Chapter 14 Fourteenth Final Instructions

The decoration of this restaurant is very elegant and grand, but the business is not very good. Although it was time for dinner, there were only three tables of guests in the private seats in the restaurant. Gao Xingkong and the others did not come by three people, there was already a person waiting for them in the restaurant. This man is tall and mighty, with a dignified appearance and looks, he should be a celebrity in the martial arts world. But Lu Xiaofeng just didn't recognize him, he hadn't even met him.There are not many celebrities in martial arts that Lu Xiaofeng has never met.

The table with the most people is also the table with the most wine, and there are men and women on the seats. The man was dressed gorgeously, it seemed that he was either a wealthy salt merchant from Yangzhou, or a Beijing official traveling in low clothes. The least crowded table has only one person. A man in white, white as snow. Seeing this person, Lu Xiaofeng's palms broke out in cold sweat, he really never expected to meet this person here, otherwise even if someone beat him with a whip from behind, he would never come up. Now that I have gone upstairs, it is too late to go down.

Lu Xiaofeng had no choice but to bite the bullet and find a seat to sit down. Liu Qingqing looked at him coldly, and could almost see beads of sweat coming out of the human skin mask on his face. The man in white didn't even look at them out of the corner of his eye. His face was livid. His sword is on the table. What he drank was water, pure white water, not wine. He was clearly ready to kill anytime, anywhere. Taoist Mu was greeting him, but he didn't seem to notice it. He didn't seem to notice this well-known Wudang legend at all. He never put anyone in his eyes at all.

Taoist Mu laughed, shook his head and murmured, "I don't blame him, no matter how rude he is, I don't blame him." The tall and mighty old man couldn't help asking: "Why?" Mu Daoren said: "Because he is Ximen Chuuxue!" In heaven and earth, the unique Ximen Chuuxue. Heaven and earth, a unique sword. As long as he still has a sword in his hand, he has the right not to look at anyone. Maybe he only sees Lu Xiaofeng now. Hatred is like a strange poisonous weed. Although it can harm a person's heart, it can also bring out a person's full potential, making his will stronger and his reaction more sensitive.What's more, this kind of warrior who stabs with a sword without missing a hair has a pair of sharp eyes like a falcon.

Now, although he would never have thought that Lu Xiaofeng was right in front of his eyes, as long as Lu Xiaofeng showed any flaws, he would never be able to escape his sharp eyes. The dishes have been ordered, and the waiter is asking: "What wine do you want to drink?" Liu Qingqing immediately rushed to say: "Today we don't drink, not at all." Alcohol is always prone to negligence, and any negligence is enough to be fatal. But wine can also relax the nerves and calm the mind. Lu Xiaofeng said: "We don't drink a little wine today, we have to drink a lot." He smiled and patted his cousin on the shoulder: "Today is my son's birthday, how can we be without wine on an auspicious day? You give us a drink first." Altar bamboo leaves are green."

Liu Qingqing stared at him fiercely, but he seemed to be completely invisible, and smiled and said: "A man is born with wine as his life, and you should be careful not to listen to what a woman says. Come on, you old couple also sit down and drink with me." A few cups." The housekeeper and Hai Qikuo had no choice but to sit down, while Taoist Mu was already clapping his hands and laughing loudly, saying: "What a 'women's words, be careful not to listen', listening to this statement, it is already a superficial thing." The wine came really fast and drank even faster.After three cups, Lu Xiaofeng's expression became much more natural, and there was light in his eyes.

Now he has finally stepped out of the shadow of Ximen Chuuxue, as if he had completely forgotten that there is such a person in the restaurant. Ximen Chuuxue's sharp eyes like a sword's edge suddenly stared at him. Taoist Mu was also looking at him, and suddenly he raised his glass and laughed, "This friend who lives on wine, can the old Taoist give you a toast?" Lu Xiaofeng smiled and said: "Being obedient is worse than being respectful, and this old man should also pay respects to Taoist priests with three cups." Taoist Mu laughed loudly, and suddenly came over, his eyes were shining like blades, he stared at Lu Xiaofeng, and said, "What's your surname?"

