Qinglong is not a dragon, Qinglong is an organization.
The Qinglong Society has existed for hundreds of years. This organization is extremely mysterious and huge.
No one has ever known who is the helmsman behind the scenes. There are 365 days in a year, and there are 365 sub-helms in the Qinglong Club. The date of each day is the code name of one of the sub-helms. For example, March 20th, May 5th, and September 9th.
When the Qinglong Society has a conflict of interest in a certain place and needs to gather local forces, it will recruit local famous individuals, families or sects to be the local sub-rudders. They will receive a silver medal with a blue dragon soaring in the sky engraved on one side and the code name of the sub-rudder on the other side. If the person concerned openly refuses, it will lead to disaster.
The Ding family in Jiangnan received the Qinglong Silver Medal. But the old owner Ding Chengfeng is so heroic, how could he be willing to be a pawn of the Qinglong Society? So the Ding family was disintegrated by the Qinglong Society.
The Ding family was brutally wiped out. It has brought great shock to the world. It is said that people with lofty ideals have begun to secretly plan. In recent years, a secret organization has been formed to fight against the Blue Dragon Society.
This organization is called Qinlongmen. Qinlongmen is also an extremely mysterious organization, and no one knows who is leading it.
"It is said that six months ago, a mysterious man Fei Ge sent a letter to the head of Shaolin, saying that he had collected some important evidence of the Qinglong Society's evil deeds, and asked the head of Shaolin to find a suitable time to disclose the contents of the letter to the world's martial arts community, so as to gather all the aspiring martial arts people in the world. The scholars discussed together the plan to slay the dragon.
Master Qingxuan, the leader of Shaolin, knew that this matter was of great concern to the world of martial arts and did not dare to neglect it, so he asked Qiqiao Boy's first disciple, Linglong Hand, Duan Wuhen, to make a box to lock the letter, and gave the box to the three elders. Guard day and night. A martial arts post was also issued, inviting people from all walks of life to go to Shaoshi Mountain on the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, drink Laba rice porridge, and discuss plans to capture the dragon. "Ye Rongqiu said with a worried look on his face.
"I heard that the box is made of cold iron from the outside. It contains the Thunderbolt Hall's mechanical weapons, and with the lock made by the 'Linglong Hand' Duan Wuhen himself, no one else in the world can open it!"
"No matter how difficult the lock is, it will eventually be opened by someone. Locks are meant to be opened by people." Ding Xiaodao said calmly.
The Taoist priest in Qingyi who had been in the car outside suddenly said: "I heard that there was a man named Zhu Ting in the past, and his craftsmanship was no worse than that of Qiqiao boy. Even Lu Xiaofeng, who has four eyebrows, once said that there is no lock in the world that Zhu Ting cannot open."
"But Zhu Ting promised that he would have died of drunkenness or old age at any age..." Ye Rongqiu said unconvinced.
Taoist Qingyi smiled lightly and said: "Don't forget that Zhu Ting has a boss lady, and the boss lady is a boss lady who can give birth to children."
Zhu Ting's wife is called the boss lady.
"Don't forget that the landlady's children will also have children!" Ding Xiaodao said with a smile.
Many skills are passed down from generation to generation in this way, and they will be passed down from generation to generation in this way. What they say is extremely simple, but it is the truth.
Ye Rongqiu no longer refuted, he said with a sad face: "Since someone can open the lock made by Duan Wuhen, the Qinglong Society will definitely seize the box. If the head of Shaolin invites heroes from all over the world, doesn't it mean that he has given the Qinglong Society But if we take advantage of the opportunity, how can we be foolproof when the time comes?"
The old man in gray laughed and said: "It is impossible for the Qinglong Society to gather enough people to compete with Shaolin or even the entire martial arts world for a while, and they will not choose to openly make enemies of the world. The Qinglong Society has deep-rooted foundations and will not fight for Just one letter sent the entire gang to Shaolin, and besides, although their branches are spread all over the world, in Shaoshi Mountain, it’s not their turn to run wild!”
The old man in gray clothes was full of internal energy, and his laughter shook the wilderness. Everyone couldn't help but be inspired by his heroic spirit, and the gloom in their hearts was swept away.
Fragrant chariots and angry horses, canopy with tassels. A large and long carriage was driving on the official road from Luoyang to Dengfeng.
The horses pulling the carriage are three carefully selected Mongolian horses. The eaves of the carriage stretch out for a long time, and the driver sits on it without worrying about being exposed to the sun or rain. The coachman's seat was a long armchair, finely made and covered with animal skins. Even if you travel a long distance, you won't be too tired.
At this time, there were actually two people sitting in the driver's seat.
