On a rainy night, the Shangguan residence on the outskirts of Chang'an City was blazing with flames, and the screams of men, women, old and children could be heard all the time. About twenty masked men in black were hiding in the woods outside the house, watching this human tragedy indifferently.
After a while, the screams gradually disappeared, and a man in black carrying a long knife stained with blood flew into the woods, knelt down and clasped his fists at the leader of the man in black.
"Chief, everything has been resolved!"
The leader of the men in black was silent for a long time, waved his hand and said calmly: "Let the brothers search carefully and make sure not to miss anyone."
"yes!"
The man in black who reported the news returned to the burning Shangguan mansion.
The leader of the men in black looked up at the falling raindrops and whispered: "The Shangguan family in Chang'an will be wiped out. The Li family in Yangzhou will be wiped out. The Bai family in Luoyang... what will happen?"
Someone beside him responded: "The Bai family will probably be fine."
"Really?" the leader of the men in black said, "It doesn't matter, I'm just taking money to do things."
After that, he turned around and walked deeper into the woods, followed by the other men in black. In the distance, the fire at Shangguan's house gradually extinguished, and blood mixed with rainwater flowed from the drainage channel of the mansion, dyeing the creek in the suburbs red. The Shangguan family, which has been famous for hundreds of years, has withered away.
In Chaolan Valley, a hundred miles north of Luoyang City, a group of people were running towards the valley under the cover of darkness. More than twenty people rode fast horses and guarded five carriages in the middle of the team. From among the carriages, the cries of children and women could be heard.
Not far behind them, hundreds of men in black holding various weapons were biting them tightly.
The situation was very urgent. At this moment, something unexpected happened. The shaft of a carriage broke and the horse pulling the carriage fell onto a boulder on the roadside and died. The men and horses immediately stopped and pulled out the elderly and children in the car.
"Boss Mo!" A young woman wearing white clothes and a white veil said loudly, "Take everyone into the valley! I'll hold them back!"
The man known as Boss Mo was about thirty years old and had a resolute face. Even in such a difficult situation, there was no anxious look on his face. He said to the woman in white: "Aji, they are all good players in various sects."
The woman in white had already pulled out the long sword on her horse and stood behind the crowd, staring coldly at the direction in which the man in black was coming. Everyone looked at the back of the woman in white. The moonlight was bright in the sky. The woman in white was standing tall and graceful, with her long hair flowing in the wind, like a picture of a fairy under the moon. Unfortunately, the fairy was holding a long sword and was filled with murderous intent.
The woman in white said with a smile: "Without holding them back, none of us can leave. We are about to enter the valley, and we can't stop here."
Boss Mo lowered his head and thought for a while, then raised his head and said, "Ah, do what you can. If you can't beat him, just run away."
Hearing Boss Mo say this, a man carrying a long bow said eagerly: "How is this possible! I'll stay too!"
"Brother Xiao," the voice of the woman in white suddenly became gentle, "You still want to set a trap in the valley, don't stay... Let's all go, trust me."
Everyone silently took out the luggage from the broken-down vehicle. No one said a word. They all knew what it meant to stay.
The longbow man gritted his teeth hard, and the vigorous man held back his reluctance and said loudly: "Survive!"
As Boss Mo waved his hand, the convoy continued to move towards the valley, and the men in black who were chasing them were already close at hand.
The man took off his long bow and shot four arrows at the man in black, but they were all shot down. The men in black who came to chase them were not ordinary killers, they all had special skills - after all, the strangulation of them tonight was not initiated by a single sect or organization, but... it was agreed upon by most of the rivers and lakes. Send all the experts out.
The motorcade gradually moved away, and the figure of the woman in white was no longer visible. At this time, someone exclaimed: "Boss Mo! We are here!"
A cave that could only accommodate one carriage appeared in front of everyone. This was the entrance to Chaolan Valley. Guarding here was a true man's duty.
Boss Mo waved his hand and shouted loudly: "Enter the valley!"
The group of people entered the valley in an orderly manner. The man with a long bow walked at the end of the group. He turned his head and looked in the direction he was looking, his eyes were a little sour. He was afraid that he would never see the woman in white again in this life.
