Chapter 29 Chapter 28 The Wandering Swordsman

Master Qingfeng turned around and shouted: "Monk Hua, are you here?" Lin Ye whizzed around, and slowly stepped out of the eccentric Hua Monk, who was still carrying a handy shovel on his shoulder, and stood in front of the two of them. Monk Hua glanced at Zhao Ziyuan and said: "Haven't you dealt with this kid yet?" Master Qingfeng shook his head and said: "Don't be busy, don't be busy, this kid is already in our pocket, why are you afraid that he will fly into the sky? If Poor Dao hadn't noticed someone sneaking close just now, he would have sent him to Yin with a sword." After a pause, he asked:

"But you were sighing in the woods just now? Monk Hua turned his eyes and said: "Ox-nosed, you are so inexplicable, what is the poor monk sighing for no reason?" Daoist Qingfeng's expression sank suddenly, and he said: "Pindao clearly heard the sigh, suspected that the person had gone and returned, so he hastily withdrew his sword. Since the sigh was not from you, then the suspicion of the poor is not a shadow of a cup and a snake, but a real The three of them are approaching." Monk Hua blinked and said with an open voice: "Niubi just go ahead and take his life."

Zhao Ziyuan said: "The master speaks and kills at every turn, and the monks are so cruel and aggressive that it is contrary to the indifference and tranquility that Buddhism emphasizes." Monk Hua said: "The poor monk has long been a non-Buddhist, boy, you can talk about it for nothing, but you still won't survive in the end." As he said that, he winked at Daoist Qingfeng, and Daoist Qingfeng flicked his right wrist quickly, and the long sword moved suddenly, and a bright light gushed out, aiming at Zhao Ziyuan's throat. Seeing his strange sword moves, Zhao Ziyuan was very vigilant, he quickly jumped back and retreated six steps in one breath, only then did he avoid the sharp edge of the opponent's sword, and took advantage of the situation to strike back.

Daoist Qingfeng sneered, and he was already in front of him with one step. The long sword in his hand shone with a cold light, spreading all over the sky, covering the enemy. He kept his right hand free, clapping his palms and holding his fingers, and what he did was changeless. Daoist Qingfeng's palm and sword came out together, forcing Zhao Ziyuan to dodge, and sprinted around in a circle. The two sides had less than five moves, Zhao Ziyuan was already in danger several times, and gradually became helpless. At this moment, there was another soft sighing sound from behind the slope, although amidst the hissing of the sword palm, everyone on the field could hear it clearly, as if the sigh was coming out right next to their ears.The Qingfeng Dao long sword's attack was unknowingly slowed down.

Monk Hua's complexion changed, and he said sharply: "Ox-nosed, hurry up, or it will be too late!" A cold voice behind the slope said: "The Daoist is too slow to draw the sword, it is too late to kill your opponent." As soon as the voice fell, a figure rolled towards him like a strong wind. Qingfeng Dao's long sword sank, and immediately changed direction to strike out. The man let out a sneer, his figure whirled back and forth like the wind, Daoist Qingfeng's expression was serious, and he swung his sword for three consecutive strikes, but when he heard three sounds of "hissing" and "hissing", the sword roar was extremely ear-piercing, the man sneered , with slightly wrong steps, he jumped out of the sword circle.

Daoist Qingfeng hit the air three times in a row with his swords, his eyes shot out an angry and horrified light, he held the long sword in his hand, and stood there in a daze. Zhao Ziyuan raised his eyes subconsciously, and saw that the man was in his early fifties, with a clean face, a short mustache on his upper lip, and a white cloth shirt. Although he was old, he had a chic and unrestrained aura, Zhao Ziyuan It seems that one can imagine the vigorous and heroic appearance of this person when he was young, but the eyes of Monk Hua and Taoist Qingfeng fell on the long sword tied around the man's waist. The night wind blew past, and the yellow tassel on the hilt slightly fluttering.

Zhao Ziyuan cried silently in his heart: "It's him! This afternoon in the hotel, he pretended to be too drunk, and the drunk man lying on a corner table is him! It's strange, Monk Hua followed him for a while, why did he come back here one after another?" Monk Hua took a step forward; loudly said: "No matter how the benefactor conceals it, the poor monk will still see through it." The man in white robe said calmly: "Why is this family trying to hide something? But this afternoon, monk, you and the Taoist priest followed after a certain family left the wine shop in the town. Why hasn't a certain family asked you?"