Lu Xiaofeng said: "The surname is Xiong, the bear of Xionghu." Mu Daoren said: "Meeting by chance, we shouldn't bother, it's just brother Xiong's pride in drinking, very much like a friend of mine." Liu Qingqing's heart was already beating, but Lu Xiaofeng still smiled happily, and said, "Where is your friend, Daoist?" Mu Taoist said: "It's far away in the sky, but it's close in front of us." Liu Qingqing's heart almost jumped out of her stomach, and the wine in Lu Xiaofeng's cup almost spilled out. Mu Taoist looked up and sighed again, and continued: "Heavenly Ji Yingcai, although my friend has gone far to the west, but there is wine here, and there are old friends. His heroic soul may have returned to my eyes."

Liu Qingqing breathed a sigh of relief, and Lu Xiaofeng also breathed a sigh of relief, because none of them went to see Ximen Chuuxue. Ximen Chuixue's pale face seemed to have become translucent, and one hand was on the hilt of the sword. Suddenly, a "choking" dragon chant sounded outside the window. Only when the sword is drawn out of its sheath can there be such a clear sound like a dragon's chant. Ximen Chuuxue's pupils immediately shrank. At the same moment, there seemed to be a flash of lightning in the night sky, and a cold light came in through the window, piercing towards Ximen Chuixue.

Ximen Chuuxue's sword was on the table, still not out of its sheath, but a wine glass filled with water suddenly bounced up next to the scabbard, meeting the sword light. With a sound of "ding", a wine glass shattered into thousands of pieces, with thousands of water droplets flying around like a cold mist. Jian Guang disappeared, but a person appeared in the cold fog. A man in black, also covered his face with a black scarf, only showing a pair of burning eyes. There is no sword on the table, the sword is already in hand. The man in black stared at him and said, "Draw your sword."

Ximen Chuuxue said coldly: "Seven people are too few, why do you have to die?" The man in black didn't understand: "Seven people?" Ximen Chuixue said: "In the whole world, there are only seven people with swords, including you. It is not easy to learn swords like this." He waved his hand: "You go." The man in black said: "If you don't leave, you will die?" Ximen Chuixue said: "Yes." The man in black sneered and said, "I'm afraid it's not me who died, but you." His sword flew again. Mu Taoist frowned: "This sword is no longer under Ye Gucheng's Heavenly Flying Immortal, who is this person?" Only Lu Xiaofeng knew who this person was. He thought of the sword piercing the stone on the boundary line between life and death outside the Ghost Villa. Shihe, that faceless man.He originally wanted to compete with Ximen Chuuxue. There was another dragon chant, and Ximen Chuuxue's sword was out of its sheath. No one can describe the change and speed of their two swords. No one can describe their battle. With the sword energy flying horizontally, all the cups, plates and bowls in the restaurant were shattered, and the wind of the sword pierced through the air, forcing everyone to almost stop breathing. Those four gorgeously dressed old men still didn't change their expressions, but the girl who accompanied them had already disappeared, their beauty paled. Suddenly, a ray of sword light flew into the sky, and the man in black rushed out diagonally and landed on their table. Ximen Chuuxue's sword light struck down in the air, and the whole body of the man in black was enveloped by the sword light.He has lost his chance, and there is no way to retreat. Unexpectedly, at this moment, the floor suddenly fell out of thin air—the table fell down, the man in black on the table fell down, and the four old men in Chinese clothes who were sitting still also fell down. A big hole suddenly fell into the restaurant, as if the earth suddenly split. Ximen Chuuxue's sword light had already flown from the hole, this change was obviously beyond his expectation. He was about to go down through the hole, but unexpectedly the floor board flew up again, and with a "click", the hole happened to be filled. The table was still on this floor, and the four old men in Chinese clothes were still sitting there motionless. The floor seemed to be sucked up by the soles of their feet, but the man in black on the table had disappeared. The sword light