Zongwu: Two Thousand Years Later, I Will Be the Emperor of Heaven!

　　Wen Tailai said solemnly, "This is what my brother means too."

　　The second leader, the third leader, and the fourth leader all spoke up, and the wild atmosphere returned to silence.

　　"Everyone in charge!" Chen Jialuo, the chief helmsman, finally spoke, "The matter of winning over the Tiandao Pavilion must not be mentioned again. Now that the Safflower Society is short of funds, the top priority is to get a sum of money as soon as possible to alleviate the urgent need!"

　　This?

　　The gang members of the Safflower Club are from all corners of the world, so it is not a problem to let them kill and set fire, but let them make money, other than rob the rich and help the poor, they can't think of anything else!

　　"Dismiss!"

　　The Honghua congregation held a gathering at home for more than an hour. Finally, the Chang brothers and Zhang Jin proposed to kill a few corrupt officials who had returned to their hometowns, so that they could barely find a way to raise money.

　　Chen Jialuo assigned a task, and the meeting ended after the fourth head of the Thunder Fighter, Wentai, was asked to take charge of the matter.

　　Whoa!

　　At the moment, more than a dozen heads of households dispersed.

　　"Fourth Brother!"

　　Wen Tailai was about to leave with Black and White Impermanence and Zhang Jin when he was stopped by his wife Luo Bing.

　　"Miss, what's wrong?" Wentai turned around, looked at his beautiful and generous wife, and asked back.

　　Luo Bing's bright and beautiful eyes fell on Wen Tailai, his eyes were full of sorrow, and his full of concern turned into a warning:

　　"You have to be careful!".

Chapter 31

　　The years are like a shuttle, the bitter cold is like a jade pen peak, and it becomes warmer as the hot summer gradually approaches.

　　Inside and outside the Tiandao Pavilion built on the top of Yubi Peak, the flowers are in clusters, and the flowers in flower pots are blooming, adding vitality to this building.

　　Inside the Tiandao Pavilion.

　　Ying Yu, who was wearing a moiré brocade robe, had his hands on his back and said nothing.Behind him, Li Canghai, who had come out of the dust in the Qing Dynasty, stood tall, holding a book in his smooth hands, reporting to Ying Yu the news that Tiandao Pavilion had recently collected.

　　Since Fukang'an's legs were broken and the [-] soldiers and horses accompanying him were wiped out, the momentum of Tiandao Pavilion has soared. more.

　　"Oh?"

　　After Li Canghai finished the latest news from the Safflower Club, and his mouth was dry, Ying Yu poured her a cup of tea and handed it over.

　　"So, the Honghua Club is very short of money now, and even Wen Tailai, Zhang Tuozi and others have to go out and rob them in person?"

　　"Not bad." Li Canghai smothered the tea without any ladylike demeanor, "They call this robbing the rich and helping the poor!"

　　"To rob someone else's wealth and help one's own poverty?" Ying Yu sneered, his black eyes rolled, and the lustrous lustre collided in his eye sockets, falling into Li Canghai's eyes, and he couldn't help but feel infinite sympathy for the people of the Safflower Society.

　　"Canghai, if you let Honghua know about the existence of a great treasure, what would they do?"

　　Ying Yu's handsome face leaned towards Li Canghai, Li Canghai could even count the black and shiny eyelashes on Ying Yu's eyes, his heart trembled, and a pretty face turned red, as attractive as a red apple.

　　"You don't need to ask, of course I stole it!" Li Canghai bowed his head shyly and murmured.

　　"Hahaha."

　　Ying Yu laughed loudly, and the impassioned laughter echoed, like the whisper of the sky.

　　The laughter was in full swing, and a white lightning flashed across and landed in front of Ying Yu, also Bai Feng.

　　"Master, the white-haired witch sent by Tianshan is here." Speaking of the title of white-haired witch, Bai Feng, who also has three thousand silver hair, looked a little strange.

　　"White-haired witch!" How could Ying Yu, who came from later generations, not know the heels and feet of this white-haired witch, murmured this title, her eyes were distant, and she couldn't help thinking of two women.

　　Xiaomeng, Snow Maiden!

　　"Just in time!"

　　Lian Nishang's temper and experience made Ying Yu recall the two equally proud silver-haired women beside him.

　　…………

　　main hall.

　　The white-haired witch practiced her neon robes and wore a long snow-white dress. She had a beautiful crown in the martial arts. Because she had not been exposed to the sun for a long time, she was as pale as paper, which complemented the three thousand scattered silver hair.

　　When he came to the other person's place, this Jade Rakshasa, known for his eccentric temper, unceremoniously looked at the furnishings in the main hall that were by no means frugal, and his eyes filled with disgust.

　　The maid serving her had also heard of Lian Nishang's reputation of taking people's lives while talking and laughing. After serving her a cup of hot tea, she quickly exited.

　　Fang restored the somewhat warm Tiandao Pavilion, which became extremely cold due to the arrival of Lian Nishang, like ice and snow.

　　"The white-haired witch is here, it really makes this Tiandao Pavilion shine!"

　　Ying Yu didn't let Lian Nishang wait for long, the hearty words sounded, and the Tiandao Pavilion Master in a cloud-patterned robe walked in from outside.

　　Swish!

　　Lian Nishang looked at Ying Yu, although she had heard of it, she really saw Ying Yu's unparalleled beauty, but after the beauty of the sun and the moon, she maintained her peerless appearance with deep internal strength, a white-haired witch with decades of experience Still lost.

　　It was not that she had never seen beautiful men. Zhuo Yihang, Chu Zhaonan, Ling Weifeng, and even her senior brother, Master Huiming, Yue Mingke, were all beautiful men when they were young.

