No one would have thought that Li Yuansong would lose his life in a golden basin. Now he has completely withdrawn from the world.
Along with him, there was also Huo Zhendong who died suddenly. He never imagined that the two of them were brothers and sisters, but they would eventually die on the same day.
But why did Huo Zhendong die suddenly?
This is also the question that Lu Xiaofei wants to know the truth most now. So when he saw that Li Yuansong died and Huo Zhendong died suddenly at the same time, he couldn't help but be stunned and shocked.
Because today his target is only Li Yuansong.
But he was immediately alert and retreated decisively.
Where is Lu Xiaofei?
Just when the incense burner exploded in the Li family courtyard and everyone was too frightened to pay attention, Lu Xiaofei took the opportunity to sneak into the inner hall and climbed out through the back wall of the inner hall.
The explosion of the incense burner caused everyone to panic. It was Lu Xiaofei's cover for his retreat, and it was naturally his fault.
In the past half month, Lu Xiaofei had already become familiar with the terrain and environment around the Li family. His final retreat route had also been planned, so he retreated calmly and simply.
A powerful killer must know how to retreat safely after killing with one blow without leaving any clues.
Killing is the purpose and task of a killer. How to kill a person requires means and methods, and there are thousands of these means and methods. In the concept of "that person", a top killer sometimes does not need to use martial arts to kill someone. Therefore, Lu Xiaofei's assassination did not require him to do it himself. He just planned everything according to the deployment and just waited for the result. And the reason why he stayed in the Li family yard was to confirm the result with his own eyes.
Now that he had confirmed that the mission was completed, he retreated immediately. Although he had a huge doubt in his mind.
Behind Li's house is a cluster of private houses. The ups and downs, criss-crossing alleys look like a maze from a distance, which is the best place to hide your traces. Lu Xiaofei's legs were no longer lame now. He jumped over the courtyard wall and fell into a deep alley.
However, he did not go straight along the alley, but kept moving along the wall of the alley, so that his speed was slightly slower.
At this moment, the figure rising from the sky in the Li family yard landed on the roof like an eagle. It was the young Taoist priest Ye Suzhen.
The young Taoist priest looked down from a high position and looked around with lightning-like eyes. He immediately spotted Lu Xiaofei in the alleyway.
Ye Suzhen frowned, and with a thought in his mind, he lifted up from the air again and flew straight towards Lu Xiaofei. The gray-white figure arrived in a flash as fast as a flying star chasing the moon.
"stop!"
A cold shout sounded from behind Lu Xiaofei. His heart was shocked, and when he looked back, he saw a figure as fast as lightning flying past under the warm March sun.
Lu Xiaofei's heart sank! The person who was worried in his heart has indeed followed the trail. Although it was just a quick glance, he already knew in his heart how high and extraordinary the person's skills were.
Although Lu Xiaofei was shocked, he was mentally prepared after all. He didn't say anything. When he saw that the figure was no more than ten feet away from him, he touched the ground with his feet and flew backwards like a bird. At the same time, he waved his hands, and two black shadows flew out of his hands and flew straight towards the pursuer.
The young Taoist priest wanted to keep this person with doubtful identity behind, so he was extremely fast, like an eagle hunting a rabbit. But when he saw the two black shadows coming towards him as fast as meteors, he was able to immediately stop his body, turned around in the air in an extremely graceful way, and stood up on the top of a roof with his toes, and at the same time His right hand shot out quickly, and a sword pointed out in the distance. This series of reactions was really done in one go, without any sloppiness.
Two sharp roars suddenly sounded in the air, and two sword energy flew out of the air, hitting two black figures in an instant. There were two explosions in the air, and two black shadows were shattered by the sword energy. Two black fogs exploded, blocking the young Taoist priest's sight.
The two black shadows turned out to be two iron pellets filled with gunpowder. They exploded when touched and were very powerful. They could be used as hidden weapons to hurt people or to cover retreats.
But Ye Suzhen's sleeves were fluttering, and the howling wind billowed with them, sweeping away all the broken iron pieces. He broke out of the fog in the blink of an eye, and his figure was not affected at all, and he still rushed towards Lu Xiaofei.
