Chapter 12 Chapter Twelve

A little light, moving quickly along the bank of the Yangtze River in Wuchangfu. Da of the cry. A thin figure, riding a horse in one hand and holding a lantern in the other, was on a journey overnight. The light illuminates a young face, which looks to be seventeen or eighteen years old. Although it is dressed in rough clothes and linen, a pair of eyes are very smart, and the forehead is broad, making people feel that this child and the future must not be in the pool. things. At this time, his expression was anxious, obviously distressed that he had missed the ferry. stop. He jumped off his horse, walked to the end of the empty ferry, and cried out distressedly: "This time is miserable. When I go back, the wicked housekeeper will give me a good look."

The river is turbulent, and a row of residential houses on the opposite bank reveals a little light, which makes people feel warm inside, but also makes people feel lonely and isolated in that way. The horse moved behind him, put its head close to him affectionately, and licked the back of his neck with his tongue. Afraid of itching, the young man shrunk his neck, stretched out his hand and patted the horse's mouth lovingly, and said with a wry smile, "Hui'er, Hui'er, you know I'm so upset, go eat grass!" The horse seemed to understand human language, and with a happy neigh, it turned and walked back, grazing on the grass by the river.

The boy walked to the edge of the ferry and sat down, worrying about what would happen tomorrow morning, he conveniently inserted the lantern in the gap between the wooden boards. "oops!" The boy was startled and looked down. Under the light of the lantern, one hand sticks out of the rapids, holding tightly to one of the crossbars under the Muta Ferry, which is about three inches above the water. The young man felt his scalp go numb, and said tremblingly, "No! Don't scare me." "Hiss!" Veins suddenly appeared in the gripper's hand, and then a human head emerged from the water with the sound of splashing water.

The boy was out of his wits, he made a somersault, and turned to the end of the ferry near the shore. "help me!" A hoarse voice came from the bottom of the ferry. All the stories he had heard about the water ghost looking for a substitute immediately flashed through the young man's mind, and he tremblingly said: "Brother Shuigui, I can...I can't help you." Then there was another groan, and the man said: "I am a human... a human..." The young man's chivalrous heart overwhelmed his fear, and he grabbed the wooden post where the cable was tied to the ferry with his left hand. The other hand reached out in time to grab another crossbar at a higher place, so as not to implicate the young savior.

The young man pulled harder, and the man took advantage of the momentum to flip onto the ferry, and the big character collapsed on the ferry, panting for breath. The boy's doubts were all gone, he rushed to the man, and asked with concern: "What's wrong with you?" The man opened his dull eyes, and was about to speak, when he suddenly bent his body, coughed violently, opened his mouth and vomited, a cloud of bruised blood sprayed out wildly, sprinkled all over the ferry. The young man turned pale with fright, and pulled him over with one hand.The man rolled his eyes and passed out.

The young man had never encountered such a thing before. After being at a loss for a while, he came to his senses and thought to himself: "Saving people is a big matter, and this matter cannot be ignored. The day before yesterday, I heard that Dongshan Village had a genius doctor. Send him there." With the goal set, he hurriedly shouted: "Hui'er Hui'er!" The gray horse neighed and ran obediently to the side of the two. The young man patted the horse's neck and said softly, "Hui'er Hui'er! Squat down!" Hui'er squatted down obediently. With great effort, the young man lifted the young man onto the horse's back. With an order, Hui'er propped up the horse's feet and stood up. The young man jumped onto the horse's back, pulled the rope, and the two of them rode together and disappeared. In the darkness by the shore.

The icy water revived Shangguan Ying and Zhai Yushi, they didn't have time to grieve for the sacrificed Nu Jiao Gang brothers, they swam downstream with the current. That's the fastest way to get them out of danger. When the two fell into the water, they returned home like fish. The Nujiao Gang is the overlord of the waterway, starting from Dongting Lake, so for this banquet, Zhai Yushi chose "Holding the Sky and Viewing the Moon Tower". The "Ten Evil Village Owners" had no choice but to watch them flee. The torrent of water soon sent them five miles downstream.

