dusk. Nine weird men suddenly appeared on Shiban Street, wearing jute blouses, multi-eared hemp shoes, a golden ring the size of a bowl hanging from the left ear, and crimson messy hair scattered over their shoulders like flames. These nine people were tall and short, old and young, and although their appearances were different, they all had death-like expressions on their faces. When they walked, their shoulders did not bend, their knees did not bend, and they looked like zombies. They walked slowly down the long street, and as soon as they passed, all sounds stopped immediately, even the cry of the child was frightened and suddenly stopped.

At the end of the street, on a three-foot-high flagpole, four large lanterns were raised. Vermilion lanterns, black characters. "Fengyun Inn". Nine weird men with red hair and yellow shirts walked to the door of the inn and stopped. One of them took off the gold ring on his ear, waved his hand, and nailed it to the stone wall next to the black-painted gate. Sparks flew everywhere, and the golden ring was actually embedded in the stone. The second person pulled up a bunch of red hair on his shoulder with his left hand, and slashed his right palm lightly, like a blade. He tied the bunch of red hair cut off by the edge of his palm on the golden ring, and the nine of them continued to move forward.

The red hair was flying in the wind like flames, but these nine people had disappeared into the twilight. At this moment, eight healthy horses came galloping in the twilight, their hoofs trampling on the stone-paved street, like heavy rain knocking on the window, and war drums thundering. Immediately, all of them wore green cloth arrow jackets, green handkerchiefs to their heads, pointed shoes on their feet, and leggings tied with waves. All of them looked fierce and agile. Eight horses galloped by in front of Fengyun Inn, and eight people waved their hands at the same time. The light of the knife flashed like lightning, and there was another sound of "snatching", and there were already eight sharp steel knives on the flagpole as thick as a sea bowl.

The handle of the knife was still trembling, and the red silk knife coat on the handle was rolled up with a "huh". The eight horses were nowhere to be seen. The twilight was thicker, and there was another sound of hoofbeats on the street, which seemed to be more urgent and denser than when the eight horsemen came galloping. But only one horse came. A white horse, from head to tail, could not see the slightest variegation. When it came to the door of the inn, it suddenly neighed and stood up. Only then did everyone see clearly that the person on the horse was a big bearded man with his upper body naked, and his black flesh seemed to be made of iron.

The big man reined in his horse, saw the golden ring with red hair on the side of the door, and also saw the eight knives on the flagpole, suddenly sneered, jumped off the saddle, and held the horse's legs with his left and right hands. He only heard him exhale and roar like a thunderbolt, he lifted the horse high and sent it to the eaves of the door. The white horse neighed again, its mane fluttering, but its four legs seemed to have been nailed to the eaves of the door, without moving. The bearded man looked up to the sky with a long laugh, strode away, and disappeared in an instant, leaving only a white horse standing alone in the evening clouds and west wind, which was even more indescribably strange.

There was no one to be seen on the long street, and the doors of every house were closed. There was no one in the Fengyun Inn. The guests who were originally staying at the inn had already slipped through the back door when they saw this golden ring and eight steel knives.The white horse still stood motionless in the west wind, as if carved out of stone. At this time, on the quiet long street, suddenly another middle-aged scribe Shi Shiran, in a blue shirt and white socks, walked over with a pale face. His expression seemed to be very leisurely, but his eyes were shining brightly. With his hands behind his back, Shi Shiran walked to the door of the inn, looked up, and sighed: "What a horse! It's a good horse! It's a pity that the master is ruthless and wronged you." He raised his hands behind his back suddenly, The long sleeves were rolled up, causing a gust of wind.

The white horse was frightened, neighed again, and jumped down from the eaves of the door. The middle-aged scribe put his hands together, and actually supported the horse's belly, put the horse on the ground gently, patted the horse's belly, and said: "Go back and bring your master, and say that there is a good friend waiting for him here." .” The white horse seemed to understand people's wishes, and immediately spread its hooves and galloped away. The middle-aged scribe casually pulled off the golden ring on the side of the door, walked into the inn, and knocked on the flagpole.