Monk Hua said: "The benefactor, why bother to ask knowingly?" The white-robed man reached out and patted the long sword on his waist, and said, "Is it because someone has this sword?" Monk Hua said in a deep voice: "Although the benefactor has always concealed his true colors, the yellow tassel on the hilt of the sword you carry is the most obvious sign. There is no reason why the poor monk can't recognize it." The white robe said: "It's been more than twenty years, thanks to the great master's memory." After speaking, he sighed again.

Master Qingfeng couldn't help but said: "Why does Fellow Daoist sigh again and again?" The white robe said: "As a Wudang Qingsu, the Taoist priest has a high reputation and status, but he is willing to be driven away by others without the general trend. " The faces of Monk Hua and Daoist Qingfeng all changed, and Monk Hua interrupted: "The words of the benefactor, to the poor monk's ears, are not only nonsense, but also ridiculous." The white robe said: "What's so ridiculous?" Monk Hua said: "You think that we are driven by others, but there is absolutely no basis to prove it. Isn't this speculation very ridiculous?"

The man in the white robe smiled coldly, stretched his hand out of his arms and slowly took out something, and it turned out to be two cards with the bottom facing down, when Zhao Ziyuan saw the cards in the hand of the man in white robe, he couldn't help being shocked. The man in white robe said in a deep voice: "The master used the cards to convey the news to Taoist Master Qingfeng, wasn't he instructed by others?" Monk Hua's expression sank, and he said: "Wandering Swordsman! You know a lot, but you came here specifically for us?" He called out the name "Wandering Swordsman", and Zhao Ziyuan's blood boiled with excitement. He secretly thought that the white-robed man standing in front of him was the man in Wutai twenty-five years ago, in front of the heroes of the world. The arrogant "Wandering Swordsman" who travels all over the world and hates people.

Then Monk Hua must be a wandering monk who is invincible in the Central Plains with the help of "five-finger fork". "The same sword was used.The white robe said: "You can say that." Monk Hua pointed at Zhao Ziyuan and said sharply: "What about this baby? Do you also want to protect him?" The man in white robe nodded, Monk Hua said: "Wandering swordsman, you are too arrogant. The poor monk has tolerated you again and again, but don't mistakenly think that the poor monk is afraid of you." The white robe said: "Anyway, a certain family is in charge of this matter, so you can draw a line—" Monk Hua was extremely angry and laughed back: "Very well, since you said so, the poor monk said that he must not take the old account of Wutai Mountain together and settle it with you—" The man in white robe said lightly: "Twenty-five years ago, the master retreated without a fight on Mount Wutai. Do you want to try again today?" Monk Hua said: "Although the donor's sword skills are high, but the poor monk's 'five-fingered fork' is fine if you don't shoot it. If you shoot it, you may not be able to please it!" The white-robed man said indifferently: "Is that so? A certain family doesn't use a sword. Try the 'five-finger fork' trick." Monk Hua smiled and said: "A benefactor who doesn't use weapons is seeking his own death, but he can't blame the poor monk." The two sides were at war with each other, and the atmosphere suddenly became extremely tense. Zhao Ziyuan, who was standing by the side, couldn't help worrying secretly for the white-robed man, he had seen that monk Hua's "five-finger cross" kung fu before, it was dangerous and strange, it was indeed a rare couple in the world, if the white-robed man gave up his sword, he would be right. I'm afraid they won't be able to withstand the power of the "five-finger fork". Qingfengdao took a long step towards Monk Hua's side, and said in a low voice: "Monk, if you are not very sure, it's better not to do it lightly." Monk Hua said: "Don't worry about Niubi, the old debt from the past, the poor monk should break up with him." Turning to face the white-robed man, he said, "Are you ready for the funeral?" The white-robed man looked up to the sky and laughed loudly: "It's that sentence again! Twenty-five years ago on Wutai Mountain, you said the same sentence. Before you issued the 'five fingers fork', didn't you have to ask your opponent if he was ready for the funeral? Apart from this sentence , have you nothing else to say? Monk Hua kept his face silent, and suddenly rushed to attack, his left palm slapped away like lightning. When he issued a palm, his five fingers spread like claws, and five strands of dark red gas faintly leaked from the palm, covering the upper body of the white-robed man in a distance. All of a sudden, the cyclone and wind swayed around, and if it swept wildly, the turbulent waves roared and roared. The man in white robe said loudly: "The master's 'five fingers fork' kung