After turning a sharp bend, the water slowed down. The two made gestures and swam to the shore together. After climbing ashore, they all felt exhausted. This is the countryside outside Yueyang City, surrounded by dark forests. Zhai Yushi put his ears on the ground, and after a while, he bounced up, and calmly said: "Long March and the supporting brothers are here!" Shangguan Ying was not at all surprised that he could tell from the sound of footsteps that the person was from his side, because this was the design of Ling Zhanyao, the No. Iron codes, Nujiao gang members can also walk with a special rhythm and pace to identify them. Such seemingly meaningless details can often play an amazing role in a melee where the enemy and the enemy are indistinguishable.

The sound of "Cha Cha Cha Cha" came from the dark forest, and a group of people jumped out nimbly, and bowed down in front of Shangguan Eagle to salute. Shangguan Ying hurriedly helped up the young and strong man in the lead, and said: "Please start the Long March, there is no need to be polite!" The young and strong man stands tall, with sparkling eyes, broad shoulders and long feet, and a brave face. He is Qi Changzheng, known as the number one master in the second generation of the Nujiao Gang, "Quick Sword". Zhai Yushi took a step forward and said, "Have you met any enemies?"

Qi Changzheng said: "No! As soon as we received the signal, we came here to meet you according to the plan we made earlier. Now there are forty-eight people including me, which is enough to deal with any danger." Shangguan Ying smiled wryly: "But it's still not enough to deal with a master like Tan Yingshou, unless Uncle Lang is here!" Qi Changzheng was shocked and said, "What? Is it the 'ten evil village masters' who are right?" Zhai Yushi said in a deep voice: "It's time to go into details, Changzheng, you immediately call back the brothers who are on guard, and at the same time take out the water support and float bag I ordered to be prepared, and we will replace them immediately."

Shangguan Ying said in astonishment: "Isn't this getting farther and farther?" You must know that Yuezhou Mansion is located in the east of Dongting Lake, and it can be reached in half a day on a fast horse, but if you go along the river and the water flows eastward, you will only be farther away from the main altar of the Nujiao Gang in Dongting Lake the more you flee. Qi Changzheng has always admired Zhai Yushi's intelligence, but he is a straightforward and impatient person, so he couldn't help but said: "I have prepared a fast horse half a mile away from here. If we take the path back to Dongting, we can arrive by tomorrow morning. If you have the strength, you can always escape, right?" Zhai Yushi said in a deep voice: "Tan Yingshou has always been closely related to Xiaoyao Sect, if Tan Yingshou belongs to Pang Ban, the 'Xiaoyao Sect Master' Mo Yixian would be no exception." Shangguan Ying's expression changed and he said: "Guzhu, the deputy head of Xiaoyaomen, and the 'Twelve Happy Wanderers' are the best at tracking and intimidating. If you want to deal with them, it is indeed a headache. I understand, it's raining!" He turned his head and said to his subordinates: "Put on the water tank immediately and blow up the air bag." Then he smiled and said to Qi Changzheng: "Long March! How long has it been since we competed in the water?" He stretched out his right palm as he spoke. Qi Changzheng stretched out his hand to hold him tightly, with fiery friendship and admiration for the leader in his eyes, and said firmly: "No matter where I go, I will accompany you to the end." Zhai Yushi put his hands on top of them and said: "Don't forget my share, we can compare from here to Wuchang Mansion." Half an hour later, the young man who was determined to save others lost his way in the mountains. The lantern burned out. Surrounded by boundless darkness. The breath of the man lying on the saddle in front of him became weaker and weaker. The boy was so anxious that he almost cried. He once went to Dongshan Village with others a few years ago, but in such a dark night where no one was seen before and no store was seen, to find a small village with faded memory is like trying to fish the moon out of the water . The sound of hoofbeats is so lonely and helpless. "ah!" The teenager exclaimed. In the sparse forest more than 200 steps away, there was a faint flickering fire. Clamping the horse's belly, he ran forward, like a drowned man seeing driftwood. A dilapidated mountain temple appeared in front of him, and the lights came from it. The young man jumped off his horse, led the horse, passed through the dilapidated temple gate, and entered the temple. In front of the dilapidated clay statue of the mountain god, three big red candles were burning cracklingly. An old monk with kind eyebrows and white hair