is gone too, and the sword has been sheathed. Ximen Chuixue looked at them coldly, and there was also a look of surprise in his cold eyes. Gao Xingkong, Eagle Eye Lao Qi, and Taoist Mu couldn't help looking at each other. Now of course they can all see that these four old men in Chinese clothes are neither wealthy salt merchants, nor Beijing officials traveling in low clothes, but martial arts masters with unfathomable skills. They used their internal force to break that floor, and then used their internal force to suck that floor up. How many people in the martial arts world have reached this level of skill? Ximen Chuuxue suddenly said: "Three people." The old men in Chinese clothes looked at him quietly, waiting for him to continue. Ximen Chuixue said: "There are only three people who can catch my forty-nine swords." In that moment just now, he had stabbed seven to forty-nine swords. He had indeed never used forty-nine swords to kill people. The oldest one of the old man in Huayi finally spoke, and said, "Which one do you think he is?" Ximen Chuixue said, "Neither of them." The old man in Chinese clothes said: "Oh?" Ximen Chuixue said coldly: "These three people are already the suzerain of a faction, even if blood is splashed on the sword, they will never escape." The old man in Huayi said lightly: "Then he must be the fourth person." Ximen Chuixue said: "There is no fourth one." The old man in Huayi said: "Your Excellency still has a sword in your hand, why don't you try again, can we withstand Your Excellency's forty-nine swords?" Ximen Chuuxue said: "Even if you can catch it, there are probably only three of you left at most." The old man in Chinese clothes asked, "What about you?" Ximen Chuuxue closed his mouth.He was indeed not sure about dealing with these four people. The elders in Chinese clothes also shut their mouths.They were also not sure about dealing with Ximen Chuuxue. Among the four beautifully dressed girls who followed them, the one in the emerald green light gown suddenly cried out. "Uncle." She yelled and rushed towards Lu Xiaofeng: "I finally found you, and I found you very hard." Lu Xiaofeng was stunned. He had always been a bachelor, a standard bachelor, but now not only did he suddenly have an extra son, he also suddenly became someone else's uncle. The girl knelt down in front of him, and said with tears streaming down her face: "Uncle, don't you know me anymore? I am Xiao Cui, your niece Xiao Cui." Lu Xiaofeng suddenly hugged her: "How could I not recognize you, where is your mother?" Xiao Cui seemed to be suffocating from being hugged, panting, "My mother is also dead." Lu Xiaofeng said: "Why did you come here with those old men?" Xiaocui said: "I...I can't help it, they...they..." Before she could finish her sentence, she burst into tears. Lu Xiaofeng jumped up suddenly, rushed to the old people in Huayi, and cursed: "Why are you bullying her? Otherwise, why would she cry so sadly?" He grabbed an old man's skirt: "Seeing that you are older than me, but come to bully a lonely little girl, are you human? I will fight with you." He pulled the old man hard, Xiaocui also rushed over and pulled him behind, suddenly, with a "crash", the floor sank again, and the three of them fell into a ball. Ximen Chuuxue also seemed to be stunned. What he faced just now was probably the most terrifying opponent in his life. But now suddenly, what he was facing was nothing but a big hole. He just has to go. When passing in front of Taoist Mu, he suddenly stopped again and said, "Hello." Taoist Mu was also taken aback, laughed heartily, and said, "Okay, I'm fine, I didn't expect you to recognize me." Ximen Chuixue said: "Have you ever seen Lu Xiaofeng?" Taoist Mu stopped laughing, and sighed, "I can't see him, and no one can see him anymore!" Ximen Fuxue sneered! Taoist Mu changed the subject and said, "Are you going to Wudang too?" Ximen Chuixue said, "No!" Mu Taoist said: "Why?" Ximen Chuixue said: "I have a sword, and Wudang has Jie Jianyan." Mu Taoist said: "Your sword has never been released?" Ximen Chuixue said: "Yes." The tall and mighty old man suddenly sneered and said, "You don't dare to bring your sword to Wudang?" Ximen Chuuxue said coldly: "I only dare to kill people, as long as you say one more word, I will kill you." No one said another word. Ximen Chuuxue still