Chapter 14 Chapter Twelve

Blood splattered all over the ground, and the green-faced man's face turned even paler. "You...why do you have to kill me...?" He looked at Xu Qiaozhi in surprise and anxiety. Xu Qiaozhi also looked at him coldly: "If I don't kill you, how can I do good to Old Yanhou?" The green-faced man was even more surprised: "Who are you?" Hearing the words, the Sixth Grand Master Shan couldn't help being moved.It turns out that this blue-faced man is the teacher of the old goose marquis Du Dai - Qingyan Yaoshi. Xu Qiaozhi said coldly: "Lao Yanhou has always treated you kindly, but you secretly colluded with Tianjie Palace to deal with your uncle!"

Yao Shi gritted his teeth and said, "If he treats me better, I won't..." Xu Qiaozhi sneered and said: "You have always behaved badly and committed adultery repeatedly, how can he teach you the most exquisite martial arts of his sect!" Yao Shi's chest rose and fell. "Because I am not his disciple after all, so he has always favored that boy Ou Dao!" Xu Qiaozhi shook his head and sighed, and murmured: "You are a hopeless person, you are indeed hateful, you can be killed!" Having said that, the knife light flew up again. Yao Shi took another knife and could no longer survive.

When he fell down, Gu Shixing and the people in Tianjie Palace had already ignored his life and death, and fled far away. second quarter The long street was dead silent. An old man in white, dragging his tired body, walked towards the North Pavilion step by step. The North Pavilion is the largest inn and the only casino here. There were already a dozen men in black waiting for him in the casino. This white-clothed old man is astonishingly the gray man Xie Bai who fought Wei Kongkong to the death. The sound of the dice shaking in the casino was Wen Wuwu's favorite sound. He likes to bet on Sic Bo.

Whether it is someone else's banker or his own banker, he likes this kind of gambling. He often wins and often loses. But what he wins is usually a lot of money, but when he loses, it is only a few dozen taels. This is the reason why he likes to bet on Sic Bo the most. The owner of the North Pavilion is Wen Wuwu. Wen Wuwu is not too old, not even fifty years old, but no matter where he is, he always has a walking stick in his hand.He often tells people that he is old. He also said that when a person is old, everything will cease, and he has to wait for death with his eyes wide open.

But the reality is that— He became more and more energetic, and when he opened his eyes, it was not him who died, but the people under his crutches. When he was nineteen years old, he had led three bandits in Kanto, including the Fire Cloud Gang, which was the most powerful at that time. A person who is so remarkable at the age of nineteen, at his current age, of course has a great reputation in the world. But Wen Wuxin is not well-known in the world.Because his name was not Wen Wuwu, but Dadaozi. third quarter The sound of rolling the dice in the casino faintly reached Wen Wuwu's ears.

Wen Wuwu sighed, and said, "If I guessed correctly, the dice came out with another 'small' one." Standing behind him was a young man in splendid attire. He suddenly said, "Do you dare to bet?" Wen Wuxin was taken aback. "You want to bet on this with me?" "good." "How much to bet?" "One hundred thousand taels." Wen Wuxin shook his head: "It's more than one hundred thousand taels." The young prince said indifferently: "So what about ten taels?" Wen Wuwu nodded immediately and said, "Okay!"

There was another loud shout from the casino. "One four six, eleven o'clock—big!" Wen sighed unintentionally. "You won." The young gentleman smiled leisurely and said, "It's a pity that I didn't win one hundred thousand, but ten taels." Wen Wuwu said indifferently: "It's better to win ten taels than lose ten taels." The young master said: "No wonder others say that it is not easy to make you lose a lot of money." Wen Wuyi smiled: "As long as you don't gamble too much, you won't lose a lot of money. Such a truth is really obvious."

The young master said: "But you have won a lot of money." Wen Wuwu said, "That's luck." The young man didn't ask any more questions.He is not an idiot, of course he knows why Wen Wuwu is so lucky. When he loses, he bets less, but when he bets big, he is absolutely sure. ——Wen Wuwu was a bandit leader when he was young, but after he was thirty, he made a living by gambling. Not only do you live by gambling, you actually get rich by gambling. Now, the North Pavilion belongs to him, but not all of his property. How many houses and properties Wen Wuwu has now, I'm afraid even he himself can't easily figure it out.

