Jade Tiger Chapter 2: 　murderer

Among the three giants of Dafengtang, the famous "Golden Dragon Swordsman" Zhao Jian mysteriously lost his head on the day when his only son was overwhelmed.

Of course this is a sensational event. Even if you don't recognize him, people who haven't met Zhao Jian have at least heard his name.

He has friends, and of course enemies. Whether it is a friend or an enemy, he will be surprised and curious about this incident.

Some people who know this thing better, no matter where they go, they will be the target of being asked. The question that everyone wants to know most is: "Who is the murderer?"

No one knows this question, and no one dared to make rash judgments. Because if someone says something wrong, that person will probably lose his head in the middle of the night. Therefore, it is inevitable that there is a lot of discussion in the arena: "Zhao Jian is really dead, and he is really broken and cut off his head"

"It is absolutely true."

"When did he die?"

"On the day his son got married, March 27th."

"I heard that that day was an auspicious day for all things."

"It was indeed a good day."

"Of course you have to choose a good day to marry a wife, should you choose a good day for murder?"

"Everything is suitable for that day, suitable for marriage and murder"

"So the man who killed him has not been found out until now."

"It might not be easy to find this person."

"But there should always be some clues about the number of people in the Zhao family."

"It seems a little bit"

So some enthusiastic people began to want to find more clues for the people of the Zhao family to "Where did Zhao Jian die?"

"Just die in Hefeng Villa."

"There must be a lot of people who went to the Hefeng Villa for congratulations that day, why didn't anyone see it?"

"Because he died in his secret room."

"His secret room is really secret?"

"Absolutely secret, not even his own daughter knows it."

"Does anyone know?"

"I heard that there were only three people in his secret room except himself."

"The three people?"

"Sikong Xiaofeng, Shangguan Ren and his son."

"Is it possible that only these three people will kill him?"

"It's really hard for me to think of a fourth one."

"Why?"

"Zhao Jian is not an ordinary person. When he was less than twenty years old, he began to rush into the world with his sword."

"I also heard that when he was seventeen years old, he drew his sword and killed the "Changan Tiger" on Chang'an."

"From then on, in three years, he killed the "Guanzhong Qixiong" and "Yellow River Four Jiao", and also defeated Guanzhong's most famous swordsman Xiaodao Ren and Tao Zhongxiong."

"So, he is less than twenty years old, he is already famous all over the world."

"When he was less than 30 years old, he helped Yun Feiyang founded the Great Wind Hall. Think about it, a person like this would never get his head cut off casually?"

"I can't figure it out at all."

"You should be able to think of it. The person who cut his head must be someone who knows him very well, so he is unsuspecting this person."

"This person must also have a high martial arts skill, and his shots must be extremely fast."

"Huashan Medical Yin Lu Tong was also there at the time, and he also tested Zhao Erye's."

"What did he say?"

"The weapon he decided to kill Zhao Erye was definitely a sword, and the sword cut off Zhao Erye's head."

"Sikong Xiaofeng and Shangguanyi are both masters with swords."

"They are all first-class masters."

"Isn't Zhao Erye's son that Zhao Wuji who can take the knife for his friend at any time?"

"It's him!"

"Of course he will not be the murderer."

"Never."

"From your point of view, is the murderer Shangguan Blade? Or Sikong Xiaofeng?"

"I don't know."

"Guess what?"

"I dare not guess."

These discussions can be heard in public.

In the middle of the night, next to the small table and wine bottle in the private room under the melon scaffold in the small courtyard, there are some words that others can't hear.

"I heard that the most suspicious person is Sikong Xiaofeng."

"Why?"

Because he was originally the last person to come to Hefeng Villa, and he didn't arrive until the night of March 27. "

"The last person, there should be no suspicion."

"But then someone investigated it again. He had left Baoding on the 25th."

"Then he should be at Hefeng Villa on the 26th."

"It should be here in the afternoon at the latest."

"From the afternoon of the 26th to the evening of the 27th, where did he go in more than one day?"

"No one knows."

"That's why some people think he is most suspicious."

"Not bad."

"But I heard that on the afternoon of the 27th, only Shangguan Ren was always with Zhao Erye."

"So the suspicion of Shangguan Blade is not small."

"Where are the two of them?"

"To this day they are still in Hefeng Villa."

"Whoever leaves will be more suspicious. Of course, none of them will leave."

"Actually, it's the same whether they walk or not."

"Why?"

"Because they are both life and death friends of Zhao Erye, there is no reason to commit such a murderous hand. If there is no definite evidence, no one dares to doubt them."

"Is there any evidence to find out now?"

"Nothing."

Today is the fourth day of April. The "first seven" has passed.

Night.

It has been seven days since Zhao Wuji discovered his father's body.

It has been seven days, and Zhao Wuji has not shed tears, not even a single tear.

He has never drunk a drop of water, and of course he has never eaten a grain of rice.

His lips are chapped, and even his skin is chapped.

His eye sockets have sunken, and Jianba's ruddy face has become like a piece of white paper.

His whole body is stiff and numb.

When Bei saw this, everyone was scared, even Qianqian was scared.

Despite, no one can persuade him.

He can hear nothing, see nothing.

The most uncomfortable person is of course Wei Fengniang. She has been crying, but now even her tears have dried up.

In these seven days, everyone seldom spoke, everyone was looking for a clue to find out the real culprit.

Despite, they can't find it.

They searched every inch of Hefeng Villa, and they couldn't find a clue that could help them find out the real murderer.

No one dared to doubt Shangguan Blade, let alone Sikong Xiaofeng, but apart from them, no one was even suspicious at all.

If the murderer is another person, then the murderer must be a monster who can come and go without a trace.

Although everyone rarely speaks, they always say a few more or less.

Shangguan Blade didn't say a word.

Where did Zhao Jian go when he was killed?

He didn't explain, and no one dared to ask him to explain.

Later, no one knew that he was drunk at that time and fell drunk in the guest room arranged for him by Manager Jiang.

It was a five-room courtyard, and he and his entourage arranged to stay there.

It is Zhao Biao who is in charge of receiving them.

Zhao Biao is not only the home of the Zhao family, but also the distant relative of Zhao Erye.

Zhao Biao has confirmed that on March 27th, San Ye Shangguan has been sleeping in the house since dusk.

Although he rarely makes a sound when he is awake, he snores when he falls asleep when he is drunk. Many people have heard of his snoring.

Many people in the arena believe that Sikong Xiaofeng is able to live today, not because of his martial arts, but because of his self-cultivation.

His Neijia Jinquan and Cross Wisdom Sword have not really reached their peaks yet, but his self-cultivation skills are definitely the best in the world. Although these are somewhat ridiculous, they are also facts.

It’s just that everyone seems to have forgotten that if a person does not practice qigong at home, how can he have such a good self-cultivation?

He knows that the people at Hefeng Villa will inevitably have some doubts about him, because he has indeed arrived on March 26.

The despicable thing is that he never showed any uneasiness in his attitude, let alone defended himself.

He came a day early for another thing.

It's definitely a secret, and it must not be let anyone know.

In the past few days, he is as calm and calm as usual, because he knows that in this situation someone must remain calm to keep the situation from becoming too messy.

No matter what the situation, he will never forget what he should do.

He tried his best to arrange the funeral of Zhao Jian and persuade the children of Dafengtang. He believed that the truth of this matter would always come to light sooner or later.

No matter what others say, no one can deny that he does have the power to stabilize people.

So Dafengtang can never lack him.

The "first seven" have passed, and the group of Dafengtang children who stayed behind to guard the spirits have all returned to their original posts.

Although Zhao Jian is a pillar of Dafengtang, Dafengtang must not collapse completely because this pillar is broken.

It is like a well-designed sturdy building. Although it lacks a pillar, it still stands still and can still stand up to wind and rain.

Sikong Xiaofeng has made his children understand this, and he hopes that everyone can turn grief and anger into strength!

In the mourning hall located in the hall, there are not many people left except the Zhao family.

Shangguan Blade suddenly stood up and said: "Ouyang is waiting for me."

After saying this, he strode out.

This sentence has only five words, and no one understands his meaning except Sikong Xiaofeng.

Despite, as long as one person understands it is enough.

If you can say what you mean in only five words, Shangguan Ren would never say six words.

Qianqian watched him go out and couldn't help asking: "Did he just leave like this?"

Sikong Xiaofeng said: "He has to go?"

Qianqiandao: "Why?"

Sikong Xiaofeng said: "Because he and Ouyang made an appointment to meet."

Qianqiandao: "Who is Ouyang?"

Sikong Jingfeng said: "It is Ouyang Pingan."

Ouyang Pingan is the head of the 18 joint escorts in the Central Plains. They have already planned to ally with Dafengtang.

This time Ouyang Ping'an and Shangguan'an discussed it, and this must be the case.

Qianqian didn't ask any more. She had also vaguely heard about this, and Dafengtang really needed a strong ally.

Since they knew that Pilitang had formed a family relationship with Tang Sect in the game, they hoped that this covenant could be signed as soon as possible.

The unique firearms of Pilitang are already terrifying enough, and now the addition of the concealed poison weapon and their unique concealed weapon techniques of Tangmenwei Town in the middle of Sichuan for 160 years, it is undoubtedly even more powerful.

This has always been a hidden worry in Sikong Xiaofeng's heart. He only hoped that Ouyang Ping An would not change the original plan because of this incident.

There was a faint sound of horseshoes outside, and Shangguan Blade had apparently left Hefeng Villa with his entourage.

As the cry went away, the mourning hall seemed more silent.

Zhao Wuji still knelt in front of his father's spiritual position, his chapped lips were bleeding.

Sikong Xiaofeng said slowly: "Everything here has been arranged, and I will leave after another rainy day."

Of course he will leave sooner or later.

Yun Feiyang was still in the customs period, and Zhao Jian suddenly died, and Dafengtang could not lack him.

Qianqian lowered his head, trying to say something, and held back.

She didn't dare to talk casually, as long as one sentence was wrong, they were likely to be ruined.

Despite, she is really scared in her heart. Her father died and her brother became like this again, but Hefeng Villa must be maintained.

This golden burden has undoubtedly fallen on her.

What will she do?

Sikong Xiaofeng looked at her, as if he had seen her mind, and said softly: "I know you are a very strong girl, but we are really worried about him."

Of course he is worried about Zhao Wuji.

Everyone is worried about Zhao Wuji, but hopes that he can stand up and stand up.

No one knows when he can stand up.

Suddenly heard a heavy footstep in the quiet hall, Qianqian didn't need to look back to know that it was Jiang.

His breathing is rapid, his face flushed with excitement, and he hurried in from outside with a wine bottle in his hand.

Is he drunk again?

No.

What's in the cup is not wine, but dust.

Lao Jiang gasped and said, "I found this in the guest room where the third master of Shangguan lived."

He explained again; "As soon as the third master of Shangguan leaves, I will take someone to clean the house.

Of course "cleaning" is just an excuse.

Shangguan Blade was also suspected, but when he was there, no one dared to search the house.

Sikong Xiaofeng said: "What exactly did you find?"

Old **** said: "I'm just about to invite you, uncle, for sure."

There is only a shallow half cup of brownish-yellow powder in the cup, like mud scraped from the ground.

It's because this half cup of soil has a peculiar aroma.

Sikong Xiaofeng picked up a handful of it with two fingers, placed it on the palm of his hand, slowly rubbed it with his fingers, and then got close to his nose and sniffed.

An extremely strange expression immediately appeared on his face.

Old Jiang said: "The deacon at the banquet, Old Chen, has the best nose. I have told him to smell it. He said that there is not only lime, but also musk and dragon horn."

Sikong Xiaofeng nodded slowly.

He can't help but admit that Old Chen's nose is really good, and there are indeed musk dragon horns and lime in the soil.

Old Jiang said: "This is what I scraped with a knife from under the table in the bedroom of the third master of Shangguan."

