Chapter 12 Chapter 10 Burying the Playboy

In March, the fog is blurred. Under the steep mountains, the valley is nameless. The valley is nameless, and the road is also nameless. This road may not have been walked by humans; besides humans, wild beasts may not be able to walk out a looming path in places where weeds are overgrown. There is no wind in the valley, only wet fog. The fog is damp and cold, and even though the sun has risen, the night chill is still unabated in this deep valley. A pair of feet wearing scarlet undercoats and gold thread-bound boots stepped on a fallen leaf. Although the flowers have not faded, they have been destroyed.

Suddenly, a cold face, a handsome and cold person appeared in Yanzhong. He is tall and thin, dressed in brocade clothes and a white horse, accompanied by two handsome book boys. The two book boys, one in green clothes and the other in yellow clothes, seem to be both under the age of sixteen. Although they are young, they have good courage. At least, they are not afraid of death. These two bookboys came to this deep valley with a calm expression on their shoulders, carrying a dead man. second quarter The phoenix eyes were closed, and there was only a stiff expression full of shock on the pretty face. This was the corpse of a woman, and her age seemed to be only twenty years old.

Young Master Jinyi and the two book boys came to the place where the most fallen flowers were in the valley, and stayed there. Then, the two book boys put the corpse aside and dug a hole with their hands. Their fingers are not rough, but when digging holes, their fingers are surprisingly strong. Half an hour later, the book boy in Tsing Yi said to him, "The pit has been dug." Young Master Jinyi nodded. "very good." But he immediately said: "Although the hole was well dug, it is not enough." The Qingyi Shutong said: "If there is only one dead person here, one pit is enough."

Young Master Jinyi said calmly: "Although there is only one dead person here, the number of dead people will increase in the near future." The book boy in Tsing Yi said: "In this case, let's dig another hole." Young Master Jin Yi said: "Just dig one more is enough." The Shuboy in Tsing Yi immediately returned to the pit and dug another pit with the Shuboy in Yellow. Young Master Jinyi suddenly sneered: "Friends outside the valley, you can come in now." Immediately there was a sound of heavy footsteps. Soon another murderous face appeared in Yanzhong.

third quarter Although the footsteps were heavy, this person was short in stature, the sun shone obliquely on this person's face, his face was very pale, but his two eyeballs were blood red. An invisible murderous aura rushed over like the waves of the sea. This man was about forty years old, and he had a goose feather knife hanging from his waist. Young Master Jin Yi's face was full of chills. "Who is Old Yanhou to you?" "Master." "My son has never heard anyone say that Old Yanhou accepted you as a disciple." "The world asks you that there are many things you don't know, so why is this the only one?"

"Your Majesty is..." "Black Goose Ou Dao." "Ou Dao?" Young Master Jinyi frowned, staring at him, "Are you the one who met the five evil spirits in Tianhuangkou half a year ago, and then went to the Tiansha Valley to kill the three poisonous wolves?" Ou Fourteen is also Ou Dao." "It's rare to meet you here today. It's great." Young Master Jin Yi said calmly, "The pit has been dug. Whoever can lie down is a great blessing." Ou Dao actually nodded: "You are quite right." He took a step forward and said loudly: "Those who can lie in this pit and be buried will at least not die without a place to bury them."

Young Master Jinyi's eyes flashed: "You really understand this truth." Ou Dao said: "If you die by my sword, I will definitely bury you with my own hands." Young Master Jinyi smiled leisurely: "Are you sure you can kill me?" Ou Dao shook his head. He didn't lie to himself, and he didn't want to lie to the other party, he said: "If I was sure, I would have done it a hundred miles away." Young Master Jin Yi said: "Don't you think you are sure to kill me now?" Ou Dao still shook his head. His voice suddenly became extremely sad and indignant: "If Ou Shishi doesn't avenge my junior sister, how can I go back to see Lao Yanhou? If that's the case, why don't I just die by your hands?"

Young Master Jin Yi sneered. "You have been tracking for hundreds of miles. During this period of time, you must have done a lot of things." Ou Dao said: "Yes, if I die, someone will avenge me soon." Young Master Jinyi's pupils contracted: "Are you referring to Old Yanhou?" Ou Dao said: "You don't need to know this, even if you know, it's useless, anyway, your life will never be too long!" Young Master Jin Yi sneered. Ou Dao's Yanling Saber was unsheathed like lightning at this moment. Almost at the same instant, he stabbed Young Master Jin Yi's neck five times in a row.

There are countless Yanling Sabers in Jianghu, but there are very few people who can use them to make such quick and fierce moves. Ou Dao really deserves to be Lao Yanhou's most proud disciple. But the lower half of Young Master Jinyi didn't move at all, he just twisted his waist and turned his head sideways, and he completely avoided the five knives. Ou Dao flipped his left palm suddenly, and slapped Young Master Jin Yi's chest. Young Master Jin Yi smiled. "This palm is at least five times as good as Old Yanhou's." He didn't dodge or dodge, allowing Ou Dao to strike down with his palm.

Ou Dao slammed it firmly with his palm, secretly delighted in his heart. Ou Dao's burst of joy quickly turned into extreme astonishment. Young Master Jinyi had clearly received a slap, but he still stood there as if nothing had happened, not even moving. Ou Dao only felt that this palm didn't hit a person's body, but a ball of cotton that had nowhere to focus. Young Master Jin Yi is not cotton, he is the most terrifying killer in the world. He is Liu Hongdian, the playboy whose fame has been approaching that of Sima Xue, the King of Killers in recent years! fourth quarter The buried playboy Liu Hongdian is good at using seven kinds of weapons.

