Jianghu Name Da

Chapter 11

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Zhu Yanyin looked at Pan Shihou, who looked miserable, and couldn't imagine a beautiful scene where he and Li Sui were "uncle and nephew". This was mainly because Palace Master Li's temperament was too devilish. When he stood there, he was like a father to Tianzhu Hall, not like a nephew.

On the mountain road outside the city, the disciples of Wanren Palace were making a fire and cooking. Jiang Shenglin took out a carrot and walked over to feed Kicking Snow Wuzhui.

Li Sui was unhappy: "I was wondering why it got fatter recently, it turns out you were just being idle."

Doctor Jiang was stunned and said, "Can you please be reasonable? I only fed the baby twice in half a month."

Kicking Snow Wuzhui was chewing the radish absentmindedly, missing the bean cakes.

Li Sui combed its mane and patted its head twice: "Go back to the city."

Jiang Shenglin: "Are you talking to Ma?"

Li Sui glanced coldly.

Jiang Shenglin raised his hands in surrender: "Okay, I'll go back to the city to see Master Pan for you."

Li Sui threw the horse brush back into the bucket and turned to the other side.

Jiang Shenglin thought, what kind of dog temper is this.

If a tabloid offered a large sum of money to write an article at this time, asking what it feels like to have a friend with a bad temper, Dr. Jiang would probably decline the invitation and then write a hundred or eighty thousand words anonymously.

In the bank, Zhu Yanyin took a comfortable bath, ate, and took a nap. When he woke up, it was still light outside, and he could vaguely hear the sound of cars and people on the street, which seemed very lively. After asking the shopkeeper, he found out that it was Pan Shihou who was setting up a buffet to entertain the Wulin League. The tables were set from Tianzhu Hall to Caoshu Street. The scene was so grand that even the road was blocked.

Zhu Zhang said: "Divine Doctor Jiang is also in Tianzhu Hall. He said he will come back to our bank tomorrow."

"Then there's no need for acupuncture tonight." Zhu Yanyin thought for a moment and asked again, "Is there any good place to go in Baitou City? When those Jianghu people have dispersed, we can go out and relax. We've been sleeping so much at home that our bones are soft."

The shopkeeper smiled and said, "Young Master has lived in Liucheng, Jiangnan for a long time. Now that you are in the northwest, you must see something rare." The most famous scenery in Baitou City is the Tiger Roaring Gorge outside the city. The water looks like silver brocade from a distance, and suddenly falls vertically in the middle of the rush, causing huge waves in the gorge to roar like a tiger, magnificent and majestic.

Zhu Yanyin was moved by what he said: "Can I watch it at night?"

"Yes, of course." The shopkeeper said, "The moonlight is beautiful tonight, and the silver-white plate falling on the satin is more beautiful than during the day."

Zhu Yanyin made the decision: "Okay, then after dark, we will go to Tiger Roaring Gorge!"

On the other side, the banquet on Caoshu Street lasted until sunset.

Everyone was well fed and drunk, and the sight of cups and plates was a mess.

Jiang Shenglin sat at the banquet for an hour, and Pan Shihou, supported by his servants, came over to toast twice, but never mentioned the matter of seeking medical treatment, which was really strange. After all, such a great doctor was still very valuable, and if he was put on the market, thousands of people would fight to get him.

After thinking about it, there are only two possibilities. First, he doesn't want to live anymore, but Tianzhutang is a big family with a lot of wealth, and Pan Shihou is living a good life, so he shouldn't suddenly commit suicide. That leaves only the second possibility, that the illness is fake.

Mountain road outside the city.

Pan Shihou was standing next to the campfire. This time he didn't need anyone's support to walk, but he didn't look very happy - it had nothing to do with his health, but was related to the disputes in the martial arts world.

Li Sui looked at him and frowned: "Are you pretending to be sick?"

Pan Shihou said awkwardly, "Yes."

Pan Shihou was so nervous that he swallowed his saliva dryly. He was very afraid of this "good nephew", no more than other people in the martial arts world. He stood there for a long time before saying, "If I don't pretend to be sick, I have to go to the Jincheng Martial Arts Conference. Then the leader of the Wan Alliance will definitely let me go to the Wanren Palace to invite you, and you won't see me, which would be embarrassing."

