Putting aside all thoughts, Dong Lian walked towards the mountain against the wind, her long hair swaying and her clothes fluttering. She was as beautiful as a fairy, and as sad as a fairy. The sun sets and the sky becomes dark, the clouds fall and the mountains become high, time flies, taking away not only time, but also the green pines on the mountain and the beautiful scenery of tomorrow's sunset. I just need someone to keep her. Ren Buzu was practicing on the bed. If it were normal times, how could he sit still? Even if he stayed on the bed, he would definitely not be so disciplined, either jumping around or lying in a mess. Even Ren Buzu himself couldn't help but sigh in his heart that he was sensible. Unconsciously, it had been two hours since he left Dong Lian. Although he was not anxious, he still waited patiently. Suddenly, the door of the room opened with a "creak", and Ren Buzu noticed Dong Lian at this time. Dong Lian entered the room, lowered her head, with her black hair hanging down to her chest, and she hadn't spoken yet. Ren Zai Bu had already asked: "What's wrong? You are so unhappy. Did you not wait for her? Or were you bullied by that boy? Don't worry, I will definitely help you vent your anger when I get better." "Brother Zai Bu." Dong Lian raised her head gently, her face full of tears and her eyes slightly red. It turned out that Dong Lian was getting angrier and angrier on the way back, and she cried. It would be fine if she didn't cry, but it was hard to stop crying. She was afraid of being asked, so she was also very cautious when she came back. "Huh? Why are you crying? Tell me if you have any grievances." Ren Zai Bu heard the crying voice, hurriedly got out of bed, pulled Dong Lian to sit down, comforted her, and made tea for her. At the same time, a person suddenly appeared outside the door and asked with some concern: "Sister, what's wrong with you?" "Go out." The voice was low and weak, but decisive and could not be refuted. Dong Xi was helpless. He looked at Ren Zai Bu, and Ren Zai Bu also signaled that he knew. Dong Xi left at this time, but he didn't say a word. "You're so sad, what's wrong?" Ren Zai was sitting opposite, pushing his teacup towards Dong Lian, as if to make her happy. "What kind of person do you think I am?" Ren Zai was a little confused now, maybe he stepped on a landmine and it would be even worse. He thought carefully: "Sister Dong is cute and well-behaved, smart and clever, everything is good, but one thing is not good." "What's not good?" Dong Lian stopped crying, seemed to be attracted by this sentence, and asked. "She just loves to cry, and she cried a beautiful face into a cat face." "You cry, you have a cat face." Dong Lian burst into laughter, stretched out her hand to hit Ren Zai, but her hand was in the air, but suddenly stopped, and slowly put down her hand. She asked timidly: "Brother Zai, your friends said that you hate prostitutes and monks the most, right?" "I have said that." As if brewing, Ren Zai waited patiently. After a long time, Dong Lian told Ren Zai in detail what happened. Only then did Ren Zai know the whole story and couldn't help laughing. "Is it funny?" Seeing this scene, Dong Lian was a little angry, which was natural. Ren Zai also felt that it was too much, so he stopped smiling and said, "That boy must have fallen in love with you." Dong Lian was shocked when he heard the voice and said, "Impossible, he just wants to take advantage of me." "Listen to me first," Ren Zai continued, "Think about it, if you like someone, he will be very attentive to you. When you think you two are in love, he said he was lying to you. Can you bear it?" Dong Lian seemed to have figured out the connection, but still a little unhappy, and asked, "Is my treatment to him the same as that of a prostitute?" When he spoke, a trace of cunning flashed in his eyes. When this was said, Ren Zai was shocked in his heart, thinking, "You girl, I enlighten you, but you set up obstacles for me, but fortunately I haven't been there, so it doesn't count as a lie." So he answered innocently, "I haven't been to a brothel." "Well, that's it." Dong Lian was a little disappointed. "But don't do it again in the future." "Why, are you jealous?" "Yes, my brother is jealous." "Okay, okay, I'm leaving, remember to owe me a hundred taels." Dong Lian was a little tired and didn't want to stay any longer. But he also knew the true meaning of Ren Bu's words. ...... On the other side, Lu Wujin had just said goodbye to Dong Lian, his heart was pounding, but he was ashamed and angry. He walked more than ten miles under the scorching sun without realizing it. Even though he was an excellent martial artist, his body couldn't bear it. Wiping the sweat on his eyes, he saw the road ahead clearly and