small rivers and lakes

Chang Zixuan looked suspiciously at the old man, his handsome face was full of undisguised doubts, and snorted: "Are you the old man Qinggu?"

The old man turned his legs and glanced at him with a smile: "Didn't I say there is candy?"

"You!" Chang Zixuan was furious, slapped his sword, and rushed forward to the old man.

Zhong Yi's face turned cold, and he dodged to block in front of the old man, with the paper fan in his palm blocking left and right, and firmly pressed down on his sword hilt, making him force you to come and I failed to draw out the sword after ten rounds.

Angry flames burst out of Chang Zixuan's eyes, and he glanced at the old man who was sitting leisurely behind Zhong Yi with his legs swaying. He couldn't help but hate him, and suddenly raised his left hand at him.

Zhong saw that he was going to cast a hidden weapon, and the paper fan opened suddenly, blocking the old man Qinggu.

Unexpectedly, Chang Zixuan just made a feint to break his suppression, and drew out the long sword with his right hand. In an instant, the mourning hall shone coldly.

Seeing that the sword was covered with meteors all over its body, and it was like a sky full of colorful colors when it was swung, people couldn't help but burst into applause, secretly envious of the luxury of Mingri Pavilion.

The old man of Qinggu scratched his messy hair with a branch, and said leisurely: "It is said that a hundred years ago, the master of the Mingri pavilion watched the stars at night, and saw the purple air shooting directly at Dou and Xuersu. Looking for it, I got a piece of meteorite on the coast of the East China Sea, sent it to the Bai family in the snow mountain, and the owner of the Bai family personally opened the furnace to cast the sword. It took ten years to come out of the furnace, and the brilliance overflowed like stars in the sky, so it was named Liuguang Xingcai, but it’s a pity..."

Before he finished speaking, everyone already understood, it's a pity that Chang Zixuan's martial arts are mediocre, and he is not worthy of such a famous sword like Liuguang Xingcai.

How could Chang Zixuan not understand the sarcasm in his words, and he became more and more ashamed and angry, unstoppable. Tomorrow's swordsmanship is magnificent, open and close, every move and style is rigorously structured, as if copied from a sword manual, but he is also dull and dull work around.

And Zhong Yi didn't even draw his sword, holding a paper fan with one hand, he was extremely clever in seeing and dismantling moves, and forcibly blocked the fierce attack of Liuguang Xingcai, so that he couldn't find a chance to sneak attack the old man Qinggu within thirty moves.

Suddenly there was an impassioned sword cry, streamers and stars were shining brightly, and a chill came from the hot mourning hall. The blade of the sword was quickly covered with six-edged frost flowers at a speed visible to the naked eye. Chang Zixuan held the formula with his left hand and the sword with his right. , swaying towards Zhong Yi imposingly like a rainbow.

Old Man Qinggu's expression changed.

Zhong Yi's long sword came out of its sheath, like three feet of ice, like nine days of wind and snow, and generously greeted him with the momentum of thousands of miles of ice.

Everyone saw two figures flashing, and a muffled groan came from their ears, and the streamer and stars fell to the ground with a bang.

Zhong Yi slowly put the sword back into its sheath, and said coldly: "Xuezhaoyunguangjue was created by Le Qishu in the past, it is better for Young Master Chang to use it sparingly."

There was a commotion among the people, and they looked at Chang Zixuan very delicately. Everyone in the world knows that Chang'an Mingri Pavilion used to be the minister of the world alliance with Jinling Fengmanlou, and the young master Chang Zixuan once played in Fengmanlou Qishu studied art for three years.

However, ten years ago in the battle of Tianque Mountain, Fengmanlou fell overnight, and Mingri Pavilion contributed the most.

Chang Zixuan was knocked off his sword by Zhong Yi, as if he had been humiliated, he stood alone in the mourning hall, his face turned blue and white, his eyes swept across Zhong Yi and the old man behind him, he flicked his sleeves, and strode away.

Zhong Yi glanced at the streamer of stars falling on the ground, and said calmly: "Jiubao, send someone to send back Young Master Chang's saber."

"Yes, Hall Master."

Zhong Yi turned around, took a look at the shivering family member of the Chi Yanmen who was kneeling in front of the spiritual tablet, said nothing, and waved his hands to let everyone disperse.

Huo Shang stayed at the end and came over and said, "Master Zhong, this matter must be resolved as soon as possible. With the reputation of Ma Feisha and his wife in the Jianghu, their sudden death may cause panic in the martial arts."

Zhong Yi said calmly: "You will only panic if you do something wrong."

Huo Shang paused, nodded: "Not bad."

