The poem says: The rain and dew are flying across the sky, and the rivers, oceans, water and fire are green and green. Looking sideways, soldiers and wind and dust are rising, but I am the only one who can resolve the confusion with my roar.
Morning, Floating Cloud Valley.
There was heavy fog.
It seems that there are endless grievances and turmoil in the world, and it is also like the endless troubles and confusions in the world. A sense of confusion lingers around me, lingering.
Occasionally, there are a few apes and birds chirping, and the valley is crisp and clear. But it seems to be reminding passers-by not to go any further. It is full of unspeakable evil and a huge conspiracy.
However, people will not give up their progress just because of the difficulties ahead.
With the sound of horse hooves, a group of people and horses came to the outside of Floating Cloud Valley, supporting a sedan chair. The first two rode their horses to clear the way for them. One of the two men has a serene and steady face. He is nearly forty years old. He holds a long knife upside down in his hand. The blade is more than two feet long and the handle is about seven feet long. The name is "Yan Yue". People in Jianghu say that this man's swordsmanship is magical. Every stroke of his sword is like the light and shadow of the moon in the west gutter, which is incomparably beautiful, hence the name. The man next to him had a resolute and cold life, and was similar in age to the man holding the knife, but this man was using his bare hands. What is striking is that there are two fist-sized flames tattooed on the sleeves of their right arms, one up and one down. The flame on the arm of the person holding the long sword is green, and the flame on the shoulder of the person is golden. The right arms of the rest of the people behind him are also pierced with a large golden fire, which seems to be burning blazingly.
In the Floating Cloud Valley, the fog is thicker.
Dozens of skeletal faces faintly appeared in the mist, and then disappeared one after another.
A horse neighed, and the men and horses had arrived in the valley. The leading unarmed man tightened the reins and exclaimed in surprise: "What a murderous intention!"
The man holding the long sword raised the sword high in the air and said to the people behind him: "The fog here is ominous, everyone, please be careful."
In fact, he also reminded everyone outside. Everyone is on high alert. But just as he finished speaking, the people behind him screamed several times, and seven or eight people fell to the ground almost at the same time. Then there were two eerie and hoarse laughters from the valley.
The man holding the long sword held the "Beautiful Moon" in his hand horizontally, and said to the man with two golden flames on his arm: "Mr. Murong, protect the young hall master!" After hearing this, the man responded with all his attention, drove his horse and followed the disciples behind him. Together they protected the sedan behind them. At this time, arrows were falling all around, and the man with the long sword had already left the horse. Flying in front to dial Diao Ling. Where the sword flashes, the arrows are scattered lightly. It seems to be afraid of its edge and float away.
Manager Murong also caught the arrow lightly with his bare hands in front of the sedan chair, showing extraordinary dexterity. His hands were as strong as iron and as agile as a bird pecking at them. In an instant, dozens of arrows had been broken in his hands. It's a pity that at this time, more than half of the disciples behind him were killed or injured.
Suddenly, the hidden arrows around them stopped flying, and dozens of assassins wearing skull masks, each armed with weapons, surrounded the sedan.
The man with the long sword led the crowd forward to fight. The Yanyue sword was invincible and unstoppable. The skeleton assassin screamed repeatedly as he was killed. At this moment, a person suddenly descended from the sky and stopped in front of the Yanyue Knife. This man's face was extremely thin, and it seemed that only a piece of human skin covered his head. Kuang's face is as white as paper. The eyes were half open and half closed. This appearance is born on a body that can be blown away by the wind. Wearing a dark gray and slightly baggy robe, he stood weakly in front of the Yanyue Knife. It makes people not feel like their souls are flying into the sky, they feel that he is the immortal skeleton of Yinsi, the impermanence that demands life.
"Yanyue Dao" paused for a moment in front of him, feeling horrified in his heart. Apparently he was frightened by this ghost in the world. This horror was dissipated by "Yanyue Dao" in just a flash. He wanted to ask, but the ghost in front of him spoke first.