The most powerful among them is the red electric sword that his father took thirty years to forge. His father named his sword "Hongdian" and his only son's name. Liu Hongdian's father was also a killer when he was young, but when he was 28 years old, he missed once, and after saving a life by chance, his career as a killer ended. Since then, he abandoned martial arts and went into business, and he has made great achievements in less than ten years. He did not expect that although his son grew up in a wealthy family, he would also become a killer when he grew up. Ou Dao didn't see Liu Hongdian's Red Lightning Sword. Because he really wasn't worthy of letting Liu Hong dial the sword. Ou Dao hit Liu Hongdian's palm hard, as if defeating Xu, just as he was about to retract his palm, Liu Hongdian's fingertips were already pressing down on the eight vital points on his chest. Ou Dao's face turned pale, and suddenly all the strength in his body was exhausted. Blood gushed out from the corners of his mouth and nostrils at the same time. "You...you are indeed worthy of being a burial boy..." At this point, with a roar, he fell forward and could never move. Liu Hongdian sighed: "You think that Old Yanhou can avenge you, you are really wrong." At this time, the two bookboys had already buried the girl's body. " After the loess was filled up, the book boy in yellow came over and said, "Miss Du Fei'e has been buried." Liu Hong's electric phone rang for a while, and said, "We can go." Huang Yishu Tong Hui was slightly taken aback, and couldn't help but said: "There is still a pit..." Liu Hongdian's face suddenly darkened. "I just asked you to dig another pit, but this pit is not necessarily used to bury people, especially men!" There was already a lot of cold sweat on the forehead of the boy in yellow, and he hurriedly said: "It was my mistake! It was my mistake!" Liu Hongdian's face gradually softened and said: "Except for my late father, I will never bury any man." This is the funeral boy, the most chilling killer in the world! The girl who was buried in Huangshangxia was Ou Dao's junior sister Du Feie, and also the only daughter of Lao Yanhou. Lao Yanhou is almost seventy years old, does he still have the strength to avenge his daughter and disciple? Ou Dao said that someone will avenge him soon, is this person his master, Lao Yanhou? Nobody knows. Liu Hongdian didn't know either. Fog, still blurred. The valley is getting windy, and the clouds in the sky are getting thicker... Section five night. The strong wind, heavy rain, and thunder and lightning that wanted to tear the sky and the earth apart made it difficult for people to fall asleep. So even though the weather outside was extremely bad, the people in the big house were still unwilling to leave the gambling table. The big house was actually not very big, but it was the biggest gambling house in Langtou Town. There are four gambling houses in Langtou Town, one is called Old Langtou Casino, where the bets are usually very small, and the place is far worse than the big house. A wealthy man like Tan Wuye, of course, would not go to the Old Langtou Casino to gamble on Pai Gow for a few pennies. The big house is where Tan Wuye must visit every day. He is rich and likes to gamble a few hands. In the big house, Tan Wuye rarely meets real opponents.He thinks that other people's bets are too small, but others are often shocked by his bets. Fortunately, in the past half a month, a high-roller who likes to gamble big money and can afford big bets has appeared in the big house. It was a young man. Here, everyone called him Master Ma Si, but no one knew his name. Section VI The game continued until dawn. The long night is over, the sky is getting brighter, and the leaves outside the window look even greener after being washed by a heavy rain last night.That night, Tan Wuye's gambling luck was not very good. After he took another pair of lame bags, he suddenly looked at the sky. "It's dawn again." Uncle Sima said indifferently: "This is the most refreshing time of the day." Tan Wuye smiled wryly and said, "But now I'm falling asleep like hell." Uncle Sima said, "You don't want to gamble anymore?" "You're not good at hand." Tan Wuye shrugged: "Even if we continue to gamble, it seems that it will be difficult to make money." Uncle Sima said: "If Wuye doesn't gamble anymore, I also want to rest." Tan Wuye nodded: "Let's have another good gamble tonight!" The game of the day seemed to be over. But when they left the lobby of the casino, they found two old people, each with a cage of birds, ready to fight outside the big house! Section VII The decisive battle is about to begin. It is not the two old men who are fighting the decisive battle, but the war birds in their black cages. The combined age of these two old people is at least one hundred and sixty years old, but their bet is only five taels of silver. Uncle Sima was surprised. "These two birds are worth at least a hundred taels each, but their bet is only five taels." Tan Wuye said lightly: "Their bet today is already very