As night fell, a full moon hung in the sky, and there was a faint smell of fireworks in the air.Zhong Yi sat on the porch, slowly peeling a candied chestnut.

"Yeah, Tianxiameng really lives up to its reputation. There is a small Wangyoutang, and there are thousands of jars of fine wine in the wine cellar. Hiccup...it's delicious! It's delicious! Hahahaha..."

Zhong Yi turned his head and saw a hunched figure sitting under the laurel tree, holding a wine jar and pouring it boldly. He couldn't help laughing and said: "This jar of liquor is called three cups of wine, and even the biggest drinker in the world can't drink it." Three cups, senior drinks like this, it can be called a huge amount."

"So-so!" The old man Qinggu wiped his mouth, then suddenly raised his hand and threw the wine jug towards him.

Zhong Yi raised his hand, grabbed the wine jar, and poured a few sips on his back, feeling the hot liquor burning down his throat, making one's blood boil.

He threw the wine jar back.

The old man Qinggu just reached out to catch the wine jar, he jumped up, raised his palm and pushed, the galloping wine jar spun in the air, turned around and ran away towards Zhong Yi.

Zhong Yi's clothes fluttered, causing a gust of wind to move around, and the wine jar flew under the laurel tree.

The old man Qinggu soared into the air, grabbed the mouth of the altar, and landed firmly on the ground. There was a blunt bang, and a small arrow was nailed to the laurel tree, shaking the huge crown of the tree, and raining fine osmanthus flowers from the air. .

The old man Qinggu took a sip of wine with his face up, and cursed: "You little beauty is so unkind, if it weren't for my martial arts skills, I would have died under your back arrow right now."

Zhong Yi sat under the corridor, leaning against the railing and said with a smile: "Please take a look at that arrow in the dark, senior."

"Don't look, presbyopia."

"..." Zhong Yi laughed loudly, flew over, pulled out the small arrow from the tree trunk, and sent it to the old man Qinggu, "This hidden arrow is terrible. A hero who is as resolute as Mrs. Ma will die here. Senior is afraid Not afraid?"

"The old man has done nothing wrong, what is there to be afraid of?"

Zhong Yi shook the small arrow twice, the delicate shaft exuded a chill under the bright moonlight, he chuckled and said: "Following Feng Manlou's collapse overnight, the golden feather and silver arrows have disappeared for ten years, and now they have reappeared , the meaning behind it is very thought-provoking, I heard that Feng Manlou died tragically back then."

"No matter how miserable it is, can it be worse than the Devil's Valley?" The old man Qinggu sneered, took a big drink from the wine jar, and said unhappily: "Take this thing away quickly, Madam Ma's ghost is on it, and I'm not afraid to come looking for it in the middle of the night you."

"You can't even find me," Zhong Yi stared at his face, "Will you find senior?"

"Fart!" The old man Qinggu yelled, stared impatiently, and said loudly, "The old man is just holding back at the bird place in Qinggu, and he wants to come to Chiyanmen to ask for a glass of wedding wine. Seeing two corpses, the old man is getting old, so I should be very taboo!"

"Okay, okay, I have wronged senior, there are still a few jars of good old wine in the wine cellar, how about giving them to senior to make amends?"

When it came to the fine wine, the old man Qinggu smiled again, touched his chin, and sighed with regret: "Although the fine wine is good, if there is no beautiful woman to accompany it, it will also let down the good moonlight tonight..."

Zhong Yi approached the past: "Senior, what do you think of Zhong's beauty?"

The old man Qinggu raised his chin, looked at it for a moment under the mottled moonlight under the osmanthus tree, and praised: "Sword eyebrows and star eyes, handsome and flawless... Alas, it's a pity..."

"Ok?"

The old man Qinggu shook his head and said: "It's a pity that beauty is beauty, too old, it's really disappointing."

Zhong Yi smiled, and slowly approached him, staring at his exceptionally bright eyes under the moonlight, with deep eyes.

The old man Qinggu finished sighing, turned his face and found that he was only an inch closer to him, and suddenly turned pale with shock: "Why are you so close to the old man?"

"I suddenly discovered that senior's eyes are as bright as stars, watery and clear, like autumn water..."

The old man Qinggu took a breath and was furious: "The old man is 60 years old! Are you a pervert?"

"Hahaha..." Just as Zhong Yi was about to speak, he suddenly paused, turned to the southwest and took a deep breath, his face suddenly became serious, "Did you smell it, senior?"

"The old man is not a dog's nose!"

"Blood smell," Zhong Yi said softly, pulling the old man Qinggu up, "Let's go."

