Bai Yutang followed the sound of the Tianshan School's helping flute. The more he walked, the more he felt something was wrong.

Although it was already dark at this time, most places in Chuzhou Prefecture were still quite lively at night. However, this street was still brightly lit at this time yesterday, but now it is extremely quiet.

No one doesn't say anything, there is no roar of insects.

The sound of the flute was still coming, just in front of this empty street.

Bai Yutang walked along the sound of the flute... Finally, he stood at the intersection of this street and another street.

Bai Yutang stood still, and at this time... the sound of the flute stopped.

Bai Yutang stood there without moving, turned his face and looked at a small straw shed next to him.

This straw shed should have been tied up for passers-by, and there were many straw piles inside. At this time, there was a straw mat on the straw pile, and there should be someone under the straw mat, and you can see the hands and corners of your clothes exposed outside the straw mat.

I don’t know if it was a coincidence, but the kind of hands exposed outside had a red knot on their wrists. Bai Yutang never paid attention to this detail, but sometimes, he didn’t know how to remember some things. Perhaps this was also a kind of fate.

Before, he was in the reed marsh, and the little apprentice of Tianshan Sect who was blushed after being patted by the Tianzun and said that he had grown so big. When he bowed to him, Bai Yutang noticed the red knot on his wrist. A big man probably wouldn't wear this one by himself. He would wear such things to him, either two kinds of people, or children or women... The little apprentice was at most twenty years old and should have no children, so it was given to him by his lover.

Bai Yutang looked at the straw mat intently. The person under the straw mat had no breath, in other words, he was dead.

"Tsk..."

At this time, a slightly regretful voice came from the roof behind Bai Yutang, "Are you not too defensive? You actually turned your back to the enemy, or did you not notice me at all?"

Bai Yutang did not look back, as if he hadn't heard the man speak at all, neither surprised nor confused, there was no expression on his face, and his eyes were still focused on the straw mat.

The sound on the roof rang again, "Is the legendary first sword in Central Plains a deaf man? That demon clearly said that your kung fu is about the same as mine."

At this time, Bai Yutang finally moved. He walked towards the straw shed, still as if he had not heard the voices of the people behind him at all.

Walking under the straw shed, Bai Yutang stretched out his hand and gently lifted the straw mat. Under the straw mat, there was indeed the little disciple of the Tianshan Sect. His eyes were open, and there was no expression of horror in his eyes. There was a knife on his neck, and there was a deep wound, but there was very little blood...

"It's so pitiful that I died at such a young age." The voice behind me came again, "But I'm going to do it very quickly. He must have felt no pain at all... Are you delaying time? That person clearly said you were ruthless, which made me excited for a long time."

Bai Yutang stretched out his hand, gently closed the little apprentice's eyes, and stood up.

"Tsk tsk." The person on the roof shook his head and sighed, "So gentle? Don't you say you are Shura? Am I cheated?"

Bai Yutang stood up, walked out of the straw shed, and finally glanced at the roof opposite.

The person on the roof opposite was wearing a red cloth robe, and Bai Yutang frowned slightly... There were only two men he knew in red, Lin Yehuo and Zhan Zhao. Lin Yehuo were all red and beautiful, and his robe was all kinds of good materials, always swaying lightly in the wind. Zhan Zhao's red clothes were the most ordinary red cloth robe, ordinary cotton, soft and straight.

Zhan Zhao's red robe is very similar to his official robe. Bai Yutang used to think that the official robes of the Song Dynasty were too ugly! The silk was vulgar and the cloth was so cold. But, such an ugly red robe looked extremely beautiful when worn by Zhan Zhao. Zhan Zhao's appearance and temperament suppressed the red robe well. This unique temperament of spiritual energy in ordinary almost reshapes the aesthetic of the fifth master, turning the red that was originally the most disliked to be a super pleasing color, but at the same time, he was also unable to stand others wearing red cotton robes.

The man on the roof opposite was also wearing a red cloth robe. Although the style was different from Zhan Zhao's, the material felt very similar.

The man looked very young, but in fact he should be very young, at most twenty-five or six years old, tall and tall, neither good nor bad, with a little big or small eye. If you look closely, there is a long scar on the eyelid of the left eye. This is probably the reason for the eyelids of the big or small eye, but it does not look ugly. The man also smiles on his face and speaks slowly... He is the same person wearing red clothes, and always smiles at the corners of his mouth, and speaks softly, but Zhan Zhao is just right, and this person feels very artificial.