high." "Oh?" Uncle Sima was taken aback. Tan Wuye said: "They usually only gamble one or two." "One tael?" Uncle Sima frowned, and said, "Looking at their appearance, they definitely don't look like people who can only gamble with a few taels of silver." "What you said is not bad at all." Tan Wuye smiled lightly and said, "Although they are not wealthy people, even if they bet every one hundred taels, they can definitely afford to gamble more than enough." Uncle Sima said: "If that's the case, why is the bet so small?" Tan Wuye said: "They are afraid of losing." Uncle Sima said: "Who did they lose? How many taels of silver did they lose?" Tan Wuye smiled leisurely: "I am the one who makes them afraid of losing. I don't have much money to win them, but in the past two or three years, I am afraid it has been eight or nine hundred thousand taels." "Eight to nine hundred thousand taels?" Uncle Sima's eyes suddenly widened. Suddenly, the old man in purple robes in Dongfang said: "The number lost by the old man is three hundred and sixty-nine thousand four hundred and twenty-six taels." Then, the old man in Tsing Yi in the west also said: "This old man lost more. A total of seventy-nine thousand and one taels." The old man in purple robe continued: "The two of us have lost a total of one hundred and fifty-nine thousand four hundred and twenty-eight taels. If we don't quit gambling, I'm afraid we will lose even the old nest." Uncle Sima stared at Tan Wuye for a long time: "I never imagined that you won so much money." Tan Wuye said indifferently: "They calculated very clearly, not even one tael was considered short, but I forgot instead, and thought they had won by eight or nine hundred thousand taels." The old man in Zipao sighed and said: "So even if we want to gamble money now, we never dare to bet heavily. Today we are five taels, and I feel frightened." The old man in Tsing Yi said: "If you are interested, you might as well come and bet against each other to see who is lucky." Uncle Sima smiled and stared at Fifth Master Tan: "Does Fifth Master have any intention of taking a gamble?" Tan Wuye frowned, and finally said resolutely: "I bet, five hundred thousand taels." Section VIII The bird fight will start soon. The two birds add up to less than three taels, but they can decide the outcome of five hundred thousand taels of silver. If they can know this, they must be very proud.But they are just flat-haired animals after all. They will only kill each other. Whether others bet half a million or five taels on them, they didn't know it. Under human manipulation, they have become tools for gambling. Birds are certainly ignorant. But are those who bet on them really smart? cage open! The war bird of the old man in purple robe is called "Iron Jue", and the war bird of the old man in Tsing Yi is called "Red Warrior". Tie Jue has a strong body, thin head and eyes, and sharp beak and claws. The red warrior is relatively small in stature, but he is short and thick, and his temperament is fierce, especially above that of Tie Jue. Tan Wuye let Uncle Sima choose. Uncle Sima likes red warriors. So the gamble of 500,000 taels started outside the door of the big house. The cage was opened, and the two birds jumped out of the cage. As a result, Tie Jue rushed into the cage of the red warrior, and when he came up, he was in a ball. Tie Jue was so brave that he frantically instigated the head and eyes on the red weapon. The red samurai resisted stubbornly, and under the fierce battle, countless feathers were shed from both sides. Tie Jue's powerful claws gradually gained the upper hand, pinning down the red warrior and attacking again blindly. Tan Wuye smiled with his beard.He said: "Uncle Sima, if you are willing to admit defeat now, the income will be reduced by half." " Uncle Sima hadn't answered yet, the old man in Tsing Yi shook his head and said, "I don't admit defeat! I don't admit defeat, the winner hasn't been decided yet!" Although he himself only bet five taels, he was a hundred times more nervous than those who bet five hundred thousand taels. I saw blue veins bulging on his head, and ten fingernails were almost inserted into the palm muscles. Uncle Sima said leisurely: "Of course we refuse to admit defeat. No one can say that the Red Warrior has lost until the final stage of deciding the outcome." The old man in Tsing Yi gave a thumbs up: "You are absolutely right! The Red Warrior will definitely turn defeat into victory!" Before he could finish his sentence, the red warrior had already counterattacked. The fighting became more intense, and feathers flew like snowflakes.Tie Jue couldn't attack for a long time, and under the counterattack of the red warrior, his momentum was weakened by half. This time, the old man Zibao became nervous. "Tie Jue, beak it! Catch it! Squeeze it to death!" But Tie Jue seemed unable to bear the pain. After the red warrior made a fierce attack, his arrogance became more and more vigorous. Finally, Tie Jue was defeated, and desperately flew to the top of the cage, with the bird's head