Looking into the distance, the rain is drizzling, the scenery is hazy, and the mountains in the distance are blocked by white clouds.

The rainwater gathers into a line, knocking on the bluestone under the eaves, making a monotonous sound. The breeze shakes the windows from time to time, bringing a fresh and moist atmosphere.

Upstairs of the teahouse, Jingyun played with bamboo chopsticks boredly and pouted, "Uncle Ning, how long will we have to wait? It has been ten days since then, but there is still no news about that person. If he is invincible from now on, wouldn't we be in vain?"

Qingning's eyes drooped slightly, and she turned the Buddhist beads in her hand and said, "Entering the world is also a practice. As long as there is a Buddha in her heart, how can you waste your time? If you recite Buddhist scriptures silently, you can naturally get rid of anger and calm your mind. Even if you have three or five years, it will be just a flash of your fingers."

Jingyun stuck out his tongue and whispered: "Yes!" He looked at the Diancang Sect's wife, who was at the same table, and smiled: "Madam Ma, can you tell me the story of fighting against the Four Tigers in West Sichuan?"

Mrs. Ma smiled and said, "That's all old things, and it's inconvenient to show off again and again. If you let your fellow practitioners hear it, wouldn't you laugh at me?" Her skin was fair and plump, her face was like a silver plate, and her every move was full of the charm of a mature woman. When she was young, she was a famous female hero in the southwest. She punished many evil people and left behind many thrilling stories.

Jingyun shook her hand and said, "There are no outsiders here, who can gossip? If there is no story to listen to, it will be suffocating."

Suddenly, the sound of hooves suddenly sounded, from far to near. In the rain and mist, three horses galloped towards the horse. The three knights were light like catkins, their eyes were like lightning, and their faces were filled with evil spirits. Ma Zhusheng and others were condescending, and when they saw the three people heading straight into the ancient town, they couldn't help but frown. The other party looked like they were not good people, but everyone was very skilled in martial arts. They didn't know whether they were gangsters or masters of evil ways. The two sides had very different positions. If there was a conflict, it might affect the original plan.

The three riders came downstairs of the teahouse, tied the reins, and the horses neighed. Shaoqing, the teahouse staff led the three men to the second floor and respectfully asked the guests to sit down. Qingning and others looked sideways, secretly paying attention to the alert.

Unexpectedly, the other party immediately sensed something. A handsome and luxurious young man in the seat looked up and turned his eyes on Mrs. Ma's plump chest and Jingyun's pretty face. A lewd smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, as if he regarded them as naked prey. A sarcastic and feminine man beside him smiled and said, "Is the beauty there? Is it that young man moved?" The young man smiled and said, "Sage Kong said, 'Food and sex are the nature!' It is natural to see that the wild flowers on the roadside are not white, but they are not picking them!" As he said that, he stared at him fiercely.

Ma Zhu was furious, slapped the table, and stared at him, "Ge, where did you see your eyes? Be careful I dug up your dog's eyes!"

The young master glanced at him and said disdainfully: "You ugly guy, do you want to scare me? Look at your appearance, how can you deserve such a beautiful and passionate woman? It's like a flower stuck in cow dung!"

Ma Zhusheng has a big head and small eyes, his nostrils are facing the sky, and he really doesn't look good. He also knows that he is not compatible with his wife. He is very jealous. Once someone discusses this, he will immediately be furious and furious. Knowing that the other party is intentionally irritating himself and provoking trouble, he grasped the hilt of the sword and said angrily: "I won't kill the nameless ghost under my sword, you can report it to me!"

Qingning hurriedly stopped him and said, "Her Ma, please calm down! Don't forget our mission, why bother with such a person?"

Ma Zhusheng was so angry that her face turned red and her neck was thick, and her chest was undulating, and she said, "But..."

Mrs. Ma grabbed his hand and said, "Fourth Senior Brother, put the overall situation first! We should not make more enemies before the goal appears. Have you forgotten the commander's instructions?"

Ma Zhusheng was stunned for a while, his face turned blue and red. He stomped his feet and sat down heavily. He turned his head to look out the window, and the blue veins on the back of his hand holding the sword were exposed. Mrs. Ma sighed softly and kept whispering to comfort her.

The young master was Yuwen Zheng who had disappeared for a while. On the left was his inseparable guard sword slave, and on the right was the two-sided demon Nie Buren. Seeing that the other party was unwilling to respond, Yuwen Zheng sneered and asked his friend to bring him some refreshments and wait while eating.

