Drunken and faintly dreaming

In this silent dusk, the mountain breeze became stronger and stronger, causing the branches and leaves of the bamboo forest full of tombs to sway, creating a strange feeling of enchantment... However, this scene is actually very close to the scene.

He Xin Zhuihu's state of mind at this time was mourning Qiu Laoliu.

Unknowingly, most of the hour had "slipped" by. However, staying alone in front of Qiu Laoliu's tomb seemed to make Xin Zhuihu temporarily forget the passage of time. In the "Northern Tiger" who values ​​love and justice,

It seems that only by immersing silent condolences like this can I express a little bit of my own grief...

After being really sad for a while, Xin Zhuihu, who was still in great grief, suddenly felt that he was a very small existence in the world. At the same time, he also felt completely despaired of all the mundane things in the world. In this kind of situation,

In this state - his alertness seems to have suddenly dropped a lot...

What Xin Zhuihu didn't know was that his extreme compassion for others at this moment was undoubtedly an excellent opportunity for some people!

At this moment, a masked man who had been quietly lurking deep in the bamboo forest felt a burst of joy in his heart: God is really helping me! When I encounter this good opportunity, I am not afraid that I will not succeed this time! He quickly took it from his waist

He took off a refined crossbow, tightened the string, and loaded a crossbow arrow.

The masked man who was preparing to carry out a sneak attack raised his crossbow smoothly with very skilled movements, and calmly aimed at his "prey"... However, the scene he saw in front of him made him temporarily stop completing the next step.

One step action.

Perhaps thinking that the two old friends should have a drink with each other, Xin Zhuihu took out a jar of aged flower carvings from the bamboo basket he had just brought over, took off the lid, and sprinkled a large amount on the ground in front of Qiu Laoliu's tomb. Then

, he grabbed the wine can, raised his neck and drank a big mouthful...

At this moment, the crossbow strings in the bamboo forest suddenly sounded - a crossbow arrow with a cold light flew towards Xin Zhuihu!

It was too late to tell, but it was too late to tell. I don’t know whether it was because Xin Zhuihu made an awkward move unintentionally, or whether he noticed a strange movement and reacted - anyway, the wine can was just slightly tilted, and it happened to be

That hidden arrow was blocked!

"Damn it!" The masked killer was a little annoyed, and he hurriedly pulled the string and loaded another crossbow. However, when he was about to aim at the target again, he suddenly discovered - where is that damn man? Why?

In the blink of an eye, he disappeared without a trace?

The masked killer only focused on searching for the target he was looking for in all directions, but he didn't realize it - above his head, there was already an extremely sharp murderous intention!

At this critical moment, a spiked arrow shot from a hill not far away with a shrill whistling sound! The sounding arrow alerted two people at the same time - they wanted to carry out a counterattack.

Xin Zhuihu had no choice but to give up temporarily, while the masked killer who was almost about to be reimbursed heard the news and fled in panic...

At that moment, Xin Zhuihu knew very well: The two evil stars in the world who are very good at killing people with hidden arrows - "Falcon" and "Drug Lord" have already arrived, but he has no choice but to rely on his own strength to win the battle.

He couldn't defeat them. So, he had no choice but to let out a long roar and use Qinggong. Between a dozen of them jumped up and down - he had already escaped from the range where his opponent could kill people.

…

On the bank of the breezy Longjiang River, there is a small cliff protruding into the river. On top of it, according to the terrain, a small pavilion facing the river was cleverly built. Just from the unique vision of its owner in selecting the site, it is not difficult to deduce that

His unusual cultivation and identity.

On that quiet and refreshing riverside, a burst of melodious and melodious piano music suddenly sounded out of thin air. If you listen carefully, it seems that there are millions of soldiers lurking in the gentle and harmonious music! Obviously, the person playing the piano is not only

He is proficient in music theory and possesses extraordinary strategies.

At this time, a small boat floated on the river with the waves. Standing quietly on the bow was a Confucian scholar about fifty years old wearing a square scarf. He must have heard the sound of the piano, so he followed the sound.

Looking for it - looking up at the small pavilion facing the river...

What the Confucian saw was that not far from the railing of the small pavilion near the river, there was a middle-aged man with a slightly fat figure, playing the piano alone and expressing his feelings. After a while, a piece of music was being performed and gradually began to sing.

In a beautiful environment, the person playing the piano has a happy face and seems to have a hearty feeling...

Helplessly, a burst of hurried footsteps suddenly sounded in the corridor, interrupting this beautiful moment in a very strange way. Immediately afterwards, a child servant gently opened the curtain and entered.

The man playing the piano had a sullen look on his face, stretched out his fingers to press the strings, and asked angrily: "What's the matter?"

"Master, it's Mr. Nan who's here." The boy servant reported in a low voice.

"Oh? Just because of him, you are so anxious and disrupting my happiness?"

"Master, have you forgotten? You specifically told me before that Mr. Fan Nan will report it to you immediately whenever he comes?" the boy servant replied carefully and tremblingly.

The middle-aged man glanced at him sideways and said lazily: "Then, just ask him to come in!"

The boy servant agreed, and withdrew as if he had been granted amnesty. He conveyed his master's wishes to the visitor who had just come down the river by boat and was waiting in the corridor.

So, who is this "Mr. Nan" who barged in without knowing the current affairs? He was Nan Hezi who suddenly visited the Wuming Taoist Temple in Xianglufeng in the middle of the night a few days ago.

Nan Hezi rushed to the bank of the Longjiang River in such a hurry just to inform his "knowledgeable master" - Bi Yunkai, of the news that Xin Zhuihu's current whereabouts were unknown.

More than ten years ago, when the imperial court was preparing to establish the "Beiming Pavilion" supervision agency, it also secretly reserved a hand: it directly ordered Bi Yunkai to secretly establish the "Lingyuntai". The actual authority of this "Lingyuntai" is greater than that of the "Lingyuntai".

"Beiming Pavilion" is even higher, but since the day it was built, it has only been able to carry out activities in secret, and then directly consulted and reported to "Prince Wei".

Since it is a completely confidential dark organization, all personnel in Lingyuntai, from the highest officer Bi Yunkai down, are usually referred to by their code names. The chief officer Bi Yunkai is respectfully called "Tai Zun" and "Master" internally, but outside he is actually

There is also a little-known code name. There are vague rumors about this in the world, and some people even boldly speculated: Bi Yunkai may be called "Spicy Diao".

At that moment, Nan Hezi made a detailed report on the situation where Xin Zhuihu escaped from his golden cicada's shell halfway on the mountain road, hid in the clog Taoist, and then disappeared.

Bi Yunkai heard this and yelled angrily: "You are such a cunning northern tiger like a fox! Now that he has been allowed to escape again and again, why don't you tell me - what should I do?"

Nan Hezi pondered for a moment, gently stroked the small tuft of goatee, and said slowly: "Master, there is no hurry, there is no hurry..." His eyes were rolling, and no one was around, so he came over.

, lowered his voice and continued: "..."