The eight steel knives immediately fell down at the same time. The middle-aged scribe rolled up his long sleeves again, he had rolled up the eight knives in his sleeves, and said in a deep voice, "Where is the flag in hand?" A thin figure suddenly appeared from the inn, and climbed up the flagpole like an ape. In the blink of an eye, the figure was already on the pole. Immediately, a large flag flew out from the head of the club. On the snow-white flag, embroidered with a black dragon with teeth and claws, it seems that it will also fly away through the clouds. night. No stars, no moon, dark clouds and high winds.

The yard was brightly lit, and there was a table of wine. The middle-aged scholar was chanting in a low voice, pouring himself a drink, suddenly raised his glass, smiled at a big banyan tree outside the courtyard, and said: "I have heard for a long time that the leader of Miao Gang has the power of Jiang Hai, since he has come, why don't you come?" Come down for a drink?" In the thick shade of the banyan tree, there was a strange laughter like a night owl immediately, a figure shot down like an arrow, and landed on the ground, but it was as light as four taels of cotton.

This man has a lion nose and a wide mouth, with red hair all over his head, but he wears three gold rings on his earlobes. The man has fallen, and the gold rings are still jingling. He is the head of the red-haired gang, " "Fire God" Miao Shaotian. There seemed to be flames burning in his eyes, staring at the middle-aged scribe, he said in a deep voice, "Your Excellency is the Master Gongsun of the Azure Dragon Club?" The middle-aged scribe cupped his fists and said, "It's Gongsun Jing." Miao Shaotian's owl-like laughter resounded again, and he laughed loudly: "As expected, he is indeed the number one person in the Azure Dragon Society, such a pair of moves."