The corners of his eyes seemed to be jumping, and his hands were shaking! "Not only on the ground, but also in the seams of the table, I... I can't figure out the use of Sanye Shangguan asking for these things?"

He even trembles in his voice because he knows what these things are for.

Musk and dragon horn are both very precious spices, which can be used not only as medicine but also as a preservative.

Lime is a very common desiccant.

In Shangguan Blade Room, there is something that needs to be prevented from decay and kept dry.

Zhao Jian's coffin also contains these three things to keep his body intact and dry.

It's that his head is not in the coffin.

Who holds his head?

Does that person also use these three things to preserve his head?

Think about these problems together, and it becomes a terrible problem.

There are these things in Shangguan's room, is it to save Zhao Jian's head?

Is he the murderer who killed Zhao Jian?

Until now, no one has been sure about this, and they dare not even say it!

The despicable thing is that Qianqian's face is completely bloodless, and the whole body has begun to tremble constantly.

Even Sikong Xiaofeng's face changed.

He forced himself to remain calm, and asked in a deep voice: "Who saw the third master of Shangguan sleeping in the house that day"

Old Jiang said: "It's Zhao Biao."

Sikong Xiaofeng said: "Go find him for ten"

Jing Jiang said, "I have sent someone to find him!"

He has sent out twelve people, and the twelve are all good players in the family of Zhao's family!

Now they have come back to take their lives.

"Where are Zhao Biao's people?"

"Just outside!"

"Call him in!"

"He can no longer walk in by himself!"

"Then carry him in."

The four people used the door panels to lift Zhao Piao up. Although Lao Jiang had been with him for many years, he could hardly recognize him as Zhao Biao now.

His whole body has become black and swollen, his face has become darker and swollen, and his facial features have been distorted.

He was still gasping when he came in, and when he saw Sikong Xiaofeng, he immediately died.

"Who killed him?"

"I don't know, he has a hidden weapon in his chest. It didn't seem to be anything a while ago. I didn't expect it to be like this all of a sudden!"

The eyes of the people who carried him in were terrified!

Such a terrible change, although they saw it with their own eyes, they still couldn't believe it.

Sikong Xiaofeng said solemnly: "Go and find a knife."

Some people have daggers in their boots.

Sikong Xiaofeng pierced the clothes on Zhao Biao's chest with the tip of a knife, and saw a small, thorn-like hidden weapon on his left. Although there was no blood in the wound, it was black and rotten. .

Old **** gasped and lost his voice: "Very poisonous hidden weapon."

Sikong Xiaofeng looked at the knife in his hand, the blade was only a little bit of pus on the wound, and now it has turned black.

His face is heavier.

In the whole world, there is only one hidden weapon with such terrible poison on it.

Qianqian bit his lip, his lips have been bitten and bleeding: "This is the poisonous disease of the Tang family in Shuzhong?"

Sikong Xiaofeng nodded slowly, and said: "Yes, this is the unique hidden weapon of the Tang Sect. See the poisonous disease in the throat!"

Everyone's face changed.

The Tang Sect in the middle of Sichuan has already become relatives with Pilitang. How come the people of the Tang family have gotten into the Hefeng Villa!

This is terrible.

A young boy who came in carrying the door panel seemed to want to talk, but he didn't dare to talk nonsense?

Sikong Xiaofeng has noticed his look and immediately said: "What do you want to say?"

The young man hesitated and said: "There is something the villain doesn't know whether to say it or not."

Sikong Xiaofeng said: "You said."

The young Ding hesitated for a long time before plucking up the courage, and said: "In the entourage brought by the third master of Shangguan, it seems that someone is from the middle of Sichuan, Sichuan!"

Sikong Xiaofeng moved, "How do you know?"

The young man said: "Because the young mother is from Shu, the villain can also speak a few Sichuan dialects. Yesterday I accidentally heard that the entourage of the third master of Shangguan speaks Sichuan dialect."

He thought about it, and then said: "Moreover, in order to commemorate Zhuge Wuhou, people in Sichuan usually like to wrap a piece of white cloth on their head. When that person sleeps at night, he always puts a piece of white cloth on his head. I originally wanted to talk to him in Sichuan dialect, but he didn't even admit that he was a Sichuanese in his death. Later, I almost turned my face against me."

Old Jiang continued: "Among the entourage that the third master Shangguan brought this time, there is indeed someone I have never seen before. I originally wanted to ask when he followed the third master Shangguan? But I I also know the temper of Shangguan Sanye, but I dare not ask."

Of course you don’t have to ask anything now.

All the evidence has already indicated who the murderer is.

Shangguan Ren bought Zhao Biao and gave false testimony on his behalf. He was afraid that Zhao Biao's mouth would be unstable, so he asked him, his entourage from central Sichuan, to kill Zhao Biao.

Bian is a disciple of Tang Sect in the middle of Sichuan. He has always been very proud. How can he be a follower of Shangguan Blade!

There must be a bigger conspiracy.

"Could it be that Shangguan Blade has contacted Tang Sect in Shuzhong and Pilitang?"

"He killed Zhao Jian, was it to please them?"

Not only are people afraid to talk about these issues, they can't even think about them.

Sikong Xiaofeng's fists clenched, and cold sweat came out of his palms.

At this moment, Zhao Wuji, who had been kneeling on the ground, suddenly jumped up and rushed out.

Shangguanbao Zhao Wuji was stiff and numb all over. He has completely collapsed and is on the verge of collapse.

The strange thing is that instead, his heart has become transparent and ethereal, and his reaction has become more acute than usual. No matter how many sounds, it sounds like thunder in his ears!

The voice of everyone talking, in his Delai, seems to be screaming in his ears.

Maybe it's just because he is empty and has become fragile like porcelain.

Despite that he has not lost his judgment.

Why is a person's thinking more sensitive when his physical strength is weakest? He had judged who the murderer was. He jumped up and rushed out. No one stopped him, only Sikong Xiaofeng.

Sikong Xiaofeng only stretched out his hand for a slight block, and he already fell down.

The last point of his potential aroused by hatred is now exhausted.

Now, even a child can easily knock him down, Sikong Xiaofeng said: "I know where you are going, I didn't want to stop you, because I want to go too."

Zhao Wuji's eyes were bloodshot, and he looked like a wounded beast.

Sikong Xiaofeng said, "But you must not go now, I can't let you go to die"

Qianqian's eyes turned red, and she said loudly: "But we must go, must we go?"

Sigong Xiaofeng said, "Shangguan's blade yin bird is deep, and his subordinates have raised dead men who can work for him at any time, plus the hidden weapons of the Tang Sect in Shu, even if we want to go, we can’t just go. ."

Qianqiandao: "How can we go?"

Sikong Xiaofeng said, "You have to wait until you have a certainty of hitting a hit before you can go!"

He sighed and said: "If he misses a hit and makes him retreat, we are afraid that we will never have a second chance in the future."

He was telling the truth.

But the subordinates of Hefeng Villa refused to accept it.

For a while, under the leadership of Jiang, one hundred and thirty-six family members have gathered in the courtyard in front of the mourning hall. Everyone has prepared a strong bow, a crossbow, a long spear and a sharp knife.

Among these one hundred and thirty-six people, at least half have practiced martial arts for more than ten years.

Old Jiang knelt down in front of Sikong Xiaofeng, and touched the ground with his head, causing blood to flow out.

His face was bleeding, and he couldn't help begging, only begging Sikong Xiaofeng to let them get revenge.

Of course, Sikong Xiaofeng can see that no one can change their minds anymore.

He had always disapproved of violence.

Science uses violence to control violence, and blood for blood, even he can't oppose it.

He can only agree: "Okay, you go, I will accompany you, but Zhao Wuji"

Lao Mei rushed and said: "Young Master also has to go. We have prepared a pot of ginseng soup for Young Master, a big car, and his physical strength will definitely be restored before he arrives at Shangguan Fort."

Zhao Wuji never drinks ginseng soup, but now he must force himself to drink it.

He must regain his strength. He must kill his father's enemy by hand.

It's a pity that he has forgotten one thing, even when his physical strength is at its peak, he is by no means an opponent of Shangguan Blade.

Sikong Xiaofeng did not forget this.

No one knows Shangguan Blade's swordsmanship, martial arts, the viciousness of his shots, and the accuracy of his judgment better than him.

They have fought side by side since they were young, and on average 30 times a year.

Before the establishment of Dafengtang, they had already experienced at least two hundred battles.

He has seen Shangguan Blade pierce the enemy's throat with his own eyes on countless times, each time it is absolutely fatal, and he rarely misses it.

One time when they dealt with the Kanto Seven Swords, the opponent of Shangguan Blade was Cao Xun, the famous "Lightning Quick Sword" in the martial arts at that time. He was injured in seven places at the beginning, and one sword even pierced him. scapular.

Despite, Cao Xun died in his hands in the end, he pierced Cao Xun's throat with a sword before he fell. This is the real scariest thing about him.

He can almost endure pain like a lizard in the desert, and he has almost the endurance of a camel.

One time, his ribs were broken by six. When others were bandaging him, even the mattress was soaked with cold sweat from his pain, but he didn't even hum.

At that time, Yun Feiyang was reading a book beside him, and once said that everyone could not disagree: "No matter who has an opponent like Shangguan Blade, he must not sleep at night."

This sentence Sikong Xiaofeng has never forgotten.

Yun Feiyang's opinion of him, of course he shouldn't forget.

"If Sikong Xiaofeng wants to come to me for a fight one day, I will run away as soon as he comes."

Someone asked: "Why?"

"Because he will never fight an insecure fight," Yun Feiyang said, "As long as he comes, it means that he must be sure of winning!"

Yun Feiyang is a brilliant and amazing talent, and of course he is also very knowledgeable.

Of course he would never misread his friends.

In his life, Sikong Xiaofeng has never done anything unsure.

This time, did he also have a certainty of victory.

Old **** is also in the carriage.

Years of rheumatism prevented him from walking long distances or riding horses.

The carriage is very large and there is enough space for all four of them to sit comfortably.

The despicable thing is that he is not comfortable sitting, in fact, he is almost standing there.

He has always understood what his identity is. Even though his young master has long regarded him as a family member, he has never surpassed the rules he has kept for many years.

For this, Sikong Xiaofeng has always appreciated it. He hates the most unruly people in his life.

So they didn’t ask Jiang to sit more comfortably, they just asked: "What method should we use to enter Shangguan Fort? What method should we use to deal with Shangguan Blade? Do you have a plan?"

Old **** said: "Yes."

Sikong Xiaofeng said: "Why don't you say?"

Old **** said: "Because the uncle has not asked yet."

Sikong Xiaofeng said: "I have asked now, right?"

Old **** said: "Yes."

He was silent for a long time, and after thinking about the plan he had already thought through, he determined that there weren't too many loopholes in the plan.

Then he dared to speak out.

Shangguan Blade is solitary and severe. Of course, the Shangguan Fortress under his control is strictly guarded, and no outsiders are allowed to take a step.

Fortunately, Sikong Xiaofeng is not an outsider.

Old **** said: "So if we want to enter safely, you must come forward. Now Shangguan Blade still doesn't know if his secret has been exposed. Not only will he dare not stop it, but he will definitely open the fort. Door, come out to greet you personally."

He has estimated that there are more than 300 males in Shangguan Fort. Almost everyone has practiced martial arts, including a group of dead men who have been trained for a long time and can work for him at any time.

Old Jiang said: "This time we only came to 136 people. The enemy is few and we are few. We are probably not their opponents."

Sikong Xiaofeng agreed.

The old wife said: "But if Shangguan Ren came out in person, there would not be too many people with him."

Sikong Xiaofeng said: "You are ready to do it right then."

The old wife said: "Catch the thief first, capture the king first. As long as we can stop Shangguan's blade first, his subordinates will definitely not dare to act rashly"

Sikong Xiaofeng said: "Who is sure and can stop him?"

The old wife said: "If the young master makes a head-on shot, you and the second lady flanks on both sides, and then I lead a team to isolate him from his entourage, it will not be difficult to hit him in one shot?"