sat cross-legged in front of the statue, looking at him with eyes that seemed to be closed. At least eighty years old. The boy said: "Master! Someone was injured..." I didn't see any movement of the monk, his short and fat body was standing next to the injured man, observing the injury silently. Although the boy himself doesn't know martial arts, but he is a child servant who grew up in a famous martial arts family. Knowing that he meets a master, he cleverly sits aside and doesn't dare to disturb him. The monk lifted the man from the horseback to the ground, and it was as effortless as lifting a scarecrow. At the same time, he took out a box of silver needles from his arms. At first glance, it seemed that his hands were shaking, and in an instant, the man was inserted into his chest. There are seven shiny long needles. The man breathes smoothly. Hui'er's Dada slipped outside the temple to graze. The monk breathed a sigh of relief, and then he had time to look at the boy. "Little brother? Don't know Gao's last name?" The young man sitting at the side was stunned for a while, and said in a low voice, "Ask me?" All along, the masters who came and went in the master's mansion never looked at him. Wulin characters, to talk to him with such a pleasant face, why not teach him to be flattered. The monk looked peaceful and nodded encouragingly. The young man said: "I am an abandoned baby picked up by the master of the palace beside a cypress tree, so I am named Han and cypress after him." The monk's eyes, which were half closed, opened suddenly, they shone like stars, then closed them again, and said, "Good! Good! A name is as good as a person, now tell me how you can save this person." .” Han Bai quickly told the whole story. The monk pondered for a while, then shook his head and said, "How can this be? Who in the world can hurt him?" Han Bai was stunned and said, "Master, do you know him?" The monk nodded and said: "The person you rescued is well-known in the Jianghu. He is known as the most outstanding master of the new generation of Baidao martial arts. I can't ignore it." Han Bai's eyes widened, and he said, "The master turned out to be an expert in the 'Jing Nian Zen School'. It's unbelievable that I met someone from the 'Jing Nian Zen School'!" Han Bai served in a family of martial arts, and he has been fascinated by his ears and eyes on weekdays. He has heard countless anecdotes about martial arts, and what he admires the most is the "Jing Nian Zen" and "Ci Hang Jing", which are also known as the two holy places of martial arts. "Zhai", in these two places there are very few heirs who travel the rivers and lakes, the mystery is unpredictable, how do you know that I met him today. Han Bai pointed to Feng Xinglie who was lying on the ground and asked with concern: "Is there anything wrong with him?" The monk sighed and said: "Life is a matter of life and death. The true qi that invaded his body is extremely cold, and his wooden body's true energy is strangely weakened. I can only save his life for the time being. Whether he can recover or not depends on the His good luck." The snow-white eyebrows suddenly raised, and said: "Someone is here!" Han Bai listened carefully, and sure enough there was a rustling sound in the distance. It was the sound of shoes stepping on dead leaves. Hearing the footsteps, it was just an ordinary person who didn't know martial arts, but who would walk in the mountains at this time? Before the thought was finished, a deep and vigorous voice sounded outside the temple and said: "Unexpectedly, there will be a passer-by in the barren mountain and wild temple. If you are not afraid of being disturbed, I will come in and take a corner to rest." Although Han Bai hadn't met anyone yet, he couldn't help but feel good about him because he was so polite. The monk responded calmly: "The Buddhist gate is always open, and there is a destiny to travel widely. We are guests. Is there any difference in order?" The other party laughed and said: "It's interesting, there is an expert here." One person walks into the temple. Han Bai was startled when he saw it. The man was tall and tall, more than six feet tall, but had an ugly face, a pair of yellow eyes that seemed to be awake and drunk, and his hands were at least two to four inches longer than ordinary people. A long sword with a small burden on its side. The man glanced around and sighed, "I still have to go!" The monk and Han Baiqi were stunned. The man smiled slightly, showing his white teeth that didn't match his ugly face, and said: "I originally planned to peel and disembowel this beast on my shoulders, grill and serve wine, and seek to get drunk, but how can such things be done in front of the master?" ?” The monk smiled and said: "Wine and meat have passed through the intestines, and the Buddha is in my heart. Brother Taiwan has such delicious