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The Yellow River raged and flooded for eight hundred miles. Prime Minister Zhang Shiyu spoke to the emperor and asked for permission to release treasury funds for disaster relief, and made him fully responsible. The imperial court opened its treasury and allocated millions of dollars to send to the disaster areas. Due to the rampant thieves in the world, Zhang Shiyu dispatched the chief arrester of the Criminal Department, Tieshanlang, to accompany the escort agency. The bloody flags and flags fluttered in the autumn wind. Behind the rider who cleared the way, the two riders rode together. Riding a maroon horse on the left is a burly man in his fifties. The cold wind as hard as a knife stirs the gray goatee on his chin. His big red and black face is as cold as a piece of granite, and a pair of eagle eyes stares ahead. Everyone in the world knows that this man is the boss of the Jingcheng Yaoyang Escort Agency, nicknamed "The Black-faced God".

Hua Ling'er's sword flashed, and a head had already left the opponent's body. "Well, you deserve to be called the 'Singing Skylark' of a family of killers!" Zhao Qingyun praised repeatedly. "You killed the fake, where is the real one?" Wujie complained. In a dark basement, a woman with disheveled hair who was nailed to the wall suddenly appeared in front of them. Wu Jie's figure flashed, and after hearing the sound of "ding dong", the iron nails on his palms and wrists were pulled out. "Prajna Divine Finger, Feilai Peak Divine Skill, little novice monk, are you Wu Fang's disciple?" "I am Wu Fang's junior brother," Wu Jie replied. "Are you also from a generation without a name? Who is your master?" "My master's name is Fangyuan."

Twenty years ago, the Imperial Demon Sect rose up in Beiman Mountain, openly confronting the righteous way of martial arts in the Central Plains, and the world was filled with bloodshed. Nangong Qingtian, the old owner of the Nangong family, led the Thirteen Swordsmen of the Central Plains and the elites of the Nine Sects to the north to Mang Mountain and fought bloody battles for seven days, finally annihilating the Imperial Sect in one fell swoop. Its leader Nie Wanhuang was also jointly killed by the righteous men in that battle. Ji Ruhui is one of the Thirteen Swordsmen of the Central Plains. He just rushed back to Shiling from Cangzhou that day. Ji Ruhui went to Cangzhou to attend Mo Yimang's funeral. Mo Yimang was also one of the Thirteen Swordsmen, but he died. In the past three months, seven of the Thirteen Musketeers have died unexpectedly, and all of them died of poisoning.

On a sleepless autumn night, gloomy dark clouds enveloped the gambling town surrounded by mountains and rivers. This Jiangnan gambling town is a huge maze composed of countless alleys. There are two main businesses in the town: gambling and skin and flesh trading. Only boss Lin Rumeng runs both businesses at the same time. Because she is a young and stunningly beautiful woman. However, gamblers and prostitutes only heard of her by name, and it was extremely rare for them to see this ecstatic lady. However, things in the world tend to become more divine as they spread, and it is under such circumstances that people become gods. She is a beautiful goddess. Not only that, Boss Lin is generous, philanthropic, and popular. Although there is no such organization as an industry gang in the town, this ecstasy lady is a recognized leader in the entertainment industry.

Diao'ao, a monk with long eyebrows and white beard, has been waiting for two hours at the top of Bisu Mountain, a mountain with high cliffs and elusive heights. The time has passed. Xiang Kui, the chief bodyguard of the "Fenghe Escort Agency" who was praised by knights as brave, knowledgeable and excellent in martial arts, still hasn't come. Xiang Kui has arrived at the foot of Bisu Mountain on the agreed date. It's not just the Diaoao monk on the mountain who is waiting for him. The enemy has laid a conspiracy. The handsome and heroic Xiang Kui, known as Kui Xia in the world, was rushing on his way against the snow and wind rolling in from the valley. The only person walking beside him was his disciple Bai Mei, a handsome and intelligent young man. "Uncle, will you come down the mountain to greet us? If we go astray..."

"The Taoist priest in Zixiaoguan said that my family would be destroyed within three days. It has been two and a half days now, why is there not even a movement?" Qin Yong, the Prince-in-law of the dynasty, twirling his beard, stood in the flower hall and laughed: "Unless the sky fire comes at this moment and burns down all the people and the house, where will the disaster come from? Old Wang, what do you think?" Wang Fulu, the old manager, laughed and said: "That Taoist priest is divided You are obviously talking nonsense! I deeply appreciate the emperor's kindness and be careful about what I say and do. How can this disaster come from this? It's ridiculous! It's just ridiculous!" "The appointed time is coming, Lao Wang, take the sticks and ropes and wait for me to smash the sign of the Taoist priest and send him to the punishment department for the crime of deceiving the public!" After Qin Yong ordered, he walked towards the inner hall with his hands behind his back, still laughing.

