West Lake in the dark night, in the light of the water.
Stars hang over the plains, and spring is independent. Through the night composed of low moonlight, Ruo Dong only feels the breeze is chilly, without any warmth like spring.
I don’t know why, but the winter left in the eleventh year of Hua Chu was so long.
Above this sparkling light, a pavilion stands quietly. The beautiful carvings on the roof beams and fences have been smoothed by time and swords, revealing a layer of gray-white skin under the colorful spots. There are several clanging sounds of long swords.
Ding dong dong was coming from the depths of the pavilion.
Along with the sound of sharp blades, the two figures in black robes became clearer. The tall and sturdy young man on the left was seen to be very dexterous with the sword. The sword flower in his hand was about to flip into the air, but when a man on the opposite side took advantage of it,
Might as well, slash the skinny young man's side straight across. The slightly shorter young man did not fall behind at all. The long sword moved a little more forcefully. Taking advantage of the attack on his side, he quickly jumped up in the air and raised the sword.
The front falls head-on from top to bottom.
The two men were very skilled in swordsmanship. Ruo Dong raised his hand to signal those around him to be silent. He stood there and looked at it for a long time, nodding secretly.
When they heard that Mr. Ruo was approaching, the pleasant clash of long swords suddenly stopped in mid-air. The two men holding long swords looked at each other, sheathed their swords together, and saluted Mr. Ruo:
"Meet sir!"
Ruo Dong raised his hands towards the two of them, with a rare look of approval on his face. Then he turned around and asked the shorter young man: "You can tell from your swordsmanship, you have gained a lot from Li Rongshan and his party."
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When the young man heard this, his eyes suddenly shone with excitement. He nodded quickly and said, "Yes! The disciple learned a lot on Lirong Mountain. For example, when the disciple just jumped up, he not only avoided the attack of his brother from the side but also
The path of the sword also made the top of his head empty, completely exposed. If it weren't for my brother's quick reaction, most people would have been unable to resist."
Upon hearing this, Ruodong closed his eyes and shook his head: "That's not the case. You used that move very well, but as you said, the brother on the other side can raise the weapon above his head as long as he reacts one step faster. Not only that.
It blocks the path of your attack, and also makes you in mid-air, with your lower body defenseless." Having said this, he continued: "Once you encounter an opponent in the world, it is inevitable that you will fight to the death. If you place your hope on your opponent,
If you don’t have enough ability, what are your chances of winning?”
Hearing this, the young man lowered his eyes and nodded: "Disciple has been taught."
Ruo Dong patted the two of them on the shoulders respectively, said a few more words, and prepared to leave. After taking a few steps, something suddenly flashed in his mind. He turned around and asked the thin and short young man:
"Where did you get this move?"
"Mr. Hui." The young man put away his sword and saluted, "When my disciples were at Lirong Mountain, they saw a fox demon girl with only one arm left for some unknown reason. She picked up the long sword dropped by the West Lake disciple and started fighting.
When a senior brother saw that she had no left arm, he slashed her side from the left side, but he couldn't save her. Who knew that the demon girl suddenly jumped high in the air, and with a sword, she was chopped into pieces from above..."
At this point, the young man raised his head and did not dare to say any more.
Ruo Dong didn't say anything, just turned around and continued walking forward. He had heard of the famous names of "Mandu Ointment" and "Manting Powder" on Dongshan Mountain, and he couldn't believe that a junior Linghu in his early twenties,
He was able to secretly develop one of the most deadly poisons in the world.
It wasn't until the first general rushed forward with his disciples, without even unsheathing his long sword, that he fell to the ground on his back - only then did he truly realize what these Linghu disciples who had not been out of the mountain for a long time and lived in seclusion in the corner, were actually doing.
What an extraordinary thing.
Later, all ninety-nine of the general and his disciples survived.
As for why, this disciple of Linghu who lost an arm picked up a broken sword to use, it is not difficult to understand - the disciple who is good at using poison is without poison, and he is without life-saving things. With Li Rong
The temperament of those descendants of the mountain is that they will not kneel down and surrender easily even if they pick up a branch.
What a pity... Ruo Dong stopped and let out a long sigh. By the time the remaining disciples of Xihu broke into the Medicine Planting Hall, those precious and rare medicinal materials, some of which could only be found in Lirong Mountain, had long been completely destroyed.
Rather Stick to your guns.
Those disciples who rushed into the Shupu Pavilion in search of classics, formulas, and music scores were even more pity. With a burst, their flesh and blood flew everywhere, and no bones were left.
Ruo Dong took another step, his black cloak raised high behind him. Then he suddenly remembered why he felt that the move felt strangely familiar when he saw the young disciple leaping up.
Among the "Bi Formation Sword Techniques", there is a style of "Long Live Withered Vine", which imitates the "one vertical" in "Bi Formation Picture" by Mrs. Wei or Wang Xizhi - fiercely from top to bottom, like
It is like a withered vine that looks like it is scattered by the wind, but it is actually extremely dangerous.