Sikong Xiaofeng said: "What if he doesn't come out?"

Old **** said: "Then we have to rush in. Fight with them."

Sikong Xiaofeng said: "How do you spell it?"

Old **** said: "Use our lives to fight."

He clenched his hands: "Although they have many people, they may not all be willing to fight us hard."

"Desperately", this method, no matter when or where it is used, is one of the most terrifying strategies, and it is usually very effective.

Sikong Xiaofeng sighed and said, "This is the end of the matter. It seems that we can only use this method."

Despite this method, they didn't use it, because they didn't have the opportunity to use it at all.

At this moment, they had seen a flame burning in the distance, burning half of the sky red.

The place where the fire started seems to be Shangguanbao.

When they got there, Shangguan Fort had been burnt to a scorched earth, and even a single figure could not be seen.

There was no skeleton in the fire, and no clue was left. Shangguan blade and his subordinates, men, women and children, a total of more than 400 people, disappeared like this, as if they had completely disappeared from the ground. same.

This thing was done viciously and carefully. Looking at the world, no one can match it.

"This man's despicable, shameless, sinister and vicious, has made people feel that they must admire him, and they must be afraid of him!"

This is Sikong Xiaofeng's final conclusion to Shangguan Blade.

Zhao Wuji never forgets this sentence.

In addition to having all the virtues of a good wife and mother, Wei Fengniang has a good habit.

Every day before going to bed, she will write down the major events that happened on that day and her own thoughts for future reference.

She has had this habit since she was very young, and even when she was most sad, she never left a day.

Of course, she also wrote down what happened in the past few days. Although she remembers a bit messy, her views on Zhao Wuji and certain things are invisible to others.

The fourth day of April, sunny.

It's really unexpected that the murderer who killed the old man would be the official sword.

I always thought that his friendship with the old man was better than others, until that afternoon, when the two of them were drinking in the garden, I still had this idea.

It's just that I also thought something very strange that day.

From the window of the small upstairs where I live, you can just see the pavilion where they drink.

I saw Shangguan Blade with my own eyes that day as if to kneel down and kowtow to the old man, but he was caught by him.

The rules between their brothers are already very big, and it is not very special that the third brother kowtows to the second brother.

In addition, I was thinking about Zhao Wuji that day, and then the tragedy happened again, so I also forgot about it.

Because I think about it now, only to realize that there must be a very special reason between that prayer.

Is it because the old man found out some shady secret of Shangguan Blade, so he bowed his head to apologize to the old man?

Although the old man had forgiven him, he was still worried, so he simply killed the old man.

Thousands of Zhao Wuji have already followed Uncle Sikong to Shangguanbao, and he has not returned yet.

When he left, he didn't even look at me, but I didn't hate him.

I know his mood, my heart, and it's messed up.

I know I will not be able to sleep tonight.

Fifth day of April, sunny.

Zhao Wuji and the others came back early this morning. Everyone looked very anxious and their faces were very ugly.

Later, I learned that when they got there, Shangguan Fort had been burnt to the scorched earth, and Shangguan Blade had already escaped.

He has always done things carefully and carefully. Of course, he has already considered that his secret will be discovered sooner or later, and he has been prepared, otherwise, even if he can escape, he will not be able to take away all his subordinates.

When so many people walk on the road, it must be very noticeable, and there will be more or less traces left behind.

Uncle Sikong thought of this and had already sent people to chase after him in four ways.

Because I think this tracking will definitely not produce any results, because Shangguan Blade must have thought of this, and he will definitely reduce his subordinates into disguise.

Zhao Wuji still didn't say a word to me today, and I still don't blame him.

Anyway, I have entered the door of the Zhao family. I am already a member of the Zhao family. No matter how long he wants me to wait, I have no complaints.

I wish I could cook his favorite shredded chicken and simmered pig's feet and give it to him personally.

Despite, I also know that I can't do this.

This is a big family. I must be very careful in every move and never let others talk.

I just hope he can take care of himself.

The sixth day of April, overcast.

Until now, there is still no news of the official sword, and everyone's emotions are even more anxious.

The strange thing is that Zhao Wuji appears to be more calm than the previous few days, and he eats a big bowl and a big bowl every day.

I have been paying attention to him since the minibus. Of course, I know his temper very well. He suddenly became like this. It must be because he has made up his mind to do something.

Although he didn't say it himself, it's just that I believe he must go to the official blade himself to avenge the old man.

Ba to get revenge on his own strength is not only too dangerous, but also very hopeless.

He is a temper like him. If he has made up his mind to do something, who can persuade him?

I only hope that he can come in and meet me, tell me when he is going to leave, so that I can tell him, no matter where he goes, no matter how long he goes, I will wait for him.

Ba Suan wants me to wait for a lifetime, and I am willing.

On the seventh day of April, overcast.

Of the four groups of people who went out to track, two of them have already come back, and they didn't even have any results.

Where did Shangguan Blade hide? Where can they hide?

I thought of a place, but I dare not say it.

The relationship between this matter is too great, I will never talk nonsense.

I hope that Zhao Wuji will not think of this place, because if he finds it, he will never come back.

After dark, it started to rain outside, which made my mind even more confused.

Zhao Wuji, why don't you come and look at me, do you know how much I want to talk to you?

I just wrote here yesterday, when someone knocked on the door outside, I stopped.

I added this paragraph today, because after Zhao Wuji left last night, I couldn't hold the pen anymore.

Of course it was Zhao Wuji who came to see me that night.

I saw him, I was so happy and uncomfortable.

I am happy that he finally came to see me, but sadly, I have guessed that he is here to say goodbye to me.

I didn't guess wrong as expected.

He said that he was going to go to find Shangguan Blade, even if he searched all over the world, he would also find Shangguan Blade to avenge the old man.

He said he was leaving after seeing me. He didn't tell anyone other than me, and he didn't even know about it.

I didn't want to cry in front of him, but as soon as he heard these words, my tears couldn't help but shed.

He only told me about this. When he left, he only came to say goodbye to me. This means that he still has me in his heart, but why he refused to take me away.

Actually, I also know that he can't take me away. He has a long way to go, and I can't drag him down.

It's me but I can't help but feel uncomfortable.

I can't bear to let him go, and I can't stop letting him go.

If I don't let him avenge his father, wouldn't I become a sinner of the Zhao family? How can I have the face to see the old man under Jiuquan in the future?

When he saw me crying, he comforted me, saying that he has been practicing hard these years and is already confident of his martial arts, and he is ready to go out this time?

He was really prepared. Not only did he bring a lot of travel expenses, he also wrote down all the friends who had friendship with the old man everywhere.

He also remembered Dafengtang's sub-rudder in various places, so he wanted me to rest assured that he would never fail to take care of it outside.

I really want to tell him how much I wish I could be by his side and let me take care of him by myself.

I didn't say anything, I didn't want him to go outside, and I would feel uncomfortable because of thinking about me.

I would rather cry here alone.

Today is the seventh day of April, the rain has stopped, and the weather suddenly becomes very hot, just like summer.

I only learned this morning that Sikong Xiaofeng left last night. After he left, Zhao Wuji left.

When it first broke, several groups of people had already gone out to find Zhao Wuji. I hope they can find him back, and I hope they can't find him and let him do what he should do.

Anyway, I am determined not to cry in the room anymore. I must cheer up and help Qianqianlai as a housekeeper, because this is also my own home.

I want to let the old man Zai Tian Zhi Ling know that I am a good wife of the Zhao family.

People who live on the shelf night. The night rain is like silk. The cold rain struck Zhao Wuji's face like a whip, but it couldn't extinguish the fire in his heart.

Because of the burning anger of hatred, even Feng Niang’s tears could not be extinguished. What's more, he kept beating horses and running wildly because of this little rain. It was not because he had a definite destination and was eager to ask for it. He rushed there, just because he wanted to stay away from Feng Niang's tender and tearful eye. He can't let anyone's eyes touch his determination.

The night was deep, and a light suddenly appeared on the dark road. In this cold rainy night, how could there be pedestrians on the road? Zhao Wuji didn't think about it or watch it. He didn't want to care about other people's affairs at all. Who knew that this person was blocking his way.

The healthy horse he sat on hissed, and the people stood up, almost kicking him off the horse.

He was already angry, but he couldn't be angry because the person who stopped him was just a child.

A child wearing a red dress with soaring braids, holding an oiled paper umbrella in his left hand and a sky lantern in his right hand, is watching him grinning. There was a small nest on one side of his face when he smiled.

How can you be angry with such a kid? But for such a child, why is he still walking on the road in the middle of the night?

Zhao Wuji stopped his horse first, and then asked: "Why are you still not letting go? Don't you be afraid that this horse will kill you?"

The child shook his head, and the soaring braid tied with a silk rope shook it around, like a clay doll. Zhao Wuji liked children from the beginning, and this child is also very likable. But he was too courageous, he was not as big as a child anymore.

Zhao Wuji said: "Are you really afraid?"

The kid said: "I'm just afraid that this horse was accidentally trampled to death by me, and I can't afford it."

Zhao Wuji smiled, held back his smile, scowled, and said coldly: "Aren't you afraid that your parents are waiting at home in a hurry?"

The kid said: "I don't have a father, and I don't have a mother."

Zhao Wuji said: "No matter what, you should go home now."

The kid said: "I just came out of the house."

Zhao Wuji said: "It's so late, what are you doing out there?"

The child said: "Come out to find you."

Although every sentence the kid said was surprising, the most surprising one was still this one.

Zhao Wuji said: "Are you looking for me?"

The child said: "Yes."

Zhao Wuji said: "Do you know who I am?"

The child said: "Of course I know that your surname is Zhao, and your name is Zhao Wuji. You are the eldest master of Zhao Erye in Dafengtang"

Zhao Wuji was stunned. The child rolled his eyes and smiled again: "But you must not know who I am."

Zhao Wuji did not know that he had never seen a child like this before.

He only asked: "Who are you?"

The child said: "I am a child."

Zhao Wuji said: "I know you are a child."

The child said: "Now that you know, what else do you ask?"

Zhao Wuji said: "Ask your name."

The child sighed and said: "I don't even have a mom or dad, so how come I have a name?"

Zhao Wuji couldn't help sighing in his heart, and then asked: "Who else is in your family?"

The child said: "In addition to my master, there is another guest."

Zhao Wuji said: "Who is your master?"

The child said: "If I tell you, you won't recognize it"

Zhao Wuji said: "He doesn't recognize me, why did he ask you to come to me for?"

The child said: "Who said he called me?"

Zhao Wuji said: "It's not him, is it the guest?"

The child sighed again and said: "I thought you would never guess it. I didn't expect you to be smart."

Zhao Wuji said: "Your guest, is it Sagong Xiaofeng."

The child clapped his hands and laughed: "You are getting smarter and smarter. If this continues, maybe one day I will become as smart as I am."

Zhao Wuji only smiled bitterly.

The child asked again: "Are you going?"

How could Zhao Wuji not go? Since Sikong Xiaofeng has found him, he can't hide.

"Where is your home?"

The child pointed at the sparse forest beside the road.

"It's there."

The drizzle is like silk, and the rain is like a curtain. The sparse forest seems to be behind a bead curtain.

So you must walk in to see the lights in those two windows.

If there is light, there are people.

The two windows are not big, and of course the house is not big. It was originally a small family.

Why did Sikong Xiaofeng come here?

Zhao Wuji couldn't help asking: "Why did your master build the house here?"

The child said: "There is a house here, why can't I see a house here"

Zhao Wuji said: "Isn't that what the house is?"

The child shook his head, sighed, and said: "Why are you stupid again, how can you not even recognize a carriage?"

Zhao Wuji was startled again.

The despicable thing is that he has finally discovered that there are still four wheels under the "house".

If it is a house, of course it cannot be regarded as a big house, if it is a carriage, it is a big carriage.

That is really a carriage.

