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Her story originally had nothing to do with the world.

However, just because he followed that man's footsteps, the name Zimo became a mysterious legend in the martial arts world.

Everyone in the world knows that 99% of the news and past events in the martial arts world, the intricate personnel relationships, and all kinds of top-secret information are gathered in a place called Lanxue Pavilion in Tingxue Tower.

And the person who was processing all kinds of information in that place and delivering the most urgent message to the highest level of Tingxue Tower was a woman named Zi Mo - that strange woman, smart and knowledgeable, with a strong memory. He understands the mountains of documents and the complicated relationships in the world as he looks down at the lines on his palms.

Among the four guardians of Tingxue Tower, the person in charge of intelligence information is Zi Mo.

Her real name is Zida, a rich and intoxicating name.

That is not a name for a girl from a good family. said the father.

However, he gave his wife the name according to her wishes. Her mother died on the night she was born, and her father was aloof and unruly throughout his life and could not listen to anyone's different opinions. However, he finally listened to his wife for once.

At the age of seven, her father, who was demoted again, held her for a walk in the garden of his Chaozhou residence. The summer storm at sea had just passed, and there were ruins everywhere outside. Even in the back garden of the county government, it was a desolate scene.

There was a rose bush that was blown down by the strong wind because it was not set up in time, and the vines were scattered all over the ground. Broken branches and leaves and scattered petals exude a faint fragrance in the air after the storm.

The father had nothing to do, so he pointed at the rose and asked his daughter to write a couple of poems about this scene.

Blinking her eyes, she blurted out: "I haven't calmed down for a while, and my mind is in chaos."

However, her father's expression changed in an instant and he looked at her sternly. She was so frightened that the child stopped smiling and looked at his father blankly, not knowing what went wrong.

"To write this kind of poem at a young age... must be a delinquent woman!"

At the age of seven, she did not understand what delinquency was. She also didn't understand why the truth she told based on the situation in front of her made her stern father so angry, and he no longer loved her as much as before.

Until the age of sixteen, Zidai’s name became a sign that everyone in Luoyang City’s romantic market flocked to. After each party, when she woke up slightly drunk, she realized that it was her father. A prophecy about her life.

However, although my father’s advice was not accepted many times throughout his life, his words were fulfilled by God.

My father was unruly and upright, so his official career was often not smooth and he was depressed throughout his life. The only time when there was some hope was when he was recalled from Chaozhou to the capital city of Luoyang and waited for a vacancy to be filled in the Ministry of Rites.

At that time, Xie Lizhou, the minister of the Ministry of Rites, hinted several times that business activities were indispensable for his father to get a good job. However, his father did not understand the world and did not go to the Yamen of the Ministry of Rites. He just waited for the adults to show mercy and give orders. .

Life is not easy in Migui, Luoyang. The father and daughter depend on each other for life, and they live a simple and peaceful life. After her mother's death, her father never renewed his relationship. In many things, his father was stubborn - later she discovered that this temper seemed to be inherited by her exactly.

She has always been the daughter of a good family. Although she is not full of beautiful women, she is still a harem. She is good at playing music, chess, calligraphy and painting. Like most girls from good families in the world, she is waiting to be arranged by her fathers in the future. fate.

She was already sixteen years old at that time, and she already understood what a serious crime her father called "misbehavior" was for a woman. However, she was calm and shy by nature, and she was rigorous in her behavior and far away. It has nothing to do with those two words.

Her family rented a small patio, a single-family house, facing Zhuque Street in Luoyang City.

On the same street, there is another deep compound with a tall gatehouse and strict guards. People who come in and out on weekdays are people with dangerous temperaments, and their bodies often flash with the dazzling cold light of weapons.

My father once frowned and said: Those people are all rebellious parties who use force to break the ban. It is only because of the chaos of the current government and the weakening of the government's influence that those people in the world come out to disrupt the world.

A chaotic party that uses force to break the law. She became a little scared.

Because the family was poor and could not afford servants, she was often required to appear in public, and even had to pass by the gate every day. When passing that gate, she always lowered her head, for fear that those quacks would do something bad.

