Chapter 2 Chapter 1 Xiaoqiu

Both hands. A pair of very steady hands. A pair of well-maintained hands. Wan Zhongtian slowly withdrew his hand and smiled contentedly. He was always very satisfied with himself. These are a pair of white and fat hands that have never done rough work, and they are also hands that have a lot of money, power, and status.On her fingers are four longan-sized, dazzling gemstone and diamond rings, shining a glamorous light to the world, which is breathtaking. For many years, these hands have rarely been shot. Once a person has reached a certain position, he rarely needs to do anything himself except to eat. As long as he is willing, he may not even need to do his own food.Of course, you still have to do it yourself unless he is not a man.

Naturally, someone will think about the things that should be thought of for him, and naturally someone will do for him the things that should be done. With these hands holding the power of life and death, many people have been killed, and naturally many enemies have been formed. It is said that there are many people who are highly skilled in martial arts and murderous like hemp are plotting against Wan Zhongtian, the owner of Wanlong Castle. There are indeed many people who want to kill him, but he is still alive and well, and he is getting fatter. . Wanlong Fort is the Fort of Hidden Dragon and Crouching Tiger.According to the most authoritative and conservative estimates in Jianghu, there are at least seventeen hidden cards, nineteen institutions, fifty-six first-rate killers, and one hundred and fifty dead men in the fort.

Every hidden card, mechanism, every killer and dead man will kill you if you still have life. Wan Zhongtian is indeed in full swing.At least so far no one doubts this. So, early in the morning, Wan Zhongtian came out of the sixth wife's room, and went into the rooms of the two newly bought concubines.It takes a lot of energy to do that kind of thing, but his spirit is getting stronger every day. You said, how could he be dissatisfied with himself? In order to reward himself, Wan Zhongtian slowly poured himself a glass of wine, a glass of daughter red that had been hidden in the kiln for more than thirty years.

It was an early autumn morning, and the whole land was immersed in a thick morning mist.Just when Wan Zhongtian put the wine to his lips, a young man with a strong figure and dressed in black suddenly walked in from the dense fog with a sword, as silent as the air. How do young people get in?How can he pass the many checkpoints in front of so many dead men? Wan Zhongtian couldn't believe his eyes. However, this is not important anymore, what is important is that this person is already standing in front of him alive.As soon as the young man came in, he stared at Wan Zhongtian with eagle-like eyes, and his voice was as cold as a sharp blade: Are you Wan Zhongtian?

Few people dared to call Wan Zhongtian's name directly, but Wan Zhongtian still nodded involuntarily. Although he was always calm, when he saw this young man, he couldn't help but feel a chill rise from his feet. It was a feeling only when faced with the fear of death.He hasn't felt this way for many years. The young man's voice seemed to come out of hell: Are you the Wan Zhongtian who raped the common girl Xiaocui? Xiaocui is the only daughter of the old man Li in Lizhuang in the suburbs.Old man Li works at sunrise and rests at sunset, and has worked hard all his life. His only sustenance is this girl.He only hoped that he could find a good family for his daughter, so that he could die in peace.

Old man Li is just a tenant farmer in Lizhuang, and Lizhuang is just a small farm under Wanlongbao. On the second day of the fifth month of the lunar calendar, Wan Zhongtian happened to see Li Cui busy in the field while hunting in the countryside, and by the way, he hunted her back to Wanlong Castle, just like hunting a wild duck. In fact, there is no need to ask, anyone would have thought that this white and fat man in front of him is Wan Zhongtian, except for the owner of Wanlong Castle, who is qualified to sit here comfortably in the early morning and enjoy beauties, wine, and good times?

Wan Zhongtian's martial arts is a feminine path.Although he is absurd every day and sings every night, he has never let go of his martial arts. His mind turns quickly and his reaction is not slow. As long as his hand reaches the hidden card under the couch, hundreds of poisonous needles will immediately appear. Like a torrential rain, it hit the place where the young man was standing. In the morning mist where the field of vision is less than five feet, who can escape the poisonous needle like a migratory locust? Before Wan Zhongtian raised his arm, the young man jumped up, his voice was like thunder, and he shouted: Go to hell!These were the last three words he heard in his life. The moment he was about to touch the secret card, the young man's sword had already drawn a graceful arc in midair, piercing his throat like a bolt of lightning.The sword arrives, the pharynx pierces.