Li Sui: “…”

The wind is so cold in the middle of the night that it makes people's bones cold. I'm afraid I will catch a cold if I stay here for too long.

Li Sui shook his head in his heart: "You go back."

"I came here to talk about something important." Pan Shihou said hurriedly, "There is something strange at Shangru Villa."

Li Sui asked: "What's weird?"

Pan Shihou lowered his voice and said, "They seem to have some dealings with the Burning Fire Palace."

Li paused.

Shangru Villa is located in Dujuan City, geographically located in the south. Rather than being a martial arts sect, it is more like a landlord. In recent years, it has donated to build many academies, which really lives up to the name of "Shangru". The head of the sect, Du Yafeng, always puts on the posture of a great philanthropist, wearing a white robe and giving out porridge and money everywhere. It seems that he will ascend to heaven on the spot in the next moment because of the blessings of doing good deeds. Such a sect has dealings with the Demon Cult

Pan Shihou said: "Although I have not gone to Jincheng to participate in the martial arts conference, I have been investigating the affairs of the Demon Cult. The academy of Shangru Villa located at the foot of Fengming Mountain is very likely to be the contact point of the Burning Fire Cult. If you don't believe it, just send someone to investigate."

Li Sui nodded: "Okay."

"Then you will also come back with me and stay for two days? I heard from Alliance Leader Wan that they will stay in Baitou City for three days." Pan Shihou's eyes and tone were both apprehensive. "Your aunt misses you too, and she cleaned up the guest room a few days ago."

Li Sui leaned against the tree: "No need, you can go back."

"…Okay, okay." Pan Shihou forced an ugly smile, "Then I'll leave."

He wrapped his robe tightly around himself, looking even drier and thinner, with two strands of white hair hanging on his temples, looking a bit embarrassed. Before leaving, he warned: "The Demon Cult has always been full of tricks, so you have to be careful."

Li Sui lowered his eyes and fiddled with the fire carelessly. After a long time, he looked up and saw that Pan Shihou had disappeared in the night mountain road.

The shadow guard beside him said cautiously, "Palace Master, Sect Leader Pan seems to be feeling unwell. He even staggered a bit just now. It's windy and cold in the mountains. How about I escort him back to the city?"

Li Sui took the Xiangjun Sword beside him and whistled briefly.

The Snow-Kicking Black Horse came galloping from halfway up the mountain. Its strong four hooves stepped over the campfire, splashing up star-like residual light along the way.

There was a handful of fresh grass in his mouth that he had just gnawed.

Not tasty.

Huxiao Gorge is still some distance away from Baitou City, but Zhu Yanyin slept a lot during the day and was not sleepy at this time. He led a dozen people out of the city, admiring the stars and smelling the flowers along the way, and regained some of the atmosphere of a night tour in the south of the Yangtze River.

But before long, it no longer seemed like Jiangnan. A huge rumbling sound could be heard from afar, as if a ferocious beast was about to break free. When you got closer, even speaking had to be done by roaring.

Zhu Xiaosui sat in the carriage, thinking terrifiedly, what a horrible sight this was. A few years ago, a black-hearted businessman in Liucheng built a money-making Shura Ghost Town to trick the people into taking a day trip to the underworld, but it didn't sound this terrible.

Zhu Yanyin was also annoyed by the noise and thought that he should go back. It would be nice to take a stroll in the flower field. There was no need to come here to listen to the roaring waves.

He lifted the car curtain and was about to ask Uncle Zhong to turn back, but he was shocked by the scene before him.

The moonlight was bright that night, illuminating the huge snow-white waves rushing out of the clouds, like thousands of feet of ice silk hanging on the stone wall, and then pouring down into the deep pool, splashing water like a torrential rain. It was said to be the roar of a tiger, but in fact it was more like thunder from thousands of ravines, exploding in the ears along with the jade dragon descending the mountain, and the air was also damp.