Bai Yutang withdrew his gaze and asked, "Are you in the same group with those masked men?"

"That's right...but they are low-killers on the fifth floor, and I am a master on the second floor." The man smiled and patted his chest to introduce himself, "My name is Mo Qi, and he is the son of Lord Mo."

Bai Yutang didn't say anything, and his eyes noticed the flute used by the Tianshan School to connect with Mo Qi.

The man also noticed Bai Yutang's gaze, so he simply jumped to the ground and landed opposite Bai Yutang... and met nearby. The man smiled, "Oh! It really has a master's face! But my personality is quite disappointing."

After saying that, he inserted the flute behind him, raised his hand and flew out a long knife from his sleeve, "Do you want to avenge your friend?"

While saying that, he glanced at the dead Tianshan Sect's little apprentice.

"He is not my friend." Bai Yutang answered lightly.

Mo Qi was stunned, "Oh? Then you remember him for a long time."

Bai Yutang looked down at the knife in his hand, "I just felt sorry."

"What a pity?" Mo Qi tilted his head in confusion, then seemed to understand, "Oh... did you say you died at such a young age?"

"It doesn't matter whether you are young or not when you die." Bai Yutang stretched out his hand, pulled out the Yunzhong Knife, held it in his left hand, threw the scabbard into the straw shed, and next to the wrist of the corpse with a red rope, raised his eyes, looked at the tip of the knife in his hand, and said to himself, "It's a pity that there are still people who can't let go when you die."

Mo Qi narrowed his eyes slightly, and smiled so that the corners of his mouth curled up. "Often the person who uses a knife is the most particular thing to do when he uses a knife, but you pull the knife out early! I understand, you want to use a shortcut, right?"

Bai Yutang glanced at him and said nothing.

"This kind of knife technique is very difficult to learn." Mo Qi smiled happily, "Is it rhythmic to use a knife? Usually, it is used to exert force, lift, chop or swing... at least three steps, but if you lack step slash, you can omit both the force and the lifting movements, and the speed will be accelerated. The force does not pass through internal force, but also through speed. Only masters among experts can practice such knife technique."

As he said that, Mo Qi also pulled out the knife, in a similar position to Bai Yutang, "But I will do it too... Am I very smart?"

Bai Yutang looked at his knife-holding posture and roughly knew his type...

"No need to guess." Mo Qi smiled, "I am the same as you, I am fighting with my brain. I can guess what moves you will do next! We have similar internal strengths. You don't know me, and I don't know what kung fu I usually use, but I know what kung fu you will use. Someone told me, so... do you think you have no chance of winning? I think I can kill you within a hundred moves."

Bai Yutang didn't say anything, kept lowering his head slightly, looking at the ground with his eyes, and there was no expression on his face. He swung the knife in his hand sideways, held the knife, and slowly walked towards Mo Qi.

Mo Qi was surprised, "Is it okay to walk so slowly?"

Bai Yutang walked slowly, his eyes cooling down bit by bit.

Mo Qi smiled faintly, "What a murderous intent, aren't you going to capture me alive?"

"The family master is destined." Bai Yutang gently held the hilt of the knife with his right hand, and the blade turned forward. The cold light carried a solemn aura under the moonlight. "Those who kill the disciples of the Tianshan Sect will be killed without mercy."

...

On the other side, the Chen brothers in the military camp were originally looking at the sand table map in the study and analyzing the situation around the sea area, and suddenly a strange wind came.

The two were stunned. Chen Bang pulled out the knife, but it was too late... He saw a cold light flashing in front of him.

In a critical moment, Chen Feng knocked away his brother, "Be careful!"

...

After all, the two brothers also have a good foundation for kung fu. This time, they saved Chen Bang's life, but a bloody mouth appeared on Chen Feng's shoulder, and blood light burst out.

The two fell behind the desk. When they looked up, they saw that there was a man squatting on the table at some point, stepping on the pile of sand representing the city tower of Chuzhou Prefecture, and the flag was trampled.

The man was wearing a white cloak, his hair was dyed or something, and there was a light blue light, which looked very strange. He looked not ugly, his skin was yellow, his nose was deep, and his eyes were not like a person from the Central Plains, with murderous eyes.

He held a silver sword three-foot long and thin as a cicada wing in his hand. Seeing that the two of them dodged their swords, he sneered, "It's not bad..."

