C15

At this time, the sky was very dark, and only the light of the fire could be seen moving back and forth through the forest. At this time, the sky was very dark, and only the light of the fire could be seen moving back and forth through the forest. It was getting closer and closer.

Xu Ming sat at the table and focused on reading a book. One of his hands was constantly stroking his beard. The brazier underneath his feet was burning brightly. In the darkness of the night, the night wind in the mountain occasionally rustled the windows, and his beard swayed slightly. His arm trembled, as if he was aware of what was about to happen, and then he continued to read, and his arm shook again for a moment, so he put down his book and went to the door and opened it, and a gust of cold wind blew his hair back into the room. A disturbance could be heard from the forest. Based on his agility, he had a bad feeling about this. It was like a cold wind was blowing against him. At this moment, Yan Wenqing walked over to Liu Ming's side.

"Master, I have a bad feeling that something is about to happen." Yan Wenqing said with a doubtful tone.

"That's right, I have the same feeling." The old man lightly stroked his beard as he stared at the endless darkness outside. He seemed to be able to see through the darkness as if it was filled with wild beasts.

The old man was listening to the night closely, his eyes seemed to be thinking about the night, "Not good, there's someone."

At that moment, a large group of people with torches in the shape of a figure surrounded the previously quiet house. The old granny hurriedly ran out from the house next door, "What, what's the matter?" So many people in such a short time. " There was a trace of panic on her compassionate face.

"Grandma, don't panic. It might be someone lost in the mountains." Yan Wenqing consoled his grandmother. At this moment, he didn't know what had happened or why so many people had come.

"Forgive this old man for being so reckless. May I know which heroic hero he is, to be able to visit this small overhang tonight?" Winning and winning asked the uninvited guest in the dark.

After a long while, someone replied, "Sorry to bother you, Old Ancestor. We are friends from the four seas of the martial arts world, and we have come here because of the name of 'Butterfly's Deity'. It is the honor of the entire martial arts world for Old Man Feng Mingzi to learn this godly technique, and all martial artists in the martial arts world are looking forward to seeing it. If we miss it, it would be a great regret." Today, we, your friends, have all come from all over the Four Seas to study here. I hope that old senior Lin can grant our wishes, and we will be extremely grateful. " This voice came from the head of the Hongtong Sect, Liu Feng.

A gust of cold wind blew again, rushing into the room and lifting up the hair of the three people standing by the door. The man had one hand behind his back, while the other hand was clasped on his chest. Yan Wenqing, who had never stepped into the martial arts world, was a bit flustered by this scene. Where did these people come from and why did they want to read the unknown "Butterfly's Dagger"? Their words made him feel very strange. His eyes shifted between his master and the uninvited guest in the dark who could not recognize his appearance. The victory and victory of An Ruo gave Yan Wenqing great courage. He supported the old granny with his hands, and a look of panic appeared on the thin old lady's face.

After a long while, he replied, "Haha, this chivalrous hero must be joking. This < Deal of the Butterfly > is indeed a masterpiece by our benefactor, but all the chivalrous warriors know that this masterpiece has once disturbed the martial arts world. It is only because my senior was wrong when he was practicing the law and destroyed this masterpiece, so as not to ruin this peaceful world." Then, he paused for a moment before continuing, "I'm afraid I have to trouble everyone to come visit for nothing."

At this moment, a person approached with a torch in his hand. It was He Lin Tong. "Old Senior Lin, this is the current head of the Hong Tong Sect." "I've heard a lot about you, senior. I've brought my disciples here to visit you, so why don't you ask them to use the divine art in order to satisfy the thirst of our juniors?"

Yan Wenqing opened his grandmother's arms and stepped forward, then said to He Lin, "My master has already said that 'The Falling Butterfly' was already destroyed by my master. This is a wise move, why must you be so stubborn?" At this moment, it seemed as if Yan Wenqing had instantly grown up when he said this. His eyes showed a hint of certainty. Although the people below were strangers that he had never met before, his master's calmness gave him great courage. This scene was both unfamiliar and familiar. It was not difficult to recall in his mind. A team of government officials had looted the poor home and killed his father. As a result, the entire house had been broken and the family had left on their own. A group of overbearing robbers robbed the village, and wanted to take up the flower age of Lan'er. These uninvited guests had come to visit again. He had a lot of confidence in his heart, and now, he could loudly clatter it out.

"Haha, could it be that senior Lin is so rejecting people outside? We sincerely wish to pay you a visit." Li Yu also stood up and spoke, but his tone was very aggressive and rough.

"This hero's words are wrong. I'm already in my sixties, how can I hide anything from you?" Guan Ying said with a gentle look on his face. In his words, he didn't seem to be sarcastic at all when faced with such a rude and unreasonable person.

"What old senior Zhuo said is extremely true. The 'A Butterfly's Dew' is a godly creation, how can it be easily shown off to others?" Liu Si Niang waved her fan as she walked out of the crowd. Even the light from the fire could not hide her enchanting charm.

"It's fine if you don't believe me, but it's hard to tell a hundred times from a single word. Today, you all have ruined your painstaking efforts." Xu Jiu knew that these people had steeled their hearts to believe that the secret manual was still in the world, so there was no need for him to explain himself if he wanted to see it. He turned to Yan Wenqing and said: "Qing`er, help the old mistress rest inside. It's getting late." As she turned to enter the room, there was a commotion below, but no one came forward to argue or block her. Liu Feng stood there with a smile on her face, her red gown fluttering in the night wind, the fan in her hand lightly tapping against her back, but she did not say anything.

Li Yu, who was standing behind Liu Feng, couldn't stand to watch any of this. "Rules." The moment he said the word 'rule', Liu Feng turned around to look at him. He hurriedly stopped the words that he spat out.

"Old man, don't refuse a toast and drink a forfeit. We have come here tonight for the sake of the 'Harmony of the Butterfly'. If you don't show us your skills, we will not leave. Now, even if you don't want to take it, you have to take it. Ksitigarbha Wang Ying emerged from the crowd and walked over to Liu Feng as he shouted at Ye Chong.