Outside Jingnan City, Ningbi Villa...
The four seasons in Yunzhou are like spring, and this is the time when hundreds of flowers are blooming.
There are many mountains in Yunzhou, and Ningbi Villa is built on the mountain, with beautiful peaks behind it, and strange valleys under the mountain. A waterfall on the high cliff, like a white streamer rolled up by a fairy flying into the sky, winds down from the nine heavens and merges into a clear stream. This manor built on the mountain is like a fairy dwelling, a blessed place with beautiful scenery.
On the back mountain of the villa, beside a deep cold pool, there is a big Nan tree, only a few feet high, but the tree is one foot five or six feet thick, with horizontal branches and green shade, covering a large area. place. The cliff behind the tree stands like a wall, with vines and radish, and many unknown exotic flowers grow in the green moss marks on it, which is quite interesting. On the cliff and stone wall, there are two blue abbot characters "Ningbi" looming.
Under the cliff, by the tree, by the pool...
A colorful sparrow landed on a gray stone, lightly combing its colorful feathers...
But the big stone moved suddenly, frightened the bird soared up, and landed on the branch of the big nan tree, chirping and chirping, as if still wondering, how could the stone still move
Hehehe...
Suddenly there was an old chuckle from the stone, and it turned slightly. It turned out that the gray stone was actually a hanging old man in a coir raincoat, fishing alone by the stream. The place where the colorful sparrow landed just now was the old man's shoulder.
The old man in coir raincoat lifted the fishing rod in his hand, looked at the hook, and smiled helplessly: "You little bird, you made me itchy, and you let go of the fish that almost took the bait for no reason. Silver scale fish is a rare delicacy in the world, my old man managed to lure him into the bait, but you, a little sparrow, made him fail... You pay me for the fish—”
The little sparrow on the branch tilted its head, not understanding what the old man under the tree was muttering, and kept chirping.
pooh-
A sweet laugh came from the side...
The old man in coir raincoat let out a long sigh, shook his head helplessly, packed up his fishing rod, and sighed: "Oh, another naughty little bird has come to make trouble. It seems that my old man's silver scale feast is hopeless..."
Immediately, a beautiful little girl came out from behind the big Nan tree. Her skin was as tender as snow, her brows were picturesque, her eyes were bright and her teeth were bright. She was at most in her early teens. At this time, the skirt was lifted up to the waist, and the bare feet, even the fur trousers inside, were all covered with mud. At this time, the little girl pouted her pink lips, and said in disbelief, "Grandpa Han hates it the most. He blames others for his own incompetence..."
After hearing this, the old man in coir raincoat couldn't help stroking his beard and laughing.
"Girl, don't be rude..." Another deep male voice came from a distance.
The little girl stuck out her tongue suddenly, made a face at the old man, and rushed into the grass when she came here.
"This girl—" A middle-aged man with a square face and dignified appearance came over, and sighed helplessly: "The little girl is incapable of discipline, and she made Master laugh..."
If there are people who are familiar with Yunzhou Wulin here, they should recognize this middle-aged man as Yan Jingshu, the owner of this "Ningbi Villa". He is a wealthy businessman in Yunzhou, and also a rare martial arts master, but this Yan Jingshu has always been introverted, low-key, never involved in the affairs of Yunzhou martial arts, and he doesn't like the excitement, so he moved to the outskirts of Jingnan City. Enjoy the quietness alone, without contending with the world. Although everyone in Yunzhou Wulin has heard of this Lord Yan Zhuang, very few have seen a real person, let alone his true origin.
"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, this little girl is innocent and interesting..." The old man surnamed Han threw aside his coir raincoat casually, got up and said.
When the old man was sitting, there was nothing unusual about him, but once he stood up, his image turned out to be extremely powerful. The gray hair was combed extremely neatly, a turban was randomly tied on the head, and a long beard fluttered on the chest...
There are only two masters and apprentices here, the old man's tone suddenly became serious, and he asked in a deep voice, "What's the matter? Did the fish bite the hook?"
Yan Jingshu's eyes flashed brightly, and he said: "Chongxuanhu has made a move... the local forces of the third division have almost lost all..."
The mighty old man interrupted Yan Jingshu's words angrily, and sarcastically said: "Don't mention those trash... Sansi Yunzhou's secret work is all fucking trash. I can't even get a decent intelligence in thirty years. The opponent is still A reckless man like Chongxuanhu... What's the use of keeping them? Take this opportunity, just die clean, so as not to look troublesome—"
The mighty old man gritted his teeth when he said that, he was silent for a long time and stopped talking. Finally, the old man sighed quietly and said: "Forget it, you don't have to worry about them. In fact, even if they are captured this time, they still have a chance Save one life, but never think about working for the court in the future. A distribution to the frontier is their best ending... "
The mighty old man breathed a sigh of relief, and continued: "It's hard for you to suffer here for thirty years... After this incident is over, come back to Luodu with me..."
Yan Jingshu became emotional for a while, and hurriedly thanked him: "Thank you, Master, for cultivating..."
The mighty old man turned around and looked at the deep pool with deep blue waves, and murmured: "That guy Zheng Zhantang often whispers in my ear, he said that if you want to catch a big fish, you have to endure loneliness, you have to spend time... we This consumption takes 30 years, how many 30 years are there in one's life... Today's big fish has finally bit the bait, but is this rotten fish worth our 30 years?"
The mighty old man swung his sleeves violently, and a light blue palm print crashed down on the water surface, but there was no strange ripple on the surface of the pool, as if it was just a breeze blowing by, a moment later, a silver light appeared on the water surface, A small silver fish that was three fingers wide floated up.