At this time, Lu Xiaofei had already stretched out his figure, and in the blink of an eye he had retreated three feet.
The young Taoist priest, who was as powerful as the wind, suddenly froze, and after two consecutive flips in the air, he stood upright in the alleyway. His handsome eyes flashed with cold light, staring at the alleyway in front of him.
It seemed as if something suddenly stopped the young Taoist priest from pursuing in this alleyway.
Seeing that Lu Xiaofei was about to disappear at the end of the alley, Ye Suzhen looked faintly angry. As soon as a cold light appeared in his eyes, the dark golden mark on his forehead suddenly deepened. He raised his right hand and slapped the sword box behind his back. At the same time, he exhaled and shouted in a deep voice: "Friend, stay here." !”
Following his cold shout, the mouth of the sword box popped open, and a long sword flew out of the box. Ye Suzhen drew the sword technique with his hand and pointed at Lu Xiaofei in the distance.
"Taiyi, go!"
As the young Taoist priest spoke again, the long sword turned into a flash of cold light in the sunlight under the influence of the movement of the sword. It was like a bolt of lightning that broke through the air and shot towards Lu Xiaofei with a "shoo" sound.
At the moment when Ye Suzhen suddenly stopped, Lu Xiaofei had already retreated to the corner of the alleyway, and the two of them were already seven or eight feet away from each other. But that flying sword was too fast. As soon as the Taoist priest's voice rang in Lu Xiaofei's ears, he felt a chill behind him, and then the wind roared again!
Lu Xiaofei was horrified and turned around hastily. His eyes suddenly became cold, and the sword's edge shot out with cold light.
Lu Xiaofei was so frightened that he lost his mind. He used all his strength to turn his hands sharply, with the technique like a seal in front of him, trying to block the shocking sword.
And his hands suddenly had a pair of black gloves.
Hearing a "clang" sound in the air, the flying sword stabbed Lu Xiaofei's chest and paused between his palms, as if the sword's edge was caught by an invisible net. However, the power of the sword remained unabated. The tip of the sword emitted a cold light, and a trace of sword energy pierced into the chest. Immediately, his flesh and blood burst open, shocking Lu Xiaofei until he vomited and blushed. He took seven or eight steps back, and then stopped when his heel hit the wall behind him. .
Lu Xiaofei did not grasp the edge of the sword with both hands, but stretched his fingers outward, so tight that blood came out of the gloves. It turned out that there was a silver thread as thin as hair between his hands. It was pulled by the fingers of his hands like a spider web, locking the flying sword tightly, so it made a sound like gold and iron. The silver wire must have been extremely tough and sharp. Under Lu Xiaofei's control, it actually cut his gloves open, causing his hands to bleed. But the huge power contained in the sword still caused severe pain in his arms, but the sword energy flowed into his internal organs as his own true energy traveled, and the meridians all over his body were suddenly as hot as if they were on fire.
Lu Xiaofei was extremely horrified. He did not expect that this young Taoist priest would have such extraordinary martial arts skills, and even master the sword-controlling method that existed in the martial arts like a myth! What he didn't even know was that the young Taoist priest just wanted to keep him, so he didn't attack with all his strength. Otherwise, Lu Xiaofei would never be able to withstand the power of this sword.
The two of them fought for just a few breaths, and Lu Xiaofei was already injured after trying his best to block it! How could he dare to fight when he was so frightened? He waved his hands, and there was a clanging sound between the silver thread between his palms and the blade of the sword again. Then he hit the flying sword to one side, and then gathered his remaining strength and jumped up, like a rabbit and a falcon. Falling down, he fell into another alley and escaped in embarrassment.
But the young Taoist priest was still standing there motionless, watching Lu Xiaofei disappear. Although he was unwilling to do so, he was not impatient. He saw the sword technique in his hand was drawn again, and the flying sword flew back like a spirit, and a stream of light fell on Ye Suzhen's hand.
The sword is three feet long, and its appearance is natural yet graceful and gorgeous. The cold light of the sword flows like a stream of autumn water. It is the famous sword of Chongzhen Town Sect - Taiyi.