The man in black was stopped by a woman.
The leading man in black asked loudly: "Who is blocking the road?!"
The woman in white smiled contemptuously, casually held a sword flower in her hand, pointed the tip of the sword directly at everyone, and said crisply: "Sword Immortal, Chen Yi!"
After saying that, the long sword thrust out, and Chen Yan turned into a ray of white light, stabbing straight at the man in black who had just spoken.
The four words "Sword Immortal Chen Yan" can still give people goosebumps in the world of martial arts. Her light kung fu is unparalleled in ancient and modern times, and her swordsmanship is superb. No one knows where she ranks on the master list, but no one in the top ten is willing to fight with her. She is the only strange person in the martial arts today whose nickname is "Xian".
There are many masters from famous sects among these men in black. Even if they are enemies with Chen Yan, it is a worthwhile trip to see such body and sword skills. Seeing this crisp sword strike, many people secretly applauded, and some even wanted to spar with Chen Yan alone. It's a pity that the purpose of tonight is to kill all the remaining members of Changfeng Tower by any means necessary, so these rules of the world cannot be followed.
Chen Yi had already entered the enemy formation and was able to move around among hundreds of masters by himself with ease.
The shouts of killing were heard everywhere, so loud that even the longbow man guarding the exit of the valley could hear clearly.
It was almost dawn, and the Chaolan Valley was quiet. The man with the longbow had already laid out traps. A few years ago, the owner, Mr. Mo, spent a huge amount of money to hire someone to build a stronghold in Chaolan Valley so that he could stay here temporarily when he was desperate. The terrain in the valley is complex and difficult for intruders to enter.
The man with the longbow did not enter the depths of the valley to join the crowd, but stood guard at the exit. He firmly believed that the miraculous woman would survive. It's like this every time. She's responsible for the aftermath, and everyone thinks she's in trouble, but she's able to turn danger into good.
At dawn, the man couldn't wait any longer and decided to leave the valley.
As soon as they came out of the valley, they saw many people rushing towards them in front of them. The originally depressed and sad man suddenly laughed. Yes, she survives every time.
Of course, it's not easy.
Chen Yan had been fighting with these masters for half a night, and he already had several stab wounds on his body. She no longer dared to fight, but relied on her extreme lightness to fly toward the valley. If it were normal, let alone the pursuers riding fast horses, even riding a phoenix would not be able to catch up with Chen Yan. But now she had lost too much blood and was exhausted, unable to escape the pursuers.
"Aji!" the man shouted, took out his long bow and shot three arrows at Chen Yi.
Chen Yan looked at the flying arrows and understood instantly. She gathered up her last bit of inner strength and jumped into the air. She tapped her toes in the air and stepped on three arrows in a row, as if she was jumping on the ground. When she stepped on the second arrow, she raised her sword Throw hard. With a little more force on the third arrow, her body suddenly shot forward and stepped on the sword she had just thrown - this is her famous skill. This set of light skills originally had no name, but martial arts people call it "imperial". sword".
The long sword fell to the ground, and Chen Ji, who had exhausted all his internal strength, fell downwards like a falling stone. The man with the long bow hurried forward to catch Chen Ji and put her in his arms.
"Ah! Ah!" He called to the woman in his arms.
Chen Yan's body was hot, his face was pale, and he was as angry as a thread.
But she still opened her eyes and said weakly: "Brother Xiao... enter the valley..."
Without any further hesitation, the man picked up Chen Yan and ran towards the valley desperately.
That day, the Bai family in Luoyang City.
Bai Ruoyun is thirty-five years old this year and has two sons and one daughter. Daughter Bai Xueyan is four years old this year, eldest son Bai Boju is three years old, and second son Bai Zhonglian is two years old. The second son is not his own biological child, but an orphan brought back from the Western Regions last year.
Bai Ruoyun was sitting in the lobby of the official residence, frowning. Things are not looking good right now. He knew that the Shangguan family in Chang'an and the Li family in Yangzhou had suffered a tragedy last night. If nothing else happens, the people from Changfeng Tower should have entered Chaolan Valley.