continued walking. Along the way, the large jar of wine he had drunk before turned into a body of hot sweat. Lu Wujin felt dry and thirsty, and thought of finding some wine to quench his thirst and quench his cravings. Looking around, it was a plain, and Yuxiu City was still several miles away from here. At this time, Lu Wujin didn't take this matter to heart, and turned back. Although Lu Wujin didn't bring any money with him, he hid the money in various secret places. So this road without gold actually has gold on it. After determining the direction, Lu Wujin walked slowly. Under the scorching sun, although the heat was unbearable, it did not occupy Lu Wujin's heart at this time. The fierce sunlight could only helplessly watch Lu Wujin's occasional complaints, kicking his feet, and kicking the grass. These are extremely rare in normal times. After venting, Lu Wujin gradually calmed down. He used Qinggong and ran towards the place where the gold was hidden. Ren Buli's strange Qinggong was actually taught by Lu Wujin. As for Lu Wujin's Qinggong, he was naturally better as he was known as the Thief Saint. Moreover, he practiced the Shadowless Art and the Cloud Embracing Art, so jumping high and running far were just a piece of cake for him. I saw Lu Wujin's figure flashing across the plains and fields, and suddenly stopped under a tree. He touched the root of the tree with his hand, and then knocked on the other side. He repeated this process, determined the position, and pressed hard. The tree was actually broken into a hole. The hole was the size of a fist, and two ingots of silver were stuffed inside. Lu Wujin took it out and said lightly, "Let's just spend it first." He put the silver in his pocket and ran towards the town that had appeared in the distance. Yuxiu City is not a big city, but it is very lively with people coming and going every day. Even in this hot weather, the whole city is still full of people. Not far from this city, there is a restaurant. Under the scorching sun, the blowing wind makes people feel like human-shaped buns under the steamer of heaven and earth. The wine flag is hung high, swaying violently in the gusts of hot wind. There is a small wooden house with a few simple tables and chairs, and a shed for people to cool off. It was hot in the summer, and even the outside of the city was full of people. Some people leaned against the wall, or leaned against the firewood, or rested their heads on the roadside stones, drinking and enjoying the cool. This store was run by only a grandfather and his grandson. Fortunately, this place was relatively peaceful and no one cheated. The grandson was about eleven or twelve years old, wearing rags, and was diligent in delivering wine. In addition to selling some wine, he also sold some food. Lu Wujin and Ren Buzai were naturally frequent customers here. The grandfather and grandson were taken care of a lot, and they did not dare to neglect them. Apart from anything else, the grandfather and grandson dared to pat their chests and say that only Lu Wujin and Ren Buzai’s wine would never be diluted with water. Lu Wujin took a few jumps and his body was like a swallow soaring like an eagle. He soon arrived outside the town. Looking at the fields, he got the direction and rushed around. In a short while, he finally arrived at the store, but it was even hotter. Lu Wujin felt that the sweat on his body seemed to have made him walk faster. "Young Master Lu, have you not eaten yet? I just made a roast chicken and was just about to offer it to you." The old man was sharp-eyed and came out to greet him, calling back: "Boy, set the table and get two jars of good wine for you." "Okay!" The grandson responded and went into the house. "Uncle Liu, excuse me." "What are you talking about? You are so polite. Come on, you must have suffered a lot today. What a horrible weather." The old man warmly welcomed Lu Wujin into the house. However, although the house was full of empty wine jars, there was a compartment, which was originally where the grandfather and grandson ate and slept. At this time, the bowls and chopsticks, a plate of roast chicken, and two jars of opened wine were already set up next to it. The roast chicken was not big to begin with, and now it was missing a piece. The old man was the first to notice it, and he was furious. He pulled his grandson over and was about to beat him. Lu Wujin quickly stopped him and said, "Old man, forget it, don't beat the child." Even though Lu Wujin was only a few years older than the boy, the old man's words made sense, but Lu Wujin still felt awkward. "Old Liu, another jar of wine!" A voice came from outside the house. The old man had no choice but to let go and apologized, "My little grandson is naughty. I'm sorry to make you laugh." Then