"The Yanyue Sword Lu Yun is truly worthy of being the best sword in the world!" The words were so eerie that they seemed to come from hell.
Yanyue Sword Master felt calm after hearing this. Luyun was his real name, but he didn't take the title of the best swordsman in the world seriously, and simply said: "It's all just a name." Then Lu Yun yelled and asked: "Who are you, you dare to block my way to the Golden Fire Hall?"
The living skeleton that looked like a human but not a human said: "I am not a saint, I just want to ask for advice from the Central Plains martial arts master!" As he spoke, the skeleton had already moved and attacked Lu Yun. Lu Yun turned slightly and slashed with his sword. Its two palms. The skeleton man quickly retracted his hand and hit Lu Yun in the chest with another palm. Lu Yun lightly placed the Yanyue Sword's blade across his chest, connected the blades with each other, and punched the back of the blade. The two fists hit both sides of the Yanyue Knife at the same time, and the skeleton moved slightly back two steps.
Lu Yun took advantage of this and slashed his sword across the shoulder. Seeing this figure, the skeleton man floated back seven feet, floated up again, and used all his strength to use his palms to drive towards Lu Yun through the air. The two of them were ten feet apart, but Lu Yun felt a sinister aura coming towards him. Lu Yunji withdrew his sword and retreated seven feet away from the side, just dodging the palm. The disciples behind Lu Yun were watching the battle. They didn't know what to look for, but they were receiving the force of the skeleton man's palm. Five or six people screamed and fell to the ground. In a moment, their heads turned into skeletons, but their bodies were still intact.
Everyone was shocked when they saw it. Lu Yun stood aside and exclaimed in shock: "Evil technique!" The skeleton smiled sinisterly, and then flew towards the sedan chair protected by Manager Murong. Lu Yun also flew up and followed closely behind.
The sedan has already been planted with more than a dozen hidden arrows fired by the skeleton assassin just now. The people in the sedan were extremely calm and didn't take it seriously. This man was just over twenty. He was dressed in a red robe, with black hair scattered around his head. On his heroic face, two discordant black eyes shone with a proud light. Two arrows beside him were aimed at the man's ribs, and the arrow tips seemed to have touched his clothes. He ignored them.
"Young Hall Master, be careful!" Manager Murong from outside the curtain told the young man in red in the sedan.
The young man in red just smiled and suddenly flew out of the sedan chair, meeting the skeleton man flying towards him. The man in red showed no fear at all, and struck preemptively with his palms. He beat the skeleton man back in a row and retreated, only to have a chance to breathe. Unconsciously sighed: "This is the birth of a tiger's son!" After talking, he fired two palms in succession, the power of this palm was the same as that of attacking Lu Yun. It hit the man in red directly. The man in red had not yet touched the ground, but he had already turned around and sent out two palms, but saw two flames coming out of his hands. The palm power of the skeleton man was completely destroyed. Suddenly nothingness. Seeing this, the skeleton man laughed strangely and disappeared in the mist. Seeing his defeat, his subordinates also retreated. +
Lu Yun and Manager Murong did not pursue each other, but came to the man in red and said: "Young Hall Master's Yanmo Sword has indeed improved rapidly. It has reached the Seventh Success Power of the old Hall Master. In time, it will surpass the power of the old Hall Master's sword energy." ".
The man in red didn't care, he snorted and smiled, and said: "I'll kill him in a few days, leaving no trace of him behind." After that, he rushed forward. Chief Murong stepped forward to block the way: "The sky here is thick with fog, and the thieves are hidden but we are clear. Young Hall Master, please give up your loyalty and don't need to chase." The man in red did not listen to the advice and ran away into the fog. Manager Murong couldn't stop him. Lu Yun said hurriedly: "Brother Murong is here to protect the birthday gift of Haomengyuan. I will go and recover the young hall master!" Manager Murong agreed. Lu Yun left the crowd behind and jumped into the mist in front of him.