It is said that decades ago, Lu Huaichen approached Tai Xigong, the best swordsmith in the world, to ask for a sword. Tai Xigong personally forged three swords for him, one of which was called "clothes pole". It was the sword that Lu Huaichen, the former master of Chongzhen, wore in his early years. One sword is called "Jingye", which Lu Huaichen passed on to his disciple Qi Huayang. The third sword is "Taiyi", which is the Taoist meaning of "one life is two, two is three, and three is all things". It is said that this sword can not only break stones, separate gold, and cut iron like mud, but also contains the spirit of the sword and has unparalleled divine power. Therefore, Lu Huaichen regarded it as a soldier of the Chongzhen Sect. It could not be matched by ordinary disciples, so dozens of Over the years, this sword has never been passed down to his disciples, and people in the world have only heard of its name but not its appearance. But now that Ye Suzhen can wear this divine sword, it proves how much Lu Huaichen values him.
Speaking of Chongzhen's three famous swords, the most interesting one is Lu Huaichen's "clothes pole". At first glance, this name has nothing to do with a sword. It is said that the reason why this sword got this strange name is that after the sword was completed, Lu Huaichen went to pick up the sword, but he did not want to encounter a heavy rain on the way and was soaked in water. He saw a black scrap sword that looked like a defective product next to Tai Xigong's sword-making furnace, so he took it and used it as a pole for drying clothes. When Tai Xigong saw it, he couldn't even laugh or cry, so he said that this was his sword, Lu Huaichen's, and asked him to give the sword a name. After Lu Huaichen learned the truth, he was not disappointed and said: "Tao teaches heaven and earth, and fate is known at a glance. Today I am using it to dry clothes, so why not just do what I want and call it a clothes drying pole." So this story spread throughout the world. It is cited as an anecdote by people in the martial arts world.
But it was said that Ye Suzhen was holding Taiyi, and his handsome face had a solemn look. His eyes were fixed in front of him, as if he had discovered something.
Immediately, he suddenly lifted up the hem of his clothes and the piece of clothes was suddenly and silently cut into two pieces in front of him. The young Taoist priest frowned and whispered to himself: "What a powerful trap!"
Under the sun, in the alleyway, there was a faint silver light swaying around where Ye Suzhen was standing. If you don't look carefully, you won't notice that this alley is covered with silver threads as thin as hair. These silver threads, which are invisible to the naked eye, are crisscrossed like a huge spider web, and Ye Suzhen is standing on the spider web. middle.
And these silver threads as thin as hair are extremely sharp. If Ye Suzhen hadn't noticed it and stopped in time, otherwise he would have rushed into this trap without noticing, he would have been cut into pieces immediately. .
What a powerful trap! Ye Suzhen couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart. No wonder the man retreated in the alleyway with strange movements. It turned out that he took the opportunity to set up a barrier trap at that time. This calm adaptability is really frightening to think about, and it is unparalleled.
"Since that man had such a meticulous plan, he must have something to do with Li Yuansong's sudden death." Ye Suzhen let out a breath, and with the movement of his wrist, Taiyi sword light flowed and swept out towards the surrounding silver spider web. A sound of golden blades striking each other sounded one after another, and the trap set by the silver wire was immediately cut off.
"This silver wire is not only sharp, but also extremely tough. No wonder that man was able to take my sword with his gloves on. This silver wire is so powerful, I don't know where it came from?" Ye Suzhen carefully squatted down to pick up a broken wire and observed it carefully, but Don't know the answer. After all, it was his first time entering the world, and many complicated and strange things were too unfamiliar to him.
Ye Suzhen returned the sword to its box and put away the broken silver wire. Thinking of the two corpses in the Li family's yard, he couldn't help but frown.
An originally lively retreat ceremony suddenly turned into a fatal disaster. This unexpected turn of events was something no one could have imagined. And he, Ye Suzhen, had just stepped into the Jianghu and encountered this bizarre and strange thing. It seemed that the Jianghu was not as simple and peaceful as imagined.
The young Taoist priest sighed softly and knocked on his forehead habitually, "Master, you know that I have never liked to be involved in right and wrong, but I never thought that I would be involved in right and wrong as soon as I stepped off the mountain. Is this trip to the rivers and lakes right or wrong? wrong?"
