Chapter 7 Chapter Five: Heroes, Heroes, and Illusionary God

The Yangtze River under the sun is magnificent and magnificent. A lonely old man came to Dadukou on a thin streaky donkey. There were bursts of desolate flute sounds faintly in the distance, as if they were telling the injustice and misfortune in the world. Looking at the river, the old man suddenly let out a sigh, and slowly climbed down from the donkey's back. The sound of the flute is approaching, and a small boat that looks very dilapidated comes across the river. An old Confucian scholar who was about the same age as him was sitting on the bow of the boat, playing the flute horizontally and softly.The boatman was a big shirtless man with strong arms, and the oars flew vigorously in the wind and waves, and he reached the riverside in an instant!

The sound of the flute stopped suddenly, and the lonely old man let out a long sigh, and suddenly said: "We have lost." The old Confucian coughed, and after a long silence, he said: "There is no great army in the world, and no one will capsize in the gutter." The old man smiled sadly: "It's just that we lost too badly this time." The old Confucian said slowly: "If you don't experience a thing, you don't gain a wisdom." The old man said: "I am seventy-two this year, can I come again?" The old Confucian said: "Whether the scholar can come back again has nothing to do with the age?"

The old man said: "If I listen to the words of the pedants, how can I fall into such a situation?" The old Confucian scholar said: "Although a soldier is defeated, he should not be discouraged. The defeat of a soldier can still be saved, but he cannot live when he is discouraged." The old man looked up and sighed: "The army has been defeated like a mountain, and the tide is gone. Who can save this tragic defeat?" The old Confucian said: "There is a person in Jiangdong. If you can invite him, the overall situation can still be done." When the old man heard this, his eyes lit up, and he quickly asked, "Who is this?"

The old Confucian looked at the distant peaks, and said slowly: "Ye Xuexuan." "Ye Xuexuan? Is this person a man or a woman? And who is it?" asked the old man. "Chairman, do you still remember Ye Hongxue?" "Mr. Ye Wu, the heavenly maniac layman?" "It's Ye Wu." The old Confucian said indifferently: "Although Ye Wu considers himself a madman, he is amazingly talented. He is only a wise man with a hundred thousand soldiers in his chest, and Ye Xuexuan is Ye Hongxue. daughter." The old man let out a long sigh, and continued with a lot of emotion: "It's a pity that Xuexuan is not a red blood. The red blood has already put on a cassock and buried her name in seclusion."

The old Confucian said: "Don't you hear that there are talents in the country from generation to generation, and the blue is better than the blue?" The old man said: "Even though Miss Xuexuan is extremely intelligent, she is only a daughter's family after all!" The old Confucian scholar shook his head and said: "The chief hall master's words are wrong. Who said that a daughter has no generals? You must know that women do not give in to men. As far as Miss Ye is concerned, she is by no means weak and slender, but a first-class master with superb martial arts. "

The old man said: "Ye Wu's magical skills are world-class, and his daughter is not weak, but..." The old Confucian scholar said bluntly: "Chief Hall Master, you are wrong again." The old man was taken aback: "Where is the mistake?" The old Confucian said: "Miss Xuexuan's martial arts are superb, but they were not taught by Ye Wu." The old man was silent for a while, and then said: "But I don't know what school and school this Miss Ye is from?" "Pang Liuxian, the leader of the Great Illusion Sect." "Pang Liuxian, the great imaginary god?" The old man was taken aback.

"Yes, it is him, he is decades older than you and me." The old man took a long breath: "When the Da Huan Sect ruled the Central Plains martial arts, I was still young and weak!" The old coward nodded: "If calculated by seniors, Miss Ye is taller than you and me." The old man said: "I heard that Pang Liuxian was seated in the Zuolongshan Pavilion thirty years ago..." "No!" The old Confucian shook his head and said, "Sitting in the Longshan Pavilion has been quiet and free of disputes in recent years, mainly because people in the martial arts world thought that Pang Liuxian was dead."

The old man said: "At that time, he was already over seventy years old, so he should be in his dying years." The old Confucian said: "People's lifespans are different from each other. How can there be very few people who live to be a hundred years old!" The old man said: "It turns out that Pang Shenweng is still alive, but why did he pretend to be dead?" The old Confucian said: "There is nothing else, Pang Liuxian just wants to be happy and quiet." The old man came to a sudden: "That's right, using the name of death to hide from the world can save a lot of trouble."

The old Confucian said: "It's all because Pang Hierarch is so famous and has many enemies." The old man said: "I heard that since the news of Pang Liuxian's death, there has been no master in the Longshan Pavilion. I don't know if it is true?" The old Confucian scholar said: "That's right, all the great masters of the Great Huan Sect in the past have disappeared, and there are only a few servants who don't know martial arts at all sitting in the Longshan Pavilion." The old man said: "Could it be that the former enemies of Hierarch Pang would not inflict violence on these servants, and even destroy the Zuolongshan Pavilion?"

The old Confucian scholar said: "Who said no? After the news of Pang Liuxian's death came out, within three years, four or five groups of people broke into the Zuolongshan Pavilion." The old man said: "Such people are not good people." The old Confucian scholar said: "They include Liuxiu of Hanshan, people in the ghost domain, Thirteen ghosts and the angry-eyed god Qiu Yizhu." The old man said awe-inspiringly: "These are all gangsters who are ruthless and extremely powerful in martial arts. How can those servants who don't know martial arts cope with it?"

