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Killing Relatives Wen Ruian's martial arts literature series, martial arts short story He wants to kill his father. His plan was determined to proceed. "Duo Laohui" sent three killers to kill him. As a result, one was kicked to death by the old man, and the other was kicked by the old man... A classic martial arts classic that millions of fans and chivalrous novel lovers should not miss.

A classic short story by Wen Ruian. A martial arts classic that millions of fans and chivalrous novel lovers should not miss.

A martial arts classic that millions of fans and chivalrous novel lovers should not miss. A classic short story by Wen Ruian.

A classic short story by Wen Ruian. A martial arts classic that millions of fans and chivalrous novel lovers should not miss.

Who doesn't know Wen Ruian? When he was young, he wrote "Chivalrous Heroes of China" and "Four Famous Catchers", which made him famous overseas for his unparalleled chivalry. There are four great and heavenly kings in the world of martial arts literature: the founder Liang Yusheng, the great master Jin Yong, who has finished writing, the genius Gu Long, who died young, and the genius Wen Ruian, who is an important writer of new martial arts novels after Gu Long. This book is another masterpiece of martial arts novelist Wen Ruian. This book is Wen Ruian's modern martial arts work. Wen Ruian is the first person to write about modern life with martial arts style. Wen Ruian is the first person to write about modern life. Chen Jianhe, Niu Lisheng, Shi Liufang, Tuo Ling, Wen Wen, and Cai Sixing are six passionate young people. They have the same ideal, create peace in the world, have the same hobby, and are obsessed with Chinese martial arts, so they all joined the international anti-profiteering organization: Bupingshe.

This book includes please·please·please/please/Daming Wang/Brother, let's borrow it! /Are you dead? /Friend, have you ever died? / Lost your tongue? / Pig-faced Years / Explode / Fraud / Break / Break / Sacrifice the Knife... "A classic of martial arts," millions of fans and chivalrous novel lovers should not miss it.

Fang Zhenmei in white is the only disciple of the hero Xiao Qiushui. Dressed in white, his eyebrows raised, he looks like a jade tree in Pan'an facing the wind. He is gentle and elegant, a humble gentleman. When a man sees him, he feels like bathing in the spring breeze or taking a bath in the winter sun; when a woman sees him, her eyes are lowered, her face is red, her ears are warm, and her heart beats. What a handsome and handsome young man. The white-robed man with raised eyebrows and unparalleled martial arts skills inherited Xiao Qiushui's miraculous skills, especially the world-shattering "shocking sword", which he displayed to the fullest. Fang Zhenmei in white is the pillar of the righteous martial arts world and the savior of human suffering. Wherever there is trouble, there is always his figure dressed in white with a smile on his face; he is also the nemesis of the underworld's evil, and evil will never escape justice when it encounters him. Such a hero has never killed anyone, which is not found in any martial arts novels. This is also the excellence of Wen Ruian's martial arts novels. Because the essence of martial arts is to stop fighting, not to kill.

In the middle of the Ming Dynasty, Tatars invaded the north, Japanese pirates were rampant along the coast, undercurrents in the court were turbulent, large and small gangs were divided, and the peaceful world was once again in turmoil. A child of a martial arts family who had retired from the martial arts world for many years, he hid his real name and assumed the pseudonym Wu Er, and entered the world of martial arts alone for the first time. In order to repay the kindness of Situ Zheng, the head of the Taiping Escort Bureau, Wu Er escorted the escort all the way. Unexpectedly, he accidentally offended the Jiangnan Ruyi Sect, and was led into a trap by Zhuo Qingdi, the young master of the Ruyi Sect, to destroy the mysterious organization "Swarm of Bees". The two young men with little experience supported each other along the way. With the help of Uncle Wu's "Master Chuan Deng", they escaped from death and finally defeated the "swarm of bees" and ended their misty journey to the south of the Yangtze River.

This article tells the story of Yi Sheng, a disciple of the eccentric "Red Flame Demon Lord". In order to complete the bet to escape from the shackles of the demon king, he walked into the arena alone. However, he and Yu Liuli, a disciple of the martial arts public enemy Ice Castle, were misunderstood in the Bixian Palace as the murderer of a disciple of the Jiangnan Huailing Sect. For a time, the situation in the martial arts world changed. Along the way, Yi Sheng met Ye Boti, the orphan of the Sky Poison Sect, Wu Feiyu, the owner of the White Jade Villa, Gong Yebai, a member of the Gongye clan, and Yuan's brother and sister, disciples of the Extraordinary Qimen Guigu Ruins, and gradually discovered a shocking secret that lasted for more than a thousand years.