Li Yuansong was once a disciple of the Chongzhen Sword Sect, and now he died tragically in front of Ye Suzhen. Regardless of emotion or reason, he could not stand by and watch. However, Li Yuansong and Huo Zhendong died in such bizarre circumstances, and the suspicious person was no ordinary person. There are various signs that this death accident is not simple.
"What a headache." The young Taoist priest sighed again. He looked up at the sun in the sky, but felt suddenly a little cold.
Three days later, it was Youshi, a small town in the east.
Donglin City is a small place located a hundred miles away from Changzhou. Although the place is small, it is located on an important traffic road, so people from all directions gather and come and go, making it quite prosperous.
It was early in the night, and Donglin City was already brightly lit and crowded. It was the beginning of the night market, so it was very lively. On a relatively quiet street corner in the east of the city, an old man set up a stall selling haggis soup. Although it was a small business, the old man had been setting up his stall here for more than ten years, and people still came to frequent his business. Although you can't make a fortune from this kind of business, it's not bad to earn some scraps of money to live on.
The old man’s surname is Chen, and he seems to be in his early sixties. He has been running this small stall of haggis soup for more than ten years. Although he does not have a shop or a good location, his craftsmanship is very good, and he makes it. The lamb offal soup tastes authentic and delicious, unlike anywhere else. Therefore, Lao Chentou is also a well-known person in the snack industry around here.
Although the haggis soup stall is located in a remote place, the place is relatively clean and flat. With bamboo poles as the pillars and thatch as the roof, a simple shed was set up, a small stove, a large pot, and three small tables, which were the business assets of Old Chentou. It was the time when the lanterns were first lit. Old Chen hung up two lanterns, then sat next to the stove, picked up a small teapot and drank tea.
It was still early, and there were not many people passing by at the corner of the street. Lao Chentou's business was quite deserted, and there was only one customer now.
It was a guest who looked like a young gentleman. Old Chen had tea in his mouth and squinted his dry eyes as he looked at the guest - he looked to be only twenty-six or seventeen years old, with his hair tied up in a ribbon and wearing a black robe with a white collar. Although it is not gorgeous, anyone with a keen eye can tell at a glance that the fabric of the clothes is of high quality. He was born with delicate features and a handsome appearance, but his face lacked some color, and he looked a little pale and thin in the cold night of early spring in March. At first glance, he seemed to have the elegance of a scholar. Old Chen was quite old and had met a lot of people, so he could see a bit of calmness and calmness in the young man's gentle appearance.
The young master was sipping the haggis soup, thinking that the haggis soup tasted really delicious. He raised his eyebrows while drinking, and smacked his lips from time to time, as if he had endless aftertaste.
Old Chentou put down the teapot, stood up and walked to the stove, adding two pieces of dry wood to the stove. After a while, the fire became strong, and the pot began to stir and steam came out. The old man opened the lid of the pot, and a strong aroma suddenly floated out in the wind, which made people greedy.
Old Chentou skillfully used a long spoon to stir in the pot to check whether the mutton and haggis were delicious. He turned it over for a moment, frowned slightly, presumably because the heat was not enough, so he covered the pot again.
"This haggis soup tastes really good. Old shopkeeper, please give me another bowl." The only young customer opened his mouth. The bowl in front of him was already empty. He looked at the old man with a smile, obviously he still had more to say. .
"Okay, here it comes." Old Chentou responded quickly, quickly opened the lid of the pot, and scooped out another bowl of haggis soup. Seeing that the young man had a gentle attitude, he liked him quite a bit, so he added a few more pieces of mutton to the soup.
Old Chentou put the broth in front of the young man and said politely: "Sir, it's still a bit cold today. Drink two more bowls of soup to dispel the cold."
The young master smiled slightly, nodded slightly, and said: "Old shopkeeper, your craftsmanship is really good. This mutton soup tastes different from other places."
When Lao Chentou was praised, he couldn't help but feel a little happy. He rubbed his hands and said: "This little old man is just doing a small business, so how can he be worthy of being called a shopkeeper? When it comes to craftsmanship, it's even less impressive. It's just a superficial business."
