Legend of the Great Sage

Xiong Xiangwu was half-kneeling in embarrassment and looked up at the top of the restaurant. A tall figure stood there, the bowstring of the big bow in his hand was still trembling. Although it was not as good as a split stone bow, it was also a hard bow with iron tires that was rarely seen.

His pupils shrank: "Huang Binghu!"

Huang Binghu said: "Master Xiongzhai, this arrow is just a greeting, I hope you will retreat in spite of difficulties, otherwise don't blame me for being ruthless!"

Xiong Xiangwu broke out in a cold sweat, knowing that what Huang Binghu said was by no means big words. If Huang Binghu had attacked with all his strength with the heart to kill, others would not be able to turn around in mid-air and would most likely be shot on the spot. A marksman who occupies a favorable position and hides sneak attacks is really terrible.

Yang Anzhi said: "You really want to stand up for this kid!"

Huang Binghu said: "Spiritual ginseng was indeed found by Li Qingshan, but it has already been taken by him. It has cured a chronic illness for many years. Sect Leader Yang has found the wrong person." Take a strong bow.

Qingyang martial arts, four prominent figures, appeared together, only for Li Qingshan, either enemy or friend.

The disciples of the Iron Fist Sect were all amazed, and the residents nearby were bold enough to open the first-line windows to quietly watch this rare scene.

The torches were fluttering with the cold wind, Yang Anzhi, Xiong Xiangwu, Liu Hong, Huang Binghu, Li Qingshan, everyone's expressions flickered, but they seemed to be frozen and stagnant, each with their own scruples. And consideration, involving each other, no one dares to shoot easily.

Li Qingshan suddenly burst out laughing, and the laughter took the cold wind and spread far: "Master Xiongzhai, this is your only chance to kill me, still don't do it? When I kill you with my own hands, those hozens under your hands will still be there. If I miss the chance to escape today, I will just come to the door to ask for advice in the future, and uproot your Heifeng Village, leaving no one behind!"

raving! Everyone present thought it was a harsh rant.

Heifengzhai has been in turmoil for many years in Qingyang. Except for Lemazhuang, which is relatively indifferent to the world, both the Longmen faction and the Iron Fistmen desperately want to eliminate it, but Yang Anzhi and Liu Hong have both agreed in their hearts, unless the two join forces. Opportunity, but even if it succeeds, it has to pay a heavy price.

Now, Li Qingshan actually said that he would destroy Heifengzhai with his own power. Even if his martial arts evaluation was not low, he felt that he was too arrogant and ignorant.

Xiong Xiangwu's expression was close to fury, and he became more and more like a black bear: "Then I will wait for you, if you don't come, I will also be unable to survive alone in Woniu Village." Finally, he said a cruel sentence: "No matter who If anyone dares to help you, I will sack him and exterminate his family!" He hurried away with his men and horses, and the disciples of the Iron Fist Sect did not block him.

Yang Anzhi also used Qinggong and disappeared into the night, with a voice from afar: "Wait, Li Qingshan, your enemies will become more and more, and your death is not far away."

Liu Hongchong and Li Qingshan bowed their hands and took the people away. The gentry are willing to donate ten times the money to suppress the bandits, just to let the disciples of the Longmen faction go, and don't let them get involved.

The messy restaurant has become empty, and only Li Qingshan is left standing at the window, holding the flying dragon sword seized from Yang Anzhi in his hand.

Huang Binghu brought people up, Li Qingshan turned back and said, "Huanghun, I want an explanation!"

The two hunters brought up the sturdy little black, and Huang Binghu said, "Kneel down and speak!"

Xiao Hei told the whole story one by one, and finally said: "You kill me, I don't regret it!"

Huang Binghu said with difficulty: "I watched Xiao Hei grow up. I only blame my poor discipline for this matter. I ask you to spare him this time." He pulled out the hunting knife from his waist, returned a knife, and inserted it into his shoulder. .

"Headhunter!" Xiao Hei said anxiously.

"Xiao Hei, there are some things that can't be done. I, Huang Binghu, have killed countless people in my life, and I have never been ungrateful, let alone avenged my revenge!" Huang Binghu stretched out his hand, and the headhunter behind him handed another hunting knife into his hands with a sad expression. ,

Huang Binghu put his hand back into his left shoulder.