The old Confucian said: "But sitting in the Longshan Pavilion is still safe and sound. Those servants are still alive and well." The old man said: "But why?" The old Confucian scholar said: "Although Zuolongshan Pavilion is just an empty city, there is Mupengwu on the left and Spirit Snake Castle on the right to take care of it." The old man was startled: "Mupengwu and Spirit Snake Fort, are they also affiliated with the Great Illusion Sect?" The old Confucian scholar said: "The leader of Mupengwu, the leader of Mupeng King, and Zhuo Bijun, the master of Spirit Snake Castle, both don't admit that they have anything to do with the Great Illusion Sect, but they think that Liuxiu of Hanshan, people in the ghost domain, and thirteen ghosts are unique. Ji Qiu Yizhu used the strong to bully the weak, and dealt with a few servants who didn't know martial arts in the Longshan Pavilion, it didn't make sense, so he couldn't stand by and watch, and both of them took the lead!" The old man frowned: "This is a commendable chivalrous spirit, but it's unbelievable for them to say that it has nothing to do with the Great Magic Sect." The old Confucian said: "Don't worry about this for now, Hanshan Liuxiu and others thought that they could force people from the Great Illusion Sect to appear in the Zuolongshan Pavilion, but in the end it was not the people from the Great Illusion Sect, but King Mupeng and Zhuo Bijun." The old man said: "King Mu Peng is deep and wise, Zhuo Bijun is good at using poison, and Han Shan Liuxiu and others may not be able to deal with it well." The old Confucian scholar nodded, and said: "After several battles, the six beauties of Hanshan became blind, the people in the ghost domain lost their soldiers and lost their generals, and only three people remained. They stared at the gods and their martial arts were useless, and finally hanged themselves outside the gate of the Longshan Pavilion!" The old man sighed: "There are so many astonishing incidents, but the old man has never heard of them." The old Confucian scholar said: "There are countless tragic battles in the Jianghu, which are not known to the martial arts people. It is not surprising that the chief hall master does not know about this." The old man nodded and said: "The world is like a mystery, changing and changing. Outsiders often say that the old man is well-informed, but in fact, the old man is ignorant and ignorant. Compared with Mr. Gu, he is far away!" The old Confucian scholar said: "The chief hall master doesn't have to say that, hey, life has been in a hurry for decades, how much can you know? How much can you understand?" The old man said: "Listening to your words is better than reading thousands of books." The old Confucian scholar said: "Listen to me, the Chief Hall Master Yu can only help a little, and only Miss Ye can turn the tide for the main hall's main force and turn defeat into victory!" The old man took a deep breath, pondered for a long time, and then said: "The old man has no fighting spirit anymore, but now there seems to be a glimmer of hope..." "Having a glimmer of hope in one's heart is not enough to speak of courage!" The old Confucian said in a deep voice, "The chief hall master must have great confidence and great courage in order to deal a head-on blow to a powerful enemy." The old man was stunned, and suddenly nodded vigorously, and said: "Mr. Gu's words are very true, but I don't know where Miss Ye lives?" The old Confucian said: "It's on the bank of Fairy Lake, in the Ziqi Jade Building." The old man bowed his head and murmured, "Purple Qi Yulou by the Fairy Lake...Miss Ye..." When he said this, one of them suddenly fell into the water with a "puffing" sound. second quarter It was the boatman who fell into the water. This boatman is in the prime of life, with extraordinary physical strength, obviously he is not an ordinary person! The old man didn't know who he was. But the old man saw that the boatman was pulled into the water by a pale hand. Hands come out of the water!Someone was lurking at the bottom of the river and launched a surprise attack. Although it was a surprise attack, he was able to pull the strong man into the water at once. This man is obviously proficient in water skills, and his martial arts are quite powerful. The old Confucian scholar's complexion changed, and he shouted suddenly: "Who is it?" The waves on the river were undulating, but no one was there. The old Confucian scholar was furious, took a breath suddenly, and jumped into the river. The old man's eyes changed: "Mr. Gu, old man... this old man is a landlubber!" He wasn't lying.He is the chief hall master of the famous martial arts hall of heroes. There are so many heroes in the hero hall. The head master "Yi Yuan Fan Gu" Yue Wulei is a hero among heroes. Today, Yue Wulei is seventy-two years old.During these seventy-two long years, he has weathered countless storms, great storms, and experienced countless times of dangerous experiences of surviving death. With a knife in his palm, he killed countless evil people.With his bare hands, he has also frustrated the spirit of many martial arts masters.However, they are early ducks, and once they enter the water, they become idiots. The old Confucian scholars are different.He is known as "The Moon Stealer in the Water", "The Old Man Diving Fish", and "The Confucianism in the Waves". His name is Gu Zhiwei, so some people call him "Gu Shui Shen". When Gu Zhiwei and Yue Wubo met, both of them were over sixty years old.But when the two hit it off, they sighed that it was too late to meet each other. The boatman was suddenly attacked, and Gu Zhiwei was very nervous. He has jumped into the river. Yue Wulei also showed nervousness.It's not that he doesn't want to help his old friend, but that he can't.Who pulled the boatman into the water? Suddenly, a stream of blood rushed to the surface of the river.Yue Wulei's face was heavy, staring at the water surface intently. A person floated up. It was the boatman, he had a dagger in his hand, and his face showed excitement: "I killed him, I killed him!" Yue Wulei breathed a sigh of relief, and the boatman quickly boarded the shore! Yue Wulei looked at him and said, "What do you call Mr. Gu and Your Excellency?" The boatman smiled and said, "Master and apprentice." Yue Wulei also smiled: "So you