The young master smiled casually and said: "The old shopkeeper is humble. I am not just saying polite words. I remember a year ago...well, it should be a year ago. When I first came to Donglin City, I drank I’ve always had an unforgettable taste of your haggis soup. So this time I revisited the old place, I made a point of trying it again. The taste has indeed not changed, and it’s still nostalgic.”
When Old Chentou heard this, he couldn't help but look at the young master carefully, but he still had no impression of him in his mind. He rubbed his hands and said with a little embarrassment: "Please forgive the old man's poor eyesight, but his memory is not very good. I really can't remember what happened when the young master came here a year ago. I heard that the young master's accent is not from the local area, but he is not from the local area." I wonder if the young master comes to Donglin City this time for business or is he just passing through?"
"I'm from the south." The young man was very kind and didn't care about the old man's abruptness. He said: "I am a restless person. I just like to walk around and see. This time I passed by Donglin and met an old friend. ." He seemed to like talking to people, so his words were very casual and without any thought.
Old Chen saw that the young man had no airs and was very friendly, so he started talking more. He said: "Young Master looks like he doesn't come from an ordinary family, right? The world is not peaceful these days, and it's much better to go out alone. It's better to be careful." Seeing that the young man looked elegant and thin, he kindly reminded him.
The young man smiled slightly, rolled his dark eyes, and said: "The old shopkeeper has his heart. It is said that Donglin City has always had simple folk customs, lively and peaceful people, and there are many people coming from north to south. I have never heard of this happening. What's up."
"How can there be peace these days?" Old Chen shook his head and said, "Our Donglin City is just a small place, and strong winds and waves cannot sweep this land, so it looks peaceful. But it's different elsewhere. I heard that a big event happened in nearby Changzhou recently, which is quite scary." It was rare for the old man to have someone talk to him when business was slow, so he inadvertently added a few words.
"Changzhou?" The young man raised his long eyebrows slightly, took a sip of soup, and said casually: "I am preparing to go to Changzhou for a tour, but I don't know what happened there?"
Old Chen Tou said: "I also heard this from a few people in the Jianghu who passed by here yesterday. I heard that two people died in Changzhou a few days ago. They were not ordinary people, but the famous Iron Sword Hero of Changzhou. Li Yuansong and his close friend Huo Zhendong. The old man has also heard the names of these two people. They are both famous knights in the world, and they are very powerful in martial arts. It is said that that day was the day when the hero Li Jinpen washed his hands and retired from the world, but I don’t know how. incident, Li Daxia and Huo Zhendong suddenly died suddenly one after another, and no suspicious people were caught at the scene. The situation is very strange. This terrible and strange incident can be regarded as the most sensational event in Changzhou in recent years."
After Old Chen finished speaking, he found that the young master's expression had not changed much, and he couldn't help but feel a little surprised. The young man raised his eyes slightly at this time and said with disappointment: "It's a pity. I once heard that Changzhou's customs and scenery are worth seeing, but now it has become a place of right and wrong. It seems that I don't have such luck for the time being."
"Yes, yes, the place of right and wrong should not be entered lightly." Old Chen nodded and said: "I heard that there are many strong men in the Jianghu in Changzhou now. Some of them are the same friends of the hero Li during his lifetime. They want to find the murderer to avenge the Iron Sword hero. There are also some people who came to watch the excitement. I heard from those Jianghu guests that there have been several hurtful fights due to misunderstandings in Changzhou in the past two days, and the situation is very complicated. Even some business travelers in the past are now It’s a detour.”
The young man made a soft noise and said, "With such a chaotic and complicated situation, I'm afraid some people in the world won't be able to find out the cause for a while, right?"
Old Chen shook his head and said: "I don't know about this. How can ordinary people like us understand such things in the world?"
Old Chentou had a good impression of the young man, so he added: "If you like to travel around, there are many good places to go around Changzhou. But I'll forgive you, although the young master is not like a man in the rivers and lakes." People, but they often go out, why not bring a few more followers? At least they can protect their own safety." He has seen many children from rich families traveling around in the name of traveling, and those people always take them with them With a bodyguard.