"Buyi Shenxiang" is a series of martial arts novels. Li Buyi, who is highly skilled in martial arts, uses people's fortune-telling as a guise to punish evil and reward good, support the weak and eliminate the strong. He is hated by the underworld martial arts, and Li Buyi has avoided all the overt challenges and covert murders against him. The author combines physiognomy and martial arts to create a refreshing new martial arts novel.

12 episodes, 22 chapters and 960,000 words. In October 1938, Tianjin Lili Publishing House published the first volume, and in February 1947, the eleventh volume was published. This book is a side story of "Xian Xia of Shushan" and the most complete representative work of Huanzhu Louzhu. His talent is boundless, his spirit is vast, his writing is gorgeous and rich, his imagination is beyond ancient and modern, his writing is shocking, extraordinary and holy, unpredictable and unpredictable. His influence has not faded to this day, so he has maintained the supreme status as a martial arts novelist in the Republic of China.

The Jinghu Sword Club, which attracted worldwide attention, was held in Jianshan. Yu Zuochi of Bashan Swordsman and Baili Suxue of Minshan Swordsman showed off their skills and became famous far and wide. Bashan swordsman Gu Liren, who has never made a move and has never even attended the Sword Club in person, has won the title of "The Best Sword Master in the World". Just when the world's talented people are vying to be Gu Liren's disciples and complaining about the injustice of Bashan, Gu Liren announces to the world: Wang Jingmeng, a young man from the mountains, is his only direct disciple... In order to achieve their own goals, various countries have joined forces to plan, and Gu Liren and Baili Suxue died; to find the culprit, Wang Jingmeng is determined to challenge the world's masters to find clues; in order to realize his ambition, Zheng Xiu also dressed up and came to Changling. At this time, various forces gathered in Changling, and a storm was about to come.

People who grew up reading Gu Long live a cool life! In "The New Biography of Chu Liuxiang", being cool means never doing anything you don't disdain to do. After reading Chu Liuxiang, you will know what an ideal life is! 113 Movies, 104 TV series, 32 games, and 14 comics are not the real Gu Long. Words like swords, poems, wind, and wine are the real Gu Long! The "New Biography of Chu Liuxiang" series consists of four volumes, including four classics: "The New Biography of Chu Liuxiang: The Resurrection of the Borrowed Corpse", "The New Biography of Chu Liuxiang 2: The Legend of the Bat", "The New Biography of Chu Liuxiang 3: The Legend of Peach Blossom" and "The New Biography of Chu Liuxiang 4: The Legend of New Moon·Midnight Orchid". Chu Liuxiang is a person in Gu Long's works who is not like a human being, because he is as perfect as a god. But he is still a human being, he understands the misery of the world and enjoys the joy of the world. He is charming and suave, leaving a lasting fragrance when people leave. He was loved by everyone and surrounded by bees and butterflies. He comes and goes freely and never does anything he doesn't care to do. He is the embodiment of ideal life.

People who grew up reading Gu Long live a cool life! In "Xiao Shiyilang", cool means insisting on doing the right thing even if you are misunderstood. Gu Long uses "Xiao Shiyilang" to describe the joys and sorrows you are experiencing! 113 Movies, 104 TV series, 32 games, and 14 comics are not the real Gu Long. Words like swords, poems, wind, and wine are the real Gu Long! Cologne's 80th anniversary commemorative edition! The "Xiao Shiyilang" series consists of three volumes, including two classics "Xiao Shiyilang" and "Huo Bing Xiao Shiyilang" (upper and lower volumes). "Xiao Shiyilang" is a martial arts novel that has a script first and a novel later. Xiao Shiyilang, a "thief" spurned by the so-called decent, a prodigal son who dares to love, hate, and has no regrets. No matter how many times he is misunderstood, he insists on doing what he thinks is right. He uses forbearance and loneliness to interpret another kind of true love and nature. This is the only protagonist in Gu Long's works who ends in tragedy.