fu fruit has been practiced well." His expression suddenly became unusually cautious, his eyes fixed on the other party without looking away, but seeing him raise his right palm unhurriedly and seal it head-on. The power of the palm first came into contact with the airflow from Monk Hua's five fingers, and he immediately showed a surprised expression. His clothes fluttered endlessly, making a rustling sound. He raised his left palm immediately, sending out a solid internal force, matching the previous one. At that time, the palm strength issued by the right palm complement each other, and the strength is twice as strong. Daoist Qingfeng and Zhao Ziyuan on the side just stared dumbfounded, because the magic skill of the two palms used by the white-robed man is strange and unusual, and it is wonderful to open another stream path, coupled with his profound skill, naturally formed a There is a strong momentum, and there is no sign of exhaustion. Monk Hua's all-conquering five-fingered offensive was actually slowed down. Monk Hua let out a stern shout, flexed and stretched the five fingers of his right palm, and closed them several times, and there was a cold wind coming out from the fingertips. He only heard the whining sound, and his palms and fingers had completely turned bright red, as if blood was about to drip. It was obvious that Monk Hua's "five-finger fork" had been applied to 100% of the heat, and Zhao Ziyuan unconsciously yelled, "It's not good." ". The man in the robe yelled, stretched out his left hand, and threw out his right palm straight out. He threw out both palms, and the moves were extremely complicated. "Five Fingers" offensive. It was only then that Zhao Ziyuan realized that the white-robed man's stamina and stamina were really hard to measure, if it was someone else, under the force of Monk Hua's "five-fingered fork", even if he was not defeated on the spot, he would lose the ability to fight. Let the other party be slaughtered and cut off. The two of them show off their unique skills as soon as they start their hands, each move is full of power, implying the power of thunder, it is indeed a rare fight in the martial arts. The two sides stalemate for a long time, the white-robed man suddenly swung his fist several times in a row, forcing Monk Hua to change his form to seal, his body moved continuously, and the cold wind and cold air gradually disappeared.The white-robed man took the opportunity to jump out of the battle circle, and said: "Teach me." Monk Hua said with a cold face: "Wandering Swordsman, you quit before the victory or defeat is decided, but don't you dare to fight me to the death?" The white-robed man smiled coldly and said: "Master is so stubborn, a certain family is going to use a sword." Qingfengdao said: "Wait for the poor Taoist to come and experience the swordsmanship of fellow Taoists." The white robe said: "It doesn't matter who goes first, a certain family will teach you tonight and wait for your wish to come true." Laughing several times, he drew his sword backhand, and immediately a shocking and fierce "murderous aura" swept towards the opponent following the movement of drawing the sword. The "murderous aura" went away very abruptly, like emptying a huge wave, like a turbulent tide, it suddenly swept in front of the opponent. The man in white robe made a slight movement, and Zhao Ziyuan, who was standing five feet away, immediately felt the sensation, he felt that his breathing was suffocating, his body was blocked, and he wanted to avoid it. At the beginning, Taoist Master Qingfeng and Monk Hua stood on the ground without moving. After half of the white-robed sword was drawn out, the "murderous aura" emanating from the sharp edge of the sword became more and more fierce, forming a kind of unpredictable real power. , so I felt overwhelmed at first, and avoided it. The movement of the white-robed man drawing his sword was very slow, but with the movement of his arm, the body of the sword was exposed inch by inch, and the fierce "murderous aura" had permeated the entire wilderness. At the same time, his falcon-like eyes also shot out a strong and cold murderous intent, which caused people to be shocked when they looked at him. Beads of sweat dripped from Monk Hua's forehead, he wanted to strike first to seize the opportunity, but he couldn't help himself. Daoist Qingfeng also felt the same way over there, the long sword was about to be struck before it was struck, obviously it was struck by the white-robed man It is restrained by the strange power of the body, and it is very immobile. At this moment, the white-robed man's sword was about to be exhausted, Zhao Ziyuan's eyes were wide open like a bell, and his heart was unsteady, he knew that when the white-robed man's sword was completely drawn out, it would be the time of life and death. , Judging by the power of the lightning strike when this person draws his sword, there is no reason for the war to drag on. Monk Hua and