However, nothing happened.

Until she met him at that place.

Looking back after a long time, even the day when fate turned around seemed like a normal day.

The first snow of winter has just fallen, and the water outside turned into ice. However, she still had to get up early to fetch water from the old well under the mulberry trees at the other end of the street.

After hurriedly washing up and holding her hair loosely with a hairpin, she walked on the cold street carrying a wooden bucket.

It was just dawn, and there was not a single pedestrian on the gray Zhuque Street. That was also the time she deliberately chose to go out in order to avoid being exposed. Her fingertips were so cold that she almost lost consciousness. She staggered forward, struggling to carry a bucket full of water.

After passing the gate, she lowered her head as usual and hurried past. Suddenly, on the empty road, the sound of rapid horse hooves came like thunder, wrapped in the cold wind and snow, and it was already in my ears in the blink of an eye!

She was startled. When she looked up and saw the horses and horses running towards them, she wanted to hide away, but the three-inch golden lotus foot that had been bound since she was a child made her unable to move. She stepped on the icy ground with one foot. On the ground, the body slipped.

If she fell, and the man just rode past, then there would be nothing but the flying snow in the sky between them, and nothing else, let alone the name in the future." "Zi Mo" is a lost woman; however, she did not fall, and she did not even spill a drop of water from the bucket in her hand.

The horse was restrained forcefully. The person on the horse flew down and reached out to hold her shoulders to steady her falling figure. In her ears, she could only hear someone saying softly: " I bumped into the girl, I'm sorry."

She raised her eyes and saw the handsome young man's face. Reflected in the falling snow, it looked even more pale and bloodless. Only his eyes were still there. There is a bit of life, and there is a vague warmth in the blur, but there is no bottom - such an abyss, as if others cannot see his heart at a glance, but will fall into it instead.

She was just stunned for a moment, but the young man had already let go of the hand holding her shoulder, handed the barrel held in his other hand back to her hand, and nodded slightly. , then looked back and walked away. He was accompanied by three men and horses, all wearing black cloaks. They looked heroic and heroic, which was different from the sickly and quiet young master.

A group of four people walked through the snow and walked into the gate. When the guards saw the leader, they all knelt down and respectfully said: "Greetings to the young building master!"

And the young man The young master just nodded slightly. After receiving such a great gift, he walked into the deep courtyard without stopping at all. The wind and snow whirled around him. Although his body was thin, this young man seemed to be carrying a difficult complexion. The momentum of words.

It turns out that he is the young master of the mysterious gang behind the gate... Zidai was holding water, standing in the snow and thinking blankly.

Is that a rebellious party that uses force to break the ban?

It's not like... no matter how you put it, it's not like it... For the first time since she was a child, she began to doubt her father's statement.

That day, a beauty in purple stood blankly on the busiest Zhuque Street in Luoyang until the water in the barrel froze. There were gradually more people, and everyone looked at her in surprise. There were also a few dandy boys watching, laughing and praising her beauty - she had to leave.

Before leaving, she mustered up the courage to look up and glanced at the plaque on the door, and clearly saw three words:

Tingxue Tower. If one day the girl I like disappears, I will turn the whole world upside down and go to hell to find her.

Hmm...then tell me, will she be in Biluo or Huangquan?

Nature is in Biluo, and fairies will not go to Huangquan.

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Several horses galloped on the official road outside Quanzhou Coming, the horse's hooves struck empty echoes in the twilight suburbs.

Above the ancient city, a crescent moon quietly raised the frost in the sky, overlooking the earth.

The person in the lead, with long hair in Fei Yi, is a woman. She took the lead in reining in her horse by the pavilion outside the city gate and looked up at the dim lights in the city. The evening breeze blew the gauze on her face. Behind the veil, although her eyes were clear and cold, they already showed a slight hint of exhaustion.

I have been running non-stop for four days, from Hangzhou to Quanzhou via Yandang. I have conquered and eliminated some small sects along the way. When I arrived outside Quanzhou City at dusk, everyone had already gained some strength. tiredness.

