Secret arrows are hard to defend

The sky was clear and the moon was bright, a delicate white boat was floating on the water, and the night wind stirred the white gauze buildings hanging down all around, showing a strange atmosphere in the dense night.Lu Xuandu and Song Wuan sat in the boat, relatively silent.

Song Wu'an sent a letter to Jiang Fan telling him not to worry, and he planned to go back to Wuwu Mountain directly.The two had already fought twice, each had a new injury, and there was no winner.However, Song Wuan knew that there was obviously water in this record, and he still hadn't figured out Lu Xuandu's strength.After these fights, if it wasn't for Lu Xuan's intention to make himself unable to win against him, it can be seen that his martial arts are probably much higher than his own.It's just that he doesn't understand, why does this guy have to be a liar with such good martial arts?

Lu Xuandu boiled the medicine for himself, which caused a strong smell of medicine in the boat. He removed the bandage and changed the medicine for his wound like no one else was there.Song Wu'an took the opportunity to take a look. His improved dark coin was so powerful that it directly penetrated Lu Xuandu's waist, leaving a hole of an inch, which looked quite ferocious.The weather has been hot recently. Although his wound has not become inflamed or worsened, it has not healed well.

Lu Xuandu leisurely changed the medicine for the wound on his waist, grinned at the mirror, and reluctantly poured the medicine powder on his back.He looked at Song Wuan who was sitting upright behind him from the mirror, curled his lips and complained: "Wuan, you are so hard-hearted. Seeing how reluctant I am, you don't even say to come and help me. Anyway, this injury is also for I saved you."

Song Wuan looked at the man's aggrieved expression in the mirror, and said indifferently: "That depends on whether you dare to leave your back to me."

Seeing that Lu Xuan was not talking, Song Wuan laughed sarcastically.Lu Xuandu sighed: "In the past, I would have dared, but now, the moon is dark and the wind is high, and I am lonely and widowed. If Wu An gives me medicine, if I have a spring heart and a beast, wouldn't it be bad? ?” He drank the decocted medicine in one gulp, and frowned: “Tsk—this medicine is really bitter.”

"What's your purpose?" Song Wu'an put the sword case flat on his lap, as if he would take his dog's head with his sword if he dared to say another word of disrespect.

Lu Xuan laughed a little: "In addition to hidden weapons and tricks, Wu An is also proficient in swordsmanship?"

Song Wuan glanced at him vigilantly: "What does it have to do with you?"

"I just want to know Wuan better."

Lu Xuandu's clothes were not closed, and a pair of water-colored peach blossom eyes looked at him without blinking. The tails of his eyes were slightly red, and his eyes seemed a little blurred under the candlelight. He was indeed a beautiful beauty.But when he thought about how much this beauty would lie and deceive, and how much trouble he had caused, Song Wuan had no intention of admiring his good looks at all.

"I don't see how it's going to do you any good."

"I'm very curious. You see, it's hard to live up to your reputation now. I want to know what you will do." Lu Xuan rubbed the cold iron fan bones: "Also, I remember that I said, I made it with my own hands. It's a lot of fun to be a master."

"But it still has nothing to do with me."

Lu Xuandu looked at him with a smile: "After you become the veritable No. [-] hidden weapon, I will use your hand to do something."

Song Wu'an's eyes turned cold: "Why are you so sure that I will help you?"

"I have my bargaining chip." Lu Xuandu slowly shook his fan: "You will naturally know when the time comes."

"What if I still can't become the number one hidden weapon?"

There was a trace of pity in Lu Xuandu's expression: "It's hard to be famous. If it becomes a treasure, it's a treasure. If it's broken, it's a waste. Who cares about waste?"

Song Wuan got up resolutely: "I won't follow the path you arranged."

"You will." A piece of flower paper suddenly appeared between Lu Xuandu's fingers, and he raised his hand and flicked the light flower paper into the arch of the cabin: "The ninth hidden weapon" It's not a flower, the fog is not a fog', the third day of next month, Jinting Mountain."

"I'm not going."

"You will go, and you must win." Lu Xuan smiled: "Otherwise, in order to maintain Tianzhou Wumengsheng's reputation, I will have to reveal your identity. At that time, not only you, but the entire Baimen will be challenged." .Whether you should fight or not, when, and who you will fight with is beyond your control.”

"Could it be that I can control it now?" Song Wuan turned around and stared at him coldly.Lu Xuan said calmly: "At least you are still valuable in my eyes now. You can deal with the hidden weapon number nine. If you defeat him, you will be able to temporarily gain a foothold on this list."

"But after defeating the ninth hidden weapon, there are still seven in front. Not to mention the wishful knife of 'Eight Arms and Heart Sui', it was originally in the top five. In a short time, I am no match at all."

Lu Xuandu smiled slightly: "The next weapon spectrum is three years later, what I want to do is to make you the veritable No. If I feel that the time is up, I will naturally arrange for you to fight."

"What if I'm invincible?"

Lu Xuandu smiled: "I have a way to get rid of myself completely, and waste is not worth caring about, what does Wuan think?"

Song Wuan raised his hand and took off the huanhua paper on the arch: "I will fight." He turned his head, his cold eyes fell on his face: "Three years later, I will take your life."

Lu Xuandu was still relaxed and at ease: "You can give it a try."

Song Wu'an held the battle post and left the cabin without looking back.The moonlight was half full tonight, and the river surface was shimmering, looking extremely gentle. The Tianzhou sailed slowly towards the Fangqing Ferry. Song Wuan flew to the ferry with lightness kung fu without waiting for it to land, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Three years, take his life.

