Chapter 12 Twelfth Thunder Operation

In the plan of Tianlei Operation, there are four steps—— The first step is: select personnel and assign tasks. The second step is: disguise and go down the mountain in batches. The third step is: assemble and stand by, ready to attack. The fourth step is the formal action. What started now was only the first step, and the process was already frightening. The heaviness and tension of the atmosphere in the hall had reached its peak before the old swordsman stood up. "There are many people in this world who should have died a long time ago, but no one dares to sanction them. There are many things that should have been done long ago, but no one dared to do them. Now we are going to deal with these people and do these things. "

Lu Xiaofeng discovered that this person was indeed a natural leader, not only calm and calm, well-planned, but also very eloquent, he explained this action very clearly in just a few words. "Our actions are like thunderbolts from the sky, so it is called Operation Tianlei." Only the sound of breathing and heartbeat could be heard in the vast hall, and everyone was waiting for him to speak. The voice of the old knife handle paused for a long time, as if there was a moment of silence before the storm, and it seemed that he wanted to prepare everyone in their hearts so that they could hear the earth-shattering thunderbolt.

"There are seven people we have to deal with for the first time." He paused again before naming the seven people: "Wudang Shiyan, Shaolin Tiejian, Beggar King Ten Bags, Yangtze River Flying on the Water, Yandang Gaoxing Kong, Daoren Gu from Bashan, and Eagle Eye Seventh from Twelve Lianhuanwu." The hall, which was already very quiet, was as dead as a tomb, and even the sound of breathing and heartbeat had stopped. Although Lu Xiaofeng already knew that what he was going to do was a big deal, but every time he heard a word he said, he still couldn't help being surprised.

After a long time, some people began to wipe their sweat and drink, and a few people quietly hid under the table to vomit. The voice of the old swordsman was even calmer: "If this operation is successful, it will not only cause a sensation in the world, but also benefit everyone." He paused again: "I have explained every detail of this operation. If the plan is well planned, it should be absolutely sure of success, but it’s a pity that accidents are inevitable in everything, so this operation is still inevitably dangerous, so I don’t force anyone to participate.” He glanced around, pierced through the bamboo hats, and passed over everyone's faces like a blade: "Those who don't want to participate can stand up now, I will never force them."

There was another silence in the hall, and the old swordsman sat down slowly again, unexpectedly refilling another half glass of wine. Lu Xiaofeng couldn't help but went to get the wine glass, only to realize that his palms were already sweating. Until this moment, no one stood up, but suddenly someone asked: "Those who don't want to participate, can they stay here in the future?" The old swordsman's answer was very definite: "Yes, you can stay as long as you want." The person who asked the question hesitated for a while, and finally stood up slowly, with his stomach protruding.

Lu Xiaofeng suddenly remembered who this person was. Twenty years ago, there were four monsters in the Jianghu, one was extremely fat, one was extremely thin, one was extremely tall, and the other was extremely short. The man who is as fat as a pig is called Murphy, and if you read it backwards, it becomes a "fat pig". But those who know him know that he is not only not a pig, but also very capable. Those who have fought against him will not think he is a pig, because he is not only fast in his moves, but also ruthless in his hands. "Eighty-one Forms of Earth Blooming" is a rare stunt in martial arts.

Lu Xiaofeng knew that this person must be Zhu Fei, but he never thought that he would be the first person to stand up.Murphy is not a timid person who is afraid of death. "But I can't go." He had a reason: "Because I'm too fat and my goal is too obvious. No matter how I change my appearance, people can still recognize me at a glance." That's a good reason.Even the veteran can't help but admit it, but he can't help but feel very sorry. Zhu Fei's ground kung fu is unmatched by anyone in the world so far, and this kind of talent is obviously needed.

But he just sighed lightly and didn't say anything. So other people have the courage to stand up - with the first, of course there will be the second, and then there will be more and more. The old knife handle kept watching coldly, keeping his expression on his face, until the thirteenth person stood up, and he was shocked. This person is ordinary in appearance, with a dull expression, and seems inconspicuous. But if a person can make the old swordsman feel shocked, of course he will definitely not be an ordinary person. The old knife said: "Aren't you going?" There was no expression on this person's face, and he said indifferently: "The person you can't say will stand up, and I have stood up."

The old knife said: "Why don't you go?" The man said, "Because my cork and fishbone are all gone." Saying these words, Lu Xiaofeng couldn't help being moved, he really never thought that this ordinary and dull person was one of the six island masters who were second only to Baiyun City Lord in the South Sea Swords. This person is actually "Flying Fish Island Master" Yu Huan! On land, Baiyun City Lord is a world-renowned swordsman, but in water, he is definitely not as good as Yu Huan. The mission of the old knife handle obviously needs a person who is proficient in water.