However, looking at the empty pavilion beside the official road outside the city, everyone's eyes were slightly startled - no one... No one came to greet him?

The woman in scarlet clothes reined in her horse outside the city and glanced at the people accompanying her. One of the middle-aged men understood, raised his hand, and a small arrow in his sleeve soared into the sky, shot straight into the night sky, and detonated at a very high altitude, blooming into a strange blue chrysanthemum.

The light is fleeting.

The group of people stopped talking and stood waiting outside the city gate together.

After a stick of incense, the sky was almost completely dark and the city gate was about to close. However, a group of waiting people looked into the city and there was still no movement on the official road.

"Why hasn't Protector Biluo come yet?" Finally, someone among the people accompanying him couldn't help but speak out and was very dissatisfied, "He was clearly notified in advance that Miss Jing would come to Quanzhou, and now he met Lan Huo Ling didn't even come over, he's very arrogant."

The woman in scarlet clothes pondered, but did not answer. She just gave the talkative subordinate a sharp look and told him to shut up immediately.

"It's getting late, let's go to the city first." A Jing sighed quietly and ordered his subordinates.

Everyone continued on their way in silence. However, everyone was shocked and doubtful - the subordinates of Tingxue Tower, even the Fourth Protector, did not come immediately after seeing the Blue Fire Order. Visiting an audience is considered disrespectful behavior!

Moreover, Tingxue Tower had just quelled the rebellion of the second floor owner Gao Mengfei half a year ago. Bi Luo, one of the four guardians, as a direct subordinate of the second floor owner, was able to be retained by the second floor owner Xiao after the rebellion. If you are extra tolerant, you should be more careful in what you do in the future - and isn't his behavior now a recipe for disaster?

However, Miss Jing, who had always been strict and unmerciful, had no sharp light in her eyes.

On the contrary, he seemed to have expected something, and his expression was a little sad.

"Meet Miss Jing!"

It was already midnight when we found the newly established branch of Tingxue Tower in Quanzhou. The group of people got off their horses in a dusty state. The Tingxue Tower disciple who was guarding the Quanzhou branch shouted out in surprise, immediately leaned over to salute, and at the same time reported with a slight panic: "Miss Jing, please sit down, subordinate... subordinate, go immediately Inform Protector Biluo! "

This time, led by Protector Biluo, Tingxue Tower finally captured the Huanhua Palace in Quanzhou after more than a month of hard work, and established a stronghold to deal with the Moon Worship Sect in Central Yunnan in the future. The stronghold ahead.

The woman in scarlet clothes glanced at her subordinates lightly and waved her hand: "No, I will go in and find him myself... You have just captured the Huanhua Palace and are tired enough. Now it's time It's time to rest."

As she said this, she took the lead into the courtyard, leaving the people on the other side looking at each other at a loss.

The people from Luoyang who followed them remained silent, but everyone had this in mind. Looking at Miss Jing's calm face, I felt a cold sweat in my heart.

——It seems that Biluo did not notify anyone in advance that Miss Jing was coming to Quanzhou.

——The female lord in the building who is second only to the building owner seems not to be important at all in his eyes.

——How courageous... Even Master Xiao is in awe of Miss Jing.

Entering the side room, everyone finally knew the reason why Protector Biluo did not come to greet him.

Opening the closed door, the strong smell of alcohol hit their faces. Seeing the scene in the room, all the disciples of Tingxuelou were shocked in their hearts, secretly thinking that Protector Biluo would not be able to escape punishment this time. Even the woman in scarlet clothes, who had remained calm all this time, couldn't help but frown when she looked at the man who was drunk among the wine bottles on the table.

There were at least thirty or forty empty bottles lying scattered on the table, and wine juice was flowing all over the table. And the man in green just lay on the dirty table and fell asleep, not noticing this group of people at all. Get closer to those around you.

"Protector Biluo!" Seeing Miss Jing standing aside expressionlessly, someone in the entourage finally lost his temper and shouted loudly, "Miss Jing is here, please wake up!" In the newly established Quanzhou branch, some disciples quietly came forward and pushed the drunken man: "Dharma protector... wake up quickly! Miss Jing is here!"

