Jiangnan Bank

, Mr. Liu Wu was still young, and his master passed away with a smile after imparting his life's unique skills to him, as if he could foresee that the future achievements of this young apprentice would definitely be higher than him.

The teacher's father was born in the Tang sect, and was of the same generation as the old lady Tang. Back then, he was slightly defeated in the fight with the same sect and avoided the Jianghu.But he never forgot the old grudges and the heart of revenge, and determined to crack the unique hidden weapon of Mrs. Tang. After successful research, he also passed on the unique skills such as the green dart in the guest house to his only disciple.

And his apprentice is clever and enlightened, not only has he learned his true biography for several years, but also has unique insights in martial arts.Being able to have such a descendant made Mr. Tang quite complacent in his later years, and calmed down the heart of grievances and struggles.

No one in the Jianghu knew that Mr. Tang's successor once had an acquaintance with Mrs. Tang.At that time, he was successful in his studies, but the power gang had not yet dominated the arena.

Just as he can see through the attacks of the disciples of the Tang Clan at a glance, his mastery cannot escape the eyes of the old lady in front of him.

Mr. Tang never sought revenge on Mrs. Tang again in his life. Not only was he inferior, but throughout his life, he was still not sure whether he could beat this deadly enemy in terms of hidden weapons.

Looking at the handsome young man in green clothes, Mrs. Tang also rarely missed the only person in her life who could be called an opponent. That person failed in the battle and escaped from the Tang Sect, and has since disappeared from the world.How do you know that after decades, you haven't seen your old man, but you have met his apprentice.

The old lady calmed down and said slowly: "If you really are the old man's teacher, you should understand that it is not difficult for me to kill you."

The boy actually nodded his head, seeming to admit it, but his expression didn't change a little.He even still had a leisurely smile, as if what he saw was just a kind-hearted senior with a good face, and not the powerful Tang Sect leader who could take people's lives by raising his hand.

Standing quietly, his whole body seems to be empty, but there is no flaw in it.Even Mrs. Tang suddenly felt a sense of uncertainty in her heart, and decided to let him go for the first time.

The boy was very polite, and he didn't walk fast when he turned to leave.But the old lady Tang looked towards the direction where his figure was disappearing, her expression was unprecedentedly solemn.She almost regretted it, but the moment she changed her mind, she realized that there was no way to stop the young man.

In just a split second, the opportunity was lost.

Many people who specialize in concealed weapons need to rely on extreme lightness kung fu as a supplement, but such agility is simply unimaginable, and even Mrs. Tang almost suspects that her eyes are delusional.But what is even more rare is the determination and determination.

At this moment, she couldn't help being a little envious of that old opponent whom she hadn't seen for a long time. The Tang Sect has produced a large number of talents in the past few generations, but there has never been such a rare outstanding person in a hundred years, but she was met by that old guy.

The most powerful and fearsome woman in the martial arts world for 60 years murmured:

"Maybe no one in this world can easily kill you, but who knows, maybe one day you will die because of others..."

I don't know why, when such words came out of her mouth, it seemed like a weird curse.

After all, she never knew the boy's name and surname, nor did she associate him with the Fifth Young Master Liu who later frightened the world.Until one winter day, she opened the audio book sent by the carrier pigeon and saw the name.

The scroll in Mrs. Tang's hand had also been unfolded in Meng Xinghun's hand.

Although he had made friends with several Tang Sect disciples and knew a little about the Tang Sect during his career as an assassin, he still couldn't resist being surprised when he robbed the Tang Sect's messenger pigeon.

After unfolding the scroll, he knew why this message was so easily hijacked by him.

Because what was stated above will spread throughout the world within a few days, and it will no longer be a secret, and because of the haste, the Tang Sect no longer has any extra talents to take charge of the overall situation.

In the nearly 60 years since the Tang Sect launched, the most remarkable assassination operation in Jianghu ended in failure.

The several generations of elites of the Tang Sect cultivated by the forbearance for decades were all buried in the battle of the power gang's mourning hall.The Murong Family and the Mohist Family among the Four Great Aristocratic Family were also destroyed.So far, the four great families have all suffered heavy losses.

On this thin scroll, the people who died in this battle are recorded. Some names are enough to shake the entire Jianghu.

Mo Yeyu died,

Murong Shiqing died,

Tang Song died,

Tang Jue died,

Tang Junqiu died,

Tang Jun was injured and died.

Liu Suifeng died.

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[-]. There is snow in the world

Tang Dengzhi retreated with Tang Fang in his arms, walking in a hurry, still lingering in his heart, he did not dare to stop along the way.

Suddenly, a sword light flew out from the shade of willows by the river, as fast as a shooting star, fleeting in a flash, a life was killed by the sword in an instant.

