The best fake eunuch.

“West Lake is a great place,”

A spotless young man is sipping a cup of clear tea, his manner is elegant, aloof from other things, he doesn't seem to exist in the world at all, he has nothing in common with the noisy environment around him, but he can't find the slightest bit of discomfort.

"Since you like it, son, you can come more in the future."

The person sitting did not answer, and turned to continue to look at the beautiful scenery outside the window, "Such a beautiful scenery, if it is stained with blood, wouldn't it be a great sin."

The table of Fang Fang Yi and Murong Zhan was full of wine jars, knowing that Fang Fang Yi was unhappy, Murong Zhan didn't try to persuade them, they just kept drinking.Finally, House Yi lay down on the table and fell asleep.

The rivers and lakes are sinister, people's hearts are not old, and the house is easy to be careful everywhere. You shouldn't be drunk.But this time Murong Zhan is here, he doesn't need to worry about anything, this is a friend.No matter who comes here today, as long as Murong Zhan stands, no one can hurt the house easily.

Murong Bingyue has been sitting quietly, looking at Fang Fangyi from time to time, he has a lot of information about Fang Fangyi, in her eyes, Fang Fangyi is synonymous with cold-blooded, but she did not expect to see another Fang Fangyi one side.

"Brother, don't you ask him what happened?"

Murong Bingyue looked at Murong Zhan with interest, at this time Murong Zhan was almost drunk, his face was flushed, his mouth was full of alcohol, but he was not drunk yet.

Murong Zhan got himself a bowl of wine, pointed to the bowl, "There is no need to talk about a man's feelings, it's all in this wine." He drained the wine in the bowl, picked up the house and Yi got up and left.

During these three days, the whole of Hangzhou was very quiet, but under the calm surface, there was an undercurrent, a storm was brewing, a storm of blood.

There are only two kinds of people who come to Hangzhou, one is for the treasure map, and the other is for the people behind the treasure map.The local officials in Hangzhou have been trembling these past few days.The people who come here are all from three religions and nine streams, there are all kinds of people, it's nothing more than a fight between the people in the rivers and lakes, he is deeply afraid that these people will cause some big trouble.

Fortunately, the existence of the treasure map has attracted most of the attention. Even those who do evil on weekdays are not in the mood to mess around. Besides, there are some giants in the righteous way who come here. If you are not careful, you may be cast down by others. Exorcism.Even if it falls into the hands of some sanctimonious people, if you fall into the trap, they will have a reason to kill you, and there will be one less competitor.

Three days passed quickly, and the sky was drizzling with drizzle. Jiangnan is like this. It is rainy, but not too much, which makes people feel a little depressed.

The edge of the West Lake was full of people, crowded with people, and they all straightened their necks and stared at the front.Of course, these are second-rate people in the arena, and they can't be brought to the stage. The real masters are hiding behind them.

On the edge of the West Lake, there is a small building with a table, Fang Fangyi, Murong Zhan, and Murong Bingyue are sitting around, talking and laughing happily.

There are some people standing behind Murong Zhan, these are the masters of the Murong family.There are also some people standing behind the house change. These people are simply dressed and look inconspicuous. They are all masters of Dongchang in disguise.

There were 200 people gathered in Dongchang, all of whom were mixed with the crowd below.House Yi had already made arrangements in advance, without his order, these people would never do anything.

"Hey, it's a pity, such a beautiful scenery." Another sigh came from the mouth of the beautiful man.The girl standing next to her pursed her lips, but finally said nothing.

"Amitabha, sin, sin." Jieyuan and Jiechen also stood by the lake, and there were some monks standing beside them, who came from Shaolin.

There will be a fierce battle ahead, and many people know it, but no one is willing to retreat, even if there is a one in ten thousand chance, they will fight it.

While everyone was staring at it, suddenly water bubbles appeared in the middle of the West Lake, and a person jumped out of the water, holding a box in his hand.

Thousands of eyes locked on this person at the same time, like a group of hungry wolves holding a piece of fresh fat, eager to go up and take a bite.

The person who came out of the water was stepping on a wooden plank. This person looked at the group of hungry wolves on the bank tremblingly, trembling all over his body, but he had no choice. Some things are always more important than life.

Everyone's breathing changed, and they looked at each other.They all want to rush up, but they also understand that the person who rushes up now is definitely a fool, and he will definitely become the target of public criticism.

Just when everyone couldn't hold back, when the blood in the body was boiling, a quiet piano sound came from the small building on the side.

"Fuck, who the hell is playing the piano at this time?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he regretted it and felt that he should not have shouted.The impulse in my heart was decreasing, for some reason, the hearts of all those present who heard the sound of the piano suddenly became quiet, as if the desire had been stripped from the hearts of everyone.

The noisy scene suddenly became quiet. The person who was originally anxious looked at the people on the bank blankly. He was prepared to endure a storm, but now he found that there was no movement at all, and there was no feeling of fear in his heart. in existence.

