"Old man, is there an ancient lone mountain in Dongping Mansion?"
Chen Xiu reined in his horse slightly on the roadside and asked softly.
The sky at this moment was already slightly dark.
After coming out of the inn, Chen Xiu traveled to almost half of Dongping Mansion.
But I still haven’t found the lonely mountain in my memory.
That was what he saw dimly when he was refining the "blood-stained general's blade" that day.
On Gushan, there is the tomb of the general from the previous dynasty!
In the treasure box of Tianye Mansion in the past, he got the incomplete sword edge, which was rated as "Second Grade" by the Martial God Code.
Then, in a bandit's cave in Mang Mountain, he obtained a sword that was still as sharp as ever, and was rated as "Third Grade" by the Martial God Code!
The tiger guard holding the spine of the sword is the most precious.
It was also what Chen Xiu was least willing to give up.
"You mean the ancient Lonely Mountain?"
The old man stroked his white beard, thought for a while and then said: "I think of it, is it Jiangjun Peak? That mountain did belong to Dongping Mansion during the former dynasty."
"If the old man remembers correctly, it should be outside Dongping Mansion, about thirty miles to the north. But it's so desolate that no one remembers it..."
Chen Xiu tightened the reins in his hands and immediately headed north.
Twenty miles north of Dongping Mansion.
Xiao Huangshan, between ancient temples.
The rain poured down like a celestial river.
Everything within a radius of a hundred miles was shrouded in torrential rain.
In the only ancient temple, a bonfire was lit, reflecting a bit of light.
Soon, the dilapidated temple door was pushed open.
The young man covered in rain broke into the temple and gasped:
"I encountered a heavy rainstorm on the way. I hope to use your temple to take shelter for a while. I also hope that all the masters can make it convenient..."
The young man stopped speaking slightly and held the long sword in his hand.
"Brother, what's wrong?"
The girl spoke softly.
The young man raised his hand slightly to signal her not to speak.
The long sword in his hand was tilted horizontally, and he carefully observed the temple.
It's not big, just one hall and a dilapidated Buddha statue in the center.
The cobwebs were tangled, and it seemed that it had been abandoned for many years.
A hint of doubt flashed in the young man's eyes: With such a heavy rain, where did the people in the temple go?
If there is no one, then who made the bonfire in front of us?
"Let's rest first. It should have been left by passers-by."
The young man took off the soaked hero towel and spoke with relief.
In the distance, there seemed to be lightning flashes.
But there was no roar!
The girl nodded slightly and sat down gently in front of the bonfire, seemingly distracted.
She slowly raised her head, with a bit of confusion in her bright eyes, biting her red lips: "Brother, I don't understand something. How can that young master call himself a villain?"
"Isn't this an insult?"
The young man was silent for a while and said slowly: "I understand too. Maybe that young man is more open-minded..."
"elder brother....."
The girl was about to continue speaking, but was interrupted by the young man, whose fingers had already landed on the hilt of the sword.
In the distance, there were panicked footsteps.
His waist was slightly arched, almost like he was drawing a knife.
The cold light reflected his slightly solemn face.
"Quiet, you hide. Someone is coming soon. Remember, no matter who it is, don't come out!"
A flash of nervousness flashed across the girl's face. She hurriedly drew out her sword and carefully hid behind the pillar, staring closely at the temple door.
"call--"
The young man covered up some of the fire. .
Clang——
The temple door was knocked open, and cold wind and rain poured in.
An old black-haired woman holding a snake-head crutch rushed in in a panic.
The old woman was hunched over and her face was pale.
The black clothes all over his body were completely soaked, and he was holding a cloth bag in his arms, looking quite embarrassed.
Woman...
The young man frowned slightly and was about to take action.
A crisp voice sounded:
"Grandma, there is a fire here, you can warm yourself up."
The girl's rather concerned voice sounded.
younger sister!
The young man gritted his teeth in hatred.
Her sister didn't listen to her and actually came out without permission! !
"roll!"
The old woman roared like a wild beast, her face full of ferocity, like a she-wolf protecting food!
The girl's face turned extremely pale, and she was obviously frightened.
"Girl! Come here!"
The young man yelled and pulled his sister, with a hint of hatred in his eyes.
The long sword in his hand drew an arc on the ground.
"Senior, you and I draw a line here. Don't cross it!"
The young man said coldly.
"Brother, shouldn't we, the knight-errants of the world, respect the old and care for the young? Why do you think so?"
The girl was very aggrieved.
"What do you know? Is that something you can mess with casually?"
The young man's voice was very solemn: "When walking in the world, there are five things you should not mess with: the elderly, women, children, officials of the imperial court, and monks."
The moment when the wind and rain entered the temple.
He felt a bit cold.
This old man is quite in conflict with his "Pure Yang Tiangang"!
Moreover, with his nose opened, he just smelled an extremely strong smell of blood.
This old woman has blood on her hands!
squeak——
Another low sound.
Because of the heavy rain, another "guest" arrived in this small ancient temple!
This time, the young man's face was already very gloomy.
If it weren't for the sound of the door opening, he wouldn't even have felt that anyone was here.
An old man and a young man slowly stepped into the temple gate.
The old man is blind, but he has a kind face and kind eyes.
The child was obviously a boy who looked about seven or eight years old, with two towering hairdos, but he was dressed in blood-red clothes.
His eyes are white and his teeth are full of yellow!
The moment he saw the boy, the young man's face turned pale.
The hand holding the sword was trembling a bit.
He was impressed by both of these!
In Jianghu, there are four major lists.
They are the "Gods and Demons List" established by the imperial court's Xuanjing Department, which includes the top rankings in the world, the "Supreme List" that is unique and powerful in the world, and the "Fengyun List" that surpasses my generation in the world!
In addition to this, there is also a black list.
This is the world's number one intelligence organization, and the "Xiaoyao Pavilion", one of the "Five Gangs" in Jianghu Songs, was established.
There are a total of three hundred and sixty people, all of whom have been convicted of serious crimes.
And the man in front of him was the boy in blood who was number 350 on the black list.
The cultivation level of the fifth level of the Vajra Realm, a master of evil ways!
Killing like hemp!
"Old woman, leave the things to us! Give yourself a chance to commit suicide."
The kind-faced old man had a bit of gentleness in his eyes, but his words were extremely cold!
"No. 341 on the black list, the compassionate old man! The fifth level of the Vajra Realm!"
There was only bitterness in the young man's eyes.
At this moment, the "squeaking" sound sounded again.
The door opens again.
The young man slowly raised his head, almost despairing in his heart!
Black iron mask, steel hat, covered in pitch-black animal head scales.
There is a bronze mirror wrapped around the arm, and there is a token around the waist!
He is actually the Bronze Mirror Master of the Xuanjing Division!
Chen Xiu looked around the temple with a bit of amusement:
"Oh, there is a baby."
He was just taking advantage of the rainy night and being sparsely visited.
Go out and study the method of divine thunder.
In just a short moment, there were so many people.
Moreover, there are those who are carrying tributes!