What should the Bai family do? Protect yourself wisely? Or... give it your all?
How to blog? There are more than seventy people in total who are nursing and dying at home. Now in Luoyang City, there are estimated to be hundreds of assassins in the open and in the dark. The children are still young, the wife is about to give birth again, and Po Wen has just arrived. There were internal and external troubles, and the family was in chaos.
Although the Bai family became famous later than the Shangguan family and the Li family, the huge family fortune cannot be ruined by their own hands.
Just when I thought of this, I suddenly heard a sound of clothes flying in the yard, followed by the guards exclaiming: "Who is this!"
Bai Ruoyun rushed out of the lobby and saw a middle-aged man in his forties, luxuriously dressed, appearing in the yard.
He knew this man. Of course, everyone in the world probably didn't know him.
The leader of the Thorn Clan, Qiao Fei.
Bai Ruoyun stretched out his hand to stop the guards who were about to rush forward, smiled slightly, and said: "Master Qiao, you're fine. What's the matter with noble people stepping on lowly soil?"
Qiao Fei also smiled, and with the majesty and grace of a superior, he spoke back: "I don't go to the Three Treasures Hall for anything. Qiao is here this time... Mr. Bai must know what I am doing."
"Hahaha," Bai Ruoyun said with a smile, "Let's not play riddles anymore. Does Master Qiao want to monopolize it, or..."
Before he finished speaking, Qiao Fei said: "Destroy it. Mr. Bai, it's better not to keep some things."
Bai Ruoyun walked down the steps and came to Qiao Fei, whispering: "You can destroy it...but I want to know something."
"Excuse me, Mr. Bai."
"Are you coming here on behalf of the Thorn Sect, or on behalf of the entire Jianghu?"
"Mr. Bai thinks highly of Qiao. The Thorns Sect can't be the master of the world yet. But Mr. Bai should know that if it hadn't been for the Thorns Sect and Qiao, the Bai family would have..."
I won't say it too clearly.
Bai Ruoyun smiled bitterly, he understood Qiao Fei. If there are any decent people in this world, Qiao Fei is definitely one of them. The various sects in the world joined forces to kill the Li family, Shangguan family and Changfeng Tower. This was an unjust act. If Qiao Fei hadn't been the mediator in the middle, the scale of the killing would have been even greater.
Bai Ruoyun took out a piece of paper from his sleeve and handed it to Qiao Fei. He sighed and said, "The secrets of the world collected by the Bai, Li, and Shangguan families over the past hundred years are all here. Master Qiao can burn them to the ground, and in the next thirty years , the Bai family will no longer interfere with Jianghu affairs. Are you satisfied?"
Qiao Fei shook his head, and Bai Ruoyun's eyes gradually became angry, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Master Qiao, don't bully others too much."
"Mr. Bai, you understand wrong," Qiao Fei remained calm, "We will definitely destroy the secret here, but the Bai family cannot withdraw from the world."
Bai Ruoyun was a little confused and asked doubtfully: "Why?"
"The Bai family has always only sold information and not participated in grudges. This is better than the Li family and the Shangguan family. The Bai family just pretended to admit their mistakes and then stayed quiet for a few years. After the anger among the Jianghu people has passed, the Bai family will still be the same. In the past, the Bai family. The world needs checks and balances. If they didn't have the slightest restraint, I'm afraid they would be even more excessive than they are now."
"Hey," Bai Ruoyun said, "I don't want to be like this, but people's hearts are scary. The Li family and the Shangguan family are examples."
Qiao Fei said: "That's it for now. It's useless to say more. Mr. Bai, think about it carefully. Qiao takes his leave."
After speaking, he turned around and walked out of Bai's house.
Seeing Qiao Fei's disappearing back, Bai Ruoyun sighed again and slowly sat on the steps. A man in his thirties instantly aged twenty years. He knew that from today on, the Bai family would never be as glorious as before. He only felt a tightness in his chest, and then he coughed violently. He stretched out his hand to cover his mouth, and there was blood flowing between his fingers.