food, how can we not let the monk take a share?" The man's face straightened and said: "Buddhas are kind to all living beings. Although wine and meat may not affect the Buddha's heart, they always come from killing. What does the master think?" Han Bai was very surprised, the master had clearly stated that he would not abstain from alcohol and meat, this person should be happy, why was he so aggressive, he asked the root cause, exposed the scars, unknowingly, he was on the monk's side. The monk didn't take it for granted, and said calmly: "Within life, there must be death. Since there is reincarnation, death is life, and life is death. Brother Tai killed this weasel, it seems to have committed murder, but looking at it from another angle, it's really It is to help him get out of this animal way, if he can reincarnate as a human, he will thank you." The man laughed and said: "Good answer, the wolf leg on the left is yours." He sat down and threw the weasel on the ground. "Zheng!" The long sword behind the back is sold. Monk and Han Bai's eyes lit up at the same time. The long sword is much longer than ordinary swords, and the blade is narrow, but the light is shining, you can tell it is a good sword at a glance. The monk's eyes brightened, and he said with emotion: "Poor monk Guangdu, don't you know your brother's name?" The man used his sword to skin and dismantle the weasel's bones, saying: "We meet by chance, don't care what his name is, Master, don't pretend." Han Bai thought this man was behaving strangely, but he was completely attracted by his movements in a blink of an eye. This five-foot-long sword should have been extremely inconvenient to use as a butcher knife, but under the magic-like movements of the man, the long sword moved rhythmically. Bending forward and back, going up and down suddenly, the weasel disintegrated like ice turning into water, and soon became neatly cut pieces of meat. That person has a rough appearance, but his opponent is white and slender, which doesn't match him at all. The man stood up again, without looking at it, with a movement of his hand, the sword returned to the pin behind his back without making a sound, just like a long sword is a long snake with eyes, which will find its way back to its own cave. Master Guangdu sighed: "Paod Dingjieniu, nothing more than this! Nothing more than this!" The man sighed: "High and low, incompetent and capable, that's all!" His eyes flicked to Feng Xinglie who was lying on the ground, as if turning a blind eye to the seven long needles stuck in his chest, and then moved to Han Xiang's face Said: "Little brother, is that horse outside yours?" Han Bo just wanted to answer yes, but suddenly changed his words: "No! It belongs to my palace master, I... I'm just his servant." Feeling inferior for a while. The man gave him a deep look and said, "That's a good horse with Gaochang pedigree, all right! You stay here for a while, I'll go get firewood to make a fire, and eat him well." Han Bai wanted to speak out to express his willingness to help, but the man stepped out the door early and disappeared in a flash. Master Guangdu, Han Bai, Feng Xinglie lying on the ground, and the crackling red candle were left. Master Guangdu looked at the direction where the man left, with a look of surprise on his face. "Oh!" Feng Xinglie, who had been lying still all this time, groaned, and drew the two people's attention back to him. Master Guangdu stood up and moved to Feng Xinglie's side, his expression changed suddenly and he said: "Someone is here again!" Han Bai exercised his ears this time, but he couldn't hear a sound. Suddenly there was the whistling of the wind, a gust of wind blew in from outside the door, the candle flame suddenly thinned, and the temple was darkened immediately.The gust of wind subsided, and the candlelight returned to light.There are two more weirdos in the temple. One of them was dressed in black and the other in white. They were tall and thin. They looked very young at first glance, but they looked very old when you looked closely. Their cold faces made people feel chills. Master Guangdu sat cross-legged between Feng Xinglie and the two of them at some point, with his white eyebrows drooping, as if he had fallen asleep. Han Bai involuntarily backed away to a corner, but luckily the two of them didn't even look at him, which made his beating heart a little more certain. The strange man in black robe said: "Who is the master? Why do you care about this matter?" His tone was hard and sharp, without any human emotion. Master Guangdu gave a Buddha's name and said: "The poor monk is Guangdu of the 'Jingnian Zen School'. The patron of Feng Xinglie and our school have a long history. Can you let him go on this point?" One of the holy places, "Jing Nian Zen", is because he sees that the opponent is very difficult to provoke, and hopes