Zhu Yanyin looked at Pan Shihou with a bad look and couldn't think of a beautiful scene where he and Li Sui were "common for uncle and nephew". It was mainly because Lord Li's temperament was too devilish. When he went to that end, he was in the capital of the six relatives, not like his nephew, or like his father in Tianzhutang.

On the mountain road outside the city, disciples from Wanren Palace were making fire to cook. Jiang Shenglin took out a carrot and walked over to feed Xuewuzhi.

Li Sui was unhappy: "I said why it has gained weight recently? It turns out that you are idle."

Doctor Jiang was shocked. Can you be a person who makes some sense? I have fed him twice in half a month.

Kiss Xue Wuqiu chewed the radish absent-mindedly and missed the bean cake.

Li Sui combed his mane for it and patted his horse's head two more: "You go back to the city."

Jiang Shenglin: "Are you talking to the horse?"

Li Sui's cold glance.

Jiang Shenglin raised his hand and surrendered: "Okay, I'll go back to the city to see the leader of Sect Pan for you."

Li Sui threw the horse brush back into the bucket and turned around and went to the other end.

Jiang Shenglin thought to himself, what kind of dog temper is this?

If a tabloid in Jianghu asks for a high price for the article at this time, what would it be like to have a friend with a very naughty temper? Doctor Jiang may thank you for the invitation and then write it anonymously in 18,000 words.

In the money shop, I prayed to Yanyin to take a comfortable bath and eat, and took a nap for a while. When I woke up, it was still bright outside. I could vaguely hear the buzzer and the sound of cars, horses and people on the street, as if it was very lively. After asking the shopkeeper, I realized that it was Pan Shihou who was placing a flowing table and entertaining the people of the Wulin League. The tables were placed from Tianshu Hall to Caoshu Street. The scene was paved so much that the road was blocked.

Zhu Zhang said: "Doctor Jiang is also in Tianzhu Hall, saying that he will go back to our money shop tomorrow."

"Then I won't need acupuncture tonight." Zhu Yanyin thought for a while and asked again, "Is there any good place to go in Baitou City? When the people in the martial arts world disperse, we will also go out to relax and sleep at home until our bones are soft."

The shopkeeper smiled and said, "Young Master has been in Liucheng, Jiangnan for a long time. This time I came to the northwest, so I naturally have to see some rare things. The most famous scenery of Baitou City is the Tiger Roaring Gorge outside the city. The water flows far away and looks like silver-white brocade. On the way, it suddenly falls vertically, causing huge waves in the canyon to roar like tigers, magnificent and majestic."

Zhu Yanyin was moved by the words: "Can you watch it at night?"

"How can you, why can't you?" said the shopkeeper. "The moonlight is good tonight, and the silver plate falls into the satin, which is more eye-catching than during the day."

Zhu Yanyin made a decision: "Okay, after dark, we will go to Tiger Roaring Gorge!"

On the other side, the banquet on Caoshu Street did not disperse until the sun sets.

Everyone was full of wine and food, and their eyes were filled with cups and plates.

Jiang Shenglin sat at the banquet for an hour. Pan Shihou was only supported by his servants and came over to drink twice, but he didn't mention the matter of seeking medical treatment. It was really weird. After all, such a big miracle doctor is still very valuable, and he has to be snatched back by thousands of people in the world.

After thinking about it, there are only two possibilities. First, I don’t want to live anymore, but Tianzhutang’s family is a big business and Pan Shihou lives a good life. He should not be able to suddenly seek death. Then there is only the second possibility left, and the disease is pretending.

...

Mountain road outside the city.

Pan Shihou stood by the bonfire, and he didn't need anyone to help him leave, but his face was not very good-looking - it had nothing to do with his body, but with the disputes in the world.

Li Sui looked at him and frowned: "Are you pretending to be sick?"

Pan Shihou said embarrassedly: "Yes."

