beg for chivalry

In the scorching sun, gnats rustled among the trees.Outside the main room is a wide courtyard, a high platform is set up among the seven-corner corridors, and under the deep eaves on each side are sitting disciples of various sects, densely packed, but neat and quiet.Everyone sat on the horse stool, and their eyes fell on the slightly closed door of the main room.

After an unknown period of time, a gust of hot wind suddenly blew, and the camphor leaves fluttered down, showering the heads of the people in the corridor.

The disciples brushed away the fallen leaves from their heads, but at this moment they saw a group of people walking in through the gate.

The group of people walked lightly and made no sound when they landed, like a gust of wind passing by suddenly.The disciples sitting under the seven-corner corridor raised their faces in amazement, stood up one by one, and bent down on the railing to see the appearance of the pedestrian.The noise in the crowd gradually rose, and after a while it became like a boil.

"... Tianshan Gate!"

Someone was surprised and delighted, and shouted at the group of people.

Those who came were all people dressed as Taoist priests in snow scarves and Taoist robes.Their expressions are cold, their faces are as solid as ice, and their eyes are indifferent, like an ancient well without waves.Surrounded by a person in the ranks, it was a white-clothed woman wearing a gauze hat, elegant and beautiful, with a long snow-white knife hanging from her waist.

The juniors from all factions stared straight at the plain white figure, unable to turn their eyes away.They have heard the name of this person in many stories and jokes, and it is almost a legend that everyone in the world yearns for.

After being absent-minded for a long time, someone murmured just now: "The Yubai Swordsman..."

There was a lot of whispering in the crowd, and a disciple whispered, "I never thought that I would see Yu Qiuxia once in my lifetime..."

The Tianshan Gate is located in the extremely cold place in the northwest, and the disciples in the gate are isolated from the outside world.If it weren't for the opportunity of the Martial League Conference, it would be rare for an ordinary person to see a member of the Tianshan sect in a lifetime.And every time the Martial League General Assembly, an elder will come forward, this year is lucky, even the swordsman Yubai also came out.

The Tianshanmen disciples with indifferent expressions retreated outside the main room and sat down in a corner of the Qijiao corridor.They kept silent, but there was a bloody murderous intent on their bodies.Not like a Taoist priest, but like a murderous ghost.

Ming Hongzhu frowned and said: "Everyone seems to be staring at the concubine, but it really frightens the concubine."

Yubai Swordsman walked slowly to the front of the ditch.She stared at the deep ditch for a long while, and suddenly made a move.No one could see her figure clearly, in an instant, she stretched out her arms, and grabbed the wooden chair with the pillow next to the main seat, and pulled it away with all her strength!

Everyone at the scene changed color, it was the only seat with a wooden chair, and it was next to the main seat, obviously it was the second seat.The capture of Yubai Swordsman seemed to reveal her ambitions to everyone.

"Do you really want to sit in this seat, Master Yumen?" Abbot Langsi clasped his hands together and asked slowly.

Yubai Swordsman chuckled lightly: "I just saw that there was an empty chair and thought it was a pity, so I came to sit there. Or is there anyone here vying for this seat?"

No one answered, or no one dared to answer.

Even though Cai Yubai swordsman's move was arrogant, but indeed no one here can match her saber technique.This person is number one in the world, no matter how arrogant and perverse he is, it is not too much.

Yubai Swordsman put the wooden chair on the ditch, and with a touch of his toes, he floated over the ditch like a white butterfly.Her gestures, every frown and smile are all touching. Before she knew it, everyone stared at him as if in a daze, unable to move their eyes away, unable to utter the word "no".

A heroic laughter suddenly came from outside the door, someone laughed loudly, stepping over the sill:

"If Yubai Swordsman wants to sit down, then Wu will have to give in!"

After the sound, everyone turned their heads, and the disciples who had been chatting on the horse stools in the seven-corner corridor also stood up, and thousands of eyes turned to the door.I saw a burly man in a Confucian shirt striding forward, with sword-like eyebrows and strong muscles under the green shirt.Those rough palms have used the unparalleled swordsmanship of Juntian, and they have also cut evil and treacherous people, making treacherous people horrified.