However, the drunk man in Tsing Yi was Still lying motionless on the table. His arms were resting on the edge of the table, his hands hanging down unconsciously, and his fingers were scarred for some reason.

The woman in scarlet clothes looked along his bloody fingertips and saw the guqin that had fallen under the table.

The qin is a good one, with paulownia wood and icy strings, and black lacquered plum blossoms broken off. Unfortunately, it is in pieces. All seven strings were broken.

Inside the broken piano body, A Jing even saw the hidden grid exposed under the piano body - in the dark grid, the pale green scabbard of the rare and famous sword "Fish Gut" shone faintly. luster.

Did he even smash the piano and sword? Biluo...

Ajing sighed almost inaudibly, leaned down and picked up the guqin.

"You all go out first." Standing up straight, the woman in scarlet clothes calmly ordered the shocked subordinates around her.

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Everyone After everyone exited, A Jing swept away the wine bottles scattered on a chair and sat down at the table silently. He didn't wake up his intoxicated subordinates, but just took a half-empty bottle of wine and slowly poured himself into it.

The broken guqin was placed in her hand, and the broken strings touched her fingers.

A Jing slowly drank a glass of wine and turned to look at the intoxicated man in Tsing Yi on the table. He was so drunk that with such martial arts, he didn't even notice someone approaching him like this. The jade crown that bound her hair was also crooked, and her long, jet-black hair spread all over the table, soaked in the flowing filthy wine. Under the messy hair, his thin face was surprisingly pale, and his eyebrows were tightly knitted, showing no trace of his usual aura. His left hand rested feebly on the edge of the table, while his right hand was under his body, tightly grasping a brocade bag around his neck.

"Xiao Jin, Xiao Jin..." As if he had dreamed of something, a name suddenly came out of the intoxicated man's mouth.

The woman in scarlet clothes watched quietly, and a faint smoke suddenly appeared in her eyes.

Xiao Jin.

I really want to see what kind of girl she is... Even the female lord of Tingxue Tower sighed in her heart - what kind of woman can make the so-called Jianghu A suave wanderer who has mastered the piano and sword, and has been arrogant about his talent all his life, is he unrepentant to the point where he is now?

Suddenly, she heard a drunk man humming something vaguely. It was a very common tune. Ajing listened carefully and heard a few verses of a familiar poem that had been sung by the world and in dramas - "The empty air runs like lightning, rising to heaven and earth.

“The blue sky above and the yellow spring below fall, and both places are nowhere to be seen.

“………………”

Song of Everlasting Regret!

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More than a year ago, when Biluo entered Tingxue Tower, The sensation it caused in the entire world was second only to Shu Jingrong's joining Tingxue Tower.

Tingxue Tower had just risen and began to conquer the martial arts world with an unstoppable momentum. Many aristocratic families were surrendered, many sects were wiped out, and even Shaolin Wudang, the leader in martial arts, chose to fade away and be indifferent to worldly affairs because they did not have the strength to fight.

At that time, his name was Jiang Chuge. The first sword in Jiangnan.

The sword tests the world, the harp picks beauties, all kinds of romances are famous in the martial arts world, and I don’t know how many boudoir girls and martial arts heroines are tempted. However, he is still more famous for his Feng Liuxue swordsmanship. The swordsmanship known as the best in Jiangnan.

When Tingxue Tower was overwhelmingly advancing southward, wiping out the four great families in the south of the Yangtze River, everyone placed their only hope of resisting Tingxue Tower on him - because only the one who was known as the master of the piano and sword Only Jiang Chuge could fight against Xiao Jing and Xiao Jing in Tingxue Tower.

And people in the Jianghu also know that even with the pride of Jiangnan's first sword, they will never surrender to Tingxuelou.

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In the first battle between him and Xiao Jing, On the edge of Lanxi River in Jinhua Mansion.