People who grew up reading Gu Long live a cool life! In "The Legend of Lu Xiaofeng", Cool just doesn't bother to be a hero. If you understand Lu Xiaofeng, you will also understand Gu Long! 113 Movies, 104 TV series, 32 games, and 14 comics are not the real Gu Long. Words like swords, poems, wind, and wine are the real Gu Long! Cologne's 80th anniversary commemorative edition! The "Legend of Lu Xiaofeng" series has seven volumes, including "The Legend of Lu Xiaofeng: Jinpeng Dynasty", "The Legend of Lu Xiaofeng 2: The Embroidery Thief", "The Legend of Lu Xiaofeng 3: Before and After the Decisive Battle", "The Legend of Lu Xiaofeng 4: Silver Hook Gambling House", "The Legend of Lu Xiaofeng 5: Ghost Villa", "The Legend of Lu Xiaofeng 6: Phoenix Dances in Nine Heavens" and "The Legend of Lu Xiaofeng 7: The Sword God Smiles". Everyone says that Lu Xiaofeng is a hero. In fact, he is too lazy to be a hero at all because he is nosy. Being involved in mysterious and strange cases again and again. Lu Xiaofeng is a person who is the most unforgettable person. He values ​​love and justice, but is romantic in nature. He is a lazy person by nature, but he is nosy. He has been involved in danger many times, but he always manages to turn danger into danger. He's an asshole, but a lovable asshole. People in the world call Lu Xiaofeng "Big Hero Lu", but he never considers himself a hero, he doesn't want to be a hero, he hates being a hero, and he is simply too lazy to be a hero.

For three hundred years, a "Le Dou Bao Di" has been circulated in the world, which records high-strength martial arts and a treasure map. Because of this secret book, there were countless bloody storms in the world, and the Le Dou Book was divided into upper and lower parts. Lan Xiaole, a penguin boy from the polar village, is a unique penguin who has been afraid of cold since he was a child. Because of this, he inherited the secret knowledge from the first part of the Le Dou Book by chance, and brought a group of friends - penguins Shuaishuai, Cai Cai, and Fengfeng across the sea to the most prosperous city in the Antarctic continent, Lingxiao City, to explore the world. They opened an inn and collected the hottest and most delicious recipes on the mainland; they joined a mercenary group and went to Ice and Fire Island to steal soul beads; they destroyed the lair of the Jianghu cult, accumulated their own strength through adventures, and waited for the day of the decisive battle with the Monkey King, the top master of evil. On the day of the battle, strange changes occurred. What is the truth of the legend that has been circulated for three hundred years? What secrets are there in the Le Dou Book that cause endless disputes in the world? Can Lele, who has inherited peerless skills, finally defeat a group of powerful enemies and save the world? How will his feud with Cai Cai, Shuai Shuai and Feng Feng be resolved? Tencent's annual hilarious youth inspirational novel - "Kung Fu Penguin" will reveal all the mysteries for you.

The ancient road is sparsely populated. At the entrance of the official road, outside the tea pavilion, an elegant swordsman was asking the old man selling tea for directions: "Old man, if you want to go to Jiming Post, should you take this road?" He pointed to a wide road on the left. The old tea seller glanced at the other person and nodded. Before the elegant swordsman stepped onto the Jimingyi Ancient Road, a white horse galloped forward and blocked the way. Someone shouted: "Wait a minute!" The elegant swordsman was slightly startled and raised his eyes to look at the other person. Immediately sitting upright was a big man with a red face, eyebrows and a formidable expression. The elegant swordsman asked coldly: "What do you want to do?" The red-faced man said: "Are you going to Jimingyi?" The elegant swordsman said: "Why should I tell you?" The red-faced man sneered and said domineeringly: "I have to tell you."

Du, duh, dun... The sound of five bangs drifted in the wind, awakening the drunken and confused Tu Long. "No! It's five o'clock!" Tu Long pushed Xiao Taohong away and hurriedly grabbed his clothes. Xiao Taohong pressed his hand and said coquettishly: "Why are you in a hurry! It's still early, why don't you sleep with me for a while!" Xiao Taohong is the most outstanding one among the fans in Fangyuan. Not only is she beautiful, but she is also very charming. She is a woman who is very popular with men. Tu Long wanted to hold her and sleep in his cage again, but when he thought of something he had to do, he had no choice but to stand up and get dressed. Xiao Taohong was really angry. She lowered her face and said, "You keep saying that you are a man. In my opinion, you are no different from those little men who are afraid of their hens!"

