small rivers and lakes

The golden feather and silver arrows are one foot and three inches long, only half of ordinary arrows, and are shot with special bowstrings. Because of their short size, they are extremely fast. The body of the arrow is covered with silver powder. keepsake.

Back then, when Le Qishu and Chai Jingchen first came out of the rivers and lakes, they sailed up the Yangtze River upstream, and even picked up the 72 piers of the Zhenjiang River, leaving a golden feather and silver arrow between the eyebrows of every leader. Megatron Jianghu, fame rose.

Now Le and Chai have both been killed in battle, but the golden feather and silver arrow have reappeared...

Chang Feng stood up handsomely, looked outside the door, and shouted sharply: "The archer is not far away! Kill him!"

The hall suddenly became tense, and several disciples took the order to go, flew out of the door, scattered in all directions, and started searching.

However, there was a clear ringing of hoof bells, and people's hearts trembled. Looking outside the door, they saw two green mules pulling a large cart on the wide gravel road in Shushizhuang, walking slowly in the thin snow. come over.

I don’t know what was installed in the car. It was covered with a layer of rain cloth, and a girl with an umbrella sat on the top, babbling and singing a little song: “The yellow rooster is crawling on the wall and screaming. I can’t sleep because I think about my brother. Scratch There was a gust of wind and a burst of rain, I don't know where my man is..."

One person said: "That seems to be Zhongyi's maid Jiubao!"

Anji stared, and saw the girl in green clothes and yellow clothes from a distance, with a leisurely expression, he couldn't help frowning, and muttered: "Why is she here to join in the fun... What is this singing, vulgar!"

"This girl is not kind," a follower whispered, "Zhong Yi is now wearing a pair of trousers with Le Wuyou, sending out such a yellow-haired girl, I don't know what she intends to do, so I have to be careful."

Anji saw that the mule cart was heavy. Although he couldn't figure out what was in it, he keenly sensed a hint of danger, and nodded: "I know."

The entourage said again: "However, the leader of the alliance is sitting here, and there are masters of martial arts such as the master of Chang Pavilion and the master of Dingzhuang. Forgive that the witch can't get out of the sky."

Anji blurted out: "She is not a witch."

"What?" The follower looked at him in surprise.

Anji frowned, and changed the topic irritably: "It's nothing, since she's here, Zhong Yi must be nearby, this bastard must be holding back some bad tricks..."

In a blink of an eye, Jiubao had already driven the mule cart to the crowd, sat cross-legged on the roof of the cart, looked at the crowd waiting in line, raised his chin, and laughed: "Why are you nervous? Today is a good day for Ding Zhuang , I’ll bring you a gift and a word.”

Ding Gange: "What gift?"

"Ding Zhuang is too stingy for claiming to ask for a congratulatory gift," Jiubao laughed, "I think you'd better be obedient first."

"This witch is too arrogant!" A burly man wearing the uniform of a disciple of Shushizhuang stood up and said angrily, "Master, let the apprentice come and teach this ignorant woman a lesson first!"

Jiubao dug his ears: "Whose dog is barking? It's really annoying!"

"You!" The big man was furious, took a step forward, jumped, his burly body fell on the roof of the car, and there was a loud bang, the sound was dull and hollow, as if the high bump on the car was hollow.

Jiu Bao sat still on the car, playing with a lock of black hair with her fingers, raised her head and smiled and said, "Oh, look at this clumsy man, he stepped on your master's gift, see if he doesn't spank your ass?"

"Stop talking nonsense, take the move!" The big man shouted, stretched out his fists, and rushed over vigorously.

Jiubao leaned back, raised his foot, and kicked his fist quickly and hard. The gorgeous Yunjinxiu shoes touched his fist, and he flew up into the air with the help of the floral paper umbrella, whirling in the air , flung out a leg swiftly, and slammed it on his head fiercely.

A mouthful of hot blood spurted out, the big man shook twice and fell off the car.

"Junior brother!" Several Shushizhuang disciples surrounded him screaming, put their hands under his nose to try, and looked at Ding Gange, "Master! Junior brother fainted!"

Ding Gange's face was clouded, and he said in a deep voice, "Jiubao, are you here to make trouble?"

"Of course not, I'm here to give gifts and talk." Jiubao jumped out of the car, his voice changed, and he was no different from Le Wuyou. This heroic spirit has not yet rested, you just want to settle both grievances, and treat me as your grandpa, I am dead? I don’t think you need a gold basin to wash your hands and a silver basin to wash your feet. I will give you a big gift and go underground to apologize to the heroic spirits.”

After speaking, he stretched out his hand and pulled it, and the rain cloth on the car was torn off with a splash, and thin snow particles flew instantly.

The crowd exclaimed.

I saw a coffin on the mule cart, the black paint was shiny, and there was a huge white word "Dian" on the head, which was eerie and frightening.

"It's really deceiving!" Chang Fengjun yelled sharply, and the long sword came out of its sheath, and stabbed straight at Jiubao, "I'll cut off your mad maid sacrificial sword first!"

He has superb martial arts skills and superb swordsmanship, and the famous sword Hua Ting Fei Jing stabbed him face-to-face with a fierce murderous aura.

As soon as Jiu Bao saw the light of his sword, he knew that the situation was unstoppable, so he made a counter move with a paper umbrella.