This long sword from West Lake is really not as useful as that white jade flute.
The various waterways in West Lake look the same. They are just
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The roads leading from the lake are criss-crossed, and pedestrians use boats as carriages and horses. They are no different from anywhere else, and they come and go non-stop. If a stranger comes to Miyu Lake in confusion, he is afraid that if he is not careful, he will get lost and cannot find where to go.
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And beneath this floating light leaping into gold and the bright moon thousands of miles away, lies the hottest flame this winter.
Only those who have lived in West Lake for several generations and can count every corner of Miyu Lake on their fingers may have heard that there is a place called "Water Prison" hidden under the calm lake.
Mr. Ruo's black robe gradually blended into the night. He turned around and went down to a stone bridge. He disappeared without a trace for some reason. The disciples and followers behind him didn't seem surprised, and they also followed Mr. Ruo's example.
Shaking his cloak under the stone bridge, each figure suddenly disappeared out of thin air and could not be found.
Heavy breathing compressed the air, followed by a throat-splitting cry:
"Kill me! Even if I am torn into pieces by five horses, don't expect me to tell you a word about Shattered Qionglin!"
Before he finished speaking, there was a "pop" sound, which sounded like a soft whip hitting someone hard. Then there were a few bored mutterings:
"You're really stubborn, I don't know what's wrong with saying it!"
"Forget it, it's just one more knife and one less knife, so why waste your time here."
"That's right. I heard that the Linghu family member is even more stubborn and has lost his dignity. He is still breathing a sigh of relief and will not die no matter what..."
An Ge, who was following Mr. Ruo, said "cough" twice, and the few whispering prison servants were suddenly startled. They all turned their heads and saw Mr. Ruo's cloudy face, and they hurriedly leaned down.
"The Linghu family..." Mr. Ruo said slowly, "Where is it?"
"This way!" One of them hurriedly raised his head, and in the panic, managed to squeeze out a flattering smile, "Sir, please come this way, I will lead you!"
Without saying anything else, Mr. Ruo just walked silently in the direction where the servant was bending. Without looking back, he asked softly:
"Is your injury still tight?"
"It's almost done." An Ge replied, "God must be wise. Many of our Xihu general disciples who were seriously injured on Lirong Mountain saved their lives in front of the gate of hell."
For some reason, Ruo Dong felt a little bit regretful as he listened. The servant who was trotting in front had already taken out a bunch of keys that made a clanging sound. He bent down and opened the door. There was an unpleasant smell unique to blood.
Coming at you.
A person, or rather a humanoid body, was tightly tied to a cross-shaped frame. The iron chains tied to his feet and waist were as thick as a water snake, and there was a long iron nail in the palm of his hands.
It passes through the palm of the hand and is embedded in the wooden frame behind it.
There is still a thin and slender scar around the iron nail on his left hand.
The man's head was hanging down, twisted into a strange angle, and it seemed that he didn't even have the strength to raise his eyelids. The prison chief lit a dim candle, and under the dim light and shadow, there were old and new scars.
Tangled up in this person.
Some of the blood stains have dried and cracked, like leeches that have sucked human blood, lying around the man's wounds. There are also many new scars added to the old wounds, and there are even open wounds in the flesh, and you can even see grains of salt.
Traces of dryness.
You poured salt water on the wound and still didn't say a word?
He is really the descendant of Linghu... Mr. Ruo's usual sneer appeared on his face again. His eyes were still staring at the lifeless face opposite him, and he ordered several servants:
"Take her off."
"Yes." The rough long nail was suddenly pulled out, and the sound of the friction between the iron edge and the flesh made several disciples around him feel goosebumps in their ears. But the man's wrist trembled involuntarily.
, as if there were no traces of life again, it suddenly drooped.
Just that tremble, Mr. Ruo secretly breathed a sigh of relief - he was still alive.
Immediately, the man was held up in the air by several leaders, and then he suddenly fell to the ground. His dry and reed-like limbs hit the ground heavily, twisting like a big insect. He didn't even raise his hands to protect his eyebrows, and just let himself go.
He fell on the hard ground, and the scabbed scar on his chin started to ooze blood again.
Ruo Dong took a few steps closer, and the man raised his eyes, and the footprints of the future person came into his eyes.
"Still unwilling to say anything?"
No one responded, and there was silence as he collapsed in front of Mr. Ruo. The coldness radiated from the man's body, like a frozen corpse, and there was no sign of any living person at all.
Seeing Mr. Ruo's face darken, several prison chiefs, fearing that they had done something wrong, quickly raised their kicks and rushed to kick the man's deflated abdomen. Before Mr. Ruo's disciples could stop him, they saw the gangsters.
He was kicked and beaten randomly, all falling on this man. The force he exerted was probably more than enough to kill a chicken or an ox.
This person finally
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Yu slightly twitched a few times, but still didn't speak.