Hearing a "boo", the wine glass in his hand suddenly shattered and shattered. Just at this moment, a miserable cry sounded, and a person sitting beside Du Tiexin just stood up, then fell down again, and the whole person fell on the table, crushing a cup, and the wine juice overflowed.Then everyone saw a stream of blood spilling out with the wine, staining the tablecloth red. The pair of chopsticks in Du Tiexin's hands had already turned red, and of course they were also stained red with blood. Yu Huan suddenly turned around: "You killed him?" Du Tiexin admitted: "This is the first time I have killed someone with chopsticks."

Yu also said, "Why did you kill him?" Du Tiexin said: "Because he knows too many secrets, if he lives, we may die." He picked up a piece of scallop with blood-stained chopsticks and chewed it slowly without blinking his eyes. "Tough and ruthless" Du Tiexin was originally a ruthless character who killed people without blinking an eye. Yu still stared at him, and said slowly: "How many secrets he knows, and I know the same. Are you going to kill me too?" Du Tiexin said coldly: "Yes." He still didn't even blink his eyes: "Those who don't go, none of them can get out of this room alive." Yu Huan's face changed, and before he could speak, someone rushed to say: "If this is said by an old swordsman, I will accept my fate, but you..." He didn't continue, because suddenly a chopstick flew over from his side, pierced through his left ear, and pierced through his right ear. There was only one chopstick left in the hand of the toothless old woman, and she was sighing and muttering to herself: "The double-plank bridge is easy to walk, but the single-plank bridge is difficult. It seems that I have to eat with my hands." Sure enough, she grabbed a spare rib with her hands and gnawed it with relish with her only two teeth. With a clatter, the person with the chopsticks in his ears also fell down, crushing a piece of the bowl. Several people who were standing already wanted to sit down secretly. Du Tiexin said coldly: "Those who have already stood up are not allowed to sit down." Zhu Fei couldn't help but said, "Whose idea is this?" Du Tiexin said: "It's all of us." Zhu Fei hesitated, finally forced a smile, and said, "It's not that I don't want to go, but it's a pity that I'm too fat. If I want to go, I'll have to rub me thinner like noodles." Du Tiexin said: "Okay, rub him!" The short man with a round face and big head suddenly jumped up and said loudly, "I'll rub it." His head is as big as a bucket, but his body is thin and small. When standing, he looks like a round persimmon stuck in half of bamboo chopsticks, which is really ridiculous. But Zhu Fei couldn't laugh, and even his face changed. This person stood in front of him like a child, but he was terribly afraid of this person. Looking at the frightened look on his face, and then looking at this person's head, Lu Xiaofeng's expression also changed. Could this person be Sikong Dou, the most ruthless "big-headed ghost king" among the ghosts in the west? He was not mistaken, Zhu Fei had already called out the name: "Sikong Dou, this matter has nothing to do with you, what do you want to do?" Sikong Dou said: "I want to rub you." He also had a pair of chopsticks in his hand, and he clamped them between his palms, as if he had used the chopsticks as Murphy. After rubbing them vigorously for a few times, suddenly a puff of powder and white snow fell from his palm. When he spread his palms, the chopsticks were gone. He actually used a pair of small hands of a child to rub the chopsticks, which could be used as sharp swords to kill people, into a pile of powder. Zhu Fei's face was distorted, and his whole body seemed to be limp, slumped on the chair, but when Sikong Dou pounced, he suddenly slid under the table, using both elbows and knees together, he had already slumped seven or eight times in the blink of an eye. Zhang table, the agility and dexterity of the movements is indescribable. It's a pity that not all the tables are connected, Sikong Dou has already flew up, his fingers spread out, and when he saw him coming out from under the table, he immediately volleyed down. Unexpectedly, Zhu Fei moved faster, raised her right elbow, and got under the opposite table again. Hearing a "poof", Sikong Dou's ten fingers pierced through the table, when his hand was pulled out, there were ten more holes on the table. Zhu Fei simply stayed under the table and couldn't come out. With a sweep of Sikong Dou's right arm, all the bowls on the table were swept away, and all the soup, wine and vegetables were spilled on a person, a quiet old man in black. Sikong Dou swung his