had the sword in his hand. He took his sword, walked downstairs without looking back, and walked out without looking back. Lu Xiaofeng was still entangled with those old men in Chinese clothes, but he didn't even look at him anymore. The downtown lights remain on. Seeing him walking up the brightly lit long street and walking away, the tall and mighty old man sighed and said, "Is it true that there are only three people in this world who can catch his forty-nine swords?" Mu Taoist said: "Really." The old man asked, "Is there anyone who can untie his sword?" Mu Taoist said: "No." Gao Xingkong said: "Is he really invincible?" The tall and mighty old man suddenly laughed and said, "Maybe no one can untie his sword, but someone can kill him!" Gao Xingkong and Hawkeye Laoqi rushed to ask at the same time: "Who?" The tall and mighty old man smiled mysteriously, and said slowly, "As long as you wait patiently, this person will show up sooner or later!" The conflict that broke out suddenly ended suddenly. Although others seemed to be puzzled, they knew it in their hearts. As soon as Ximen Chuuxue left, Lu Xiaofeng also left, of course the elders in Chinese clothes would not stop him, everyone acted as if nothing had happened at all. Now Lu Xiaofeng sat comfortably in his carriage again, and the carriage began to move forward again. His charming niece, who was wearing an emerald green light gown, was sitting opposite him. Although the tears were still wet on her face, she didn't even show any sadness at all. There was still a smile in her eyes, as if she felt that this matter was very sad interesting. Lu Xiaofeng also seemed to find this very interesting, and suddenly said, "Are you my niece?" Xiao Cui said: "Yes." Lu Xiaofeng said: "Is your mother my sister?" Xiao Cui said: "Yes." Lu Xiaofeng said: "She is dead now?" Xiao Cui said: "Yes." Lu Xiaofeng said: "Are you going to take us to your house now?" Xiao Cui said: "Yes." Lu Xiaofeng said: "Who else is there in your family?" Xiaocui suddenly smiled and said, "There are some people you will definitely like." Lu Xiaofeng said: "How do you know who I will like?" Xiaocui blinked: "Of course I know." Lu Xiaofeng said: "How many people are there?" Xiao Cui said: "A lot." She also smiled mysteriously, and suddenly stuck her head out of the window, and shouted to the driver: "Turn left from the alley in front, and you will arrive at the third red door on the right." In the alley paved with bluestone slabs, the red apricots are in full bloom inside the high walls on both sides, and the spring color inside the walls is so thick that it can't even be shut off. The third red door on the right was originally open, and several pink palace lanterns hung on the lintel. As soon as Xiaocui walked in, she shouted loudly: "Everyone, come out quickly, our uncle is here." Before her cries stopped, seventeen or eighteen girls rushed out from the yard. They are all young, light and beautiful like swallows, and chattering like sparrows. Which young girl doesn't like her uncle? They all huddled beside Lu Xiaofeng, some held hands, some held clothes, and they all called, "Uncle." Lu Xiaofeng was stunned again: "Are they all my nieces?" Xiaocui nodded and said, "Do you like them?" Lu Xiaofeng could only admit: "I like it, I like all of them." Xiao Cui smiled: "I knew you would like them." She went to warn the girls again: "But you have to be careful. Our uncle is good at everything, but he is a little dishonest. When he hugs you, he can't even breathe." The girls laughed even more delicately, and quarreled more fiercely: "Have you been hugged by him before?" "Uncle is unfair. He hugged her before, why didn't he hug me?" "I want my uncle to hug me too." "I also want." Lu Xiaofeng looked left and right, a little wanting to hug left and right, Liu Qingqing watched coldly, and was about to think of a way to wake him up soberly, so that extreme joy would lead to sorrow. Unexpectedly, Xiaocui's movements were even faster than hers, she had already grabbed Lu Xiaofeng's hand and rushed out of the tight encirclement. The girls shouted again: "You asked us to come out, why did you take uncle away? He is not your uncle alone?" Lu Xiaofeng immediately agreed: "Since everyone is my niece, I should also accompany them." Xiaocui ignored him, and pulled him into the corridor at the