Nie Buren looked at the sky outside the window and frowned and said, "Young Master, the agreed time has passed, but Master Li has not appeared. Could it be that something happened to her on the way?"

Yu Wen Zheng looked calm and carefully savored the taste of the tea, saying, "Sect Master Li is capable and has unparalleled charm. How is it your turn to worry about her? Judging from her style of conduct, she probably met a handsome young man on the way. While she was happy and rushing on the way, she naturally wasted time. I wonder who fell in love with her charming heart this time? Haha, it's a matter of death under the peony flowers, and it's a matter of being a ghost!"

Nie Buren smiled sinisterly and said, "I hope she is fascinated by Hu Qingpeng, which will save a lot of trouble."

Qingning and others heard him mention the name "Hu Qingpeng", and were shocked at the same time. Jingyun's hand shook and broke the bamboo chopsticks with a "crack". After the battle in Jingshan, both Emei and Diancang sects regarded Hu Qingpeng as the murderer. They all used their sects to jointly dispatch them to lay out nets at the junction of Sichuan and Hubei, and investigate Hu Qingpeng's whereabouts everywhere. As long as he showed up, he would kill him. This is the only way toward Yunnan and Guizhou. Qingning and others have been monitoring here for a long time, and finally caught a little clue, so they are naturally very excited.

Mrs. Ma stood up and fisted and said, "I'm disturbing my three friends! We are Dian Cang, who is under Emei's sect, and has a deep bloody feud with the Hengshan traitor Hu Qingpeng, and are looking for this person everywhere. I wonder if there is any news about Hu Qingpeng? If you can give me a message, Dian Cang, Emei will have a good reward!"

Yuwen Zheng and Nie Buren looked at each other and smiled and said, "It turns out that you are also seeking revenge on Hu Qingpeng. What a coincidence! I am the most pity. Since the beauty is begging me, I can consider telling you the truth. But it depends on how much you are willing to pay?"

Mrs. Ma said, "Diancang, although the Emei sects are not rich, they can still take advantage of 10,000 or 20,000 taels of silver. I will make a bold decision. How about the news about using 10,000 taels of silver to buy you?"

Yu Wenzheng laughed loudly, his frivolous eyes fell on her moving curve, and said, "My wealth is inexhaustible and inexhaustible. Will you be greedy for this little profit? Madam is too underestimating me! As long as you spend the night with me, I can tell you Hu Qingpeng's itinerary for free."

"You are shameless! Vulgar!" Although Mrs. Ma was a married woman, she couldn't help but feel angry when she heard the conditions offered by the other party, and she stomped her feet and scolded her.

Ma Zhusheng is even a clay man, so how can he hold it back? Besides, he usually hates other men to tease his wife the most. Canglang drew his sword in his hand and shouted angrily: "Shameless scum, dares to openly insult me, Diancang Sect, look at the sword!" His body moved, and the sword walked along the side door, and suddenly crossed two meters away. The tip of the sword was like a poisonous snake, slantingly stabbed Yuwen Zheng's heart and mouth. Although he was ugly, his martial arts were quite skillful, and he was deeply aware of Diancang Sword samadhi, otherwise how could he win the heart of his junior sister? The sword was angry, anxious and ruthless, with the momentum of piercing his opponent's sword into the heart.

Yuwen Zheng's face darkened, staring at Ma Zhusheng coldly, a cruel green light flashed in his eyes, but his body was still motionless. Seeing that the long sword was about to pierce his heart, a white light suddenly jumped, and a long sword suddenly appeared out of thin air, slashing heavily on the sword blade. As the sword light flashed, the sword slave had already jumped out of the seat, and rushed into the empty door in front of Ma Zhusheng with the sword.

Ma Zhusheng was shocked by a knife and the tiger's mouth was numb. Seeing the enemy as fierce as a tiger going down the mountain, he couldn't help but aroused his competitive spirit. He shouted with a sword and fought back without giving in. One sword technique was fierce and fierce, and the other sword technique was swept up quickly and viciously. This time, it collided and countless sparks splashed in the air. The space upstairs was already narrow, and the two of them fought, and the tables, chairs and benches burst, and other tea-drinking guests ran away with their heads and were swept to the ground by the strong wind, which was so painful.

Ma Zhusheng became more and more surprised as he fought. The opponent's skills seemed to be endless. Every time he slashed, he was still as inflatable as the first one, and his momentum was heavy. He connected more than twenty swords, and his five fingers were already numb. If he fought hard like this, he would have to be exhausted! He was determined to adopt the strategy of avoiding the real and making the weak, but the sword slave and sword were pressing tightly, and he would not leave the key points, giving him no chance to wander and move. He complained in his heart, and sweat couldn't help but burst out from his forehead.