hanging outside the cage, turning into a "hanging neck bird". As a result, the red warrior naturally pecked at Iron Jue even more.The old man in purple robe hastily reached into the cage to catch the bird. The old man in Tsing Yi said angrily: "Let go!" The face of the purple-robed old man changed: "Although Tie Jue is defeated, you can't let your bastard beat him!" The old man in Tsing Yi said: "You don't understand the rules? The loser can't catch the bird, otherwise the winner's bird will hurt you, can you afford it?" The purple-robed old man let out a "bah!" "How much is your mongrel bird worth? The old man just crushed it to death for you to see!" The old man in Tsing Yi was furious, and suddenly punched the old man in purple robe under his side. Uncle Sima hurriedly said: "You two old men, don't hurt your peace because of such a trivial matter. He is trying to persuade a fight. But when he stepped forward to separate the two old men, two cold short knives suddenly struck at his waist. Tan Wuye exclaimed: "Uncle Sima, be careful!" Before he finished speaking, Uncle Sima was stabbed in the waist. Section IX These two old men, who fought over two flat-haired beasts, suddenly showed a skill that would surprise most martial arts people. Those were the two strangers in the martial arts thirty years ago, Dragon and Tiger Tianzun's Dragon and Tiger Flying Death Killer. Few people can avoid this blow. Even Uncle Sima can't. Although, this Uncle Sima is Sima Xue, the king of assassins who is famous and discolored in the martial arts. ——Kill Sima Xue in the gambling game. This is the strategy of the old man in purple robe and the old man in Tsing Yi. —— Sima Xue is addicted to gambling, this is his biggest shortcoming. ——During the gambling game, Sima Xue was most likely to reveal his flaws. They've done their calculations pretty well. This time, Sima Xue will surely die without a place to bury him. However, what surprised them was: "Although Sima Xue was stabbed, the knife was not fatal. This knife can kill most martial arts masters in the world, but it is not enough to kill Sima Xue. Tan Wuye suddenly cried again: "Be careful behind your back." Section ten "Be careful behind—" This was Tan Wuye's second warning to Sima Xue. But Sima Xue didn't care whether someone was attacking him from behind. If he turned around and looked back, he might immediately turn into a dead person, because when Tan Wuye warned him for the second time, six steel needles shot out of Tan Wuye's sleeves angrily. The real killing didn't come from behind Sima Xue's back, but from this Fifth Lord Tan. Sima Xue's figure suddenly flew upwards. If his speed was a little slower, the six steel needles might all be shot into his chest and abdomen. Tan Wuye finally showed his true colors.He grinned grinningly, and said loudly, "You really are not a simple character." Sima Xueren was in the air, and fell three feet away in an instant. He was stabbed in the waist, blood was running. But he still looked calm and composed, and said with a sneer: "Tan Wuye, from last night until today, you have been in bad luck." "Bad luck?" "Of course it's bad luck, and it's unlucky." Sima Xue said coldly: "You lost from last night until this morning, and just now you lost another five hundred thousand taels." Tan Wuye's eyes narrowed into a line. "Do you think it is difficult for me to turn over the book?" Sima Xue said: "Yes, it's extremely difficult." Tan Wuye shook his head and said disapprovingly: "You are wrong. Although I have bad luck gambling money, I will definitely win when gambling my life." "Bet on your life? Whose life are you betting on?" "Of course it's your life." "Is my life worth anything?" "Very valuable." Tan Wuye said with a leisurely smile, "You have at least hundreds of thousands of taels worth of silver notes, and I owe you another five hundred thousand taels of gambling debt." Sima Xue nodded. Tan Wuye said: "As long as I win your life, not only can I save 500,000 taels, but all the silver notes on you will also belong to Tan." Sima Xue sneered. "What a Tan Shiyu." Tan Wuye said: "You already know that I am Tan Shiyu?" Sima Xue said coldly: "Why don't you already know that I am Sima Xue?" Tan Shiyu said lightly: "Now, it's not me who has the bad luck, but you, the king of killers." Sima Xue's eyes turned, and he looked at the old man in purple robe and the old man in Tsing Yi. "The two are probably the left gods and right ghosts under the seat of Dragon and Tiger Heavenly Venerable?" The purple-robed old man smiled proudly: "Old man, Jiang Guming, the god of the left." The old man in Tsing Yi said coldly: "Old man, you evil Li Xiangyu." Sima Xue said: "The killing of dragons and tigers just now really opened my eyes." Li Xiangyu said coldly: "It's a pity that this move still failed to take your life immediately." Sima Xue shrugged and said: "You two can try again, I am happy to accompany you." Jiang Guming said: "Based on my experience, I can see that you are pretending to be calm, and you are still delaying time." Sima Xue smiled: "To tell