morning. It has been snowing for a long time, but the severe cold makes the snow on the long street freeze, and the icicles under the eaves are like wolf teeth, as if they are waiting to be eaten by someone. But there was no one on the street, the doors and windows of every house were tightly closed, the clouds were low and the sky was filled with a murderous aura that could freeze all life. There is no wind, even the wind seems to be frozen to death. Tong Tongshan was wearing a sable fur, sitting on a tiger-skin chair at the end of the long street, facing the dead long street, feeling very satisfied.

Because his order has already been fully carried out. He has turned this long street into a battlefield, and in less than half an hour he will use the scalding blood of Xicheng Old Du to wash away the icy snow on this street. Before that moment comes, if a person dares to walk on this long street, he will cut off this foot. This is his city, no one can get a foot in his territory. Old Du Xicheng didn't even think about it. Except for Grandpa Wei Ba, he would never allow anyone to stand in front of him and block his way. Dozens of big men in green clothes stood behind him with their hands tied.

Beside him were two identical tiger-skin chairs. A young man with a pale complexion and a haughty face, wearing a sable worth a thousand gold, was lazily leaning on the chair on the left, hooking the handle with his little finger. The long sword with a black scabbard inlaid with gems kept swinging back and forth. To him, it was simply boring, uninteresting. Because what he wanted to kill was not someone like Old Du Xicheng, who was not worthy of him. The one on the right is younger, and he is trimming his nails with a bright Yanling knife. He obviously tried his best to appear calm and calm, but his face covered with pimples was already flushed with excitement.

Tong Tongshan understood the heart of this young man very well. He himself was equally nervous when he was sent out by Grandpa Wei Ba to perform a mission for the first time. But he also knew that since this young man was ranked twelfth among the Thirteen Taibao under Grandpa Wei Ba, with a Yanling Saber in his hand, he would definitely not disappoint. The Thirteenth Taibao under Grandpa Wei Ba has never disappointed with his bare hands. In the tightly closed room, there was a sudden cry of a child, breaking the silence between heaven and earth. As soon as the crying started, it stopped. The child's mouth was obviously blocked by the adults.

An old dog whose fur had fallen off, with its tail between its legs, got out of the dog hole in the corner and ran across the long street. The young man with pimples on his face looked at the dog running into the middle of the street with a strange expression in his eyes. He slowly stretched his left hand into the skirt of his clothes, and then swung it out quickly. With a flash of the knife, the dog had been nailed to death in the middle of the street, and its throat happened to be pierced. When its blood flowed through the snow, it was also bright red. Tong Tongshan's spirit lifted, and he blurted out, "Okay, Twelfth Brother made a quick move."

The young man was obviously satisfied with his attack, and proudly said: "Since Boss Tong has passed on the order, no matter whether it is a human or a dog, as long as he dares to come here, I, Duan Shishi, will kill him." Tong Tongshan looked up and laughed loudly, and said, "There are young heroes like Fourth Brother Xin and Twelve Lang here, not to mention that there is only one Xicheng Old Du, even if there are ten, why should we be afraid?" Xin Si said coldly, "I'm afraid it's not my turn to make a move today." The long sword hooked on his little finger suddenly stopped shaking, and Tong Tongshan's laughter also stopped suddenly.

On the other side of the ancient and sloping long street, a group of people has already walked over quickly. A group of twenty-seven or eight people were all dressed in black short jackets, trousers, and fast boots with thin soles. They made a rustling sound when they stepped on the ice and snow. The leader of the group has thick eyebrows and big eyes, and his face is full of vigor. He is the number one hero in the West City, "Big Eyes" Old Du. Seeing this person, Tong Tongshan's face immediately tightened, and even his pupils seemed to have shrunk. The young man who was trying his best to put on his sword suddenly rushed out from behind, rushed behind him in one step, and stood up with his sword.

Hearing the rapid sound of bowstrings, the dozens of big men in green clothes behind him have all bowed their bows, their knives out of their sheaths, and are ready for battle. The murderous intent became stronger, and apart from the sound of footsteps rubbing against blades, there was no other sound in the world. Seeing that the group of people on the opposite side was getting closer and closer, who would have thought that at this moment, a narrow door beside the street was suddenly pushed open, and thirteen or four men in white clothes came out in a file, and greeted Xicheng Lao Du, one of them After saying a few words in a low voice, Old Du Xicheng stopped in place without saying a word.