he shouted to the outside, "Okay!" and went to the cellar next to him to get a jar of wine. The grandson was standing there like he was being punished, not daring to move. Lu Wujin said, "It's okay." "Yeah, sorry." "Do you want to eat?" Lu Wujin pointed at the roast chicken and said. The grandson shook his head. Seeing this situation, Lu Wujin was at a loss. He walked over and tore off half of it, handed it to the boy, and said, "Take it and eat it. I will explain it to Liu Bo later." The child took the chicken timidly and looked at Lu Wujin. He nodded gently. He hid in a corner and gobbled it up. Lu Wujin didn't care about him. He sat on the stool, eating meat and drinking wine. Although it was hot and stuffy inside the house, it was much better than outside the door. After a while, the sweat stopped, but the two jars of wine were already empty. Looking at his masterpiece, Lu Wujin was amazed that he could drink so much. After eating a little roast chicken, Lu Wujin felt his appetite was wide open, so he asked the child beside him to bring food. The restaurant had no time to cook, so the so-called food was all cold dishes. Lu Wujin put the dishes together and ate several bowls in a row, and finally he was full. He called the old man and gave him a silver ingot, which scared the grandfather and grandson. He hurriedly said, "Young man, our shop is small and the profit is thin. We can't find so much money." Lu Wujin replied, "When you come again, just get some good ones." "By the way, get two jars of wine. I want to take them away." "Okay." He quickly took out two jars and tied them with ropes. Lu Wujin said "Excuse me" and left. "Young man Lu and Young man Ren are really good people!" "Yes, grandpa." The grandfather and grandson were talking to each other. Lu Wujin was just going out the door when he heard someone talking, "Recently, something big happened in Baima Town." "What big thing?" a man asked. Lu Wujin paused and slowed down his pace. "Isn't it just that the whole Ma family was killed? I knew it earlier." Lu Wujin was interested and squatted aside, watching them with interest. Those people didn't seem to care. "You know nothing. I heard that the Ma family was killed overnight. That was Baima Town, but there was no movement at all. No one found out until the next day." The man said disdainfully. "You are only half right. It is said that the second son of the head of the Ma family is still alive and has been taken to the main family. The eldest son's life or death is unknown." said one person. "It is said, just said, don't say I said it." Before the man finished speaking, he was interrupted by everyone, "Hurry up and say it, you are nagging like a woman." "It is said that it was the eldest son of the Ma family who killed the whole Ma family. Otherwise, dozens of people in the Ma family were killed quietly overnight? And it is said that they were all stabbed." "Isn't the Ma family famous for swordsmanship? Then it was not done by the eldest son of the Ma family." "The eldest son of the Ma family is gifted. It is said that he is both a master of swordsmanship and a sword. He himself seems to hate using swords. Maybe this is why he killed his whole family." "You are a ghost if you believe it." "If you don't believe it, then don't believe it." Only one person sneered and said, "I thought it was a big deal, but it turned out to be this shit." This person was not far away from the crowd, so everyone could hear it clearly. They asked, "What's the bigger deal?" The man picked up the jar of wine and drank it in one gulp, then slowly said, "The Hero Gang knows it, right?" Everyone was shocked and said, "What happened to the Hero Gang?" Obviously, most of them still knew about the Hero Gang, and people passing by under the scorching sun also came over after hearing the sound. The man said nothing more, waiting for everyone to start making a fuss, whetting their appetite. Then he said, "Yesterday, a boy and a girl fell off the cliff of Yingxiong Mountain, hundreds of feet away! Not only did they not die, they are still alive and well." Everyone was shocked when these words came out. Lu Wujin knew that Ren was not there and asked him to investigate the Yingxiong Gang, so he must be powerless. If so, the boy who fell off the cliff must be Ren. As for who the girl who fell off the cliff was, it didn't matter. There was only a chorus of shouting, "How is it possible?" and "Alarmist" and the like. The man didn't seem to be in a hurry. He waited until the voice was a little lower, and then he lazily said, "If it were ordinary people, it might not be credible. But the two are disciples of Qingfeng Sword Sect. Although our Qingfeng Sword Sect is small, we have many masters. Only one person fell off the cliff and didn't die. Who can do it?"