small rivers and lakes

"Ah!" Tong Ji was embroidering under the lamp, when she screamed, she fell to the ground, her face paled, and she cried loudly, "Help, what's wrong..."

Zhong Yi followed into the door, and the boudoir was lit with rich incense, covering up the faint smell of blood. He held a paper fan to block Huo Shang's big knife, and gently persuaded: "Madam Tong is also the widow of the head of the Ma family. Don't run into each other at home."

Huo Shang snorted coldly, didn't even look at Tong Ji, who was sobbing on the ground, strode forward, stretched out his hand and opened the bed, dowry, wooden box... like a gust of wind blowing through the whole room, but he didn't find a trace of the massacre .

He turned back, looked at Tong Ji with his terrifying one-eyed eyes, and said in a deep voice, "Have you ever seen a wounded man?"

Tong Ji was so frightened that she trembled all over, and trembled: "No, no... I didn't see anything!"

"Didn't see anything?" Huo Shang stared at her for half a stick of incense, then turned his eyes to her feet.

Zhong Yi bowed her head with him, and saw a drop of blood slowly dripping under Tong Ji's concubine-colored dress that was dragging the floor.

Crack...the lights exploded.

Huo Shang suddenly made an attack, striding thousands of times, and slashing down with the sharp edge of the blade.

Tong Ji's thin body leaned against the ground, graceful like a dragon, and slid away from the feet of the two of them. A thin and narrow long sword was drawn from under the embroidery bed, and the three-foot cold front pressed Huo Shang away.

Huo Shang used the Heavenly Extreme Thirteen Swords, and in the small boudoir, the wind and clouds suddenly surged like a mountain rain.

The two fought from inside to outside the room. After twenty moves, Huo Shang made a move of "Mighty Thunder", with the momentum of the wind and thunder, Tong Ji knew in her heart that she would not be able to catch the knife. The injury burst suddenly, and the movement couldn't help but slow down a bit.

With a blunt pop, the shadow of the knife flashed, blood spurted into the sky, and an arm fell to the ground.

Without saying a word, Tong Ji raised her sword and wiped it towards her neck.

With a movement of Huo Shang's finger, a money dart flicked on her wrist, and the narrow sword fell down with a bang.

He walked over, looked down at the woman with a pink face, without saying a word, lifted her up, and jumped towards the Chiyan Gate.

Zhong Yi chased after him at random, and the Chiyan Gate was already full of excitement. Most of the guests who came to celebrate their birthdays and condolences hadn't left yet. They rushed over when they heard the sound of fighting, but they saw corpses strewn all over the field, and their eyes were messed up.

When he was arguing for justice for Chi Yanmen, Huo Shang jumped into the courtyard and threw a bloody woman on the ground.

Seeing his murderous aura, people couldn't help taking a step back, and couldn't help but surround him, looking down at the woman: "Master Huo, what's going on?"

"Hahaha..." The woman lost an arm, but she looked up to the sky and laughed as if she didn't know the pain.

A person leaned forward, looked at her pale face, and said with a smile: "This little girl is quite handsome, although she is missing an arm, but..."

"Chi!" The woman gritted her teeth fiercely.

The man was so frightened that he took two steps back suddenly, he suddenly felt his face was lost, he roared angrily, and kicked his feet in the air.

The woman's thin body flew out obliquely, hit the steps heavily, spat out a mouthful of blood, laughed wildly, turned her head, and saw the body of the young master of the Chiyan Sect lying in front of the door, and the blood hole on her back had already drained Blood, a crossbow dropped beside the corpse.

She picked up the powerful crossbow, and a delicate little arrow hit the machine gun.

Everyone retreated one after another, and one of them screamed: "Golden Feather and Silver Arrow! You killed Mrs. Ma!"

"So what?" Tong Ji raised her crossbow with one hand, sat crookedly on the steps, walked slowly towards the crowd, and said with a generous smile, "Ma Feisha and his wife killed the 32 brothers of Abandoned Wind Valley, and caused my master Shaogu to die tragically. Cut down the platform, and I will kill his whole family, slaughter his whole family, and let him pay with blood!"

"You are the remnant of the Devil's Valley!" The people were shocked, but they were afraid of the powerful crossbow in her hand and did not dare to step forward.

Huo Shang turned around and asked, "Master Zhong, the Tianxia League has always maintained the orthodoxy of martial arts, how should this matter be judged?"

Before Zhong Yi could answer, suddenly a figure strode out from behind the crowd, dressed in brocade and golden crowns, dressed in fine clothes and with a sword, it was Chang Zixuan, the young master of Tomorrow Pavilion who left during the day.

Seeing this noble young master rushing over, Liu Guang Xingcai came out of the sheath, pointed at Tong Ji, and said angrily: "The monster of Mogu has committed many evils, and he deserves to be punished for his crimes!"

"Who dares to kill me?" Tong Ji yelled violently, pointing her crossbow at Chang Zixuan, sarcastically, "I don't know who it is, it turned out to be an idiot from Mingri Pavilion! I want to see, my aunt is sitting here, can you kill me?" Got me!"

