In the end, I didn't harm your family, I didn't deliberately build a relationship with you, I didn't ask you to borrow those dozens of taels of silver, the good things didn't get better, the bad things didn't get worse. Right? What's your name?

Sui what? Ask yourself, even if someone like you has mastered the magic of the Immortal Family and becomes a mountain man like Cao Fu, will you really be better than him? I don’t think so."

The man took one step, which seemed to be an ordinary step, and he walked more than ten feet, and disappeared in an instant.

Those copper coins had already fallen to the ground.

The Mili woman put away the gold hairpin and squatted on the ground. Her face behind the gauze was expressionless as she picked up the coins one by one.

She put the copper coins into her sleeves and still did not stand up. Finally, she slowly raised her arms, put her palms through the gauze, wiped her eyes, and choked softly: "This is a true cultivator. I know that, with

The swordsmen in my imagination are all the same, but I missed this great opportunity..."

Over there at the foot of the mountain.

Hu Xinfeng hid near a rock cliff, trembling with fear.

It wasn't that he didn't want to run a little longer, but because there was no cover outside this mountain, Hu Xinfeng was afraid that he would get in someone's eyes while running and suffer another unnecessary disaster.

As a result, his eyes blurred. Hu Xinfeng's knees softened and he almost fell to his knees. He stretched out his hand to support the stone cliff and said in a trembling voice: "Hu Xinfeng has seen the immortal master."

The young scholar in a blue shirt and bamboo hat smiled and said: "It's no coincidence that we two brothers met again. One kick, one punch, one stone, exactly three times. Why, Master Hu saw that I have a very good character and wanted to accept me as his disciple."

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Hu Xinfeng sighed, "If you want to kill or behead me, just one word from the Immortal Master!"

The young scholar said with admiration: "This hero has such a strong backbone!"

He lightly slapped Hu Xinfeng on the shoulder and said with a smile: "I'm just a little curious. What did you and Yang Yuan, the Hunjiang Jiao, talk about over there at the pavilion? What did you talk about in this game of human chess?

It’s interesting to watch, but it’s better than nothing, just think of it as helping me kill time.”

Hu Xinfeng's shoulder tilted, and the pain penetrated his bones. He did not dare to cry out, and kept his mouth tightly closed. He felt that the bones in his shoulder were shattered. Not only that, he slowly knelt down involuntarily, while the man only bent down slightly.

, his palm was still gently placed on Hu Xinfeng's shoulder. Finally, Hu Xinfeng knelt on the ground, and the man just bent down and stretched out his hand, looking at the ill-fated hero Hu with a smile.

The man let go of his hand and leaned the bookcase against the stone cliff behind him. He picked up a wine bottle and drank from it. He put it in front of him and pressed it. He didn't know what he was pressing. His eyes were blurred by cold sweat and he still tried his best to open his eyes.

There was a chilling mystery in Hu Xinfeng's eyes. The scholar smiled and said: "It's actually a very simple thing to help you find a reason to live. The situation in the pavilion forced me to judge the situation and kill that man."

Brother Sui, who deserved his bad fate, left behind two women who were attracted by each other and submitted letters of surrender to the Hunjiang Jiao so that he could survive. Later, a long-lost son-in-law appeared out of nowhere, causing you to suddenly lose your life.

The romantic relationship with an old servant, and the antagonism between each other, the relationship is difficult to repair, so when you meet me, you are obviously just a weak scholar, but you can have nothing to do, walking on the road lively, it will make you very angry, just one moment

I was careful not to control my strength well, so I shot a little harder and the number of times was a little too high, right?"

Hu Xinfeng knelt on the ground, shook his head and said, "I deserve to die."

The man stepped on Hu Xinfeng's instep, shattering his foot bones. Hu Xinfeng just gritted his teeth and remained silent.

Then the man kicked Hu Xinfeng in the forehead and pressed his head against the stone cliff.

The scholar bent down, put his elbows on his knees, and asked with a smile: "It's better to know that you should die, so that I don't have to find excuses for you."

Hu Xinfeng's face turned pale and he said in a trembling voice: "I only want one thing. Master Immortal can kill me. I beg Master Immortal not to harm my family!"

The scholar narrowed his eyes and looked at Hu Xinfeng. Hu Xinfeng tried his best to speak: "I beg the immortal master to agree to this!"

Then Hu Xinfeng saw the young scholar and smiled, "I accept this reason. Get up, you still have some backbone at least, don't let me accidentally discount you. If you kneel for a long time, you will get used to it."