palm back and was about to shake the table apart when he heard someone say: "Wait a minute." A pair of chopsticks stretched out, pointing upwards, pointing at his pulse gate, if Sikong Dou slapped this palm down, this hand would never move again. Fortunately, he reacted fairly quickly, and immediately blocked the palm force abruptly. The four old men in black still sat there quietly, looking at him coldly. Sikong Dou didn't seem to see them until now, he grinned and said, "Can you please help the four of you to kick out that fat pig under the table?" The old man in black with wine splashed on his body said coldly: "No." Sikong Dou said: "You want to protect him?" The old man in black said: "If you don't offend me, I won't offend anyone." Sikong Dou said: "Who offended you?" The old man in black said: "You." Sikong Dou stopped laughing: "So what if I offend you?" The old man in black said: "If a person offends me, he is not a person." Sikong Dou said: "Who is not human?" The old man in black said: "You." Sikong Dou sneered, "I'm not a human, I'm a ghost." The old man in black said: "It's not a ghost, it's an animal." He continued coldly: "I don't kill people, I only kill animals. Killing one or two animals is not considered a precept against killing." When Sikong Dou clenched his fists, every joint in his body rang, and his face like a round basin had turned iron blue. The old knife handle suddenly said: "I still have use for this person, how about Mr. Wu letting him go?" The old man in black pondered, finally nodded, and said, "Okay, I just want his hand." Sikong Dou laughed again, loudly, like a ghost crying. He practiced white bone claws in his left hand, and black ghost claws in his right hand. Each hand has at least twenty years of hard work. To take one of his hands is to take half his life. The old man in black said: "I want your left hand." Sikong Dou said: "Okay, I'll give it to you!" The word "you" came out, and both claws came out at the same time. One hand had turned white, but the other hand had turned pitch black. He has used all his twenty years of skill, as long as he is touched by his fingertips, even a stone man will have ten more holes. The old man in black still sat upright, only sighed, and rolled out his long sleeves like flowing clouds. I only heard the sound of "ge", like snapping a carrot, followed by another scream. Sikong Dou's man had already flew out and hit the wall. When he slid down, he couldn't move. His hands were dripping with blood, and his ten fingers had been snapped off. The old man in black sighed and said, "I only wanted your hand." Another white-haired old man said coldly: "Just one hand, you don't need to use 70% of your strength." The old man in black said: "I haven't made a move for many years, and my strength is no longer accurate. I also overestimated him." The white-haired old man said: "So you are wrong, animals have their own lives, and you still ordered to kill them." The old man in black said: "Yes, I was wrong, my Buddha is merciful." The four of them folded their hands together at the same time, chanted the Buddha's name, and slowly stood up, facing the old knife handle: "I will take my leave first, face the wall and think for three days, in order to thank the owner." The old swordsman also stood up, and said: "He is looking for his own death, why should Mr. blame himself?" The old man in black said: "If the owner of the village has an order, I will come to serve." The old knife handle seemed to be relieved, and immediately cupped his hands and said, "Please." The old man in black said: "Please." The four of them walked out at the same time, walking peacefully and slowly, they came to Lu Xiaofeng and stopped suddenly. The white-haired old man suddenly asked, "Master Lu, has he ever seen Master Kugua?" Lu Xiaofeng said: "I met you a few times last year." The white-haired old man said: "The Venerable Master cooks with skillful hands, and the vegetarian food he makes is the best in the world. Mr. Lu must have a good taste." Lu Xiaofeng said: "Yes." The white-haired old man said: "Then his body must still be as healthy as before." Lu Xiaofeng said: "Yes." The white-haired old man clasped his hands together and said, "My Buddha is merciful, God bless good people..." The four of them chanted the Buddha's name at the same time, and walked out slowly, their steps still so steady. Lu Xiaofeng's feet were already cold. He finally figured out the origins of these four people, seeing the respectful expression of the old knife handle towards them, seeing the power of the flying clouds and flying sleeves, and seeing their Buddhist etiquette, he remembered it. He couldn't think of it