small rivers and lakes

Long Yunteng's martial arts are very high, and everyone in the world agrees. However, the two most well-known things about him have nothing to do with martial arts. One is that he put his father under house arrest, the former Haitian Liancheng known as the old dragon king. The second is that he has been running around for ten years, trying to reverse the case for Le Wuyou.

"This man is a lunatic!" Chang Fengjun said fiercely, "In name, he supports the Tianxia League, but he opposes the League in every way. He is just relying on the family background of Haitian Liancheng. Brother, why don't we take advantage of him in Luoyang and attack him... ..."

"You're right, he's just relying on Haitian Liancheng's family background."

In the gloomy study room, the lights were flickering. An Guangxia sat behind the desk, his face sinking like water, slowly rubbing two iron gallbladders in his hands, and said in a deep voice: "However, let us not underestimate it. A single dragon king and eight horses is a tricky one." Very, second brother, you know this point better than me."

When mentioning the Eight Horses of the Dragon King, a trace of resentment suddenly slipped across Chang Fengjun's face, he clenched his hands tightly, and with a click, the precious rosewood handrail was crushed into powder.

He gritted his teeth and said: "The one who intercepted and killed A Wan in the Flower God Temple... was the Dragon King Ba Jun... One dead body and two lives... Long Ling, that bitch!"

An Guangsha persuaded him gently: "25 years have passed, second brother, you and Mrs. Long respect each other as guests now, it is not appropriate to make trouble again, let's forget about Awan."

"I can't forget..." The resentment on Chang Fengjun's face disappeared, and was replaced by an indelible sadness, and he muttered, "There are thousands of women in the world, fierce as dragons, and cunning as joyful." , debauched like witch hazel, but there is no one else who can be as gentle and virtuous as A Wan."

"Except Wushan is not a cloud." An Guangsha sighed and fell silent.

The night was getting darker, and only this study room in the deep courtyard was still lit with a lamp. A night owl flew up from the cold branches outside the window, making a mournful cry.

After a long time, Chang Fengjun pulled out his thoughts from the sadness, and looked up at the righteous brother opposite: "What is Long Yunteng's plan to keep Su Yuhen in his own courtyard?"

An Guangxia snorted coldly: "I just want to find out some clues from the past, so as to rehabilitate Feng Manlou."

"hateful!"

"He is determined to go his own way, so we can't say anything. Fortunately, he has agreed to cooperate with President Meng and use Su Yuhen as bait to catch Le Wuyou."

Chang Fengjun frowned: "With the brotherhood between him and Le Wuyou, after catching Le Wuyou, what should I do if I turn back?"

"He will definitely fight against the enemy," An Guangxia smiled lightly, "However, Luoyang is still the place of the League President."

At the same time, Le Wuyou and the other three had quietly sneaked into Luoyang City, first went straight to a clothing store, stole a men's clothing and replaced it with a pomegranate skirt, Zhong Yi transformed himself from an ugly girl to a gentleman, shaking his hands gracefully. The folding fan turned around in front of the bronze mirror, quite satisfied with his beauty.

Let a silver coin be thrown on the counter of the store, and the three of them flew to the roof.

The night was like water, and the row upon row of high-rise Guangxuan in Luoyang City fell into sleep. The three of them used their superior lightness kung fu, flew along the roof, and stopped outside a quiet courtyard.

"This is the other courtyard of Haitian City," Jiubao said in a low voice, "Last night, after Long Yunteng captured Su Yuhen, he was imprisoned here."

Le Wuyou asked: "Have you been here before? Do you know if there is a dungeon?"

Jiu Bao shook his head, glanced at Zhong Yi, and said, "Wangyoutang has nothing to do with Haitian Liancheng, because elder brother has a mysterious hostile attitude towards Long Yunteng..."

The sound stopped abruptly.

Zhong Yi withdrew his acupuncture finger, dug his ears, and said impatiently: "This seat is the most annoying and long-winded in my life."

Le Wuyou: "..."

The other courtyard of Haitian Liancheng is called Canglangzhuang. In the night, it seems to be no different from many courtyards in Luoyang City. A red lantern is walking along the slender flower corridor.

The person carrying the lamp was a scribe in green shirt, with handsome features, he smiled before he spoke, it was Mr. Wei, he said with a smile: "I heard that Su Yuhen's martial arts are superb, the Lord can capture him within a hundred moves, it shows that Cang Hai Jue is also advanced gone."