It is night, and the moonlight is like water, pouring over the earth. The water of Lanxi flows quietly, but the bright moon on the stream never goes away with the flowing water. It was midnight, and it was even more quiet by the stream. The weather in late autumn was already quite cold, and there was already frost flying in the air. It seemed that the sound of every frost flower falling to the ground could be heard quietly.

In such silence, there was a string of horse hooves that broke the coldness of the frosty night.

In the middle of the night, two people braved the cold and rode together.

One man and one woman. They are all young. The man is dressed in white as snow and has a handsome appearance, but with a hint of illness. The light in his eyes flickers like a candle in the wind. The woman was dressed in scarlet clothes, the gauze on her face was raised in the cold wind, and her eyes behind the veil were cold and sharp.

"Ahem... I didn't want to rush from Lin'an to Jinhua, but it's almost midnight." Coughing slightly, the young man in white opened his mouth and said to the woman walking beside him, "A Jing, what have you been doing these past few days? After pacifying the Hua family in Yangzhou, I asked you to annihilate the Lei family in Perak Hall. You kept running back and forth day and night... Ahem, thank you for your hard work."

As soon as he opened his mouth, he felt a cold air invade his lungs, and he couldn't help but feel cold. He coughed violently, and his words suddenly fell into pieces.

"You should take care of yourself first, host." The woman in scarlet clothes known as "A Jing" raised her eyes and looked at the man accompanying her, and said calmly. There was no warmth in her voice, just indifferent sentences thrown out, which dispersed in the night wind.

At this time, the two people walking on the bridle were passing through a turning point in Lanxi River. There was a dilapidated pavilion. Clusters of bamboo trees beside the pavilion were scattered and rustling in the night wind. Rustling.

The woman in scarlet clothes suddenly jumped off the horse.

"I'm tired from walking and the wind is strong. Let's take a rest." Without asking for the opinions of his companions, A Jing tied the horse to the bamboo and turned his back to the horse. The young man in white suddenly added in the same indifferent tone, "——The cloak is in the brocade pocket beside your saddle."

The young man in white did not say anything, but his dim and uncertain eyes lit up slightly. Bright. Suddenly there was a faint smile on the pale face, like a passing cloud on a cold pond.

He quietly dismounted from his horse, took out his cloak from the edge of the saddle, and draped it over his shoulders. His coughing subsided slightly.

A Jing waited for him in front of the pavilion. When he came over, the two of them walked side by side towards the pavilion, chatting lightly as they walked.

"The Jiangnan martial arts lineage has been destroyed by me. The next two sects of Yandang and Kuocang have nothing to do." The woman in scarlet clothes thought about the sects that had recently surrendered, and said .

"You are serious and decisive in your actions. You have pacified all the large and small sects in Jiangnan in a few months. You are worthy of being the daughter of the Blood Demon. A Jing." The young man in white smiled slightly, but he was a little sickly. However, Qi Qi's face was serious. He paused and said slowly, "But - you missed one person..."

"Is the poster referring to Jiang Chuge?" A Jing He also looked solemn and asked.

The young man in white nodded: "The so-called No. 1 Sword in Jiangnan may not really deserve the name, but the title of 'Qin and Sword Double' must not be underestimated - his hand returns Feng Liuxue, It should be much higher than his qin attainments that have captivated the whole Jiangnan.

He put his hands behind his hands and looked at the sky, looking at the watery moonlight and the flowing frost all over the sky. He suddenly coughed and sighed slightly: "If such a talent can be used by me, it's fine. If not, he must be eliminated!" "

As soon as the murderous words fell, a gust of night wind blew, and the bamboo forest rustled softly.

"Zheng, Zheng" several soft piano sounds suddenly came from the stream There was a clear and sweet sound coming from the bamboo forest. The two people who were stepping on the broken stone steps in front of the pavilion turned around in surprise.

They saw the cold moon hanging on the top of the forest, the night wind blowing secretly, and the shadows of the bamboos crossing. There was no trace of a human figure anywhere, and there was only floating frost in the air.

However, the two exchanged glances, and their fingers slowly clasped together.