before, just because they had grown their hair and changed their monk clothes, of course he wouldn't have thought that they were monks who became monks, let alone that they were the Five Arhats of Shaolin Temple. The five arhats were originally brothers, but at the same time they shaved off their hair and became monks and joined Shaolin. Now there are only four of them left, because the eldest brother Wulong Arhat is dead. When they were young, they had already crossed the rivers and lakes and killed countless people. They were called "dragon, tiger, lion, elephant, and leopard" five evil beasts, and everyone's hands were covered with blood. But they put down their butcher knives and immediately became Buddhas. The notorious five evil beasts have since become the Five Arhats of Shaolin Temple. There are no dragons, no tigers, no lions, no elephants, no leopards, only a piece of Buddha's heart. Wulong is in charge of the Buddhist scriptures pavilion, as if he already has the status of a Dharma protector elder, but for some reason, he suddenly gets drunk overnight, overturns the candlestick, and almost burns the Tibetan Buddhist scriptures pavilion, which is the center of Shaolin, to the ground. The abbot, the head of the sect, was furious. In addition to punishing him for facing the wall for ten years, he also beat him with twenty sticks. Wulong was humiliated and died of hatred.Brothers and feet connected to each other, the Buddha hearts of the remaining four arhats all turned into murderous intent, and they did not hesitate to violate the rules of heaven to assassinate the head. People in the Jianghu only know that their assassination failed that time, but no one knows their whereabouts, let alone the Wulong Arhat who has been reformed for a long time, how could he suddenly get drunk? This incident has become one of the mysteries in the Wulin, just as no one knows how Shi He was expelled from Wudang. But now Lu Xiaofeng knew that Wulong's drunkenness must be related to Monk Bitter Melon - to eat Monk Bitter Melon's unparalleled vegetarian banquet, it is inevitable to drink a few cups. They had repeatedly inquired about Monk Kugua's well-being, presumably hoping that he was still alive so that they could take revenge with their own hands. The moment Wubao made a move just now, people were broken and killed, which shows how deep the grievances in his heart have accumulated. What they hate most is not Bitter Gourd, but Shaolin, just like Shi He hates Wudang, Gao Tao hates Fengwei Gang. Bashan is extremely rich in mineral resources, and it is said that there is also gold sand. Of course, Gu Feiyun wants to take back the property of the Gu Family Taoist Temple from his cousin Xiao Taoist Gu. Hai Qikuo could no longer gain a foothold in the sea, so of course he wanted to seize the supremacy of the Yangtze River water surface from the water flyers. Du Tiexin and the gang of beggars had deep feuds, and the purple-faced and long-bearded old man was probably Guan Tianwu, the "King of All Victories" who competed with Gao Xingkong for the door of Yandang in the past. This time, Lao Dao Bazi's action just happened to wipe out their enemies and enemies, so of course they will go all out. However, most of these people are the suzerains of a faction, and it is difficult to get together on weekdays. Their gates are located far away, how can they be wiped out in one operation? The old swordsman is already explaining: "April 13th is the death date of the late Wudang head Master Mei Zhenren, and it is also the tenth anniversary celebration of Shi Yan's taking over the door. It is said that on this day, he will make a promise to inherit Wudang Taoism. Disciple of the long door." He sneered, and continued: "On that day, Wudang Mountain will of course be full of crowns and capes, and it will be very lively. People like Tie Jian and Wang Shibao must also be distinguished guests in the meeting." "Have we decided to do it on that day?" Lu Xiaofeng originally wanted to ask this question, but Du Tiexin asked it first. Old Dao Bazi nodded and said: "So we must rush to Wudang before April 12th." But if they all acted at the same time, without going out of this mountainous area, they would definitely have caused a sensation in the martial arts world. This operation is absolutely confidential, and it must not be alarmed. "So we not only have to go in batches, but everyone has to go through disguise." These things have already been carefully planned by the veteran. The housekeeper said: "I will arrange the details for you, and you don't need to worry about it at all." The old swordsman said: "I can guarantee that the person in charge of everyone's disguise