Daoist Qingfeng exchanged glances with each other, then raised their heads to the sky and let out a snarl, they all turned and retreated in unison. Teng Teng Teng, the two retreated nine steps in one breath, straightened their chests, and stood firm. Monk Hua said in a trembling voice: "In previous years on Mount Wutai, the poor monk had guessed who you were, but now he has confirmed what he thought, wandering swordsman, why don't you dare to reveal your original name?" The man in white laughed and said, "The time has not yet come. " Monk Hua murmured: "The history of twenty-five years ago is actually repeating itself. Could it be that I will never be able to match you?..." The expression on his face changed rapidly, and with a wave of his hand, he and Daoist Qingfeng turned around and rushed away, and the two disappeared into the vast night in an instant. Zhao Ziyuan's heart was agitated, of course he knew what Monk Hua meant by "history repeating itself", he silently thought: "In the past, the 'Wandering Swordsman' frightened away the arrogance traveling monk with just a backhand drawing of his sword. Today they met again. The 'Wandering Swordsman' hadn't finished his sword yet, and Monk Hua was still defeated. No wonder he had 'History repeats itself'." After the monks went far together, the white-robed man whispered to himself: "It's dangerous, if Monk Hua didn't know that he was invincible, and used the 'Five Fingers Fork' kung fu desperately, it is still unknown who will win the deer—" After a moment of calm, he turned to Zhao Ziyuan and said: "Boy, when did you get into trouble with these monsters?" Zhao Ziyuan shrugged and said: "Actually, I never messed with them, and I don't understand why, no matter where I go, there are always people looking for my bad luck?" The man in white robe smiled and said: "Based on this, you are actually quite an important figure in the martial arts world." Zhao Ziyuan remained silent, and said for a while: "Zunjia's swordsmanship is unique in the world, but Xiao Ke still hasn't figured out how to crush the opponent's fighting spirit with a simple action of drawing the sword?" The white robe said: "The reason for this is that once you have reached a certain level of sword attainment, you will be able to introspect yourself." He said a little "oh", as if he suddenly remembered something, and replied: "Boy, do you want to practice swords?" Zhao Ziyuan was taken aback for a moment, and said: "Could it be that your honor wants to teach a mere swordsmanship?" When he blurted out these words, an inexplicable excitement suddenly rose in his heart, he thought to himself that if he was lucky enough to practice this kind of sword art, he would be able to squeeze into the forest of first-class masters in the rivers and lakes, and it would be of great convenience for his future actions. The white-robed man said coldly: "I don't want to pass on the kung fu of swords to others for nothing, boy, if you want to learn swordsmanship, there must be a condition in exchange—" Zhao Ziyuan said: "It's okay not to learn it at such a young age." The white robe said: "Don't you want to listen to the conditions that the old man said?" Zhao Ziyuan was silent, and the white-robed man repeated: "This old man teaches you a set of sword skills, and I want you to use it on someone after you learn it..." Zhao Ziyuan said: "Your Excellency, do you want me to rely on this set of sword techniques to kill that person?" The man in white robe shook his head and said: "No, although the sword technique that this old man wants to teach you is said to be invincible, but if the old man's prediction is not bad, that person's martial arts skills are just enough to restrain your sword technique, and he will never be defeated or even lose his life." Zhao Ziyuan was puzzled and said: "Your Excellency wants me to kill that man with a sword, but what is your intention?" The white robe said: "I just want to confirm whether that person's martial arts are only limited to being able to restrain this set of swordsmanship. In other words, if she has other superb skills, you will be in danger of dying on the spot. Young man, do you dare to take this risk? " Zhao Ziyuan pondered for a while and said: "This is not a question of daring, but whether this set of sword techniques is worth the price of risking one's life? If the price is high enough, what's the point of Xiao Ke risking his life once?" A strange brilliance flashed across the pupils of the robed man, and he sized Zhao Ziyuan up and down for a while. From the young man in front of him, he vaguely saw the silhouette of himself when he was young. His behavior back then was almost the same as that of this young man. It was exactly the same, and in an instant, infinite feelings surged in his heart. He said slowly: "And you agreed?" Zhao Ziyuan nodded silently, and then said: "The matter is really so simple, with the ability of the nobleman, there is absolutely no reason to be in danger, why