Hearing the sound of horseshoes suddenly, they came galloping like raindrops. Miao Shaotian frowned with thick flame-like eyebrows, and said, "Xiao Zhangsan is also here, and he came really fast." The sound of horseshoes suddenly stopped, and one person laughed loudly: "Who in the Jianghu dares to delay the date of Boss Qinglong?" Amidst the loud laughter, a person had entered over the wall. He was dressed in a snow-white urgent suit, and the skirt was opened specially to reveal a solid and strong chest, but it was whiter than the clothes. Miao Shaotian raised his thumb and laughed loudly: "What a white horse, Xiao Zhangsan. I haven't seen you for a few years. Why do you grow younger and more beautiful? If Lao Miao had a daughter, he would definitely choose you as his son-in-law." .” The white horse Zhang San said lightly: "Even if you have a daughter, no one would dare to take it." Miao Shaotian stared, "Why?" The white horse Zhang Sandao said: "With your majesty's appearance, the daughter born must not be much better." Miao Shaotian stared at him for a long time, and said: "Today we are specialized in business, so don't worry if you want to fight." The white horse Zhang San said: "Want to drink?" Miao Shaotian laughed loudly and said, "The more urgent the better. Come on, let's first offer three cups to Hall Master Gongsun." Gongsun Jing smiled and said: "I don't drink well, why don't I toast the three of you first." Miao Shaotian frowned again and said, "Three?" A person on the opposite roof laughed and said: "Since the red hair from the river east and the white horse from the west of the river have already arrived, how dare Zhao come late?" Miao Shaotian said: "Taihang Zhao Yidao?" He no longer had to wait for an answer. He has seen a sharp knife, a sharp knife! There is no scabbard. The bright knife was stuck in his red belt. A green cloth arrow jacket, a green handkerchief covering the head, and a belt cloth redder than Miao Shaotian's hair, which happened to match his blood-red saber jacket. Gongsun Jing's eyes were like his knives, scraping across their faces like knives, and said slowly: "Qinglonghui sent out twelve invitation cards, but only three of them arrived tonight, and there are nine more, could it be that they won't come anymore?" gone?" Zhao Yidao said: "Okay, let's ask simply." Gongsun Jing said: "The three of you have traveled thousands of miles, of course they didn't come to listen to nonsense." Zhao Yidao said: "Indeed it is not." Miao Shaotian grinned grimly and said: "There are still nine guests, at least three of them will not come." Zhao Yidao said: "There are six." Miao Shaotian said: "I made people from Qingzhu Gang, Tiehuanmen and Taiyuan Li's family." Zhao Yidao said: "Three friends from Twelve Links, Changjiang Waterway, and Chenzhou Yanjiaquan suddenly got a strange disease on the way, and had a splitting headache, so..." Miao Shaotian said: "So what?" Zhao Yidao said: "Their heads don't hurt anymore." Miao Shaotian said: "Who cured them?" Zhao Yidao said: "Me." Miao Shaotian said, "How did you cure it?" Zhao Yidao said: "I cut off their heads." He smiled lightly and said, "No matter whose head is cut off, it won't hurt anymore." Miao Shaotian laughed loudly and said, "Good way, really happy." The white horse Zhang San suddenly said: "The two seniors from Wanzhu Villa and Feiyutang may not be able to come either." Miao Shaotian said: "Oh?" The white horse Zhang San said: "They are all asleep, and they are sleeping very deeply." Miao Shaotian asked, "Where do you sleep?" The white horse Zhang Sandao said: "The bottom of Dongting Lake." Miao Shaotian laughed loudly and said: "Wonderful, not only is it cool to sleep there, but it will never be woken up." The white horse Zhang San said indifferently: "I have always taken good care of the martial arts seniors." Zhao Yidao said: "The people who should come must have already come, but I don't know where the goods from the Azure Dragon Club are?" Gongsun Jing smiled and said, "Okay, let's ask straightforwardly." Zhao Yidao said: "The hall master specially invited us here, of course it's not to listen to nonsense." Gongsun Jing nodded slowly and said, "It's not true." Zhao Yidao said: "Does the hall master want to hear our price first?" Gongsun Jing said: "There is no hurry now." Zhao Yidao said: "What are you waiting for?" Gongsun Jing said: "It's not easy for us to get this batch of goods. We always hope that there will be more bidders, so the price will be higher." Miao Shaotian stared and said, "Hall master still waiting for someone?" Gongsun Jing said: "Don't forget that there are still nine guests coming to this hall, but your Excellencies only killed eight of them." Miao Shaotian said: "Who is the other person?" Gongsun Jing smiled and said: "He is a person whose head neither hurts nor falls asleep." Miao Shaotian sneered and said: "To be honest, the Chifa gang is bound to win this batch of goods. No matter who comes, it will be useless." The white horse Zhang San said coldly: "Qinglong Club has always done business fairly, as long as the price of the red hair gang is high, the goods will naturally go to the red hair gang." Miao Shaotian sternly said: "Could it be that you still want to rush to bid?" The white horse Zhang San said: "Otherwise why would I come?" Miao Shaotian suddenly stood up and stared at him, the gold rings on his ears were jingling again. Hearing the hissing of a car suddenly, a gorgeous cart with six horses was parked outside the door. Four burly men with chests and bellies stepped over the shaft of the car, jumped down, bowed and opened the door. After a long while, a white-faced, beardless, bloated, fat man came out of the carriage panting. He hadn't walked three steps away, and he was panting like a cow with exhaustion. Behind him was a tall and thin man in