Yan Jingshu's expression was serious. This silver scale fish only lives in cold water, and has always lived at a depth of five meters below the water surface. Master's palm is so firm and fierce that it can shock a silver scale fish at such a depth to death. extraordinary.
The old man stroked his beard and laughed wildly: "This is enough for a silver scale feast... Hahaha..." Then his smile faltered suddenly, and he shouted in a panic: "Hurry up, hurry up, Jingshu ordered someone to salvage the silver scale fish, This fish tastes good only when it's alive, and if it's delayed, the fish will run away..."
Huh? Dead fish can still run
Yan Jingshu was shocked for a moment.
Difficult, is it...
While searching hurriedly, his body trembled violently, the middle-aged man hurriedly bowed down, and congratulated in a trembling voice: "Congratulations, Master, for making great progress..."
Yan Jingshu, as an old man's apprentice, of course knew that the internal strength of the master's family has always been strong and strong, and it is extremely powerful.
Master Yan Jingshu himself was not surprised that one palm could reach five meters below the surface of the water. What surprised him was that this palm shook out so many silver scale fish, and none of them died, but were stunned. This shows that Master's palm not only reaches the rigidity and yang, but also reaches the state of yang and yin, and the softness is born from the rigidity. This technique has undoubtedly risen to another level.
Yan Jingshu's heart of admiration spontaneously arose, and when he was emotionally excited, he was about to express his emotions, but the old man suddenly shouted angrily: "Still standing there doing fart? Come and help me catch fish—"
Yan Jingshu's face turned blue and red, and he finally responded, rolled up his trousers and stepped into the cold pool...
…
puff-
Huang Yan fell on his back, spurting blood from his mouth, which was mixed with broken internal organs...
Unexpectedly, I was on guard day and night, but I still couldn't escape the bad luck. The master of the purple scarf bandit came as many as three at a time, and more than ten brothers who followed him were slaughtered in the blink of an eye.
Lin Zhengyang is now temporarily the leader of all martial arts people in Yunxia County, and there are countless masters around him. Thinking that the other party was helpless against Lin Zhengyang, he focused his attention on himself.
Huang Yan struggled to prop up his upper body, knowing that it was impossible for him to escape his life, he just begged bitterly: "I have said everything I need to say, please, let my wife and children go..."
The other party threatened his family, so Huang Yan had no choice but to confess the fact that the little Taoist priest Ye Qingxuan killed the bald man, and revealed his whereabouts.
The person who spoke was a pale young man dressed in sackcloth and mourning, carrying a mourning stick. Just now he hit himself with a stick that made blood spurt out of his mouth, unexpectedly the opponent was thin and weak but extremely strong, the mourning stick was made of no one knows what it was made of, and his refined steel knife was easily broken.
"Your wife and children? Yay, it's too late..." The young man in mourning clothes spoke weakly and vaguely, "Old eight—hey, old eight—"
"Um?-"
A fat man with a huge body, but a little stupid and fat, was turning over the corpses on the ground, holding up their heads and looking at them carefully, tsk-tsk in their mouths, as if they were picking vegetables. Hearing someone calling him, the disturbed fatty raised his head with a dissatisfied expression.
"Hey, hey, eighth, show this old man Huang the good things you got today..."
The obese fat man quickly covered the huge pocket behind him, shook his head and refused: "That is the treasure I got, no one will give it to you..."
The young man in mourning clothes sighed and said: "No one wants your baby, just show it to others, show it off, show it off... get it..."
"Show off..." The idiot fat man scratched the back of his head and said, "I don't understand, but I'll just take a look..." The fat man turned around and muttered, rummaging through the blood-stained pocket, and finally grabbed a The chubby thing stretched out its hand, and said excitedly: "Look—this is the treasure I got today, look so round and right—no one of you can take it away—"
Huang Yan, the head arrester in Yunxia County, stared at the thing in the fat man's hand with a dazed expression...
It was a human head, a bloody human head, the head of an underage boy, the brows, eyes, mouth and nose were clearly visible, and the round eyes were full of fear and pleading...
It was the head of Huang Yan's only son...
"I'm sorry, Catcher Huang, you are a little late... But it's okay, your wife and son have not gone far on the road to Huangquan, and you can still catch up..."
ah-
There was a miserable hiss, and Huang Yan's eyes were bleeding. The extreme grief and anger at that time made his canthus tear apart...
"Beast—" Huang Yan exerted all his strength, and stamped his palms on the nearest young man in mourning clothes. Huang Yan had already given up his life, and this blow was the result of his lifelong kung fu, striving to die with the enemy...
The young man in mourning clothes never thought that the other party would still have the strength to fight back. He was so close, he was a little flustered for a moment, and his reaction was suddenly slowed down by half a beat...
A bright moon-like light flashed...
Huang Yan suddenly stood still...
Then a vertical line appeared between the eyebrows, hiss—
From top to bottom, a split in two halves...
The young man in mourning clothes slapped his chest, looked up at the figure standing on the opposite roof and said, "Thank you Fifth Brother for your help..."
The man on the eaves turned his head slowly. Under the moonlight, a scar ran from the left forehead corner to the right cheek on a handsome face, destroying the original handsomeness, and exuding a cold air inexplicably. His long hair is braided behind his head, his long gown is like ink, and the sharp blade in his hand has a long and narrow blade like a crescent moon in the sky, shining like a bright moon and cold like ice...
A swordsman's knife is cold, his heart is cold, and his words are even colder...
Like the ice and snow in the cold winter, an emotionless voice sounded: "Go—"
"Where are you going?"
"Jingnan City—"
"revenge?"
"revenge!!!"