This is Wu Wugong, the leader of the Wumeng League.

Seeing the lord's appearance, everyone in the main room and on the seven-corner corridor nodded their heads one after another. Whether they were those who were unwilling or those with ulterior motives, at this moment they had no choice but to bow their heads and obey the orders of this towering man.

"I've met the leader!" Qianbai opened and closed his mouth, and the same words echoed like thunder from the walls of the building.

Qian Xian'er smiled and said: "I have never seen a big man in my life, but today is the first time."

Abbot Lang Si said: "Amitabha, if the leader of the Martial Alliance is here, I will feel at ease."

Wu Wugong's arm was wrapping around a young man's shoulder.The boy was dressed in a satin jacket with sword sleeves and a black silk mink coat. His pale face was surrounded by soft lake wool, with a pair of dark eyes embedded in it.

"Let me introduce to you all," Wu Wugong said with a smile on his lips, "this is Wu's nephew, Jin Wu, the son of the Ningyuan Marquis."

In an instant, there was an uproar in the Qijiao corridor.Although the disciples of each sect are from the world, after all, no one in the world knows the name of Marquis Ning Yuan, and now they can't help but feel tongue-tied after hearing these words.Someone lost his voice:

"Marquis Ningyuan? Is he really the general of Zhen Guo?"

General Zhen Guo is famous all over the world, and the Wumeng has posted a Jianghu decree to find him for a long time, so the Jianghu disciples present did not feel strange when they saw the boy's face.But at this time, there was another whisper:

"But... Ning Yuanhou has passed away, and the Hou's house was destroyed..."

As if touching something that shouldn't be mentioned, the disciple who said this was immediately choked up by the brothers and sisters of the same faction.

Wu Wugong's expression was heavy, and he sighed: "This matter is really the hatred in Wu's heart. This tragic disaster back then is also inseparable from Wu's failure to realize the cause of the disaster in time. If the resentment of the Hou family hates me, then Wu I am also willing!" He frowned, and patted the young man's shoulder heavily, "Oh, fortunately, now I have to find this good nephew Wu, so I wish I could live...Come, Jinwu, say hello to all the elders."

The young man coughed a few times, looked very weak, and bowed to everyone on the Jianghu list.Neng Daliang saw that he seemed to be a sick bone, with no strength to restrain a chicken, so he was relieved, and took the lead in saying:

"I think this young master is weak, and the Tunri Gang has also collected some rare medicinal materials. Why don't you give them all to this young master so that he can take care of himself. Leader Wu, I don't want money, I just want to get acquainted with such people ,Ha ha!"

His wild laughter seemed to make the young man frown slightly.

Wu Wugong said: "This piercing ditch is set up to verify everyone's kung fu, lest gangsters like Hou Tianlou who can change their appearance get mixed into the Wumeng meeting. Now that everyone has displayed excellent kung fu, there is no need to make things difficult for you , please move to another elegant room, Wu Mou has prepared a good bird's tongue tea, waiting for you to taste it."

Neng Daliang breathed a sigh of relief, if he had to sit on the gutter for two hours and let the leader of the martial arts nudge his ears, it would be better to enter the torture chamber of Houtianlou.At this time, he was sitting stiff and stiff, his legs and feet were numb when he got up from the jade mat, and he almost slipped and fell into the ditch.

Looking back, I saw the rest of the people walking back to the floor tiles from the thorn formation in a graceful manner, without any signs of distress.Aside from being soundly asleep and having to be dragged out for a while, he is the most embarrassing one here.

The two boys led the crowd out of the thorn ditch, and built several wooden strips on the ditch to cover the mouth of the ditch.They immediately stood beside the white-painted stone wall and pushed away hard.The stone door made a muffled sound, and the smoke and dust fell down.Only then did everyone realize that there was a treasure hall behind the stone wall, which was brightly lit, and after pushing away a few stone walls, there were eight rooms open.Small holes were drilled in the ceiling, and the skylight was sewn on the ground like golden threads.In the darkness, the statues of Kasyapa Buddha, Kanagamuni Buddha and the Eight Immortals stand tall and there, and the echoes seem to be oscillated into the music of immortals and Buddhas, echoing leisurely.

