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The author of this book writes a series of novella martial arts novels about strange worlds with an elegant word brand title. The author cleverly combines the plot of the story with the name of the word brand, and the idea is ingenious, which is amazing.

The night is as dark as ink. All the lights in the mansion were out, and there was no sound. There was a sinister smile on the corner of his mouth. Not to mention anyone in the room, even the big yellow dog was fast asleep. He bit a seven-inch-and-a-half-inch-long fine steel dagger in his mouth, and took advantage of the weak moonlight to get in through the dog hole... When he crawled out of the dog hole, he still had the dagger in his mouth, but the dagger was dripping with blood. He touched the bulging package in his arms, feeling a little satisfied. The harvest this time was not bad, at least one hundred taels of silver, and I could spend half a month in the most luxurious brothel in the city. His money came quickly and he spent it quickly. He could no longer remember how many times he had done this. The five members of the family inside died unjustly, silently, without pain, so they reported to the King of Hell.

As he beat his legs, a cold autumn wind blew from outside the door, not even a hint of chill on Yue Tingjie's body. From his angle, he could see the moss-covered patio outside the wing. Hexi's sunlight shone down softly, falling on the two maroon wooden doors, and he could see dust particles floating in the air through the gaps. At this time, someone sneaked in from outside the door. "Master, Master!" The eldest disciple Xu Ning came up to him and called softly with a pious look on his face. Yue Tingjie felt comforted in his heart and tried hard to smile in response, but the stiff muscles on his face showed no reaction at all, and he couldn't help but sigh inwardly. Very few people can come to this wing. He is now lying on a Taishi chair. Except for his eyes and brain, which can still move, all the muscles in his body are no longer functioning. He is no different from a tree or a piece of grass.

The snow covered me silently. The Longyang Gorge was completely white. Shang Situ and his brothers were lying in ambush on the cliffs on both sides of the Longyang Gorge, their whole bodies hidden in the heavy snow. They lay here for a whole day and night, motionless, integrated with the heaven and earth, as if they were all dead things. At this time, several pedestrians came from the mouth of the gorge in twos and threes, including women and children, all dressed as civilians. Shang Situ's eyes were sharp. Although they were dressed like ordinary people of the Song Dynasty, the appearance of the Jin people was very different from that of the Song people. These people had high noses, deep eye sockets, and ice-blue pupils. They were obviously the sentinels disguised by the Jin people. Shang Situ secretly cursed: "Cunning golden dog!" Longyang Gorge used to be the territory of the Song Dynasty, but now it is within the scope of the Jin Kingdom.