Zhao Wuji had never seen such a big carriage, it was like a small house.

The child asked: "Have you ever lived in a carriage."

Zhao Wuji said: "No."

The child said, "That's why you didn't know that living in a carriage is much more fun than living in a house."

Zhao Wuji said, "What's so interesting?"

The child said, "Can the house run around?"

Zhao Wuji said, "No."

The child said, "But the carriage can be fired everywhere. Today is in Hedong, and tomorrow will be in Hexi. It seems like there are our homes everywhere!"

Zhao Wuji said, "You always regard this carriage as a writer?"

The child nodded, and hadn't spoken yet, someone in the carriage was already asking.

"Is Zhao Wuji coming?"

Of course this is the voice of Sikong Xiaofeng!

The large carriage is divided into two layers by a purple-red curtain. Behind the curtain must be the owner's bedroom.

Outside there is a couch, a table, a short, and a few red sandalwood chairs. A few famous calligraphy and paintings, a few exquisite antiques, a stool, a burning incense, and a game of chess.

Everything is obviously carefully designed and placed in the most coincident place.

Every inch of the place is well used, and even the most picky people can't find a thing wrong.

Recumbent on the couch, is a middle-aged man with white sideburns, neatly groomed, well-dressed, and his handsome face always has a gentle smile.

Anyone should see that he must have been a man very popular with girls before.

If it wasn't for his back, he must be very popular with girls now.

It's because he has a bracket made of pure aluminum on his back. His person seems to be supported by this shelf. Without this shelf, his whole person will become fragmented.

Whoever sees him for the first time will feel a strange feeling in his heart.

It feels like the first time you see a person suffering under a stick.

It's just that the torture suffered by others will pass soon, but he has to endure it for a lifetime.

Zhao Wuji only glanced at this man.

Because he no longer wants to see the second glance, he can't bear to see it again.

Sikong Xiaofeng sat on a red sandalwood chair opposite the car door, smiled and said, "You finally came!"

Zhao Wuji did not ask him!

"How do you know I will come?"

This person always seems to know something he shouldn't know.

Sikong Xiaofeng said: "I wanted to pick you up by myself, but me"

Zhao Wuji interrupted him suddenly and said: "But you are afraid of rain."

Sikong Xiaofeng looked surprised: "How do you know!"

Zhao Wuji said: "I know, the three things you are most afraid of are picking dung and playing chess in the rain."

Sikong Xiaofeng laughed.

Zhao Wuji said: "I have never understood, why are you afraid of playing chess?"

Sikong Xiaofeng said: "Because playing chess not only requires carefulness, but also is too sad."

A person like him, of course, does not want to waste his mind on such things as chess.

There are still many things in this world that require his heart to grieve. Many things are more important than playing chess!

The owner on the couch suddenly smiled and said: "A waste person like me who wanders everywhere, I am not afraid of heartbreaking!"

Although his smile is gentle, but with an indescribable loneliness; "I'm afraid no one will play chess with me."

Slanting wind and drizzle outside the window, a few half-games!

Has he been living in such days, always carrying the shelf on his back?

Although Zhao Wuji has always pretended not to see his pain, he did not pretend to be good enough.

The host smiled again and said: "Of course I am also very afraid of my terrible shelf, but it is a pity that I can't live without it."

Zhao Wuji can no longer pretend not to hear, and can't help but ask: "Why?"

The master said: "Because I have a deadly dorsal vertebra on my back, which has been completely broken. Without this deadly frame, I will become like mud in the beach!"

He smiled and said again: "So even I am very strange, I can still live to this day."

Zhao Wuji suddenly felt that his back was also cold, from the back to the soles of the feet.

Although he can’t understand how painful this person is enduring, a person who knows that he’s going to live on a shelf for the rest of his life can actually smile from time to time. That’s what makes him unable to Don't admire.

The master seems to have seen what he is thinking about, and said: "But you don't need to admire me. In fact, everyone has such a shelf on them, but you can't see it."

He stared at Zhao Wuji, like a connoisseur looking at a piece of exquisite porcelain: "Even yourself."

Zhao Wuji didn't understand: "Me too?"

The master said: "You are also a patient, you also have a stand on your body, so you didn't fall down."

Zhao Wuji obviously still didn't understand what he meant, so he could only keep silent and wait for him to speak.

The master said: "You wear heavy filial piety, which means that someone close to you must have passed away recently."

Zhao Wuji was sad.

Thinking of his father's death makes his heart sting, and the pain is almost unbearable.

The master said: "Your face is pale and haggard, and your eyes are bloodshot, which means that your heart is not only sad, but also full of hatred."

He sighed and said again: "Sadness and hatred are diseases. You are already very sick."

Zhao Wuji admitted.

The master said: "Until now you have not fallen down, just because you want revenge, so you can't fall down."

Zhao Wuji clenched his fist and said, "You are not mistaken!"

The master said: "The idea of ​​revenge is your shelf. Without this shelf, you would have already collapsed!"

Now Zhao Wuji has finally understood what he meant.

Although this man's ideas are peculiar, they contain a thought-provoking philosophy. It is irrefutable.

Although his ** is crippled, his thoughts are far more sound and agile than most people.

Zhao Wuji couldn't help but want to ask!

"What kind of person is this person?"

He has not asked, Sikong Xiaofeng has smiled and said: "This person is a weird person."

Why is he a weird person?

Sikong Xiaofeng said: "I saw him earn a penny from the end, but he lived the same life as a prince."

Zhao Wuji could see this.

Every piece of furnishings and antiques in this carriage is worth more than a thousand dollars. The clothes he wears are noble in style and material.

Of course there are some things that Zhao Wuji can't see.

Sikong Xiaofeng said: "Although he himself lives in a carriage, there are at least thirty people waiting for his instructions within 500 steps of the carriage, including four who can't even invite the royal chefs of the palace. Good cook: and the four horsemen who used to raise horses for the generals on the expedition to the Western Regions!"

The host smiled slightly and said: "Not four, but six."

There is no pride in his smile and no boasting meaning.

He said this just to correct a little mistake of others.

Sikong Xiaofeng said: "The carriage and wheels of this carriage are specially refined. They are much stronger than ordinary houses, so the weight is inevitably heavier. Although the eight horses pulling the carriage are all good horses, they are anxious. After driving three to five hundred miles, we still have to change it once."

Zhao Wuji couldn't help but ask: "How to change"

Sikong Xiaofeng said: "As long as it is where he often goes, every three to five hundred miles, there is one of his horse changing stations."

He sighed and said, "According to my estimation, he has at least 800 horses, and he is a good horse out of a thousand."

It's almost a myth that one person raises 800 horses.

But Sikong Xiaofeng said it very seriously, and Zhao Wuji also knew that he was definitely not a person who would boast and exaggerate.

Sikong Xiaofeng said: "Just to maintain these 30 entourages and 800 horses, his monthly expenditure must be at least 5,000 taels!"

Zhao Wuji said: "But you never saw him earn a penny."

Sikong Xiaofeng said: "He doesn't even have possessions for an acre of land."

Zhao Wuji said: "Maybe he has opened a lot of pawnshops, and pawnshops have always been a profitable business."

The master sighed suddenly and said: "Do you think of me as a businessman? Do I look so tacky!"

Zhao Wuji has to admit that this man does not seem to be a businessman, and he is not tacky at all.

Sikong Xiaofeng said: "Although he is inconvenient to move, he can't even kill a fly, but people who are rude to him will often die suddenly the next day for no reason."

The master sighed and said: "A person who bears the heart to bully the disabled will always give him bad luck!"

Sikong Xiaofeng said: "I have never been able to figure out whether it was God or himself that brought bad luck to those people?"

He laughed arrogantly, and said: "I only know that among his 30 followers, at least ten of them can definitely be regarded as first-rate masters in the martial arts."

Zhao Wuji listened to him as if he was listening to the story of a character in mythology.

Sikong Xiaofeng said: "Do you already know what kind of person he is now?"

Zhao Wuji said: "I don't know!"

Sikong Xiaofeng smiled bitterly: "Actually, I don't know. I have been friends with him for many years, and I don't even know his real name, but as long as I know that he is nearby, I will put everything down. Come and see him!"

The host smiled and said: "We have not seen each other for a long time, so you want to come and see me"

He turned to Zhao Wuji; "But this young man doesn't necessarily want to see a disabled person like me. Now he might feel bored in his heart!"

Zhao Wuji said: "It will never be boring for anyone to see someone like you!" He said sincerely: "It's a pity that I have other things. I am leaving now! "

The host said: "If you promise to stay, I promise you will see many more interesting people and more interesting things tonight"

Zhao Wuji hesitated, his curiosity had been aroused, and he could no longer refuse this invitation.

The owner laughs more happily. A person who lives in solitude all year round will always be particularly hospitable.

He promised Zhao Wuji again; "I don't think you will be disappointed."

Who will come here tonight?

In such a strange carriage, facing such a strange owner is already an unforgettable experience.

Zhao Wujiyin can't think of anything more interesting tonight!

On the armrest beside the couch, there was a small golden bell. The owner picked up the small golden bell and tapped it lightly.

He smiled and explained: "This is the bell I use to call people. I just knock it to show that the person I want to call is my housekeeper, Hu Ju."

As soon as the bell rang, he hadn't finished his words, Hu Ju had appeared, like an elf waiting for the magical call anytime.

He is a nine-foot-tall giant with sunken eyes, curly hair, dark and shiny face, with a beast-like attitude, a pair of big hands with exposed green veins, and a flashing handle on his belt. The bright Persian scimitar made him look more dangerous and terrifying.

But in front of his master, he showed absolute obedience and submission.

As soon as he appeared, he threw himself on the ground, bowed to his master's feet, and gently kissed his master's feet in soft silk pajamas with the most respectful attitude.

For him, being able to kiss his master's feet is already a great honor.

The master's attitude towards him is cold and serious: "Is it close to my son now?"

"Yes."

"You are completely ready."

"Yes."

Although the owner is very satisfied, he did not show any signs of comfort, and only faintly commanded: "Then we can start now."

"Yes." Hu Ju threw his five bodies on the ground again before retreating.

Although he only said one "yes", Zhao Wuji has already heard that his accent is very strange and stiff.

The host saw the guest's curiosity again, and said: "His father was a Persian businessman. He was originally a strong man under the general's account. Once he mistakenly violated the military law, he should be executed on the spot."

The command of the general is like a mountain, everyone knows how he can escape from the sword.

The master said: "I used a pair of famous Dawan horses to exchange his life from the general."

The general loves horses and becomes addicted to horses. In his eyes, a pair of well-known horses is far more precious than anyone's life.

Sikong Xiaofeng sighed and said: "Fortunately you have such a pair of BMWs, so you can exchange for such a loyal servant."

The master said: "He is not my servant, he is my slave, I can ask him to die at any time"

He said lightly, he didn't mean to brag at all, he just told a fact.

Despise sounds to others, but it is undoubtedly like a story in myth.

Fortunately, Zhao Wuji has gradually become accustomed to this kind of thing, and is no longer surprised, let alone doubt.

At this moment, in the dark woods, it seemed like a miraculous bright light.

Zhao Wuji hadn't even seen a lamp, but now the four sides have been illuminated as bright as daylight.

All the trees that were standing in front of the carriage suddenly fell down. The fallen tree was quickly dragged away by a thick rope.

The forest turned into flat ground in an instant. Although Zhao Wuji saw it with his own eyes, he hardly believed his eyes.

The master's pale face finally showed satisfaction.

No one is still dissatisfied with the efficiency of his subordinates.

Sikong Xiaofeng sighed again. He has always hoped that his subordinates can do things with the same efficiency.

He couldn't help but said: "For someone like Hu Ju, it is worth it to exchange ten pairs of BMWs."

The host smiles.

Although this man is not a businessman, he has rarely done business at a loss. The rain has stopped.