But when he lost ten taels of silver, he still seemed to feel a little distressed. fourth quarter Wen Wuxin lost ten taels of silver, but what was paid to the young Gongwu was a silver ticket. The banknotes are as fresh as the clothes of a young gentleman. This is not a silver bill of ten taels, but one hundred thousand taels. The young man glanced at it and said, "What does this mean?" Wen Wuwu said: "This is a small meaning." The young master said: "You only lost ten taels, but here is an extra ninety-nine thousand nine hundred and ninety taels." Wen Wuxin shook his head: "It's not ninety-nine thousand nine hundred and ninety taels more, but ten taels less than the original amount."

The young master's eyes flashed, and he suddenly said indifferently: "Is this bank note a gambling account?" Wen Wuwu said: "Of course it's not a gambling debt. I owe you ten taels of silver and haven't paid it yet, and I don't plan to pay it." The young master said: "You might as well send the twelve taels of gambling silver. Even if you return it to me after thirty years, I will definitely not calculate interest from you." He continued calmly: "But for the one hundred thousand taels of silver, please forgive me for not being able to accept it for the time being, unless you explain what is going on."

Wen Wuwu took a breath: "The palace wants you to kill someone." The young master said: "A person who can be worth 100,000 taels is certainly not a mediocre person." Wen Wuxin nodded and said, "He is Longchengbi, Xuedao prodigal son." The young master's expression immediately became very serious: "Longcheng Bi's life is worth more than one hundred thousand taels." Wen Wuwu said: "It's true that it's more than one hundred thousand taels, this bank note is just a deposit." The young prince said: "How much is the Palace Master willing to pay?" Wen Wuwu said, "Two hundred thousand taels." The young son still shook his head: "Too little." Wen Wuwu said: "But you have a very good helper." The young master said: "I kill people, I never like others to intervene." Wen Wuwu said, "But this time it's different." The young master sneered: "What's the difference? Longcheng Bi is just one person." Wen Wuyi said: "Although he is a human being, not a ghost, his sword skills and dragon heart art are absolutely not to be ignored." The young man was silent. Wen Wuwu said again: "As long as you can kill Longcheng Bi, the two hundred thousand taels of silver will be yours." The young master suddenly sighed and said, "I still don't want to do this business." Wen Wuwu said, "Are you afraid?" "It's true that I'm afraid," the young master said coldly, "but it's not me who is afraid, but you." Wen Wuyi said: "This task is no small matter. The Dragon City will never be eliminated, and it will always be a serious problem for Tiandong Palace." The young master said: "It's a pity that you don't have confidence in me at all. If that's the case, why do you need me to deal with Longcheng Bi?" Wen Wuwu said: "We have considered that it would be too risky for you to deal with Longcheng Bi alone. Don't forget that we are still friends after all." The young master pondered for a while, and finally said: "Who will be with me to deal with Longcheng Wall?" Wen Wuwu said: "He has come." Just as he was saying these words, a tired old man in white was already standing outside the door of the North Pavilion. He is Xie Baiyi who fought against Wei Kongkong just now. Section five In the distance of the long street, there was a faint light. Although the man in Xie Baiyi has arrived at the North Pavilion, his eyes are still fixed on the distant lights. Wen Wuxin smiled leisurely. "I heard that you fought Wei Kongkong to the death just now." Xie Baiyi nodded slowly. Wen Wuxin smiled and said, "You are still alive." Xie Baiyi nodded again. Wen Wuxin continued: "So Wei Kongkong must be a dead man now." Xie Baiyi suddenly sighed.After a long time, he slowly said: "He is still very young, and his sword skills are also very good, especially his unique move 'Drunk Slayer', which is even more amazing." A look of surprise appeared on Wen Wuwu's face, and he said, "Wei Kongkong has already used the head-cutting sword technique 'Drunk Slashing Heavenly Demon'?" Xie Baiyi said: "Not bad." Wen Wuwu said: "But you are still not beheaded by his sword." Xie