"This..." Zhu Yanyin jumped off the carriage and was shocked when he saw the Cangfeng waterfall in front of him.

The bank owner smiled proudly and said, "I knew that you would like this place. If you climb up the White Rainbow Peak to see the Tiger Roaring Gorge, you will see a completely different scene with a wider field of vision."

"Okay." Zhu Yanyin became interested. "Then let's climb up to a higher place and take a look."

Not far away, Pan Shihou and his group were riding horses and galloping towards this direction.

The road to Baihong Peak is not actually rugged, but it gets steeper and steeper as you go up. Zhu Yanyin had some difficulty walking. Just as he was about to find a servant to pull him up, he was suddenly grabbed by the waist. His feet were suddenly suspended in the air, and his body left the ground, flying like riding a cloud!

Fly away without any warning!

This experience is actually not that bad. After all, who doesn't love climbing walls and flying over rooftops? Especially Mr. Zhu who dreams of becoming a hero - provided that his mouth is not covered by someone.

Zhu Yanyin's mouth and nose were covered, and his head suddenly buzzed. His first reaction was, I've been kidnapped!

Before he could struggle, he was pushed into the bushes. "Sir, please don't make a sound. There are people on the opposite mountain."

Zhu Yanyin then saw clearly that it was the servant of the Zhu Mansion who was carrying him. He was relieved, but also surprised: "You know Kung Fu?"

The servant said, "The Second Young Master is going on a long journey, and the Master and the Eldest Young Master are extremely worried, so they will naturally send a few more people to protect him along the way."

Zhu Yanyin: "Then why didn't you say so earlier?"

The servant answered truthfully that the eldest young master forbade him to tell, for fear that the second young master would become addicted, refuse to ride in the sedan chair, and clamor to fly on the grass every day.

Zhu Yanyin: “…”

The rest of the people were also protected by the servants in the bushes, and they were panicking. They didn't understand how seeing a waterfall could lead to something wrong. Zhu Yanyin searched for a long time on the opposite mountain, but didn't find anyone, so he asked, "Did you see it wrongly?"

"No." The servant said, "and there is another group of people coming on the mountain road."

The sound of horse hooves is getting closer and closer.

Zhu Yanyin held his breath unconsciously.

The person who came was Pan Shihou.

He wants to go home, and this is the only way to get into the city.

Zhu Yanyin also saw his appearance clearly and whispered, "He is from the Sky Spider Hall. We have seen him in the daytime. Why are you hiding from him?"

The servant pressed his head even lower and said, "They are hiding from the group of swordsmen on the opposite mountain. They seem to be planning to attack Master Pan."

Zhu Yanyin's heart tightened: "Is this true?"

As he was speaking, a sharp whistle was heard in the night sky!

The killer in black swooped down from the mountainside like an eagle and surrounded Pan Shihou and his group. Without saying a word, he drew his sword and started slashing, and every move was fatal.

It was the first time that Zhu Yanyin had seen such a real-life vendetta, and he was so nervous that he didn't even blink. He was on Pan Shihou's side, because he had boasted that he and Li Sui had a "close uncle-nephew relationship," and he was not dead, so he was obviously not a bad guy. But the assassins were very skilled, and after a few hits, Pan Shihou had already stumbled to the ground and could only raise his sword to block the knife.

Zhu Yanyin asked: "Can you defeat those assassins?"

The servant replied: "The opponent's Kung Fu is strange. We estimate that it will take hundreds of moves to defeat him."

Zhu Yanyin said: "Then go help Pan—"

Before he could finish his "Pan", a scream came from below.

Zhu Yanyin turned his head quickly, thinking that Pan Shihou was dead.

The red mist rose several feet high.

There were several black things flying in the air. Zhu Yanyin looked carefully and then realized that they seemed to be heads.

The head that was on the killer's neck the moment before.

Li Sui sat astride a black horse with a stern expression. He held the sword in one hand, and bright red blood flowed over the blade, forming a dark, thin stream on the ground.

With just one move, he killed more than ten opponents.

Zhu Yanyin's face turned pale and his stomach churned.

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