Suddenly there was a sound of knocking on the bamboo board outside the forest, and a person shouted loudly. "Five-spice cooked beef, vegetable meat and big wantan." In the shout, a fat man wearing a bamboo hat walked into the open space with a load of wonton.

On the front end of the load, the fire was scorching hot, and the pot on the stove was steaming hot. In addition to a cabinet for tableware and chopsticks, there was a gauze cover for beef on the back end. In Jiangnan, when you can't sleep at night, you can always find such snacks and order a bowl of hot wontons to eat.

It's that Zhao Wuji couldn't think of it in his dreams, and I would see this kind of snack here.

Who would eat his wonton in this place?

Just as soon as the wanton was put down, there was a scream outside, and a person sang with Su Bai: "White sugar cube cake and yellow sponge cake, red bean mung bean sweet cake."

A tall and thin old man, with a green gauze cabinet on his back, sang and walked in.

The soft cakes he sells are the most popular sweets in Suzhou and Hangzhou.

Hey, why did he sell it here?

They are not the only ones here.

Following them, there are people selling stewed vegetables, wine, Hubei bean skins, fried noodles, Shandong steamed buns, Fuzhou fragrant cakes, Lingnan fish ball noodles, roasted duck, and lamb. There are various kinds of sellers selling squid soup, selling squid soup, selling tofu, selling Beijing soybean juice, all kinds of vendors, carrying all kinds of burdens, and using all kinds of cries from the south to the north, they walked in from all directions. This brightly lit open space.

The flat land suddenly became lively, like a temple fair.

Zhao Wuji was dumbfounded.

He has never seen these many vendors of real snacks and snacks, and he never thought they would come here.

What are they doing here?

Who is going to eat what they sell here?

No one eats, they are like preparing to eat for themselves.

Before they started to eat, everyone chose the best one of the things they sold and sent it to the mysterious owner of this mysterious carriage.

The seller of wontons first came over with a bowl of hot wontons, knelt down outside the car door, and respectfully said: "This is what the disciple means to respect the master. I wish the master good health and everything. Wishful."

The host just smiled and nodded, without even saying a word "thank you".

The despicable thing is that this wanton seller is already grateful and happy: because he has seen his master's smile.

Then the cake sellers, the stewed vegetables, the wine, the real tofu skin, the page fragrant cakes one after another, all came over, and they all knelt down and spoke their gratitude to the host in their own native dialect. And congratulations.

Listening to them, there are both Southern and Northern Tunes, obviously not from the same place.

They met by appointment and rushed here a short distance away, are they just to give this roll of fragrant cake and a bowl of wonton?

Zhao Wuji is even stranger!

When he saw an old lady selling deep-fried five-spice peanuts walking over with the peanuts in her hands, he could hardly help screaming.

This old woman who sells spiced peanuts is surprisingly a black mother-in-law who is well-known as a "golden bow and silver bullet".

The black mother-in-law didn't seem to see him at all, let alone recognize him. She respectfully knelt on the ground, offered her own gift, in exchange for the smile of her master, and left with gratitude. Zhao Wuji also had to reluctantly suppress his curiosity. He has always been a young man with a lot of family education, and he doesn't want to be rude in front of this hospitable host.

At this time, the vendors are already drinking happily. You drink my wine, I eat your beef and exchange with each other. It was a great time to eat. This way of eating is indeed unique and interesting, far more enjoyable than eating a whole table of wings.

Not only do they recognize each other, but they also seem to be very good friends.

It’s just that everyone is rushing for life, and it’s hard to see each other once. "On this day of the year can we get together, have a good drink, and go away.

The strange thing is that the one who sells wonton is not like the one who sells wonton, and the one who sells xiangbing is not like the one who sells xiangbing.

Although the identity of others is uncertain, at least Zhao Wuji always knows that Black Granny is by no means a seller of spiced peanuts.

Could it be that everyone else is just like her, just using a peddler to disguise her identity.

What do they usually do?

Zhao Wuji drank a few glasses of wine, ate a piece of the famous Hubei lard bean curd, and ate a lot of miscellaneous things, all of which he would never be able to eat at the same time.

The host looked at him with a smile in his eyes. "I like young people with a good appetite. Only those who are strong and do not do bad things will have a good appetite."

What he said seemed a little strange, but all of them made sense.

He asked Zhao Wuji again: "Do you think they are all interesting?"

Zhao Wuji admitted. "But I haven't seen anything interesting yet. Eating is not very interesting."

The host smiled and said: "You will see it."

Zhao Wuji hadn't seen an interesting thing, these people had already left.

Before leaving, everyone kowtows to the mysterious master again, and then greets each other!

"See you next year"

The voice of greeting is still in my ears, and their people have all gone clean, and they have all left the burdens and cupboards they brought with them to make money, and they have all stayed. Could it be that they are so drunk that they can even eat themselves? Jiapo forgot.

Sikong Xiaofeng couldn't help but said: "Why don't you tell them to take things away?"

The master said: "This is what they brought to me specially, how can it be taken away?"

Sikong Xiaofeng said: "Why do they want to give you these things"

The master said: "Because they know that I want to raise 30 followers and 800 horses!"

Sikong Xiaofeng couldn't help but smile and said: "But, what do you want these things for? Do you want to switch to real wonton noodles?"

The host laughed too.

At this moment, another person's voice rang out of the woods, like thunder, which shook people's ears "rumbling".

A person laughed and said: "I knew you must be here, you can't hide from me!"

When the gambling ghost and the stiff laughter started, they were still far away. The laughter had just ended, and this person had already arrived in front of them.

A big man almost taller than Hu Ju, carrying a sack enough to hold a stone meter in one hand, and carrying a sack on his back, but he flew from the woods like a swallow.

Zhao Wuji saw only a flash of a figure, who was already standing outside the carriage door.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he couldn't believe that such a big man would have such a dexterous body.

The weather in April has already started to get hot, but this big man is still wearing a sheepskin jacket, his messy hair is tied with a rope, and he wears straw sandals on his bare feet.

His feet have not yet stood firm, but he has already pointed to his master’s nose and laughed: "Good boy, you really have two hands. I never even thought that you would choose such a place this year. You are on the side of the road. Tell your disciples and grandchildren to pretend to be real wonton vendors."

The master who respects everyone very much, but he doesn't even show respect at all.

Despite that the master did not take offense, but seemed to smile happily, saying: "I never thought you could find it again this year."

The big guy smiled and said: "Although I Xuanyuan Yiguang I will lose every gambling, my ability to find people is the best in the world!"

The master said: "Your ability to lose money is also number one in the world."

Xuanyuan Yiguang said: "That's not fake at all."

The master said: "Since you know you will lose every gambling, why are you here again this year?"

Xuanyuan Yiguang said: "Everyone has a time to transfer, this year my bad luck has gone, and it has been transferred."

The master said: "Do you really want to gamble this year?"

Xuanyuan Yiguang said: "The one who doesn't bet is the grandson of the turtle."

Suddenly he shook out all the contents of the three sacks he had brought, and said: "I will use these to bet on the burden left by your disciples and grandchildren."

Zhao Wuji stayed again.

The ones shaken out of the sack, although they are also a beginner's guide, they have all kinds of things, but none of them are not very valuable.

Golden lights on the ground, golden candlesticks, golden incense burners, golden bodhisattva golden jewelry, golden crown, golden belt, gold bars, gold ingots, golden pots, golden cups, golden bottles: there is even a golden chamber pot.

As long as it can be imagined: There are a lot of things that can be made of gold, and there are a lot of things in his sack, and some things are inlaid with bright jewels that are more precious than gold.

Is this man mad?

Only lunatics will use this lot of gold to buy dozens of dans of money-making tools for selling snacks and snacks.

Unexpectedly, the master was even mader than him, so he said, "I don't bet."

Xuanyuan's slapped face immediately became as if he had been slapped twice, and he shouted, "Why don't you gamble?"

The master said: "Because your gambling capital is not enough."

No one would think that his gambling book was not enough, but he did not think he would admit it himself, and said bitterly: "Even if the gambling book I brought this time is not good enough, you can't stop betting!" /

The master said: "Why?"

Xuanyuan Yiguang said: "In the past ten years, I have never beaten you even once. You must give me a chance."

The master is still thinking about it. After thinking about it for a long time, he reluctantly agrees: "Okay, I will give you one chance!"

He hasn't finished speaking yet, Xuanyuan Yiguang has jumped up and said: "Quickly, get the dice."

The dice are already ready, as if the owner had already prepared him to come!

A bowl made of gold with dice carved from white jade.

Xuanyuan Yiguang immediately became energetic and said: "I am happy seeing these three dice, and I am happy if I lose"

The master said: "Who throws first?"

Xuanyuan Yiguang said: "I."

The master said: "Only the two of us gamble, regardless of the dealer."

Xuanyuan Yiguang said: "No distinction."

The master said: "Then even if you roll four, five or six, I can still rush."

Xuanyuan Yiguang said: "Okay, I'll just throw a four, five, six, and see how you rush."

He grabbed the dice from the bowl and clamped it with the joint between his index finger, **** and ring finger, "ding, ding, ding", knocked three times on the side of the bowl, and then grabbed it high." Hua Lang Lang" went down.

His technique is both proficient and beautiful, only to see three white dice turning around in the yellow bowl.

The first dice stopped and it was a "four", and the second dice stopped and it was a "six".

Xuanyuan gave a loud shout.

"Five"

The third dice actually rolled a "five", and he actually rolled a "four, five, six."

Except for the "leopard" with the same three dice, "four, five and six" is the largest.

To roll the dice is to roll a "leopard", it is simply difficult for the iron tree to bloom.

Xuanyuan Yiguang laughed and said: "It seems that I really transferred, this time it is not easy for me to lose even if I want to lose."

He suddenly turned to look at Zhao Wuji, and suddenly asked: "Have you ever bet on dice?"

Of course Zhao Wuji had gambled.

He is not a good boy. He has gambled on all kinds of bets, and he often loses all the "New Year Money".

The master said: "How about you throw a hand for me"

Zhao Wuji said: "Okay."

As long as it is something he thinks does not necessarily have to be rejected, he will happily say "OK"!

He rarely refuses requests from others.

The master said: "May I ask him to throw this one for me."

Xuanyuan Yiguang said: "Of course it can."

The master said: "If he throws a leopard, you won't regret it?"

Xuanyuan Yiguang said: "If he can throw a leopard, I will..."

The master said: "How about you?"

Xuanyuan said categorically, "I will do whatever he wants."

The master said: "This means that what he wants you to do, what do you do?"

Xuanyuan Yiguang said: "Not bad."

The master said: "Do you know that you can't say this sentence casually."

Xuanyuan Yiguang said: "Why?"

The master said: "I used to recognize a girl who likes to be angry with my friends, and I often like to say this!"

Xuanyuan Yiguang said: "What happened?" The master said: "As a result, he became my friend's wife."

Zhao Wuji smiled suddenly and said: "But you can rest assured, no matter what, I won't want you to be my wife."

Like Xuanyuan Yiguang, he grabbed the dice and clamped it with three fingers, "ding, ding, ding", knocking it three times on the side of the bowl.

With a sound of "Hua Lang Lang", three dice fell into the bowl and kept spinning.

Xuanyuan stared at the three dice, his eyes straightened.

The master sighed suddenly and said: "You have lost again"

After this sentence, the three dice have stopped, and there are three "sixes" unexpectedly.

"Six Leopards", this is the supreme treasure in the dice.

Xuanyuan was stunned for a long time. After a long time, he suddenly yelled, "I am so angry!" After flipping three somersaults in the volley, he disappeared.

He said to leave, and he walked faster than when he came. If it weren't for the golden cups, golden bowls, gold bars and nuggets he brought, it would be as if no one like him had ever come.

Sikong Xiaofeng always smiled, sitting quietly and admiring, then he opened, and said: "I remember the "evil gambler" Xuanyuan Sanguang in the "Top Ten Vicious People" in the past."

Of course it was a long, long time ago.

In that colorful era, there are many heroes in the arena.