Qin Yinfang. After falling, a clear whistle suddenly came from the bamboo forest, like the chirping of cranes in a cold pond, resounding throughout the nine days.

"Good work. "The young master in white clothes raised his hand, as if brushing his hair that had been blown away by the night wind on his temples, "Inviting the bright moon to shine, and playing the harp in the dark bamboo and roaring loudly, Mr. Jiang is indeed elegant. "

His voice was cold and indifferent. When he finished speaking, he put down his hand. Suddenly, the clump of bamboos seemed to be cut off by invisible sharp blades. They fell sideways along the way, revealing A young man in green clothes came sitting in the forest.

Tall, thin, with thin hair and straight eyebrows. It was as straight as a sword.

However, the man who was as sharp as a sword had a mottled guqin lying on his knees, and the ice strings flowed softly in the moonlight.

The man in green slowly raised his head and looked at the man and woman standing side by side in front of the pavilion. His eyes were as cold as ice and snow, and he suddenly said: "According to rumors in the world, Lord Tingxue. Xiao Yiqing's martial arts skills are unfathomable, but he is the best in the world - right? "

After a few "Zheng, Zheng" sounds, he plucked the strings again. In an instant, a hidden grid popped up under the piano body, and a dagger with a pale green scabbard was in sight! Lightning! Like this, he drew out his dagger, stood up, and swooped over - "Jiangnan Qingyi Jiang Chuge, ask the master of Tingxue Tower for advice! "

When the sword came out, there was a cold glow. The sword's power seemed to drive the surrounding airflow, causing the frost in the sky to change its falling direction.

The sword was sharp and graceful. , Just like the drifting snow blowing back into the wind.

“Good swordsmanship. "The voice that blurted out in a low voice was the voice of the young man in white.

"Ding", in an instant, the two swords struck each other, and brilliant sparks burst out. The sharp sword energy echoed in the air.

With the force of the blow, the figures of both parties floated out in opposite directions, and stood still one foot away. The owner of Tingxue House in white still did not move, standing on the stone steps of the pavilion. . The one with a flat chest was the woman in scarlet clothes. There was a sharp murderous look in the eyes behind the veil, and the sword in her hand was actually a scarlet color, with a clear light.

Jiang Chuge was startled. , suddenly smiled slightly: "Are you Miss Jing from Tingxue Tower? As expected, peerless and independent...pleased to meet you.

The Fei Yi was slightly raised in the night wind. A Jing did not nod and said calmly: "If you want to ask the poster for advice, first ask about the Xuewei in my hand." "

"Okay! "Jiang Chuge in Qingyi roared again, and the sword in his hand turned into Changhong Jingtian, "The ancient fish intestine sword in my box has not met such an opponent for a long time! "The jade crown on his hair has been shattered by the sword energy just now, and his long hair is hanging down, like black tassels in the night wind. Behind the hair, his eyes are cold and clear, and there is a soft smile in the depths. After all, he is worthy of the title of "Testing the world with swords and picking beauties with qin".

With a guqin on his back and an ancient fish-intestine sword in his hand, the man in green came riding the wind.

“The sword is brave and the piano is heart-warming. "Indifferently, Tingxue Louzhu, who was watching the battle on the side, looked at Jiang Chuge and suddenly uttered a low comment.

——Such a windy man... He has left so many charming characters in the world. Legend. He has also heard that Jiang Chuge travels freely in the world and has caused many affairs.

——Sword, is it his courage?

< p>——So romantic, is Qin his heart?

The figures of the two people fighting under the moon were no longer distinguishable, only the crimson and cyan lights were flowing alternately in the moonlight. Although the exchange was urgent, there was no sound of swords clashing.

Only the sword energy was flying in the air within a radius of three feet, and even the frost floated in. It's invisible!

Xiao Yiqing's face gradually became serious - it had already passed a hundred moves.

Although A Jing did not use the Four Dragon Styles, this Jiang Chuge. He was able to withstand a hundred moves from her without showing any signs of defeat. This kind of martial arts already made even the owner of Tingxue Tower tremble with fear.

If such a talent... is not used, then...!