Hu Xinfeng stood up unsteadily, lowered his head and wiped his tears.

It's absolutely true, it's not just pretending to be pitiful.

At that moment before, he felt that he was really going to die, and he even thought about the fact that there were so many people in his family. It might have been a magic fire in which no one could escape, or blood could have flowed all over the ground overnight, and everyone would have died if they said no.

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The man took a sip of wine and said, "Tell me, what did you talk to Yang Yuan about before?"

Hu Xinfeng leaned against the stone cliff and endured the severe pain in his head, shoulders and insteps. He gritted his teeth and did not dare to hide anything. He said intermittently: "I told Yang Yuan that I am familiar with all the matters inside and outside the Sui Dynasty. Afterwards,

You can ask me. Yang Yuan agreed at that time, saying that I was smart."

Chen Pingan drank his wine and nodded, "In fact, at every moment, each of you seems to have made the most correct choice."

Then Hu Xinfeng heard that this young man with unpredictable thoughts changed his face again and said with a smile: "Except me."

The green-shirted scholar glanced at the scenery in the distance and asked casually: "Have you ever heard of the Golden Scale Palace in the mountains on the border of Dazhuan?"

Hu Xinfeng nodded and said: "I heard that Senior Wang Pu talked about the Immortal Mansion at a banquet with a very small number of people. At that time, I could only accompany the last person, but what I heard clearly was that Senior Wang Pu mentioned the golden scales.

The three words "Gong" are very respectful, saying that the owner of the palace is a mountain immortal with a very high realm, that is, the Great Seal Dynasty, and maybe only the Protector of the Country and the female Martial God can compete with him."

The scholar sneered, "A pure martial artist who has not yet reached the ninth level dares to say that he is a female martial arts god?"

Hu Xinfeng wiped the sweat from his forehead and said with an embarrassed expression: "It's just the honorific title that we people in the world give to that female master. She has never called herself that."

The green-shirted scholar took a sip of wine and said, "If there is a miraculous medicine like golden sore medicine, just put it on quickly so you don't bleed to death. I don't have a bad habit of collecting corpses for others."

Hu Xinfeng felt as if he had been granted amnesty. He quickly squatted down, took out a porcelain bottle, and began to smear the wound with his teeth.

The man suddenly asked: "How much money is this bottle of medicine worth?"

Hu Xinfeng quickly raised his head again and said with a wry smile: "It's the secret elixir of our Wuling Country's Xiancao Villa. It's the rarest and most expensive. Even someone like me who has his own sect can still make money."

, I was heartbroken when I bought three bottles, but it was only because of my relationship with senior Wang Dun that I had a drink that Xiancao Villa was willing to sell me three bottles."

The man said: "It is not easy to make money and get involved in the world."

At this moment, Hu Xinfeng felt that he was in trouble and all the grass and trees were soldiers. His mother's grass and trees were indeed an unlucky word. From now on, I will never set foot in the Great Seal Dynasty again in my life. Go to your mother's grass and trees.

The man suddenly lowered his head and asked with a smile: "Do you think a person with the title of Jinlin Palace's Jindan Sword Cultivator would scare Master Cao and Xiao Shuye away?"

Hu Xinfeng hesitated for a moment and nodded, "That should be enough."

Hu Xinfeng sat down on the ground and thought for a while, "Maybe not?"

The scholar in green shirt actually picked up the book box, took out the chessboard and chess jar, sat down and said with a smile: "Then do you think Sui Xinyu's family of four should die?"

Hu Xinfeng shook his head and said with a bitter smile: "What's the damn thing? Sui Xinyu has always had a good official reputation and a good person. He just cherishes feathers and keeps himself clean. In the officialdom, he likes to be prudent and self-protective, not to say that he is very pragmatic. But not all scholars are officials.

Is this like this? If someone like Sui Xinyu does not disturb or harm the people, but also does some good deeds, he is already considered good in the Wuling Kingdom. Of course, I deliberately made friends with the Sui family for my own sake.

With his reputation in the world, there are not many people who can meet this old minister in the world of Wuling Kingdom. Of course, Sui Xinyu also wanted me to help him get to know senior Wang Dui. How could I introduce him to senior Wang Dui?

, I kept looking for excuses to shirk it, but after a few times, Sui Xinyu stopped mentioning it. Knowing my difficulties, he was just trying to exaggerate himself at the beginning, and he was talking nonsense. This can be regarded as Sui Xinyu's kindness."

The scholar in green shirt did not comment, raised his hand, put his fingers together, and revealed a legendary flying sword of the immortal.