The coughing became worse and worse, and finally, a mouthful of blood spurted out. The surrounding nursing homes recovered from the shock and hurriedly called the doctor at home.
Bai Ruoyun looked at the sky, cried bitterly, and shouted loudly: "Yuzhuo! Fengyao! Brother Cheng! Changfeng! I, Bai Ruoyun, can't help you!"
After shouting, the whole person stooped down. At this moment, a baby's cry came from the backyard, and a little maid ran out with joy on her face, shouting: "Master! Master! My wife has given birth! It's a boy!"
This is the only good thing about the Bai family.
In Yangzhou City, the door of the Huwei Escort Bureau was closed. The people passing by the door felt very strange. Normally at this time, the escorts and bodyguards of the Escort Bureau should be boxing and practicing martial arts. Why is it so quiet today? If someone stopped at this time and smelled carefully, they would be able to smell the faint smell of blood in the air.
In the backyard of the escort agency, Chen Ling, the head of the Huwei Escort Agency, and his sons were covered in blood, with their hands tied behind their backs. They were kneeling on the ground. On the other side were the women, children, and children of the escort agency who were huddled together. All the escorts and agents of the escort agency were already dead.
Chen Ling is fifty years old. He looks like a young man in his thirties with his muscular body. His fierce face was full of fortitude, and even though the whole family was being restrained at this moment, he showed no fear at all.
A dozen men in black wiped the blood on the steel knives with cold eyes, as if what they saw in front of them were not people, but lambs waiting to be slaughtered.
The leading man in black squatted in front of Chen Ling and asked in a low voice: "Mr. Chen, let me ask again, where is Li Fengyao?"
"Humph," Chen Ling sneered, "The Li family is kind to my Chen family. I don't know the whereabouts of the eldest lady. Even if I really know, you can't ask a single word from me."
The man in black said nothing and waved his hand. A man in black dragged Chen Ling's fourteen-year-old son out and stabbed him in the heart without waiting for mercy.
Chen Ling almost gritted his teeth and his eyes were about to burst. He said angrily: "If it weren't for the Li family, I, Chen Ling, would have starved to death on the streets forty years ago. How could I still have this family fortune? Let alone killing one of my sons. , so what if you kill my whole family?!"
"Okay," the man in black nodded, "It's up to you."
The man in black stood up, waved his hand, and said: "This old guy really doesn't know. Don't waste time. Kill them all. Go back and recover as soon as possible."
The men in black are all professional killers. For them, killing is as simple as eating and drinking. With a knife in hand, the heads of good people roll off.
Ye Yu Xiaozhu is the most powerful killer organization in the world. They are very strict about rules. As long as they are given enough money, they will kill anyone and will never reveal their employer's information.
Tang Ju is a disciple of the Tang Clan in Shuzhong. His surname is not Tang. He is just an orphan. He was adopted by the Tang Clan since he was a child and has always been an outer disciple. He has no dreams, as long as he has enough to eat and drink. Later, the Tang clan was in trouble, and Tang Ju escaped and changed his name from then on. Forced to make a living, he joined Yeyu Xiaozhu.
He kills people for food. Many people have died at his hands over the years, too many to count.
With the knife in his hand, another member of Huwei Escort died under his own hands. The eyes of his colleagues were the same as his own, without fear or anger, and they were waving their knives mechanically.
Then he stopped.
In the corner, the female relatives of Huwei Escort Agency crowded together, screaming and crying. Their only fate is death. However, one person caught his attention, a little girl, about two years old. The little girl's eyes were empty, and her fair little face was stained with blood.
Tang Ju knew this little girl. She was Chen Ling's granddaughter, Chen Minyue.
Chen Minyue stared blankly at the killers who were killing her mother and aunts. She didn't know what fear was, nor did she understand what death meant. All she knew was that everyone was unhappy and they were all crying.
Why are you crying?
At that moment, Tang Ju remembered that more than ten years ago, he was living on the streets of Shuzhong and was picked up by a trafficker. Since he was dumb and no one wanted to buy him, the traffickers decided to chop off one of his arms and legs and make him beg for food. Just when he was about to take action, the master appeared.