is definitely an expert who is unparalleled in the world. Although he can't completely change everyone into another person, he can definitely make others not see your true colors. .” The only question now is: "How do we take our weapons up the mountain?" No one can bring a weapon to Wudang Mountain, and all weapons must be left on Jiejian Rock next to Jiejian Pool. The old knife handle said: "But I can also guarantee that everyone can go to Xueyin to find a weapon that they can handle before that night." Mrs. Lou had just gnawed a chicken leg when she rushed to ask, "Where is Xueyin?" The old swordsman said with a smile: "Xueyin means a hermitage, which means a toilet." Mrs. Lou asked again: "It's obviously a toilet, why is it called Xueyin?" The old knife said: "This is a term used by Fangwai people. There are two versions of its origin." ——"Xue" refers to Zen Master Mingjue of Xuedou Mountain, and "Yin" refers to Lingyin Temple in Hangzhou. Because Xuedou once worked as a toilet in Lingyin Temple, the temple is called Xueyin as a toilet. ——Because Xuefeng Yicun, a divine monk in Fuzhou, gained great enlightenment while cleaning hermitages, so it got this name. Mrs. Lou wanted to ask again, but the housekeeper had sent a plate of roasted chicken and asked her to stuff her own mouth with chicken legs. How can we stop the mouths of those people in Yuhuan?Don't they know too many secrets? The faces of these people are completely pale, because they themselves know that there is usually only one way to deal with this kind of thing! Only the dead keep secrets. If you want to survive death, there is usually only one way: "If you want to kill me, I will kill you first!" Yu Huan jumped up suddenly, like a flying fish jumping out of the water. He had five pairs of flying fishbone, Ye Ling only stole four pairs, and the remaining pair was in his sleeve, and now it has turned into two lightning bolts, hitting the old knife directly. The handle of the old knife did not move, but the stone crane behind him moved, and the long sword in the seven-star leather sheath turned into a flying rainbow. Feihong met the lightning, with two sounds of "ding, ding", the lightning suddenly broke, two steel thorns fell in mid-air, Feihong disappeared, and the sword light had pierced Yu Huan's chest. He looked at the two remaining pieces of flying fishbone in his hand, and then at the sword's edge stabbing straight into his chest, and then he raised his head and looked at the faceless man in front of him, as if he still couldn't believe it was real. Shi He also looked at him coldly, and suddenly asked: "How is my sword compared to Ye Gucheng's Heavenly Flying Immortal?" Yu still gritted his teeth and didn't even say a word, but there was a mocking smile on the corner of his twisted mouth, as if to say: "Ye Gucheng is dead, so what if you are better than him?" Shi He understood what he meant, the hand holding the sword suddenly turned, and the edge of the sword also turned accordingly. Yu Huan's face immediately contorted, and suddenly he roared and rushed forward, a stream of blood was drawn out, and the sword's edge had passed through his chest. Lu Xiaofeng couldn't bear to look any longer, there were still a few who had stood up, he couldn't watch them die before his eyes. He stood up quietly and walked out quietly. The mist was wet and cold, and he took a deep breath, keeping the cold mist in his chest.He must be calm. "You don't like killing people?" This was the voice of the old knife handle, and the old knife handle came out with him, breathing the cold and damp mist. Lu Xiaofeng said lightly: "I like to drink, but watching other people drink is another matter." He didn't look back at the old knife handle, but he could hear the smile in the old knife handle's voice, obviously satisfied with his answer. The old swordsman is already saying: "I don't like to watch it either. No matter what it is, it's more interesting to do it yourself." Lu Xiaofeng was silent, then suddenly smiled and said, "You don't seem to like doing things yourself." The old knife said: "Oh?" Lu Xiaofeng said: "You know that Ye Ling stole Yu Huan's Shuijiao and Flying Fishbone, and you also know what she is going to do, but you didn't stop it." The old swordsman admitted: "I haven't." Lu Xiaofeng said: "You didn't let me rescue Ye Xue, and you didn't go yourself, why did you let her go?" The old knife said: "Because I know Ye Lingfeng will never hurt her." Lu Xiaofeng said: "Are you sure?" The old swordsman nodded, his voice suddenly became hoarse: "Because she is Ye Lingfeng's own daughter." Lu Xiaofeng took another deep breath, as if he didn't notice the pain and hatred