black, following him closely like a shadow, with a scorched yellow face and sunken eyes, he looked like a consumptive man, but his steps were very light and strong, There was a pair of shining iron objects hanging on it, and upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a pair of curved swords. This kind of outer weapon is not only difficult to practice, but also not easy to forge.There are not many people who use this kind of weapon in Jianghu, and nine out of ten people who can use this kind of weapon are masters. Miao Shaotian, Zhao Yidao, and Baima Zhangsan, three pairs of sharp eyes immediately stared at the pair of curved swords. The white horse Zhang San frowned, and said in a deep voice, "Who is this person?" Gongsun Jing said: "Young Master Zhu from Wanjintang in Suzhou." The white horse Zhang San said: "Where's his bodyguard?" Gongsun Jing smiled and said, "I'm afraid he's just a bodyguard." The white horse Zhang San pondered, then suddenly turned to Zhao Yidao, and asked, "Did he come from your road?" Zhao Yidao said: "It seems to be." The white horse Zhang San said: "Why doesn't his head hurt?" Zhao Yidao said: "Even if he has a headache, I can't cure it." The white horse Zhang San said: "Why?" Zhao Yidao said indifferently: "His head is too big." First Young Master Zhu had already sat down, but he was still wiping his sweat and panting. He only walked twenty or thirty steps in total, but it looked as if he had just climbed seven or eight mountains. The man in black still stuck behind him like a shadow, never leaving him.A pair of dry and thin hands like eagle claws never left the pair of strange curved swords at his waist. There was a strange irony in his deep sunken black eyes, as if he was laughing at these people in front of him, why did they come all this way in vain. The lanterns of Fengyun Inn swayed in the wind, and the golden ring on Miao Shaotian's ear was still jingling. The white horse Zhang San seemed to feel a little chill, and quietly tightened his open skirt. Zhao Yidao was looking at the wine glass in front of him and pondering, as if he had a big problem in his heart for him to make a decision. No one spoke because there was hostility to each other. But Gongsun Jing obviously appreciated their hostility, heaved a long sigh of relief, and said with a smile: "Even though the four of you don't know each other, they must be well-known to each other, so I don't need to introduce you anymore." Miao Shaotian said: "It's really not necessary." The white horse Zhang San said: "We didn't come here to make friends." Miao Shaotian stared at him sideways, and said, "Even if we were friends, because of this batch of goods, we are no longer friends." The white horse Zhang San sneered and said, "Miao Gangzhu has always been a sensible person." Miao Shaotian also sneered twice, and said: "Now that everyone is here, where are the goods?" Gongsun Jing said: "Of course there are goods, but..." Miao Shaotian said: "How about it?" Gongsun Jing said: "Qinglong knows how to do business, and has always been well-behaved. What he pays attention to is fair play and cash transactions." Miao Shaotian said: "Good!" As soon as he clapped his hands, those nine sackclothed and red-haired strange men suddenly appeared from the darkness. Each of them was carrying a sackcloth bag, which was obviously heavy. At this time, there was another sound of heavy footsteps at the door, and the big bearded man held a large iron box high in both hands, and walked in step by step, his black iron-like muscles bulged out one by one, and every time he stepped on it, there was an extra one on the ground. Very deep footprints. Gongsun Jing smiled and said: "The golden ring is inserted into the wall, and the white horse is Xiaofeng. When I see you next time, I will know that the red-haired nine masters and the vajra warriors have come." The white horse Zhang San said: "Don't forget that there is also Ji Feng Ba Dao." Zhao Yidao finally raised his head and smiled, saying: "Hedong red hair, Hexi white horse, all rich and powerful, how dare Taihang Kuaidao come to fight for the front, this batch of goods, we brothers will give up." Miao Shaotian looked up and laughed wildly: "Okay, Boss Zhao really understands." His laughter suddenly stopped, he stared at First Young Master Zhu like a flame, and said in a deep voice, "But I don't know what the young master of Wanjintang wants?" Young Master Zhu's panting finally stopped, and he was staring at his hands, just like a teenager looking at the hands of his first love. But he still answered what Miao Shaotian asked him, and he asked back: "What are you asking me for?" Miao Shaotian said: "Hmph." Young Master Zhu said: "I have no objection, I've always been too lazy to use my brain." An angry look appeared on Miao Shaotian's face, and he said, "No objection? Is there any gold?" Young Master Zhu said: "Yes." Miao Shaotian said: "How much did you bring?" First Young Master Zhu said: "Do you want to see it?" Miao Shaotian said: "Cash transactions have always been emphasized here." Young Master Zhu said: "You have already seen it." Miao Shaotian said, "Where is it?" Young Master Zhu said: "What I say is cash." Miao Shaotian's face darkened, and he said: "So as much as you say, it counts as much?" Young Master Zhu said: "Not bad." Miao Shaotian said: "If I bid one hundred thousand, you say one hundred thousand and one hundred taels?" Young Master Zhu said: "You really are a sensible person." Miao Shaotian's gaze suddenly moved to the pair of curved swords. The nine sackclothed and red-haired weirdos quietly moved their bodies and surrounded First Young Master Zhu. Young Master Zhu was still staring at his hands, as if there was nothing worth looking at in the world other than these hands. Suddenly there was a sound of "ding", the golden rings