don't you go find that person yourself?" The white-robed man said angrily: "Nonsense! If the old man can fight her personally, why should I ask you to do it for me?" Zhao Ziyuan was full of doubts, but he didn't want to ask more questions, so he said in a moment: "Just now Monk Na Hua called you a 'Wandering Swordsman'. As far as Xiao Ke knows, there is no such character as a 'Wandering Swordsman' in the martial arts world. Could you tell us your real identity?" The white robe said: "Old man Sima Daoyuan." continued: "I don't think I just take off the white cloth covering the hood, and you won't be able to recognize it. Your eyesight is too bad, young man—" Zhao Ziyuan frowned and said: "Xiao Ke has long recognized that you are the man who called himself 'Sima Daoyuan', but the eighteen members of Sima's family were all killed on a boat on the Emerald Lake twenty years ago..." The expression of the white-robed man changed slightly, and he interrupted: "If the old man has already been killed, why did he show up here?" Zhao Ziyuan had eyes in his chest, but he couldn't make a sound for a long time. The white robe said: "Do you want to learn this set of sword skills?" Zhao Ziyuan said: "Didn't Xiao Ke already promise you?" The white-robed man pointed to the forest to the west, and said: "Passing through this forest barrier, there is an abandoned Ci hall, which can be used as a place to stay. The old man will officially teach you the sword technique." Zhao Ziyuan said in astonishment: "Isn't it the same to practice sword here?" The white-robed man said coldly: "What do you know? Although the old man sees that you are a talented person to practice martial arts, it will take at least half a month to master this set of sword skills. How can you not find a place to stay?" Zhao Ziyuan said: "Since it takes so long, Xiao Ke doesn't want to learn." The white-robed man said angrily: "Where in the world is there any quick palm move swordsmanship? You don't even have this kind of patience, so I'm so disappointed." Zhao Ziyuan shook his head and said: "It's not that I don't have such patience, it's that I have to rush to the ghost town in a few days..." The white-robed man took out the two cards from his pocket and said: "But is it related to this object?" Zhao Ziyuan said: "The cards are owned by Monk Hua, how could they be in the hands of the Master?" The white robe said: "Monk Hua is arrogant and unscrupulous in the wine shop. The old man has an old friend who is known as "steal everything". Weird..." Zhao Ziyuan said: "Can you take a look at the cards?" Hearing this, the white-robed man put the cards into his arms instead, saying: "Let's talk about it after you have successfully practiced the sword. The old man promises that it will not be too late for you to come to Ghost Town in half a month, so that you won't miss something—" Zhao Ziyuan pondered for a long time and said: "Okay, but you have to tell me who I want to use the sword with first." The white robe said: "This old man can't disclose in advance, if you are willing to learn swords, you can go with the old man, otherwise you can give up." After saying that, he turned around and left, Zhao Ziyuan hesitated for a moment, then followed. The two walked quickly across the forest for a long time, and saw a red wall looming in the distance, dotted with ruined buildings and broken tiles, and a faint light shone through. The white-robed man suddenly stopped behind a big tree and said in a low voice: "That cave hall has been abandoned for a long time, how could there be light shining through it? It's really strange." Zhao Ziyuan said: "The left and right are just monks and the like living here. Could it be that there are others?" The white robe said: "The ancestral hall has been in disrepair for a long time, and it is clear that there has been no one in it for a long time. Where are the abbots and monks? You are also confused, young man." Now they walked around the ancestral hall and came to the front of the mountain gate, but saw that the mountain gate was very old. The two looked around for a while, but saw no movement, so they raised their palms and pushed the door. With a sound of "Yiya", the mountain gate opened, and Zhao Ziyuan followed the white-robed man through the gate, only to see the cobwebs in the cave, no incense on the table for a long time, and the dust-covered statue of the god that was about to collapse, which looked particularly gloomy appalling. On the shrine in front of the statue, there are three fire candles, and the dim yellow light keeps flickering, making people feel more mysterious. The white-robed man Hong said: "Is there anyone in the shrine?" His true energy was deep, and his voice echoed endlessly on the walls of the ancestral hall, but there was no echo for a long time, as if there was no one there. A feeling of terror suddenly rose in Zhao Ziyuan's heart, and he thought to himself: "It is clear that someone lit the candle on the altar. But at