Not long after Lu Yun stepped forward, he realized that the young hall master had suddenly disappeared. Governor Lu Yun thought something was wrong, and he was afraid that the young hall master would be in trouble, so he stopped and looked around. Unfortunately, it was foggy and the area I could see was less than a foot long, so how could I find it? Lu Yun called out several times but received no answer. Lu Yun was dejected and at a loss. Suddenly, he felt the wind coming from behind his palms. Before he could take precautions, those palms were full of force and hit Lu Yun on the back. Lu Yun was completely helpless and was hit so hard that he flew over two feet away. His body was square. Steady, there are two palms coming from the mist ahead. Lu Yun was hit in front of Lu Yun's chest. Lu Yun was still in shock and pain, and was hit with several palms on his back. The palms were full of force. Lu Yun felt that the world was spinning, a mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth, and he immediately collapsed to the ground, not knowing whether he was alive or dead...
Lu Yun followed the man in red for a long time, but there was no reply. Chief Murong, who was guarding the sedan, knew something was wrong. He told the remaining men under his command: "Guard the sedan well, and I will go find the young hall master and Chief Murong." It turned out that Lu Yun was the chief steward of Jinhuo Hall, and Chief Murong's name was Murong Di. A famous martial artist. With his unique skill of golden hook and iron hand, he is powerful. He and Yanyue Dao Luyun worked together as the masters of the Jinhuo Hall, and were respectively the chief and deputy general managers. They also taught their martial arts to the young master of the Jinhuo Hall.
Murong Di's orders were decided, he got up and rushed towards the mist. Not far away, he saw a man in front of him wearing a skull mask and holding a steel knife blocking the way. Murong Di noticed this person beforehand. When the other skeleton assassins were fighting with the disciples of the Golden Fire Hall, he raised his knife and watched the battle. Never took action. Now he saw Murong Di going to look for someone, but he stopped him.
Murong Di asked in confusion: "If you are a friend, please come up and drive?"
The man ignored him and just said: "Look at the knife!" After saying this, he swung the knife to chop. Murong Di dodged sideways, but the man swept him across the way. Murong Di raised his left foot and kicked the hand holding the knife. The man staggered due to the kick and almost threw away the knife in his hand. The man shook his right hand holding the sword and said to himself: "It's really good!" Then he said to Murong Di: "I'm going to take a few blows from me." After saying that, he swung the sword to fight again.
Murong Di noticed that this person's sword skills were quick and complex, and were not bound by the sect's routines. However, he did not practice much. His sword skills were fast but not stable, and he was smart but not precise. Murong Di slightly used his golden hook and iron hand to dodge and deal with it calmly, but it made the man dizzy. After a dozen moves, Murong Di easily snatched the knife from the man's palm and threw it aside. Seeing that this man was no match for Murong, he turned around and ran away. Murong's enemy then chased him, and just as he was about to capture him, he suddenly heard the man shout: "Look at the escort!" Then the man turned around and threw an object towards Murong.
Murong Di slowed down his steps, took out his hand to catch him, and looked intently, but it was the mask on the man's head. Murong Di was furious and smashed the skull mask into pieces. Seeing that the man had already fled away, the man looked back and smiled as he ran, "Goodbye Xianyun Pavilion!" Murong Di watched that the man had disappeared in the mist. Looking back at that moment, it was hard to see his face, but his strange big eyes were particularly memorable. Murong Di had no intention of chasing him away and threw him in the direction Lu Yun was going.
After walking for a short time, someone came vaguely in front of me. When the man came closer to take a look, it was none other than Lu Yun. Lu Yun's body was covered with blood stains, and he walked toward Murong's enemy with a knife in hand. Upon seeing this, Murong Di hurriedly stepped forward to support Lu Yun. He asked: "Brother Lu, how could this happen? Where is the young hall master?" Lu Yun fell into Murong's enemy's arms and reluctantly replied: "The young hall master was killed, and Lu also suffered an accident!" After saying this, he fainted again. past. Seeing this, Murong Di felt anxious, but he had no choice but to help Lu Yun back to the place where the accident happened.
