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In the past few years, the rivers and lakes were full of turmoil and disputes. Occasionally, newcomers appeared, who became famous in the rivers and lakes, or fell into the battle.

Four-browed Lu Xiaofeng became famous, and Sikong Zhaoxing, Huamanlou and others were not far behind. Wanmei Villa Ximen Chuuxue was as famous as Ye Gucheng, the lord of Baiyun City, and was recognized as the world's top swordsman.And there is one person among them who is also widely known by people all over the world, and that person is the Pavilion Master of the Seven Star Pavilion.

There are rumors in the rivers and lakes that this man can see the head but not the tail, only that he hides his true face with a silver mask, is dressed in white clothes like a fairy, and holds a snow dancing sword. There are only people he doesn't want to kill in the world, and there is no one he can't kill.Some people even preached that his swordsmanship has entered the fairyland, and he can even take the enemy's head with the sword thousands of miles away.

These affairs of the rivers and lakes may be used as a topic of conversation for ordinary people after dinner and tea, but it is the court that can really affect the lives of the people.

Although the current court is not as turbulent as the rivers and lakes, it seems to be calm, but there are also dark tides, some people stand on high places, and some people fall into the dust.

A few years ago, the great general Yue Liantian, who was the head of the generals of the imperial court, was convicted and imprisoned.The prime minister, Yan Qian, and his party members controlled the government, and there was a hidden tendency to coerce the emperor to order the princes.Nan Wang's lineage won the support of the new general Yang Le, and fought against the prime minister.King Taiping kept a low profile and ignored the affairs of the court.

Regardless of the dangers in the rivers and lakes, not to mention the undercurrents in the court, the isolated island in the vast sea thousands of miles away is a scene of life.

The waves beat against the rocks, and the sea breeze blew a little fishy and salty. Gong Jiu stood on the beach, facing the sunrise on the sea, waving the blue spear in his hand.

The morning sun is shining, the cold light is shining, every move is strange and inexplicable, sometimes it is as fast as thunder, and sometimes it is as slow as a breeze, just like his person, it is erratic and unpredictable.

"Your sword technique seems to be very successful." The white-bearded old man jumped off the rock and landed on the opposite side of the sword-dancing young man, praising with a gratified expression.

Gong Jiu retracted his sword and stood proudly between the sea of ​​sand, his stern eyes shot at the old man, and he took a step forward towards the old man, with a wicked charm on his lips: "Do you miss Jiu'er, little uncle?"

Hearing this, the old man's face darkened, he swept back a few feet, and then waved his hand, throwing out a small piece of silk satin.

The frivolous thing was thrown out, unwavering in the sea breeze, and came straight towards Gong Jiu.

Gong Jiu reached out to pick it up, took the piece of silk and unfolded it to check the contents, the list of murders.

"The boat at sunrise tomorrow." The old man's voice came with the wind, and he disappeared.

Gong Jiu looked at the place where the old man disappeared, a flash of light flashed in his eyes, he threw away the three-foot green sword in his hand, put the secret document recording this mission into his arms, and jumped into the sea.

The deeper you dive into the sea, the dimmer the light becomes. When Gong Jiu's feet finally landed on a rock on the seabed, it was as dark as night.

On the rock wall directly opposite to the rock, there was a crack that could allow one person to pass through. Gong Jiu leaned sideways, walked in close to the crack, and soon came to the cave flooded by sea water.

The cave was so dark that you couldn't see your fingers, but Gong Jiu didn't hesitate as if he could see things in the dark, walking along the winding cave passages to the depths.

After swimming for a while, the water gradually became shallower, and finally the wet ground was exposed.I walked in it for an unknown amount of time, and finally saw a ray of light, and a small secret room appeared in front of me.

Gong Jiu pressed the mechanism on the stone wall to open the secret room, stepped in, and there was already a man in black inside.Seeing Gong Jiu coming in, he hurried forward, knelt down on one knee, held up a book with both hands, buried his head, and said very respectfully: "An Shiyi sees the landlord."

Gong Jiu picked up the book casually, flipped through it casually, and waved his hand lightly: "I won't come here in the future. If there is anything, I will contact you."

The man in black responded in a low voice, got up and walked backwards with a half-arched body, leaving through a secret door.

Browse through the information in your hand, and then destroy it.

This secret building dedicated to collecting information, even Wu Ming didn't know its existence, was a trump card in his hand, and it was also his arm to secretly control the situation in the world.

After a short rest, Gong Jiu went back the same way again, went ashore and went straight back to his room on the island, facing Wu Ming's suspicious eyes, he also pretended not to know, and prepared to set off back to land tomorrow.

After tidying up, Gong Jiu went out of the room, came to another chic and elegant courtyard, and drifted into the inner room without sound.

The woman in the room was sitting by the window, looking up at the crescent moon in the night sky. The moonlight fell on her fair cheeks, as if they were coated with a layer of silver light, making her beautiful face even more sacred.

Gong Jiu looked at the woman obsessively, until the woman realized that he was coming and turned around, she stepped forward and stretched out her hands to hug her, but she withdrew her hands in response to the woman's indifferent reaction.

"What are you doing here?" The woman said coldly, with a coldness of keeping strangers away.

Gong Jiu lowered his hands, hid them in his sleeves and held them tightly, with an obsessive expression still on his face: "I'm going back to land tomorrow, tonight... just to see you."

"Going to kill again?" The woman sneered, with questioning words and affirmative tone.

"Murder." Gong Jiu replied without any hesitation.

"Well, take care then, I'm going to rest." The woman said indifferently and issued an order to evict the guest.

When Gong Jiu heard the woman's words to take care, there was a trace of joy on his face, and he nodded: "Then you have a good rest." When he walked out of the room, he closed the door lightly, tapped his feet, and walked away in an instant.

The shade of the trees swept back, and the moonlight swayed.

A black shadow in the bushes at the side suddenly rushed in front of him, blocking the way forward, and the silver whiskers fluttered under the moonlight.

"What's the matter?" Gong Jiu stopped, raised his eyebrows and looked at Wu Ming who blocked his way, and asked calmly.

"I have something to do." Wu Ming nodded, stroking his white beard, putting on an old-fashioned look, his words were full of doubts: "Do you like Shaman?"

"She thinks so." Gong Jiu raised his eyebrows and said with a smile, with deep meaning hidden in his words.

"She knows about you?" Wu Ming frowned, pondered for a moment, and then asked.

"Whether it's true or not." Gong Jiu finished speaking vaguely, flicked Wu Ming's forehead with his finger, and then lifted his foot lightly. In an instant, he was more than ten feet away, and his figure disappeared into the night, leaving Wu Ming alone with his hands covered by the flick. The red forehead was disheveled in the wind.

Returning to the bedroom, he opened the secret compartment next to the bed, and inside was a neatly folded white coat with a white jade nameplate on it.Gong Jiu took out the jade tablet and the white clothes, and gently wiped the smooth surface of the card with his fingertips, his stern eyes unconsciously brought a touch of softness.

Ximen Chuuxue.Thin lips spit out a name silently, a blush appeared on her pale face, and her eyes gradually blurred...

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