Late one night in the second year of Xiande's reign in the later Zhou Dynasty, Wang Puzheng, a doctor in the Ministry of War, hurried into the palace. Since the Battle of Gaoping, the new ruler of the Zhou Dynasty, who was in his prime, carried out a series of reforms, which have achieved initial results in the past year. The politics have become clear, the economy has prospered, the military strength has been further enhanced, and the entire country is prosperous. This energetic and ambitious emperor would often summon his ministers late at night to discuss military and state affairs. Wang Pu, who was known as a think tank, was already used to this. In late spring, you can still feel the chill on your face at night in the north, but Wang Pu's heart is warm, and he can guess the reason for the Lord's summons. During the day, I had just submitted the "Pingbian Policy" written by each other together with other ministers. It seems that my article has once again received the attention of the Lord. I want to discuss the details in detail. Isn't this what I expected? The flat edge and detailed planning are at ease in your heart.

755 AD, Chang'an. It was snowing heavily. On this day, suddenly the clouds opened and the snow began to fall. The door of Fu'an Pavilion in the southeast corner of Chongyang Mansion opened silently, and a group of maids and maids, surrounded by An Lushan's wife Yu Zhufeng, came out. This Yu Zhufeng was thirty years old. She was born with plump muscles and a voluptuous body, but her heart was extremely sinister. People in Chang'an secretly called her "the evil fox and evil star". Because of her martial arts skills, she was highly valued by An Lushan. She was both his wife and bodyguard, and commanded the guards of Chongyang Mansion. Recently, Yu Zhufeng heard that the imperial court was about to send troops to attack Chang'an. He was busy training soldiers and setting up city defenses. He was very tired. Today, he took advantage of the early sunshine after the snow to step out of Fu'an Pavilion to enjoy the snow and relax.

On this day, a handsome young man walked outside Qingzhou City. He had clear eyes and a bright look on his face. He wore a long sword on his waist and walked slowly on the ancient road outside the city. The young man's name was Liu Fenghan, who was born in Cangzhou. He was born into a poor family. He ran away from his parents while going to the market. Some people say that his parents deliberately left the child behind. There were many children in the family and they could not feed them. The child cried loudly in the busy market, but it did not arouse the sympathy of passers-by. Later, a monk passed by the market and saw the child crying pitifully, so he took him away. Many people don't know that that monk is the famous abbot of Anlu Temple, Master Zhiwu. A few years later, the abandoned child became a young man with great martial arts skills. A year ago, Master Zhiwu was assassinated and his life was in danger. Liu Fenghan knelt in front of his master's bed, asked him in detail who he had enmity with, and vowed to avenge him.

To the south of Zhengan City, outside the moat, the Tianwang Temple, which had always been dark and solemn, looked particularly gloomy today. The open area in front of the temple was filled with prisoners with their hands tied behind their backs. Dozens of executioners lined up, standing by the moat not far away, dozens of swords gleaming with cold light and filled with murderous intent. A pile of corpses were lying crookedly along the moat, with blood flowing gurglingly and a fishy wind blowing out. From the tall and dense cypress trees all around, the strange "Jie Jie" calls of jackdaws could be heard constantly. "Next!" Commander-in-Chief Yang Rangli stood at an altar table and shouted loudly. A few feet behind him, under the dripping eaves, sat a group of officials from the Taoist platform to the capital. There was a moment of confusion. Two soldiers stepped forward and pulled one out, removed the rope, and pushed hard.

The autumn colors are getting darker, and gusts of wind are blowing in the small courtyard, rustling the dead leaves all over the path. Zuo Hai, the chief escort of the Weishui Escort Agency, looked at the falling leaves, his brows furrowed, and he paced back and forth uneasily in the vestibule. "There are three days left! How to get through it..." Zuo Hai sighed heavily. In previous years, at this time of year, he would take a few people to the outside of Weishui City, ride horses wildly in the golden yellow, and ride and shoot to their heart's content. But now... Zuo Hai is nearly sixty years old and has been in the escort business for the first half of his life. After many storms and waves, the Weishui Escort Bureau has a good reputation and a booming business today. The children under her knees are also quite promising. They are both handsome and handsome, and everyone praises them. "If something goes wrong, it won't be a shame if I die. It's just An'er and Zhu'er..." He shook his head, suddenly hating himself.

In the fifth year of Emperor Xizong's apocalypse in the Ming Dynasty, near Fengyang County, Anhui Province, in an ancient temple with lush grass, a man was sitting cross-legged. This man was wearing a purple shirt and a copper-yellow bamboo hat on his head. A piece of black gauze hung down from the edge of the hat, making it difficult for people to see his appearance and age. But from the small chin and petite figure faintly exposed under the gauze, one can still guess that this is a young woman. This woman was sitting on the altar table in the ancient temple, with a long sword across her knees. She held the sword with one hand and inserted the other hand into the embroidered dart bag at her waist. She said coldly: "Aren't you tired of following my aunt all day long? Why don't you show up together today and let my aunt see what kind of virtue you have?"