this moment, there is no one. Could it be that the person has hidden in advance before the gate of the mountain is opened?" Fang Zi was startled and uncertain, suddenly a breeze blew out, the three candles were blown out, the inside of the ancestral hall was as dark as ink, Zhao Ziyuan could not see anything beyond Xunzhang even if he looked with all his eyesight. Zhao Ziyuan shouted: "Senior Sima, if the fire suddenly goes out, it must be possible..." The white-robed man gave a "shh" and said: "Keep quiet! Have you got a flame with you?" Zhao Ziyuan was about to pull out the flame, when a breeze suddenly blew by his side, he had rich experience in the world, and he knew that the breeze was probably the strength of his inner family, so Huo Di turned around and slapped his palm back, that blow in the darkness The power of the palm is like a stone sinking into the sea, and there is no one in sight. At this moment, there was a flash of light above his head, dazzling flowers, followed by a "choke clang", it turned out that the man in white robe had drawn out the long sword around his waist. As soon as the white-robed man drew out his long sword, there was a fierce murderous aura rushing towards him, with thunderous and invincible power, Zhao Ziyuan unknowingly took a few steps back. Suddenly there was another thunderclap in the ancestral hall, and a gray figure rushed out from the sword light, it was extremely fast and disappeared in a flash—Zhao Ziyuan blurted out: "Sure enough, there are people in ambush—" After shouting this, the white-robed man did not strike a second time with his sword. After a while, the clay statue behind the altar suddenly split in two and fell down! Seeing this, Zhao Ziyuan almost exclaimed again, the white-robed man's sword clearly did not hit the Buddha statue, but the sword energy emanating from the sword seemed to be something tangible, and it cut the Buddha statue half a zhang away. The two halves, the mighty and domineering swordsmanship is really unbelievable. However, what surprised Zhao Ziyuan was even more than that, the swordsmanship of the white-robed man was unparalleled in the world, he didn't draw his long sword easily, even against an opponent who was as strong as a flower monk, he frightened the opponent before he could even use his sword fully Let's go, but now he resolutely draws out the whole blade of his sword and strikes out a move. It seems that he has not succeeded yet, but the person lurking in the dark of Ke Tang is actually a more terrifying master than Monk Hua—— There was a dead silence in the ancestral hall, intermittently only the sound of Zhao Ziyuan's heavy breathing, and the sound of "chi" and "chi" footsteps of the white-robed man walking around. The man in white robe stopped in the east corner and shouted in a deep voice: "Good friend! Since you are here for a certain house, please show up." There was no answer for a long while, the white-robed man held his sword in his hand, bent down and pulled an iron ring on the ground with his free left hand, and he actually pulled out a stone slab. After the stone slab was pulled away, a cellar was revealed, and the man in white robe leaned over and shouted: "Friends who are hiding, a certain house is going down." Zhao Ziyuan was puzzled when he heard that he had predicted his actions to the enemy, but when he saw the man in white robe, he jumped down immediately after drinking. There was a delicate call from below, it was a female accent, Zhao Ziyuan's heart moved slightly, and he also fell towards the entrance of the cave after the white-robed man. As far as he looked, he saw that the cellar seemed quite spacious, but it was empty on all sides. There was nothing, only the inside. A corner is separated by a curtain. Zhao Ziyuan's thoughts turned, and he thought to himself: "Just now I clearly heard that woman's call, but there is no one in the cellar except for the curtain behind the curtain, so the female accent is naturally coming from behind the curtain?" Thinking about this, he had the idea of ​​setting off the cloth to take a closer look. He took a few steps forward, and the white-robed man suddenly stood up and stopped in front of him.The man in white robe said coldly: "What are you going to do?" Zhao Ziyuan said: "Your Excellency knew that I wanted to lift the curtain, why did you stop me?" The white robe said: "You better not open it." Zhao Ziyuan was startled, and said: "Could it be that Your Excellency has already guessed that there are some weird things behind the curtain that Xiao Ke can't see? Even so, the curtain will be lifted sooner or later." The white-robed man thought for a while and said: "Okay, the old man will tear the curtain away, but you'd better close your eyes." With a sweep of his body, he stretched out his hand and quickly lifted the curtain. The curtain was rolled upside down, Zhao Ziyuan not only did not close his eyelids as promised, but opened his eyes wide. He first saw a beautiful girl in