Nine Yan slowly breathed and pondered for a moment, and finally made a decision. "Nearly 36,000 people in Piaoxue Mountain Villa fought with the Iron Blood Gang. Now one person compensates 2,200 silver, totaling 72,000,000."
"Deputy Palace Master!" Thorns were dissatisfied with the verdict and wanted to refute it, but he dared not say anything when he saw Jiu Yan’s bald head glaring.
Sinian opened his eyes and said to Jiu Yan, "Xie, the deputy palace Lord, upholds justice."
Thorn got up and said to Jiuyan after seeing that Jiuyan had decided to glare at Si Nian, "Now that I have made it clear, I will leave the money and I will send someone to Piaoxue Mountain Villa immediately!" Thorns immediately got up and left their sleeves to go out, but dared not say anything more.
"Thank you, Deputy Palace Master, for upholding justice. Then I’ll be leaving now." Si Nian got up indifferently and wanted to live in harmony with Tianlong.
Nine Yan, the "owner of the village", stopped Si Nian.
Sinian turned and looked at Jiu Yan.
Nine Yan said slowly, "the manager of the company hopes that you will be suitable and stop. I don’t want to see chaos in the heavenly palace."
Si Nian didn’t speak, but smiled calmly and turned away so coldly …
Chapter 46 Kunhang
Piaoxue Mountain Villa has a new deputy villa owner, who is specially selected from the door incense master and called the knowledge institute. The cultivation is Wudang’s advanced martial arts, sword-cleaning, and people are as friendly as students, but he prefers to deal with financial and gang trivia. He used to be a special supervisor of three financial incense masters and retired to the hall master after learning, and his knowledge-seeking ability did not live up to his expectations, making the whole villa prosperous.
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Si Nian is indifferent to waking up from self-study and watching him being called Mochow Mochow Embroiders Eyebrows and micro-gesturing that Jiu Yan is calling him Si Nian to be indifferent and tilting his head. He then said seriously, "Si Zhuangzhu hopes that you can listen carefully now. We have something important to discuss." Si Nian didn’t notice that Jiu Yan sat on his hand, and he came to Qingfeng at the first place, but I didn’t know when Si Nian saw romantic and woke up from self-study and nodded slightly.
After getting along with each other for more than half a year, Si Nian was gradually accepted by this group, because Si Nian’s martial arts were high enough, and he didn’t have anything out of the ordinary after the Iron Blood Gang incident, and he also saved Mochow and others in several gang wars. Everyone has a good impression on this indifferent young man. Today, there are seven people in the whole conference room: Qing Feng, Jiu Yan, Feng Yue, Rising Sun, Mo Chou, Han Xing and Si Nian.
Nine Yan gently coughed and then said to others, "The day before yesterday, a sword in my palace was bought from Bai Xiaosheng. It was reported that there was a cemetery in the northwest desert. There was something in the cemetery-Wulin Zun Ling! Presumably, everyone should know that although the martial arts decree orders the Jianghu, it has a very tempting ability for us-to promote gangs to sects! So I hope everyone can do their best to finish this. According to Bai Xiaosheng, it takes seven dzi beads to open the cemetery door. Now I have a list of ten people. They have one dzi bead in their hands, but when the ten people are far away, there are not many left. The seven of us will divide up and look for it. After one month, we will leave for the desert together. "
Nine Yan said that it was meaningless to see others and continued, "Well, I’ll assign it now …"
Si Nian was assigned to the first master of Wudang named Feng Ya six years ago, who was the second fastest sword in the Wulin that year.
Kun is a spring city with four seasons. There are always endless delicate flowers here. Flowers are like dancing flowers. Every fairy exudes an attractive fragrance in the soft wind of the season. Kunren people are very leisurely and enjoy life. They like water, flowers and grass in Leshan. It seems to be the only pure land in the bloody rivers and lakes, because it was created by famous people in the rivers and lakes. Those people all like Kunming very much. When they choose to retire, they all come here in unison. All factions in the rivers and lakes will not develop their power here for a long time.
Si Nian was wandering around Kunming Street with a long sword and a dashing image. According to the intelligence, Si Nian lived in seclusion. He has seen his portrait, but it is not easy for him to find him in such a big Kunming. Since it is not easy to find him, wait …
Si Nian stayed in Hongyan Square, the largest brothel in Kunming all day. He gave three hundred and two thousand pieces of silver to the old bao of Hongyan Square, and then he stayed alone in a pink-scented guest room, closed his eyes against the quiet candlelight in sandalwood …
Time passes quickly, and it’s already half a month, but there’s no news yet, and I can still study quietly.
In the evening, Lao bao ran upstairs and delivered a good news to Si Nian. Someone heard that Feng Ya once had a life-and-death friend NPC who died in a battle six years ago. Feng Ya buried him in a mountain outside Kunming himself, and Feng Ya would go there with his wife Luo tears every year on the NPC’s memorial day.
That day is in the day …
Bathing and changing clothes, but he is a chrysanthemum petal who washes his body and combs his hair … Si Nian did these things at night. He didn’t treat this battle as sacred as Ximen Chuixue because he was going to fight tomorrow. He just thought that a man was so affectionate to an NPC and a dead NPC deserved such a heavy affection from a player. No matter who Si Nian thinks, it is necessary to take that solemn occasion seriously and express his respect to two people who haven’t met before, although one person has been buried in the yellow land for a long time …
The night gradually faded. Si Nian sat quietly in the room after bathing and changing clothes. She wiped the longevity sword seriously by candlelight. Although she wiped it for a long time, it was not stained with a trace of dust and blood. The longevity sword still shone like a light silver light when it was pulled out. It did not become more shiny when it was wiped by the white silk towel.