The sun is shining brightly, and Jiang Hutian's mood is also like this bright sunshine. When he walked out of Datong Bank, he couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief, thinking that now he could finally choose a place to live in seclusion. Suddenly, he felt something was wrong. He turned around and saw a middle-aged man with a beard not far behind him, following him closely, seemingly unintentionally or intentionally. Jiang Hutian's heart sank: Who is this person? Could it be that he has found out that he is carrying a huge amount of money? But he thought that he knew some kung fu at least, and ordinary people in the world were no match for him, so he didn't care. Jiang Hutian turned around and headed towards a barren mountain, and the bearded man followed him. Jiang Hutian looked up and saw a big banyan tree at the three-way intersection ahead, so he ran quickly; the man was caught off guard, stunned, and quickened his pace.

In Huameiling, in early spring, the birds sing on the branches and the willow silk is green. In Yan's wine shop, Yun Gu straightened the overturned tables and chairs, then went down to the cellar to get a jar of ten-year-old Xinghuafen and placed it in front of the only customer in the shop: "Mr. Seeing that she was beautiful and looking after the shop alone, some of her words became a little unreasonable. A few anxious people were about to make a move, but they were beaten by the neighbor who came to the shop for breakfast every day so that his arm was dislocated and he ran away crying for his father and mother. This man's surname was Xia. He came to Lingxia half a year ago and built a small library in a thatched hut next door. He taught children from several nearby villages to read and collected some grain and meat for their education. Everyone respectfully called him Mr. Xia.

In the twelfth lunar month of winter, a small poor family lives. The family's surname is Wang. The mother and son live in a secluded mountain valley at the foot of Changbai Mountain. My mother is fifty years old, with gray hair on her temples and a face full of wrinkles. The son's name is Wang Bao. He is tall, broad-shouldered and round-waisted, with a square face and thick lips, sharp eyebrows and tiger eyes. He is handsome, honest and resolute. I'm twenty-three years old, but I haven't found a suitable wife yet because I live in a ravine where the cows are dead. As the New Year was approaching, he boiled a pot of hot water and started slaughtering the New Year pig. A small family cannot afford to raise a big pig. It only has a small fat pig weighing 100 pounds. It was raised by my mother who was digging grass seeds all over the mountain. That day, white snow was rolling outside the window, the old north wind was blowing, the wind was violent, the snow was howling, and the tide turned into ice.

On a moonlit night, at the foot of Daliang Mountain, a gust of cold wind blew by, and there was the sound of rapid horse hooves. A black-clad horseman took the lead, leaning tightly on the horse's back, the horse's hooves galloping without hesitation, and its skirts dancing wildly. Following closely behind was an ordinary carriage. Although the carriage is old, it is full of sachets and jade pendants. If you look carefully, you can vaguely see the traces of its former splendor. "Oh, slow down, slow down, it hurts me to death." A wailing sound came from the carriage. The car was going very fast, and the black shadow disappeared in an instant, but those words still echoed in the air. "Master, hold on, the genius doctor Liu Yishou said that you must find the blue ice lotus on the cliff in the extreme west of Daliang Mountain to cure your leg injury." The man in black in front turned back to the carriage and said loudly.

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.

During the Zhengde period of the Ming Dynasty, Emperor Zhu Houzhao was young and debauched, ignorant and immoral. The eunuch Liu Jin was monopolizing power, killing loyal people and disregarding the life and death of the people. So all the heroes came together and secretly organized the "Slaying the Dragon and Eliminating the Traitor" with the intention of killing the foolish emperor and punishing Liu Jin. Heroes gathered in Luoyang. Luohong Villa. The best village in the world. The owner of the village is Long Zaitian, the leader of the martial arts alliance who "can conquer the world with one sword". On July 16, the fifth year of Zhengde (1510), the sun was shining brightly. Dozens of horses went straight to Luohong Villa. Two miles away, I could already see the nine-foot-nine-foot-nine-inch-high Sifang Douer fir red-painted flagpole at the entrance of the Alliance Leader's Mansion. On the flagpole, fluttering the triangular vermilion Alliance Leader's Flag embroidered with Wenhu.

Miss Duan is one year younger than me, but I have never called her Miss Duan because she is my biological aunt. When I was twelve years old, after my grandmother passed away, my mother brought Miss Duan to our home from the countryside. From then on, Miss Duan and I went to Jianghu Street Primary School together. We were like a brother and sister in the wind and rain. Although I was a little older, my mother never allowed me to call Miss Duan by her name. She only allowed me to call her aunt. The comb removes the teeth and carries the son on my back. Anyway, I got used to it and just called her "aunt" as her name. Miss Duan has a fair and slender body, but her personality is like that of a boy. She is much more naughty than me, which annoys my mother a lot. I remember that during the summer vacation in the fifth grade of elementary school, one day Miss Duan went to the old temple at the end of Jianghu Street to catch geckos. I don't know what happened, but she climbed to the top of the temple.