Ziyi said: "Not bad." Wen Wuwu said: "Now Wei Kongkong must feel very cold." Xie Baiyi shook his head. Wen was stunned unintentionally. "He is already a dead person, how can he not be cold?" Xie Baiyi said: "He is indeed as cold as snow, but he doesn't feel cold, because dead people don't feel it." Wen Wuxin blinked and said, "That makes sense." Xie Baiyi said: "He doesn't feel it anymore, but I do." Wen Wuwu said: "How does Xie Senior feel?" Xie Baiyi sighed and said, "I haven't avenged Shen Qinghe yet." Wen Wuwu said: "Are you really going to settle accounts with Longcheng Bi?" Xie Baiyi sneered: "Do you think I will let the Dragon City Wall go?" Wen Wuxin smiled. "Of course not, and Longchengbi will never let you go, because you killed the head-stealing hero Wei Kongkong." Xie Baiyi's eyes suddenly revealed a gloomy look: "In fact, Wei Kongkong died very wrongly, and this matter had nothing to do with him." Wen Wuwu shook his head and said: "Senior Xie's words are wrong, such arrogant lunatics as Wei Kongkong and Longchengbi are really not there to kill, so why should you worry about it!" Xie Baiyi turned his eyes and landed on the young man. "Your name is Liu?" The young man nodded. Xie Baiyi said again: "You are the burial boy Liu Hongdian?" The young master said slowly: "This is Liu Hongdian." Xie Ziyi's face turned cold: "My burial son, to be honest, your reputation in Jianghu is really not very good." Liu Hongdian said leisurely: "How good it is, it means terrible. I also know that my reputation is really terrible." Xie Baiyi asked in surprise, "You don't care about your own reputation?" Liu Hongdian smiled faintly. "If the way of being a human being can't last forever, why not leave a bad reputation forever? It's much better than wasting a lifetime in ignorance." Xie Baiyi had no expression on his face, and said, "You are indeed a dangerous person." Wen Wuxin interjected, "He's not too dangerous, the only thing that's dangerous is his sword." Xie Baiyi frowned: "A person who has a dangerous sword is undoubtedly a dangerous person." Wen Wuwu said: "If he is your friend, he will not be in danger to you, and when you are in danger, he can also help you through the danger." Xie Baiyi said: "He is not my friend." "No," Wen Wuwu said with a faint smile, "Although you didn't know each other before, you are friends from now on." "Xie Baiyi glanced at Liu Hongdian: "Is he willing to discuss friendship with an old man like me? " Wen Wuwu said, "Of course I would." Xie Baiyi said: "Why does he want me to be a friend?" Wen Wuwu said: "Because you are enemies and enemies." Xie Baiyi shook his head: "I don't understand." Wen Wuwu said: "Don't you really want to kill Longcheng Bi?" Xie Baiyi said: "I want to die." Liu Hongdian suddenly said: "I want to kill him too, even at the cost of fighting him to the death." Xie Baiyi's eyes flickered. "What kind of quarrel did you have with Xuedao prodigal son?" Liu Hong said: "He raped my sister." Xie Baiyi raised his eyebrows: "Who is your sister?" Liu Hong said in a deep voice, "It's a nun." Xie Ziyi was startled suddenly: "She has become a monk?" Liu Hongdian's eyes became deeper, and she gritted her teeth: "She was originally a very optimistic and happy woman, but for the sake of Long Chengbi, she shaved her hair and became a nun." Xie Baiyi sighed: "There are many unsatisfactory things between men and women. I was young and I was annoyed by such things, but I never thought of becoming a monk." Liu Hongdian sneered and said, "Don't compare you with my sister." Xie Baiyi said: "I am not worthy?" Liu Hongdian said coldly: "It's not a matter of being worthy or not, she is a woman, but you are a man." Xie Baiyi was stunned: "What is the difference between a man and a woman?" Liu Hongdian said angrily: "If you are a girl, someone cheated you of your virginity, and then you were abandoned. When you became discouraged and became a nun, and that person pestered you, then raped you in the nunnery, and then What will happen to you if you go away and never return, and tell others that 'the taste is not as good as before'? What would happen if you were her younger brother?" Xie Baiyi was dumbfounded again, completely dumbfounded.After a long time, he said slowly and word for word: "I will tear this beast piece by piece." Liu Hongdian shook his