Fang Fangyi and Murong Zhan also heard the sound of the piano in the building. At the first hearing, they thought there was something wrong with this person, they were talking at such an inopportune time, but they were shocked when they heard it again. This person not only has superb piano skills, but also has extraordinary internal strength. comparable.

"He's here too?"

"Who does Miss Murong know?" House Yi stood by the window and looked out.

"Master Fuqin, a handsome man in legend, with superb piano skills, wandering in the mountains and rivers. Legend has it that he once used a piece of piano music to influence a group of bandits without bloodshed."

If House Yi had heard this in the past, he would have thought it was just a rumor made by the world and it was unbelievable, but now he believed it, and the behavior of the people below had already explained everything.

"Soldiers are bloodless, I'm afraid it will be difficult today..."

Someone took great pains to promote the gathering of the world today, how could it be destroyed so easily.

There is a mysterious force in the peaceful sound of the piano, which calms people's hearts little by little.

"Amitabha, so good." Many Shaolin disciples put their hands together.Not everyone is bewitched by the sound of the zither, and there are still many people who remain sober. Everyone knows that the person who plays the zither must want to resolve a big war.

Sweat gradually seeped from Mr. Fuqin's head, even though he cherished his cleanliness, he didn't seem to know it. The woman beside him took out a handkerchief and gently wiped the sweat off his forehead.

You know you can't do it, but you still do it, why bother?She didn't speak these words. She knew very well the character of Mr. Fuqin. He was peaceful on the outside, but he was a paranoid person in his heart, just like his music, demanding perfection.

jump!

A string broke suddenly, and the sound of the piano stopped abruptly.Many people were confused and didn't know what happened just now. When they came back to their senses, they looked at the person in the lake again.

"Damn it, I'm going to fight."

Finally, someone couldn't bear it anymore, and flew out suddenly, pointing to the water with his toes, jumping towards the people in the lake.Looking at this person's lightness kung fu, his internal strength should not be low, but unfortunately, he is a bit stupid.

Just as he was leaving, hundreds of hidden weapons hit him, barely dealt with a few, and then died, blood staining the clear lake water red.

"Hey, it's a pity for this beautiful scenery." Young Master Fuqin gently calmed down the strings of the piano, and sighed again, but his face was extremely pale.

The blood aroused the greed in people's hearts, and no one was willing to wait any longer, so they rushed forward and flew towards the person in the middle.Cursing, screaming, more and more people died.

"Sister, what are we going to do?" Situ Qian was also in the crowd, but they didn't move.

"Watch what happens."

And all the sect disciples did not move, and those who did it were scattered forces in the rivers and lakes.The scene became more and more chaotic, and more and more people died.

Suddenly a group of people mixed into the crowd, some were dressed in Huashan disciples' costumes, some were from Wudang, and some were Shaolin disciples dressed up in various styles, including everything.

As soon as these people appeared, they rushed to kill the sect disciples who remained motionless by the lake.

A Wudang disciple was accidentally pierced through the chest by a sword. When he was dying, he still looked at the person in front of him incredulously, "You..."

"Looking for death, you Qingcheng faction dare to kill my Wudang disciple."

People are always prone to lose their minds when they are furious. Moreover, under the stimulation of blood, people are already hyperactive, and they fight before they have time to think about it.

On the contrary, many people could see that this was naked sowing dissension, but it was too late to stop it now.A simple and clumsy strategy at the right time is terrifying, just like killing three warriors with two peaches.

Fang Fangyi stood on the small building and looked down. Seeing the chaos and chaos, he couldn't help saying: "What a vicious scheme." The disciples of the school have always looked down upon each other, and now that the war broke out, the more they fight, the more they can't fight each other.

"Situ Qian, why is she here, damn it?"

Fang Fangyi was originally waiting for the last moment to come, but now Situ Qian was surrounded by five masters of the rivers and lakes. Although Situ Qian's swordsmanship was extraordinary, she almost escaped from death several times.

House Yi could ignore other people's life and death, but Situ Qian couldn't help but blame, House Yi jumped from the window, "Looking for death." A knife swept over, and the power of a simple knife was much stronger than before.

Those who besieged Situ Qian hadn't recovered before they were swept out by the sword light. None of them were dead or injured.

"Get out of here." The house said.

"You don't have to deal with my affairs, get out of the way." Situ Qian said coldly without appreciation.On the other hand, the fellow disciple next to him gave the two of them a puzzled look, and thanked Fang Fangyi according to Jianghu etiquette.

"stupid!"

Because of Mei Gu's death, Fang Ziyi was in a bad mood, so he just sent him back with one word.

"you!"

Situ Qian had a frosty look on her face, and she was about to explode. The Emei disciples next to her were in a dilemma, whether to help Situ Qian or not.

"stop!"

At this moment, suddenly several violent shouts sounded.