"Evil Gambler" Xuanyuan Wang Guang, "Blood Hand" Du Sha, "Don't Eat Heads", Li Dazui, "Neither Male nor Female" Tu Jiaojiao, "Fantasy People Don't Lose Life" Cai Mimi, "Laughing Hidden Knife" Haha... And Xiao Yu'er, the first wise man of the day, and his brother Hua Wucai, both of whom were famous at the time.

Until now, their names have not been forgotten, and their brilliance has not disappeared.

Sikong Xiaofeng said: "But I didn't know that there was a person named Xuanyuan Yiguang in the rivers and lakes."

The host smiled slightly and said: "Of course you don't know him."

Sikong Xiaofeng said: "Why?"

The master said: "Because you don't gamble."

Sikong Xiaofeng said: "He is also a gambler!"

The master said: "He is more fierce than Xuanyuan Sanguang, and he loses more than Xuanyuan Sanguang."

Sikong Xiaofeng admitted; "He can indeed lose."

The master said: "Xuanyuan Sanguang will not lose all the money until dawn and people are gone."

Sikong Xiaofeng said: "Where is he?"

The master said: "When there is no light in the sky and no light in people, he has already lost all his money, and he has lost all his money once."

Sikong Xiaofeng said: "So he is called Xuanyuan Yiguang."

The host smiled and said: "Could you still give him a better name"

Sikong Xiaofeng also smiled: "I can't."

The host asked Zhao Wuji again, "Is he rich"

Zhao Wuji only admitted: "Yes."

The master said: "He will definitely not forget you. There are not too many people who can throw three people in one hand."

Zhao Wuji responded: "There are not too many such people."

The master said: "It was my luck to be able to find you to catch the knife for me. Of course I should give you some red."

Zhao Wuji didn't object either.

The host said: "You can pick a few poles on the load and take them away."

Zhao Wuji said: "Good"

He did not ask: "I don't sell wontons, why do I want so many poles?"

He believes that this kind of thing is neither necessary to refuse nor worth asking.

The master looked at him, with a look of appreciation in his sleeping eyes, and said: "You can choose five."

Zhao Wuji said: "Okay."

He walked over immediately and picked up a pole at random. As soon as he picked it up, his face showed a look of surprise.

The shoulder is so heavy that he can hardly even hold it.

He chose another one. The expression on his face was even more surprised. He couldn't help asking: "Are these poles made of gold?"

The master said: "Every one is."

Zhao Wuji said: "Is it pure gold?"

The master said: "Ten% of pure gold."

Not only are the poles made of pure gold, but also other things, even if they are not pure gold, they are also pure silver.

Zhao Wuji knew that Xuanyuan Yiguang was not crazy, and the owner was not crazy. It was the vendors who were crazy.

The host smiled and said, "Actually, they are not crazy."

Zhao Wuji said: "No?"

The master said: "They know that I want to raise 30 horses and 800 horses. They also know that I have no income at all. So every year today, they will send me something."

Of course they don’t sell wontons. They sell 300-year-old wontons and they can’t make such a pole.

The master said: "They used to be my old department, but now they are all businessmen."

Zhao Wuji said: "It seems that the business they are doing now must be very good."

He didn't want to ask too much, nor did he want to know too much.

The master asked him again: "Do you recognize the black mother-in-law?"

Zhao Wuji said: "I recognize it."

The host said: "You know what business she does."

Zhao Wuji said: "I don't know."

The master said: "You don't want to know either?"

Zhao Wuji said: "I don't want to!"

The master said: "Why don't you?"

Zhao Wuji said: "Everyone has the right to reserve a little bit for themselves, why should I know."

The host smiled again: "They don't want people to know, so when they come every year, their whereabouts are very secret."

Zhao Wuji said: "I can see it."

The host said: "The place where we meet every year is also very stable and changes every year."

Zhao Wuji pondered, and suddenly asked: "But Xuanyuan Yiguang can find you every year"

The master said: "This is his annual gamble, he has never missed it!"

Zhao Wuji smiled and said: "His ability to lose money is really good."

The master said: "It's not bad, it's the number one in the world"

Zhao Wuji said: "His ability to find people is also number one in the world."

The host said: "Absolutely."

Zhao Wuji's eyes lit up, but he lowered his head, randomly selected five poles, and walked over with his two hands.

These five shoulders are really heavy.

The master looked at him. He smiled faintly: "If he wants to find someone, he can find him wherever he is, but it is a pity that it is not easy for others to find him."

Zhao Wuji didn't seem to hear what he was talking about. He slowly put the pole down, and suddenly said, "Although my horse is not a famous breed of Dawan, I don't want to crush it to death."

The master immediately understood what he meant: "Will these five hate poles crush it to death?"

Zhao Wuji said: "These five poles can even crush me to death!"

The master smiled and said: "Of course you don't want to die."

Zhao Wuji said: "So I have to leave it here now. If I want to use it, I will definitely come and get it."

The master said: "Can you find me?"

Zhao Wuji said: "Even if I can't find it, you must have a way to find it."

The master said: "Do you rarely refuse others?"

Zhao Wuji said: "Rarely."

The master sighed and said: "Then I can't seem to refuse you."

Zhao Wuji raised his head, stared at him, and said: "So, you must think about it so that I can find you at any time."

The host laughed again, turned to Sikong Xiaofeng, and said: "This young man, it seems that you are still smart."

Sikong Xiaofeng smiled and said: "He is really not stupid!"

The master said: "I like smart people. I always hope smart people can live longer."

He said this strangely again, and it seemed to contain profound meaning.

Zhao Wuji is not as good as he has understood.

The master suddenly took off the golden bell on the armrest and threw it to him, saying: "When you are looking for me, just knock this golden bell seven times, seven times, and someone will bring you. See me."

Zhao Wuji didn't ask any more, and immediately put Jin Zhong away next to him, collecting it very carefully.

Sikong Xiaofeng has a satisfied smile on his face.

At this time, there was more drums in the distance, and it was already the third watch.

There should have been more drums in the middle of the night, which is not surprising.

Zhao Wuji seemed surprised.

Although these two drums are far away, they are very clear in the ears. They sound as if someone is beating them in the ear.

He couldn't help asking: "Is it really not three shifts now?"

No one has answered his words yet.

All the lights have been extinguished.

The woods immediately became dark again, and from the light leaking from the carriage, another group of people could be vaguely seen coming over, carrying a large box.

Look at it from afar, this box? It was like a coffin.

The master sighed suddenly and murmured: "He finally came."

Zhao Wuji said: "Who is here?"

The host had a strange expression on his face. After a long time, he answered word by word, "It's a dead man."

The dead are usually in the coffin!

That box, really isn't a box, it's a coffin.

Eight thin and long men in black came over carrying this pitch-black coffin.

There was actually a person sitting on the coffin, wearing a snow-white suit, who turned out to be a teenage boy.

When the light shone on the child's face, Zhao Wuji was taken aback.

This kid is actually the kid who brought him here just now, just changed into snow-white clothes!

Why did he suddenly sit on the coffin and Zhao Wuji couldn't figure it out. Someone beside him was pulling the corner of his clothes and asked softly: "Do you think the kid on the coffin looks like me?"

Zhao Wuji took another meal. The kid pulling his clothes is the kid who brought him just now, wearing that bright red dress far away.

The two children look exactly the same.

"Tuk! Tuk! Tuk!"

The sound was even louder, and Zhao Wuji finally saw the knocker, his pale face in Tsing Yi, white trousers and hemp shoes, a light gong, a small stick, a bamboo gong drum, and a white short stick in his hand.

The "Death Watcher" Liu Sangeng is also here!

He didn't see Zhao Wuji, he couldn't see anything.

He's still knocking on his watch intently.

Although there are not three shifts yet, the two shifts have passed. Will the three shifts be far behind?

When will it be the third watch?

Whose soul is he going to take this time?

The child in white clothes sits upright on the coffin straight, without even moving.

The child in red is smiling at him.

He was stern and ignored.

The little kid in red made faces at him.

He simply turned his head and didn't even look at it.

Although the two children look exactly the same, they seem to have completely different tempers.

Zhao Wuji finally couldn't help it, and asked quietly: "Do you recognize him?"

"Of course I do," said the child in red.

Zhao Wuji asked again; "Is he your brother?"

"He is my opponent."

Zhao Wuji is even more surprised! "You are still children, how come you have become rivals."

The child in red said: "We are natural opponents, and we are born opponents."

Zhao Wuji asked again; "Who is in the coffin?"

The child sighed: "Why are you getting stupid? Of course there is a dead person in the coffin. Don't you even know this kind of thing?"

The coffin has been put down, just outside the car door. The dark coffin is shining under the lights.

Not the light of paint!

Is this coffin also like those poles? Is it also made of gold?

The eight men in black who carried the coffin, although their faces were pale and expressionless, there were beads of sweat on their foreheads.

This coffin is obviously heavy, as if it were really made of gold.

What did they use to carry a dead person here with a golden coffin?

The child in white clothes was still sitting on the coffin, and suddenly beckoned to Liu Sangeng.

Liu Sangeng seemed to be able to see, he immediately walked over and lowered his waist.

The child in white clothes slowly stood up, stepped on it and stood on his shoulder.

The life-threatening guardian of the famous rivers and lakes seems to be very fearful and respectful of this child, so he let him stand on his shoulders, not even a bit unhappy.

The child in red was whispering to Zhao Wuji again: "Believe it or not, he hasn't got any mud on his feet since he was born."

Zhao Wuji said: "I believe it."

The child in red sighed and said, "But my feet are all mud."

Zhao Wuji said: "I like children with mud on their feet. When I was young, I even had mud on my face."

The child in the red clothes laughed again, suddenly holding his hand, and said: "I like you too, although you sometimes become stupid, I still like you the same."

Zhao Wuji wanted to laugh too, but didn't laugh.

The lid of the coffin has been lifted. A man is lying straight in the coffin with his hands crossed and placed on his chest. The snow-white clothes are spotlessly clean, and his pale and haggard face has no blood at all, it looks like It has been dead for a long time, and it has become a dead body.

The coffin is dark and the dead are pale, and it looks even more weird and terrible in the dim light.

Why did they want to open the coffin? Do they want this to be stiff and see the owner, or do they want the owner to see the stiff? Frozen eyes closed.

There is nothing good about being stiff.

Bie is the master, but he is indeed looking at him, and suddenly he sighs, "The year has finally passed again, how are you doing?"

He actually seemed to be talking to this zombie.

Could it be audible to be stiff.

Zhen can not only hear, but also speak, and suddenly said: "I'm not good."

When these three words came out from a stiff mouth, even Sikong Xiaofeng was taken aback.

He can't think of the stories about the resurrection of the dead in those mysterious and ancient legends.

Zang asked again: "Where are you"

The master said: "I am not good either."

Zang suddenly sighed and said: "Xiao Donglou, you have harmed me, and I have also harmed you."

Until now, Zhao Wuji didn't know that the mysterious owner's name was Xiao Donglou.

Who is this stiff? Although his voice is rustling cold, it carries an indescribable sadness and regret.

If a person really dies or becomes a deadlock, there will be no such feelings.

But he seemed to be a dead man, with no anger at all, and no life at all.

Even if he is still alive, it may not be that he wants to live.

Because he has no fun.

Xiao Donglou's face has always been smiling, and at this moment it seems to have become full of regret and sadness, but he immediately smiled again and smiled and said, "I know you will say my name when you come."

Zheng said: "If you don't want others to know your name, can I kill all those who hear these three words?"

Xiao Donglou said: "Do you know who they are?"

Zang said: "It doesn't matter who they are."

He didn't even open his eyes, and no one in the world could be seen by him.

But he himself is nothing but a stiff who can only lie in the coffin without seeing the sun all year round.

Zhao Wuji suddenly smiled. The sound of laughter was harsh.

He never refuses to reject the kindness of others, and never accepts others' anger.