to retreat because of his own background. The white-robed man said indifferently: "Even though Zen Master Jing Nian comes here, it will be difficult to change Feng Xinglie's fate." His voice was the opposite of the black-robed man's, deep and hoarse. The wind picked up again. The candles were immediately extinguished. Han Bai couldn't see anything for a moment. "Peng!" Energetic. Han Bai couldn't help curling up in the corner of the wall, and the strong wind blew, but he felt pain all over his body and had difficulty breathing. Three sparks flew out and landed on the red candlestick. The fire ignited, and the light came back. It is unknown who shot it. The black and white strange man still stood where he was, but Master Guangdu picked up Feng Xinglie and stuck him against the wall, his face was pale, and he had already suffered a dark loss. Bai Pao Ke said coldly: "It's just one shot, you can't take it anymore, Master, you'd better think twice." Master Guangdu smiled slightly and said: "Unexpectedly, the black and white servants who lived in seclusion with the magician Pang Ban would come to this world in person. Fortunately, Guangdu is lucky to meet him." The faces of the black and white servants did not change at all, but both Guangdu and Han Bai knew that they would strike again at any time. In fact, he did not show any signs of attack last time. Han Xiang had never heard of the name of the magician Pang Ban, but he only knew that the black and white servants did not even sell face to the "Jing Nian Zen School" with a high status in the world, and their backing was of course extremely hard. Master Guangdu made a very strange movement. Put your hands on Feng Xinglie's face. The black and white servants were startled and said, "What do you want to do?" Master Guangdu suddenly burst into a long laugh, and said word by word: "Let me kill Master Feng, and all the grievances and grievances in the world will be settled, and they will be clean." Han Bai became dumbfounded when he heard that, just now Guangdu was desperately protecting Feng Xinglie, why did he want to kill him again in a blink of an eye. The white servant said in a deep voice: "Okay! As expected of the master of the 'Jing Nian Zen School'..." His eyes swept to Han Bai who was huddled in a corner, and he said lightly: "This kid is young and still has a great life. Because of your premature death, how can the master bear it?" Although his tone was flat, what he said was about the life and death of others, which made people feel chilling about his nature. Master Guangdu said with a Buddha's name: "Everything in the world is within the word 'chance', and life is born based on the pull of 'force'. If I let you take the wind donor away, will you let us two go?" There was no expression on the faces of the black and white servants, and there was no exchange of glances between the two, which made people palpitate deeply about their secrecy. Han Bai shuddered, feeling for the first time the helplessness and fragility of life, and the approach of death!He had portrayed himself as an invincible hero in every fantasy, but in the reality before him, he was just a helpless little horn, unable to even stand up because of his weak feet. A soft voice sounded from the door: "There are so many guests here, a weasel seems to be just right." The ugly man appeared in front of the door with a big stick on his shoulder. The black and white servants remained expressionless, as if their masked cold faces had changed for the first time. Who could come behind them undetected but the magician Pangban? Master Guangdu also widened his eyes in surprise, he had already seen that the ugly man was a master, but he never imagined that he could reach such a frightening state of "coming without a trace". However, Han Bai thought of the rustling sound of the ugly man earlier, which was obviously done on purpose. For some reason, the ugly man gave him an unspeakable sense of intimacy. The ugly man didn't seem to feel the tense atmosphere in his head at all. He slapped the firewood on his shoulder and strode forward, trying to pass between the black and white servants. Han Bai cried out in shock, "Be careful!" Unexpectedly, it was the two servants, the black and the white, who were careful. As soon as the ugly man approached, they drifted away to the left and right as if they had a mutual understanding, and then retreated to the door, but the ugly man came between them and Guangdu. The ugly man threw the sticks of firewood on the ground with a "crash" and waved to Han Bai, "Come here, little brother, help me set up the firewood." Han Bai tried his best to stand up, suppressed the panic in his heart, and walked towards the ugly man tremblingly. Under the cold eyes of the black and white servants, the distance of more than ten steps was like a distance of thousands of rivers and mountains. at