are his disciple Shi Xiaotian!" "The chief hall master has also heard of this junior's name?" Shi Xiaotian was startled. Yue Wulei said: "Although we have never met, Mr. Gu mentioned your name to this old man." Shi Xiaotian said: "Master is a good person." Yue Wulei said: "It goes without saying..." Shi Xiaotian said: "So I am not worthy to be his disciple at all." Yue Wulei said: "Why did you say that? Hmm...why hasn't Mr. Gu come up yet?" Shi Xiaotian said: "He won't come up." Yue Wulei's complexion changed suddenly: "What are you talking about?" Shi Xiaotian said: "The younger generation said that he was tied to a big rock at the bottom of the river." "Nonsense!" Yue Wulei said angrily, "He is a water god, he can steal the moon in the river, how can he be bound by someone?" Shi Xiaotian said: "Originally this was impossible, but the fault is that he has an unscrupulous younger brother and plotted against him in the water." As he spoke, he shook the dagger lightly in his hand. Yue Wulei's face was as white as paper: "You just... mean... you killed Mr. Gu?" Shi Xiaotian nodded and said with a smile: "Yes, besides me, who else can plot against him in the bottom of the water?" Yue Wulei tremblingly said: "Bastard! There is no way such a thing will happen!" At this moment, a person appeared on the surface of the river. That was Gu Zhiwei. Yue Wulei's eyes lit up, and he shouted, "Gu——" But he just yelled out a word, and he couldn't go on yelling anymore. Because what emerges from the bottom of the river is not a complete person. That's just a head. Gu Zhiwei's head. Gu Zhiwei's head had been chopped off at the bottom of the water. A pale hand, holding the bloodless brain, appeared on the surface of the river at the same time. Yue Wulei's chest rose and fell, and his face turned ashen. Shi Xiaotian smiled leisurely: "Master Yue, should you believe what this junior says now?" Yue Wulei bit his lip.Blood was bleeding from his lips, but he didn't seem to notice it. He suddenly rushed towards Shi Xiaotian like a mad cow. Shi Xiaotian was not surprised.But he didn't dare to underestimate the chief hall master of the hero hall, he turned sideways and avoided it. Yue Wulei shouted angrily: "The traitor is a beast in clothes, kill! Kill! Kill!" He said the word "kill" three times, and he sent out nine palms in a row. Palm-shaped all over the sky, murderous. Shi Xiaofu avoided eight slaps in a row, but the ninth slap was unavoidable, he gritted his teeth and swung back to strike back. With a sound of "boom", the two internal gang qi collided, and Shi Xiaotian backed up by two feet. Yue Wulei also took five steps back before finally holding the stake firmly. "Boy, Mr. Gu's 'Tianyang Jin', you haven't fully appreciated it yet..." With a strange cry, luck went on. Shi Xiaotian's expression changed, he already knew that the martial arts of Chief Yue were absolutely beyond his ability to resist. But Yue Wulei was only two feet forward when suddenly there was a whistling sound from behind. Yue Wulei didn't need to turn his head, he was known to be a very powerful martial arts master, and attacked him from behind. A kite turned over, and Yue Yuanlei spun in mid-air, before he landed, a golden dart worth one, two or three cents flew out. The heroic golden dart is heavy, and the rules stipulate that the dart can only be used to protect oneself desperately, and it is absolutely not allowed to stab someone in the back. Yue Wulei is the chief hall master, and this rule is also a rule he made himself. He is a very principled person, so naturally he will not violate the hall rules he has set. At this time, someone behind him attacked him secretly, and it was fair for him to fight back with an eye for an eye. His dart shot was very powerful, there are probably not ten people in the world who can catch this dart. Unexpectedly, the person behind was actually one of them. It was a middle-aged man in Tsing Yi with a white face, who seemed to have no blood on his face. He caught the dart with his left hand and smiled. "Master Yue, do you want to find Miss Ye?" Yue Wulei stared at this person: "Who are you?" The man in Tsing Yi said lightly: "The one who killed Gu Shuishen!" Yue Wulei said angrily: "Using such deceitful means to assassinate Mr. Gu is simply shameless and despicable!" The man in Tsing Yi said leisurely: "You are a hero, we are not." Yue Wulei was so angry that even his eyeballs bulged out. He stopped talking and swiped out with a palm. The man in Tsing Yi waved his palm indifferently, and removed the palm lightly. Yue Wulei gritted his teeth and said, "You dare not take the old man's palm?" The figure in Tsing Yi fluttered, and he came to the five-flowered donkey in a flash. He smiled coldly, and said to Wuhua Donkey: "You are a benzene donkey, but I am not, so, if you die, I will live!" When he said the word "I live", he suddenly pressed his palm on the top of the donkey. Yue Wulei's face changed drastically: "Let go!" The man in Tsing Yi let go immediately. But the donkey had limply knelt down. Yue Wulei was furious, just as he was waiting to make a move, the man in Tsing Yi suddenly smiled coldly and said, "Where's your knife?" Yue Wulei was shocked all over, he tremblingly said: "Where is my saber? My saber? That's right, where is my saber? Heroes of the Hall of Heroes, why am I the only old man left?" By the time of the last two sentences, his voice was hoarse as if he was about to die. The man in Tsing Yi looked straight at him like a knife: "You are old! You have lost! No one can make a comeback after such a disastrous defeat! No one can! Absolutely no one can make a comeback after losing their vigor, just like yours The knife, it has been broken and ruined, and it is no longer the famous sword of a hero!" Yue Wulei was stunned.He stayed there for a while, then suddenly he turned his head up and laughed out loud, the laughter was full of sourness, it was not laughing, but crying. The head master of the Hall of Heroes who has been famous and ruled the roost for decades finally had the time to shed tears. "My knife!" "my buddy!" "Hero Hall!" "Stop! Stop! Stop!" ——It doesn't mean that heroes don't shed tears, just because they haven't reached the sad place. Yue has no tears, and finally shed tears. Hero tears. The hero is old. The hero has come to an end. Although the man