In the heavy rain, the magnificent mansion stood in the rain curtain. The raindrops hitting the tiles gradually became noisy, and finally turned into a buzzing sound of gongs, drums, gold and stones. From a distance, it sounded like thousands of troops and horses fighting in unison, and countless soldiers buckled.

A, it’s scary to hear that.

But only when you get closer will you find that every brick edge and tile joint of this single-eave, four-corner, pointed-roof mansion is soaked with rainwater. The heavy rain that fell from the sky flooded the roof ridges and flowed endlessly, disappearing in an instant.

It can't be seen on the ground. It seems that it has to be poured all the way to the beams and foundations, and the masonry on the ground has stopped.

One after another, ethereal figures sneaked into the mansion with the door open, and there were shadows all around, but no one came close. There was no fire or lamp in the dark mansion, and it was dim and quiet, as if the people occupying the place at this time could be human beings.

, or it may just be a ghost ghost that remains in the world and is not recognized by people.

Chen Jialuo's Qinggong was ethereal and swift, and he followed Ying Laodao into the Luo Mansion. Along the way, he did not see the expected sight of weapons and murderous intent. On the contrary, even the disciples of the Luo family who originally came in and out of the house and wore fish-like patterns also

There was no trace. The raging fire that had been there on the day of the Golden Pen Washing Ceremony had been extinguished by water, and now there was only a dark, dark embers left.

"Director Chen, let's go..."

Ying Laodao's footsteps didn't stop at all, as if some invisible enemy was about to arrive at any time, and the tall woman also looked around with a wary expression. The worry between her eyebrows was so thick that she couldn't let it go. Chen Jialuo held his breath and looked around intently.

, and even felt that he was being led by a seducer in human skin, rushing non-stop to the underworld.

But he must take this road. Even if the underworld is really ahead, he has no reason to look back.

After not seeing each other for a few days, the Luo family's mansion seems much older. Thick moss has covered the cracks in the wall bricks. The red walls and black tiles have also been stained with a misty color, making it difficult to see the real shadows. It seems that everything

They are all getting wet and rotting rapidly. No matter how sturdy the palace is, one day it will sink to the bottom of the sea along with the city of Guangzhou under the constant heavy rain, and become a rotten corpse in the endless ocean with its mouth and nose covered with algae mud.

.

The road soon came to an end, and they stopped at the main house of Luo Mansion, which was so spacious that it was almost oversized. Chen Jialuo frowned as he looked at the flickering candlelight and the sealed hall with doors and windows, but he still reached out and pushed open the carved wooden door.

Chen Jialuo had no doubt that in the house would be sitting the Ten Palaces of Yama, the Judge of Merit and Cao, facing him head-on with his brilliant underworld power, so he secretly activated his family's profound and wonderful fist power, and blasted open the door with a blast of strong wind.

Then he stepped into it without hesitation.

After a moment of adjusting to the fading light, he found that the strong wind he opened the door actually caused the candlelight to tilt and fall, swaying and almost extinguishing, while the two figures sitting in the room looked sideways and watched together.

She looked at him with uniform movements and the same gloomy expression.

In the main room, all the gang leaders who have not been captured by Prince Pingnan are sitting in the room with serious and gloomy expressions, silent to each other, as if they have turned into stone statues of Weng Zhong, only possessing the appearance of Weng Zhong.

A hint of humanoid appearance.

There is still an empty wooden chair in the room, which is obviously the place prepared for Chen Jialuo. As Ying Laodao hinted, it is not an accident that they came here. More than one person knew that he would come and knew it very well.

He will appear here.

Everyone who should come must have already come - Chen Jialuo thought, so he sat in the chair reserved for him.

The group of people in the room were no strangers, but what was strange was that opposite, there was a tall, thin man with a golden face that he had never seen before, and the new leader of the Red Flower Club, Yang Chengxie, the leader of the Qingqi Gang, was also in the room.

But he had no chair to sit on.

Yang Chengxie and Chen Jialuo looked at each other and nodded slightly, then continued to stand behind a skinny old man, still like a majestic iron tower unmoving in the rain.