a thin gauze crouching in a corner of the wall, and above the corner hung a lamp. Oil lamps, the flames illuminate the vicinity as bright as day. Zhao Ziyuan blurted out: "Li Ji, is that you?" The woman turned her head slowly, raised her white slender hands to cover her black hair, cast a sidelong glance at Zhao Ziyuan, and smiled sweetly. This smile has the power of ecstasy, but Zhao Ziyuan didn't pay attention to it. He found that although the body of the beautiful woman in front of him was very similar to Li Ji in the East Chamber of Liuxiangyuan, her face and facial features were completely different. The long body stands upright, and the beauty of the whole body is looming under the light veil. The veiled beauty demon said: "Did you call Li Ji's name just now? Since you recognize her, you must have been to Liuxiangyuan before." Zhao Ziyuan said in astonishment: "Who is the girl?" The beautiful woman in Qingsha said: "I've always lived in the west wing of Liuxiangyuan. I dare you to only be in the east wing. No wonder you are so unfamiliar with me..." In the past, Zhao Ziyuan heard from Li Ji that Wu Xiaoqiu divided the Liuxiangyuan into four compartments in the southeast and northwest, and each housed a peerless woman who donated her beauty and masters of the world to be controlled and used by her. How amazed. Zhao Ziyuan said: "Is the girl who dares to love one of the four beauties who are famous all over the world?" The beautiful woman in light gauze didn't answer, and in a blink of an eye the white robe said humanely: "This grandpa—" The man in white robe cut his mouth coldly: "Wu Xiaoqiu, if he tries to drive the beauties to seduce the old man with her looks, then his efforts will be in vain." The beautiful woman in Qingsha smiled all over her face and said: "The concubine has never met a man who is not impressed by my looks. It is too early for the master to say this." The jade arm moved slightly, and the light veil on her body faded away. The fire light shone on her naked and white demon body, like a white jade statue, which made people's heart tremble and their blood pulsed. Zhao Ziyuan's face was red and his ears were red, the blood in his whole body was almost congealed, so he quickly looked away. The naked woman walked towards Zhao Ziyuan, her gestures were very seductive and charming, Zhao Ziyuan faintly smelled a strong fragrance from the other party's naked body, the closer she got, the stronger the fragrance became, Zhao Ziyuan unconsciously became distracted, My heart was beating wildly. The white-robed man said slightly: "It turns out that the person Wu Xiaoqiu instructed you to seduce is actually this young man surnamed Zhao..." Zhao Ziyuan quickly sat cross-legged on the ground, couldn't help adjusting his energy, exhaling and breathing, the naked girl smiled charmingly, and suddenly leaned over and fell into Zhao Ziyuan's arms. Her naked body wrapped around Zhao Ziyuan's body, and her hands wrapped around his swollen shoulders. Zhao Ziyuan suddenly felt soft and weak all over, and he was unable to get rid of it. The white-robed man watched coldly from the sidelines and did not stop him, as if he wanted to observe how his concentration was, whether he could resist the temptation of women? Beads of sweat rolled down Zhao Ziyuan's cheeks, and his upper body shook violently. The man in white robe realized that he was trying his best to fight against the demon in his heart.But the strength has become negligible. The man in white robe nodded, and suddenly said: "Girl let go." The naked girl seemed to have never heard of it, and she was still tightly wrapped around Zhao Ziyuan's body. The white-robed man said in a deep voice: "Are you Miss Shen Huanqing, the only daughter of Lord Shen of Shanxi Baishi Villa?" The nude girl's delicate body shook, she raised her head slightly and stared at the white-robed man, hesitated to speak.The white-robed man continued: "The girl is really the beloved daughter of Lord Shen, how could Wu Xiaoqiu harvest her as a fragrant woman? The naked girl still didn't speak, but a pair of bright hands were slowly drawn back from Zhao Ziyuan's shoulders, as soon as she left Zhao Ziyuan's body, Zhao Ziyuan's spiritual platform became much more awake. Just now, although his mind was in a trance, he still heard the words of the white-robed man very clearly, and he was very shocked by it, secretly thinking that the owner of the White Stone Villa in Shanxi, Shen Zhuang, was a generous hero all his life, and his status in the martial arts was very high. With a word from the Lord, seven or eight percent of the most difficult problems can be solved. Unexpectedly, his daughter would be reduced to this point, and I can't help but be full of doubts about it.Shen Tanqing said in a low voice: "Master, it's better not to pursue these matters." The man in white robe knew for a moment that he absolutely couldn't figure out why she was being used by Wu Xiaoqiu, so he picked up her clothes from