Both sides of the game were masters, so how could they not see that Ma Zhusheng's battle situation was tight? Yuwen Zheng smiled and said, "Hey, the ugly ghost of the Cang Sect, if you are willing to abandon the sword and give up, I will ask my servant to spare your life. Otherwise, after ten moves, you will definitely have a broken stomach and blood splattered in five steps!"

Ma Zhu shouted angrily: "You dream, I would rather die than surrender!" He was slightly distracted when he spoke. The knife slave took the opportunity to cut the wounds deep into his shoulders, and the blood immediately dyed his clothes red.

Mrs. Ma and his wife were deeply in love. Seeing this, they felt heartbroken and couldn't help shouting: "Fourth Brother, I'll help you!" The sword was unsheathed, stabbed the knife slave with a sniff, and got involved in the battle group.

Yuwen Zheng winked, and Nie Buren sneered: "Dian Cang Sect fights less, don't you follow the rules of the world?" Suddenly, his wrist moved slightly, and five or six strange-shaped hidden weapons roared and shot towards Mrs. Ma like poisonous bees.

Mrs. Ma swung her sword quickly, slashing, picking, and thrusting, dancing a tight sword net in front of her, and at the same time she pulled back quickly to avoid the position she was standing. However, Nie Buren's hidden weapon was like a maggot with bones, chasing him without falling, either left or right, front or back, and shooting in strange arcs. Sometimes, she would suddenly change direction and speed in the air, which was hard to defend. Mrs. Ma was forced to dodge for a while, and could not help her husband at all.

Suddenly, Ma Zhusheng groaned and was shot in his left leg by a hidden weapon. The sole of his foot staggered. The sword slave pointed at his chest and slashed hard. Mrs. Ma was about to break his heart and shouted: "Fourth Senior Brother!" Ma Zhusheng was worthy of being a master of Dian Cang. When he was in danger, he did not defend and counterattack. His sword quickly cut off the opponent's yin part, which was a way of fighting. The sword slave made a mistake and avoided the enemy's sword. He slashed his backhand and slashed straight to the back of his neck. It was unstoppable.

"Stop!" Qingning's voice fell from the sword. He held the steel knife in time, shook his strength, and actually shook the sword slave a step back. Before the opponent could understand what was going on, the sword came out like the wind and stabbed him in his eyes. The sword slave reacted very quickly. He held the sword sword with a horizontal knife, Qingning's footwork was unfolding, and the long sword was cut to his side. She just watched the sword slave's sword technique, and she knew the opponent's terribleness and must not let him take the initiative in the attack, so she frequently attacked. The Emei Sect is one of the seven major sword sects in the world, and she is a master in the sect. The sword technique is profound and the length of internal strength is even better than that of Ma Zhu. At this time, the exquisite tricks of the Emei Sword Technique were launched. Silver light was everywhere, and the sword flowers bloomed, and three points of beauty were hidden in the murderous intent.

Ma Zhusheng was about to step forward to attack, but suddenly he realized that his lower limbs were paralyzed. He was struggling and was already poisoned! He gritted his teeth, swung his sword and cut off the hidden weapon and flesh, and his blood spurted like sludge, which was quite a bit of the courage to cut off his arm.

Yuwen Zheng said in surprise: "The old nun is not bad in martial arts, but she can actually defeat the sword slave! Hehe, since everyone is busy, how about we have fun?" His figure suddenly flashed, he jumped to Jingyun, reached out to touch her tender cheeks without restraint, and said with a lewd smile: "What a pure pretty nun, I like it!"

Jingyun screamed with a scream, jumped to the window like a frightened rabbit, held the hilt of the sword behind her, bit her lips and said, "You, what do you want to do? If you take another step forward, I will draw the sword!" She has been practicing in the mountains since she was a child, isolated from the world, and has almost never had any contact with young men. At this time, she saw the other party's hot and greedy eyes, and instinctively felt scared and disgusted.

Yuwen Zheng has a habit of being a beautiful woman. When he saw her frightened expression, he became more excited. His lower body suddenly became as hard as iron. He chuckled and said, "What do I want to do? Of course I want to fuck you!" His big hand suddenly leaned forward and grabbed her slightly raised breasts.

Jingyun screamed, "No!" The sword light flashed, slashing An Lu's claws.