"I'll kill you now!" Chang Zixuan's sword light surged, and he galloped forward.

Tong Ji shook her crossbow.

Chang Zixuan thought she was going to launch, and his nimble body flashed in the air, but Tong Ji laughed loudly: "Idiots are indeed idiots!"

With a hook of the finger, the golden feather and silver arrow pierced through the air.

Chang Zixuan's eyes widened, and he wanted to jump up again, but his stature was already old, as if it wasn't Tong Ji who shot an arrow at him, but he flew towards Tong Ji's crossbow arrow.

A line of white shadows passed by in the night, and the extremely fast crossbow suddenly changed its trajectory less than half an inch away from Chang Zixuan, and landed on the ground.

Chang Zixuan turned his head abruptly, and saw a skinny figure sitting on a stone bench with his legs outstretched in a courtyard covered with white flags, holding a small wine jar in his hand, looking up to drink leisurely as if he was out of it .

"Old man Qinggu..."

Tong Ji missed a single blow, threw off the crossbow, and slapped the ground with one hand, her body flew towards Chang Zixuan like a flying harrier, her fingers shaped like claws, she grabbed his face and went away.

"Master, be careful!"

"Kill this witch!"

"Revenge for the Mamen couple!"

People rushed forward, only to hear the sound of swords piercing into flesh, and blood splashed in the air in an instant.

Zhong Yi swung open the folding fan, covering the face of Old Man Qinggu, blocking the splashing flesh and blood.

The old man Qinggu pushed his hand away, glanced at the passionate crowd, raised his face and took a sip of wine, looked up at the melting full moon, and complained: "It's really a shame to raise a glass to invite the bright moon, so many people are facing each other. Disappointing..."

"Senior saved Chang Zixuan." Zhong Yi said affirmatively, in the chaos just now, no one noticed, but he could see clearly. The moment the crossbow arrow hit Chang Zixuan, a drop of water popped out from Qing Gu's fingertips. Changed the trajectory of crossbow bolts.

Hearing this, the old man Qinggu had a brilliant smile on his face, touched his chin and said: "Although that kid is domineering, he is also playful and cute... I love his eyes very much."

"Remind senior," Zhong Yi said with a smile, "Chang Zixuan is the same age as me."

"What!" The old man Qinggu paused, and immediately became furious, "He is so old?"

Zhong Yi looked at the bark-like old face in front of him, blinked his eyes, and cursed: Can 22 years old be called old?

The old man Qinggu put the wine jar into his arms angrily with a look of being deceived, stood up and walked out the door, muttering loudly: "I thought he was a handsome young man, but he turned out to be an old man too, it's really hateful To the extreme, this old man shouldn't have come to Jiangcheng, he didn't eat his birthday banquet, and got himself into bad luck, so he left!"

The 22-year-old man liked to catch up: "Where are you going, senior?"

"To see the bright moon."

Zhong Yi smiled and said: "The junior's Wangyou Hall has a small pavilion, with a wide view and a gentle breeze, which is suitable for the beautiful moonlight tonight. If you don't dislike it, you can climb high with me and enjoy the moon with wine. Just imagine, Outside the curtain, the stars hang down the fields, and the moon flows through the river. Wouldn't it be nice for you and me to raise our glasses to invite the moon in the pavilion, and enjoy the star river at night together?"

The old man Qinggu glanced at him like he was looking crazy, and said seriously: "This old man is disgusting."

"..." Zhong Yi instantly showed a pitiful expression.

The old man Qinggu went to the street outside the door, whistled, and suddenly there was a whistling wind from a distance.

Zhong Yi turned her head and saw a skinny motley donkey galloping from the alley, snorting and stopping in front of the two, the red velvet flower on its head was extremely charming in the night.

The old man took out a small dry carrot from his bosom, took a bite himself, and stuffed the rest into the donkey's mouth. The donkey howled twice, baring its teeth and chewing.

Qing Gu rode a donkey backwards, holding a branch with two small flowers in his hand, waved it to Zhong Yi twice, and lazily said: "Little beauty, farewell, there will be no future!"

Zhong Yi watched the old man ride the donkey away, and laughed silently.

When Jiubao found her hall master, she saw that person coming excitedly from the end of the quiet long street, with an undisguised smile all over her face.

"Hey, hall master, did you sleepwalk and marry a wife?"

"There will be no future..." Zhong Yi laughed loudly, "Hahaha he actually said that there will be no future..."

Jiubao blinked, wondering if the hall master had been poisoned?Cautiously asked: "What's wrong with the indefinite future?"

As if Zhong Yi didn't hear his question, he laughed loudly: "There will be no date... Hahaha there will be no date... How could there be no date..."

The hall master is crazy.

Jiubao pursed her lips depressedly, feeling that her fate was really hard. When meeting such a master, could this be what is often said in story books?