It seems that doing this is very interesting and chatting, but Si Nian is willing to give up precious self-study time to be serious and meticulous. When doing such a seemingly redundant thing, one minute passes, the red candle flames tremble, and the sunrise outside the window has penetrated the window and shone on Si Nian’s delicate face.
Candle light is rising gradually, leaving the last star flame. Si Nian slowly got up, put his sword into its sheath and walked slowly to the door. The white silk towel gently slipped from Si Nian’s hand and jumped on the candle with a red spark. Seeing that the silk towel was about to fall when the red candle was lit, a breeze came from the door and put out the last red spark. The white silk towel fluttered and fell, covering the candle wick with a wisp of white smoke …
Chapter 47 Demon Ji
The autumn wind blows away, but the dusk is lonely, but it is stained with silence and desolation. A breeze blows through the trees, and maple leaves float in the misty color of late autumn. The pieces of red maple leaves dance with the wind, as if they have tasted the pain of parting and are unwilling to fall to the ground of hay …
On the hillside, the golden sunset is staring at the red handwriting on the tombstone-the tomb of my best friend Hu Tiehua …
Dressed in a gray gown, Feng Ya stood quietly in front of the tombstone with lonely eyes. A mature and beautiful woman looked at the tombstone with her lips slightly closed and sad.
Who can understand the loneliness of the waves? Who can know where the free and easy home is where the drunkard Nai will not have a ranger? It’s not far from the end of the world, but the pure friendship between people in the end of the world lies in that natural letter …
Wind ya hands a pot of wine gently spilled on the grave vicissitudes of life sound from his mouth to say "the old drunkard brought you good bamboo leaves this year, please taste it slowly, but don’t drink it all at once like that …" Luo tears lightly put a bunch of peony flowers before the wind ya arms, and Hu Tiehua said the last sentence was "Hey hey, cough, cough … unexpectedly, unexpectedly … don’t send me chrysanthemums after dying so timid … chrysanthemum, that thing.
The wind whispers softly, "The old drunkard peony flowers have arrived. I hope you are still romantic in the face …"
A gust of autumn wind passed abnormally, and the wind was lonely, and his eyes were suddenly dignified. He was staring sideways at the distance. A young man with a negative sword, Si Nian, looked straight at the tombstone and went to his right hand. The chrysanthemum was gently placed in front of the tombstone. The wind did not stop Si Nian from approaching him, and Luo Tears kept watching him quietly.
When Si Nian released the chrysanthemum in the wind, he suddenly asked him, "Is Ge a person?"
Si Nian turned and looked at Feng Ya indifferently "not a friend"
Feng Ya frowned slightly. "Does that pavilion mean enemy?"
Si Nian did not deny that "if you don’t give me the dzi beads in your hand, you will be an enemy."
"dzi beads?" Feng Ya suddenly became one leng when Hu Tiehua died of dzi beads. I didn’t expect someone to want to take it after six years.
Feng Ya said indifferently, "It seems that I have to let Ge down."
Si Nian’s calm expression already knew the answer, "Then draw your sword and let me see the strength of Wudang’s first sword."
On the left-hand side of Fengya, "Let’s find a quiet place. I don’t want to disturb the peace of old friends here."
Si Nian nodded gently and followed Feng Ya and Luo Tears to Lin …
The three people’s backs disappeared into the forest, and then the breeze brushed their faces. A floating blue figure appeared in the tombstone just like from the blue sky. The visitor bowed his head and stared at the yellow land, reflecting a strange light. The dark hair could not cover the depth of the skin. The dark blue clothes set off the smart and elegant figure. The face with a light smile and eyes was inlaid with a pair of tulip fragrance …
Light as a female voice, gently say "the old drunkard has disappeared for another year" from this elegant male mouth.
Nobody answered that he was bleak in the autumn wind …
The man holds a wine glass with decorative natural glass as thin as paper, as bright as a mirror, and as bright as jade. It is a quiet and sweet wine in the night glass. In the wind, the man’s slender finger Ran Ran raises his hand and gently sniffs the pure wine in the cup. "Old drunkard, this is the last cup of Dukang wine …" The man gazes at the trickle and quietly stares at the defect face with a desolate sadness …
"Old drunkard waste you so-called romantic leader Hua Hudie but really romantic? Now it has become a dead butterfly … What did you prefer that person to die … "The man shook his head and his right hand suddenly appeared like a magic trick. A pot of wine is inferior shochu …
"A gentleman has everything …" Lying in front of the tombstone, the drinking man’s eyes looked at the yellow sky and silently slipped a string of pearls to clear his tears. This sentence was once said by Hu Tiehua to Chu Liuxiang.
The eternal sword bursts with low sounds and white swords, and the light moves around the wind. The wind is all over the body, and the eyebrows are heavy. The seven-foot sword in the hand casts a soft Yun Jian like a fluttering white cloud.
"Hey!" The speed of Si Nian’s sword stabbing is as fast as flashing to the wind.
"when!" With a wave of his left sleeve, Fengya plays this sword directly with Wudang stunts and flying sleeves.
After Si Nian’s move was blocked, he stopped and said coldly, "Give me the dzi beads. After six years of leisure, you are not my opponent."
Feng Ya looked down at the sharp sword hole in his left sleeve robe and couldn’t help but lose it for six years. I didn’t expect to be defeated by a younger generation at first hand. It seems really old …
Los tears will have a panoramic view of the two men fighting. She was also the third master of the Emei Sect, and clearly saw the gap between them. Her husband’s chances of winning …
Los tears gently sigh "ya day bead we also let him, I think Hu Dage also don’t want to see you because of the day bead and an accident …"
Feng Ya looked at his gentle wife and wanted to say something but hesitated for a long time. He sighed lightly and took out a pearl as big as an egg with his left hand and threw it at Si Nian.