struck each other, and Miao Shaotian's hand had already grabbed the arc-shaped sword. He was quick and accurate. It never occurred to him that there were hands that were faster than his own—fat, well-maintained hands. His hands hadn't put on the curved sword, but these hands had already untied the golden rings on his ears. The golden rings hit each other, and there was another "ding". Miao Shaotian turned over in the air and retreated two feet. The man in black was still stuck behind First Young Master Zhu like a shadow, motionless. First Young Master Zhu was still staring at his hand, but there were already a pair of golden rings in his hand. The white horse Zhang San's face also changed. Zhao Yidao looked at the wine glass in front of him, suddenly sighed softly, and said, "Do you understand what I mean?" The white horse Zhang San said: "What do you mean?" Zhao Yidao said: "Even if he has a headache, I can't cure it." The white horse Zhang San also couldn't help sighing slightly, and murmured: "That's right, his head is really too big." Gongsun Jing smiled again, and said slowly: "Since everyone has brought cash, you might as well go to see the goods now." Miao Shaotian's eyes were full of red threads, staring at First Young Master Zhu. Young Master Zhu said leisurely: "That's right, it's better to see the goods first, maybe I may not be willing to bid yet." He put the gold ring in his hand on the table, took out a white silk scarf, wiped his hands carefully, and then stood up slowly, saying: "Please, please lead the way." Gongsun Jing said: "Please, please come with me." He was the first to walk towards the inn, and First Young Master Zhu slowly followed behind, as if he was panting again. The man in black still followed him every step of the way. Now, the white horse Zhang San finally understood why there was that strange mocking look in his eyes. It was not others he was laughing at, but himself. Because only I understand that the people he is protecting don't need him to protect at all. Miao Shaotian walked last, clutching the pair of gold rings tightly in his hands, with bulging veins on the back of his hands. He shouldn't have come, but he had to. That batch of goods seemed to have a strange suction, sucking his footsteps step by step. Until the last moment, he would never give up any chance. The stone steps were originally upward, but suddenly they sank downward, revealing a dark tunnel. At the entrance of the tunnel, there are two people standing like stone statues. After that, every ten or so steps, there will be two people standing like this. Their faces are as gloomy as the bluestones on the wall. On the stone wall is carved a blue dragon with its teeth and claws. It is said that the Azure Dragon Society has 365 secret branch altars, and this place is undoubtedly one of them. At the end of the tunnel, there is a thick iron gate. Gongsun Jing took out a large bunch of keys from her belt, and used three of them to unlock the three locks on the door. The two guards behind the iron bars pulled the door open. But this door is not the last door. Gongsun Jing smiled and said: "I know that many people can get here. The guards here are not difficult to deal with, but no matter who gets here, it will be very difficult to move forward." First Young Master Zhu said, "Why?" Gongsun Jing said: "From here to the front door, there are a total of thirteen ambushes. I can guarantee that there will never be more than seven people in the world who can break through these thirteen ambush." Young Master Zhu sighed and said, "Fortunately, I will never be one of these seven people." Gongsun Jing smiled more gently and politely, and said, "Why don't you try?" Young Master Zhu said: "I might come to try it in the future, but not yet." Gongsun Jing said: "Why?" Young Master Zhu said: "Because I am still living a very interesting life." It's actually not far from Tiezha to Shimen, but after hearing what Gongsun Jing said, the distance seems to be ten times farther immediately. Shimen is heavier. Gongsun Jing opened the door with three keys.Inside the two-foot-thick stone gate is a nine-foot-wide stone room; the room is gloomy and cold, as if it has entered the center of an ancient emperor's tomb.Where the coffin should have been parked, now there is a huge iron box.Of course, at least three keys are needed to open the iron box, but these three keys are not the last three, because there is a small iron box inside the big iron box. First Young Master Zhu sighed again, and said: "With such tight defense, we should pay more." Gongsun Jing smiled and said, "Young Master Zhu is indeed a sensible person." He took out the small iron box and opened it. His gentle and touching smile suddenly disappeared, and the expression on his face was as if someone had stuffed a rotten persimmon into his mouth. The iron box was actually empty, and there was only a piece of paper inside, and there were only nine words on the paper: "Thank you, you are such a good person." The stone room was gloomy and cold, but Gongsun Jing was already sweating. Cold sweat as big as soybeans flowed down his pale face one by one. First Young Master Zhu looked at him, his eyes were as gentle as when he was looking at his own hands, and he said softly, "You must know." Gongsun Jing said: "Know...know what?" Young Master Zhu said: "I know who is thanking you." Gongsun Jing clenched her fists and suddenly turned around and rushed out. First Young Master Zhu sighed, and murmured: "It seems that he is indeed a good man, but it's a pity that it is said that good people don't live long..." "If there are only seven people in the world who can break through these thirteen ambushes, who are they?" "At least one of them is beyond doubt. No matter how you count, he must be one of these seven people." "Who is this person?" "Bai Yujing!"