in Tsing Yi didn't make a move, he said a few hurtful words, which had already severely injured Mr. Yue.That is powerless, and no fighting spirit.How can such a good opportunity be missed? laugh! Killing finally shot out without reservation. But it wasn't the man in Tsing Yi who did it, but Shi Xiaotian! third quarter Shi Xiaotian has been eyeing him all the time, he has already killed his master, the head master of the Hall of Heroes; he must not be allowed to leave alive. Therefore, his strike was made with all his strength, and he showed no mercy. The man in Tsing Yi didn't do anything.He believed that Shi Xiaotian's blow could kill Yue Wulei. Unless a miracle happens, Yue Wulei will never be able to avoid Shi Xiaotian's dagger. Yue Wulei didn't move, as if he had turned into a lifeless stone. But his back will never be harder than a rock. And Shi Xiaotian's blow could already crush the hardest stone in the world.It seemed that Yue Wulei was bound to die. But at this moment, Shi Xiaotian's wrist suddenly couldn't move an inch. His eyes changed, and he suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.He saw a hand gripping his wrist tightly like a pair of pliers. Shi Xiaotian suddenly turned his head.He saw a composed and handsome face. It was a man in apricot robe. "If you want to kill someone, you should ask me first." The man said flatly. Shi Xiaotian was startled and angry: "Why did I ask you first?" The Xingpao man said, "If you ask me first, you won't lose a hand." Shi Xiaotian had bulging veins on his forehead, and he was panting. He knew that the Xingpao man was not lying, his hand had already been crushed by him.He suddenly stared at the knife hanging on the waist of the apricot-robed man. The hilt is bronze, and the scabbard is quite worn. Shi Xiaotian didn't know this person, but he suddenly remembered that there was such a knife in Jianghu. "This... is this a hunting knife?" "good." "The hunting knife forged by the old knife maker You Jiwu?" "yes." "Then, you...you are Sima Zongheng!" Shi Xiaotian was taken aback. "I'm Sima Zongheng, do you want to fight to the death with me now?" The apricot-robed man smiled calmly and looked at him. Before Shi Xiaotian could say anything, the man in Tsing Yi sneered, "I think so!" Sima Zongheng turned his eyes, stared at the man in Tsing Yi, and suddenly said: "Yin Qing's hand is Dongfangmu?" The man in Tsing Yi seemed surprised for a while, but finally nodded his head: "Yes, you have good eyesight!" Sima Zongheng said: "If it wasn't for Dongfang wood, how could it have such power?" When he said this, his eyes were on Dongfangmu's hands. These hands were originally pale, but now they have turned green, as green as freshly ripened vegetables. Dongfangmu smiled coldly, and said to Shi Xiaotian, "Back away." Shi Xiaotian didn't dare to hesitate, and stepped aside. Dongfangmu suddenly shouted and struck out with a palm. This palm castrated extremely quickly, and its momentum was extremely scary. But Sima Zongheng didn't seem to see this palm at all. The green palm covered it with a strange fishy smell. But the palm turned suddenly and hit Yue Wulei heavily. Yue Wulei didn't know, he didn't know anything. He has been hit too hard, and his spirit is on the verge of collapse. Maybe Dongfangmu really wanted to kill Sima Zongheng, but he wanted to kill Yue Wulei first. It's a pity that Yue Wulei doesn't know anything. He only knew that the hero hall had collapsed in an important war. Gu Zhiwei also died.No knife!no friends!no brother!There is no hope anymore! In the past, the high-minded leader Yue, who was known as the hero among heroes, is the end of a hero. What else could he know? He may not even know what happened to death. Fortunately, Sima Zongheng is here.Fortunately, Sima Zongheng was still awake, and he was definitely not deceived by Dongfangmu. As soon as Qingshou turned around, the hunting knife flew up. Palm very fast! Knives are faster! Dongfangmu's face suddenly became ashen, and he staggered back ten feet with a strange cry! Sima Zongheng looked at him coldly. The knife had been sheathed, but Dongfang Mu's right palm had been chopped off and fell by the river. Dongfang Mu's heart was in severe pain. "You...you can cut off my hand..." He had a look of disbelief on his face, but the facts made him unable to believe it! Sima Zongheng stared at him: "I don't want to kill anyone today, otherwise this knife will not cut off your hand, but your head!" Dongfangmu yelled angrily: "Why didn't you chop off my head? What day is today?" Sima Zongheng said calmly, "Today is my birthday." "Your birthday?" "Yes, so, you are very lucky." Dongfangmu took a long breath: "Okay! I will remember you, one day..." He didn't go on, because he knew that what he said now was superfluous.So, he had to go. He came from the river, and he went from the river. It seems that his water quality is not inferior to Gu Shuishen. Shi Xiaotian also followed suit. Yue Yuanlei suddenly woke up at this time. "Traitor, where are you going?" He suddenly yelled like a thunderbolt, and he jumped on top of Shi Xiaotian's head like a bird. Shi Xiaotian exclaimed, and was about to jump into the river when Yue Wulei already pressed his palm on his spirit. Shi Xiaotian's expression changed drastically. He no longer has the slightest fighting spirit, and he doesn't even know how to fight back. Bah! A palm shattered the spirit of the sky, and Shi Xiaotian finally collapsed beside the river. Sitting on his corpse, Yue Wulei murmured: "Good martial arts! Good martial arts! The head master of the Hall of Heroes is indeed unrivaled in martial arts, invincible in the world, haha, haha, hahahahahaha..." He laughed again, like he was a little crazy. Sima Zongheng frowned. He stepped forward and said to Yue Wulei: "Young Sima Zongheng, does Chief Yue recognize me?" Yue Wulei was stunned for a while, and then slowly said: "I recognize you, you are an old friend of Master Tie Feng, and you are also Hao Shijie's son-in-law!" Sima Zongheng breathed a sigh of relief. Just now, he was really worried that Yue Wulei would suddenly go crazy. "Senior Yue, this junior has been chasing you for twelve hours, and I finally found you here." Yue Wulei said dumbly: "So what if I found the old man?" Sima Zongheng said: "In the battle of Xicheng, Shangguanlou did not