When Zhong Yi returned to Wangyoutang, he went into the wine cellar, took out a jar of old wine and galloped all the way to the Lookout Pavilion. He was right, Wangyoutang really had such a small pavilion.

The moon is shining and the stars are hanging down, and the night wind is blowing against the face. In the bright moonlight, the Yangtze River is like a white line, meandering away.

Zhong Yi grabbed the wine jar and poured a bowl of wine, then toasted to the air in front of her eyes: "Ten years...after the floating clouds, ten years of flowing water..."

He raised his head, poured strong wine into his throat, and shouted: "Sing wildly and drink...don't sue Li Shang!"

After finishing speaking, he leaned drunkenly on the railing, looked at the sky full of stars, looked up to the sky and laughed like crazy.

Zhong Yi was so drunk in the pavilion that he slept for three days and three nights before waking up.

Opening his eyes, his vision was still a little hazy, and he saw something red and green dangling above his head, he couldn't help but yelled, and sat up.

"Ouch!" Jiubao yelled in pain after being hit on the head suddenly, "Master, are you awake? Ouch, have you practiced Iron Head Kung Fu? It hurts me to death!"

Zhong Yi looked intently, only to realize that the red, green and green ball was actually a charming Tang makeup face with nine buds, and suddenly felt that his eyeballs had been attacked ten thousand times.

Covering his eyes, he said in a hoarse voice, "Bold Jiubao, you are so close to my hall master, are you coveting my beauty?"

"What look?" Jiubao said angrily, "I'll see if you're dead!"

"Bastard!"

Jiu Bao took out a small bamboo tube: "Since he is not dead, let's take a look at this, the urgent secret letter from Mr. Meng."

Zhong Yi woke up from a hangover and had a splitting headache. He glanced at the small bamboo tube and waved his hand: "Read it to me."

"Oh," Jiubao dutifully opened the bamboo tube, took out a small note, glanced up and down, and said in surprise, "Hallmaster Dragon of Xiuchun Hall is crazy."

Zhong Yi frowned: "Didn't he go crazy when Madam Long died?"

"Later, the remnants of the Devil's Valley were punished, and he got better again. When he returned to Guangling, he came to say goodbye to you," Jiu Bao curled his lips, "Oh, it's just that you were so drunk that you couldn't even lift yourself up, so he just gone."

Zhong Yi stretched out his limbs and stretched out on the couch, muttering unhappily: "Going crazy twice in three days, he is too fragile."

"The lord asked you to take a look."

"I'm not a doctor, so what's the use of looking?"

Jiubao threw the note on his face: "Would you like to go or not?"

Zhong Yi grabbed the note, read the fine print on it, and found out that he was ordered to go to Jinling to attend the annual White Clothes Banquet of the Non-Drunk Workshop in place of the leader who was retreating, and stopped by Guangling to see that fragile colleague.

He sighed depressedly: "Jiubao, your hall master, I am the person who fears trouble the most in this world, but I always encounter trouble. This is probably the distress of the strong."

"...Who says you are strong?"

"Am I a weak person? That's great," Zhong Yi fell ill on the bamboo couch in an instant, and said with an air of gossamer, "My hall master is too delicate and weak to go far, so let the hall master send someone to Guangling."

Jiubao went crazy: "Well, you are the strongest, you are the strongest, my good hall master, please hurry up and get on the road, in case the dragon hall master dies like the horse gate master, you should hurry up I can catch up with condolences."

"You bastard who can't spit out ivory!" Zhong Yi cursed, and reluctantly got up.

Jiangcheng is thousands of miles away from Guangling, but the horses of the Tianxia League are fat and strong, and they have rushed to the outside of Guangling City in less than three days. In the dusk, they can faintly see the city gate slowly closing.

Zhong Yi shook his horsewhip and said with a smile, "Jiubao, we can't enter the city."

After running thousands of miles for three days, Jiu Bao was so tired that she stuck out her tongue and snorted coldly: "If you hadn't chased a cowherd to molest him at noon, you wouldn't be unable to enter the city right now."

"Bold! You actually slandered the hall master!" Zhong Yi had a righteous face, "I just saw that the back of the cowherd looks like an old friend, and I just wanted to see if he changed his face."

It was getting late, and the two had to stay outside the city. A khaki wine flag fluttered in the wind in front of the dilapidated inn, and the two dismounted in front of the door.

Jiubao sneered angrily: "What old man, isn't he old man Qinggu? Be like him!"

Zhong Yi looked at him in surprise: "Jiubao, you are very angry today, let the store serve a pot of mung bean soup later, so that you can get angry."

"Humph!"

The two led the horse into the stable in the backyard, and Zhong Yi laughed softly: "The old man Qinggu has high morals and is worthy of our respect. , is not the old man Qinggu at all... Huh?"

There are several horses tied in the stables, all fat and strong, and a skinny mottled donkey is standing majestically in the middle of the group of horses, baring two front teeth and happily chewing a pile of carrots in front of it.