What a fast sword! This is speed, deadly speed! The accuracy and swiftness of this sword made even the world change color. When the fog rises, there will be a time when the fog clears.When the first ray of sunlight from the sky entered the attic, the fog began to lift.The young man had already disappeared along with the dissipated fog. The first person who found Wan Zhongtian's body was a rather courageous old woman.Before she could cry out, another shallow chip was found on the conspicuous position of the book table, with a sprig of chrysanthemum pressed on it.She immediately thought of someone.

only one person.An angel to the poor, a bane to the wicked.She couldn't help blurting out: Chrysanthemum Xiaoqiu! The old lady didn't know how to weave, so she didn't know what was written on the shallow chip. It was a few days later that she heard that it was a poem called "Jianghu". Although she had never studied, she still desperately recited it. down so she could tell everyone she knew.Many years later, she can still clearly recite to her children and grandchildren: Walk the world with a sword, drink the blood of the wicked. Ask the sky with wine, where is justice?

The road to Shu is difficult, and it is difficult to go to the blue sky. Once you enter the Jiange, you will see even more lofty mountains and cliffs. The road that can pass through the cliff is called the plank road.This kind of plank road is made by driving many wooden piles into the cliff, and then laying planks on the wooden piles. Walking on it is like traveling thousands of miles.Now Lan Xixing has that feeling of flying through the clouds and flying around the sky.He didn't walk or ride a horse, but sat on a vehicle called a slider carried by the Shu people, shaking it. Lan Xixing half-closed his eyes, enjoying the shaking to his heart's content.He has sailed a boat on the vast sea, rode a camel in the boundless desert, rode a yak in Tibet, and even rode an elephant in a place called Tianzhu, but it was definitely the first time in his life to ride a slider.Therefore, Lan Xixing cherished this encounter very much.

