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In the inner village, the courtyard is covered with old age, and trees grow very lushly. During the day, this place must be extremely shaded, but at night, it shows a gloomy meaning. Among the trees, lanterns are hung with white skin and red candles, illuminating a faint light, which reflects an ambiguous red color around, which can remind people of the pleasure boat floating on the river.

There is a piano and a singing voice, and the atmosphere is full of temptation.

In the back garden, the damage caused by the fierce fighting that day was still clearly visible and had not been repaired. On one side, the lake was rippling, and a large area of ​​green lotus flowers grew in the water, with buds about to bloom. When the wind blew that night, the fragrance of flowers wafted.

A graceful figure can be seen vaguely in the pavilion by the lake, playing the piano at the desk.

There was fog on the lake surface, not thick, as light as gauze, but it just covered the woman's face. If the distance was a little farther, it would be impossible to see clearly.

White mist, lanterns, beauties, guqin, and chanting like a touch of emotion, the entire artistic conception is resentful and ethereal.

On the courtyard wall in the southeast direction, a head suddenly popped out quietly.

This was a man in black, wearing a strong outfit, covering his face, and his eyes exposed were as sharp as eagles. He lay on the wall like a monkey, with his eyes open, and was greedily staring at the pavilions in the lake. Unfortunately, the fog was covering it and it was indistinguishable.

This feeling was quite uncomfortable, which made him want to cross the wall, pounce on the lake, and see the woman clearly. It was just that the reason in his heart allowed him to remain awake, hold on, and not act rashly.

He is an old world, and has made a name for himself in the martial arts world for decades. Whenever he mentions the "Old Monster of Baima Lake", everyone in the world knows it. As a one-legged thief who is accustomed to being alone, he always only appears at night, and is covered in black clothes and a black scarf, so few people know his true face.

This time, we came to Panzhou from a thousand miles away, mainly because we were attracted by the rumors of strange treasures. It was a treasure involving the ultimate martial arts and could see the way of immortality...

The rumors are very exaggerated, and they are indistinguishable from whether they are true or false. But the rumors themselves are full of attractiveness. Anyone with some skills and means is like smelling a bloody shark and flocking to it.

As an old man, of course he has a skilled sense of smell. In fact, many people have noticed that this matter is different and has a scent of conspiracy.

But they came anyway.

I visited Hujiazhuang tonight, but because of a sudden clue, I arrived here and found a strange thing.

The piano sound was dongdong, and the singing was slandering, which was unusual. The old monster of Baima Lake originally wanted to listen for a while, observe for a while, and then wait for an opportunity to move, but as he listened, he found that he had become a horse trapped in the quagmire, and something was wrong, and he couldn't even get out of it.

Cold sweat suddenly came out.

So, is it the sound of the piano strange? Or is the sound of the song fascinating?

He thought quickly in his mind to see if there was a solution.

At this moment, the sound of horse hooves sounded, as if a gust of wind and rain fell.

Nine strong horses rushed into the back garden.

The men immediately held weapons, including swords, guns, and soft whips. They were dressed in different clothes and had a strong aura. While sprinting, they made various whistles and shouts. They rose and fell, forming a strange echoing tone, which was just used to impact the sound of piano and singing from the pavilion, and became a confrontation.

"Black Wind Forest Bandit!"

The old monster in Baima Lake almost cried out, his heart full of surprise.

The Black Wind Forest Bandits, you will know that they are not good people at first. In fact, they are indeed a team of notorious bandits who robbed their families and did everything they want. Of course, the old monsters themselves are not much better, the difference is the difference between a group of people and a single person.

There are heroes in the world, but more are bandits. The so-called black and white paths are not clear in nature. Chivalrous is always contaminated with blood, while gentlemen are often hypocritical. The only thing that can make people praise is probably the word "morality".

The old monster of Baimahu has always looked down on these bandits, thinking that they only rely on their large numbers of people to gain a foothold in the world, and their actions are despicable. They not only bully women, but sometimes they don’t even let their children go. In contrast, as a lone thief, he seems much more principled.

However, at this moment, the old monster was full of joy for the arrival of the bandits. If he saw the savior, he hoped that the other party would rush to rescue him from this damn situation.

"Ho ho!"

"Hmph!"

The gangsters shouted uniquely, like some kind of ventriloquism that they had practiced, or like a signal of tacit understanding. They rode horses and formed a formation, and rushed towards the women in the pavilion. They obviously realized the weirdness and wanted to interrupt the other party's playing and singing.

"Hao!"

With a sound of plucking the string, it was like a silver bottle breaking out, and the meaning of war suddenly arises. The entire rhythm is changed.

The old monster on the wall suddenly felt a trembling heart, his whole body trembled, his hands and feet were a little soft, and he almost fell off the wall. Looking over again, he saw the bandits still sprinting rapidly, but the direction was a little strange, and he was running straight into the lake.

Plop!

The strong horse neighed long and screamed. The fastest rider fell into the lake with his horse and his horse, stirring up a huge splash of water. Then the second rider, the third rider...

When the old monster saw it, he couldn't help but feel cold in his heart. Of course, he knew that it was not the bandits who became headless flies, or they were dizzy, or those strong horses were blind and ran into the lake. The real roots were undoubtedly on the sounds of the piano. When the bandits rushed closer, they were greatly affected by the rhythm.

Such a method is incredible.

The old monster gusted and had already stepped back, but he was helpless and his hands and feet were weak and not under control.

Fortunately, the gangsters were attacked, and the woman in the pavilion seemed to be affected, and her intention of bewitching was slightly reduced.

The old monster took a deep breath and felt that his strength had gradually recovered. He did not dare to hesitate and stayed. He turned over and leaped, used his proud light skills, and wanted to leave and stay away from here.

A bang, a slight sound.

The old monster's eyes showed a look of horror. At that moment, a man appeared from nowhere and lay on his back without any bias.

"who?"

The old monster cried out, and subconsciously turned around and saw a pale face of a woman as white as paper, unable to find any blood. A pair of dead fish-eyed eyes staring at him with straight eyes.

Buzz!

The old monster felt the sky was spinning, as if it fell into a bottomless vortex. With a crackling sound, he couldn't stand firmly and fainted on the ground.

"The world is secretly blinded and does not know the wise..."
Chapter completed!