The person standing in front was black, thin, silent and upright, without any emotional ups and downs in his body, and he never glanced at the person who died under his sword.It seemed that he was very sure of that sword shot, as if he had no interest in the dead.

Before Tang Fang could react, the accident had already happened, and he recognized the young man by raising his eyes.However, although she had met him a few times, she had never seen him use a sword. Even though she knew that Tang Shu was careless just now and was not prepared for it, such a fast sword technique was the only one she had ever seen in her life.

As a descendant of the Tang Sect, she valued family honor and blood relationship since she was a child, so she shouldn't just sit back and watch her clansman die in front of her eyes and let the wounded come and go freely.But she was well aware of the previous situation, it was impossible for Meng Xinghun to have any grudges with his cousin, and the intention of taking action was to save her, so it was difficult to distinguish between grudges and grudges for a while.

What's more, this matter was not all caused by misunderstanding, the uncle hijacked her back to the Tang Sect, because she wanted to investigate her previous warning, which made her miss the opportunity to kill Li Chenzhou and Zhao Shirong.She was smart since she was a child, and she knew that not everyone in the family was of the same mind, and there was never a shortage of uncles who wanted to hit her father's line.

And she is deeply loved by the old lady Tang, and has a status and power beyond her seniority in the Tang clan, even her cousin dare not dispose of her without authorization.Such a detached position brought more jealousy and hatred from others, and made her less able to make mistakes.She thought of a cousin she grew up with, always smiling sweetly at her, but secretly doing her best to trip her up.

When his mood was turning, he slowly turned his head and looked at her without warmth, without any emotion, without any waves.

"You come from the power gang, tell me what happened."

The former sentence is affirmative rather than doubtful, while the latter sentence is indifferent but seems to contain unquestionable weight.

Tang Fang seemed to be captured by his expression for a moment, he forgot the conflicts and entanglements in his heart, and his thoughts could not help but return to the thrilling battle in the mourning hall.

Murong Xiaoyi ran out with his father in his arms, and the Mo family's children also retreated silently with Mo Yeyu on their backs, and calm was restored for a while.

Deathly silence.

Li Chenzhou knelt on the ground, bowed his head and said nothing, as if he had aged decades instantly, and even his temples were covered with wind and frost.When the remaining members of the gang withdrew, they also felt apprehensive and uneasy: the fifth son is gone, whether the Power Gang is still the Power Gang, and whether it will fall apart from now on.

There was a clear and melodious laughter, so familiar and so far away, Li Chenzhou could almost see Zhao Shirong's smile like a flower in front of Li Chenzhou's eyes. She just heard that the sworn brothers from Shenzhou had arrived, and she immediately came out happily.At this moment, the sound of friendly conversation and laughter came, and if you pay attention, you can see that Xiao Qiushui is not among them.

Li Chenzhou didn't move at all, the silence was like stagnant water.He used feigned death as a pretext to find out his wife's sincerity and his brother's loyalty. He defeated the three great families in one fell swoop. Except for King Zhu Datian who never dared to show his face, he was no longer a threat.However, in the end, he could only savor the endless desolation and loneliness alone, as if he was the biggest loser.

He slowly stretched out his hand, and took the still warm hand of the man who was lying quietly on the ground into his palm, and a distant mottled memory picture suddenly appeared in his mind.

He was still young at that time, and he hadn't made a name for himself in the Jianghu. He didn't want to bury his achievements in learning. He visited seniors and experts everywhere, and the fifth younger brother always followed him. No matter whether he was appreciated or neglected, he always Accompany him quietly, you can understand all the ambitions in his heart.

The brothers who died back then were scattered, and the process of establishing and prospering the power gang will also be obliterated from now on, and they will go underground together with his brothers.No one else, who has witnessed half of his life experience, can prove that those high-spirited years once existed.

When Zhao Shirong turned back to look for Li Chenzhou, he was nowhere to be seen.She stood there in a daze, remembering what Li Chenzhou said before the man died.Regardless of the fact that the man who died for her had just closed his eyes, she confessed anxiously, asking her husband why he said that.Li Chenzhou only said three words: I know.She also knew that her husband still believed in her in his heart, and there would be no difference in the future.

But for some reason, there seemed to be a chill in his heart, just like the state of mind when Li Chenzhou was holding the remaining arm of his only brother a moment ago.

Liu Sifu is on the south bank of the river,

It's snowing here. "Note"

The weather has not yet entered the winter, why is it snowing.After a daze for a while, I remembered that I had crossed the river yesterday.

After Tang Fang finished talking about what she knew, she stopped and looked up at the silent person.

The black and gray clothing, like the dark clouds pressing down from the sky, is heavy and depressing.

Is it going to snow, she thought in a trance.

The willows on the embankment have long since lost their swaying sorrows and thoughts blown by the wind in the winter season.The withered grass under the feet is soaked in hoarfrost, and at a glance, there is only