Happy Jianghu

Shenglan Mountain is located in the south of the Yangtze River, where the life is rich, the traffic is busy, and there are many people in the city.

Two days later, it coincided with the Dragon King's birthday, and the street was filled with cries of hawkers. Various small stalls stretched all the way from the street, and when you looked up, you couldn't see the end.

There are many fortune-telling stalls at the corners of the cross streets. Where there are people, there are superstitions. Besides, the current emperor is a person who believes in Fengshui, thus advocating the feudal superstition among the people. Burning incense and worshiping Buddha can be seen everywhere.

The consequences of relying too much on gods and Buddhas will be unrealistic. I would rather pray to gods and Buddhas for blessings than to work hard on my own. The reason why the dynasty is so corrupt is probably due to the wind of gods and Buddhas.

In the city's luxurious and comfortable life, every night there are singing and dancing everywhere, and the most luxurious singing and dancing building is Honghe Tower.

dong... dong... dong...

At this time, the majestic drum sound was heard from the Honghe Tower, resounding through the sky one by one.Sometimes the sound of the drum is low and gloomy, and sometimes it is high-pitched and shocking. Listening to it will make people involuntarily tense up.

Looking up, the drum array on the attic is lined up in a figure-eight shape, and there is a drummer beating in front of each elevated drum. The drummers are all wearing masks, so they can't see their faces clearly.

In front of the drum formation, there is a dancer wearing a white floral dress, the sleeves are embroidered with golden silk thread, and a gauze dress with wings of the fire phoenix is ​​worn on the outside, a white silk scarf is wrapped around the ears on both sides, and the light gauze half covers the face. Only those clear and deep eyes were exposed, misty and misty, especially beautiful and mysterious.

The onlookers dreamed of being in a fairyland, and their minds had already been poured into the dancers.

The dancer holds a crimson soft sword and dances to the sound of the drums. The soft sword complements the graceful dancing posture. The dancing posture is not as weak as that of ordinary women. Her sword dance is both rigid and soft. ... hum... the sound, the rhythm is regular with the drumbeat, and the gestures of hands and feet affect people's hearts.

The audience applauded again and again.

Under the tulle, the dancer's delicate face can be vaguely seen, and the pair of clear eyes sometimes flash a icy coldness, the eyes are like lightning, sharp and energetic.

Boom...boom...boom...boom...

Suddenly, the rhythm changed, and the sound of the drum became more and more intense, deafening, as if it was about to shatter the hearts of those present.

tick tick...

A large sedan chair for eight people appeared in the distance of the attic. Judging by the pace of the bearers, they were all people with solid foundation, and they were obviously coming for the Rainbow Crane Tower.The closer the sedan chair was, the louder the sound of the drums, the thunder was about to pierce the eardrums, and the surrounding atmosphere instantly became dark.

Before this, there was a fight between two major gangs in the city. The Tiger Head Gang was banned by the Qingluan Gang, and Baihua Villa's secret support was indispensable. Ji, the streets and alleys are flying like chickens and dogs, and the noisy streets are suddenly dead.

The only dancer on the attic remained unchanged and focused on dancing the sword in her hand. Obviously, she used the sword in her hand to direct the rhythm of the drums. The scarlet sword pierced the sky for the last time. Turning around with a left-handed step, with a buzzing sound, the tip of the sword pointed directly at the sedan chair driving ahead, the coldness in her eyes revealed a hint of murderous aura, her demeanor was completely different from before.

The sound of the drum stopped suddenly, and at the same time as the dancer turned around, she threw off the gauze robe with the wings of the fire phoenix, and with a clang sound, she drew another sword from the side of the drum at such a fast speed that it only blinked an eye.

The silver light of the sword is dazzling, the sword lines are clear, shining brightly under the moonlight.

Holding a silver sword in his hand, the dancer performed lightness kung fu under his feet, and with a chill all over his body, he stabbed straight towards the sedan chair.

The bearers had already placed the sedan chair, and drew their weapons from their waists to fight directly with the dancers, but their eyes were dazzled by several silver lights, and the weapons in their hands were completely used as shields. , the weapon in his hand was quickly shaken out of his hand, and he fell to the ground with a bang bang. The bearers wailed and screamed, and fell down with their legs hugged. Blood continued to overflow from their knees, and their expressions were extremely distorted and painful.

The dancer flipped over gracefully, landed lightly in front of the sedan chair, flattened her body and retracted her sword. She twisted her left wrist, and with a creaking sound, a small arrow drove the coiled steel wire and shot straight into the sedan chair.

With a clear sound of ding, the person in the sedan chair finally made a move. A white jade-like jade hand stretched out slightly from the tent, but it was just like that. He easily held the arrow firmly, and the other jade hand caught it and opened the tent. Unhurriedly, he landed on the ground with graceful steps, pinched his fingertips hard, and the deep internal force smashed even the arrow, and even the steel wire it carried was broken.

The crowd hiding all around exclaimed, eight miles outside the city is Shenglan Mountain, Baihua Villa is known to everyone in the city, there have never been many rumors about it in the world, especially the enchanting Lord of Dragons, his appearance, clothes , weapons, are all well-known to everyone, and now seeing it with their own eyes, the men are salivating, and the women are jealous.

The eyes of the peach blossoms that were originally swaying in the water were filled with cold air. An Zhifei was dressed in a flaming red dress, which was like a burning flame in the mist and rain. Coupled with her extremely cold aura, the air around her was almost frozen into ice. .

An Zhifei raised her right hand lightly, and with a clear sound, the silver eagle and purple silk came out from between her sleeves, and the silver eagle made a unique sound in flight, which shook the soul and bewitched the mind.