But I saw the young man smile heartily and said: "Old shopkeeper, where are we living in this world that are not rivers and lakes? Swords, guns, swords and halberds are rivers and lakes, so are firewood, rice, oil and salt. You said that we are far away from rivers and lakes, but that is not true. From your perspective, Looking out from this old stall, all you can see are rivers and lakes. Someone once said that where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, and you and I are all in the rivers and lakes."
After he finished speaking leisurely, he picked up the bowl and took a sip of the soup. It was slightly hot in the mouth and fragrant under the teeth.
When Old Chentou heard these words, he felt his heart skip a beat. He seemed to understand, but he felt that he didn't quite understand, so he laughed and said: "Young master, what you said seems to make sense. Those of you who have read , what he said is somewhat vague." He sighed softly, "Master, please take it easy, I won't say more." He took the bowl and walked away.
The young master said no more and continued to enjoy the bowl of haggis soup.
Old Chen Tou took some time off, drinking tea and looking around boredly.
This street is located in a remote area, so there are not many pedestrians coming and going. It seems a bit deserted in the lights of this first night. Old Chen's eyes wandered and he saw a person sitting in the corner diagonally opposite. Although Old Chen's eyes were a bit dim, he could still vaguely see that he was an old man in somewhat shabby clothes, with gray hair hanging casually. He had his eyes lowered, holding a huqin in his arms, and looked listless.
The old man looked like a wandering busker, but he didn't play the piano. The night wind was cold, so he rubbed his hands from time to time. Most of the passers-by thought he was begging as a busker, but since he didn't have a job with copper coins in front of him, they all felt strange and couldn't help but look at him a few more times. But the old man didn't care, and sat there as if no one was around. No one knew whether he was waiting for someone or something.
Old Chen curled his lips. He didn't care what the old man did. He had seen many strange people and things. Compared with those, there was nothing particularly strange about the old man holding the piano. His eyes turned to a place about fifty or sixty steps away behind the young master who was drinking soup. It was a restaurant.
The restaurant's name is Juxian Restaurant, which is considered a famous restaurant in Donglin City. Business is very prosperous on weekdays, but now it's only the lantern time of the first night, and the three-story restaurant is almost full.
Old Chentou has thought to himself more than once: If one day his mutton soup business is half as good as that of Juxian Tower, he will probably wake up laughing in his dreams. He also thought about going to that restaurant to have a glass of wine one day. But he just thought about it, in this world, people go to higher places and water flows to lower places. Those with bulging pockets must go to big restaurants to eat, drink and have fun. Rich people come to this corner to drink haggis soup. Doesn’t it mean that you have lost your identity?
Old Chentou sighed secretly and glanced across the top floor of Juxian Tower. He vaguely saw a man drinking alone by the window facing him.
The distance was a bit far, and the lights were dim, so Lao Chentou couldn't see the man's face clearly, and only saw a black figure. There were people laughing and joking upstairs, and many drinkers were walking back and forth upstairs, but that figure just sat alone, as if the noisy outside world had nothing to do with him, and there was a faint sense of loneliness and arrogance. After staring for a few times, Lao Chen felt that his eyes were sore. He was about to retract his gaze, but suddenly found that the figure had just turned his head and glanced down condescendingly, intentionally or unintentionally.
At that moment, Lao Chentou seemed to see a pair of eyes of the man light up, and the light shot down like two ice arrows.
The two of them were fifty or sixty steps apart, looking at each other through the air. Old Chen's eyes met the eyes of the man upstairs, and it was as if the two ice arrows penetrated his heart, and he felt a sudden chill in his heart. He was stunned for a moment, feeling a little incredible, then shook his head, rubbed his eyes and stopped looking.
At this time, a man carrying a load came from the corner of the street. He wore a straw hat on his head. As he walked, he shouted: "Bean skin... burnt and crispy bean skin..." The voice was not loud. Still hoarse. It turned out to be a salesman selling tofu skin snacks in the streets.
The salesman walked slowly and paused when he passed by the haggis soup stall.
The young man who was drinking soup raised his eyes to look at the salesman and said, "Buy bean curds."
The salesman turned his head and saw the young master, and then he came over carrying the burden.