this moment. The black and white servants each let out high pitched and low pitched long howls that were diametrically opposed to each other, and shot with all their strength. Their actions are very strange. The black servant slapped out his right hand, just in time to meet the left palm that was pushed horizontally by the white servant. "Peng!" A whirling force ten times more powerful than the previous fight with Guangdu, swirled around the hands that were handed over, and spread to every inch of space in the temple like a wave in an instant.Han Bai couldn't help himself, he turned and slammed into a wall, thinking "my life is over". Clap the left and right palms.The two servants, black and white, sped up quickly, and attacked the ugly man sideways with their left and right wings. They made knives with their hands, and stabbed his left and right flanks separately. This combined attack technique is incomparably powerful, firstly use the strange internal energy to stir up a cyclone, sweep it towards the enemy, and then distribute thunderous blows from the left and right, it is truly unparalleled in power. "Clang!" The sword on the back of the ugly man jumped out from behind like a spirit. A scream sounded from the sword in his hand. Jian Feng made a small turn. It suddenly expanded and exploded into tiny spots of light that filled the temple. The whirlwind sound produced by the black and white servants dissipated and stopped as if being shattered by light. Han Bai's body lightened, and although he hit the wall, it was only a pain in the flesh, and there was no such pressure to force his life out. When he turned his head, all he saw were rainstorm-like light spots, blooming like flowers. The light spots disappear.The black and white servants retreated back to their original positions, their clothes were full of holes, their faces lost their earlier composure, and the aftermath of shock was faintly visible. The Ugly Han sword was sold back inside, and he sighed: "A strong general has no weak soldiers under his command, yet he was able to retreat completely under my sword. From this point of view, get out!" The black servant replied with a icy face, and said in a deep voice, "'Rain-Overturning Sword' is really well-deserved." Han Bai's mind was struck by lightning. This ugly guy turned out to be the number one expert in the "Black List" of black and white, "Rain-covering Sword" Lang Fanyun?A rush of hot blood rushed to his head, making him so excited that he was about to cry.Lang Fanyun also talked to him and called him a little brother. Master Guangdu also stared wide-eyed, looking at Lang Fanyun in disbelief, his vision is a hundred times better than Han Bai's, but he still couldn't see Lang Fanyun's untraceable and traceless rain-covering sword technique . Bai Pu said: "Lang Fanyun, what you have done is like directly declaring war on the magician." Lang Fanyun's eyes exploded with an unprecedented light, and he said calmly: "If you don't flee fifty miles away before sunrise tomorrow, you two will be killed, get out!" The faces of the black and white servants changed again, screaming and groaning, rushed out the door, and disappeared in an instant. Lang Fanyun smiled and said: "It's time to eat meat and drink." It was as if nothing happened, and he didn't seem to care about Pang Ban. Wuchang Mansion. On the square in the backyard of the Han family mansion. A man about 20 years old held a square halberd that was two feet long, and danced vigorously. The old man holding the knife was forced to retreat every step of the way, and it seemed that he had the upper hand. The old man was tall and tall, without any stooping appearance, with a white beard hanging down. Although he was constantly retreating, he had a calm demeanor and a steady pace. A big knife was shining and agile, and every knife was impeccable. Anyone with a discerning eye could tell that he was taking Stay on the defensive and let the man with the halberd perform his moves to the fullest. At this moment, Han Bai supported his tired body and stepped into the square. Last night he drank two big gulps of wine and fell into a deep sleep. When he woke up, he found that he was sleeping on the grass next to the ferry, and it was Hui'er who brought him to sleep. After licking up, Lang Fanyun and others disappeared without a trace, everything was like a dream. But he remembered any one of the scenes, and he would never forget a little in this life. After returning home, he could not avoid being scolded by the housekeeper, so he just sneaked into the backyard at this time, and happened to encounter this contest. There were also three women and one man watching, ranging in age from sixteen to twenty-three and four, all holding their breath and pondering carefully. The man carrying the halberd raised his breath and opened his voice, and the halberd started