Pan Shihou was so nervous that he swallowed a mouthful of saliva. He was very afraid of this "nephew" and was not much better than the rest of the world. He stood there for a long time before saying again: "If I don't pretend to be sick, I have to go to the Kaneshiro Martial Arts Conference. Then the leader of Wan Alliance will definitely ask me to visit you at Wanren Palace, and you will not see me and lose face."

Li Sui: "..."

The wind is cold at midnight, which makes people's bones cold. If you stay for a long time, you may get cold disease.

Li Sui shook his head in his heart: "You go back."

"I'm here to say something important." Pan Shihou hurriedly said, "There is something strange about Shangru Villa."

Li Sui asked: "What's weird?"

Pan Shihou lowered his voice: "They seem to have contact with the Burning Hall."

Li Sui's salute.

Shangru Villa is located in Dujuan City, and is located in the south. It is more like a landlord and gentry than a sect in the world. It has donated many academies over the years, which really deserves the name of "Shangru". The head of the sect in Du Yafeng always acts like a peerless charity, wearing a white robe and giving porridge and money everywhere. It feels like the next moment that you will ascend to the spot because of the blessing of doing good deeds and accumulating virtue. Such a sect has contact with the Demon Sect?

Pan Shihou said: "Although I haven't gone to Jincheng to attend the martial arts conference, I've been investigating the affairs of the Demon Sect. Shangru Villa is located in the academy at the foot of Fengming Mountain. It is very likely that it is the contact point of the Burning Cult. If you don't believe it, just send someone to investigate."

Li Sui nodded: "Okay."

"Then you go back and stay with me for two days? I heard from the leader of Alliance Wan that they will stay in Baitou City for three days." Pan Shihou's eyes and tone were both nervous, "Your aunt misses you too, and she packed up the guest room a few days ago."

Li Sui leaned on the tree: "No need, go back."

"...Okay, okay." Pan Shihouqiang squeezed out an ugly smile, "Then I'll leave."

He wrapped his outer robe tightly, looking even thinner, with two white hair hanging on his temples, and looked a little embarrassed. Before leaving, he reminded him: "The Demon Cult has always been tricky, so you must be careful."

Li Sui lowered his eyes and casually fiddled with the fire. After a long time, he raised his eyes and Pan Shihou's figure had disappeared into the night mountain road.

The shadow guard next to him said carefully: "Party Lord, Sect Pan seems to be in a bad state. He staggered just now. The wind in the mountains is strong and cold. Why wouldn't the subordinates protect him and return to the city?"

Li Sui took the Xiangjun sword beside him and whistled briefly.

The black horse galloped from the hillside, and the hard four hooves stepped across the bonfire, splashing the remaining lights of stars.

He was still wrapped in his mouth with a handful of fresh tender grass he had just chewed off.

Not delicious.

...

Hu Xiaoxiaoxia is still a distance from Baitou City, but Zhu Yanyin slept much during the day and was not sleepy at this time. He took more than a dozen people out of the city, enjoying the stars and smelling the fragrance of flowers, and regaining some of the styles of night trips in Jiangnan.

But not long after, it was no longer like Jiangnan. The huge "rumbling" roar came faintly from the distance, like a beast about to take off the gate. Going closer, even speaking by roaring.

Zhu Xiaosui sat in the carriage and thought with fear, what kind of terrible scenery is this? A few years ago, a black-hearted businessman in Liucheng built a Shura ghost town that cheated money, fooling the people to go to the underworld for a day, but he didn't scream like that.

Zhu Yanyin was also very quarreled, thinking that it would be better to go back. The flower field just now would be very good, and you might not have to come here to listen to the roar of huge waves.

He lifted the curtain of the car and was about to let Uncle Zhong turn back, but was shocked by the scene in front of him.

That night, the moon was bright, shining on the snow-white waves and flowing out of the clouds, like a thousand feet of ice silk hanging on the stone wall, and then pouring down into the deep pool, splashing waterfalls like pouring rain. It was said to be a tiger's roar, but in fact it was more like thunder in the valleys, wrapped in the jade dragon down the mountain and exploded in his ears, and the air was also wafting.