in his voice: "There is one more thing, you don't seem to be ready to do it yourself." The old sword is waiting for him to speak. Lu Xiaofeng said: "Do you want Shihe to deal with Wudang Shiyan, tiger and leopard brothers to deal with Shaolin Tiejian?" The old knife said: "It's their own hatred, and they should solve it by themselves." Lu Xiaofeng said: "Can Du Tiexin deal with Wang Shibao?" The old knife said: "Over the years, his martial arts has improved, not to mention Mrs. Lou as his assistant." Lu Xiaofeng said: "Little Daoist Gu should not be my cousin's opponent, Shui Shangfei vs Hai Qikuo, whoever you buy will win?" The old swordsman said: "The Yangtze River is a fat place, and it is too fat to fly on the water. Whether it is on land or in the water, I can use ten to one handicap to bet on the sea to win." Lu Xiaofeng said: "But Guan Tianwu has been defeated by Gao Xingkong three times." The old knife said: "In those three times, someone secretly helped Gao Xingkong." Lu Xiaofeng said: "Who is it?" The old swordsman sneered and said: "You should have imagined it. Gao Xingkong crossed the Yangtze River, the death day of the head of Wudang, what is he doing? Why did he rush away?" Could it be that Wudang disciples did it secretly?Why should Wudang disciples meddle in the Yandang clan dispute? Lu Xiaofeng didn't want to ask too many questions, and said again: "Then the only one left now is Eagle-eyed Seventh, even if the housekeeper can't control him, adding another oiran will be more than enough." The old knife said: "The oiran has other tasks, and Gao Tao doesn't need help." Lu Xiaofeng said: "So the seven main people have already been dealt with, and they are all pretty sure." The old knife said: "Ten sure." Lu Xiaofeng smiled, and said: "Then what do you want me to do? To deal with those pyrotechnicians who sweep the floor and wash dishes?" The old knife said: "What I want you to do is the key to the success of this operation." Lu Xiaofeng said: "What's the matter?" The old swordsman also smiled, and said: "Now you know enough, I will tell you about the other things on the night of April 12th." He patted Lu Xiaofeng on the shoulder: "So you might as well tonight Take it easy and maybe even get drunk because you can sleep through the night tomorrow." Lu Xiaofeng said: "I have to wait until the day after tomorrow to go down the mountain?" The old knife said: "You are the last group to go down the mountain." Lu Xiaofeng said: "Who else is in my group?" The old swordsman said: "Housekeeper, Mrs. Lou; Cousin, Hook, and Liu Qingqing." He smiled again, and said: "A good show always waits until the end. Of course you have to stay at the end." Lu Xiaofeng said lightly: "What's more, with them following me, at least I won't die at the hands of others halfway." The old swordsman laughed even more cheerfully, and said: "Don't worry, even if you meet Ximen Chuuxue on the road, he will definitely not recognize you." Lu Xiaofeng said: "Because the person who is going to disguise me for me is an unparalleled skill in the world." The old knife said with a smile: "If a person can pretend to be a dog, why do you worry about him?" He was talking about Inu Lang-kun. Inu Lang-kun's task is to change everyone's appearance so that others cannot recognize it. After the task is completed? —I just want you to take me with you when you go. Lu Xiaofeng finally understood what he meant, of course he saw his own crisis. The old knife turned his back to the sky, and let out a long breath. The time for plowing has passed, and now he is only waiting for the harvest. He seems to be able to see the fruits growing from the branches. Each fruit is a head. Lu Xiaofeng suddenly turned to look at him, and said, "What about you? Someone has done everything, what are you going to do?" The old knife said: "I am a creditor, and I am going to wait for you to collect the debt for me." Lu Xiaofeng said: "Wudang owes Shi He a debt, Shaolin owes Tiger and Leopard Brothers, who owes you?" The old swordsman said: "Everyone owes me." He patted Lu Xiaofeng's shoulder again, and said with a smile: "Don't you owe me a little too?" Lu Xiaofeng also let out a long breath, but the cold and damp fog still seemed to remain in his chest. He knew that no matter who owed the old knife, sooner or later, he would have to repay double.He was only afraid that he would not be able to pay back. Inu Lang-kun lay on the bed, staring at the roof. He really wanted to sleep. He had tried to close his eyes many times, but he just couldn't fall asleep. The cunning rabbit dies, the running dog cooks.Now he felt as if he was already in a pot, the soup in the pot was almost boiling, how