On Xiaomachang Street in Taiyuan City, Shanxi Province, the red door of Huwei Escort Agency was tightly closed. Under the eaves of the blue-grey gatehouse, there are icicles that are more than a foot long. Through the blue-gray ridged beast, one can see a dart flag fluttering in the wind. The purple flag is embroidered with a pair of lifelike, colorful tigers with wide-eyed eyes. In the center of the yard, Yi Qianbian, the head of the Huwei Escort Agency, was holding a short piece of paper and looking at the falling snowflakes with his eyes, as if he was swallowing a mouthful of poison. At dawn, Yi Qianbian received a letter from Fei Ge from the Shangzhou branch of the Huwei Escort Bureau. The letter said: "Buji Pavilion" in Luoyang City has entrusted a business. This business is not money, food, or rare treasures, but a child. Send the child to Jinling within seven days, and the escort will be paid 10,000 taels of silver. This amount is twice the annual net profit of Huwei Escort Agency.

The setting sun is like blood, and the oasis is dyed a strange red color when it shines on it. In the oasis, there are ruins and overgrown weeds. This was originally the main altar of the Tianyin Sect. It is located deep in the desert and is rarely known. Unexpectedly, twenty-five years ago, Xue Xiaotian of Woyunzhuang led various martial arts sects in the south of the Yangtze River to not only find this oasis, but also eradicated the Tianyin Sect in one night. For a time, Wulin was shocked. But how Xue Xiaotian destroyed the Tianyin Sect is a mystery. Among the ruins, a man and a horse stood in front of a statue of Feitian, only half of which was left. This person is a young woman with a white gauze scarf on her face. She has a slim figure and is wearing a white shirt that flows like a fairy. This woman in a white shirt was carrying a cloth bag, but she didn't know what it contained.

As the door lock clicked down, the door was opened, and a faint ray of moonlight entered the dark hall, shining on a girl with disheveled hair. Her appearance could be described as beautiful, but her face was bloodless, and she was naked and tied to a pillar with iron chains. She was completely motionless, maintaining a dying posture, like an extremely beautiful but lifeless flower. Only the occasional movement of her eyes showed that she was still a living thing. Si Siran, an old man in his late fifties, walked in with a strange smile on his face. He walked up to the girl and gently raised her head with his hand: "Are you okay? My baby." The girl opened her eyes wide and looked at him for a long time. The expressions in her eyes were quite complicated: fear, pain, pleading, hatred, anger - in short, it was difficult to describe in a word.

When they met at the bottom of the well in Kongsi, he knew that she was his old friend and a disaster that would happen to him once in a thousand years. Fate is probably that I can't live without you even if I go around in this world. There are real dragons in the world. The true dragon is the leader of the dragon clan. Call for wind and rain, spit out mist and swallow clouds, and control the climate of the four seasons. Dragons may swim in lakes and seas, or soar in the sky. Their gods are hidden between heaven and earth, and are rarely seen by mortals. Dragon kings all have dragon beads to protect themselves. They hold them in their mouths when it rains and hide them in their abdomens at ordinary times. This object is as big as a child's clenched fist, surrounded by colorful auspiciousness, sparkling with crystal light, and indestructible. Legend has it that if a mortal catches a dragon ball and eats it, he will live forever. The sound of partridges spread overhead, and then reached the mountains next door, distant and cold.

Night. A stormy night. A fast horse passed through the rain curtain like an arrow. Although the wind was strong, the man was even more anxious. He had been running for many days and changed horses. The rainwater slid down the bamboo hat and splashed on a face like a knife. The rider kept yelling: "Get away! Get away!" At this moment, there were very few people who could block the way. Even if there were people, no one would dare to block the way of Old Man Xiong! The white horse, black saddle and purple shirt are clearly the symbols of the disciples of Mr. Xiong's "Flying Eagle Hall". The high archway, red gate, stone lions, and Xiong Mansion are already in front of you. Although it was a rainy night, the strong men on both sides of the Xiong Mansion still stood upright like wild geese feathers. Their lips were all blue from the rain, but no one showed any sign of shrinking or retreating on their face.

"Kill!" Senior Brother Lu Junhuang shouted, and Zhan Yunfei broke out of the window of a house on the roadside. The "Ting Tao" sword in his palm immediately turned into a beam of lightning, and in an instant it pierced the throats of three Mongolian soldiers. Amid blood spattering, Zhan Yunfei twisted his body and charged towards a tall war horse in the middle of the long street. Sitting immediately was "Evil Eagle" Xia Houxiao, a Han general who sold himself to the enemy. Because of his familiarity with the martial arts in the Central Plains, countless anti-Mongolian martyrs hiding in the rivers and lakes were all uprooted by the Mongolian army one by one. If Xia Houxiao is not eliminated, not only the Central Plains martial arts world, but also the entire Song Dynasty will never have peace! For more than a year, passionate heroes in the arena have launched hundreds of assassinations against Xia Houxiao, but all failed. Xia Houxiao "defeated the army" with the magic sword, and the fierce flames became more and more fierce, as if he had become an undefeated myth.