to intensify the offensive. The old man raised his thick eyebrows, lowered his white beard without wind, and the long knife accelerated sharply in an instant, making several consecutive chops, each knife accurately hit the head of the halberd. "Clang clang!" The sound of gold and iron resounded throughout the audience. The men and women cheered repeatedly. In the past, Han Bai would have been delighted to see it, but after witnessing Lang Fanyun's magical swordsmanship, he only felt that this rigid move was boring. The sword strikes again. There was a cold light all over the place. The old man turned from defense to offense. This time it was the turn of the man with the halberd to step back. Men and women cheered loudly. Han Bai remained silent, he did not forget that he was a servant, especially Han Xiwu, the third young master of the Changji, was narrow-minded, and he would be attractive to him as soon as he made a sound. At the same time, he took a peek at Fifth Miss Han Ningzhi. Its every word and smile are so charming and cute, which makes people intoxicated. The old man burst into a long laugh, and unfolded a set of delicate saber techniques with the knife in his hand, forcibly slamming into the shadow of the halberd, turning into a close combat. Han Xiwu fell into a difficult situation. "when!" The halberd fell to the ground. The third young master Han Xiwu froze on the spot with a face of shame. The old man retracted his knife and retreated, his form changed from mighty to quiet. Fifth Young Miss Han Ningzhi rushed into the arena, grabbed the old man's arm with both hands, and shook violently: "Uncle must teach Ning Zhi these few unique skills, so as to teach Third Brother not to bully others again." The old man looked at the innocent and beautiful little girl, and said lovingly, "As long as you can afford it, I will teach you anything." Han Ningzhi cheered, as if she had learned all the kung fu of the old man. The other eldest brother Han Xiwen who was watching said: "Uncle's sword skills are superb, no wonder the name of 'Blade Cold' Han Qingfeng is praised in Suhang." Then he said to Han Xiwu who was blushing: "The third brother has uncle's advice, The benefits are endless, why don't you kowtow and teach?" Han Xiwu flashed an unhappy look, hesitated for a moment, and then bowed, but did not kowtow. Han Qingfeng is an old man, seeing it in his eyes, he sighed from the bottom of his heart, but he didn't point it out. He smiled and said: "Xiwu's halberd technique has been passed down from the 'Changhalberd School'. What we need is experience. If we can practice more, If you work hard on your mind, you will become a great weapon in the future." Han Xiwu is proud and arrogant. Among the five brothers and sisters, he is the only one who, in addition to inheriting martial arts from his family, also worshiped under the "Halberd Monster" Xia Houxing, the master of the "Changji Sect". Therefore, among his siblings, his martial arts skills are the highest, and he has always looked down on family traditions. At this moment, he was not thinking about Han Qingfeng's teachings on martial arts, but secretly thinking that he just had a martial arts competition, and he couldn't let go of the competition, so he was defeated. The round-faced, kind-hearted but timid fourth sister Han Lanzhi smiled and said, "If uncle can come to my house more often, our brothers and sisters will achieve more than this." Han Qingfeng was about to answer. A majestic voice came from the entrance of the square and said: "Brother! Don't say that I am the only younger brother who blames you. Even Lan Zhi said the same thing about you. The last time you came here was three years ago. Leave it alone." Qingfu is nothing to worry about, and you are still running around all year round, why do you come here?" The man who followed the sound was in his fifties, with big ears on the one hand and shrewd on the other. His figure was similar to Han Qingfeng's, but his appearance was similar but different. He didn't have Han Qingfeng's calm and mighty demeanor, and he was more like a pampered man. High officials and gentry. It was Han Tiande, the owner of the house, the father of the five siblings. Han Qingfeng said with a smile: "Third brother, you have stayed in Wuchang all these years, and you don't care if the sky falls. You just focus on your shipping business and make money desperately. In the future, you will stretch your feet and see how much you can take with you?" Han Tiande said solemnly: "Brother underestimates me too much. Although I earn a lot of money, most of it is also used to fund the activities of our Eight Great Factions Alliance. Otherwise, how can we get the funds for the activities?" Han Qingfeng said with a chuckle: "Third brother, you are serious. Our three brothers of the Han family, who are not doing their best for the