In the dark night, Li Qiao saw clearly the snakes surrounding him, which looked like a grass basin. He was so frightened that he bit the back of his hand, not daring to make a sound. However, he was stunned for a moment and quickly let go of his teeth, almost spitting out. He just thought that he was about to be bitten by a poisonous snake with thousands of wounds, so he couldn't help but close his eyes and wait for death. After a while, he didn't feel any pain from the bite. When he dared to open his eyes, he saw the snakes only circling around him, as if trying to avoid them. He stayed for a moment and then crawled away on his hands and knees. He sneaked all the way until the light of the hut was no longer visible, then he stood up and ran. At this time, all the panic was forgotten, and he just ran and thought: "Mrs. Chen actually lynched my eldest brother. Fortunately, Daxia Chen is taking care of him and can protect him for the time being. I must find Shi Xiucai immediately and rescue him. I must rescue him!" At this time, the moon was in the sky, and silver light was shining through the forest tops.

Nie Qingchen returned to Truman to inquire about the truth behind his master's death from vomiting blood, but became confused because of Chen Weicheng's deliberate stimulation. Nie Qingchen pointed out that Su Chaoyu was the murderer in front of the Yujia Ao people and the Truman leader Ye Yinian who wanted to form an alliance, but was refuted by a woman. The name Cen Biyan has actually been admired by Trumen disciples for a long time. Although the people in Gusu Mountain don't like to talk about this man, the orphan of Cen, the gangster who was once a gangster, and the assassin who murdered the founder of Trumen many times, he is the master of the sect. Hearing his senior talk once when he joined the sect is enough to be unforgettable. Faced with the treacherous situation in front of them, the shrewd Sun Shaoyou was shocked and speechless. All the ten young masters of Chutai were at a loss. They could only focus on Nie Qingchen, who only had half his life left, and the woman who had just unveiled her veil.

Chen Weicheng sat alone, gently pinching his eyebrows. The lamp on the table illuminated his scorched yellow and blue complexion. A huge stone weighed on his heart, making him restless. But it turned out that Fang Geng, a Manichaean, had the heart to kill his father and escaped from the Qiyuan swearing-in ceremony on the ninth day of October in the second year of Emperor Huizong's reign of Emperor Xuanhe of the Song Dynasty. After that, he searched for medicinal herbs in the mountains and forests, scrawledly bandaged his broken arm, walked day and night, and went to the government to report Fang La's rebellion and lead the officers and soldiers to avenge his bloody family.

On a tall and long wall, there is an inconspicuous small door. The door was opened from the inside, and two burly men in bright clothes came out and led Nie Qingchen into the door. This time, Li Qiao was not blindfolded. He followed Nie Qingchen through the small door and was immediately stunned by the scene on the other side of the wall. Inside the wall is an endless stretch of tranquil beauty. The rockery and running water are ingeniously arranged, with pavilions and pavilions dotted among them. Although it is an artificially stacked garden, it is more touching and moving than real mountains and waters. Li Qiao was dumbfounded. He couldn't tell the direction after walking a few steps. He felt like he was in a dream. He couldn't help but sigh: "Tokyo is indeed the best resort in the world, and its residents are all very lucky. Sir, are the people we are going to visit coming soon?" Nie Qingchen walked in front of him and said, "They have already arrived."

Lu Lan got lost soon after coming down the mountain. However, he was in no hurry. The master said that he should arrive in Jiangnan at the end of August, not too early or too late. At that time, he did not understand the true meaning of his master, but he was wondering, since there were still four or five months left, why not let him go down the mountain a few months later? It was not until later that I realized that once I arrived in Jiangnan. You may encounter potential enemies, so you must first learn a little bit about the ways of the world in the Central Plains where there are no enemies. I used to go out with the master once a year, so I knew a little bit about it, but after all, the master was here, so I didn't need to worry about anything seriously. They had never been lost before, so he simply didn't know what it was like to be lost. This time he finally knew what it meant to be lost, because that day he came to a big and bustling town. It looked familiar at first, but after a closer look, he suddenly remembered that he had been there half a month ago.

It is said that in the late Manchu Dynasty, there was a Hujia Village near Linyi, Shandong Province. There was a family in the village whose surname was Zhang, whose name was Yunfeng, and whose nickname was Zhuan Tianyan. Zhang Yunfeng was married to the Wu family, but he had no children except one daughter named Caiyun. The family makes a living by cultivating several acres of thin farmland. Zhang Yunfeng studied literature and martial arts with his father since he was a child. Although he was not proficient in literature, his martial arts skills were extraordinary. In particular, he is good at Qinggong and the ancestral Ghost Fox Sword Technique, as well as strange moves. He can be said to be a very famous martial arts master in the local area. Master Futai also hired him as a palace several times, but he was not good at catering to the market, did not seek fame and fortune, and could not excuse himself due to illness. He guarded his home, farmed and studied, and taught his daughter to practice literature and martial arts in the morning and evening. Although his life was poor, he enjoyed it and was at ease. Unexpectedly, the good times did not last long. His wife Wu died of illness a few years ago, leaving only father and daughter to depend on each other.