Chen Feng and Chen Bang also stood up at this time, frowned. This person spoke strangely and had a very heavy accent. He should not be a Han person.

Chen Bang realized that this person had a very high skill and should not be able to beat him, so he blocked Chen Feng behind him and said, "You go first."

How could Chen Feng agree? Brothers naturally have a good relationship, let alone twins.

The man in white smiled, "Although he is a lackey in the Zhao family, his brothers' relationship is commendable, I will start faster..."

But before he finished speaking, he heard a "whoosh" sound of wind and subconsciously raised his face back.

Just as he raised his face, an ancient black sword wiped through the tip of his chin. The man in white had to avoid the sword, so he had to flip the whole thing down from the table.

He landed under the table and took two steps back, looked up... and saw a man in red appear on the table.

The Chen brothers were happy, "Mr. Zhan!"

Zhan Zhao bent his knees slightly, his toes were slightly edged by the table, his right hand was holding the Juque sword that was unsheathed horizontally, and his left hand was scabbard... This was his just falling action. Before he could even get his long raised hair to fall completely, Zhan Zhao had already used the force to flash...

The man in white reacted quickly, leaned back several times, avoided the swords that Qi Zhao swept over, and flew out of the window with a dodge... Zhan Zhao chased out of the window.

At this time, all the soldiers nearby ran over and shouted, "There is an assassin."

The man in white fell to the ground and raised a wave of sand and dust... but he didn't have time to stand still, because as soon as he landed on the ground, Zhan Zhao's sword arrived. I don't know if Zhan Zhao did it on purpose. Every sword swept his chin... To avoid it, he had to look up, and the person could control his face, but his hair and clothes could not be controlled, and would float forward.

So... a lot of white cloth and broken hair fell on the ground.

Finally, the man in white jumped out of the circle and left the barracks and arrived in an uninhabited neighborhood. He raised his hand and blocked it, "Slow down!"

Zhan Zhao fell about ten steps in front of him, looked up at the surroundings... The surroundings were extremely quiet.

Zhan Zhao narrowed his eyes, "When you came in, you shook the people nearby with your internal force?"

The man smiled, "So they don't come out and get in the way."

Zhan Zhao had no smile on his face and asked, "Are you a pig? You don't know that this kind of internal force will hurt people? The elderly and children will die! Are you so stupid and have the face to wear white clothes?!"

The man in white was stunned for a few words and asked uncertainly, "Are you sure you are Zhan Zhao? That person told me that Zhan Zhao is gentle..."

"He lied to you, you were betrayed." Zhan Zhao replied. At this time, the clouds in the sky that originally covered the moon spread a little. Zhan Zhao also saw it clearly. He became even more angry when he saw it. He pointed at him with the Juque sword sheath, "You still have a face and wear white clothes, hurry up and take it off!"

...

The man in white frowned and looked at Zhan Zhao. The young man in front of him had a particularly well-behaved and flattering face, but his temper was really not as good as the legendary one. What does it mean to "I am so stupid and I am not allowed to wear white, and I am not allowed to wear white"... Do the people in the Central Plains stipulate that those who wear white must be handsome and smart?

Zhan Zhao glanced at the sword in his hand again, raised his eyebrows slightly, and asked, "You and Wu Su and the others are also under Lord Mo's subordinates?"

The man in white smiled, "I am not on the same level as Wusu..."

"I can see it." Zhan Zhao nodded, "You obviously hate it."

The man in white twitched the corners of his mouth. He was not very good at Chinese. Zhan Zhao felt awkward when he saw him wearing white clothes. In addition, he almost succeeded in sneak attacking the Chen brothers. The most important thing was to hurt innocent people, which was simply unforgivable. Zhan Zhao was extremely unhappy at this moment. He had already turned to the pure black cat mode, and he died of black, and his mouth was the one with his mouth.

"I am the second floor, they are just the fifth floor." The man in white smiled, "My name is Mo Yu, the son of Lord Mo."

Zhan Zhao nodded, "Your father definitely doesn't love you, otherwise who named his child Cuttlefish? Why not just call him Cuttlefish?"

Mo Yu felt inexplicably and pointed at Zhan Zhao and asked, "Why do you speak so badly? You clearly say you are loved by everyone..."

Zhan Zhao nodded very much, "So you are not human. Are you squid?"

Mo Yu could only roll his eyes...

Unexpectedly, Zhan Zhao's teeth were all grinding, "Don't roll your eyes when wearing white clothes, you're sick!"
To be continued...