Murong Di temporarily placed Lu Yun in a sedan chair to rest, and then drank the ammunition to kill him, so everyone stopped moving forward. Murong Di waited quietly beside the sedan chair for Lu Yun to wake up. The rest of the people went to the surrounding areas to look for the young master of the Golden Fire Hall.
I don’t know how much time has passed, but the heavy fog has not receded yet. Floating Cloud Valley is still floating and floating. The disciples of Jinhuo Hall were dead and dead everywhere. The people who went to look for the young hall master have returned, but they all said they had not seen any sign of him.
Lu Yun gradually woke up in the sedan chair. He slowly said: "Mr. Murong, can you find the young hall master?" Murong Di said: "There is no trace, it is difficult to know whether it is good or bad." Lu Yun said: "Through this valley, not far ahead is the Good Dream Garden. Lu has I am injured and cannot congratulate Hero Wu on his birthday. Please send Brother Murong auspicious message and say hello to Hero Wu on my behalf. I want to return to Jinhuo Hall to die. I will tell Hall Master Yan what happened along the way and then make a decision!" Murong Di nodded silently in agreement. Lu Yun stood up from the sedan chair, held his knife and staggered away. After Murong Di watched Lu Yun go, he led the remaining troops to continue moving forward.
The men and horses had already traveled more than half of the way in the fog of Floating Cloud Valley. Murong Di sighed on his horse: "The thick fog that cannot be lifted." All the disciples moved forward uneasily, not knowing if anything else would happen ahead.
"Young Hall Master is in front!" His subordinate's words broke the depression in everyone's hearts.
Everyone looked up and saw a man in red hanging on the tree in front of them. The man in red called out: "Mr. Murong, come and save me!" After hearing this, Murong Di led everyone and hurried forward. When I got closer, I saw that it was Yan Zhen, the master of the young hall. He was hanging on a tree with his hair disheveled. He had been hit by several arrows and his blood was soaked through his red clothes. Not only was Yan Zhen's head tied with a rope, his limbs were also tied up with ropes, and his arms were so high that he seemed to be cut into pieces.
Murong's enemy saw this and wanted to step forward to rescue him. Suddenly there was another rain of arrows flying all around, and the enemy retreated his disciples, leaving Murong Enemy alone in front to greet the rain of arrows with his bare hands. At this moment, a creaking sound was heard on the tree, and Yan Zhen's limbs were indeed straightened by the rope. Yan Zhen screamed loudly in pain, Murong Di's eyes widened but he was blocked by the rain of arrows and could not move forward. Listen to Yan Zhen's miserable howl here. His limbs and head have been torn into pieces. His limbs were dragged to unknown places by ropes. Only one head fell from the tree. Murong's enemy ignored the risk of being injured by the arrow and flew forward to hold it in his arms. , a moment later, the remaining head turned into a miserable white skull. After seeing it, Murong Di felt as if thousands of arrows were gathering in his heart. He roared angrily and collapsed to the ground.
At dusk, there were a few raindrops floating in the sky.
Hongyan walked alone to the street in front of her with her sword in hand.
Tomorrow is the birthday of her father Wu Chongyu. Her father asked her to personally tell her former friends, the Master of the Natural Sect, Shuo Shuo, and the Master of the Golden Fire Hall, Yan Qianhe, that Xianyun Pavilion was far away and they were not allowed to tell them, otherwise they would definitely invite the master of the Xianyun Pavilion. Canghai's flute-playing Yan Nujiao came to congratulate him, which relieved his father's longing for his old friend.
Hongyan is the only daughter of the owner of Haomeng Garden, and her parents have taken good care of her since she was a child. Wu Chongyu not only gave her his unique skill, the Single Dragon Lotus Leaf Sword, but also often explained to her the ups and downs of the world and the various situations in the world in his spare time. He also taught her how to live in the world and the etiquette of being a human being, so that the beauty could understand all kinds of martial arts without leaving home. If you read less poetry and books, you will know the true feelings of the world.
The sky was drizzled with rain, but the commercial stalls on both sides of the street were still removed, and people went home to take shelter from the rain. The streets are filled with the smell of fresh earth. Hongyan held her sword with contentment and continued to move forward. Hongyan’s gentle figure was left on the road in the distance.