He really should cherish that if a person holds a silver note of five hundred thousand taels in his arms, he should cherish it no matter what he sits on. There are not many such opportunities. Suddenly, the slider stopped moving.When Lan Xixing opened his eyes, he saw a pair of boots.A pair of very old boots with a hole in the toe.Just by looking at these boots, you can tell this man must have come a long way. A young man with his feet crossed was lying lazily in the middle of the road, just in front of the sliding pole. Generally, people who have walked a long distance often appear sluggish and embarrassed.Although this young man looked a bit tired, he looked calm and easy-going, with a happy sunshine on his face, especially those bright eyes, full of confidence, perseverance, and courage, as if he was the embodiment of justice.Justice is sometimes a kind of courage. Your Excellency is the invisible and erratic Lan Xixing who once robbed the capital's eighteen major households at night? Lan Xixing travels all over the world, his eyes rarely miss anyone.When he saw it, he suddenly thought of a person, and when he thought of this person, he immediately tightened his heart. He could never afford to offend this person. Lan Xixing nodded, and straightened his chest: "It's right here." Well, admit it, have guts.The young man's eyes are like a torch: It doesn't matter if you steal corrupt officials, but why do you want to steal the disaster funds of Shanxi Liang Dashan?Lan Xixing was already beating drums in his heart, but when he heard this, he felt short of breath: Could it be your Excellency? The young man slowly took out a broken chrysanthemum branch from his bosom, flicked his fingers, and the chrysanthemum shot into the rock of the cliff, embedded several inches deep. Lan Xixing's complexion changed drastically, this man's martial arts skills are far above his own, a small chrysanthemum can shoot into a solid rock with a light flick, it is truly shocking. The young man said: Do you know what to do? Lan Xixing smiled wryly and nodded.The young man looked up to the sky and laughed loudly. Amidst the laughter, he turned around and walked away without looking back. After a few ups and downs, he disappeared at the end of the plank road.Lan Xixing sat on the slider blankly, his face getting paler and paler. He remembered all the legends about this young man, sighed, gritted his teeth, and chopped off his left arm with a knife.Then he shouted loudly to the two trembling porters: Take me back, the sooner the better. The first person to see Lan Xixing's severed arm was Liang Dashan.He is worrying about disaster funds. Lan Xixing not only sent back the disaster funds himself, but also added an arm's worth of interest.Liang Dashan was surprised, happy and afraid, his teeth chattering: Who told you to do this? With one arm, Lan Xixing took out a branch of chrysanthemum that had completely withered.Seeing the chrysanthemum, Liang Dashan's eyes lit up immediately, and he immediately thought of someone.A savior of disaster victims and a demon of corrupt officials. Liang Dashan couldn't help calling out from the bottom of his heart: Chrysanthemum Xiaoqiu! small town. North Country Town. Although it was still early winter, a heavy snow fell in the frontier town early. The auspicious snow heralds a prosperous year.Snowflakes fell on Lin Xiaofeng's head and face one after another, and then melted into drops of water.On such a cold night, people in the small town had already gathered around the fire or slept on the heated kang.Only Lin Xiaofeng walked alone in this cold night with snow and wind.Accompanying him is the snowstorm flying all over the sky. Lin Xiaofeng just came out of the last closed hotel with a half bottle of leftover wine and an unfinished roast chicken in his hand.Alcohol does not make him sober, on the contrary, it makes him more painful.It was heart-wrenchingly painful. If you know that this lonely alcoholic is Lin Xiaofeng, one of the four princes in the south of the Yangtze River, the white horse Xiaoxifeng Lin Xiaofeng, you will be shocked, you will not believe that this is the one who rides a white horse and wears a long sword. Prince Charming Lin Xiaofeng. Not long ago, Lin Xiaofeng met friends with poetry in Jiangnan where the seasons are like spring, wielding a sword to compose poems, drinking and singing, what is life like?But he was defeated suddenly, in the hands of one person.This man cut off his Qinghuai sword, which was as light as the wind, with a Tianya sword that was known as the Qin and Han ancient style. This man is his best friend. The Tianya Sword is broad and short, and the Qinhuai Sword is long and narrow. Both have their own strengths and weaknesses. This battle is fair and reasonable. The sword is the life of a swordsman. Therefore, even though this is a common sword test in martial arts, even though no third person knows about it, Lin Xiaofeng still traveled thousands of miles to this small town in the Northland, looking for pain, forgetfulness, and relief. A drunk solution to a thousand worries. The cold wind is bitter, the night is dark, and the world is vast.The stronger the wind, blowing snowflakes flying all over the sky, a world of white snow and silence.Suddenly, Lin Xiaofeng saw a young man standing upright under the dim lantern in front of him, looking at him with a smile, his eyes were enough to melt the ice and snow.Lin Xiaofeng felt hot in his heart.The young man walked over slowly, also holding a jar of wine and a chicken in his hand.The chicken is a whole chicken roasted in oil, and the wine is an unopened jar of Luzhou Laojiao.You can come again.Lin Xiaofeng nodded, his throat suddenly seemed to be blocked by something. You should cast Qinhuai again, as long as you practice hard, you will have a chance.Lin Xiaofeng nodded again, his heart suddenly widened, he fully understood what the young man was saying. The young man smiled slightly: It doesn't matter if you win or lose for a while, maybe in two years, even I won't be your opponent. Lin Xiaofeng showed his face and said: It is really a happy thing to be your friend. The young man handed Lin Xiaofeng a roast chicken and said, "Now, we won't go home until we're drunk." So, on this lonely and windy night, the two young men drank and ate chicken, completely ignoring the snowstorm.Their hearts are burning, their blood is boiling. The first person to see Lin Xiaofeng was a friend of his.That was a year later.The friend was surprised to find that Lin Xiaofeng not only reforged a Qinhuai sword, but also that he used the sword more agile, lighter and faster than before. The friend was surprised and asked him why he made such rapid progress.Lin Xiaofeng looked at the white clouds in the sky, and thought of another person.A knight's friend, a villain's enemy.Chrysanthemum Xiaoqiu! Xiaoqiu is a very legendary figure in the arena in recent years.A person who likes to use the chrysanthemum as a sign.Be careful, autumn is autumn.A very ordinary name, a very extraordinary person. Friends commented on him as: a chivalrous man who truly has a sense of justice, can rely on each other in times of trouble, and shares weal and woe.The enemy's evaluation of him is: when you meet him, you'd better hide in the Western Regions immediately, as far away as possible, and it's best not to meet this person for the rest of your life. Xiaoqiu treats many people differently. Wan Zhongtian kidnapped the daughters of the people and died without guilt, Xiaoqiu used a sword; Lan Xixing stole the disaster funds, but cut off his own arm, which is still salvageable, Xiaoqiu used a lesson; Lin Xiaofeng was disheartened and depressed, Xiaoqiu uses warmth. These methods are undoubtedly correct and effective.Therefore, there will be many people who try their best to find Xiaoqiu, and there will be many soul-stirring and epic stories, and there will be endless stories of heroism.