Tears were streaming down Xiao Hei's face, filled with regrets and regrets. From childhood to adulthood, he respected and worshiped this man more than his own father, but now he wants to see him stabbed for himself.

Huang Binghu only inserted the hunting knife into his chest.

Three knives and six holes, life for life, this is what a person in the rivers and lakes can give.

With one hand firmly grasping Huang Binghu's wrist, the knife could not stab.

Li Qingshan was shocked at first, and then relieved, "The headhunter wants to take the matter on himself and then die? It's useless, even if they are suspicious, they will find me."

Huang Binghu sighed heavily, and he, who has walked through the rivers and lakes, knows the horror of this matter. A secret book, a sword, can stir up a sea of ​​blood in the rivers and lakes, and the lives of those first-class, even super-class masters, don't need money to fill in it.

The red light in Li Qingshan's eyes disappeared, and a smile appeared. It was not a wild laugh, but a hearty young man: "But I'm not afraid of them!" This sentence was hearty and confident, without waiting for Huang Binghu to remind him. He continued: "Is my tiger bone wine ready?"

"Tomorrow I will send someone to deliver it!"

Li Qingshan didn't say anything more, he walked downstairs, and when he came outside, he suddenly felt a coldness on his face, raised his head, and snowflakes floated in the dark sky.

A wisp of clear shadow flew out from the locust plaque and danced beside him.

Li Qingshan said to himself: "I'm not afraid of the enemy, what I'm afraid of is betrayal." I saw Xiao An looking at him ignorantly, and couldn't help laughing: "You don't understand, anyway, you won't betray me, Right!"

Xiao An may not understand the meaning of "betrayal" in Li Qingshan's mouth, but he understood the expectation in his eyes and nodded hastily.

"Let's go, tonight is not over yet!" Li Qingshan's eyes lit up with flames, as if he could melt the world of ice and snow.

The old trousers took a sip of old wine and turned on the charcoal fire in the stove to resist the pervasive cold of winter.

He has no wife in his life, and has been an arsenal guard for decades. The neighbors all forgot his name, only remembered his surname Zhang, and they all called him Lao Zhangtou or Lao Kutou, and then the children around them called out the old trousers and the old trousers for some reason and let him This old man, who has been single all his life, has a bit of wretchedness in plain sight.

It was already deep at night, and he hadn't slept yet. He was looking back on his life as usual, ruminating to extract the brightest parts of his memory, and chewing repeatedly while taking advantage of the wine. As for whether these memories are true or false, just like his name, not only others, but even himself can't tell the difference.

"Dong dong dong!" A few loud noises interrupted his memory, and he opened the door unhappily, "Who is it? It's so late?" Then he saw a half-year-old boy standing in front of the door, showing him apologetic Smile.

"Lord Ye, magistrate, let me come to the arsenal to get a few things, this is a document!"

The old trousers froze all over. Although there are many imaginary parts in his memory, at least part of it is real. He has really been a soldier and fought in wars, and he has seen scenes of killing people with real swords and real guns. Although this young man is in front of him. He was very young and kind, but he smelled a familiar aura - murderous aura.

Murderous aura lingers, that is the feeling of a fierce soldier with dozens of lives in the army. If you encounter such an enemy in the battle array, you must stay as far away as possible.

He didn't even look at the document carefully, he took off the key tremblingly, picked up the lantern, and opened the door of the arsenal.

The arsenal gate is as high as zhang Xu, made of pig iron, 36 iron nails are neatly arranged, and a pair of tigers are titled with iron rings.

The old trousers pushed hard a few times, but Kumen didn't move at all. He scolded: "It seems to be frozen." I saw that the young man put his hand on the cold iron door and pushed it gently. into the arsenal.

The old trousers hunched over and waited outside the door. In the past few years, this is the first time someone has come to the arsenal to get something. I don't know what to get? What do you want to do with it?

While thinking about it, I only heard the sound of "clanging" from far to near, a figure stepped out of the arsenal, black black armor wrapped his strong body, full of icy and chilling texture, skirt armor swayed with his movements.

The old trousers stopped breathing and fell to the ground. He recalled the horror on the battlefield, those cold and fierce figures, as if the next moment, the person in front of him would swing a knife to kill him.