This group of men in white clothes came towards Tong Tongshan, and Tong Tongshan saw that they were only wearing white linen single clothes, with a rolled straw mat on their backs, a short staff in their hands, and straw sandals on their bare feet. In this extremely cold weather, these people don't seem to be cold and cowering at all, but their hands and feet are already blue from the cold, and their faces are also ashen. There is no expression on their pale white faces, like Like the face of a dead person, it looked indescribably mysterious and terrifying. When passing by the dead dog, one of them suddenly bent down, untied the straw mat behind him, rolled up the dead dog, tied it with the long rope that used to tie the straw mat, tied it to a wooden staff, and strode after him. on his companion.

Duan Twelve's expression had changed, and his left hand was slowly stretched into his bosom again, as if he was about to strike again. But Tong Tongshan stopped him with winks, lowered his voice, and said, "These people seem a little weird, we might as well find out why they came here first." Duan Twelve sneered and said, "Even if they look a little weird now, they won't be weird after they become dead." Although he said so, after all, he still didn't make a move. But Tong Tongshan called again in a deep voice: "Tong Yang." The young man with a sword behind him immediately responded, "Yes."

Tong Tongshan said: "Wait a while, you go to evaluate their martial arts first, and come back quickly if they are wrong, and don't fight to the death." Tong Yang's eyes were already shining, he held his sword and said, "I understand." The man in white who spoke just now waved his hand, and the whole group stopped a foot away. This man has a miserable green horse face, narrow and long eyes, high cheekbones, and a wide mouth that reaches below his ears when he is not smiling. Although his attire is no different from others, anyone can tell at a glance , he must be the chief among them. Of course, Tong Tongshan also saw that a pair of bright eyes were staring at this person, and suddenly asked, "Your name?" The man said, "Mobai." Tong Tongshan said, "Where did it come from?" Mo Bai said: "Qingcheng." Tong Tongshan said: "What are you here for?" Mo Bai said: "I hope I can turn hostility into friendship." Tong Tongshan suddenly let out a long laugh, and said, "It turns out that my friend came here to try to break up the fight." Mo Bai said: "Exactly." Tong Tongshan said: "Can you persuade this fight?" Mo Bai's face was still expressionless, and he didn't even say a word. Tong Yang was already eager to try, and at this moment he dashed out and said sharply: "It's easy to persuade a fight, but first you have to ask me if I agree with the sword in my hand." With a backhand, with a "choke", the sword was out of its sheath. Mo Bai didn't even look at him, but the thinnest and smallest man in white came out from behind, he was a child of fourteen or fifteen years old. Tong Yang frowned and said, "What are you doing here, kid?" The boy in white had a cold expressionless expression on his face, and said indifferently: "Come and ask if you agree to this sword." Tong Yang said angrily, "It's up to you?" The boy in white said: "You use a sword, and I happen to use a sword too." Tong Yang suddenly laughed wildly, and said, "Okay, I'll get rid of you first." Silently, the sword in his palm stabbed out like a poisonous snake, piercing the heart of the boy in white. The white-clothed boy opened his arms and pulled out a narrow sword from the short stick. As soon as Tong Yang stabbed at him with "Poisonous Snake Spitting Letter", he didn't dodge or dodge, he didn't even blink his eyes. Hearing a "chi", the sword in Tong Yang's hand had pierced his heart. When the blood splashed out like a red flower, the sword in his hand pierced Tong Yang's heart with a "poisonous snake spitting out a letter". Suddenly, all movements stopped, and even breathing seemed to have stopped completely. In the blink of an eye the battle was over. Everyone's face changed, and it was almost impossible to believe that such a person and such a thing really existed in the world. Rain of blood fell like rain, and dissipated like fog. There are already a little blood on the snow, as bright as red plums. The boy in white still had no expression on his face, but his eyes protruded sullenly like dead fish. He was still looking at Tong Yang, and there seemed to be a very cold irony in his eyes. Tong Yang's face was completely distorted, and his eyes were full of surprise, anger, and fear. He couldn't believe to his death that such a person and such a thing really existed