Wangyou Hall is located in the northeast of Jiangcheng. The two jumped onto the roof, smelling bloody smell faintly in the southwest wind, subconsciously performed superior lightness kung fu, and galloped away all the way.

Landing at a corner of the eaves, Zhong Yi's figure stopped abruptly. Under the eaves was the Chiyan Gate covered with white flags, and saw a thin figure holding a long sword, killing melons and vegetables like cutting melons and vegetables.

The disciples of the Chiyan Sect resisted desperately, but they were as fearless as ants under the sword of that man.

"Where the monster dares to play wild in Chiyanmen?" Suddenly there was a loud shout in the air, and a figure swung a knife and jumped into the courtyard.

It was Huo Shang, the leader of Tianji Village.

He was dressed in black, and his steps were nimble and nimble, so fast that he could hardly see clearly in the dark night, but the big knife in his hand was glowing with a cold light, the majestic momentum was like ten thousand horses galloping, and the knife was as fast as the wind, unstoppable!

The slaughterer raised his sword to meet him, his sword intent was sharp and his movements were treacherous.

The two of them fought with each other with one sword and one sword, and they couldn't distinguish between ten moves in a row.

Huo Shangdao was like a rainbow, and his moves were pressing, while the slaughterer's long sword was thin and narrow, like a frightening bird. The two fought dozens of moves, and the battle was in full swing. The Lord rushed out of the room, holding a powerful crossbow, and shouted: "The remnants of the Devil's Valley, pay back my parents' lives!"

There was only a sound of breaking wind, and several hidden weapons were shot out.

The slaughterer was furious, swiped his sword and knocked down the hidden weapon, suddenly turned around in the air, and the thin sword pierced straight through.

The young sect master screamed, turned around and ran away, with a snort, blood gushed out, the young sect master lowered his head and saw a thin narrow sword stabbing out from his chest.

The slaughterer killed the young sect master with a single sword, but he also exposed his flaws. Huo Shang let out a roar and swung his knife to slash at him. Blood splattered all over the place. The back of the slaughterer's clothes were shattered, revealing his snow-white back, which was dazzlingly white under the moonlight. .

"Huo Da is good at swordsmanship!" Zhong Yi yelled and jumped out of the courtyard, "I'll help you!"

The two joined hands to attack, the butcher was wounded in his back, barely resisted a few blows, couldn't help but retreated, stabbed Huo Shang's face with a sword, Zhong Yi opened the paper fan in front of Huo Shang's face.

Seeing that the butcher missed a single hit, he immediately turned around and jumped out of the courtyard.

Huo Shang's eyes flickered, and then he looked intently, and found that he had escaped from the attack range.

"Chasing!" Zhong Yi gave a low shout, and then chased after her.

The massacre was extremely quick, and his thin figure leaped across the roofs, as ethereal as a wisp of fireworks.

But he was injured on his back, and gradually he was about to be overtaken by the two of them, when he turned around suddenly and raised his hand, a small arrow shot towards him, Huo Shang knocked down the small arrow with a single knife, and shouted angrily: "Small tricks!"

The massacre suddenly jumped off the roof and disappeared into a courtyard.

Zhong Yi and Huo Shang chased after them, and found that it was a small courtyard with a very charming layout, different from the tall halls and mansions of Chiyanmen, the scenery here is beautiful, with a cluster of green and thin bamboos in the corner, small bridges in the courtyard, flowing water, and iron bells at the corners of the eaves ding ding.

A flickering candle was burning in a room in the northeast corner.

Huo Shang raised his knife and walked over slowly.

A woman's soft voice sounded in the room: "Who is outside?"

"Tianji Village, Huo Shang," Huo Shang asked in a deep voice, "Who are you?"

"Master Huo really likes to joke," the woman giggled, "You are in my house, who am I?"

Zhong Yi felt that the voice was slightly familiar, and suddenly said, "You are Mrs. Tong."

"Haha, I'm just the No.17 concubine of the head of the sect, how dare I be called my wife?" Tong Ji snorted coquettishly, "I'm not afraid that the tigress in charge will eat me?"

Huo Shang glanced at Zhong Yi, as if he didn't want to get involved in the jealousy in the boudoir, so he clasped his fists outside the window and said in a low voice: "I was being rude and disturbed Madam Tong, so I leave."

Zhong Yi said leisurely: "Nowadays the Chiyan Sect is not peaceful, Mrs. Tong should be careful, and Zhong will also leave."

Huo Shang was about to stride away, but suddenly stopped, Zhong Yi followed his gaze, and saw a line of dark red blood under the corridor, which disappeared in front of Tong Ji's door at the end.

"This……"

Huo Shang turned around quickly, raised the knife and slammed open the door, the big knife slashed in like a strong wind.