back before letting go, and glanced at him with a half-smile: "It seems that your ambition is not small, those wild girls are tigresses , Aren't you afraid that they will tear your old bones apart!" This is very unlike the way a niece talks to her uncle. Who is she?Why did he recognize Lu Xiaofeng as his uncle?Why did you bring Lu Xiaofeng here? Lu Xiaofeng blinked, and deliberately asked: "Do you want to be alone with me?" Xiaocui laughed again, giggling and said, "I don't have the guts, you almost broke all my bones just now, if I'm alone with you, what's the deal?" Lu Xiaofeng said: "Sometimes I can be very gentle, especially when there is no one around." Xiao Cui sighed on purpose, and said, "No wonder people say you are an old pervert, and you even want to make up your mind about your niece." Lu Xiaofeng said: "Who says I'm an old pervert?" Xiao Cui said: "One person said it." Lu Xiaofeng said: "Who?" Xiao Cui said: "Of course he is someone you will definitely like very much. I guarantee that once you see him, you will immediately forget all other people's words." Lu Xiaofeng's eyes lit up again, and he immediately asked, "Where is this person?" Xiaocui pointed to a door at the end of the corridor, and said, "He's waiting for you in that room for a long time, why don't you go quickly?" Lu Xiaofeng said: "What about you?" Xiao Cui giggled again and said, "My matchmaker only delivers letters, but I don't care about bringing people into the bridal chamber." There are also several pink palace lanterns hanging in the corridor, the lights are more gentle than the moonlight. Those wild girls didn't chase in, and Liu Qingqing didn't chase in either. The door was ajar. There was no sound of people in the door. —Who was waiting for him inside?Is there a gentle trap inside?Or a murder trap? Lu Xiaofeng was hesitating, but Xiaocui pushed him hard from behind and pushed him into the door. The lighting in the room is more gentle, the brocade curtains are hanging down, and the bead curtains are swaying, it looks like a bridal chamber. Now the groom has entered the bridal chamber, what about the bride? There was no one in the tent, as if there was no one there, but there were some dishes and a jug of wine on the table. The dishes are all Lu Xiaofeng's favorite, and the wine is Zhuyeqing which suits his taste the most. The man undoubtedly knew him and knew him well. ——Could it be that Ye Ling had already rushed in front of him, deliberately trying to surprise him? ——If it wasn't for Ye Ling, who would have known that he was Lu Xiaofeng? He thought about every woman he knew, and thought it was impossible. So he simply gave up thinking about it, and was about to sit down and make up for the unfinished dinner just now, when someone in the tent suddenly said: "You may as well drink to your heart's content today, whoever you want to drink with you is fine, even if you are drunk , we have nothing to do tomorrow." Lu Xiaofeng sighed, those pink fantasies just now turned gray all of a sudden. Gray clothes, gray voice. This is the voice of an old knife handle. Lu Xiaofeng sighed, and said with a wry smile: "You obviously have many ways to meet me, why do you want me to be happy for nothing?" The old knife said: "Because what I'm telling you now must not be heard by the second person." His man finally appeared, and he was indeed wearing the same gray and plain clothes, and of course he was still wearing the basket-like bamboo hat on his head, which really didn't match this place at all. Lu Xiaofeng couldn't even drink the wine anymore, he smiled bitterly and said, "Are you going to scold me bloody?" The old swordman said: "What you did just now is indeed very dangerous. If I hadn't already made arrangements, not only Mu Taoist would probably recognize you, Ximen Chuuxue might also recognize you." His voice was actually very gentle: "But now the matter is finally over, and it has not affected the overall situation." But Lu Xiaofeng couldn't help asking: "You already know everything about what happened just now? Could it be that you were there just now?" The old knife said: "I'm not here, but I know." Lu Xiaofeng sighed again, and said, "The thing I admire most about you is not because you know everything." The old knife said: "What do you admire most?" Lu Xiaofeng said: "You actually think of those old