in the world. He wouldn't believe it. They stood there facing each other like this, and suddenly, the eyes of both of them became empty and lifeless. Then both of them fell down. A man in white came out slowly from behind, untied the straw mat behind him, rolled up the dead body, tied it with a long straw mat rope, tied it to a short staff, and walked back slowly. His face was still cold and expressionless, exactly the same as when his companion rolled up the dead dog just now. A gust of wind rose, blowing from afar, and the wind carried ice balls from the distant mountains. The big men behind Tong Tongshan only felt their palms sweating. Mo Bai stared at Tong Tongshan, and said indifferently: "Are you willing to turn hostility into jade?" Duan Twelve suddenly went out and said sharply: "You have to ask me about the lancet again..." A man in white slowly came out from behind Mo Bai, and said, "Let me ask." Duan Twelve said: "You also use a knife." The man in white said: "Exactly." As soon as he opened his hand, he pulled out a knife from the short stick. Only then did Duan Twelve realize that the short sticks in their hands were wide or narrow, round or flat, and the weapons hidden inside were obviously different. If others use swords, they use swords to deal with them; if others use knives, they also use knives. Duan Twelve sneered and said, "Okay, let's look at this knife first." He turned around halfway, and the Yanling Saber was already carrying a strong wind, sharply cutting the left shoulder of the man in white. The man in white didn't dodge or dodge, and the knife in his palm also sharply cut Duan Twelve's left shoulder with a "Split Huashan". But Duan Twelve's martial arts is obviously not comparable to that of Tong Yang. His moves are obviously old, and he suddenly reined in the precipice, turned around and made a wrong step, and the blade reversed. , The light of the knife lifted the chest ribs of the man in white like a horse training. Unexpectedly, the man in white also reined in the precipice, and changed from the eight-direction Tibetan knife style to the upside-down golden bell. Although he was slow to strike, but if Duan Twelve didn't change his moves, even if he could kill the opponent immediately, he would definitely not be able to avoid the opponent's strike. The man in white didn't want to die, but he still did. When he slashed out with the knife, he had already guarded against this move, and suddenly with a clear whistle, he raised his arms, turned around in the air, and swung the knife sharply to stab the left neck of the man in white. With this move, he took the lead, the whole body of the man in white seemed to be enveloped by the wind of his sword, not only he couldn't change his moves, he couldn't even dodge. The scary thing is that he didn't want to dodge at all. When Duan Twelve slashed at his neck, his knife had already pierced Duan Twelve's lower abdomen. The three-foot-long blade pierced through completely, leaving only the handle. Duan Twelve roared wildly, and his whole body shot up two feet like a rocket. Blood rained down, and every little bit fell on the man in white. His white clothes were suddenly dyed red, but his face was still cold and expressionless. He didn't fall down until Duan Twelve fell from midair. For him, death, like returning home, is not something to be afraid of at all. Tong Tongshan's expression had changed, he stood up abruptly, and said sharply, "What kind of martial art is this?" Mo Bai said lightly: "This is not a martial art at all." Tong Tongshan said angrily, "What is this?" Mo Bai said: "This can only be regarded as a lesson." Tong Tongshan said: "A lesson?" Mo Bai said: "This lesson tells us that if you must kill others, others can also kill you." Xin Si suddenly sneered and said, "I'm afraid not necessarily." He still hooked the silk sash on the sword with his little finger, and walked out slowly, the scabbard dragging on the ice and snow, making harsh grinding noises. But there seemed to be light on his pale face, his eyes were also shining, and he said coldly: "If I want to kill you, you will never be able to kill me." A man in white said lightly: "I'm afraid not necessarily." After he finished speaking, his men had already arrived in front of Xin Si, obviously much faster than the two just now. Xin Sidao: "Not necessarily?" The man in white said: "No matter how pungent and vicious a sword technique is, someone can break it." Xin Sidao: "No one can defeat the swordsmanship of killing people." The man in white said: "There is a kind of person." Xin Sidao: "What kind of person?" The man in white said: "A person who is not afraid