the corner, and Shen Huanqing took them with one hand, and quickly put them on. At this moment, there was a sudden crackling sound from above the cellar, followed by a loud bang, as if someone had issued an internal palm splitting force. The man in white robe murmured: "Someone broke into the ancestral hall again, Wu Xiaoqiu seems to have not retreated yet..." Before he finished speaking, he heard a deep voice: "My surname is Wu, Mr. Gu is here to ask you for someone—" Another gloomy sneer said: "What are you? Dare to speak to the old man in this tone?" The deep voice said: "Yesterday, Gu went all over the four chambers of Liuxiangyuan, but only saw Miss Shen in the east chamber. Later, I learned from one of the respected servants..." The gloomy voice said: "It is said that no one in the world can do ten tricks under the palm of the master of the martial arts academy. Anyway, Gu has already risked his life. Master of the martial arts academy, you can do it." When Zhao Ziyuan heard the voice, he felt it was very familiar. He was stunned for a moment, and said to himself: "So it's Brother Gu Qianwu, he's here too!" He glanced over Shen Huanqing's face, and found that her face had become unusually pale, as if she had suddenly suffered a serious illness. Zhao Ziyuan was secretly puzzled, but he didn't have time to study it carefully, so he said in a loud voice: "Brother Gu! My younger brother is here." At this moment, the exit on the top of the cellar made a "peng" sound, and Zhao Ziyuan immediately knew that the top was about to be blocked. In desperation, he jumped up and shot straight up. Almost at the same moment, the white man beside him In a flash, the white-robed man took a step ahead of him, and came first with a palm strike. The stone slab was shaken by the palm force, and after a loud noise, it was smashed into pieces by the palm force! The man in white robe and Zhao Ziyuan rushed out from the gap one after another. Shen Huanqing hesitated for a while, then raised his body lightly, and then jumped out of the cellar. Wu Xiaoqiu in gray clothes at the ancestral hall.Just one palm after another, Gu Qianwu was forced to have no strength to parry, only heard the whistling wind of the palm, mixed with a muffled groan, Gu Qianwu staggered back five steps, opened his mouth and sprayed out a bloody arrow, The body is attached to the dirt wall. Zhao Ziyuan shouted: "Brother Gu, how are you doing?" Gu Qianwu shook his head vigorously and said: "Fortunately, nothing happened." Wu Xiaoqiu gave a sinister smile, took a stride to bully him, raised his palm high, and was about to kill the killer, the white-robed man suppressed his voice at the right time and shouted loudly: "Wu Xiaoqiu! You stop with a certain family!" Wu Xiaoqiu turned around like a whirlwind, and looked at the white-robed man and Zhao Ziyuan with amazed eyes. After a while, his sharp eyes fell on Shen Huanqing, and a terrifying power shot out from his pupils. Shen Yuanqing hit him for no reason. She shuddered, her face full of shock. The man in the robe saw it, moved his body intentionally or unintentionally, inserted between Wu Xiaoqiu and Shen Congqing, and said in a cold voice: "Heaven doesn't obey people's wishes, you surnamed Wu, your plan has completely failed, and you want to vent your anger on an innocent weak girl?" Wu Xiaoqiu's vagina: "Don't be crazy, hey, you're about to die too!" The white-robed man snorted and said: "Only by you?" Wu Xiaoqiu said: "So what if the old man is alone?" The white-robed man sneered and said: "Only your surname Wu is absolutely unacceptable. It's better to find two masters to attack together like that night in Cuihu..." When Zhao Ziyuan heard the words, his heart was shaken heavily, and he silently called out to himself: "He mentioned Cuihu, and he said what does it mean to find two more helpers to attack? He—won't he be the one I suspect?" After thinking this far, he didn't dare to think about it any more.The man in white robe replied: "If a certain family didn't know your character well, they would almost mistakenly think that you have a problem with your sanity. Since my surname Wu dared to speak wildly, I must have something to rely on. Could it be that you are waiting for help to come?" Wu Xiaoqiu said: "Finally, you were right. Yes, the old man is indeed waiting for someone to arrive, and the time we agreed on is almost here." The white robe said: "Since this is the case, a certain family is willing to wait for your helper to arrive, and is not in a hurry to fight you immediately, but can you reveal who is the person who will come here to meet you?" Wu Xiaoqiu said: "Why not, this person is the second owner of Shuibo Green House..." In the middle of the conversation, he suddenly stopped talking, and covered it up with a smirk.Zhao Ziyuan couldn't help feeling confused when he heard his flickering words.The white-robed man's expression sank, and he said: "But the woman in the green house in the water called 'Nuwa'?"