The fourteenth day of the first lunar month. Early morning. A brutal chase had just ended. The heavy snow has just settled, and the world is filled with a chilling air. A dozen corpses dressed in black lay scattered in an open field, contrasting with the white snow, which was extremely eye-catching. Ling Meili was sitting on the open space among these corpses, panting slightly, using a piece of black cloth torn from the corpse to wrap up the bleeding wound on his lower side - as long as the wound was an inch deeper, he would be indistinguishable from the assassins lying on the ground. This was already the sixth time he had been hunted down in seven days. The enemy's attacks are getting closer and more ferocious every time. It seems that Mr. Gui hates him deeply because of what happened in Lengxiang Garden outside the city, and wants to get rid of him.

In May, Luoyang, peonies are in full bloom. Li Qingyu, the big boss of Qingyutang, has been feeling a little restless recently. Qingyutang is the largest pharmacy in Luoyang, and Luoyang is a trading center where merchants from the Central Plains gather. With its geographical advantage, it is difficult for Boss Li to make a fortune. Everyone knows that Boss Li is rich and blessed. Boss Li is extremely beautiful, and his eight concubines are all beautiful and fragrant, especially the eighth concubine, Wenju, who was newly acquired in March this year. It is said that she was once the number one in the "Qian Xiu Fang" in Hangzhou. Even the Sixth Prince in the capital was full of praise for her and wanted to take her as a concubine. Boss Li worked really hard to marry Wenju. He even spent one hundred thousand taels of silver to build a Wenju garden and give it to Miss Wenju. Of course, being rich means that Boss Li is extremely wealthy. How much money does Li Qingyu have? No one can count them.

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.

Early morning. Early spring morning in March. The sun is warm and the sky is clear. But the people coming and going didn't feel it at all. Because the spring is cold and the west wind is very strong, it blows on the face like a knife. It seems that the poor man's cotton-padded jacket was scratched by it. "Woo--" The sound of the whistle pierced the quiet sky, awakening the city to life. It brought the first train into the station and also brought new hope to people. At that time, there was no Yangtze River Bridge in Nanjing. Passengers going north must get off at Xiaguan, ferry from there to Pukou in Jiangbei, and then go north from Pukou. Over the past few decades, Xiaguan, which was originally just a small town, has become more lively than Qinhuai, which is ten miles away. At the exit of the station, dozens of rickshaw drivers were gathered around.

The summer of 1842, Jiangning. Dark clouds filled the sky, like a gray cloth that symbolized death covering a terminally ill face. On the dim river surface, dozens of black behemoths merged with the hazy sky, like a group of sleeping giant-shelled turtles. "Those are foreign gunboats." The governor stood on the city wall and looked across the street with a telescope. The dark muzzle in the mirror hole was pointed at his head, as if it was very close at hand. The governor couldn't help but shake his hands and put down the telescope. He felt at ease: "I have seen the power of foreign artillery fire. Admiral Chen was sacrificed under foreign artillery fire. We must not act hastily. Once Jiangning is lost, the crisis will affect the entire upper reaches of the Yangtze River. I have sent someone to send a letter to the foreigners, pretending to negotiate with them. It will drag on for a few days and wait for the imperial envoy to arrive with heavy troops before fighting them to the death."

The sound of horse hooves! The man crawling in the grass suddenly pricked up his ears. A light carriage came from a distance surrounded by five fast horses. The four black horses pulling the carriage were obviously exotic horses at a glance. The light carriage was long and narrow, dark and translucent, and integrated into one body. As the distance got closer and closer, a few wisps of cold light suddenly flew out from the grass, and a dozen figures rushed towards the light car from the grass. The light carriage continued to move forward, and a slightly fat figure rose into the air. His arms shook, and a cold light appeared and howled miserably. The figure who rushed towards the carriage suddenly fell to the ground, splashing dust all over the sky. The five people guarding the carriage jumped up from their horses, their sword energy spread across the air, and they hummed. The thick smell of blood suddenly filled the world...

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. Gathering of heroes 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.