of death." Xin Sidao: "Are you the one who is not afraid of death?" The man in white said: "How happy is life, what fear is there in death?" Xin Si sneered, "You live to prepare to die." The man in white said, "Maybe so." Xin Sidao: "Since that's the case, I might as well fulfill you." His sword suddenly came out of its sheath, and in the blink of an eye, seven swords had been stabbed out. The wind of the sword was like a bamboo, and the light of the sword was like lightning. The man in white didn't want to distinguish or dodge at all, he just stood there quietly, waiting quietly. He was already prepared to die, no matter where the opponent's sword came from, he didn't care at all. Xin Si stabbed out with seven swords, but the man in white didn't even move. Xin Si's sword was retracted as soon as it was fired, and all seven swords were forced into false moves. Suddenly, he slipped and got behind the man in white. He has calculated that this part is the blind spot of the man in white, and no one can make a move in the blind spot. When he wanted to kill this person, he would never give this person a chance to kill him. With this stabbing move, the false move has become a real move, and the sword light stabs at the back of the man in white like lightning. There was only a sound of "chi", and the sword's edge had already penetrated into the flesh. He could even feel the blade rubbing against the opponent's bones.But at this moment, he suddenly discovered that the sword did not stab the opponent's back, but pierced the opponent's chest. At the moment when his moves were worn out, the man in white suddenly turned around and met his sword with his chest. No one could have thought of this move, and no one would use their own flesh and blood to resist the sword's edge. But the man in white used himself as a weapon. Xin Si's face changed, and he pulled out his sword vigorously, but the blade was clearly pinched by the opponent's ribs. When he was about to withdraw his hand, the sword of the man in white stabbed towards him silently, like a gentle girl slowly inserting a flower into a vase, slowly piercing the blade of the sword into his chest . He didn't even feel the pain, just a chill in his chest. Then his whole body suddenly became cold. Blood sprayed out like red flowers, they stood facing each other, you looked at me, I looked at you. The man in white still had no expression on his face, but Xin Si's face was distorted and deformed by fear. Although his swordsmanship is much higher than Tong Yang's, and his shots are much faster than the man in white, the result is the same. The battle was suddenly over. Tong Tongshan suddenly stood up, sat down again, his face was completely pale. It's not that he hasn't seen killing people, nor has he seen people being killed, but he has never thought that killing people is such a tragic and terrible thing. To kill or to be killed is equally tragic, equally terrible. He suddenly felt nauseous. Mo Bai stared at him, and said coldly: "If you want to kill someone, others can kill you too. You must believe this lesson by now." Tong Tongshan nodded slowly, without saying anything, because he had nothing to say at all. Mo Bai said: "It seems that you should also understand that killing and being killed are often equally painful." Tong Tongshan admitted that he had no choice but to admit it. Mo Bai said: "Then why do you still want to kill people?" Tong Tongshan frowned, and suddenly said: "I just want to understand, what are you doing this for?" Mo Bai said: "No reason." Tong Tongshan said: "Didn't Lao Du find you here?" Mo Bai said: "No, I don't recognize you, nor him." Tong Tongshan said: "But, you don't hesitate to die for him." Mo Bai said: "We didn't die for him, we died because we wanted others to live." He looked at the corpses in the pool of blood, and said: "Although these people are dead, there are at least thirty people who can live because of their deaths. Besides, they don't have to die in the first place." Tong Tongshan looked at him in surprise, and said, "Are you really from Qingcheng?" Mo Bai said: "You don't believe it?" Tong Tongshan really didn't believe it, he just thought that these people should have come from hell. There shouldn't be such a person in the world. Mo Bai said: "You have promised?" Tong Tongshan said: "Promise what?" Mo Bai said: "Turn hostility into treasure." Tong Tongshan suddenly sighed and said, "It's a pity that even if I agree, it's useless." Mo Bai said: "Why?" Tong Tongshan said: "Because there is someone who will never agree." Mo Bai said: "Who?" Tong Tongshan said: "Master Wei Ba!" Mo Bai said: "You might as well tell him to