head, he said: "I don't want to tear this person apart, I just want to give him a sword!" Tear a person apart piece by piece, and that person will die. If Liu Hong was electrocuted with a sword, he would undoubtedly die. Xie Baiyi finally said: "From now on, we are friends, at least, we are enemies and enemies." Liu Hongdian closed her eyes, and the expression on her face gradually calmed down. Wen Wuwu sighed, and said: "Xue Dao prodigal son has been quite famous in the Jianghu in recent years, but unexpectedly he is a beast in clothes." With his hands behind his back, he continued: "No matter what, Heavenly Tribulation Palace will definitely help the two of you, and get rid of this villain in the Central Plains Wulin." Wen Wuxin spoke, sounding upright and awe-inspiring. Liu Hongdian's sister, her experience is indeed worthy of sympathy. But there was one very interesting thing, but Xie Baiyi was kept in the dark. ——Liu Hongdian doesn't have a sister who is a nun. —He has no sister at all. But now he has a friend. An "old" friend who shared the same hatred with his enemy Qi and swore to kill Xuedao's prodigal son. Section VI quiet night. It was drizzling suddenly outside the window. Half a mile southwest of the North Pavilion, there is a very elegant villa. This is Wen Wuxin's house. In the hall, a red-haired old man wearing a high crown and a total of six jade rings on his ten fingers was already closed his eyes and meditating. The old man had criss-cross wrinkles on his face, and there was a three-inch-long scar on the right side of his neck. This was originally Wen Wuxin's home, but the red-haired old man seemed to be the master of the estate. Everyone in the manor was very respectful to him, just like a loyal hound seeing its master. Wen Wuwu was no exception. The red-haired old man sat on the most comfortable leopard-skin chair in the hall. But Wen Wuxin was only on his left. The red-haired old man pondered for a long time, then suddenly said: "Xie Baiyi really killed Wei Kongkong?" Wen Wuwu replied immediately: "Not bad." The red-haired old man said: "Have you found out about this matter? Wen Wuwu said: "The subordinates have sent someone to Wang Huzi to check." The red-haired old man's eyes lit up. "Which king beard?" "The owner of the Changsheng store at the entrance of the West Village." "What was found?" "After Xie Baiyi killed Wei Kongkong, he asked Yuhuzi to send someone to collect the body." "Wang Huzi knows Wei Kongkong?" "That's right," Wen Wuyi said: "And the people sent by my subordinates have also recognized that the person who was killed is indeed Wei Kongkong." The red-haired old man showed a satisfied look, and said slowly: "You did a great job on this." Wen Wuxin said: "This matter, the subordinates dare not take credit for it." The red-haired old man smiled and said, "Why are you so polite?" Wen Wuwu said: "Actually, the person who made Xie Baiyi furious is not me." "It's not you?" The red-haired old man said with a strange expression on his face, "It's not you, who is it?" Wen Wuwu said, "It's Gu Shixing." The red-haired old man let out an "oh" and said, "It turned out to be him." Wen Wuwu said: "It's all his fault, he really did a good job." The red-haired old man nodded slowly, and said: "I always think he is very good, but I didn't expect him to be very resourceful." Wen Wuwu said: "Although he also suffered a defeat later, it was all because another group of powerful enemies appeared in the restaurant." The red-haired old man said: "You mean Xu Qiaozhi, the owner of the Valley of Medicine, and that group of beggars?" Wen Wuwu said: "The power of these people should not be underestimated." The red-haired old man said coldly: "Xu Qiaozhi is as famous as Wei Kongkong and Longchengbi in Jianghu." He frowned, and continued: "Not only are they the three great heroes in the Jianghu, but they also have a deep relationship with each other." Wen Wuwu said: "We have killed Wei Kongkong, not only Longchengbi will not give up, Xu Qiaozhi will not just sit idly by." The red-haired old man said coldly: "Are you scared?" "No! The official master should not think that his subordinates are greedy for life and afraid of death." It turns out that this red-haired old man is the owner of Tianyou Palace, also known as Yan Yigu, the Heavenly Tribulation Demon Lord who is