you the truth, my heart is already trembling now, and the two words of chattering and calmness are absolutely out of the question." Li Xiangyu said coldly: "No matter what your mood is now, this is where you will die." The left god and the right evil are separated on both sides, and another fatal attack may be launched at any time. But they didn't do it. Because just when they were about to start, a man in blue suddenly appeared on the cornice of the big house. The man in blue has a bow in his hand. The bowstring is fully drawn, and the sharp arrow is clearly on the string. Tan Shiyu's face also changed. He couldn't help muttering: "That's Giant Fan's bow and arrow!" Giant Fan is the name of a person. As the name suggests, he is a giant with natural powers and a burly figure like a giant bear. Some people say that a person who is too big has a simple mind and a very inaccurate vision. But Juren Fan is not only erudite and talented, capable of writing and martial arts, but also has superb archery skills and accurate vision. There are not many people in the world who can compare with him. Fan Juren is the owner of Fanjiabao in Hebei. He became the owner of Fanjiabao when he was sixteen years old. In the past twenty years, Juren Fan has done many amazing things in the Jianghu, especially six.Years ago in Changmapo, the battle to capture the Three Demons of Longbei was even more well-known, and it is still talked about by people in the martial arts world. Giant Fan's bow is his weapon. The arrows in Giant Fan's pot have shot through the throats of many green forest heroes. His bow never leaves his body. His arrows never leave the quiver at his waist. Even if his arrows are shot, they must be retrieved and returned to the quiver. For twenty years, his bow has not changed. For twenty years, the number of arrows in his jug is still twenty-four, never increasing or decreasing. But now, all the bows and arrows of Giant Fan had fallen into the hands of the man in blue. So what about Giant Fan? Is Giant Fan still alive in the world? blow! The arrow finally shot out from the string. But this arrow was neither aimed at Jiang Guming nor Li Xiangyu, but passed between the two of them. snatch! The arrow hit a big tree. Tan Shiyu sneered. "Your Excellency's physical strength is good, but it's a pity that this arrow seems to be aimless." Sima Xue smiled lightly, and said: "That's not necessarily true, at least his arrow has eliminated one harm in the world." Tan Shiyu froze, then looked at the big tree. At a glance, Tan Shiyu's face couldn't help but change a little again.It turned out that this arrow was impartial, and it happened to hit a poisonous centipede that was as long as it was full. The man in blue on the eaves has floated down. His demeanor looks so lazy, but his falling posture is so beautiful and unrestrained. He has a bow in his hand and arrows in his waist. In addition to bow and arrow, he also has a knife. The handle of the knife is an ancient steel color, and those who know the goods can tell at a glance that it is a good knife. But what kind of knife is this? Tan Shiyu couldn't see it. But Jiang Guming saw it, he couldn't help taking a breath, and said: "It's the knife of wind and snow." "Feng Xue Zhi Dao?" Tan Shiyu seemed to be taken aback, then stared at the man in blue and said, "You are the prodigal son of Xue Dao, Long Chengbi?" The man in blue smiled and nodded. "Below is the Dragon City Bi." Tan Shiyu said with a sullen face, "Are you the most outstanding young swordsman in the world for more than ten years?" Long Chengbi shrugged his shoulders and smiled: "The words 'most outstanding' are really hard to accept." Tan Shiyu frowned: "Is your father Long Yin, the head of the Long family?" Longcheng Bi said: "Exactly." Tan Shiyu said: "Long Yin is a modest gentleman, and has always been aloof from the world. How could he raise such a naughty son like you?" Long Chengbi was not angry at all, but just smiled leisurely: "Dragon and Tiger Tianzun is also an old senior praised by everyone in the world, and I can't figure out why they have such a bastard apprentice like Tan Wuye." Tan Shiyu chuckled. "Do you dare to call Tan a jerk?" Long Chengbi sighed, and said: "I also know that calling you a bastard fake is really presumptuous and rude——" Speaking of this, Sima Xue continued to laugh and said: "It's just that he is a bastard in the first place, so if he can't do it, he can be called an honest gentleman." Tan Shiyu's face turned yellow with anger. Sima Xue's wound was still bleeding, but the expression on his face seemed to be getting more and more cheerful. "I've said long ago that you've had bad luck." He looked at Tan Shiyu and said, "You thought you could get rid of me by relying on left and right gods and you, but it's a pity that you never thought that the prodigal son Xuedao had already Came here." Tan Shiyu sneered, "So what?" Sima Xue said: "The 500,000 taels of gambling, are you sure you're going to renege on it?" Tan Shiyu said: "I really want to give you the five hundred thousand taels, but