could he sleep? In the dead of night, there was a sudden "click" on the window, and a person rushed into the window like the wind, it was Lu Xiaofeng. Before Mr. Quanlang could make a sound, Lu Xiaofeng covered his mouth: "You are the only one in this house?" He was alone, and no one wanted to live in a house covered with dog skins and human skins everywhere, and no one could stand the stench of rubber from the copper pot on the stove. Disguise is not as easy and pleasant as others imagine. To make a perfect human skin mask, not only a pair of dexterous and stable hands are required, but also patience. Lu Xiaofeng frowned from the stench, and couldn't help but ask, "What are you cooking?" Jun Lang said: "Boil the glue, the human skin mask must be stuck with glue so that it will not fall off." Lu Xiaofeng said: "Human skin mask? Are you really using human skin as a mask?" Jun Lang said: "It is necessary to stick a mask made of human skin on the face to completely change the outline of a person's face, and each human skin mask must first be shaped according to that person's face." He suddenly said to Lu Xiaofeng He smiled and said, "I also made a picture according to your face shape." Lu Xiaofeng said with a bitter face, "It's also made of human skin?" Jun Lang said: "It's genuine human skin." Lu Xiaofeng said: "How many pieces did you make in total?" Mr. Quanlang said: "Thirty one." He added: "Everyone has one except the old knife handle." Why don't old knives need to be disguised?Could it be that he can still wear that basket-like bamboo hat when he arrives in Wudang? Lu Xiaofeng said: "After these people have been disguised, do they still have some special marks on their faces?" Jun Lang said: "Not at all." Lu Xiaofeng said: "If everyone doesn't recognize each other, wouldn't it be inevitable that they would kill the wrong person?" Jun Lang said: "Absolutely not." Lu Xiaofeng said: "Why?" Inu Lang Jundao: "Because each group of people going down the mountain has different missions, some are dedicated to dealing with Wudang Taoist priests, and some are dedicated to dealing with Shaolin monks, as long as this group of people can remember the appearance of each other after disguise, they will not be killed. Came on my own." Lu Xiaofeng pondered, then suddenly lowered his voice, and said, "Can you leave a special mark on each group of people's faces? For example, a little pockmark, or a mole." Inu Lang-kun looked at him with a strange expression in his eyes, and after a long time, he quietly asked, "Are you sure you can take me with you?" Lu Xiaofeng said: "I'm sure." Mr. Quanlang exhaled, and said, "You promised me, and of course I promised you too." Lu Xiaofeng said: "What are you going to do?" Inu Lang-kun blinked and said, "I haven't figured it out yet, I'll tell you when we leave together." Everyone here seems to be like an old knife handle, and they never trust anyone except themselves.Sometimes they don't even trust themselves. Jun Lang Jun suddenly asked again: "Will Widow Hua go with you?" Lu Xiaofeng said: "Probably so." Jun Lang said: "What do you want her to look like? Is it old and ugly? Or young and beautiful?" Lu Xiaofeng said: "The older the better, the uglier the better." Jun Lang said: "Why?" Lu Xiaofeng said: "Because no one believes that Lu Xiaofeng will be with an old and ugly woman, so no one will believe that I am Lu Xiaofeng." Jun Lang said: "So the older and uglier she is, the safer you will be. Not only will others not recognize you, but you will not be tempted by yourself." He blinked and smiled and said, "You really need to maintain your strength these days. It's hard to keep up your strength with young, pretty widows." Lu Xiaofeng looked at him and said coldly: "Do you know what your problem is?" Inu Lang-kun shook his head. Lu Xiaofeng said: "Your problem is that you talk too much." Jun Lang smiled and said: "As long as you take me away, I promise not to say a word along the way." Lu Xiaofeng said: "Even if you want to say it, I have a way to prevent you from saying it." Inu Lang-kun couldn't help asking: "What can you do?" Lu Xiaofeng said: "I'm a Beijing official who retired from the old age. Not only did I bring several followers, but I also brought a dog." He smiled, and said: "You are that dog, of course the dog can't tell anyone. The words came." Mr. Quan Lang stared at him for a long time, finally smiled wryly, and said: "Yes, I am that dog, just please don't forget that my dog ​​can only eat meat, not bones." Lu Xiaofeng said: "But you'd better not forget that a disobedient dog not only gnaws bones, but sometimes also eats excrement." He laughed and walked out, then turned back suddenly: "Which batch should Ye Xue and Ye Ling leave?" Jun Lang said: "I don't know either. The names of their sisters are not on the list given to me by the old swordsman." The night is deeper. Lu Xiaofeng sat down in the cold mist, fighting in his heart—is he going to find their sisters in the swamp now?Or go get drunk? His choice was to get drunk. Even if he didn't go to them, he didn't have to be drunk, but he was drunk, so drunk. Why must he be drunk? Does he have some ulterior motives in his heart? On the third day of April, in the afternoon, it was foggy. When Lu Xiaofeng woke up, he only felt a splitting headache, bitter mouth, and very low mood, like a serious illness. He woke up for a long time before opening his eyes, and almost jumped up when he opened them. How could Mrs. Lou sit at the head of his bed?And still staring at him? He rubbed his eyes, only to realize that the old woman who was sitting on his bed and biting broad beans was not Mrs. Lou, but she would definitely not be much younger than Mrs. Lou. "Who are you?" He couldn't help asking, but the old lady's answer surprised him again. "I'm your wife." The old lady grinned coldly with her shriveled mouth: "I've been married to you for fifty years, and now you don't even want to recognize me as your wife." Lu Xiaofeng looked at her in surprise, and suddenly laughed out loud, rolling on the bed. This old lady was actually Liu Qingqing, and he could still hear her voice. "How did you become like this?" "Because that bastard has seen hell, I want to be younger, but he won't agree." Liu Qingqing bit the broad beans hard, and said bitterly, "Are you happy that I have become like this?" Lu Xiaofeng blinked deliberately, and said, "Why should I be happy?" Liu Qingqing said: "Because you originally wanted me to be as old as possible, and as ugly as possible, because you have been avoiding me, as if you were afraid that I would swallow you alive." Lu Xiaofeng still pretended not to understand: "Why do you want to avoid you?" Liu Qingqing said: "If you are not avoiding me, why do you drink like a dead person every day?" She sneered, and then said: "Actually, I also know that you dare not touch me, but I am a little strange, asking you to touch me every night How can you bear sleeping with an old woman like me?" Lu Xiaofeng sat up and said, "Why should I sleep with you every night?" Liu Qingqing said: "Because you are a Beijing official who resigned from the old age, I am your wife, and I am a famous jealous jar." Lu Xiaofeng was speechless. Liu Qingqing said: "I have another good news to tell you, our son has always been by our side." Lu Xiaofeng was taken aback again: "Who is our son?" Liu Qingqing said: "It's my cousin." Lu Xiaofeng fell down suddenly, and lay flat on the bed, unable to even move. Liu Qingqing laughed loudly, and suddenly threw herself on him, giggling: "Although I am old, my heart is not old. I still need it every day. You can't pretend to be dead." Lu Xiaofeng smiled wryly: "I will never pretend to be dead, but if you want me to do that with an old woman like you every day, I will really die." Liu Qingqing said: "You can close your eyes and try your best to think about my previous appearance." She couldn't breathe from laughing: "Besides, don't you men often like to say that as long as you close your eyes, all the women in the world will be like you." the same." Now Lu Xiaofeng finally understands what it means to be self-inflicted. He originally wanted to dig this hole himself, but now the one who plunged into it was himself. 犬郎君来的时候，柳青青还在喘息。 看着一个老掉了牙的老太太，少女般的躺在一个年轻男人身旁喘息，如果还能忍得住不笑出来，这个人的本事一定不小。犬郎君的本事就不小。 他居然没有笑出来，居然能装作没有看见，可是等到陆小凤站起来，他却忽然向陆小凤挤了挤眼睛，好像在问：“怎么样！” 陆小凤简直恨不得将他这双眼珠挖出来，送给柳青青当蚕豆吃。 幸好他还没有动手，门外已有个比柳青青和娄老太太加起来都老的老太婆伸进头来，赔着笑道：“老爷和太太最好赶紧准备，我们天一亮就动身。” 这个人当然就是管家婆。 又有谁能想得到，昔年不可一世的风尾帮内三堂的高堂主，竟会变成这副样子？ 陆小凤又觉得比较愉快了，忽然大声道：“我那宝贝儿子呢？快叫他进来给老夫请安。” 看起来好像又年轻了二十岁的表哥，只好愁眉苦脸的走进来。 陆小凤板着脸道：“在京里做官的人，家规总是比较严的，就算在路上，也马虎不得，所以你以后每天都要来跟我磕头请安，你知不知道？” 表哥只有点头。 陆小凤道：“既然知道，还不赶紧跪下去磕头？” 看着表哥真的跪了下去，陆小凤的心情更好了，不管怎么样，做老子总比做儿子愉快得多。 这一路上他当然也不会寂寞，除了老婆外，他还有个儿子，有个管家，有个管家婆。 他甚至还有一条狗。 “不能带这条狗去！” 海奇阔断腕上的钩子已卸下来，光秃秃的手腕在没有用衣袖掩盖着的时候，显得笨拙而滑稽。 他的表情却很严肃，态度更坚决：“我们绝不能带他去。” 陆小凤道：“这也是老刀把子的命令？” 海奇阔道：“当然是。” 陆小凤道：“你是不是准备杀了他？” 海奇阔道：“是。” 现在犬郎君的任务已结束，他们已用不着对他有所顾忌。 陆小凤道：“谁动手杀他？” 海奇阔道：“我。” 陆小凤道：“你不用钩子也可以杀人？” 海奇阔道：“随时都可以。” 陆小凤道：“好，那么你现在就先过来杀了我吧。” 海奇阔脸色变了：“你这是什么意思？” 陆小凤淡淡道：“我的意思很简单，他去，我就去，他死，我就死。” 他当然不能死。 海奇阔看看表哥，表哥看看管家婆，管家婆看看柳青青。 柳青青看看犬郎君，忽然问道：“你是公狗？还是母狗？” 犬郎君道：“是公的。” 柳青青道：“有些狗晚上喜欢睡在主人的床旁边，你呢？” 犬郎君道：“我喜欢睡在门口，而且一睡就像死狗一样，什么都听不见。” 柳青青笑了：“只要不是母狗，随便你想带多少去，我都不反对。” 陆小凤道：“有没有人反对的？” 海奇阔叹了口气，道：“没有。” 管家婆立刻道：“半个人都没有。” 陆小凤看看表哥：“你呢？” 表哥笑了笑，道：“我是个孝子，我比狗还听话十倍。” 所以我们的陆大爷就带着四个人和一条狗，浩浩荡荡的走出了幽灵山庄。 这已是他第二次离开这地方，他知道自己这一次是绝不会再回来了。