"He has injuries." Long Yunteng said.

Mr. Wei said: "He killed more than [-] people in the League. If he can survive without injury, it would be too much against the sky."

The two walked to the entrance of the dungeon. Mr. Wei handed over the wind lamp to the guard at the door, lit the lamp post, and the suddenly lit oil lamp illuminated the dark cell. A skinny man was tied to a torture rack with his head hanging down. , The black hair like a waterfall blocked the face.

After the guard opened the door, he retreated with Mr. Wei, and Long Yunteng walked into the cell with his hands behind his back.

Hearing the voice, the man slowly raised his head and looked at Long Yunteng. His face was so beautiful, even in the dark cell, he was still as glamorous as a jade under the moon.

However, this face was so beautiful that it was very aggressive. He raised the corners of his eyes and squinted at Long Yunteng, with a hint of sarcasm hanging from the corner of his lips, without saying a word.

Long Yunteng stood in front of him with his hands behind his back, and said in a deep voice: "Ten years ago, why did Wuyou fall into the devil's way, and was he bewitched by you?"

Su Yuhen didn't answer, just looked at him lazily and smiled.

"Ten years ago, why did Wuyou fall into the evil way?" Long Yunteng asked again.

Su Yuhen still didn't answer.

Long Yunteng's face became gloomy, he took down a punishment whip from the wall, and said lightly: "I have no grievances or enmities with you, and the only person I care about is Wuyou, if you cooperate, you will be able to suffer less flesh and blood. "

"What if I don't cooperate?" Su Yu said with a bitter smile, "Young man, have you ever heard that there is a kind of person in the world, the more painful, the more excited?"

Long Yunteng frowned suddenly.

Su Yuhen continued: "I heard that you have been running for Le Wuyou for ten years...haha...do you like him?"

"I regard Wuyou as my own brother," Long Yunteng said frankly, "There is no feeling beyond that of a brother."

"It's a pity, it's a pity." Su Yuhen shook his head.

"What a pity?"

"It's a pity that you don't like him," Su Yuhen said regretfully, "otherwise I can arrest him and threaten you to be my son."

Long Yunteng reprimanded coldly: "It's a bunch of nonsense!"

Su Yuhen was ridiculously thin, his eyes were as bright as stars, staring at his face scorchingly: "You really look like my poor son who killed a thousand knives..."

Pa... There was a crisp sound, the black whip shadow flashed, Su Yuhen's leisurely voice stopped abruptly, and heavy panting sounded in the empty cell.

The torture whip shredded the cloth, revealing a thin body. A shocking bloodstain lay across the pale chest, oozing dark blood, and quickly wet the thin cloth.

Holding the whip, Long Yunteng looked at the man on the rack expressionlessly: "Did you bewitch Le Wuyou back then when he took refuge in the Devil's Valley?"

The color of Su Yuhen's face faded quickly, but he grinned evilly with his dry lips: "Want to know the truth?"

Long Yunteng looked at him coldly.

Seeing that Su Yuhen's face was pale, but he smiled like a spring flower, and said softly: "As long as you become my son, I will tell you the truth."

Long Yunteng took a step forward, raised his hand, and lifted his chin with the handle of the whip, his eyes were indifferent: "Aren't you afraid of pain?"

"It's because you are too weak." Su Yuhen sneered.

"Why do you insist on letting me be your son?" Long Yunteng asked suddenly.

Su Yuhen looked at him lazily: "Although I hate Haitian Liancheng, I like you very much."

"What grievances do you have with Haitian Liancheng?"

The indifference on Su Yuhen's face was wiped away, and he looked at the void with cold eyes. He didn't know what he thought of, and murmured: "I wish I could slaughter the city..."

Long Yunteng frowned, and just about to speak, his eyes tightened suddenly, and the figure in black was like a gust of wind, rushing to the door of the cell in an instant, and shouted: "Where is the guest, come late at night, what can I tell you?"

Mr. Wei was waiting outside the door, and he was surprised when he heard the words: "Is there an assassin?"

Long Yunteng hummed, and looked up at the tall locust tree outside the dungeon: "My friend, hiding your head and showing your tail is not what a hero does."

"When did I say I was a hero?" A leisurely voice came from the huge canopy of the locust tree.

Long Yunteng's breathing suddenly became rapid, and he cried out in surprise: "Worriless?"