"This baby's muscles and bones look good. They are a good material for martial arts training. How much does it cost? I bought it."
Such dull eyes must have been like this back then.
The colleague had already raised the steel knife towards the little girl, but by some mistake, Tang Ju used the scabbard to block the knife of his colleague. His colleagues looked at him in surprise.
"What?" asked the colleague.
Yes, what? What do you mean by yourself?
"She..." Tang Ju whispered, "She is useful."
"What's the use?"
Tang Ju didn't know, but Tang Ju felt it, and there was a fire burning in his frozen heart.
He understands Xiaozhu's rules, either the target dies or he dies.
At that moment, he had an idea. When his colleagues were not paying attention, he picked up the little girl and jumped over the wall.
The people in black stayed for a while, and they didn't understand what Tang Ju meant by this move.
The leader came to his senses and said viciously to his men: "You two, catch up with them and come to me with your heads up!"
Tang Ju felt that he was crazy. He had never been so irrational. In a flash of enthusiasm, he rescued the little girl, but what to do next? I'm not bad at martial arts, but how can I defeat the entire Ye Yu Xiaozhu?
The little girl was held in his arms, her expression still dull, showing no joy or sorrow. His colleagues have already caught up. These two are Xiaozhu's masters. He can't beat them, not to mention he has a child.
In the woods outside Yangzhou City, three people fought together. In a short time, Tang Ju was stabbed several times and his injuries were serious. Another person who wasn't paying attention was stabbed in the left chest, almost penetrating his body. At that moment, he lost all his strength.
It's over, it's all over. In this life, I may only live for myself today.
A colleague walked up to him and said coldly: "Brother, I'm offended."
The sword slashed down, but Tang Ju didn't feel the hit. He raised his head and saw a person standing in front of him. He is wearing a monk's robe and has a bald head. He is a monk. Looking at the back, this monk is quite young.
"Amitabha." With the Buddha's name, the killers were stunned.
They didn't see clearly how the old monk appeared. Moreover, he blocked the steel knife with only his hand, and the blade did not hurt his palm at all.
The man in black said coldly: "Great monk, please avoid the grudges between our own brothers."
"Donor," the old monk whispered, "you are too murderous."
"Hmph, don't think you Shaolin..."
He didn't finish his words, because he flew backwards and broke a large tree as thick as a human waist. The impact was too great and his lower body was shattered to pieces. Looking at the old monk again, his face was full of anger, and his pupils were filled with blood.
"The Buddha is also angry!"
With one palm strike, the man in black two battles away had his sternum shattered and died immediately.
Instantly killed two Yeyu Xiaozhu's masters.
The old monk walked to Tang Ju and knelt down.
Tang Ju's eyes began to blur, and he understood that he would not survive.
"Great...Master...save..."
"Donor," the old monk held Tang Ju's hand, "your injury is too serious, I'm afraid..."
"No...she...she..."
Tang Ju used his only strength to lift the little girl out of his arms. The old monk took the little girl and asked, "Who is she?"
"Chen...Chen Ling..."
"Donor Chen's granddaughter?"
Tang Ju had no strength to speak, and almost no strength to even open his eyes. The old monk seemed to know everything. He said softly: "If you hear the Tao in the morning, you can die in the evening. It is respectable for the donor to know how to return when he has lost his way."
Hearing these words, Tang Ju smiled and felt relieved. It turned out that this was the feeling of doing the right thing.
The old monk placed the little girl on the ground, clasped his hands together, and recited the "Rebirth Mantra" silently.
After reciting the rebirth mantra, the old monk looked at the little girl and asked kindly: "Little donor, what is your name?"
The little girl replied with a babyish voice: "Chen Minyue."
"Let's go with the old monk."
"I want to go home, daddy, mommy."
"Why……"
In the world of misery, there is only sighing.
In the grove outside Yangzhou City, the sigh of Master Zhicheng of Shaolin Temple brought an end to this bloody storm.