　　However, even if these people are added together, they are not half as elegant as this Heavenly Dao Pavilion Master.

　　Although Ying Yu looks handsome, he will never make people doubt his gender, or even have some bad thoughts. He can only sigh with emotion: God, why did you give birth to such a character!

　　"Practice female hero, please take a seat."

　　Ying Yu sat down on his seat in a dashing manner, looked down at Lian Nishang, and gestured.

　　"How can the dignified leader of the Southern Branch of the Tianshan faction, the white-haired witch of the mega martial arts, come to this place when you have time?"

　　Ying Yu's divine sense was mixed into his eyes, and he had already guessed the intention of Lian Nishang, but he pretended not to know.

　　"Tiandao Pavilion Master," Lian Nishang sat under Ying Yu and looked at Ying Yu, "I dare to ask, are you a Jurchen or a Mongolian?"

　　"Neither!" Ying Yu was startled and answered truthfully.

　　"Since you are neither a Jurchen nor a Mongolian." Lian Nishang Yurong showed her innocence, "Then why did you only break the legs of that thief Fukangan instead of killing him!"

　　Forehead?

　　Facing Lian Nishang's aggressive attitude, Ying Yu couldn't help feeling sullen. No one dared to speak to him in such a didactic tone since he was twenty years old.

　　not a single one!

　　Clang!Clang!Clang!

　　Without waiting for Ying Yu's order, the Tiandao Pavilion masters who were ambushed inside and outside the main hall activated it.

　　A touch of cold light is like a rolling wave, surrounding the master of Tianshan School - Lian Nishang.

　　"To live!"

　　In the shadow of the sword, light and sword, Ying Yubing's cold and indifferent voice sounded, reminding his subordinates.

　　"presumptuous!"

　　I have practiced Nishang all my life, and I used to be arrogant and arrogant.Facing the strangulation of the masters of Tiandao Pavilion, the jade palm flipped lightly, and a sword with a gleaming cold light fell into the palm of his hand.

　　The anti-Tianshan swordsmanship was created by Ling Yunfeng, the head of the Southern Sect of the Tianshan Mountains.

　　It focuses on Yongbao's first move and lightning strikes. The position of the shot and the essence of sword intent are exactly the opposite of "Tianshan Swordsmanship". Unpredictable.

　　Cooperating with Lian Nishang's light work, the whole person turned into an elusive white shadow, trying to break through the obstacles of snowflakes and waves.

　　clang!clang!clang!

　　The sound of swords clashing constantly creates a sword, light and sword shadow, which is three points better than sunlight.

　　The indoor mahogany tables and chairs, together with the celadon dishes, and even the bonsai used to decorate the scenery, were turned into powder by the force of the sword energy.

　　After a dozen breaths, the brilliance of the whistling sword dissipated.

　　Except for the Taishi chair under Ying Yu's seat, there is not even a single piece of furniture that can be called intact.

　　Four steel knives were placed on Lian Nishang's snow-white neck, and two long swords locked Lian Nishang's vital points one after the other.

　　A bunch of snow-white silver hair fell, the testimony of the great love between Lian Nishang and Zhuo Yihang, and it was also the sky that prevented her and Zhuo Yihang from reuniting. She was cut off about a foot, and the silver thread scattered on the back of the jade only reached Pipa bone.

　　As long as Ying Yu gave an order, these six masters in black and white attire, covering their heads and faces, would be able to let the famous white-haired witch practice neon clothes and fragrant jade to die! .

Chapter 32

　　At the critical juncture of life and death, Lian Nishang clenched her lips with her lustrous and moist teeth, and her lustrous and beautiful eyes were full of determination to see death as if she were at home.

　　Cher!

　　Looking at Lian Nishang's expression, Ying Yu's heart fluttered, thinking of a woman whose life and death were unknown, and whether she would have a chance to meet in this life.

　　"Get out!"

　　Originally based on the cultivation of the realm of practicing Nishang, even if Ying Yu made a move in person, it would take a lot of effort.

　　However, after recruiting a group of masters, Ying Yu used both grace and power. Apart from instructing them to do things for him, he never stingy in rewards.

　　What these six masters used was the strongest formation of the farmers who were once known as the largest gang in the rivers and lakes - the variant of Dize [-].

　　Even though practicing Nishang's swordsmanship is exquisite, it is still just a joke against Shangdi Ze Twenty-Four.

　　With an order from Ying Yu, the six innate masters who restrained Lian Nishang withdrew and hid again.

　　"White-haired witch, you should know now, how to talk to this seat?" Xiaoxiao taught Lian Nishang a lesson, and Ying Yu tapped her temple with her finger, and said leisurely.

　　"Humph!"

　　Lian Nishang looked at Ying Yu with a hint of fear in her eyes. In the past twenty years, this was the first time she had suffered so much.

　　"I think, you should know the position of my Tianshan faction, right?" Lian Nishang put away the sword, moved her hands and feet, and her tone became much more polite.

　　"Of course I do, do you know what to do with the Qing Dynasty?" Ying Yu replied smoothly, before he finished speaking, his eyes changed slightly, and he looked at Lian Nishang doubtfully.

　　"Jade Rakshasa, I have a question that I have wanted to ask you for a long time." Ying Yu said with a puzzled face, "I think back then, in the Ming Dynasty, whether you were practicing Nishang or Yue Mingke, you were the vanguard of the anti-Ming Dynasty. , vigorously support the king Li Zicheng! When the Ming Dynasty is over, you will shake your body and support the anti-Qing Dynasty and the Ming Dynasty. In other words, don't you really blush?"

　　Won't you blush?

　　blushing?