"go to hell!"

There was a groan, and a flash of sword light flashed in front of everyone's eyes. As a result, the sword hadn't been fully unsheathed, but Zhong Yi's clothes flickered, and Chang Zixuan's sword fell back into the scabbard with a click.

The young master of the Pavilion of Tomorrow has always been admired by all the stars, when did he suffer such humiliation, he immediately became furious: "Master Zhong, what does this mean?"

Zhong Yi glanced at him, turned to look at the old man, and asked with concern: "Is senior surprised?"

"..." The old man stared at him like he was watching a psychopath.

There was a gleam in Zhong Yi's eyes, and he said to Chang Zixuan: "The old man Qing Gu has lived in seclusion for many years, and now that he has just entered the world, his behavior will inevitably be weird. Young Master Chang still needs to be careful in his words and deeds."

Old man Qinggu?

There was a commotion among the people, all showing incredulous expressions, their eyes lingered on the old man for a long time, and then turned to Zhong Yi, each and every one of them was full of: Did you recognize the wrong person?How could this guy be that legendary person from outside Fang? ? ?