Yuwen Zheng's arm shrank, and almost scratched his fingers by the long sword. He nodded and said, "Good swordsmanship is beyond my expectations!" His palms danced, and suddenly thousands of phantoms formed in the air, covering the pure clouds.

Although Jingyun's sword technique is powerful, he lacks practical experience. When he saw a flash of sight, the enemy turned into countless enemies and attacked from all directions. He couldn't help but panic. The sword stabbed several times and stabbed to the void. His wrist suddenly hurt and was hit by the opponent's palm sword. The sword fell to the ground with a clang. Her heart was like falling into an ice cave. Seeing Yuwen Zheng approaching with a grim smile, she was already unable to retreat. She was so scared that she shouted: "Uncle Master save me!"

Yuwen Zheng smiled lewdly and said, "Your uncle can't take care of yourself, how could he disturb us? Little beauty, let's be intimate and intimate!"

At this moment, the wind suddenly sounded, and a figure passed through the window and jumped upstairs, just in front of Jingyun, and immediately forced Yuwen Zheng to take three steps back. The person came was a strong man with a long sword on his back and a bamboo hat on his head. He exuded a strong and unyielding aura, like a majestic mountain and a pine straightening. The rain on his body drips on the ground, which seemed to have been on a long journey. Jingyun smelled the breath of the young man on his body, and somehow his palms were sweating and his cheeks were hot. A thought suddenly jumped out of his mind: I wonder if he looks good?

Yuwen Zheng pointed at the young man with one hand and said in a deep voice: "Who are you? You dare to ruin my good deeds! Believe it or not, I, Baiyun Sect, will destroy your entire family immediately?!" He was interrupted when he was burning with desire, and his mood was naturally very bad, and he rushed over to death.

The man sneered, "Yuwen Zheng, you are still the kind of dog that cannot change your virtue of eating shit! Are you a woman in the world who wants to be humiliated at will?" His head was slightly raised, and a pair of fire-breathing eyes appeared under the hat.

Yu Wen Zheng was stunned for a moment and said in a lost voice: "Hu Qingpeng!"

These three words were like a thunderbolt in the clear sky, which made everyone's mind shake and they stopped fighting at the same time. The sword slave originally wanted to continue chasing Qingning, but was stopped by Yuwen Zheng in time. Both sides withdrew from the battle circle, and their eyes fell on Hu Qingpeng, with both suspicion, hatred, surprise and other expressions.

Jingyun was confused and stared at Hu Qingpeng's back. She wanted to take the opportunity to attack the enemy of this sect, but couldn't bear to hurt her benefactor who had saved her. Qingning knew her nephew's personality very well. She was afraid that she would be hurt if she did something when she was hesitant, so she hurriedly shouted: "Jingyun, come here!" Jingyun agreed and jumped to the uncle's side and stood there. She felt a little disappointed in her heart. She secretly glanced at Hu Qingpeng, and saw that he had thick eyebrows, bright eyes, and rough face. Although he could not be handsome, he was full of masculine and healthy atmosphere. He had a unique style. His heart was inexplicably thrust, and he hurriedly bowed his head and didn't dare to look at it.

Yu Wen Zheng looked at Hu Qingpeng up and down and said suspiciously: "Are you the only one?"

Hu Qingpeng sneered, "What do you say?" Before he finished speaking, a light breeze passed by, and Yi Wufeng, who was as white as snow, appeared beside him. The enemy was extremely jealous when they met. Yi Wufeng looked at Yu Wen Zheng coldly. Thinking that he almost died under his poisonous needle, anger rushed to his heart and said in a cold voice: "It's really a narrow road for enemies! Yu Wen Zheng, don't talk nonsense, how about our life and death today?"

Yu Wen Zheng smiled and said without a smile: "Elder Yi was joking. He had to fight for life and death at the past misunderstanding. Wouldn't it be laughed at by others? Dian Cang and Emei sects over there want to kill Hu Qingpeng to take revenge. You should send them away first!" With their strength, it is not enough to fight against the two masters at the same time, so he simply showed that the enemy was weak and waited for reinforcements to arrive. He also took the opportunity to provoke the relationship between the two sides. It would be best if the crane and clam fight, so that the fisherman could benefit.

Hu Qingpeng looked at Qingning and others in shock and said slowly: "It turns out that they are seniors from Dian Cang and Emei. Hu is polite! You must have come for revenge for their fellow disciples, but they did not die under my sword. I was wronged! I don't want to fight with you today, so as not to be sowed by the villain's plan to sow discord. I wonder what you are thinking?"
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