Although the stiff eyes are closed, but the ears are not plugged, of course he should be able to hear what he meant.

Zang really asked; "Who are you laughing at?"

Zhao Wuji answered very simply; "Laughing at you!"

Frozen: "What's so funny about me?"

Zhao Wuji said: "What you said is not only ridiculous, it is simply funny."

Suddenly light brighter than lightning flashed from the stiff eyes. No one would have imagined that such a dying person would have such a pair of bright eyes.

These eyes are staring at Zhao Wuji.

Zhao Wuji was also staring at these eyes, his face didn't even change at all.

Zheng said: "Do you know who I am?"

Zhao Wuji said coldly: "It doesn't matter who you are."

As soon as this sentence was finished, the stubborn stiff stood up.

He didn't move his whole body up and down, and no one could see how he got up.

He neither stretched his feet nor raised his legs, but his people suddenly reached outside the coffin, stretched out a pair of big skinny hands, and grabbed them out of thin air, and several gold objects flew into his hands.

The golden pot, golden cup, and golden bowl are all pure gold, but when they reach his hands, they become like mud. When he squeezes and rubs them casually, it becomes a golden stick and shakes in the wind. , Stretched straight.

Zhao Wuji's palm was sweating coldly.

When Bei saw such qigong and palm strength, if she said she was not afraid at all, it was fake.

It's just that, even if he was terribly scared, he would never flinch from it.

Zang asked again: "Now, believe it or not, I can kill you at any time?"

Zhao Wuji said: "I believe it."

Zheng said: "Who was it that you laughed just now?"

Zhao Wuji said: "It's you."

Zeng suddenly looked up to the sky and screamed, and a stick stabbed out. With the speed and power of this stick, no one in the world can parry and dodge.

The despicable thing is that this stick didn't stab Zhao Wuji.

He stabbed Xiao Donglou.

Of course, Xiao Donglou is even more unavoidable.

I saw the golden light flashing, and straight down the Shaoyang acupoint on his hands and feet, and in an instant, he had clicked the sixty-four big roads in front of him.

Suddenly, the golden stick picked up his people lightly, and backhanded 64 acupuncture points behind him. The technique used was so fast that it was not only appalling, but also unbelievable.

There are three acupuncture points and seventy-three points on the human body. At least half of them are fatal. Under this method, they are everywhere.

The despicable thing is that Xiao Donglou is not dead.

He has fallen lightly and landed on his soft couch, but a very relaxed expression appeared on his face, as if he had just recovered from a long illness, and as if he had just let go of a heavy burden.

Then he exhaled a long breath and murmured: "It looks like I can endure another year."

Zheng said: "What about me?"

Xiao Donglou said: "As long as I am not dead, you will not die."

Zheng said: "Because you know that only I can keep your life"

Xiao Donglou said: "I will never forget this."

Zhengdao: "Where is the antidote?"

Xiao Donglou slowly stretched out his hand, and there was a small blue and white porcelain vase in his hand.

After taking the medicine in the porcelain bottle, the same expression as Xiao Donglou appeared on Zheng's face.

Then he went into the coffin and lay down straight, closing his eyes, as if he was asleep.

The child in red has been holding Zhao Wuji's hand tightly, as if he was afraid that he would be uncomfortable, and even more afraid that he would take care of things.

Until Zheng lay down, he was relieved and whispered: "I was really scared just now."

Zhao Wuji said: "What are you afraid of?"

The child in red said: "I'm afraid you will rush to save my master. If you do, you will kill him."

Zhao Wuji said: "Why?"

The child in the red clothes said: "I don’t know, I only know that his instinct is frustrated. I have to use a unique technique to break this stiffness for him, because his body is soft and paralyzed, and there is no way to ease it. Apart from this stiffness, his own true qi, absolutely no one can hit one hundred and twenty-eight acupuncture points all over his body in one breath."

He thought about it, and then said: "The most important thing is that this breath must never be broken, and it will be helpless if it is broken."

Zhao Wuji said: "This is your master's secret, you shouldn't have told me."

The child in red said: "We are already friends, why can't I tell you."

Zhao Wuji said nothing.

He is just someone who is easily moved. When he is moved, he will always be speechless.

The child in the red dress turned his eyes, and suddenly asked: "If it's stiff, I'll ask you again, what did you say about who you were laughing just now?"

Zhao Wuji said without thinking: "I'm laughing at him."

The child in red asked again: "Can't you see what technique he used to acupuncture?"

Zhao Wuji said: "Is it swordsmanship?"

The child in red said: "Yes, it's swordsmanship. It is not easy to be able to use swordsmanship to acupuncture points."

Zhao Wuji admitted.

Swordsmanship emphasizes lightness and mobility, so it is not easy to recognize other people's acupoints.

The child in red said: "Have you seen such a fast swordsmanship"

Zhao Wuji said: "No."

He added: "I have never seen such accurate swordsmanship. Not only can I stab one hundred and twenty-eight swords in one breath, but also, every sword can identify the acupuncture points, and it is not bad."

The child in red said: "Do you admire him too?"

Zhao Wuji said: "I only admire his swordsmanship."

The kid in red smiled: "Do you know why I like you?"

He believed that even if Zhao Wuji knew, he wouldn't say it.

So he said it himself: "Your bones are really hard, so hard!"

Zhao Wuji didn't mean to object, this is what he is often proud of.

The child in red suddenly asked again; "Do you think that child is staring at me?"

Zhao Wuji had already noticed this.

The kid who never gets mud on his feet has been staring at them with round and bright eyes.

The child in red said: "He must be angry!"

Zhao Wuji said: "Why is he angry?"

The child in red said: "Because he is waiting for me, I am here to chat with you."

Zhao Wuji said: "Why is he waiting for you?"

The child in red said: "He is waiting to fight with me."

Zhao Wuji said: "Fight?"

The child in red said: "His master came here for the antidote, but also to make him fight with me?"

He smiled again: "We have been playing once a year since we were eight, and we have been playing for five years."

Zhao Wuji said: "Why are you fighting?"

The child in red said: "Because his master and my master can no longer fight, so they accepted an apprentice at the same time. Since the master can’t fight any more, they call the apprentice to fight. Whose disciple To win, whoever has the best skills."

Zhao Wuji looked at him, then at the kid who never got mud on his feet, and couldn't help asking: "Are you brothers?"

The child in red clothes sternly said: "We are not brothers, we are natural enemies."

Zhao Wuji said: "Since he is waiting for you, why didn't he ask you to go over?"

The child in red said: "Because he has to pretend to be a man of good manners, and he is very cultivated and calm."

Zhao Wuji said: "So, you deliberately want to agitate him now."

The child in red said: "He learned swordsmanship, and I learned internal strength. If I don't get angry with him, I'm afraid he has defeated him five times."

Zhao Wuji understood what he meant.

Sword learning focuses on sensitivity and understanding, and internal strength focuses on the foundation. Although the two have the same goal, the progress of learning sword is always faster. But no matter what you learn, you can't get angry when you fight.

Anger causes negligence, and no matter how small it is, it can be fatal.

The child in white clothes was already a little uncomfortable, and suddenly said loudly: "Hey!"

The kid in red ignores him.

The voice of the child in white clothes is louder: "Hey, when did you become deaf"

The child in red finally looked back at him and said, "Who are you talking to?"

The child in white clothes said: "Follow you!"

The child in red said: "I'm not calling for him."

The child in white clothes suddenly jumped up, grabbed Liu Sangeng's shoulders onto the roof of the car, and said, "No matter what county you are called, come here!"

The child in red finally walked over slowly and said: "I have come here?"

The child in white clothes said: "You come up!"

The child in red shook his head and said: "I can't go up."

The white kid said: "Why?"

The Red Child said: "I can't fight with you on top of my master."

He smiled and said: "You can have no rules, but I can't have no rules."

The white child's face was red with anger, and he suddenly jumped down. As soon as the heavy rain stopped, although his body was light, he splashed in mud.

The red kid said: "Oh!"

The white kid said: "Oh what?"

The red kid said: "I'm taking your feet. How can someone with standing like you get mud on their feet?"

The white kid sneered: "You don't need to worry about me, I have shoes to change at any time."

The red kid said: "How many pairs of shoes do you have?"

The white kid smiled coldly and said: "At least there are seventy or eighty pairs."

The red kid laughed and said: "Okay, great, you have more shoes than Concubine Yang!"

He deliberately made a very sincere look: "It's just that I'm still a little worried about you."

The white child's face was pale with anger, but couldn't help asking: "What are you worried about?"

The red kid said: "I'm afraid you will not grow tall."

The two children looked exactly the same. When they stood together, others could see that the red child was at least two inches taller than the white child.

The red child said again: "The child who refuses to get mud on his feet always grows low. What's more, you are too angry." A child was deliberately making another child angry. Desperately trying to be like an adult, not as knowledgeable as that child, but remote and remote, I can't help being so angry that I still speak some children's words. It would have been a lot of fun to watch such two beautiful children who look exactly the same naughty bickering.

When they do, no one finds it funny anymore.

Two children, two children playing tricks, look a bit like brothers.

A child is grinning, a child is angry, a child rides a horse, and a child’s feet are full of mud, oh!

Since you are brothers, why bother with each other in a hurry?

They used swords, two swords with exactly the same form, length, weight, and steel.

The Red Kid chose one first. "You specialize in swordsmanship, so I should have three tricks."

The white kid didn't even give in.

He drew his sword much faster than the Red Kid, and shot it quickly, stabbing eleven swords in an instant.

The red kid smiled.

The white kid was hit by his trick again. He was going to let the other party take the shot first.

Because his swordsmanship does not win by quickness, the essence of his swordsmanship is "braking with static, playing fast with slowness, and then attacking others".

The swordsmanship of the white kid has not been restrained.

His shots are fast and cruel, every sword is a deadly killer, and he never leaves room for opposition.

Although their people are cute, the violation of swordsmanship is far more terrifying than anyone imagined.

Xiao Donglou saw the surprised expression on Sikong Xiaofeng's face, smiled and asked, "How do you think they are doing swordsmanship?"

Sikong Xiaofeng said: "If the old Bai Xiaosheng was still there, the swords of these two children would definitely be ranked in his weapon spectrum!"

That is to say, the swordsmanship of these two children can be included in the top fifty masters in the world.

Now they are only eleven or twelve years old.

Xiao Donglou sighed suddenly and said: "It's a pity that they will never be the best in the world."

Sikong Xiaofeng said: "Why?"

Xiao Donglou said: "Because they are too smart."

Sikong Xiaofeng said: "What's wrong with being smart?"

Xiao Donglou said: "To be the best player in the world, in addition to winning swordsmanship, you must have a broad mind and a kind of irreversible courage and determination. Then you must learn from countless painful experiences. Come."

He smiled bitterly and said: "People who are too smart can't help this torture. They will definitely try to avoid it, and they can always avoid it."

Sikong Xiaofeng said: "Those who have not really been tortured can never become powerful."

Xiao Donglou Road: "Absolutely not."

Sikong Xiaofeng: "But people who have been tortured will never be able to become powerful."

Xiao Donglou Road: "Therefore, in the martial arts of the past few decades, there is no such word as "the world's number one master" at all."

Sikong Xiaofeng said: "How about Young Master Ximen who spent the past year with the only descendant of Heroes Lu Xiaofeng on the top of Kunlun?"

Xiao Donglou said: "Do you know the result of that battle?"

Sikong Xiaofeng said: "It is said that the two of them have fallen into a terrible situation and died together."

Xiao Donglou said: "If Master Ximen is really the number one master in the world, who can force him to die together?"

Sikong Xiaofeng's eyes flickered and said: "Where is this friend lying in the coffin at this moment?"

Xiao Donglou smiled faintly, and said: "If he was the world's number one master, how could he become what he is now?"

Sikong Xiaofeng didn't ask any more questions.

Between this moment, the fight between the two children has become more and more fierce and dangerous.