Lu Xuandu lifted the curtain in the cabin and looked at Song Wuan's back disappearing into the night, with an inexplicable smile on his lips.

—He was really, really looking forward to it.

Leaving Fangqing Ferry, Song Wuan, who had borrowed the war card, took a breather temporarily. He bought a horse from the horse market and headed straight to Wuwu Mountain. In less than five days, he arrived at Baiyong Village at the foot of Yinling Mountain, and continued on his way. We are about to enter the mountain, and most of the roads cannot be walked by horses.Song Wu'an prepared enough dry food and went to the depths of Yinling.

The population of the Baimen is small, but there are thousands of volumes of martial arts classics in the Qiankun Pavilion, and there are countless treasures in the Jiguang Pianyu Pavilion.

Wuwu Mountain is hidden in the depths of the inaccessible Yinling Mountains. The terrain is steep and steep, and it is difficult for ordinary people to find it. Around Wuwu Mountain and on the mountain road leading to Baimen, many organs and blinders have been set up according to the Five Elements and Eight Diagrams. Breaking into the mountain gate by mistake, secondly, it can remind the people in the white gate that someone broke in, and thirdly, it can stop the mob from giving the people in the white gate the time to prepare a countermeasure.

Song Wuan ran for a full four hours, and finally saw the majestic and towering Bailu Peak. The peak of Bailu Peak was covered with snow all the year round. People in Baimen had heard the legend about Bailu Peak since childhood.It is said that the person who founded the Baimen sect was a banished immortal who rode an egret to the top of the peak. Unfortunately, the egret died, and the white feathers turned into white snow, and the blood that flowed out turned into clouds all over the sky.Although this is just nonsense, everyone in Baimen still has a good impression of Bailufeng.

Song Wuan went up Wuwu Mountain according to specific steps. There were only a few people living in Baimen. There were only eleven people living in the huge Wuwu Mountain. Moreover, Baimen’s rules had always been to live in sporadic places, and they were not allowed to gather together. This is also to avoid the convenience of dispersing and fleeing when there is a real disaster.

Along the steep mountain road, from bottom to top, the closest to the mountain gate is Yunzai Tianqing Pavilion of senior brother Wei Qingyu. Senior brother likes bamboo, so he lives in the bamboo forest.There is a cliff three miles ahead, where the clouds and water form a waterfall called Feiyun Waterfall, and next to it is the Heiyun Fanmo Studio of Xiaoqiluxing; the attic that can be vaguely seen above the waterfall is The Flying Crane and Flowing Cloud Pavilion of Xiaobajiangfan.On the east tributary where the clouds and water are relatively gentle, there is the Caiyun Yuguangboat of Fang Xisheng, the fourth senior brother, who drifts with the water all year round and is very comfortable.The east tributary of Yunshui merged into a deep pool in the low-lying area, named Guanyun Pool, where master Tao Fengjing’s Wanyun Terrace was located, and he fished in this pool 360 days a year In recent years, fewer and fewer fish are willing to take the bait.

Going up the river, clouds and water flow between Qingyun Mountain and Ziyun Mountain. The luxuriant Baiyun Shenshen Township is located on the mountainside of Qingyun Mountain, and its own mountain is located in Ziyun Mountain. The distance is far away.Further upstream, there is a thatched hut facing the water, which is the water and cloud of Uncle Shense Creek.

From the higher place that can be seen from Qingyun Mountain, the towering tower that leans out from the side is the Qianli Lingyun Pagoda of the third brother Huang Pingyuan. Different clouds give birth to sea buildings.There are two trestle bridges between the front mountain and the back mountain of Wuwu Mountain. The east side is Wanjuan Qiankun Pavilion, and the west side is Jiguang Pianyu Pavilion. In addition, there is a dangerous and dangerous iron chain bridge for walking.

The back mountain is mostly a place for Baimen disciples to practice. The only person who lives in the back mountain is the eleventh senior brother Wei Yuzong. The chains were going up and down, and it was extremely dangerous. Few of them went to his residence.

Song Wuan is an orphan. He has lived here for more than ten years. He is very familiar with every plant and tree on the mountain.He had been raiding Yinling for a whole day, and he couldn't help but relax when he arrived at Wuwu Mountain.

He rang the Guanyun bell at the mountain gate five times to notify everyone that he was back.In the middle of the journey, he would pass Xiaoqi Luxing's Heiyunfan Mozhai, and Song Wuan thought about sending him the Huijian first.He knocked on the door and found that Lu Xing was not there. He thought that he was probably still practicing in the back mountain. Anyway, there was no rush, so it was better to come early tomorrow.Thinking of this, Song Wuan went up the water to Ziyun Mountain, and saw a black figure in the distance.

Seeing Song Wuan, Lu Xing cupped his hands towards him and said, "Fifth Senior Brother, you are back." He still had a straight face, his tone was a little cold, but his eyes were brighter than usual.Song Wuan is well aware of Lu Xing's unsmiling temperament, and doesn't care about his seemingly indifferent performance.

Song Wuan untied the sword box on his back and gave it to him: "I happened to meet, this is for you. The name of the sword is Huijian, try to see if it fits."

Lu Xing took the sword box, still pursed his lips, nodded slightly, and said in a cold tone: "Thank you, brother." Only the bright starlight in his eyes betrayed his true mood.