win, and the Hall of Heroes did not completely fail." Yue Wulei rushed forward, grabbed Sima Zongheng's lapel, and said sharply: "What are you farting? If you lose, you lose. You think the old man can't bear this blow and you want you to comfort me?" Sima Zongheng's expression remained unchanged, and his voice was calm: "Chairman Yue has experienced hundreds of battles. No matter how big the storm has been, how could this junior have this intention? It's just that although Shangguan Baolou won a battle in Xicheng, but in the In Shenyang, he was slapped on the back." Yue Wulei was startled: "Shenyang? Are you talking about Shangguanbao?" Sima Zongheng nodded, "It's Shangguan Fort." Yue Wulei said: "Who whipped Shangguan Baolou behind his back?" Sima Zongheng: "A member of the Hall of Heroes!" Yue Wulei said angrily: "Nonsense! This old man is the head of the hero's palm. If there is such a thing, how can this old man not even know?" Sima Zongheng said: "It's just because the chief hall master forgot one person." "Who did you forget?" Yue Wulei stared. "Big hand." "Bu Dashou?" Yue Wulei was stunned: "You mean Bu Dashou?" Sima Zongheng nodded: "Yes." There was a strange expression on Yue Wulei's face, and after a long time, he sighed and said: "He is my good brother, and he was originally a hero in the hero hall, but he is no longer a member of the hero hall." Sima Zongheng said: "Before he left the Hall of Valor, how many contributions did he make to Hall of Valor?" Yue Wulei finally let go of his hand and sighed: "There is no chance of winning." Sima Zongheng said: "But he has only done one thing, so he is not allowed in the hall of heroes!" Yue Wulei's eyes suddenly changed. "Do you know what he did wrong?" His emotions became agitated again: "He raped the old man's daughter! Now Qianqian has become a nun, do you know?" Sima Zongheng nodded, and said: "This junior knows about this, but this junior knows even more that Bu Dashou is not the kind of brute in clothes!" Yue Wulei's eyes showed pain: "The old man knows that he has been enchanted by the evil to do this kind of thing, but what's the use of the old man knowing? There is no evidence to prove this, and he himself Didn't defend myself, just cut off three fingers, and left the hero hall!" Self-cutting three fingers is the hall rule of the hero's palm, no matter who wants to leave the hero's hall, they must abide by it. Sima Zongheng said slowly: "Bu Dashou left because he was forced by the situation, but he still hasn't forgotten the Hall of Heroes, and he still regards himself as a member of the Hall of Heroes in his heart." Yue Wulei said in a deep voice: "But the old man knows that he will never come back again. The old man has a temper, but he is a stone in the latrine, smelly and hard!" "Wrong." Sima Zongheng shook his head and said, "He has come back, and when the Battle of West City happened, he raided Shangguan Fort and completely killed the ten killers in golden clothes in Shangguan Baolou!" Yue Wulei was stunned: "Is it true?" "How dare the junior speak nonsense!" Yue Wulei was silent for a long time before he sighed and said, "Bu Dashou, why don't you say, who framed you?" Sima Zongheng said, "Perhaps he doesn't even know who used this hateful xinmu to him." Yue Wulei shook his head: "He knows, the old man knows that he must know who that person is, but he would rather swallow a mouthful of sour fruit than tell who that person is!" Sima Zongheng said: "He has secrets, it's useless to force him." Yue Wulei clenched his fists: "But this is a matter of his innocence for the rest of his life!" Sima Zongheng remained silent. Yue Wulei sighed, and slowly continued: "No matter what, he always has a big hand, I still hope that he can return to the hero hall." Sima Zongheng said: "He has returned to the Hall of Heroes, and has set up the tenth hall of heroes in Kaifeng." Yue Wulei's eyes lit up: "Very good! I'm going to Kaifeng right now!" But he suddenly shook his head vigorously and said, "No, I can't go to Kaifeng now!" Sima Zongheng was taken aback: "Why not?" Yue Yuan poured tears into the river and said, "This old man wants to find Miss Ye!" "Miss Ye?" Sima Zongheng was a little surprised: "Who is she?" Yue Yuan said with tears: "As we walked, the old man said..." fourth quarter May 23rd, sunny. Ding's restaurant was already full of people, and the shop was filled with the aroma of cooking with lard. This is a restaurant in Happy Town; although the dishes served here are rough, they are delicious in color and flavor, and the price is quite cheap. Before noon every day, there must be no empty seats in the restaurant, and some people even hold food and stand outside the restaurant door to eat. Eating like this, of course, is not much enjoyment. But as long as you think about the prices of food and drinks in Binzhilou on the next street, customers here will feel that the restaurant is really cute. Here, the price of filling the stomach is usually enough to spend a few coins. But in Binzhilou, even a cup of tea costs three taels of silver! Therefore, many people patronize Ding's restaurant all their lives, but they don't even have the courage to step into the gate of Binzhilou. However, things often have both positive and negative sides. Although the price of wine and tea in Binzhilou is frighteningly expensive, there are also some people who "stay" there every day, but have never entered Ding's restaurant once. For example, Wang Changxiao, the mayor of this town, is such a person. Wang Changxiao lives up to his name, he always has a smile on his face. At this time, he should have eaten delicacies such as shark's fin, roast duck, and sauced fish in Binzhi Building. He is the richest man in Pleasant Town, and he likes to enjoy himself. But now, he actually appeared in Ding's restaurant! It can be said that all the people who dined here recognized Wang Changxiao, but Wang Changxiao's appearance here made them very surprised. Wang Changxiao seems a little strange today. Because he wasn't smiling.He came to a wooden table in the corner of the restaurant and stared at a person.The man was a stranger, unknown to anyone in the town. He was pale, dressed in green, and had a broken hand. This person is Dongfang Mu. Dongfangmu is eating noodles, which is a bowl of bean drum pork rib soup noodles. Wang Changxiao