Good Dream Garden is built on a mountain. Although it is far away from the hustle and bustle of the city, there are a few empty houses nearby. Hongyan came to the door of her house in high spirits. Before opening the door, she called out: "Dad, mother, Hongyan is back!"
There was an unusual silence in the garden, and no one answered.
Hongyan didn't pay much attention and pushed the door open.
The smell of blood, accompanied by the smell of rain at dusk, filled the door and rushed towards Hongyan. Hongyan suddenly realized that something was not good and hurried towards the garden. What came into view were corpses all over the ground, spread out in random directions in the garden. The blood and rain were mixed together, and they gradually became one. The flowers in the garden no longer had the fragrance of the past.
Hongyan was confused. She hurriedly walked through the front pavilion and came to her parents' Yimengqing Residence. Wu Chongyu fell in a pool of blood with his sword in hand. Hongyan's mother was lying prone on the ground less than a foot away from Wu Chongyu. She should have gone out to cry out about this inexplicable killing, and more importantly, to tell Wu Chongyu to be more careful. She didn't expect that she would be struck by a sword that pierced her heart, and she would never have the chance to sleep with Wu Daxia Yao and talk about the sunset together.
"Father...mother...!" Hongyan hugged the corpses of Wu Chongyu and his wife and kept calling.
That is the most heart-wrenching cry in the world, and also the most painful call in the world!
Hongyan's call became cold, and she sobbed.
Only the sad sound of cold rain could be heard in the Garden of Good Dreams. Other than that, there was silence.
Unexpectedly, things in the world are unpredictable, and we can't help the ups and downs in the world!
The dust is stained with sadness and blood, and it is already dusk in the garden of sweet dreams. The flesh and bones were separated early in the morning, and the rain fell on the person's soul.
The world is infinitely desolate.
The neighbors came early to comfort the beauty. One person said: "We all slept in the bedroom because we were drunk. We never went out to watch, otherwise we would not have escaped the bad luck." Another person said: "My wife and children were also killed, but the body was still alive, but the head turned into a pale skeleton. . If you haven’t seen it with your own eyes, it’s really hard to believe it.” Hongyan managed to calm down from her sadness. He sighed to himself: "Haomengyuan has brought trouble to all the neighbors!"
One person hurriedly said: "We are neighbors in Haomengyuan, and we have received so much kindness and courtesy from Master Wu that we can't repay you. This unexpected incident is irreversible. Why should Miss Wu blame herself!" Another person said: "It's a pity. Wu Daxia and my family members were harmed without knowing it, and we don’t know who did it, so why did you do this?" Hongyan shook her head silently. One person said: "It's better to grieve and accept the change. It's best to take care of Wu Daxia's funeral first. Tomorrow is the 60th birthday of Wu Yuanzhu. There must be many heroes and righteous heroes coming. It won't be too late to discuss it then!" After hearing this, everyone was stunned! Call it yes. So all the villagers worked hard in the rain, mourning and weeping to arrange the bodies of Wu Chongyu and the disciples in the garden...
It's late and the rain hasn't stopped.
There was a knock on the door from outside the garden, and then someone said: "Tie Zhongjie, the five elements of the Natural Gate, the deputy gate master, and Shuo, the gate master, have come to pay homage to the owner of the Good Dream Garden. Please open the door quickly!" Hongyan heard this and hurriedly opened the door. , welcome guests.
The courtyard door opened, and seven people with good appearance and extraordinary temperament were seen standing beside the door. The first elder was over fifty years old, with a few strands of beard as black as steel needles floating on his chest. This person has a majestic and upright face and a chivalrous and heroic spirit. Next to this man was a man dressed in respectable clothes, with a loyal and resolute face, standing shoulder to shoulder with the elder. The remaining five people were all dressed up in short and short clothes, and they were gathered behind the two of them.
