Outside Jingnan City, Ningbi Villa...

Yunzhou is like spring all year round, and this is the time when flowers compete for beauty.

Yunzhou is full of mountains, Ningbi Mountain Villa is built against the mountains, with beautiful peaks and beautiful valleys at the mountains. A waterfall on the high cliff is like a white streamer rolled up when a fairy flies, winding down from the nine heavens and forming a clear stream. This manor built against the mountains is like a residence of a god, a blessed place, and a beautiful scenery.

Behind the villa, next to a deep cold pool, there is a large nanmu tree, which is only a few feet high, but the tree body is 15 feet thick, with branches and branches tilted upwards and green shade covering a large area. Behind the tree, the cliff is erect like a wall, vines are waving, and many unknown strange flowers are very interesting among the green moss marks on it. On the cliff walls, the two blue abbot's characters "Ningbi" appear.

Under the cliff, beside the trees, beside the pond...

A colorful bird fell on a gray stone, lightly combed the colorful feathers...

But the big stone suddenly moved, scaring the bird so much that it flew up and landed on the branches of the big nan tree, whimpering crisply, as if it was still strange, why would the stone still move?

Hohoho...

A chuckle suddenly came from the stone, and it turned slightly. It turned out that the grey stone was actually a hanging old man wearing a straw raincoat, fishing alone by the stream. The place where the colorful birds just fell was the old man's shoulder.

The old man in the straw raincoat lifted the fishing rod in his hand, looked at the hook, and smiled helplessly: "You little bird, made me itchy. You let the fish that almost took the hook for no reason. Do you know that the silver-scale fish in this stream is a rare delicacy in the world. I finally tempted him to take the hook, but you little bird failed... You pay me a fish--"

The little bird on the branch tilted its head, not understanding what the old man under the tree was muttering, and kept chirping.

Puff—

A giggle came from beside him...

The old man in the straw raincoat sighed, shook his head helplessly to pack up the fishing rod, and sighed: "Oh, another naughty little bird is here to make trouble. It seems that my old man has no hope for this silver scale banquet..."

Behind the big nan tree, a beautiful little girl immediately came out. Her skin was as pink as snow, her eyebrows were picturesque, her eyes were white teeth, and she was at most in her early 10s. She was wearing a long dress and dressed up as a little lady. However, the skirt was lifted to her waist, barefoot, and the fur pants inside were all covered with mud. At this time, the little girl pouted her pink mouth and said without hesitation: "Grandpa Han hates it the most. He obviously has no ability, but he blames others..."

After hearing this, the old man in the straw raincoat couldn't help but caress his beard and laughed.

"Girl, don't be rude..." Another low voice from a distance came from another.

The little girl stuck out her tongue, made a face at the old man, and rushed into the grass when she came.

"This girl—" A middle-aged man with a square face and a majestic appearance came over and sighed helplessly: "The little girl is incompetent in discipline, so she lets her master laugh at it..."

If there are people familiar with the martial arts world in Yunzhou, you should recognize the middle-aged man as Yan Jingshu, the owner of the "Ningbi Villa". He is a wealthy merchant in Yunzhou and a rare martial arts master. However, Yan Jingshu has always been introverted and low-key. He never participates in the affairs of the martial arts world in Yunzhou, nor does he like the excitement. He moved to the outskirts of Jingnan City at home, enjoying the quietness and being invincible with the world. Although everyone in Yunzhou Wulin has heard of this martial arts world, there are very few people who have seen real people, let alone their true origins.

"It's okay, it's okay, this little girl is innocent and interesting..." The old man surnamed Han casually threw the straw raincoat aside and stood up and said.

There was nothing strange about the old man when he sat, but once he stood up, his image was extremely powerful. His gray hair was combed very neatly, and he casually tied a headscarf on his head, and a long strand of beard floated on his chest...

There are only these master and apprentice here. The old man suddenly became serious and asked in a deep voice: "What? The fish bit the hook?"

Yan Jingshu's eyes flashed and he said, "Chong Xuanhu has taken action... The local forces of the Sansi have almost lost all..."

The powerful old man interrupted Yan Jingshu's words angrily and said coldly: "Don't mention those wastes... Sansi Yunzhou's fine works are all damn waste. I can't even get a decent intelligence for thirty years. The opponent is a reckless man like Chong Xuanhu... What's the use of keeping them? Take this opportunity to die so that I won't be upset-"

The powerful old man said that he was really gritting his teeth and quiet for a long time. Finally, the old man sighed quietly and said, "Forget it, you don't have to worry about them. In fact, even if they were captured this time, they would have the chance to save their lives. They just don't want to do things for the court in the future. A slap in the frontier will be their best ending..."

The mighty old man sighed with a sigh of relief and continued, "It's hard for you to suffer here for thirty years... After this incident is over, let's go back to Luodu with me..."

Yan Jingshu was excited and hurriedly thanked: "Thank you Master to cultivate..."

The powerful old man turned around and looked at the deep pool of Bibo and murmured: "That guy Zheng Zhantang often muttered in my ears. He said that if you want to catch a big fish, you have to endure loneliness and waste time... Our waste is thirty years, how many thirty years will be left in life... Today, the big fish finally bites the hook, but this rotten fish is worth it for us to spend thirty years?"

The mighty old man waved his sleeves suddenly, and a light green palm print hit the water surface, but the strange ripples on the surface of the pond did not arise, as if only a breeze blew. After a moment, silver light appeared on the water surface, and countless silver fish three fingers wide floated up.