come to me." Tong Tongshan said: "Where can I find it?" Mo Bai's indifferent eyes suddenly looked into the distance, and after a long time, he said slowly: "In Chang'an City, the plum blossoms in Lengxiang Garden must have bloomed by now..." When Grandpa Wei Ba is in a good mood, he will smile like ordinary people, pat you on the shoulder, and tell jokes that he thinks he is proud of. But when he's angry, he's different from anyone you've ever known. His usually flushed face would suddenly look like a hungry and angry lion, and his eyes would have a fierce and terrible light like a lion. He seemed to have turned into an angry lion, ready to grab anyone who offended him, tear him into pieces, and swallow them piece by piece. Now is his time to be angry. Tong Tongshan frowned, standing in front of him, this powerful martial arts tycoon, now seemed to have suddenly turned into a lamb, not even daring to breathe. Grandpa Wei Ba glared at him with red eyes, gritted his teeth and said, "You say that bastard whore is called Mo Bai?" Tong Tongshan said: "Yes." Grandpa Wei Ba said: "You said he came from Qingcheng?" Tong Tongshan said: "Yes." Grandpa Wei Ba said: "Other than that, you don't know anything else." Tong Tongshan lowered his head even lower and said, "Yes." Grandpa Wei Ba roared like an angry lion in his throat: "That son of a bitch killed my two apprentices, but you don't even know his origin, you still have the face to come to see me, I'll die, kiss me!" Grandma." He jumped up from the chair suddenly, rushed over, grabbed Tong Tongshan's skirt, tore it in two, and then turned it back and forth, giving Tong Tongshan seventeen or eight scratches. The corner of Tong Tongshan's mouth was bleeding from the beating, but he didn't seem to have any expression of anger and pain. Instead, he seemed to feel very happy and at ease. Because he knew that the more Master Wei Ba beat and scolded more fiercely, he said that he still regarded him as one of his own. As long as Grandpa Wei Ba treats him as one of his own, his life will be taken back. If Master Wei Ba had been polite to him, he would never have gotten out of this room alive today. After seventeen or eight slaps, Grandpa Wei Ba gave him another kick in the stomach. Although Tong Tongshan had been beaten bloody and sweaty, he still stood there obediently, not even daring to move. Grandpa Wei Ba finally took a breath, glared at him and roared angrily: "Do you know that the fourth son and the others are going to help you kill someone?" Tong Tongshan said: "I know." Grandpa Wei Ba said: "Now they have been killed, but you came back alive and kicking, what kind of thing are you?" Tong Tongshan said: "I'm not a thing, but I dare not not come back." Grandpa Wei Ba said: "You bastard, don't you dare not come back? Don't you run away with your tail between your legs, so as not to make my old man look angry." Tong Tongshan said: "I also know that you old man will be angry, so if you want to beat and kill you, I have nothing to say, but if you want me to run away with your old man on my back, I will not die." Grandpa Wei Ba stared at him, suddenly laughed, and said: "Okay, there is a kind." He put his arms around Tong Tongshan's shoulders, and said with a big smile, "Look, everyone, this is my good son. You should all learn from him. What are you afraid of if you do something wrong? If you do something wrong, even I, Wei Tianpeng, have done something wrong, let alone others." When he smiled, the dozen or so people in the hall immediately breathed a sigh of relief. Grandpa Wei Ba said: "Does any of you know what that bitch Mo Bai is?" Although this sentence was addressed to everyone, his eyes were only fixed on one person. This man has a fair face and two mustaches. He looks very refined and kind. Those who don't know him, no one can see that this gentle white-faced scholar is the number one most feared person in Wei Batai's family, the "iron awl" Han Zhen who is famous for both black and white. He is indeed like an iron awl, no matter how hard your shell is, he can drill you out of a big hole. But it seemed that he was definitely a gentle and friendly person, with a serene smile on his face and a slow and steady voice. After making sure that no one else answered this question, he slowly said: "Many years ago, there was a family named Mo who lived in seclusion in Qingcheng Mountain to avoid disaster. Mo Bai may belong to this family." Wei Tianpeng laughed again, looked around disdainfully, and said with a big laugh, "I've said it long ago, this kid doesn't seem to know anything about the world." Han Zhen smiled and said, "But I don't know where they hide, but