you will soon become a dead person, so why let these taels of silver go to waste?" Sima Xue said: "You think you have a chance to kill me?" Tan Shiyu said: "Of course." Sima Xue said: "In that case, please do it!" Tan Shiyu sneered, and suddenly shouted: "Go!" "superior!" Tan Shiyu yelled the word "Up", but instead of rushing forward, he retreated desperately. Jiang Guming and Li Xiangyu looked at each other, their faces turned pale. Li Xiangyu said angrily: "This guy is really a jerk." Jiang Guming broke his mouth and said: "I said earlier, this person is not reliable at all." These two old people scolded me endlessly, and stepped back while scolding. Long Chengbi looked at them coldly, with a murderous intent on his face. Until the three disappeared and disappeared.Long Chengbi suddenly let out a sigh of relief. A look of surprise suddenly appeared on Sima Xue's face. "Are you injured too?" Long Chengbi nodded. Sima Xue looked at the bow in his hand and said, "Did you get injured when you were dealing with Giant Fan?" Longcheng Bi sighed.Said: "Not bad." Sima Xue said: "Fortunately they don't know." Long Chengbi smiled wryly and said: "Based on the martial arts of the three of them, if we want to deal with the two of us who have been injured, there is at least a seven-point chance that we can get what we want." Sima Xue said: "But they dare not take risks." Long Chengbi said: "They dare not take this risk because they don't know that I was also injured." Sima Xue said: "Did you fight fiercely with Fan Juren?" Long Chengbi said: "We only fought three palms." He sighed, and said again: "People in Jianghu only know that Giant Fan is powerful with arrows, but who knows that his palm strength is more domineering?" Sima Xue said: "Giant Fan is dead?" "No, he is still alive and not injured." Long Chengbi said. This time, Sima Xue was really stunned. "He was able to defeat you in palm strength?" Long Chengbi smiled bitterly, "You see me as a god? Even a god will be defeated sometimes, let alone me?" Sima Xue was startled: "Since you have already been defeated by him, how could his bow and arrow be in your hands?" Longcheng Bi's eyes showed a pensive look, and he said slowly after a long while: "Just as we were fighting for three palms and were about to fight for the fourth palm, Giant Fan suddenly received a message." Sima Xue said: "What news? Is this news related to Liu Hongdian, the funeral boy?" Long Chengbi nodded and said, "Not bad." He sighed and said, "Liu Hongdian killed another woman." "Who is she?" "Du Feie!" "The daughter of Old Yanhou Du Dai?" "It's Du Dai's daughter." "Du Dai only got this daughter in his later years, but he never expected to die under the hands of Liu Hongdian, the burial boy." "Du Dai must be very sad." "Of course, he will avenge his daughter." "In addition to avenging Du Feiyue, we must also avenge Ou Shiteen." Long Chengbi sighed, and said: "Du Dai's most beloved disciple, Ou Dao, also wants to die under Liu Hongdian's subordinates." Sima Xue's eyes flashed: "Black Goose Ou Dao, martial arts are not weak." Long Chengbi sighed: "It's a pity that the opponent he met was Liu Hongdian, even if he had ten Ou Dao, he was still not an opponent." Sima Xue said: "Fan Juren has a deep love for Du Fei'e, and now it seems that it is really good." Long Chengbi nodded, and said: "Judging from the expression on his face at that time, he almost didn't cry." "What happened next?" "He vowed to avenge Du Fei'e!" "There are rumors in the rivers and lakes that Juren Fan is not actually a bad person, but he is bad because he is very happy, so he does not hesitate to associate with people in the Palace of Heavenly Tribulation." "Heavenly Tribulation Palace!" Sima's bloody eyes flashed a shadow, "What a Heavenly Tribulation Palace, it turned the world of martial arts upside down." Longcheng Bidao: "Shenlong Tianzun and Feihu Tianzun are my father's friends who have forgotten the years. I didn't expect them to be so embarrassed by the disciples and the left god and the right Sha." Sima Xue asked: "Have they lost their martial arts yet?" Long Chengbi nodded and said: "The Fragrance of Tendons and Pulses from Heavenly Tribulation Palace is really powerful. If Dragon and Tiger Tianzun hadn't been extremely cultivated, he might have died at the hands of traitors long ago." Sima Xue said: "It's a pity that the old Yanhou wanted to stand up for the Dragon and Tiger Tianzun, but he caused his daughter to be killed tragically. The reason is that the city gate caught fire, which brought disaster to the fish in the pond!" Long Chengbi said: "But I know that Old Yanhou will never regret it, he is a good man who would sacrifice everything for his friends." Sima Xue said: "Having said that, the blow to him this time is really too great." "That's right," Long Chengbi said, "Fortunately, he still has many friends. At least, Giant Fan will never just sit idly by." Sima Xue said: "Heavenly Tribulation Palace does many injustices, and the sky is angry and people complain, let's see how long they can continue to do so?" Long