"Why bother?" Ruo Dong's tone softened slightly, "You know why various sects are fighting for "Fan Ya Ji". And you also know exactly what is hidden in your white jade flute. As long as you put this
Several scores have been written down exactly as they were, and the master will not be embarrassed. The two things that originally belonged to you will still be yours from now on."
Hearing this, An Ge behind him seemed to sigh slightly. However, more than a month ago, he saw his chest shake with his own eyes, and he vomited blood until he died. But now, standing in the middle of the crowd and swaying
Qing Qing, who wore a white jade flute, was lying on the ground, not even having the strength to stand up.
Further forward, Qingqing is standing on the Ruixin Tower, gazing at the sky above.
The living dead twisted on the ground finally made some movement, and slightly uttered a few words in his throat: "No..."
"Not what?"
"Do you think that whoever takes these musical instruments and music instruments will belong to whomever takes them?"
As he spoke, the "person" lying on the ground, whose breathing could hardly be heard, squirmed his throat and tried to say this long sentence, "Lirong Mountain has never belonged to any descendants of Linghu, but is our descendants for generations."
Living here, your life belongs to this Dongshan. The reason why master and Qingqing don’t want these strange treasures is because these two things have never belonged to the children of the Linghu family.
…Quite the opposite.”
At this point, the body lying on the ground could no longer support it. He was panting violently and his back was heaving as if he wanted to cough, but he only spat out a mouthful of dry blood. "Master Zishu, Master Zishu, you forced me to
When Linghu Qingqing died by 'three-quarter penetration into the wood', her life began to belong to that broken wooden flute and was inseparable..."
Before Qingqing could finish speaking, Ruo Dong suddenly squatted down and reached out to touch Qingqing's chin, which was stained with residual blood from vomiting. Qingqing was forced to look up. Those eyes that were too prominent because of their thinness exuded the aura of dying.
Unmatched light.
"It was not us who killed the 'Bone-Engraved Silver Hook', but the leader of Nanlin."
"so what?"
"The descendants of the Linghu family have already broken into the Bayin Club and killed Master Nan. Why are they still not satisfied?" Ruo Dong inadvertently said, his tone gradually became stern, "They also want to take the lives of Master Wen one after another. They are so hurt.
Master Chexin can't listen, even the prince of the Jimo family and the owner of Wuling Tomb were forced to death by you - the descendants of Linghu have brought trouble to the world, isn't it enough!"
Ruo Dong has a cold and refined temperament. Even when he is silent and does not speak, he can scare the disciples to the point where they dare not take a breath. At this moment, Mr. Ruo Dong's cold and stern eyes are half in front of Qingqing's eyes.
Every inch, drops of cold blood stuck to Ruodong's sleeves, and An Ge's disciples who were following behind him had already held their breath.
Qingqing closed her eyes and forced a smile.
"What we want to kill is a person who is destined to be impossible to kill."
Seeing Qingqing's calm face, there was a hint of fearlessness on the verge of death in her tenderness. The pressure on her fingers couldn't help but become tighter and tighter, making Qingqing's jaw bones creak. It seemed that if she exerted more strength, it would be enough.
I can crush this revelation into powder.
She didn't even have the strength to tremble, so Qingqing had to use her last bit of strength to bite her tongue to prevent herself from screaming. The pain was suddenly awakened all over her body, and waves of heartbreaking pain intertwined with her.
At this time, Ruodong suddenly let go of his hand, with a helpless tone, stood up and said slowly:
"Tomorrow, in addition to Li Rongshan, those disciples in Nanlin who are unwilling to surrender will be pulled to the center of the lake in front of the Seven Stars Palace... You still have one last chance to do so, think about it."
Even though he said this, Ruo Dong already felt in his heart that letting the descendants of the Linghu family compromise was the most unlikely of all the people imprisoned in the "Water Prison". The reason why he came here today was to hug him.
With a glimmer of hope, this young girl's heart is as solid as a rock, and she has shown kindness and power, but she can't say anything.
Well, she was not the only one who was going to be beheaded tomorrow.
He turned around and was about to leave, but vaguely, the figure lying behind him seemed to be mumbling something, as if he was saying something faintly. Ruo Dong turned sideways and stood on the spot, staring from top to bottom at the scrawny humanoid remains on the ground. " And..." Qingqing stretched out her hand, trembling in the air, and grabbed a corner of Mr. Ruo's robe.
"Who else?"
"You don't need to know. It's just that you are the only one who survived on Lirong Mountain." After saying that, he turned around and violently pulled Qingqing's hand away. Who knew Qingqing's grip was so tight? Half of his arm was pulled out of joint. Ruo Dong didn't even look back and returned to the bridge in one breath.
Looking up, the moonlight is shining on my face tonight.
Ruo Dong thought about what he said just now - you are the only one who survived in Lirong Mountain."
There is only one person left..." Ruo Dong rarely felt a little chilled. It turned out that the gentleman in the rivers and lakes and the Tianke in the West Lake had gone away, and he was the only one left.