The spring breeze is proud to enter the treasure building

The air is filled with the fragrance of tea, and there is the fragrance of lotus in the distance, and the greenery fills the windows.

"Thirty years ago, we teamed up to break through King Gu's tomb."

Yiye from Shaolin, Zhao Qianyun from Hejian Mansion, and Tang Lian from Moon Worship Sect.

Each one once represented a legend in the arena.

Even though such a legend belongs to the past, Su Muhua is not moved.

Tang Lian said, "30 years ago, I was the protector of the Moon Worship Sect. In fact, the Dharma protector had a detached position in the Moon Worship Sect. I usually lived in a cottage. Until that day, I was drying herbs in the yard when I suddenly saw a monk standing there. Outside the door. I have seen that monk before. It was ten years ago. When I was seven or eight years old, I followed my father to the Shaolin conference. At that time, this monk was already a well-known figure in the world. He He is my father's friend, and he still eats sweets with me. Now that more than ten years have passed, I feel that my state of mind is already very old. But this monk looks younger than before, white and clean, as if he ate the flesh of a Tang monk. Since I recognized him, so I greeted him and invited him in for tea."

Su Muhua smiled and said, "Is he Master Yiye?"

Tang Lian said, "That's right, Yiye drank my tea but refused to leave, insisting that I go with him to the tomb of King Gu."

Su Muhua thought about Master Yiye's way of playing a scoundrel, and he didn't find it funny, "The Gu King has a lot to do with the Moon Worship Sect, and seniors have deep knowledge in Gu poison, so Master Yiye will naturally find seniors when he wants to break into the Gu King's tomb. "

Tang Lian said, "I didn't have the mood to break into the tomb of the dead at that time, so I refused to agree, but I couldn't survive Yiye's entanglement, so I made a bet with him that if he could beat me, I would agree."

"Oh? What did the senior bet with him?"

"Yiye said it was better than playing chess. I thought that these monks have no other skills, but the ability to sit in meditation is first-class, so how could they agree. So I said it was better than playing the piano, and Yiye reluctantly agreed."

Su Muhua smiled and said, "Oh, senior, you have been fooled. Master Yiye's melody is superb, but this game of chess, if you let him have three pieces, it won't take long to beat him."

Tang Lian smiled and said, "It's not that I was fooled. In fact, Yiye's martial arts was far superior to mine that day. If he forced me to go with him, I could only obey him. But he stroked the piano for me for three days, and then we went with him. I talked about Buddhist scriptures for three days." The woman sighed slightly, "On the third day, I really couldn't stand his nagging, so I followed him to Hejian Mansion."

"Master Yiye is for seniors..."

Tang Lian sneered and said, "Of course I know that he is resolving my knots. It's just that I, Tang Lian, lived alone, and I was at ease. Why would a strange man come to untie my knots? I'm not about to die. I need a monk to recite sutras for me."

Su Muhua smiled unconsciously, "It seems that senior really can't stand his nagging."

Tang Lian said, "I went to Hejian Mansion with him and broke into the Gu King's tomb, but we couldn't leave because of the Gu poison in my body. After I entrusted Jun Xing to marry the sister of the King of Yunnan, I came back here."

"Senior's body today?"

"You don't have to worry about me." Tang Lian's voice paused, and she continued to laugh, "Today I agreed to Jun Xing and went to Yunnan with him. The child is very happy, and I was also very happy when I agreed to him. In fact, I know it myself. My fate is tonight. Heaven has treated me well, allowing me to see these children for the last time. Just now I went to the mountain to burn paper money for Nianer. Although he did something wrong, he heard me tell him that night He already had remorse for his life experience, but unfortunately he died suddenly. On the road to Huangquan, I hope God can see that he is willing to repent and suffer less."

If you have hated for a lifetime, you will know that the hatred is wrong, and you don't even have the qualifications to hate. Tang Jiunian should have more hatred than regret in his heart.

Because of this, he uttered bad words to Song Qiaokou and died at the hands of Song Qiao?

It's not that his Gu worms are unwilling to make a move, but because they are in a state of confusion, they are not as fast as Song Qiao's sharp knife?

Naturally, Su Muhua would not say these words in front of Tang Lian, but he didn't know that even Song Qiao had become Ye Wenyan's abandoned son.

On the mountain road, a carriage was galloping fast. The driver was wearing a bamboo hat, revealing a pair of clean and restrained eyes.

The setting sun was already hanging in the sky, and the grass was dyed a dim yellow, which had already dimmed in the twilight.

Suddenly, a long laugh broke the tranquility of the evening.

The man driving the car's face changed drastically, and his body was lifted from the car, with a knife already drawn in his hand.