monks who have no tigers or leopards to bring women to drink, just based on this, I don't think I can admire you." The people who courted prostitutes were actually the eminent Shaolin monks in the past. Who would have thought of such a thing except old knives? Therefore, even if Ximen Chuuxue and the others thought their martial arts were suspicious, they would never doubt that they were Wuhu brothers who had been resurrected from the dead. In the rivers and lakes, there are many strangers who possess unique skills and hide their secrets. The old swordsman said indifferently: "It's because others can't think of it, so this matter will not affect the overall situation." Lu Xiaofeng said: "But wait until April 13th, when they appear in Wudang again..." The old knife handle said: "At that time, they have become wandering Taoist priests who go up the mountain to rejoice, no one will pay attention to them." Lu Xiaofeng said: "What about me? What kind of person did I become that day?" The old swordman said: "You are a firework Taoist, and you have to serve distinguished guests from all over the world in the hall at any time." Lu Xiaofeng smiled wryly, "This is really a good job." The old knife handle said: "That day there were so many canopies on Wudang Mountain, absolutely no one would notice a pyrotechnic priest." Lu Xiaofeng said: "What is my real errand? Is it to deal with Shi Yan? Or deal with Taoist Mu?" The old knife said: "No, I already have someone to deal with them." Lu Xiaofeng said: "Then what about me? You didn't come to me because you wanted me to serve those guests?" The old knife said: "Of course you have other things to do. The key to the success of this plan lies in you." Lu Xiaofeng couldn't help but drank a glass of wine, thinking that he had such a big responsibility on his shoulders, he couldn't help drinking another glass. He was a little nervous. The old swordman actually poured a glass of wine, took a sip, and then slowly said: "What I want you to do is not killing people, I just want you to get an account book for me." Lu Xiaofeng said: "Whose account book?" The old knife handle said: "Originally it belonged to Master Mei. After he died, it was passed on to Shi Yan." Lu Xiaofeng couldn't figure it out: "The majestic head of Wudang, does he also keep his own accounts?" The old knife said: "Every account is written down by their own hands." Lu Xiaofeng asked tentatively: "Of course it's not firewood, rice, oil and salt recorded in the account." The old knife said: "No." Lu Xiaofeng was even more curious: "What is written on it?" The old swordsman actually drank the wine in his glass, and said in a deep voice: "The account records the wealth and lives of hundreds of thousands of people." Lu Xiaofeng said: "Who are they?" The old knife said: "They are all people with status, famous people, and rich people." Lu Xiaofeng didn't understand even more: "What does their wealth and life have to do with Shi Yan's account books?" The old knife said: "The privacy and secrets of these people are recorded in this account book." Lu Xiaofeng said: "Shady secret?" The old swordsman nodded and said: "If Shi Yan discloses these secrets, these people will not only be unable to gain a foothold in the world, but they will be ruined immediately, and there will be no place to die!" Lu Xiaofeng heaved a long sigh, and said: "The dignified head of Wudang should never do things that threaten people's privacy." The old knife handle said coldly: "They really shouldn't have done it, but they did it anyway." His voice was suddenly full of resentment: "If it weren't for the fact that they always used other people's privacy as a means of coercion, how could Shi He destroy himself on the eve of taking over the Wudang sect? Gu Feiyun, Gao Tao, Liu Qingqing, Zhong Wugu, etc. How can these people, their secrets be known?" Lu Xiaofeng couldn't help exhaling again, and said, "All these secrets were told by Zhenren Mei and Shi He?" The old swordsman said bitterly: "Because they failed to coerce, they must put this person to death. Even if this person has changed his mind and wants to start a new life, he has no chance." Lu Xiaofeng said: "But you gave them a chance." The old knife said: "I only gave them one chance, not just one chance." Lu Xiaofeng said: "What's the difference?" The old knife said: "They