As the sun set, three fast horses came galloping out of the dusk and stopped in front of the thatched shop. Immediately rolled out three distant visitors, aged in three categories: old, middle and young. The older one was over fifty, thin in stature, with graceful movements. Although there was a sickly look on his face, his eyes were bright. He looked like a scholar, but did not wear a square scarf. The other man was about forty years old, with a white face and a short beard. He was dressed like a servant. He looked dull and spoke little. This man had broad shoulders and a waisted waist, and he walked like a tiger, as if he had practiced martial arts. What caught the eye was the sword on his back. It was as thin as paper and as narrow as a willow leaf. Not only could such a weapon be used to kill enemies on the battlefield, but it could be broken into two pieces just by touching it with a random blade. The remaining one is a young man, who is eighteen or nineteen years old. At a glance, you can tell that he is a young boy who has never been out. This is proved by the fact that he always subconsciously leans behind the old man when meeting strangers. Since then, he has grown into a skinny, white-skinned person with delicate features. The crescent moon is as cheerful as a moon. If such a child plays a female role and stands on the stage, he will be fascinated by all kinds of emotions... The old shopkeeper who came to the door after hearing the sound was staring blankly. The middle-aged man said: "Is there a clean room?"

The treacherous ministers exercised power and repeatedly violated the power of heaven, and the royal family was in turmoil. Insightful people in the royal family secretly established an organization to eliminate traitors, hoping to eliminate traitors and their followers in one fell swoop and restore imperial power. The first step in the anti-treacherous operation is to remove the traitor's most effective assistant and cut off his arm. Shao Fei was the one who was sent to carry out the assassination mission, but he failed. At this time, he was being hunted like a lost dog in the dark night. Fortunately, there were no stars or moon tonight. In the darkness, he got into the dense forest and successfully escaped the enemy's pursuit. After everything calmed down, Shao Fei gritted his teeth and pulled out the dart from his left shoulder. There was no pain in the wound. He secretly exclaimed that something was wrong. It seemed that the dart was poisonous. Just now, a burst of luck passed by and the poison spread all over his body. He might be killed by this today.

"Although I have been demoted to a commoner by that stupid king, I have been the prime minister for twenty years. All the officials, big and small, were promoted by me. Most of them are still secretly communicating with me. The six commanders of the imperial guard are also my heart. After I resigned, Gouhunjun also removed Huangfu Feixiong from the post of orthodox leader of the Imperial Guard, and at the same time transferred the old thief Hai Rui's personal guard Su Renjie to take office, but the remaining five are still willing to serve me. You are all veterans. I am a master who has been hired with a lot of money. I have full confidence in you, and the imperial guards in the palace will cooperate with your actions tonight, so that you can easily sneak into the palace and assassinate the faint king easily, and I can By successfully ascending to the throne of emperor, all of you here will not only have a skyrocketing reputation in the world, but also become important ministers of the imperial court!" Yan Song's words suddenly made everyone at the table look ecstatic and greedy.

In the capital, at the feet of the emperor, a flower-picking thief suddenly appeared recently. He raped and then killed anyone who resisted, and then brutally tortured. This made every pretty lady in the capital feel in danger, and people were panicked for a while. One day, Song Tianqing, the Minister of Rites, got up early in the morning, put on his court clothes and prepared to go to court. He couldn't help but wonder: Why didn't his precious daughter come to pay her respects today as usual? On a whim, Song Tianqing slowly walked to the door of his daughter Song Mingzhu's room, only to see the window wide open. He couldn't help but feel a shiver in his heart, and rushed into the room in three steps at a time.

Banditry has been constant in the Qianshan area for a long time, especially the Xianren Gang bandits controlled by Dong Dianwu and his son, who caused the most harm. Dong Dianwu was entrenched in the Immortal Valley in Nangou, and his son occupied Zhonghui Temple, the leader of the Zen monasteries. The two of them worked together in confusion, supporting each other and echoing each other from afar. Gao Jingwei and his three men, who had just experienced the adventure in the ancient tomb, continued non-stop and sneaked into the meeting hall where the young bandit leader was, despite all the dangers. After a series of arduous struggles, they finally eliminated the father and son bandits. Then they pursued the victory and gathered all forces to take down the bandits' lair by flooding the Immortal Valley, and returned a peaceful world to the local people...

In a mountainous area in Hebei, there is a place called "Zhuanshan Lake". From a distance, it looks like a desolate grass pond, but from a closer look, it is a place surrounded by mountains and water. In the endless grass pond, there are reeds as tall as a room and camphor as tall as a person. The grass spikes and reed spikes sway in the wind, like a layer of white waves connected with white mist. Passing through the reed swamp is the lake as far as the eye can see. The lake turned in a circle, hugging a small hill in its arms. So it was named "Zhuanshan Lake". At this moment, a person walked on the Xiuyan path by the lake. He was Shen Feilong, Secretary of the Special Committee of Baoding District. He was sent by the party organization to find the mountain king Zhu Shuangwu. That person asked: What is the Mountain King? The king of the mountain means taking over the mountain and becoming the king, dominating one area.