Hu Xinfeng swallowed.

Is he really the chief priest of the Golden Scale Palace of the Immortal Family? A swordsman who looks young but actually lives for hundreds of years?

But the scholar just picked up the chess piece with one hand and carved it carefully with the flying sword in the other hand, as if he was writing a name. After carving, he gently placed it on the chessboard.

Hu Xinfeng thought about it, and it seemed that he first met in Xingting. The immortal in front of him was playing music. Later, when Sui Xinyu talked with him, the immortal did not put the more than thirty chess pieces on the chessboard back into the chess jar, but

Gathered around him, it's probably the same as now. Some chess pieces have names engraved on them? Are you worried that Sui Xinyu, who is good at playing chess, will notice this clue when he is thinking about it?

The man picked up the chess piece again and asked, "If I heard correctly, are you the leader of the Crossing Gang of Wuling Kingdom?"

Hu Xinfeng smiled bitterly and said, "The immortal master is making a joke."

The man turned over the side of the chess piece that had his name engraved on it, and engraved the word "Huangdu Gang" before placing it on the chessboard.

After that, more than ten chess pieces were carved out in one breath and placed on the chessboard one after another.

The sword light flashed between his eyebrows.

Then Hu Xinfeng discovered the real swordsman and began to be in a daze.

Previously in the pavilion, it was clear that even he, Hu Xinfeng, was a stinky chess player who could surely win.

But at this moment, Hu Xinfeng only felt that the person in front of him who was "making scores" alone was unfathomable and bottomless.

Chen Ping'an placed the hiking pole across his knees and rubbed it gently.

In the previous game of chess in the small town on the majestic peak, everyone and everything seemed like chess pieces that had been planted in a steep place. Each one contained danger, but was full of energy.

Even if Ji Yue, the Great Sword Immortal of Yuanwei Mountain, didn't show up at the end, and he didn't casually kill a Golden Elixir Sword Cultivator from the Golden Scale Palace, it was still a great chess game with many wonderful moves.

It's a pity that Chen Ping'an couldn't enter that small town during that chess game. He couldn't study every line carefully, otherwise the sect owner Lin Shu, the former prince, and the two spies of the Jinfei Kingdom who were placed in the Zhengrong Sect

, the old monk from the Golden Scale Palace who tried his best to protect the identity of the prince, etc., without exception, they are all exquisite chess pieces that grow on their own on the chessboard. They truly rely on their own abilities and abilities, as if they are alive on the chessboard.

The people who come here are no longer rigid chess pieces.

As for today's Xingting chess game, everything is disgusting, people's hearts fluctuate, and the switch between good and evil is not surprising at all. It cannot be scrutinized, and it is of no benefit. It is good and bad, and bad and bad.

Old servant Sui Xinyu, a bad guy? Naturally, he doesn't count. He speaks elegantly and plays chess skillfully.

He just kept himself clean and was good at avoiding trouble. Even Hu Xinfeng felt that the old minister did not deserve to die. Of course, Hu Xinfeng didn't know that. His answer, coupled with the previous request before his death, had saved him twice.

It made up for the two "tests" of three punches, kicks and stones, but there was another time. If he answered wrongly, Hu Xinfeng would still die.

This Hu Xinfeng was an old martial artist. Before Xingting, he was willing to escort Sui Xinyu on the long journey to the capital of Dazhuan. As long as his life was not in danger, he would always be the famous Hu Daxia.

Du Yu from Ghost Ax Palace said it very well, there is no life or death, there is no hero. But after death, it seems that it is just like that.

The turmoil in the pavilion, Sui Xinyu who was confused, Yang Yuan who helped with the acting, and Cao Fu who was the most cultivated but the most calculating. In terms of notoriety, none of these three parties could compare to the Hunjiang Jiao Yang Yuan, but Yang Yuan

At that time, he just let go of a scholar who could be crushed to death with his fingers. He even thought that "Chen Ping'an" had some character and character, even better than Sui Xinyu, who retired with great achievements and was famous in official circles, literary circles, and Yilin, both in the government and in the public.

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Hu Xinfeng sat opposite this worldly expert. The injury was only to stop the bleeding, but the pain was real.

The man didn't raise his head and asked casually: "The heroes in the rivers and lakes acted chivalrously and killed the chief criminal with one punch. The rest were accomplices who were behind the tiger's back. Their crimes were not worthy of death. The heroes punished them and walked away. The saved people kowtowed and thanked you.
To be continued...