stared at him, and suddenly said, "I don't like this place." Dongfangmu still ate the noodles with his head down, and said lightly: "You don't like it, I like it!" Wang Changxiao said coldly, "I don't like you either." Dongfang Mudao: "But I appreciate myself very much." Wang Chang smiled and said, "You lost a pair of hands, where is it?" Dongfang Mudao: "The noodles here are good, but the soup is a bit salty." Wang Changxiao sneered: "Your martial arts are not bad at all, but unfortunately, when you meet a real master, you can only get lucky." Dongfangmu suddenly raised his head and looked at Wang Changxiao with a cold look: "How long have you been the mayor here?" "ten years." "Ten years!" Dongfang Mu snorted, "What have you done in the past ten years?" Wang Chang said with a smile: "I got four wives and gave birth to eight sons." Dongfang Mu said: "You are so blessed." Wang Chang said with a smile: "You like to go outside to make troubles, that is your own fault. In fact, you are not poorer than me, you can enjoy your life to the fullest." Dongfangmu smiled coldly, and said: "I don't want to enjoy, I just want to revive the glory of the Red Eyebrow Cult!" Wang Chang said with a smile: "Don't bring up the matter of the Red Eyebrow Sect again." Dongfang Mudao: "To revive the Red Eyebrow Sect, we must first destroy the Hall of Valor, and then kill Shangguan Baolou!" Wang Xiaochang said coldly: "Aren't you the minion of Shangguan Baolou now?" Dongfangmu said coldly: "This is just an expedient measure. If you say that Shangguan Baolou can control me, it is simply the most absurd joke in the world!" Wang Changxiao stared at him, and suddenly sighed softly: "How do you want me to help you?" Dongfang Mu said: "It's not helping me, but helping yourself." Yuchang smiled and said, "Help me?" Dongfang Mudao: "The Red Eyebrow Cult must stand up again, and you are the new leader." Yu Chang said with a smile: "Master often said that you are smarter than me, even if the Red Eyebrow Cult really dies, it is most reasonable for you to be the leader." Dongfang Mudao: "This time, we must establish a powerful force in the Central Plains martial arts like Master did, and don't let people think that the Red Eyebrow Cult is really in decline!" Wang Chang said with a smile: "When the Hongmei sect masters are like a cloud, they are beaten to death by the Longshan Pavilion!" Dongfang Mu said: "It is this hatred, this hatred, we will always remember it, we must take revenge!" Wang Changxiao sneered: "Why? Just rely on you and me?" Dongfang Mudao: "No, we can use Shangguan Treasure Tower to lure him into the religion, and let them fight to the death before coming out to clean up the mess." Wang Chang smiled and said: "You are really smart, but unfortunately, my senior brother has no interest in your plan." Dongfangmu sighed: "I knew that you would not agree. Alas, compared with the two things of wandering the rivers and lakes and enjoying happiness, the difference is indeed too far." Wang Changxiao smiled lightly and said, "Junior brother, goodbye." Dongfangmu said: "Brother, you are wrong." Wang Chang smiled and said, "Where is the mistake?" Dongfang Mudao: "From the moment you walked into Ding's restaurant, you have been wrong." Wang Chang smiled and said, "I don't understand." Dongfang Mu said: "Because I was ordered by Shangguan to kill you here." Wang Changxiao's expression changed and he said: "Amu, you really harbor evil intentions!" Dongfang Mudao: "It is absolutely impossible to revive the prestige of the Red Eyebrow Cult, and you have not only been enjoying the blessings in the past ten years. If you were not secretly disturbing the ghosts, how could Bu Dashou have the power to create a hero in Kaifeng Mansion?" Branch hall?" Wang Changxiao's pupils constricted, and his eyes suddenly became terrified, saying: "Junior brother, you are still the same as before, you haven't changed!" Dongfang Mu said: "You forced us to deal with you." Wang Chang smiled and said, "Can you kill me?" Dongfang Mu said: "You might as well give it a try." Wang Changxiao ignored him and walked out of the gate. Nine people suddenly appeared outside the gate. Eight men in white stood. In front of them, there was an old man in black, sitting on a big pear wood chair. Wang Chang smiled. He stared at the black-clothed old man with a smile on his face, and said, "I didn't expect the Taihang gods and demons to appear in this town. It's really lively." The old man in black also smiled, but it was a superficial smile: "Xiao Wang, Amu often mentions you in front of the old man. I heard that your sword is very fast and sharp." Wang Chang smiled and said, "Small tricks are not worth the Fang family's praise." The old man in black said: "My hands are a little itchy today, and I want to ask you for advice." Wang Changxiao frowned: "Can I not accompany you?" "Of course, as long as you accompany Amu and be like him, then it will be fine." "How to accompany him?" "He lost one hand, but you still have two. We are brothers, it's too unfair." Wang Chang laughed hehe: "So, if he loses his head, I will also be decapitated?" The old man in black said lightly: "You are a senior brother, so why not accompany your junior brother?" Wang Changxiao stared at the old man: "You are such a bastard!" The old man in black's expression changed, and he suddenly shouted, "Where is your sword?" Wang Changxiao shook his head: "I haven't used a sword for ten years." The old man in black said: "Then," the old man doesn't need a weapon either, look at the palm! " Shang Chang Xiao smiled lightly and waved his palms to greet him. The inner palms intersected, and there was a sudden bang. Wang Changxiao looked calm, but the old man in black changed his expression and stepped back. "Who... are you...?" "Wang Changxiao!" "No! You are not Wang Changxiao, you will never be Wang Changxiao..." The black-clothed old man had obviously suffered a great loss. " Wang Changxiao said lightly: "I'm not Wang Changxiao, who is Wang Changxiao?" The old man in black suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. He panted, and said, "Wang Changxiao definitely doesn't have such profound internal strength, you... who are you?" Wang Changxiao smiled leisurely and said, "Have you ever fought against Wang Changxiao?" The old man in black shook his head: "No." Wang Changxiao said: "Since we haven't fought against each other, how do we know how deep Wang Changxiao's internal strength is?" The old man in black was stunned and could not make a sound. Wang Changxiao suddenly turned cold, and said: "Taixing Shenmo, you have always underestimated Wang, you think Dongfangmu's martial arts are ordinary, and his senior brother will not go anywhere!" The old man in black felt his heart tremble. Wang Changxiao was right. He is indeed Wang Changxiao, but this Taihang god and demon has always underestimated him.After suffering a big loss, he thought that the other party was not Dongfangmu's senior brother Wang Changxiao at all! Section five The Taihang gods and demons came aggressively, but they just slapped Wang Changxiao and left in embarrassment. But those eight white clothes were still standing in front of Wang Changxiao. Wang Changxiao looked around at them and said, "Aren't you disciples of Taixing God and Demon?" None of the eight men in white spoke.But their feet are moving.After each of them took eight steps forward, Wang Changxiao was surrounded. Wang Changxiao laughed out loud again, and attacked one of them with a wave of his palm. The man also fought back with his palms, and Wang Changxiao gained the upper hand when his palms intersected.But the other seven people showed their weapons at the same time and attacked Wang Changxiao. That is a total of two knives, three soft whips, a sword judge pen and a pair of steel rings! The three soft whips wrapped around Wang Changxiao like poisonous snakes. Wang Changxiao pushed the man away with a palm, turned around sharply, and dodged the soft whip, but a judge's pen was inserted directly between his eyebrows. Wang Changxiao sneered, swiped the index finger of his right hand sharply, and a ray of sharp finger pointed towards the man's Adam's apple point.The man in white who made the judge's pen groaned and fell down. But there was another pair of steel rings dancing like a whirlwind, attacking from the inside. Wang Changxiao had already snatched the judge's pen, and with a stroke of his brush strokes, he passed through one of the steel rings. The man didn't even see clearly, the judge's pen had penetrated his neck. Wang Changxiao raised his hand and killed two of them lightly, and the white-clothed man who was fighting with him was obviously seriously injured. However, there are still two men in white who wield knives.These two people have not shot with all their strength, they just bluffed to cover other companions from dealing with Wang Changxiao. Wang Changxiao did not underestimate them. He has already seen that among the eight white-clothed men, these two are the most powerful in martial arts. The three men in white who used soft whips swung their whips around Wang Changxiao again. Wang Changxiao sneered, and within ten or eight moves, he dealt with the three white-clothed men again.Only two men in white with knives were left. Wang Changxiao stared at them, and suddenly said coldly: "Maybe you have seen Wang's martial arts clearly?" The man in white on the left said: "I have seen it." Wang Chang smiled and said, "How do you feel?" The man in white on the right said: "It's not very good, it's like a monkey, quite flexible." Wang Chang laughed and said, "So I'm just like a monkey." The man in white on the right said: "Kill the monkey!" Wang Chang said with a smile: "It seems that your skills are much better than Taihang gods and demons?" The man in white on the left smiled: "What is he? He's just an old cat who thinks he's very majestic." Wang Chang smiled and said, "Who are you two?" The man in white on the right said lightly: "I am Pan Tianxing, and he is Deng Chu!" Wang Changxiao couldn't help but change his face when he heard it: "Shuangjue of Tianshan Mountain?" Pan Tianxing laughed: "It's easy to say! It's easy to say." Wang Changxiao frowned: "The two of you have come all the way from the Tianshan Mountains, how can you be inferior to others?" Deng Chudao: "The Loyalty Gang puts loyalty first, and the leader of the Shangguan Gang is a man of great benevolence, righteousness, bravery and wisdom. How can we brothers not be convinced by him?" Wang Chang smiled and laughed loudly: "Yiqi Gang! This name is very good! It's a pity that Shangguan Baolou is not a person with loyalty. If you follow him, even if you become a thief." Deng Chu shook his head, and said: "Brother Tu, what he said is wrong, the Lord Shangguan is indeed a very loyal person." Wang Chang smiled and said, "Shangguan Baolou is quite loyal?" Deng Chu smiled and said: "Our brother is poor, he will give us fifty thousand taels of silver right away." Wang Chang smiled and said, "Is this enough loyalty?" Deng Chudao: "Isn't it enough for those who donate money to be generous?" Wang Changxiao sneered: "The two are willing to be slaves for money, which is really disappointing!" Deng Chu said: "You can say whatever you want, but now you are going to die!" Wang Changxiao stared at him: "Really?" Deng Chu said: "Yes." Shang Chang laughed strangely, and suddenly punched out. Deng Chu stood there, his legs motionless. But at this very moment, with a flash of saber light, Wang Changxiao immediately fell down. Deng Chu's legs did not move, nor did the knife. He just stood there, gritted his teeth and took a hard punch. This punch is not light. With a sound of "Peng", Wang Changxiao's fist hit his chest. Wang Changxiao was taken aback. Deng Chuwei didn't even dodge at all? Why didn't Deng Chu use the knife? Wang Changxiao was just stunned for a very short time. But a sharp knife had already been sliced ​​at his back. That was Pan Tianxing's knife. Deng Chu didn't move, and took a hard punch, just to make Wang Changxiao eat it. One punch for one knife, very cost-effective. Deng Chu is not dead. With a breath of internal energy, he could take Wang Changxiao's punch hard. But Wang Changxiao definitely couldn't stop Pan Tianxing's knife! Therefore, although Deng Chu was punched, Wang Changxiao was stabbed in the back and immediately fell down. At the last moment of his last breath, he heard a strange laughter from a person. "Shuangjue of the Tianshan Mountains really deserves its reputation, admiration! Admiration!" Wang Changxiao stared at this man with his eyes wide open. That's oriental wood— Section VI In the