alliance, alas! It is a pity that Taoism eliminates demons, and underworld talents emerge in large numbers. On the other hand, our eight major factions have withered talents in the past ten years, which is worrying." The brothers and sisters, Han Bai and others never knew that the Han family was actually the economic pillar of Baidao, so they were stunned. Han Tiande glanced at the crowd, thinking that there are five brothers and sisters, at least sixteen and a half years old, and they should also know about these things. He said solemnly: "Brother! My view is more optimistic than yours. Since the alliance of the eight factions fifteen years ago, I have been working hard to cultivate a new generation of masters. According to my estimation, someone will emerge soon, but On the other hand, the underworld, since Chi Zunxin failed to attack the Nujiao gang three years ago, lost troops and returned, and the "poison hand" Ganluo suffered another dark loss, the momentum of the underworld has been greatly weakened, and other underworld forces that have always been suppressed and bowed their heads have sprung up like mushrooms after rain. They are thriving one after another, further disintegrating the cohesion of the underworld forces, the so-called unity is strong, and division is weak, the evil of the underworld is not what it used to be, why is the eldest brother still so pessimistic?" Han Qingfeng sighed: "This is just the appearance, but the real situation is worrying." Then he winked at Han Tiande, the brothers had the same heart, and the younger brother immediately knew that the older brother didn't want to discuss it with the younger generation. Han Yaode said with a long smile: "It's okay not to talk about these nonsense things. You have been here for a long time, and we brothers have not had a chance to talk in detail. Why don't we take advantage of this free time to talk about it." Everyone was very disappointed. They were listening with great interest, but suddenly interrupted, which was very disappointing. Han Bai was even more disappointed. He had always envied the adventurous career of a soldier and a horse in the rivers and lakes. As a servant, he could only go around among the servants, and the higher-level guards and managers couldn't get his turn. It can be said that Gao Pan is unique in his direct communication with the affairs of the rivers and lakes like just now. Han Xiwu had just been frustrated by his uncle, his self-esteem was damaged, and he had nowhere to be discouraged. Seeing that Han Bai was still dazed and staring at the direction where Han Qingfeng and the two left, he couldn't help getting angry and shouted: "You idiot, the weapon fell on the ground!" I don’t hold back on the ground, do you want to be beaten!" Han Bai was taken aback, and quickly picked up the weapon.Since he was young, he didn't know how many times he had beaten the third young master of the Han family, so he dared to neglect it. At the same time, he thought in his heart, whether the higher the martial arts, the more cultivated, otherwise why Han Qingfeng's temper is far better than Han Xiwu , and the demeanor of Lang Fanyun is even more admirable. The young master Han Xiwen frowned when he saw the third brother losing his temper, but he was very prudent and pragmatic, thinking that the third brother was angry at the moment, and he didn't want to hurt him for a servant, so he endured it. The fourth miss, Lan Zhi, has always been afraid of things, so she dared to intervene, while the fifth miss, Ning Zhi, was still annoyed that the interesting topic just now was cut short, and she was thinking about how to get more out of Han Qingfeng's place, how could she have time to pay attention to Han Xiang's plight . Han Xiwu looked at Han Bai who had picked up the halberd and said, "Get out, you idiot!" Han Bai secretly screamed that something was wrong, and walked over bravely. At this time, the second lady, Huizhi frowned, and said: "Xiwu! Victory or defeat is a common matter in military affairs. You have uncle's advice now. You don't have enough confidantes. You should not be annoyed but happy instead. Work hard to study. How can you be impatient and use Xiaobai all the time?" Get angry." Han Xiwu stomped his feet and said, "That's all, even you only know how to help outsiders, so I'll go back to my master." Huizhi smiled and said: "Are you willing to leave? There will be distinguished guests coming, including people you want to see, but if you really want to leave, I won't keep you." Han Xiwu retorted: "There are only people I want to see, but there is no one you want to see?" Hui Zhi's pretty face flushed, and then there was a burst of laughter and curses among the siblings, and they listened inward, leaving Han Bai alone, holding a halberd, standing in the middle of the square. VIP?Who on earth would come to the Han Mansion?