famous and discolored by everyone in the world! Section VII Thirty years ago, Yan Yigu was already one of the seven great demons in the world. Yan Yigu is the only one of the seven demons who caused chaos in the world in the past. Yan Yigu and Longhu Tianzun have always been sworn enemies. This time, Dragon and Tiger Tianzun was framed, resulting in the loss of martial arts, and it was all Yan Yigu's masterpiece. Wen Wuxin is Yan Yigu's most trusted confidant. In fact, Wen Wuwu was also very loyal to Yan Yigu. Yan Yigu sat on the big leopard leather chair again and meditated. After a long time, he suddenly asked Wen Wuwu: "Has Giant Fan betrayed us?" Wen Wuwu said: "This bastard is very angry because of Du Feie's matter. He is looking for Liu Hongdian everywhere to avenge Du Feizun." Yan Yigu sneered and said: "This son is brave but not resourceful, so there is nothing to worry about." Wen Wuwu said: "But Xuedao's prodigal son, Longchengbi, is an extremely difficult character." Yan Yigu said: "Even Wei Kongkong has been dealt with, so what else can Longchengbi do?" Wen Wuwu said: "It's just the two of them, Dragon and Tiger, where are they hiding?" Yan Yigu said: "They have lost their martial arts, so it's nothing to worry about, but we still have to kill them." Wen Wuwu said, "Naturally." Yan Yigu said: "Xie Baiyi is very good at swordsmanship, you can make him deal with Xuedao prodigal son, this strategy is indeed not common." Wen Wuwu said: "But my subordinates are still not at ease with him, so my subordinates spent another two hundred thousand taels of silver to hire Liu Hongdian, the burial boy, to help him." Yan Yigu pondered for a moment, and said: "Although it is not easy to take the life of Xuedao prodigal son, but the price of 200,000 taels is a bit too much." Wen Wuxin's expression changed, and he said, "The two hundred thousand taels were paid for by the subordinate's North Pavilion." Yan Yigu said: "Who will pay this bill?" Wen Wuwu hurriedly said: "This subordinate is able to have today's life, thanks to the secret support of the Palace Master, the two hundred thousand taels should be paid by this subordinate." Yan Yigu laughed. "I didn't expect you to be so generous. Very good, I will accept your kindness." Wen Wuxin was also laughing. But his smile was a little forced. Section VIII Dawn, foggy. The fog is thick and the wind is light. In Tianfeng Town, ten miles southwest of Chang'an City, there is an inn called Chang'an Tower. Although Chang'an Tower is not in Chang'an City, everyone in Chang'an City knows the owner of this inn. His name is Zeng Xiao. More than ten years ago, Zeng Xiao was considered a prominent figure in Chang'an City. In Chang'an, apart from the Nangong family, the Zeng family in the north of the city is almost the most wealthy family. It's a pity that this wealthy and powerful family suddenly fell into ruin one night fifteen years ago. Zeng Xiao lost a game of Pai Gow and ended up losing all the property of the Zeng family. The only thing left for him is the inn in Chang'an Building. Fifteen years ago, Zeng Xiao had never been to Chang'an Building. Although the scale of this inn is not too small, in his eyes, it is just a drop in the bucket. But since that gamble, he can only own this inn. Zeng Xiao almost wanted to hang himself, but he didn't. He still gritted his teeth and lived. He knew that he was too stupid to fall into the trap of others. But there was nothing he could do, this world was originally a world where the weak preyed on the strong. Zeng Xiao is definitely not a weak person, but someone who can eat up the Zeng family in one night is certainly not an ordinary person. For fifteen years, Zeng Xiao has been staying in the Chang'an Building, and has hardly left Tianling Town. Fortunately, the business of the inn is pretty good, and Zeng Xiao is still a modest owner until now. Thick fog floated on Zeng Xiao's face like catkins. There is no expression on Zeng's smiling face. In the past fifteen years, he has always been icy, no matter whether it is a man or a woman. What he was thinking in his heart was not easy for others to know. Others can only guess, but who can guess? There is some milky fog all around. Suddenly, another terrifying aura permeated the dense fog. It was a murderous aura, a murderous aura thicker than thick fog.