they have to go out of the mountain every three to five years." Wei Tianpeng said: "What are you doing here?" Han Zhen said, "Mind your own business." Master Wei Ba's face sank again, he never liked meddling people. Han Zhendao: "They can't ignore their own business, because they claim to be the descendants of Mo Di, disciples of the Mo family, and they cannot be hermits who are alone." Wei Tianpeng frowned and said, "What kind of thing is Mo Di?" Han Zhen said lightly, "He is not a thing, but a person." Wei Tianpeng laughed instead, not many people dared to contradict him in front of him. Just like most people who are called "Grandfathers", occasionally he likes to be contradicted by others. Han Zhendao: "Mo Zhai is Mozi. The spirit of the Mohist school is to be anxious about others' difficulties, and even go through fire and water without hesitation. Therefore, the disciples of the Mohist school must not be hermits, but can only be righteous men." Wei Tianpeng lowered his face again, and said, "Could it be that bastard Mo Bai is also a righteous man?" Han Zhen smiled and said, "There are many kinds of righteous men." Wei Tianpeng said: "Oh?" Han Zhendao: "There is a kind of righteous man who seems to do things with a high-sounding appearance, but in fact they have ulterior motives behind the scenes." Wei Tianpeng said: "This kind of righteous man is easy to deal with." Han Zhen said: "How to deal with it?" Wei Tianpeng said: "If you kill one, you will lose one." Han Zhen said: "I can't kill you." Wei Tianpeng said: "Why can't it be slaughtered?" Han Zhendao: "A righteous man is just like a gentleman, no matter whether he is true or false, he cannot be slaughtered." Wei Tianpeng laughed out loud and said, "That's right, if you kill them, someone will definitely say that you are a heartless villain." Han Zhen said: "So they can't kill it." Wei Tianpeng stared and said: "Of course I can't kill them. Whoever wants to kill them, I will kill him first." Han Zhendao: "Besides, it's not easy to kill them." Wei Tianpeng said: "Then the bastard really has two tricks?" Han Zhendao: "Maybe he is not scary, what is scary is the dead soil under his hands." Han Zhen said again: "The dead soil means that these people are always ready to die for him." Wei Tianpeng said: "Those people don't want their lives?" Han Zhen nodded and said, "People who don't want their lives are the most terrifying people, and those who don't want their lives are the most terrifying martial arts." Wei Tianpeng was waiting for his explanation. Han Zhendao: "Because if you kill him, he can also kill you." Wei Tianpeng was obviously not satisfied with this explanation. Han Zhendao: "Even though your strike is faster than him, when you kill him, he can still kill you, because he doesn't want to dodge at all when you cut him down with a knife, so the moment your blade cut into his flesh, he There has been enough time to kill you." Wei Tianpeng walked over suddenly, patted him on the shoulder hard, and said, "Well said! It makes sense." Han Zhen looked at him and understood what he meant. Not enemies, but friends. If I can't kill you, I'll make you my friend. This is not only Wei Tianpeng's principle, but also the common principle of all martial arts heroes throughout the ages. For people like them, this principle is undoubtedly absolutely correct. Han Zhendao: "Boss Tong said that they are going to Chang'an City." Wei Tianpeng nodded slowly, and said, "I heard that Lengxiangyuan is a good place, and I've wanted to visit it for a long time." Han Zhendao: "Lengxiang Garden covers an area of ​​1,000 acres, with thousands of plum blossoms planted. Now is the time when the plum blossoms are at their most beautiful, so..." Wei Tianpeng said: "So what?" Han Zhendao: "Since we're going, why don't we simply take over the whole place." Wei Tianpeng said: "It makes sense." Han Zhendao: "When Mo Bai is gone, we will invite him well and let him see the scene of Master Wei. If he is not an idiot, he will not be against us in the future." Wei Tianpeng said: "Is he an idiot?" Han Zhen said, "Of course not." Wei Tianpeng clapped his palms and laughed loudly, "Okay, good idea." The corridor is very quiet, and plum blossoms are also planted outside the corridor. Tong Tongshan and Han Zhen walked slowly on the corridor. They were old friends, but they hadn't seen each other for many years. The wind is very cold, and the cold wind is full of the aroma of plum blossoms. Tong Tongshan stopped suddenly, stared at Han Zhen and said, "Is there something that always feels strange to me?" Han Zhen said, "What's the matter?" Tong Tongshan said: "Why does the old man