There was a man in gray clothes and a white beard, holding a tobacco pole as thick as a child's arm. He was not seen raising his whip to urge the horse, but the horse seemed to understand what he was saying. As he yelled, it walked eastward without haste or slowness. And go.
The other man is wearing white clothes and black fur, a handsome man named Fengshen. The eyebrows are full of confidence and freedom.
The man in white is of course Ding Xiaodao.
Ding Xiaodao held the wine bottle in his hand and took a sip from time to time.
"More than twenty years ago, Hong Tianhua, the master of the 72 waterways in Guangdong, Guangxi and Jiangsu and Zhejiang, was betrayed by his subordinates. He was exhausted after fighting hard and would rather jump into the river than be captured. At the critical moment, Hong Tianhua's best friend Zhou Ziheng drove alone. Ye Qingzhou arrived and fought hard with his opponents on the river for a day and a night. He killed countless enemy heads with the Qingfeng sword in his hand. When he was enjoying the battle, Hengzhou raised his sword and laughed wildly in the sky, scaring a few timid people. He had to fall into the river. In just one battle, Zhou Ziheng's reputation as 'One Sword Crosses the Boat' resounded throughout the world." Ding Xiaodao looked at the old man in gray and smiled and said, "Do you think he will use a pipe instead of a sword? ?”
The old man in gray clothes looked at Ding Xiaodao and sighed and said: "Young Master Ding really has good eyesight. I never thought that I, Zhou Zihengyuan, had been away from the customs for more than ten years and had been living in seclusion for more than ten years. I even changed my usual weapons, but you still recognized me!" "
"It's not that I have good eyesight, but last night at the beef restaurant I heard Xiao Ziye calling you Hengbo. Then I thought about how there are so few people with such courage in the world. It's hard not to guess! "Ding Xiaodao said with a proud smile.
"Hahaha, I'm old, I'm useless..." Zhou Ziheng laughed.
Ding Xiaodao crossed his legs and leaned against the car lattice. He looked back at the silent Taoist in Qingyi who was sitting in the car and said with a smile: "In the past, there was a rumor in the world that the Bashan swordsman Gu Taoist had a set of seven, seven and forty-nine moves. Wu Liujian has few opponents, but he was defeated by one man's sword."
The Taoist priest in green didn't move his eyebrows, he just said coldly: "Who can be undefeated forever?"
"The man who defeated Gu Daoren was also a Taoist priest, a Taoist priest from Wudang. His name was Liu Changfeng, 'Changfeng Swordsman' Liu Changfeng. It is said that once Liu Changfeng's Changfeng Sword Technique was launched, it was like the continuous wind blowing in the desert. He happened to be the nemesis of Hui Feng Wu Liu Jian. At that time, he was already one of the top masters in the world, but he suddenly disappeared." Ding Xiaodao raised his head and took a big sip of wine, looking at the Qing Yi Taoist and smiling. "I wonder if that person is you?"
The Qingyi Taoist's eyes were as bright as fire. He stared at Ding Xiaodao for a long time and said slowly: "You do know a lot!"
Ding Xiaodao was silent for a long time and sighed: "There is no way, something earth-shattering will happen in Shaolin this time. Shaoshi Mountain will definitely be in a mixed situation where we and the enemy are mixed. Of course I have to know whether you are friends or foes." He said slowly He took a sip of wine and then said calmly: "I can guess your origins, but I can't even guess the origins of Xiao Zizi even if I break my head. Who is he, so that you two can condescend to be his followers? The Emperor? Being a noble or aristocratic family cannot make you bend your back to serve people. After thinking about it, only the Qinglong Society or the Capture the Dragon Sect have such abilities and means, right?"
The air seemed to suddenly freeze, and all that could be heard was the clatter of horse hooves. The wind whistled past my ears, but it couldn't cover up my rapid heartbeat and breathing. Who can prove that he is not a member of the Qinglong Society? Who can prove that he is the one who captured Longmen?
Neither can Ding Xiaodao.
"Uncle Heng..." Ye Rongqiu called softly. His voice had changed. It was definitely not his previous voice.
"Huh..." Zhou Ziheng lightly reined in the reins, and the 'Cloud Car' slowly stopped.
"Xiao Ding, come here." Ye Rongqiu looked at Ding Xiaodao through the window and said softly.
Ding Xiaodao was startled. Why did Xiao Yezi's voice suddenly turn into a woman's voice? Could it be that he...
Before he could think about it, Ye Rongqiu urged him again. Zhou Ziheng looked at Ding Xiaodao with a half-smile, which meant a lot.
Ding Xiaodao had no choice but to jump out and walk to the trunk. He just felt that these few steps seemed to be longer than the streets of Luoyang.
The moment he opened the curtains, he froze.