Chen Jialuo didn't know what they were waiting for. He grasped and rubbed the handle of the wooden chair with his palms, feeling impatient and restless. But as Ying Laodao closed the door again mysteriously, the hall was once again covered by the lonely twilight, and everyone's faces were confused.

It was shrouded in a deep shadow, and no matter what expression he was making, he looked so mysterious in the half-light and half-darkness.

Slowly, he discovered that these martial arts masters were not sitting silently. Their gazes followed a fixed frequency and often moved undetectably to the depths of the hall, to the back hall that was blocked by multiple screen partitions.

The light from the patio shines through the eaves and hits the ground, stretching out two infinitely elongated figures facing each other. It is only because the shadows are too straight, too determined, and too stable that they are attracted by others.

I mistakenly thought it was just the oblique shadow of two pillars.

——And the slight voices were mixed in the annoying rain, and slowly drifted over with the wind. The words were blurred, like an illusion of voices coming across the water.

…………

Jiang Wen, who had disappeared for a long time, was still dressed in Taoist robes and jade crowns, and his appearance was not that chic. However, he looked at the sky with his hands behind his hands and said slowly for a long time. His thoughts seemed to be at the same level as those of Yu Lei, but his eyes did not move from Luo Yuantong for even a moment.

Walk.

During this hour, Jiang Wen had already tried every possible means to find out the news about Luo Yuantong, but the old fox in front of him did not reveal a word. He only focused on confronting him from a distance like this, making it clear that he was waiting for his patience to run out and leave on his own.

"Senior Luo, we have been standing here for so long. Are the people outside anxious?"

Luo Yuantong, who has white hair and beard, is smiling, wearing neither a sword nor a sword, as if he is just a wandering wild crane washing his hands in a golden basin and paying no attention to worldly affairs. His figure is light and indistinct, and will blend into the bleak sky at any time.

"Master Jiang, I told you it's not yet time."

Luo Yuantong spoke slowly, stretched out his empty hand, but put his left hand behind his back, and slowly stroked his beard, "The Jianghu comrades were implicated and hunted because of my matter, so I will naturally ensure that they leave the city safe and sound, but what Chief Jiang said

This thing, I have never heard of, I’m afraid I’m going to disappoint you.”

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Jiang Wen shook his head noncommittally.

"Of course I won't believe what the liar said. I don't know whether what he said is true or false anyway, so I just let him talk to the dead. When he gets tired of lying and talking about poverty, he will naturally only tell the truth.

Already."

"I see."

Luo Yuantong echoed casually.

He was extremely tall, and his hands were extremely broad. He held his right hand emptyly from time to time. Jiang Wen squinted his eyes slightly and realized that his body's center of gravity was moving around his body subtly, as if he was rehearsing a powerful move.

, the extremely concentrated sword technique is already unstoppable even before the move is made.

"Senior Luo, this junior has a gracious request. Can you see the Luo family's sword skills?"

Jiang Wen changed the topic and spoke slowly, as if he was just a martial arts man who was happy to see the hunter and wanted to ask the seniors in the martial arts for some advice.

But Luo Yuantong laughed loudly when he heard this, and suddenly raised his hand and clenched his fist to stop the momentum. Jiang Wen only felt that he had changed from the uncertain posture of wielding the knife to a green pine and cypress unmoving in the wind and rain.

"I am afraid that Master Jiang has forgotten that I have washed my hands in a golden basin and no longer use force. How can I break the rules? On the contrary, Master Jiang's 'Junzi Sword' is hidden in a box, waiting for the time to be used. Don't you plan to unsheath it today?"

?”

The old man and the young man looked at each other with smiles for a long time, their expressions gradually became serious, but suddenly they changed their colors and said coldly.

“Definitely next time!”

"inconvenient!"

All the words have been said again.

Now it happened that Jiang Wen was sealing his sword and Luo Yuantong was washing his hands. Both of them obviously wanted to test each other, but they always tried to avoid it and had no intention of actually taking action. They tried and tested many times but to no avail. This made Jiang Wen also doubt whether he was the right one.

Came to the wrong place.