The blade was all snow white, and the light of the blade unfolded like a snowfall.

In the martial arts world, there are only a few people who can use this kind of saber technique, and the one with such a sword is only one person with one saber.

"The name of the Xueyue knife is indeed well-deserved."

Song Qiao stood on the car and looked at the two people who were approaching with light kung fu, and said with a smile, "Zhao Yunjian..."

His eyes fell on the other person, but it was a bit strange.

That person is Lu Jiuhan, Lu Jiuhan has changed back to his original appearance at this moment, he hasn't met Song Qiao face to face, so he doesn't know him.

Song Qiao sneered, "You guys want to stop me too."

Zhao Yunjian persuaded, "Brother Song, if you feel wronged, we can investigate slowly. If you run away like you, you will be stigmatized from now on, and no one can help Brother Song."

Song Qiao smiled bitterly and said, "Help? How can I still believe that you will help me? Don't you already believe that I killed Tang Jiunian, and that I also killed people from various factions back then."

If he doesn't escape, he will be punished by martial arts people, or sent back to Wudang to be punished according to the rules of the sect.

If his behavior of forcing and killing a woman is made public, it will not only ruin his reputation, even the things he conspired with Ye Wenyan to kill his junior brother would make him worthy of death.

It's better to just run away, hide his name, and use his martial arts to be a robber in the green forest, and he may not have a way out.

Lu Jiuhan crossed his arms and said, "Brother Song, you know who killed Tang Jiunian. If you talk about people from different factions back then, if Brother Song says you didn't kill him, then you might as well tell who killed it." Yes. Anyway, no one in this world is going to frame Su Muhua in front of me."

Song Qiao heard him mention Su Muhua and asked, "Who are you from Su Muhua?"

There was a bit of pride in Lu Jiuhan's eyes, as bright as a bright night star, "This hero is called Lu Jiuhan, and it belongs to Su Muhua..." He paused, and smiled a little smugly, " Why should I tell you?"

Zhao Yunjian couldn't help shaking his head and sighing, does this person need to show off so much?

Song Qiao's pupils shrank suddenly, "So you are Lu Jiuhan."

Lu Jiuhan never thought that he was already so famous, he smiled modestly and said, "It would be best if you knew me, why don't you catch me without a fight."

Song Qiao looked up to the sky with a long smile, "I, Song Qiao, have a great reputation, and I don't want to be reduced to this by a single mistake. But if you want to take my life, you have to show some real skills."

Zhao Yunjian suddenly jumped out like an arrow, flicked the sword spring in his hand, and a stream of autumn water was already in his hand.

Seeing the flash of sword light in front of him, Song Qiao immediately became determined to win, and said hello.

Taking half a step back, a snow-white saber light greeted him.

The two of them met swords, and they both changed their moves very quickly, but Song Qiao had been famous for a long time, and his internal strength was even higher than that of Zhao Yunjian.

Zhao Yunjian's tiger's mouth was numb from the impact of the sword, the setting sun was draped over Song Qiao's Xueliang knife, and his eyes were slightly hurt by the white light, gradually losing the wind.

There was a sneer on Song Qiao's lips, the light of the blade was like snow, Zhao Yunjian's vital points were everywhere pointed by the blade.

When...a gust of wind seemed to come from outside, the Xueyue knife in Song Qiao's hand was like snow breaking flowers, and pieces of crystal clear fragments fell to the ground.

Lu Jiuhan broke the knife with his finger, and said it was a fluke.

Song Qiao's martial arts were not too bad to be vulnerable, but Lu Jiuhan was a rare opponent in grasping the timing of his shots.

Even though it wasn't easy, it's a pity that Lu Jiuhan still had a contemptuous and smug smile on his face, as if it was as easy as breaking a flower off a branch.

Song Qiao saw that Lu Jiu had broken his saber coldly, his courage was chilled, he smiled miserably, threw the saber away, and flied towards the outside of the forest with light kung fu.

The dense forest was deep, and Song Qiao skimmed into the forest, and he heard the neighing of horses.

There was already a horse standing under a tree in the forest, and a man in white sat on it immediately.

The man held the rein lightly in his light robe, as if he had been waiting for him for a long time.

Seeing him, Song Qiao's expression changed drastically, "Ye Wenyan, hello..."

Lu Jiuhan gently raised his hand, and Song Qiao saw that the weapon in his hand was hidden in the cloth, its shape was extremely strange.

With Lu Jiuhan's palm flick, a cyan light suddenly appeared and wrapped around his neck.

Song Qiao only felt a fishy sweetness in his throat, and the words broke in his throat before he finished speaking.

Ye Wenyan rode his horse past his fallen body, smiled in his eyes, and said in a low voice, "Of course I'm fine."

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