think it's a good idea as long as you say it?" Han Zhen smiled and said, "Because that was his idea, I just spoke out for him." Tong Tongshan said: "Since it was his idea, why did you say it?" Han Zhen pondered: "How long have you been with the old man?" Tong Tongshan said: "It's been more than ten years." Han Zhen said: "What kind of person do you think he is?" Tong Tongshan hesitated and said, "What do you think?" Han Zhendao: "I think you must think that he is very rough, very irritable, and never knows how to use scheming." Tong Tongshan said: "Isn't he?" Han Zhendao: "In the past, the Eight Great Masters of the Central Plains ruled the world. Everyone thought that the most shrewd one was Liu Sanye, the most powerful was Li Qiye, and the most ignorant one was Wei Baye." Tong Tongshan said: "I've heard of it too." Han Zhen smiled and said: "But now the most shrewd Third Master Liu and the most powerful Li Qiye are both dead, while the most ignorant Eighth Master Wei is still alive and living a very good life." Tong Tongshan also laughed, and suddenly he understood what Han Zhen meant. Only those who can pretend to be confused and are willing to pretend to be confused are the most shrewd and powerful. Tong Tongshan suddenly sighed again, and said, "Unfortunately, it's not easy to pretend to be confused." Han Zhen said, "It's not true." Tong Tongshan said: "It seems that you won't pretend to be confused." Han Zhen smiled wryly, "Even if I'm really confused now, I can't show it." Tong Tongshan said: "Why?" Han Zhendao: "Because there must be a shrewd person next to a foolish person, and now I'm pretending to be this shrewd person." Tong Tongshan said: "So as long as you say it, the old man thinks it's a good idea." Han Zhendao: "Even if it turns out that it wasn't a good idea, it's me who was wrong, not the old man." Tong Tongshan said: "So it's you who others hate, not the old man." Han Zhen sighed, and said, "So you should understand now why smart people always die very early." Tong Tongshan suddenly smiled, and said: "But there are kind of people who must die earlier than smart people." Han Zhen said, "What kind of person?" Tong Tongshan said: "Those who oppose the old man." Han Zhen also smiled and said, "So I have always sympathized with this kind of people. It is really not easy for them to live." Feng Liu walked slowly along a snow-covered path, looked from a distance, and saw the plum blossoms that were shining like flames in Lengxiang Garden. "Go and seal up Lengxiangyuan, and drive out all the guests who originally lived there, whether they are alive or dead." This is the order of the Eighth Master Wei, and it is also the typical method of the Eighth Master Wei to issue orders. He only sends you to do one thing, and he wants you to succeed. As for how you do it, he doesn't care at all, let alone how difficult it is. All difficulties must be overcome by yourself. If you cannot overcome them, you are not worthy of being a disciple of Grandpa Wei Ba. Feng Liu came by order. He had always been a cautious man, very cautious. He has carefully thought through all possible difficulties. Passing through this snow-covered path is the porter of Lengxiangyuan. The steward on duty is usually in the porter. He hopes that the steward is a smart person. Smart people know that Master Wei Ba's request cannot be refused. Leng Xiangyuan's manager on duty today is a middle-aged man in his thirties. Although he doesn't look very smart, he is not stupid either. "My son, Yang Xuan, whether you come to enjoy the flowers and drink wine, or want to linger here for a few days, just give orders." Feng Liu's answer was direct and short: "We're going to take it all down here." Yang Xuan seemed surprised, but he still smiled and said, "There are twenty-one yards, fourteen buildings, seven halls, twenty-eight flower halls, and more than two hundred guest rooms. You want to rent them all?" Feng Liudao: "Yes." Yang Xuan pondered, and said: "How many people do you want to come, Young Master?" Feng Liudao: "Even if only one person comes, we must all be covered." Yang Xuan's face darkened, and he said coldly: "Then it depends on who it is." Feng Liudao: "It's Mr. Wei Ba." Yang Xuan moved his face and said: "Master Wei Ba, the Master Wei Ba of Baoding Mansion?" Feng Liu nodded, feeling very satisfied in his heart. After all, there are very few people who don't know the name of Grandpa Wei Ba. Yang Xuan looked at him, a sly smile suddenly appeared in his eyes, and said: "I dare not disobey the orders of Mr. Wei Ba, but..." Feng Liudao: "But how?" Yang Xuan said: "Just now a guest officer wanted to lease this place, and offered