Chengbi said: "Ou Dao sent people to look for us, asking us to avenge Du Fei'e's grievance." Sima Xue said: "Who did he send to find us?" Long Chengbi said: "He asked Tao Mazi to find Ding Heigou first, and then Ding Heigou told me the news." Sima Xue sighed: "It seems that this time I have to kill people for free." Long Chengbi smiled lightly and said, "What's the harm in doing some loss-making business by chance?" Sima Xue frowned, and was silent for a while. He suddenly asked Long Chengbi: "I really don't understand, how could you be defeated by Giant Fan?" Longcheng Bi said: "Actually, I was injured before I fought Giant Fan." Sima Xue said: "You have already been injured?" "That's right," Long Chengbi said, "Before I found Giant Fan, I fought five palms with Hao Yiyao, the red-haired demon of Heavenly Tribulation Palace." Sima Xue's eyes changed. "Hao Yiyao's Heavenly Demon Extinguishing Heart Kungfu is said to have reached the seventh level." "No, it's the fifth floor," Longcheng Bixiu said slowly, "If his Heavenly Demon Extinguishing Heart Skill has reached the seventh floor, I'm afraid it will be very difficult for me to meet you again at this moment." Sima Xue said: "Is the Heavenly Demon Extinguishing Heart Art so powerful?" Long Chengbi said: "Since the death of the Miexin God Demon Ding Jue two hundred years ago, no one in the world has been able to practice the Heavenly Demon Miexin Kung Fu to the seventh level." He smiled wryly, and continued: "But Hao Yiyao's martial arts are already formidable, if I am negligent, I'm afraid I will also be doomed." Sima Xue moved, "How is he now?" Long Chengbi smiled lightly: "To use an old saying, evil cannot prevail against good, and he has already killed me with the Dragon Heart Art." "Good job!" Sima Xue said: "At least, you have suppressed the ferocious arrogance of Tianjie Palace." Long Chengbi frowned, and sighed: "Longhu Tianzun is my father's old friend, if something happened to them, how can I feel better?" Sima Xue nodded, looked at the sky, and suddenly said: "Today's weather is very good." Longcheng Bi was stunned. "The weather is fine, so what?" "When the floating big self." "You want to go drink?" "Exactly." "but……" Before Longchengbi could finish his sentence, Sima Xue said decisively: "Are you afraid that I'm injured and I shouldn't drink?" "It's not suitable for drinking." Suddenly another old voice sneered: "If you dare to drink, I will punch each of you three thousand times." Hearing this person's voice, Sima Xue couldn't help laughing bitterly. That was Shi Jiugong, the No. 1 miracle doctor of Medical Valley. Shi Jiugong had already arrived, and they were injured, so even if they were addicted to alcohol, they would never drink a drop. Shi Jiugong's cold voice sounded again: "This place is not too far from Medicine Valley, you all go back to me for medical treatment." Sima Xue couldn't bear it and said: "Which living king told you that we are here?" As soon as he finished his sentence, someone immediately shouted: "If I am a living king, you are a dead turtle!" There are not many people in the world who dare to call the killer king Sima Xue a "dead turtle", but Tang Zhuquan, the number one drunk in the world, is an exception.This young master of Hangzhou Tang Sect actually appeared here. Seeing Tang Zhuquan and Shi Jiugong, Sima Xue had no choice but to accept his fate obediently. But Long Chengbi, the prodigal son of Xuedao, suddenly disappeared. Shi Jiugong shouted angrily: "This kid is fucking dead! This kid is fucking dead..." While he was cursing, in an instant, even Tang Zhuquan was gone. In the depths of the courtyard, morning fog locked the small building. The wind in the small building is light and the curtains don't move. Zheng!Zheng!Zheng Cong!Zheng Cong! The sound of the piano suddenly sounded, and the sound of the piano seemed to be very clear, as if it was in the ear, and it seemed to emanate from the illusory distance. It is like the intimate breath of a lover, and it is like a fantasy like passing smoke, it seems to want to stay in the space forever, and it seems that it cannot stay in the pavilion for another moment. The piano sounds play three chapters. After three chapters, there are three more chapters. Until the nine chapters are played, the sound of the piano stops. In the fog and behind the curtain, one person applauded lightly. "It's a good song, my lady's piano skills are unparalleled." It was a man's voice. The voice sounded very flat, as if there was no emotion at all. "Are you here?" After a long time, a young girl's indifferent voice came from the small building. "I've wanted to come here a long time ago, but I don't have time until now." "You didn't have to come, so why do you have to excuse yourself?" The girl's voice was clearer than the sound of the piano, but her tone gradually became colder than ice: "No matter how well my piano is played, I don't need you to appreciate it." "I don't deserve to listen to your piano?" "It's not that you don't deserve it, it's that you shouldn't listen." "I don't