Their shots are getting more and more sinister. If they continue to fight like this, they will probably end up in the same way as Huamantian and Simone.

The despicable thing is that now they can't stop, no one can stop first.

At this moment, Ba suddenly heard a "ding", and a white light flew over, interrupting the two swords in their hands.

The two broken swords fell with a white short staff, and the two children were also shaken apart.

Standing among them was the blind Liu Sangeng who couldn't see anything.

The white child's face was stern, and he said sharply: "What are you doing?"

Liu San slowly picked up the short stick on the ground, and fell back without saying a word.

Xiao Donglou smiled and said: "Why doesn't Mr. Liu speak?"

Liu Sangeng said: "I'm just a slave, how dare to speak."

Xiao Donglou smiled and said: "The famous "life-threatening watchman, how can he be someone else's slave"

Zeng suddenly said: "He is."

Up to now, Zhao Wuji is far from believing that Liu Sangeng will admit that he is someone else's slave, but he did admit it, and he doesn't even have an angry expression on his face.

Frozen said: "His bones, blood and soul already belong to me, I can ask him to die at any time, and my son can also ask him to die at any time?"

Liu Sangeng showed no expression on his face and said: "I am always ready to die for Lord Hou."

The white kid sneered: "Then you go now."

Liu San didn't even think about it, and immediately drew out the hidden sword from the short staff, and cut his throat.

Zhao Wuji wanted to rush to rescue him, but it was too late. Jianfeng has cut his throat, blood has poured out, and the white child's face has changed.

Zeng suddenly said: "Stop!" Liu Sangeng's movements immediately stopped.

Zhen coldly said: "Now, do you want him to die?"

He asked a white kid. The white child bit his lip and finally shook his head.

Zheng said: "Very good."

Liu Sangeng's sword fell, and even though a blood stream had been cut through his throat, there was still no expression on his face.

Zhong asked the white child again: "Now if you know it or not, just a word you blurt out can determine the life and death of others."

The white kid said: "I understand."

Zheng said: "Just understand."

The white kid said: "But next time he dares to interrupt my sword, I will still want him to die."

Zheng said: "Excellent."

The white child's anger has not yet calmed down, and he asked: "Who told him to take action just now?"

Zheng said: "It's me."

The white kid was startled.

Zheng said: "Next time you know that I told him to shoot, as long as he interrupts your sword, you can still kill him."

He gave a cold slap, and then said: "No matter who interrupts your sword, no matter what he is for, you can't let him go. Even if you want to die, you have to kill him first."

The white child straightened his chest and said loudly: "I understand, I can definitely do it!"

The sword is the honor of the swordsman.

The honor of the swordsman is far more important than the life, no matter who it is, the life is the same.

This is the lesson that Zeng is going to teach this kid.

He wants this kid to be a peerless swordsman, and he wants this kid to be proud of himself.

Suddenly Xiao Donglou said, "Come here." He called the kid in the tank, "Did someone interrupt your sword?"

The red child said: "Yes."

Xiao Donglou Road: "What are you going to do now"

The red kid said: "This sword was brought by them anyway. They want to interrupt their sword. What does it have to do with me."

Xiao Donglou said: "What if your own sword is interrupted by someone?"

The red kid said: "Then I will buy another sword to practice, and practice until others keep hitting my sword."

Xiao Donglou laughed and said: "Okay, great."

He wants his child to be a big-minded person, and don't put too much emphasis on temporary success or failure.

If you can't be an upright person, how can you be an unparalleled swordsman.

Zhao Wuji couldn't help asking himself in his heart.

Although the two kids are in a match today, what will happen in the future?

Dongli is pale, with **** crowing in the distance.

Xiao Donglou said: "The sky is getting bright again, you should go again."

Only dead people can’t see the sun. Is this rigor really a dead person?

The white kid stared at the red kid and said: "Next year I will definitely beat you, you wait."

The red kid smiled and said: "I just hope you can grow taller next year."

Zhao Wuji didn't laugh this time.

He knew this stiffness would not let him go, he had been waiting but he was wrong.

Stiff lay down straight again, closed his eyes, as if he had forgotten such a person.

Zhao Wuji suddenly rushed over and said loudly: "It was you who I laughed just now."

Zheng said: "I know, you have said it twice."

Zhao Wuji said: "Did you just leave like this."

Zheng said: "Do you want me to kill you?"

Zhao Wuji said: "Yes."

Zhen finally opened his eyes, and no one could help but want to see a man deliberately looking for death.

Zhao Wuji said: "You refused to take action, just because you didn't see me in your eyes at all. What's the point of being alive and being so contemptuous?"

Zheng said: "You are not afraid of death"

Zhao Wuji said: "What is the love and fear of a man when he is born?"

Staring at him stiffly, his eyes are as cold as electricity.

Zhao Wuji also looked at him, without any intention of flinching.

Zhong coldly said: "If you really want to die, after the full moon, go to Jiuhua Mountain, I will always make you happy."

Zhao Wuji didn't even think about it, and immediately said: "I will definitely go."

The stiff eyes closed again, and the coffin was closed.

The resurrected zombie, before dawn, will return to the netherworld.

The child in white clothes was still staring at the red child, and suddenly said: "Can you do something for me?"

The red child said: "What's the matter?"

The white kid said: "Next year today, can you take a bath first?"

After saying this, he jumped onto the coffin and sat down cross-legged. The man in black lifted the coffin, and Broken Soul knocked it lightly. They walked out of the woods and suddenly disappeared into the desolate morning. In the fog.

The red child is still looking forward idiotically, as if he still wants to find the white child to fight.

Zhao Wuji has been paying attention to him, deliberately sighed, and said: "It seems that you are really a natural pair."

The red kid showed a strange expression on his face, suddenly shook his head, and said: "We are not the enemy, we are brothers, if it weren't for me to be born half an hour earlier than him, he would be my brother!"

They are really brothers.

Since Xiao Donglou and Na Zang want to use the hands of the next generation of disciples to compare their martial arts, of course they are looking for two children with exactly the same qualifications, age and wisdom.

Having a brother is undoubtedly the best choice.

It's just that if two identical seeds grow in different environments, they will never produce the same flowers.

Zhao Wuji sighed, feeling that fate would be too cruel to the brothers.

The Red Kid laughed again.

Zhao Wuji said: "What are you laughing at? You are laughing at me again."

The Red Child shook his head and said: "I am laughing at myself this time. I have been wrong about you."

Zhao Wuji said: "Oh?"

The red kid said: "I always thought you were a little dumb, but now I know that you are smarter than anyone else."

He squinted his eyes and said: "Just now you went to find that stiff, did you know that he would never make a move, and others would never let him kill you."

Zhao Wuji did not speak.

The Red Child said: "It can be seen that you may not be really sure."

Zhao Wuji suddenly asked: "Have you ever bet on money?"

The Red Kid took a peek at his master and whispered: "I've gambled secretly."

Zhao Wuji said: "Then you should know that if you want to win other people's money, you have to take some risks."

He smiled and said: "There are many things in life like this, there are many, many things"

It's dawn.

The uprooted trees have been planted again, and all the messy objects have been cleaned up.

If someone who was here yesterday morning came here again today, they would never see that so many things happened in this place overnight.

Is this a miracle?

Xiao Donglou asked someone to make a pot of Wuyi Tieguanyin for Zhao Wuji, smiled and said: "This is not a miracle. There is no miracle in the world. If there is, it is caused by humans."

His words always carry a kind of philosophy that makes people have to think deeply.

"Only people can create miracles," he said; "Use their perseverance and wisdom: use clever methods to train strictly"

Zhao Wuji said: "It was made with money."

Xiao Donglou laughed and said: "Yes, of course money is something that you can never lack."

Sikong Jing said: "Fortunately, money is not the most important thing. Not every rich person can do these things you do." His words also have a deep meaning: "Money is also like a sword. Similarly, it depends on whose hands it is."

Zhao Wuji didn't want to listen anymore.

He didn't come here to listen to other people's reasoning.

Xiao Donglou seems to always be able to see the hearts of his guests; "I know you must want to leave."

Zhao Wuji stood up immediately and answered his words with actions.

Xiao Donglou said: "I think you will definitely go to Jiuhua Mountain."

Zhao Wuji said: "I will definitely go."

Xiaodonglou Road: "Jiuhua Mountain, south of Lingyang, west of Qiupu, north to Wuxi Datong East Intersection of Shuanglong Peak, the name of the peak is forty out of eight, and there are two sources, fourteen, five holes, eleven ridges and ten. Baquan is a very big place."

Zhao Wuji said: "I know."

Xiao Donglou said: "Then why don't you ask him where he is going?"

Zhao Wuji said: "I don't have to ask."

Xiao Donglou Road: "You can find him"

Zhao Wuji said: "I can't find it."

He suddenly asked: "If you want to go to a mountain, if you ask the mountain to come over, will the mountain come over?"

Xiao Dong Lou Road: "No."

Zhao Wuji said: "Then what do you do?"

Xiao Donglou said: "I walked over by myself."

Zhao Wuji said: "I often use this method when I do things. If I can't find him, I will try to let him come to me."

Zhao Wuji is gone.

When he was about to leave, few people could stop him and almost no one could stop him.

When Bei took him far away, Xiao Donglou asked; "You said this young man is called Zhao Wuji?"

Sikong Xiaofeng said: "Yes."

Xiao Donglou said: "It seems that he is also a very smart person."

Sikong Jing said: "He definitely is."

Xiao Donglou said: "But he seems to have a lot of worries that he can't solve. Smart people shouldn't have so many worries."

Sikong Xiaofeng said: "I want him here because I want him to be smarter."

He explained: "The only thing he can't solve is that he has not found his enemy."

Xiao Donglou said: "Who is his enemy?"

Sikong Xiaofeng said: "Shangguan Blade."

Xiao Donglou: "Is it the golden man made of gold?"

Sikong Xiaofeng said: "Yes."

Xiao Donglou sighed: "It seems that he is really not smart enough. With his martial arts, it is not easy to be able to parry the official sword with ten moves!"

Sikong Xiaofeng said: "So I asked him to come here, so that he can know that with his martial arts, he will not be able to break through the rivers and lakes, let alone revenge?"

He sighed suddenly, and said: "Now I know I was wrong."

Xiao Donglou Road: "Where is the mistake?"

Sikong Xiaofeng said: "I shouldn't have called him here."

Xiao Donglou Road: "Why?"

Sikong Xiaofeng said: "Shangguan Blade has a deep mind. Since he has gone so far, it's hard to find him."

Xiao Donglou said: "Will Zhao Wuji have the same difficulty looking for him now?"

Sikong Xiaofeng said: "But now Zhao Wuji recognizes Xuanyuan Yiguang again."

If Xuanyuan Yiguang is looking for someone, even if he hides in the sky, he can still find him.

This is not only a legend, but also a fact.

Sikong Xiaofeng said again: "Shangguan Blade has gone through numerous battles, and his internal and external powers have reached the peak. Zhao Wuji was not sure that he could deal with him. Even if he knew he was there, he might not dare to act rashly."

Xiao Donglou said: "What about now?"

Sikong Xiaofeng said: "Now he has your golden bell and a word from the friend in the coffin."

Xiao Donglou said: "If he really arrives at Jiuhua Mountain~IndoMTL.com~If he doesn't die under the sword of that friend who calls himself Jiuyouhou, there will always be some benefits."

Sikong Xiaofeng smiled bitterly: "So he must be much bolder."

Xiao Donglou said: "That's also his luck."

Sikong Xiaofeng sighed: "We don't want him to have such luck."

Xiao Donglou said: "I remember a very smart person who said something very reasonable."

Sikong Xiaofeng said: "What did he say?"

Xiao Donglou said: "He said that whether a person is naturally smart or naturally brave, it is not as good as being born lucky."

He smiled and said: "If Zhao Wuji has such luck, why should you worry about him?"

Sikong Xiaofeng didn't say anything, but his expression was even more worried, as if there was something in his heart that he couldn't tell.