A person who had never practiced wrestling "kicked" the famous Qiandezhuang wrestling ground in Tianjin Wei with just one foot. This thing sounded mysterious and seemed as impossible as a bed bug giving birth to a big bear. Bedbugs can't breed bears, but Sileng can "throw away" the dozen or so wrestlers from Qiande Village. This happened in the 1930s in Tianjin, and Sileng was even in the newspapers at that time. Sileng is actually not stupid, he just lacks the foresight to do anything stupid. When I first arrived at the Heiniucheng Forest Farm, the owner of the farm was called outside and the owner of the farm was called the shop owner. He said, Silence, hurry up and level the forest behind the house tomorrow. I plan to build a hay house. After saying that, shopkeeper Hou entered the city. Two days later, shopkeeper Hou came back. The forest behind his house was gone. Sileng worked with a big ax for a day and a night, and he had to shave more than three acres of forest by himself.

Liu Yuehe accidentally threw himself into Quan Linshou, and Confucius and Mencius secretly seized the Thousand Mile Horse. The eunuch Liu Jin had exclusive power and wanted to seize the Ming Dynasty. He colluded with the evil monks of Confucius and Mencius and stained the Quanlin Temple with blood. Thanks to the Li brothers and sisters, they fought against traitors for the country and the people, recaptured the BMW Thousand Miles Horse, and vindicated the injustice of Zhongliang. This incident occurred during the Zhengde period of the Ming Dynasty, when Zhu Houzhao, Emperor Wuzong of the Ming Dynasty, was in power. Emperor Zhengde favored the eunuch Liu Jin and granted him the post of Nine Thousand Years Old. Liu Jin was not satisfied with being inferior to one person but superior to ten thousand people. He wanted to kill the emperor and usurp the country. He secretly colluded with a monk named Ren in Quanlin Temple in Shandong, named Confucius and Mencius, and waited for the opportunity to kill the king and usurp the country.

Chu Ying was the only one left in the room, with only one lamp. Facing this unfamiliar room and everything in it, Chu Ying suddenly felt how lonely she was. In his distant and vague memory, there seems to have been a life in which there was also the caress of family and innocent laughter. But all of this suddenly disappeared in one day. What remained in his heart was only a trace of warmth that could never be forgotten and a hatred that could never be burned out.

My name is no longer Zhou Chong, but Mo Zhong. I was happy to get rid of Zhou Chong's identity, so I stayed with Wan Qiyan as Mo Zhong. My health seems to be very bad, and being forced to drink those medicines every day makes me very unhappy. Wan Qiyan saw that I was depressed and decided to go sightseeing with me. We had made an appointment when we were chatting. If I can put down my heavy burden in the future, I will travel around the world together. Now is the time to fulfill the contract. I happily made a long list. Wan Qiyan looked at the list and couldn't laugh or cry. Half a month later, Wan Qiyan left Fuqi City with me after leaving a letter. From then on, the two of them wandered around the world, singing softly and riding horses, and lived a happy life.

At that time, Hong Qi was holding a chicken wing in his hand, watching a bird fly by, far away. Hong Qi and I sat opposite each other, with the shadow of a big mountain covering us - time seemed to have a deep, long and wide shape here. The mountain is Huashan. The shape of the dead tree seemed to have been shaped at will by the wind, full of untamable wildness. The wind also has a wild spirit - running around like a wild dog in the valley - although it cannot be seen with the eyes, it can be felt.

The night is as dark as ink. A escort team slowly walked from the depths of the Qinping Ancient Road. The eye-catching escort flags were spread out in the wind. The four characters "Single Yi Wushuang", the dark blue color gave every word a sense of vitality. Under the escort flag, a man wearing a long blue silk coat walked in front of everyone, his eyes burning brightly. The person next to him had a jade-like complexion and handsome features, but there was a clear scar on the left cheek, which made people feel that the handsomeness was a little weirder. Behind the two people, more than twenty escorts and escorts were nervously watching the front of the team. Each of them slightly exposed their weapons, and then pressed their bodies closely against the side of the escort vehicle. "Cut, sew." An unknown bird screamed twice in the woods nearby, and the cry was heard, making people feel creepy.

One autumn morning, the breeze came slowly and was quite cool. Yujin Town, the largest town in Yongchun, was crowded with people at this time. Some are gearing up and eager to try; some have tense faces and are worried; some are whispering, as if they are facing some big event. The tense atmosphere was as suffocating as the sweltering heat before a summer storm. "Coming!" Someone suddenly called out. People rushed out, and a large group of people came to the end of the broad street. The most eye-catching thing is the old man and the young man walking in front. The older one is around fifty, with a strong back and strong waist, and two thick eyebrows like brooms; the younger one is around twenty, but has a tall figure, fair complexion, and the appearance of a scholar.