evening of the same day, Sima Zongheng and Yue Wulei came to Ding's restaurant. Yue Wulei was already hungry, and wanted to drink some wine. When they entered the restaurant, a Taoist priest was drinking. It is not surprising that Taoist priests drink alcohol. But this Taoist priest's wine glass is surprisingly big, it doesn't look like a wine glass, but like a big wine jar. And this cup is actually made of gold. Yue Wulei couldn't help but walked over and watched for a while. This Taoist priest is about forty-five or six-year-old, with a fairy-like face and no flesh. But his drinking capacity was astonishing, and he had already drank half a glass of wine at once. Half a glass of wine doesn't sound like much, but it's strong wine, and this half glass is already equal to ten or so bowls! The Taoist put the wine glass on the table, and suddenly said to Yue Wulei: "Old man, you always stare at Pindao, do you think that Pindao looks good?" Yue Wulei nodded unexpectedly: "You are so pretty." The Taoist laughed, walked up to Sima Zongheng and asked Yue Wulei, "Compared to this Brother Kuang, who is more handsome?" Without even blinking his eyes, Yue Wulei said, "Of course you are much more handsome!" The Taoist laughed.He suddenly said to Sima Zongheng in a very strange voice: "Did you hear what he said?" Sima Zongheng said: "I'm not deaf, of course I can hear." The Taoist said: "Do you think what he said is right?" Sima Zongheng said: "Do you want to listen to the truth or the lie?" The Taoist said, "Do you often tell lies?" Sima Zongheng shook his head: "Very little." The Taoist said: "It means very little, that is, you have told lies?" Sima Zongheng said: "If someone says that he has never told a lie in his life, then this sentence is the most outrageous lie." The Taoist said: "You are wrong, there is a kind of person who will never tell lies in his life?" Si Dao was startled. "Is there such a person in the world?" "Of course there are, and there are quite a few of them." "What kind of people are they?" "Mute, and the kind who can't speak from birth." "Other than that?" "It seems to be gone." Sima Zongheng nodded and sighed: "The Taoist priest is very reasonable." The Taoist said: "You did not answer my question in the funeral report, what I want to hear is the truth." Sima Zongheng said: "The truth often hurts people." The Taoist said: "I am not a girl of fifteen or sixteen years old, even if you say that I look like a monkey, I will not be angry." Sima Zongheng nodded and sighed, "The Taoist priest is very reasonable." The Taoist sighed: "A monkey-like face, of course not very handsome." Sima Zongheng said: "In the eyes of most people, it is indeed so." The Taoist blinked: "Does anyone think a monkey-like face is beautiful?" Sima Zongheng said: "Of course." The Taoist said, "Who is that?" Sima Zongheng said: "Female monkey." The Taoist priest's face was turning blue, and he suddenly sat down on the chair. He let out a long breath and said after a long time: "Brother, Pindao is not angry, really not angry, just very disappointed." Sima Zongheng said: "Beauty and ugliness are not important, the most important thing is peace of mind and happiness." The Taoist said: "The poor Daoist is disappointed not because he is ugly, but because he did not expect that the chief hall master of the hero hall is actually a person who likes to flatter." Yue Wulei chuckled: "It seems that the old man's flattery just now was on the horse's leg." The Taoist looked at him: "Why are you telling lies? Saying that I am more handsome than this young man?" Yue Wulei said: "You are no longer a three-year-old child, you should already know how you look, the old man just wanted to see if you are really drunk?" The Taoist smiled coldly: "How can a poor Taoist get drunk?" Yue Wulei said: "It turns out that you are not drunk yet, that's good." The Taoist said: "What tricks do you have?" Yue Wulei said: "What tricks do you think I will have?" The Taoist said: "I'm not the worm in your belly, so how do I know what bad ideas you have?" Yue Wulei said: "You already knew that this old man would come here?" The Taoist stared blankly, and then said for a while, "It's true that poor Taoists don't tell lies, so what?" Yue Da burst into tears: "Why are you waiting here for the old man?" The Taoist was silent, and after a while he said slowly: "You seem to be more relaxed than a monk like me now." Yue Wulei said: "So what if it's not easy? Do you have to hit your head to death to get over the tumor?" The Taoist said: "That's a good point. A good man always sighs. If he loses, he loses. What's the big deal?" Yue Wulei said: "How long has it been since we met?" The Taoist said: "Eight years." Yue Wulei said: "Eight years ago, you also used a gold cup, but it seems to be much smaller than now." The Taoist nodded: "Your memory is not bad." Yue Wulei said: "Because your cup suddenly became bigger, I thought you were not that bull-nosed." The Taoist said: "So what if the cup is too big? People can also be raised to be fat and big." Yue Yuan said tearfully: "In the past few years, have you made a lot of money?" The Taoist said: "It's not too much, it's just enough for drinking and casting this golden cup." Yue Wulei said: "This golden cup, in the eyes of others, is already a huge fortune." The Taoist said, "So what?" Yue Da burst into tears and said: "Like a burning tooth, if you hold this golden cup and swagger through the market, maybe one day you will be killed." The Taoist laughed and said: "I don't know how many people want to kill the poor, so what does it matter if there are more or less?" Yue Wulei sighed: "It's true that the country is easy to change, but the nature is hard to change. You are poor and romantic, hungry and happy, and your nature will not change." The Taoist smiled lightly and said: "As you said just now, this cup is already a huge fortune, so the poor are not so poor." Yue Wulei said: "I heard that two years ago, you arrested the Five Poisons of Yangzhou and put them in the prison?" The Taoist laughed, and said, "Section Master Yue actually knows about such a trivial matter?" "How can it be considered a trivial matter?" Yue Wulei coughed dryly, and said, "I'm afraid the government's reward is at least five thousand taels?" The Taoist gritted his teeth, and said with a snort, "It's not ea