a high price of 1,000 taels of silver a day, I haven't agreed yet, if I agree to you son, how can I explain to that guest officer?" Feng Liu frowned and said, "Where is that person?" Yang Xuan didn't answer, but looked over his shoulder. Feng Liu turned around, and saw a completely expressionless face that was blue and white. A man was standing in the corner of the room behind him, wearing a thin white linen shirt, with a straw mat on his back, and a short staff in his hand. When Feng Liu came in just now, he didn't see this person, and now this person doesn't seem to see him either, with a pair of cold, expressionless eyes, as if staring into the distance. All the people and all the things in this world seem to be ignored by him.All he cared about seemed to be an illusory place in the distance.Only there can he find true peace and well-being. Feng Liu only took one look, then turned around.He already knew who this person was, and he didn't want to look too closely, let alone talk to this person.He knew it would be a very stupid thing to say anything to this man. There was still that sly smile in Yang Xuan's eyes. Feng Liu smiled and said, "Are you in business?" Yang Xuan said: "I'm a businessman at first." Feng Liudao: "What is the purpose of doing business?" Yang Xuan smiled and said, "Of course it's for making money." Feng Liudao: "Okay, I'll give you 1,500 taels of silver a day, and I'll give you another 1,000 taels of rebate." He knew that negotiating a deal with a businessman was far easier than negotiating a deal with a desperate person. After many years under Grandpa Wei Ba, he has learned how to make correct judgments and choices. Yang Xuan was obviously moved, but he heard the man in white say coldly: "I'll pay 1,500 taels, plus this." Feng Liu felt a sudden cold wind of blades passing by behind him, and couldn't help turning his head.The man in white had already pulled out the thin knife from the short stick, and with a backhand slash, he cut off a piece of bloody flesh between the thighs, and slowly put it on the table, his face was still expressionless, as if he didn't feel any pain at all. Looking at him, Feng Liu could already feel the corners of his eyes twitching. After a long time, he said slowly, "I can afford this price." The man in white only glanced at him with a pair of indifferent and empty eyes, then stared into the distance again. Feng Liu slowly drew out the dagger, and cut off a piece of flesh between his buttocks.He cut slowly and carefully, as he always does in everything he does.Although it was painful to cut off the flesh, it would be even more painful if Master Wei Ba's order could not be fulfilled.This time his judgment and choice were equally correct, perhaps he had no choice at all. Two pieces of bloody meat were placed on the table, and Yang Xuan had already softened. The man in white looked at Feng Liu again, and suddenly swung his knife, cutting off one of his ears. Feng Liu only felt that his arms were stiff. He cut off other people's ears, and at that time he only felt a kind of cruel pleasure, but cutting his own ears was another matter.He could have killed the man in white with a knife, but he did not forget what Han Zhen said. ——Even if your shot is faster than him, when you kill him, he can still kill you. Most prudent people value their own lives.冯六是个谨慎的人，他慢慢的抬起头，割下了自己的耳朵，割得更慢，更仔细。 白衣人的肩上已被他自己的鲜血染红，一双冷漠空洞的眼睛里，竟忽然露出种残酷快意的表情，冯六的这只耳朵，就好像是他割下来的一样。 两只血淋淋的耳朵放在桌上，杨轩似已连站都站不住了。 白衣人望望冯六耳畔流下的鲜血，冷冷道：“这价钱你也出得起？” 他突然挥刀，向自己左腕上砍了下去。 冯六的心也已随他这一刀沉下。就在这时，他忽然感觉到一阵风吹过，风中仿佛带着种奇异的香气。然后他就看见了一个人。 a woman. 一眼看过去，冯六只觉得自己从来也没有看过这么美丽的女人。她好像是被这阵风吹进来的。 白衣人看见她时，立刻就发觉自己握刀的手已被她托着。 她也正在微笑着，看着他，多么温柔而甜蜜，说话的声音也同样甜蜜：“刀砍在肉上，是会疼的。” 白衣人冷冷道：“这不是你的肉。” 这美丽的女人柔声道：“虽然不是我的肉，我也一样会心疼。” 她春笋般的纤纤手指轻轻一拂，就好像在为她的情人从瓶中摘下一朵鲜花。 白衣人就发觉自己手里的刀，忽然已到了她的手里。 百炼精钢的快刀，薄而锋利。 她十指纤纤，轻轻一拗，又仿佛在拗断花枝，只听“咔”的一声，这柄百炼精钢的快刀，竟已被她拗断了一截。 “何况，这地方我早已包下来了，你们又何必争来争去？” 她嘴里说着话，竟将拗断的那一截钢刀，用两根手指拈起，放在嘴里，慢慢地吞了下去。然后她美丽的脸上就露出种满意的表情，像是刚吞下一颗美味的糖果一样。 冯六怔住。他几乎不能相信自己的眼睛，甚至连白衣人的眼睛里也不禁露出了惊吓之色。世上怎么可能有这么奇怪的事，这么可怕的武功？她难道就不怕刀锋割烂她的肠胃。 这美丽的女人却又将钢刀拗下一块，吞了下去，轻轻叹了口气，微笑着道：“这把刀倒真不错，非但钢质很好，炼得也很纯，比我昨天吃的那把刀滋味好多了。” 冯六忍不住的道：“你天天吃刀？” 这美丽的女人道：“吃得并不多，每天只吃三柄，刀剑也跟猪肉一样，若是吃得太多了，肠胃会不舒服的。” 冯六直着眼睛看着她。他很少在美丽的女人面前失态，但现在他已完全没法子控制自己。 这美丽的女人看着他，又道：“像你手里这把刀，就不太好吃了。” 冯六又忍不住问：“为什么？” 她笑了笑，淡淡道：“你这把刀以前杀的人太多了，血腥味太重。” 白衣人看着她，突然转过头，大步走了出去。他不怕死，可是要他将一柄钢刀拗成一块块吞下去，他根本就做不到。没有人能做得到，这根本就是件不可思议的事。 她又笑了笑，道：“看来他已不想跟我争了，你呢？” 冯六不开口，他根本无法开口。 这美丽的女人道：“男子汉大丈夫，无论跟女人争什么，就算争赢了，也不是件光荣的事，你说对不对。” 冯六终于叹了口气，道：“请教尊姓大名，在下回去也好交待。” 她也叹了口气，道：“我只不过是个丫头，你问出我名字，也没用的。” 这个风华绝代，美艳照人，武功更深不可测的女人，竟只不过是个丫头。 她的主人又是个什么样的人物？ “你不妨回去转告卫八爷，就说这地方已被南海娘子包下来了，他老人家若是有空，随时都可以请过来玩几天。” 冯六道：“南海娘子？” 这美丽的女人点点头，道：“南海娘子就是我的主人，你回去告诉卫八爷，他一定知道的。”