With a slight crisp sound, the paper umbrella broke in two.

Jiubao twisted her waist, and jumped up to the top of the coffin like a nimble rabbit. Taking advantage of the momentum, she drew out the two swords on her back, and turned around to block the falling sword.

Ding... The swords hit each other, and dazzling sparks burst out.

Chang Fengjun was able to do a job with ease, he retracted his sword and pulled a sword flower, and stabbed him in the face again.

Jiubao gritted her teeth and held it.

Suddenly, a series of hearty laughter sounded not far away: "It's really a dog's age to compete with the little maidservant as the master of the pavilion. Raise it up?"

Chang Fengjun turned his face to look, and saw Zhong Yi riding a black horse with snow-white hooves slowly coming after seeing the thin snow. Three feet behind him was a skinny donkey, and a man was wearing a battered hat. Sitting lazily on the back of the donkey, his thin body swayed to and fro as the donkey swayed.

Zhong Yi turned around and said with a smile, "Ayou, why is your beauty walking so slowly today?"

Le Wuyou's leisurely voice came: "Perhaps I ate too little breakfast and walked too far, so I have no energy."

"It ate three baskets of horse grass and ten carrots in one meal, and it lost its strength so quickly." Zhong Yi frowned, "How can we survive if we can eat like this?"

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, just let him eat two mouthfuls of old miscellaneous human flesh, and his strength will be restored in an instant."

"Oh?" Zhong Yi asked with great interest, "Master Ding's flesh has such magical powers. Could it be that he is a monster?"

Le Wuyou snorted coldly: "He drank so much blood and ate so many lives, how can he still be an ordinary person? He has already become a demon."

"So much blood and so many lives were not caused by him alone. We have to be clear about the blame and the debtor."

"If the culprit is An Guangsha, then Ding Gange is a dog in his hands, an old and hardy dog ​​with a wicked mind."

"Ayou," Zhong Yiyu said earnestly, "how can you insult a dog like this?"

The two of them taunted Ding Gange severely in a few words, until the old man's face turned red, he raised his breath suddenly, and wanted to jump forward.

A hand suddenly stood in front of him.

An Guangxia said: "Master Ding is careful."

"Leader, please don't stop me!" Ding Gange was furious, "These two children are directly attacking the past, so I think they won't let it go. It's better for me to strike first and talk about it later!"

An Guangsha lowered his voice: "Why is Master Ding so impulsive? Today is full of guests, and there are many martial arts masters. Why do you need Master Ding to take the lead?"

Ding Gange suddenly realized, and glanced around the crowd, and sure enough, he saw many strong fighters in the martial arts world, and he couldn't help admiring An Guangsha even more.

Just now, he was ridiculed by those two arrogant children, which made him forget for a moment why he washed his hands in a golden basin. There are so many masters in this room, and there are only three opponents. Sit firmly in the tent of the Chinese army, wait until today is passed safely, and tomorrow the grievances and enmities of the world will be wiped out. No matter whether it is full of wind or Heluo Mountain Villa, no one can come to trouble themselves again.

However, he forgot that if he wants to drive martial arts people to use him as a shield, he must first get the consent of Le Wuyou and Zhong Yi.

In a blink of an eye, the two people were in front of them, and Le Wuyou, who was sitting leisurely on the donkey's back, turned around quickly, with a dry grass in the corner of his mouth, and said with an evil smile: "Old bastard, grandpa is here to save you!" Already!"

After speaking, he jumped up, and the short sword in his sleeve jumped out. He held the sword in his right hand, and squeezed a sword with his left hand. He heard a high-pitched sword cry, and the light of the juvenile phoenix sword rose sharply, and the six-edged frost flower was visible to the naked eye. The speed quickly covered the blade.

"Xue Zhao Yun Guang Jue!" Someone nearby exclaimed, "Look, even the snowflakes have become bigger!"

The cold sword aura urges the surrounding temperature to drop suddenly, and the light snow turns into heavy snow, fluttering like willow catkins, and falling down rustlingly.

Le Wuyou was in the snowstorm, holding a dagger, and struck with a murderous aura.

"Stop him!" An Guangsha waved his hand.

Dozens of disciples rushed forward, armed with sharp weapons, trying to block his way.

Zhong Yi suddenly flew over from the horse, a sword light flashed like water, and three feet of water jumped out of his palm. He held the long sword, flew in front of Le Wuyou, and swept it away.

The sword energy was like a tide, surging and surging, as if rolling up a stormy sea, it knocked everyone flying away.

With the road ahead swept away, Le Wuyou raised his eyes and faced Ding Gange, with a sneer on his lips, and said softly, "Surrender to death."

"I won't die!" Ding Gange stretched out his fists and brought up Sosekizhuang's most famous Cangxiong Fist. With his back arched and muscles all over his body puffed up, he rushed up fiercely like a tiger descending a mountain.

Between the lightning and the flint, there was a flash of sword light, and two streams of hot blood rushed to the sky.

The crowd was in an uproar.

Ding Gange's footsteps stopped abruptly, his arms were still in the state of attacking, but his two fists were cut off at the same wrist, and blood gushed out, which was shocking.

Holding a dagger in his hand, Le Wuyou smiled in a low voice: "Old Miscellaneous Mao, when you proposed a surprise attack on Tianque Mountain, did you ever think that you would have this day?"