"This..." Zhu Yanyin jumped out of the carriage and looked at the Cangfeng Waterfall in front of him, shocked.

The bank manager smiled proudly and said, "I knew that the young master would like this place. If you climb Baihong Peak to watch the Tiger Roaring Skies, it would be another scene, and your vision would be broader."

"Okay." Zhu Yanyin became interested, "Then let's climb to a high place and take a look."

Not far away, Pan Shihou and his group were riding in this direction.

The road to Baihong Peak is actually not rugged, but the higher and higher it is, it is a little difficult for Zhu Yanyin to walk. He was just planning to find a servant to help him, but suddenly he was held up by someone in the waist. His feet suddenly hung in the air, his body off the ground, and he flew like a cloud flying like a fog!

Flying without any precaution!

This kind of experience is actually not bad. After all, no one loves anyone, let alone Mr. Zhu who has a dream of a hero - the premise is that if the mouth is not covered by someone.

Zhu Yanyin's mouth and nose were covered, and her mind was "bombed" and her first reaction was that I was kidnapped!

Then before he could struggle to resist, he was pressed into the grass: "Young master, don't speak out, there are people on the mountain opposite."

Zhu Yanyin then saw clearly that the person who was taking him to fly was the servant of the Zhu family. He immediately breathed a sigh of relief, but was also surprised: "You know how to do kung fu?"

The servant said: "The second young master went out and the master was very worried, so he naturally sent a few more people to protect him along the way."

Zhu Yanyin: "Then why didn't you say it earlier?"

The servant answered truthfully, the eldest young master refused to say that, for fear that the second young master would become addicted, so he would not sit in the sedan chair and clamored to fly on the grass every day.

Zhu Yanyin: “…”

The rest of the people were also protected by servants in the grass, and they were so nervous that they didn't know how to see a waterfall. Zhu Yanyin searched on the opposite mountain for a long time, but he didn't find anyone there, so he asked, "Did you read it wrong?"

"No." Mr. Doctor, "and another group of people came on the mountain road."

The sound of horse hooves is getting closer and closer.

Zhu Yanyin held his breath unconsciously.

The visitor is Pan Shihou.

He was going home, and this was the only way to get into the city.

Zhu Yanyin also saw his appearance clearly and whispered: "It's a person from Tianzhutang. We have seen it during the day, why should we hide from him?"

The servant pressed his head lowered again: "The guy who was hiding from the group of swordsmen on the opposite mountain, they seemed to be trying to attack Master Pan."

Zhu Yan Yin felt nervous: "It's true or false."

As he was speaking, a sharp whistle sounded from the night sky!

The killer in black flew down from the hillside like an eagle and harrier, surrounded Pan Shihou and his group in the middle. Without saying a word, he drew his sword and slashed, and his moves were all dead.

This was the first time Zhu Yanyin saw this real revenge in the world, so nervous that he didn't blink. He was leaning towards Pan Shihou, because the other party boasted everywhere about "uncle and nephew" and was not dead, which shows that he was not a bad person. But the killers were very skilled. After a few hits, Pan Shihou had already stumbled on the ground and could only raise his sword to block the knife.

Zhu Yanyin asked: "Can you beat those killers?"

The servant replied: "The other party's kung fu path is strange. We can only take hundreds of tricks to get it."

Zhu Yanyin said: "Then go and help Pan--"

Before the "pan" was over, a scream came from below.

Zhu Yanyin turned his head quickly and thought that Pan Shihou was dead.

The red mist sprayed several feet high.

A few black things were flying in the air. Zhu Yanyin carefully identified them before he realized that the thing seemed to be his head.

The head that grew on the killer's neck last moment.

Li Sui was sitting on the black horse with a cold expression. He held the sword in one hand, and the bright red blood dripped through the blade, and a dark tiny stream appeared on the ground.

With just one move, more than ten people on the other side were killed.

Zhu Yanyin's face turned pale and his stomach was slight.
Chapter completed!