Yang Tong silently admired the painting on the wall in the hall. In the painting, there is a small stream and a green bank. A child wearing a small hat is holding a fishing rod and stretching out a thin hanging thread into the stream. A goldfish is leaping and moving, with a fragrant bait in its mouth and it is swimming at the bottom of the cauldron without knowing it! The brushwork of this painting is appropriately light and heavy, with alternating shades of light and dark, with vivid charm and full of interest. Yang Tong nodded slightly, looked away, and slowly took in the decorations in the hall: the door curtains made of various kinds of necklaces fluttered in the breeze, twinkling as charming as stars; the incense table inlaid with gold and jade was placed on There are classics such as "Book of Changes", "Mencius" and "Xunzi", and the fresh fragrance of ink is slightly intoxicating; various strange stones and root carvings are displayed in the four corners of the hall, some lying like a tiger, some sitting like an eagle, some standing like a human, some walking like a lion.

One early summer day in the late Spring and Autumn Period, a thin old man was walking hurriedly on the road leading to Muyi Village in Xiaozhu Country. The old man has a long beard, an immortal spirit, and carries an ancient sword behind his back. The sword spikes flew up and down like butterflies as the old man walked quickly. The sun shows off its power like a tyrant in the sky, shooting golden arrows of light towards the earth. The old man looked at the vast road ahead and pulled out the sword from behind. Under the reflection of the sun, the sword emits light like an ice peak, making people feel chilly. The old man whispered: A horse is paired with a knight, a green front is given to a wise man, justice eliminates evil, and the sun shines on the universe. The old man understood: Eight years ago, when he was observing the stars at night in Guigu, he found that the purple light was shining on the sky of the cow, and he knew that the wise man had been born here. The purple light has become stronger and stronger recently, and he knows that the wise man has gradually grown up.

It was already midnight and the pouring rain did not stop at all. Another red candle in front of him was about to burn out, but the gambling king Zhu Nian still showed no trace of anxiety on his face. He sat quietly, enjoying tea with a purple clay teapot. "Sir, you are neither staying in the hotel nor leaving. The store is about to close." The waiter came forward again to urge him. "The guests haven't arrived yet!" Zhu Nian took a sip of tea and whispered.

Cao Shuang was humiliated for killing the evil dog, and Sima sent the tiger to death to apologize. The situation is so outrageous that it is unbelievable. Cao Shuang originally thought that his life was difficult to save, but in the end he not only saved his life, but also became a general. At first, he always felt like a strange dream. He was afraid that he would wake up from this dream, but he also hoped that he would wake up from this dream. When he saw the civil and military ministers of the DPRK and China paying homage to him, respectfully calling him general and asking for permission, his mind became dizzy and he thought, if this is a dream, he should wake up quickly. Wake up, no matter how good or long the dream is, it will be in vain! After a few days, he was convinced that everything was true. He was indeed a general. The new emperor was only eight years old, and he needed to make decisions on major domestic and foreign affairs. After understanding this reality, he couldn't help but feel a little scared while being ecstatic.

Trap! When Lu Kuan realized that the danger was coming, it was too late to turn around. In the blink of an eye, a hidden weapon roared towards him. At this moment, the only thing he did was to stuff the paper roll in his hand into his arms, and with the other hand, he drew out the soft whip at a faster speed, dancing into the black shadows in the sky, knocking down the hidden weapons one by one. The fire breaker placed on the ground was extinguished, and the whole room fell into darkness. Lu Kuan held his breath and stayed quietly in the darkness, waiting for the next wave of offensive. Suddenly there was a sound of footsteps coming this way. There is only one person who walks unscrupulously and hides nothing. Lu Kuan tightened his grip on the soft whip in his hand. "Brother Lu?" The man shouted, but before his voice fell, the door was pushed open. Lu Kuan saw the man clearly. He was a young man in rich clothes.

Ye Guhong was really drunk! The night view of West Lake is just like the beautiful face of Xizi, which is heartbreaking! What's more, Ye Guhong was lying on the long embankment and drank a whole jar of old Shaoxing wine. How could he not get drunk? With his drunken eyes hazy, Ye Guhong raised his head to look at the moon, but he felt the alcohol in his chest gently rippling with the soft waves in the lake. Whose jade fingers are playing lightly in the dark night, the sound of the piano is like the fragrance of lotus seeds, refreshing the heart and mind, and making people unable to control themselves. With a long roar, Ye Guhong pulled out the world-famous Jinghong Sword from his waist and danced against the moon. Who could have imagined that the dancing posture of a famous hero would be so elegant and graceful, as if he was fleeting away like a startled giant, and as if he was about to ride back on the wind... The sound of the piano gradually faded away, disappearing like a yellow crane. Ye Guhong returned the sword to its sheath, swung his body and flew straight towards the center of the lake.

The scabbard weapon is a rusty scabbard, four inches wide and seven inches long, curved like an ox horn. With the non-lethal weapon in his hand, Scabbard traveled through Southeast Asia and the borders of Yunnan and Guangxi, defeating all heroes and becoming invincible. He claimed that whoever in the world could insert his own sword into his scabbard would not only give up his throne as the leader of the "Wu Knife Gang", the first martial arts gang, but also give him a million dollars in silver. If defeated in his hands, leave the weapon behind.