The dancer drew out his sword to meet him, but unexpectedly, the silver eagle turned a corner in an instant, and the purple silk wrapped around the dancer's sword-holding hand. With a single stroke, An Zhifei almost pulled her over with her sword.

An Zhifei kept tightening the purple silk, and the dancer's hands became tighter and tighter, and the silver sword in her hand was already trembling slightly.

When the two were tugging, a figure came from the roof in a gust of wind, turned over several roofs, and the moment he landed, he flicked his wrist vigorously, and the red-edged double knives in his hand slashed straight at the dancer.

The dancer rolled her eyes, turned her wrist in great pain, and suddenly picked up the tip of the sword with the silver sword, which almost exhausted her strength. The sword edge pressed against the purple silk, and when it touched, there was a hiss , the purple silk snapped off, and after the dancer got rid of the shackles, she quickly turned several times one after another, avoiding the red-bladed double knives, and when she landed, her forehead was already covered with fine sweat. .

The people on the roof withdrew their red-bladed double knives, and then fell to An Zhifei's side.

"See the owner, the subordinates are late."

The person who came was An Longyuan, one of the elders of Baihua Villa.

"Elder An is waiving the courtesy, how is the situation?"

"Back to the owner, the chaotic parties outside have all been eradicated, and there is no problem."

When the dancer heard this, panic appeared in his eyes.

"Well, I will deal with this person myself, and the rest of the attic will be left to Elder Lao."

An Longyuan glanced at the dancer, with an unknown emotion in his eyes, he seemed to be sighing, "I've done my own crimes, I can't live."

There are many onlookers who are from the Jianghu, and their sharp eyes can see the identity of each person early in the morning. The silver sword in the dancer's hand is a symbol of status.

An Zhifei's silver eagle and purple silk directly hit the dancer's face, focusing on various important acupuncture points on the dancer's body.

The silver eagle attacked quickly and furiously, with no track to follow at all, the dancer could only dodge and defend, unable to attack with the sword at all, and even had no chance to breathe, the soul-stirring strange sound buzzed in his ears The sound disturbed her state of mind.

The dancer retreated step by step, her eyes drifted to Honghe Tower from time to time, as if she wanted to ask for help, but unfortunately the people upstairs were entangled by the people brought by An Longyuan, and there was no time to separate herself. Not even the slightest bit of resentment, there is still a bit of despair hidden.

An Zhifei pressed each other step by step, the dancer was forced to the corner, and there was no way to retreat, barely avoiding another pursuit from the silver eagle, turned around and was about to escape.

An Zhifei sneered, obviously, she would never let it go, she jumped up and blocked the way of the dancer, before the dancer could react, the silver eagle and purple silk were already pressing against her chest.

With a muffled bang, the silver eagle hit the dancer's heart.

"puff……"

The dancer spat out a mouthful of blood and knelt down weakly. The snow-white veil was sprayed with bright red, and fell from the dancer's face with the wind, and her face was clearly revealed to the public.

The dancer is Jing Tong...

The people present immediately talked about it. This internal strife undoubtedly shocked everyone's hearts. No one thought that one of the two famous assassins in Baihua Villa would conspire to rebel. Now that the assassination failed, he would be executed end.

An Zhifei was surprisingly calm. Seeing that Jing Tong was unconscious and slumped down, her clothes were already stained with blood, Jing Tong loosened her hand, and with a ding, the Moon Chasing Sword fell to the ground, losing all its light.

There was civil strife in Baihua Villa, and the news that Jing Tong was killed quickly spread wildly in the world.

In the Valley of Fog

After Cao Shiyuan learned of this, he was complacent and had a feast of hundreds of seats.

"God help me, the absence of An Jingtong in Baihua Villa is like cutting off an arm. The surname An is exhausted, so why should An Zhifei fight with me! Haha, I never thought that her parents are dull, and the daughter she gave birth to is also like this. Ha ha……"

"Congratulations to the owner, this is undoubtedly the best time to eradicate Baihua Villa." Meng Jun echoed.

"Okay! Tonight, everyone is not drunk and will not return!" Cao Shiyuan raised his glass to the audience, with an unstoppable ecstasy on his face.

Inside Baihua Villa

The news of Jing Tong's death shook the entire Baihua Villa. None of the eight building owners could accept the matter. They asked Yifeng several times, but they all got affirmative answers. Looking at the empty eyes between each other, the eight building building owners couldn't say anything more. , They have loved Jing Tong since they were young, and now Jing Tong's departure is like digging out a piece of flesh in their hearts with a knife.

Sun Qingyun pressed his eyes that were gradually dimming, just like how severely he reprimanded a person on weekdays, he just wanted that person to be better.

Cheng Nianxi cried so much that she fainted in Yifeng's arms.

At this moment, Yifeng only thought that Jingtong must come back safely, if not, the whole Baihua Villa would be depressed from now on.

The only people who know about Jing Tong's affairs are An Zhifei, Yifeng, and Nangong Zilong. The fewer people who know, the safer it is for Jing Tong.

From the time when Yifeng came back from injury, An Zhifei had already had some clues about the traitor. Except for Nangong Zilong, the eight major masters and the three elders were all suspicious, but the other party acted cautiously and did not have any clues at all. It can be found, but it is really difficult to find out the clues.

Each of them is An Zhifei's elders, and they were all selected by their grandfather to help him up to now. Why this happened, people's hearts are always unpredictable.

The author has something to say: I originally wanted to write a Jianghu martial arts novel, but unfortunately the writing style is limited, it has become pure romance, forget it, let’s see, I am still struggling with how to end it, do you have any good suggestions? ?