Yan Jingshu's expression was awesome. This silver-scale fish only lives in cold water and has always survived at a depth below five meters on the water surface. His master's palm was so strong that he could actually shake the silver-scale fish of such a depth to death. His skills were extraordinary.

The old man caressed his beard and laughed wildly: "This is enough for a silver scale feast... Hahaha..." Then his smile suddenly stopped and he shouted in panic: "Hurry, Jing Shu quickly ordered someone to salvage the silver scale fish. This fish will only be delicious when it is alive. If the fish are delayed, they will run away..."

Huh? Can dead fish run?

Yan Jingshu was shocked for a moment.

Difficult, is it...

During the rush to search, the middle-aged man was shocked. The middle-aged man hurriedly bowed and congratulated him tremblingly: "Congratulations to Master for his great improvement in his cultivation..."

As an old man, Yan Jingshu certainly knew that his master's internal strength had always been strong and powerful.

Master's palm can reach the water surface below five meters. Yan Jingshu himself was not surprised. What surprised him was that this palm shook out so many silver-scale fish, but he was not dead, but was stunned. This shows that Master's palm was not only strong and yang, but also reached the state of yin production of the yang electrode, and produced the softest in the harsh and strong. This technique undoubtedly rose to another level.

Yan Jingshu felt admiration arises naturally. While being excited, he was about to sigh with emotion, but suddenly the old man shouted angrily: "I'm still stunned and fucking me? Come and help me catch fish--"

Yan Jingshu's face changed and he finally responded, rolled up his pants and stepped into the cold pool...

puff--

Huang Yan threw his back and spitted blood, and his mouth was filled with broken internal organs...

Unexpectedly, I was wary of it day and night, but I still couldn't escape the bad luck. The master of the Purple Scarf Thieving came as many as three at a time. More than ten brothers who followed him were slaughtered in the blink of an eye.

Lin Zhengyang is now the leader of all martial arts people from all walks of life in Yunxia County. There are countless masters around him. If he thinks that the other party is helpless with Lin Zhengyang, he will focus on himself.

Huang Yan struggled to hold up his upper body, knowing that he could no longer escape his life, so he begged: "I have said everything I should say, please let my wife and children go..."

The other party threatened his family and had no choice but to tell the truth about the little Taoist Ye Qingxuan killing the bald evil man and revealing his whereabouts.

The person who spoke was a young man wearing mourning stick, carrying a mourning stick in his hand, and a pale complexion. He just now made his mouth squirt blood. Unexpectedly, the other party was thin and weak, but his strength was extremely strong. I don’t know what the mourning stick was made of, but his steel knife was easily smashed.

"Your wife and children? Yeah, some of them are too late..." The young man in mourning spoke weakly and misty, "Old Eight——Hey, Lao Eight——”

"Um?--"

A fat fat man with a huge body but a little stupid body was constantly rummaging over the corpses on the ground, holding his head one by one to look at it carefully, and tsk in his mouth, as if he was picking vegetables. When he heard someone calling him, the fat man raised his head with dissatisfaction on his face.

"Hey hey hey, Lao Ba, let me see the good things you got today..."

The obese and fat man quickly covered the huge pocket behind him, shook his head and refused, "That's the treasure I got, no one will give it to..."

The young man in mourning sighed and said, "No one wants your baby, I just show it to others, show it off, show it off... I understand..."

"Show off..." The obese fat man scratched the back of his head and said, "I don't understand a little, but I'll just look at you..." The fat man turned around and mumbled and tossed and turned in the blood-stained pocket, finally grabbed a round thing, stretched out his hand and said excitedly, "Look—this is the treasure I got today. You look so round, so just--None of you can't take it away--"

Huang Yan, the chief captain of Yunxia County, stared at the fat man's hand with a dazed look on his face...

It was a human head, a bloody head, a skull of a boy who was underage, his eyebrows, eyes, mouth and nose were clearly visible, and his wide eyes were filled with fear and begging...

That was Huang Yan's only beloved son...

"Sorry, Captain Huang, you said it a little late... But it doesn't matter. Ling's wife and son-in-law have not walked away on the road to the underworld, and you can still catch up..."

ah--

A tragic hiss suddenly arose, Huang Yan's eyes bleed, and the extreme grief and anger at that time made his eyes burst into tears...

"Beast--" Huang Yan tried his best and printed his palms on the nearest young man in mourning. Huang Yan had already given up his life, and this blow was his lifelong skill, striving to die with the enemy...

The young man in mourning never thought that the other party had the strength to fight back. He was close to him and was a little panicked in an instant, and his reaction was suddenly slowed down by half a beat...

A bright moon-like light flashed...

Huang Yan suddenly stood there...

Then a vertical line appeared at the center of the eyebrows, hiss-

From the beginning to the bottom, split into two halves...

The young man in mourning patted his chest hard, raised his head and said to the figure standing on the eaves opposite, "Thank you for helping me..."

The man on the eaves slowly turned around. Under the moonlight, a scar on a handsome face cut from the left forehead to the right, destroying his original handsomeness. His whole person inexplicably exuded a cold and cold air. His long hair was combed into a braid behind his head, his long gown was like ink, and his sharp blade in his hand had a narrow blade like a crescent moon in the sky, as bright as the moon, as cold as ice...

The swordsman's knife is cold, his heart is cold, and his words are even colder...

Like the cold winter ice and snow, a emotionless voice sounded: "Let's go—"

“Where to go?”

"Jingnan City——"

"revenge?"
Chapter completed!