To the east today, to the west tomorrow, there are green mountains and green water. I can't walk all the Chu Gorges and Qin Passes, and I can't fill the ponds of my heart. Cooperate with Xiang Yu with strength, cooperate with Cao Cao with wisdom, and worry about nothing in Chibi, Wujiang River. What are you busy with? Please sit quietly for a moment, think behind and ahead, have a quiet place and be at ease, don't let the good days of spring and autumn pass. This way comes, that way goes, the road is dusty and the post station is far away. You can't take away the white jade and gold, and you can't keep the beautiful face and white teeth. Wealth is as high as stone, noble as poplar, green and vermilion will eventually become a dream. What a shame! I advise you to unravel the numbers, buy a pot and guess three times and four. When you have a good drink, you must drink freely. It is most difficult for old friends to come in the wind and rain.

During the Chongzhen period, Qing soldiers repeatedly invaded the Ming Dynasty. There is a fortress built at the junction of Qingming and Qingming, called "Eiyun Tower". The landlord is from the Qing Dynasty, and the deputy landlord is from the Ming Dynasty. The Evil Cloud Tower specializes in recruiting people with extraordinary abilities and evil, and its purpose is threefold: one is to explore and collect important matters concerning the military, political and civil affairs of the Ming Dynasty; the other is to create troubles to stimulate civil uprisings and disrupt the military and political order of the Ming Dynasty; and the third is to assassinate good ministers and wise men of the Ming Dynasty. The Qing people paid huge sums of money to bribe the important ministers of the Ming Dynasty and hoodwinked the Ming emperor. Therefore, the Evil Cloud Tower stood tall and majestic, but the Ming government stayed away. However, in the spring of the fifth year of Chongzhen, the Evil Cloud Tower was suddenly destroyed by people. Those who were destroyed were a young man and an old man. The old man was a prodigal, as everyone knew at the time. The origin of the young man is unknown, and people at that time were confused. It is rumored that the young man has extraordinary martial arts skills and is responsible for a serious crime... "Zhongzhou County Chronicles of the Ming Dynasty" An evil man was in trouble and took refuge in the Evil Cloud Tower. This sentence is widely circulated in the world.

Seeing these simple villagers worshiping themselves as reborn parents and saviors just because of their small kindness, Immortal Yangli suddenly felt a little uncomfortable in his heart. In the eyes of the people of the Central Plains, the spring breeze turns into rain, and outside the Great Wall, it is a bitter and cold place. However, these Tang people who enjoyed the splendor and prosperity of the Central Plains did not know that after leaving the fortress, they entered northern Xinjiang and near the southern foot of the Tianshan Mountains. There was an extremely prosperous oasis country more than eighty-nine hundred miles away from Chang'an. This country is famous for being Chechi. It is located in a rare oasis basin outside the Great Wall. It has abundant water and grass, and the country is peaceful and the people are safe. And because the Chechi Kingdom happened to be located at the chokepoint of the Tang Dynasty Silk Road, the endless business travelers traveling from north to south brought endless money, food and materials to the country, making the Chechi Kingdom prosperous and prosperous, unparalleled in the past and present.

It is said that during the Kangxi period of the Qing Dynasty, there was a martial arts hero and green forest hero named Dou Erdun. He was very skilled in martial arts and was good at using double hooks to protect his hands. He was nicknamed Iron Arhat. In the past, he was a knight-errant in Xian County, Hejian Prefecture, Yanzhao, his hometown. He killed the rich and helped the poor, but later he went against the Qing Dynasty and was arrested by the government with a reward. In order not to disturb the whole family, he went to the entrance of the Great Wall alone to commit suicide. Dou Erdun Dunsheng most respected the straightforwardness of the black whirlwind Li Kui, the boldness of the flower monk Lu Zhishen, and the bravery of the traveler Wu Song. Therefore, after he came to the mouth, he took advantage of his own martial arts and took the first place. After becoming the leader of the first stronghold, Bai Gongji, the former leader of the first stronghold, became the leader of the second stronghold. He also recruited troops and horses, followed the example of the water in Liangshan, and acted for heaven to eliminate violence and bring peace to the people. He was especially at odds with the imperial government.

Seeing these simple villagers worshiping themselves as reborn parents and saviors just because of their small kindness, Immortal Yangli suddenly felt a little uncomfortable in his heart. In the eyes of the people of the Central Plains, the spring breeze turns into rain, and outside the Great Wall, it is a bitter and cold place. However, these Tang people who enjoyed the splendor and prosperity of the Central Plains did not know that after leaving the fortress, they entered northern Xinjiang and near the southern foot of the Tianshan Mountains. There was an extremely prosperous oasis country more than eighty-nine hundred miles away from Chang'an. This country is famous for being Chechi. It is located in a rare oasis basin outside the Great Wall. It has abundant water and grass, and the country is peaceful and the people are safe. And because the Chechi Kingdom happened to be located at the chokepoint of the Tang Dynasty Silk Road, the endless business travelers traveling from north to south brought endless money, food and materials to the country, making the Chechi Kingdom prosperous and prosperous, unparalleled in the past and present.