want to be human again, not dead." ——What is the difference between a person living in a ghost villa and death? ——Only by destroying that account book can they really have a chance to start a new life. The old knife clenched his hands tightly and said: "This is the biggest purpose of my operation this time. We are only allowed to succeed, not to fail!" With a "poof", the wine glass shattered in his palm, and a trace of blood flowed out from between his fingers. Lu Xiaofeng looked at this trace of bright red blood, and suddenly became silent, because he was asking himself in his heart—— Is the matter of the old knife handle done correctly? If it is correct, an upright person should try his best to help him complete this matter! Wudang is a well-known orthodox sect, Mei Zhenren and Shi Yan have always been respected, and he has never doubted their personality. But now he had to reevaluate everything. The old knife stared at him, as if trying to see what was going on in the deepest part of his heart. What was Lu Xiaofeng thinking?who knows? The old knife said slowly: "I understand very well, if you are not really willing to do something, no one can force you, so you must understand the truth of this matter." Lu Xiaofeng asked suddenly: "Since your purpose is to save people, why do you want to kill people?" The old knife said: "I want to kill, just some people who must be killed!" Lu Xiaofeng said: "Wang Shidai, Gao Xingkong, Water Fly, these people must be killed?" The old swordsman sneered: "Let me ask you, how can you find out so many people's privacy and secrets only with Mei Zhenren and Shi Yan's trusted disciples?" Lu Xiaofeng said: "Could it be that the people you want to kill are all their spies?" The old knife nodded, and said: "Because these people also have their privacy in their hands." Lu Xiaofeng also clenched his hands, and finally asked: "Where is that account book?" The old knife handle said: "It's in the Taoist crown on Shi Yan's head." Lu Xiaofeng's heart sank. Wudang Shiyan was already a well-known swordsman in Jianghu when he was young, and his skills have improved in recent years. Although he seldom strikes, according to general estimates, his swordsmanship is already higher than that of Taoist Mu. Among the three people Ximen Chuuxue mentioned was undoubtedly him. The Taoist crown of the head of Wudang not only symbolizes the dignity of the Wudang sect, but is itself a priceless treasure, not to mention that there is such a big secret hidden in the Taoist crown. The old knife said: "I also know that it is not easy to take off that Taoist crown from his head." Isn't that not easy? It's as difficult as climbing the sky and picking the moon. Lu Xiaofeng said: "Why do we have to do something when he is wearing this crown?" The old knife said: "Because that is our only chance." He had a good reason to explain: "Because no one knows where this Taoist crown is usually hidden except himself." Lu Xiaofeng let out a long sigh and said, "I can't do it." On that day, in the main hall of Wudang Taoist Temple, the lights were brightly lit, and there were so many masters, who wanted to take off the Taoist crown from the head of the real Wudang teacher in full view, who could do such a thing? The old knife said: "Only you, you can definitely do it." Lu Xiaofeng said: "Even if I can take it off, there is absolutely no way I can take it and escape in full view." The old knife said: "It's not under the watchful eyes of everyone. When you make a move, no one can see you." Lu Xiaofeng said: "Why can't I see it?" The old knife handle said: "Because at that time, the seventy-two ever-burning lamps inside and outside the hall will definitely go out at the same time." ——When the oil in the lamp dries up, the lamp will naturally go out. The old swordman said: "We have tested at least 800 times, and we have calculated that if the oil in the lamp is only one, two or three yuan, it will definitely be burned when he announces the heir. It will make the oil in each lamp only one or two or three cents." This plan is really well thought out. Lu Xiaofeng said: "But there must be candles burning in the hall." The old swordsman said: "The oiran is in charge of this point. His hidden weapon skills are already unmatched by anyone." Now the plan is almost seamless. When the lights went out, the hall was