understand." "The piano sounds you should listen to are the Tiger String Qin, the Nine Jue Tian Killing Qin, and the Fenglei Qin "Shut up!" The man's voice was very displeased: "These are the zither sounds of murder. Master Hu Xian, Nine Absolute Demon Lord, Tianfeng Wulei old man, they are all objects that Heavenly Tribulation Palace will eliminate in the future!" The girl said coldly: "I've long since given up on you for helping the tyrant to abuse you, burying flowers and killing people." "pardon!" "you go!" "Is it an order to evict guests?" "good." "Don't forget who I am." "Of course I will never forget who you are. You are a cold-blooded killer, and you are Liu Hongdian, a playboy who is worse than a beast." Having said that, a crisp voice suddenly sounded in the morning mist. It was the sound of a slap. Then, the girl sneered. "You'd better kill me, you'd be a coward if you didn't kill me!" The playboy Liu Hong never blinked when he electrocuted women, but can he do it this time? Sa!There was a sound of fluttering clothes suddenly. 珠帘抖动，一个锦袍人从小楼内飞跃而下，这人正是葬花公子柳红电。 他的脸色很不好看。 小楼下，两书童垂手而立。 他们都知道主人的心情很不愉快。 雾仍未散，葬花公子却已炔快不乐的离开了这里。 柳红电悻悻而去，楼头一片恬静。但这份恬静并没有维持多久。 半个时辰之后，忽然蹄声骤响。 五匹快马，五个浓眉大目的汉子，突然闯到这小楼之下，勒马停下。 这五个汉子身材魁梧，尤其是最后一人，更是身如铁塔，拳粗如钵，仿佛连马儿都承受不起这个人的重量。 事实上，他胯下的马儿，也的确特别吃力，嘴角己冒出泡沫，气喘不已。 这铁塔般的巨汉，忽然从腰间掏出一把短刀。 他把一张条子插在刀锋上，然后把短刀向小楼上怒射过去。 Benedict! 短刀射在小楼一根本柱上。 一只软若无骨的手，轻轻把短刀上条子拿起。 但这张条子却立刻被撕成碎片，四下飘散开去。 铁塔般的巨汉冷笑。 “臭婆娘好大的架子！” 楼上珠帘不动，没有反应。 巨汉忽然喝一声，道：“臭婆娘，快让你的孙女儿出来，否则俺一把火就把这座鸟楼烧掉。” 这巨汉怒目圆睁，脾气开始发作。 珠帘终于掀开，一个杏袍少女探头向下面望。 “你是谁？嘴里不干不净的！” 巨汉怪声道：“俺叫樊巨人。” “河北樊家堡主？” “正是樊堡主！”樊巨人叫道：“你是陆太君的孙女儿？” 杏袍少女道：“你是找陆太君还是来找我？” 樊巨人道：“既要找陆太君，也要找你这个不知羞耻为何物的野丫头！” 杏袍少女脸色一变。 “樊保主，这里可不是河北樊家堡，岂容你在此撒野？” 樊巨人“呸”二声：“俺要摘下你的脑袋，然后再宰掉陆太君！” 杏袍少女脸色煞白：“姓樊的，你当真以为陆坪小筑无人？” 樊巨人道：“管你有人无人，你们统统都要变成死人！” 杏袍少女退回帘内。 樊巨人又穷吼道：“你若再不滚下来，俺就冲上去把你碎尸万段。” 就在他大叫大吼的时候，小楼外忽然出现了两个老妪。 这两个老妪一个发白如银，另一个却是头发枯黄，有如一堆杂乱的枯草。 樊巨人嘿嘿一笑：“来得好，你们两人谁是陆太君？竟然养出了一个混帐的孙女儿？” 白发老妪冷冷说道：“陆太君不在这里。” 黄发老妪缓缓道：“要教训你这个不知死活的草包，凭咱们妹妹两人已很足够了。” 樊巨人大笑。 “好！俺是草包，看你们又有多大的能耐。” 说到这里，他身后的四个巨汉已抢先出手。 两老妪武器是一刀一枪。 白发老妪身材矮小，但用的刀却是长达四尺的鬼头刀。 黄发老妪用的是一双短枪，每一杆长三尺，乃是熟铜铸造，份量也不算轻。 四巨汉已排成了一个刀阵。 他们虽然都是用刀，但每一把刀都并不相同，其中包括了柳叶刀、大砍刀、屠刀、缅刀。 四种迥然不同的刀，四种绝不相同的刀法。 他们的刀法各具特殊的威力，四刀合一组成的刀阵，力量当然不可小觑。 但两老妪毫不畏惧。 使用鬼头刀的自发老妪一声冷笑，与使用大砍刀的巨汉交手。 Bang! 两把刀的份量却极是沉重，交击之中，金铁锋鸣之声简直是震耳欲聋。 刀声中，黄发老妪的一双短枪也和使用柳叶刀的巨双打得激烈无比。 四巨汉互相呼应，人影乍合又分，刚才使用大砍刀与自发老妪动手的巨汉，忽然又转过来与黄发老妪的双枪杀得难分难解。 白发妪岖已给使用缅刀的巨汉缠住。 她们以二敌四，而对方的刀法又甚是不弱，她们看来很难讨得好去。 Sa! 刀光疾闪，使用缅刀的巨汉已在白发老妪的左臂上划下一道半尺长的口子。 白发老妪年纪虽已一大把，但战斗之心极强，纵然受伤，亦咬紧牙关拼下去。 樊巨人冷冷一笑，道：“两位老人家何苦为了那野丫头而牺牲了性命？… 白发老妪怒道：“你要动她一根汗毛，除非先把我们两个宰掉……” 说到这里，左腿上又吃了一刀。 但黄发老妪的形势却比她好得多。 使用大砍刀的巨汉虽然凶猛，但黄发老妪的一双短枪，却比毒蛇还刁钻，终于在他右肩上刺穿了一窟窿。 这一枪虽然未能立刻要了他的性命，但却己令他无法再战下去。 樊巨人脸色一变。 “莫大洪！” 使用大砍刀的巨汉咬了一咬牙，道：“你可别理会我，总之堡主的事情，咱们无论如何一定要办妥……” 突听一人冷笑，“荒谬！荒谬！想不到樊家堡上上下下，全是荒谬而又荒谬的东西！” 樊巨人喝道：“是谁在胡说八道？” 那人回答道：“是你老子！” 只见一个奇胖无比的胖子，捧着一只大得吓死人的酒坛蹒跚地从一丛密林之内走了出来。 樊巨人脱口道：“天下第一号大醉鬼唐竹权？” 胖汉淡淡一笑：“你一看就知道老于是唐竹权，果然有点眼光！” 樊巨人道：“这是樊某与葬花公子柳红电的事，不用你来多管闲事！” 唐竹权嘿嘿道：“你若是去找葬花公子算帐，老子一定大加拥护，说不定还会自动请缨成为你的先锋。” 樊巨人道：“俺现在就是先要给葬花公子柳红电一个报复和教训。” “报复个屁！教训个鸟！”唐竹权挥臂冷笑：“小仙子跟葬花公子柳红电根本就完全是两个人，和陆太君更是毫无关连，你要找葬花公子，应该去找他，而不是找陆太君和她的小孙女！” 樊巨人一楞，道：“小仙子本来就和柳红电是同一路的人，俺先把她解决，有什么不妥？” 唐竹权道：“谁说他们是同一路的人啊？” 樊巨人道：“他们一向都有来往，而且过往甚密……” “那是以前的事，而且就算他们来往甚密，也只是他们之间的事，大丈大讲究的是恩怨分明，你现在糊涂的见人就咬，岂不像只疯狗？” 樊巨人吸一口气，良久还说不出一句话来。 唐竹权冷冷一笑，道：“趁现在陆太君还没有回来，你们马上离开这里，大不了老子在小仙女面前，为各位美言几句，相信总可以化干戈为玉帛。” 樊巨人沉思半晌，才又问道：“小仙女真的不是和柳红电朋比为好？” 唐竹权道：“你若不相信老子，大可以去问龙城璧。” 樊巨人道：“龙城壁在哪里？” 说到这里，密林中又传出了另一个人清朗的声音：“樊堡主，我们又碰头了。” 那就是雪刀浪子龙城壁的声音。 只听得龙城壁淡淡道：“我和唐竹权都已查得很清楚，小仙女非但没有助纣为虐，而且还极力劝阻柳红电，不要再干这许多伤天害理的事。” 樊巨人道：“你说的都是真活？” 龙城璧慢条斯理的从林中出来，慢慢的说道：“你可以当作我是在骗你，但事实的确也是如此。” 樊巨人叹息一声，终于道：“我相信你，我们走。” 他说走就走，唐竹权和龙城璧已令他改变了主意。 夕阳西落，一匹青骡，驮着一个老头儿，在官道上缓缓地望南而走。 青骡瘦弱，幸好它驮着的老人也是没几斤肉，似乎一阵大风都可以把他从骡背上吹掉下来。 老头儿本是一身白衣，但现在白衣已被尘埃玷污，变成了一块黄，一块白。 白衣老头的手里有一只铜葫芦，葫芦里有点酒，他似乎是个很吝啬的人。看他的样子，好像很想喝酒，但却又不舍得一下子就把铜葫芦里的酒喝光。 骡子仿佛越走越慢，白衣老头也不着急，虽然西山夕阳已渐渐的沉了下去。 夜幕渐垂，路上越来越是黑暗，也越来越是恬静，倏地，一阵飞鸦从芦苇丛中飞掠而起，似乎是受到了惊吓。 但白衣老头无动于中。 他又把铜葫芦往嘴里送。 他仍然是那副老样子，浅尝即止。 青骡忽然停下。 它仿佛有点呆住了，也许是因为它看见一阵突如其来的火光。 十六枝火炬，把黑沉沉的官道突然照得很光亮。 白衣老头漫不经心的抬头一望。 他看见了十六个人，排成一字形般拦阻住自己的去路。 白衣老头叹了口气，喃喃道：“真倒霉，咱们又遇上强盗了。” 他这些话好像是说给自己听，又好像是说给骡子听，也好像是说给这十几个人听的。 这十七个人看来就算不是强盗，也和强盗相差无几。 他们每个人都有一枝火炬，只有一个人例外。 他的年纪大约四十岁，国字脸，眉粗目大，唇上还有两撇浓密的胡子。 虽然他的身材并不很高大，但却浑身是劲，正是短小精悍、擅于发号施令的人物。 他一上来，就自己报上姓名，说：“晚辈顾十行，江湖中人都叫晚辈为'赶尽杀绝'。” 白衣老头脸上露出了吃惊之色：“这位大老爷，你要金子银子尽管拿去，又何必要赶尽杀绝？老汉虽然已六十仁岁，但还想多活六十六年，你行行好，别真的赶尽杀绝！” 顾十行凝视着自衣老头：“前辈何必装疯？晚辈就算有三头六臂，也不敢动前辈一根毛发。” 白衣老头一怔：“你把老汉看成是什么人？” 顾十行道：“在三十年前，太行山有一个剑客出道江湖，三年之内，就把当时横行江湖的八大枭雄逐一诛灭。” 白衣老头道：“你说的这个剑客是谁啊？” 顾十行道：“谢白衣。” 白衣老头道：“谁是谢白衣？” 顾十行道：“你就是谢白衣。” 白衣老头用手指着自己的鼻子，哈哈一笑：“老汉就是谢白衣。” 顾十行道：“难道你真的装糊涂一直装下去？” 白衣老头愣住。 过了很久很久，白衣老头才缓缓点头，叹息着道：“老汉以为可以安安静静的再活六十六年，但这愿望已给你毁灭。” 顾十行抱拳为礼，道：“谢大侠剑法独步江湖，倘若就此豹隐武林，那可是一件很可惜很可惜的事。” 谢白衣道：“连我自己都不觉得可惜，又何须尊驾来替老汉可惜？” 顾十行道：“前辈本是江湖上名重一时的侠客，前辈若对什么事情都坐视不理，对你来说也许是逍遥自在的吧，但却无形中助长了江湖匪类的气焰。” 谢自衣叹了口气。 “顾十行，你这些说话未免是太抬举老汉了，老汉已老，又还能为中原武林于些什么事？” 顾十行道：“别的事情前辈也许可以不管，但沈青鹤被人乱刀斩杀于街头，难道你也可以不闻不问吗？” 一直神态庸情的谢白衣忽然睁大了眼睛，就像是一只被惊醒了的睡狮。 他厉声道：“你……你……你刚才说什么？” 顾十行却沉默下来。 谢白衣突然从骡背上飞跃而起。 他用一种闪电般的速度，疾射到顾十行的面前，双手按在他的肩膊上。 “你是不是说沈青鹤已经死了？” 顾十行点点头，道：“不错，他是给雪刀浪子龙城壁伏击身亡的。” “雪刀浪子龙城璧？” 谢白衣双手垂下，他脸庞上的肌肉不断地在抽搐。 顾十行又道：“沈青鹤是你唯一的弟子，但你却连他死在龙城璧的刀下都不知道……” “住口！”谢白衣怒喝。 顾十行果然就缄默下来。 火光下，谢白衣的脸仿佛已变成了鲜血一样的颜色。 “我若不杀雪刀浪子，誓不为人！”