What Jiang Wen didn't know even more was why the old man in front of him ignored all the martial arts people in the room and insisted on coming here to fight with him? Could it be that the monks in the Luo Mansion were not allowed to go to the poor Taoist monks? It must be that

These people have some secret, and they are deliberately testing whether they are here to disrupt the situation.

But the question is why Yan Wing Chun is here and still hesitant and unwilling to explain to himself?

When leaving Xianggang Mountain, Li Xinghe told Jiang Wen that in the eyes of Shang Kexi, Zen Master Tianran and Luo Yuantong were just like the towering Mount Tai with one monk, one layman, one civilized and one martial. If there are still people in Guangzhou today who can control Shang Kexi, then

It can only be Luo Yuantong who washes his hands in a golden basin.

In order to repay the other party's honesty, Jiang Wen moved a huge stone to seal the ancient Qiulong Well at the former site of Sanyuan Palace, completely blocking the possibility of Li Xinghe's escape. He could only stay in the tomb and wait for rescue.

Luo Yuantong's status is transcendent, but Jiang Wen still doesn't know what Luo Yuantong's position is in front of him. He may be a restraining existence, or he may be the main force helping the evil. Even if he shelters so many martial arts people in his house, it does not mean that Jiang

You can trust him 100% if you hear it, and you have to see everything with your own eyes before you can count it. All the efforts you make are worth it.

But Luo Yuantong ignored Jiang Wen's metaphor and turned his gaze back to the misty and rainy patio. His back was to Jiang Wen, but he was facing a rickety figure in the distance.

Suddenly, Jiang Wen knew why the other party's attitude was so strange, but there was still one thing on his mind that he still had to ask.

"Senior Luo, what Li Xinghe said is naturally not believable, but there is one more thing I am here to do today, which is the ink dragon monument in your house that originated from Southern Shaolin."

Jiang Wen suppressed the doubts in his heart and looked at Luo Yuantong pointedly, but the other party looked at him noncommittally, stretched out his right hand wearing a silk glove, and pointed at the ancient sword at his waist.

"Can I borrow the sword and take a look?"

Jiang Wen was a little stunned as he took off the sword and handed it into Luo Yuantong's hand. Then he saw his expression suddenly became serious.

"It's indeed a good sword. What's its name? Where did you get it?"

Jiang Wen also looked at this bronze sword that was still as sharp as ever after thousands of years. The memory of the fierce battles in the past was still vivid in his mind, but he realized that he didn't even know if this thing had a name.

“The Supplementary Records records that Gou Jian, the king of Yue, ordered workers to sacrifice white horses and white oxen to the god Kunwu and mine gold to cast them into the essence of the Eight Swords. It is a pity that such a good sword has no name.”

Without waiting for Jiang Wen's reply, Luo Yuantong said what he was thinking, "I think this sword looks like a treasure from the Yue Kingdom. If you search carefully, there will always be a place where you can leave your name."

Jiang Wen silently put the sword back into its scabbard and listened to Luo Yuantong continue to sigh.

"There are many kinds of things in the world. Those who know cannot use them, and those who use them cannot know. To cut through thorns with a sword is to cast a pearl in the dark. To hide and hold the treasure deeply is to waste it. Since ancient times, it has been hard and easy to break. Only the treasures hidden in the body can be used when the time comes.

Movement is the right path that will never be broken..."

Luo Yuantong suddenly said at this time.

"But you said that if the pros and cons of a treasure are unknown and used improperly, it will be poisonous for a long time and cause endless harm. How should a gentleman hide the treasure in his body? And when should it be used?"

A flash of enlightenment flashed across Jiang Wenlingtai, and he casually shook out a section of the sword on his back. Three minutes after the white jade sword was unsheathed, a cold light shot into the sky, which was breathtaking. In an instant, even the fading skylight dimmed a bit, as if

The glory was also taken away by the sword.

"It is indeed this sword..."

Before Luo Yuantong finished speaking, Ying Laodao's figure turned out from the end of the corridor. He also saw the scene filled with swords and splendor. He nodded slowly to Jiang Wen and Luo Yuantong, his thin, narrow and long face full of sincerity.
To be continued...