suddenly dark, and everyone must have panicked. At this moment, Lu Xiaofeng wanted to win the Taoist crown, Shi He killed Shi Yan, Brother Wuhu killed Tie Jian, his cousin killed Little Gu Daoren, and the housekeeper killed Ying. Yan Laoqi, Hai Qikuo killed Shui Shangfei, Guan Tianwu killed Gao Xingkong, and Du Tiexin killed Wang Shibao. The old knife said: "No matter whether they can succeed or not, they will all retreat when the lights are turned on again." As long as you miss one hit, you will retreat completely. The old knife said: "You are the same, even if you can't get the Dao Crown, you must leave, because in that situation, no one will have a second chance to make a move." He added: "Regardless of whether you succeed or not, you must rush back here immediately. After the lights are on, everyone will only take care of the injured friends and fellow disciples. No one will notice that there are fewer people in the hall. No one, let alone follow." What's more, at that time, no one knew how it happened. Lu Xiaofeng couldn't help sighing again, and said, "I admire you!" In his life, he has participated in countless conspiracies, and none of them can compare to this one. The plan is almost completely impeccable. But he still has a few points to ask: "Why don't we kill Shi Yan first, and then take him to crown?" The old knife said: "Because we don't have the certainty that we can hit with one blow." This matter is only allowed to succeed, not to fail. This matter has indeed exhausted his whole life. Lu Xiaofeng asked again: "If it weren't for me, who would do my job?" The old knife said: "Ye Xue!" Lu Xiaofeng smiled wryly, "Why is it her?" The old knife said: "She has extremely high lightness kung fu and is born with night eyes. Given Shi Yan's sudden surprise, she has at least a 70% to 80% chance of succeeding." He suddenly took Lu Xiaofeng's hand with his hand: "You have a 90% chance, or even more than 90% chance. I know you also have the ability to see the details in the dark, and you also have this pair of hands that are unparalleled in the world." He held this hand as if holding a priceless treasure. Lu Xiaofeng was looking at his hands. His hands were thin, steady, and dry, with long, powerful fingers. If he held a sword that fits his hand, wouldn't this hand be more terrifying than Ximen Chuuxue's hand? Who is this person? Now if Lu Xiaofeng grabs his vein door with his wrist behind his back and takes off the bamboo hat on his head, he will immediately know who he is. Even if the chances of success are not great, at least try.But Lu Xiaofeng didn't try. This made him very angry with himself, and suddenly asked loudly: "Have you never thought about her life or death?" The old knife said: "Who are you talking about?" Lu Xiaofeng said: "It's your daughter, Ye Xue!" The old knife handle said lightly: "Why think about things that are useless even if you think about them?" Lu Xiaofeng said: "Do you know that after her mother died, she was still..." The old swordman immediately interrupted his words, and glared at him in the bamboo hat like a blade: "You can ask me to do anything for you, but you must never mention this woman in front of me again in the future." --why? ——Shen Sanniang is Ye Lingfeng's wife, but she gave birth to a daughter for him. She is sorry for Ye Lingfeng, not him. ——Why does he hate her so much? Lu Xiaofeng couldn't figure it out, he couldn't figure it out after thinking for a long time. The old swordsman's anger was quickly suppressed: "There is nothing to do during the day tomorrow, so you can do whatever you want. I will arrange for you to go to Wudang before dawn the day after tomorrow." He stood up, obviously ready to end the conversation: "The head of the incense Taoist is called Peng Changbei. When you arrive at the back mountain, he will arrange for you no matter what." Lu Xiaofeng said: "And then?" The old knife said: "Then you just wait there." Lu Xiaofeng said: "When the lights go out?" The old knife handle said: "That's right, when the lights go out." He went out and turned around again: "From now on, you will act completely alone, you don't need to contact anyone, and no one will come to you." Lu Xiaofeng smiled wryly: "From now on, I won't even be able to see my wife and son." The old knife said: "But you will not be lonely, you have many nieces."