This place is neither a Taoist palace nor a Buddhist temple, but rather vague and unclear.It's just that there is a long table in the treasure hall as before, this time it is a huge tea boat, and a celadon cup is placed in front of each seat.The green buds curl up in the cup, slowly sinking and floating.

Everyone took their seats one after another, and the boy took the opportunity to go forward and salute again.When he arrived at the Panlong Mountain Monastery, Abbot Lang Si still closed his eyes and sighed, "I advise this little benefactor to let go of his hatred and murderous intentions. Love, hatred and anger are hard to explain."

The young man trembled slightly, as if recalling something from the past, and quickly regained his flustered expression.His blood was too heavy, no matter what clothes he changed, he couldn't cover it.They had actually met each other before, but at that time he was the Houtianlou assassin who entered Panlong Mountain with Luo Sha.

While talking, Mrs. Hongzhu stepped up first, embraced the young man's shoulders, and pressed her affectionately next to his ear.The smell of hosta powder on her body was so strong that it couldn't melt, it made the young man dizzy.She softly blew into his ear and said:

"Handsome little gentleman, have I seen you somewhere before?"

The young man trembled, struggled in vain in her arms, and raised his eyes in panic and bewilderment: "I... have seen you?"

Ming Hongzhu was thoughtful: "Yes, was it eight years ago or nine years ago? Did you kill the Zuichun Garden with a sword at that time? You were still a child at that time, but already You look ferocious." She blinked, and a smile spread across her face, "Ah, no, no. You are the son of the Ningyuan Marquis Mansion, how can you be with that group of evil spirits?"

The boy's face turned even paler.He knew who Lady Red Candle was talking about.The black-clothed Raksha once entered the Zuichun Garden, and recorded all the martial arts scriptures in Mrs. Hongzhu's library.That person can memorize the stele and cover the game, recite it by ear, and memorize thousands of scriptures.

Wu Wugong saw that the people at the top of the Jianghu list did not reject this young man, he was even more happy in his heart, and greeted: "Jinwu, come and meet the three seniors here again."

It's a pity that Mi was sleeping for a while and snoring loudly, no matter how anyone pushed and shoved him, there was no sound, so Wu Wugong and the boy had no choice but to let it go.When she got to the side of the new head of Erengou, Qian Xian'er hooked up with the young man affectionately as if seeing old friends, and leaned into his ear and whispered:

"Are you the 'young master' that Xiao Yuan misses so much?"

Hearing this, the young man seemed to be confused, and also a little shocked.Qian Xianer whispered again:

"Do you know how many times he told me that he wanted to find you during the few days he stayed in the villain's ditch? There were too many, and I couldn't even count them. But now I see you, but the boy is lost again. Yes, alas..."

The boy said jerky: "It's okay, I don't want to see him either."

He still remembered how he was tortured by that bastard Wang Xiaoyuan when he was in Tianfu's mansion.That guy became an ugly girl, and deceived herself badly.

Qian Xian'er smiled narrowly when she heard this, leaned into his ear and said, "The 'thing' that Xiao Yuan said, didn't happen with the girl's family, but with you?"

The boy seemed frightened.Originally, he had smeared too much white lead powder on his face, making his face as white as snow, but now he was really scared to the point where he lost even a trace of blood.When Wu Wugong beckoned him, he ran away from Qian Xian'er, and then approached Yubai Swordsman like a walking dead.

Yubai Swordsman just looked at him with a smile, his sharp eyes seemed to penetrate the thin white gauze, piercing straight to the bottom of his heart.

The young man lowered his head, and a sense of fear descended from the sky, as if he wanted to press him firmly under her feet.

Amidst the fragrance of tea, the face of Yubai Swordsman seemed to turn into a yaksha evil spirit with the rising white mist in his eyes. She patted the boy's head lightly, and then pressed it down with extreme force, almost unstoppable. The voice of Wen praised in his ear:

"You look alike, Shui Jiu."