Before Hongyan could say anything, "Listen to the elder: "Xiao's visit on a rainy night is really a mistake. However, he was eager to congratulate his visiting friend, so he didn't wait for my father's birthday tomorrow, so he dared to come tonight. Please forgive me for disturbing you. After saying this, he laughed happily. Then he led the people to walk into the courtyard. As he walked, he said to the beauty: "Brother Wu, why are you so negligent and don't come out to meet your old friend?" "The beauty followed him, crying before saying a word, and ran quickly to the house in front.
The mourning hall has been set up, and several neighbors have already put on mourning and burned incense inside to pay homage. Hongyan pushed open the door of the mourning hall, knelt on the ground, with tears streaming down her face, and said, "Dad, Master Xiao is here to see you!" There was a sad silence in the hall.
The elder who came to congratulate was **Shuo. **Shuo just finished asking Hong Yan what to say, but saw that she was weeping and refused to answer, which was inappropriate for the governor. At first, I was so happy that I was going to see my old friend, so I just chatted a few words and didn't pay much attention to the changes in the garden. Now that I saw Wu Chongyu's daughter in such a state, I paid attention to the atmosphere in the garden and saw the deathly appearance in the brightly lit residence. Silent and without any life. I could smell a few wisps of blood in the clear rain in the garden. There was sadness and sadness everywhere in the night. Seeing this, Wang Shuo frowned slightly and slowed down. Several people around him also knew this. When he raised his eyes, the door of the mourning hall was wide open in front of him. A huge inscription "Die Li" was placed opposite the door. Inside With a filial piety cloth on the head of the person, he was mourning and paying homage.
**Shuo suddenly felt desolate when he saw it, and rushed into the mourning hall without a sound. Take a closer look at the memorial tablets of Wu Chongyu and his wife in the mourning hall. **Shuo had no time to think about the cause and effect of the incident. All the joys along the way were submerged in the boundless darkness, but it felt like Kunlun was cracking and the sea was upside down. **Shuo knelt on the ground in pain and lost his voice: "Brother Wu, Xiao is here. It's too late!" After saying this, his clothes were wet with tears. The rest of the people also cried and mourned.
A silent and saddest memory.
A long-lasting regret in my memory.
After a long time, Hongyan stood up slowly, wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and came to Shuo to persuade him not to be too sad. **Shuo sighed: "I didn't expect that this happy birthday would become an eternal memorial day. Brother Wu's heroic spirit rests in peace. Xiao will definitely capture the real murderer in his lifetime and kill the traitor before Brother Wu's case to avenge his brother!" "After saying this, Shuo stood up angrily. He asked Hongyan back: "Do you know how Wu Daxia was injured to death?"
Hongyan said: "I have checked dad's injuries. The palm injuries on his chest and back are all very powerful. His moves are fatal and extremely vicious." The honest-faced man next to **Shuo asked in confusion: "Wu Daxia's Single Dragonfly Lotus Leaf Sword is the best in the world. Who in the Central Plains martial arts community has such a skill and can put Master Wu in such a situation."
**Shuo continued: "What the Master of the Iron Sect said is true. Who has such ability?" The Master of the Iron Sect that **Shuo said was Tie Zhongjie, the deputy master of the Natural Sect. Hongyan said: "Dad suffered different palm injuries on his chest and back. According to my humble opinion, it was not just one person who injured Daddy. The body is still here, please take a look at it, Senior Xiao."
**Shuo came to Wu Chongyu's body and lifted off the protective spiritual cloth. He checked Wu Zhongyu's injuries repeatedly before and behind him, and he sighed again. Tie Zhongjie asked: "Master, does he know which sect's martial arts can cause such injuries?" ** Shuo nodded. Hongyan said to everyone: "Senior Xiao and Master Tiemen have worked hard all the way. Please come to the front hall to discuss things and take a rest before it is too late." Then Hongyan invited ** Shuo and other Natural Sect members and the neighbors to come to the front hall. sit.
All the lights were lit in the Garden of Sweet Dreams. The neighbors hope that this can illuminate the road to hell in the netherworld, and encourage Wu Daxia and his disciples in the garden to walk well together.
