Attacks

At the foot of Mount Bihua, some people have high singing skills and melodious skills, and some people are natural and unrestrained in martial arts. Don't say that melodious singing is not necessary, nor do you have to ridicule that natural and unrestrained martial arts are not.

It was the day before the Mid-Autumn Festival. Although the moon hung high and bright, the manor at the foot of Bihua Mountain was so simple and peaceful, like an old man who had gone through vicissitudes of life and a Confucian scholar who was about to die. I can't help talking about the courtyard. I saw the spacious and magnificent manor with the eight-character gate, the Zhuchi gate closed, the dog ear copper ring, and the two squatting stone lions sitting on the stone seat lifelike beside the steps. It was not like the house of the high-ranking officials and nobles. There was a plaque hanging on the red door with four bold characters inscribed on it:

"Roche Manor."

The strokes are vigorous, and the luanxiang wind dances. It can be seen that the strength of the person who wrote the plaque is thick and filled. It can be said that the people who wrote the plaque can't surpass it. It can be said that the nine strokes are selected. It is a unique style.

The famous flower vines in the Western Regions stretch their branches and lock the grand courtyard tightly. The green vines like morning glory vines grow extremely fierce and climb over the wall of the courtyard. People who love beauty also take three steps back when they see them. They dare not pick the colorful flowers with strong fragrance.

At the foot of Bihua Mountain, there is no bustle of Bazi bazaar, no streets and roads for pedestrians, and the silence is a little bleak.

Before I could see why the market was so cold, I suddenly heard the dull sound of many people walking on the ground. When I looked carefully, I saw two red horses coming from afar, one big and one small on the horse's back. I didn't see who the two red horses were running quickly to the Roche Manor. The quiet road immediately made a noise, and the cold wind was blowing with a trace of murderous air.

Two good red horses came running side by side. It turned out to be a middle-aged man in his forties who looked a little fierce and a little boy in his sixties and seven-year-old who was intelligent with jade face.

They each rode to the front of the manor.

The middle-aged man and the child tied the horse in front of the manor, and the middle-aged man looked at the little boy who was the biggest man and the biggest ghost happily:

"Tianchou, yes, yes, he can keep abreast of Shibo. Our Luo family is blessed."

The child said modestly and confidently:

"Oh, Second Martial Uncle, every time you say that, it is clear that you let me."

The two men talked loudly and clearly, and a smell of blood floated through the wind. Suddenly, the middle-aged man said "Eh!" and looked up at the bright and clear sky. An ominous feeling came from his heart.

The little boy looked at the middle-aged man curiously and asked, puzzled:

"Second Martial Uncle, what's the matter? Is something wrong?"

"Qiu Er, something is wrong tonight. Although it is still in the middle of the night, why hasn't a Zhuang Ding been on guard? Also, tomorrow is the Mid-Autumn Festival, why is the gate so pale and hasn't been decorated? And..."

Before the middle-aged man finished speaking, the little boy paused and squatted on the ground:

"Second Martial Uncle, it smells of blood, and..."

The middle-aged man took a deep breath. Without waiting for the little boy to finish, he immediately pulled out the sword from behind, straightened his mind and said to the little boy:

"Qiu Er, run to the mountain quickly. If you have nothing to do, Shibo will come to the mountain to find you. If something happens, remember that revenge depends on you. I and you, remember what Shibo said, you are the hope of the Luo family."

Before the man finished speaking, the door of the village opened. The middle-aged man and the little boy looked at the door of the village together for a moment.

The quiet air is suffocating.

Suddenly, five empty saddle horses ran out of the manor. The middle-aged man and the child were staring at each other. A ghost scream sounded, and five dark shadows flashed from behind the horse. Without saying anything, they all rushed at the middle-aged man and the child.

Fortunately, the middle-aged man reacted very quickly with a long roar, and immediately pulled the little boy's horse head around. At the sight of the dark shadow, he immediately clapped his left palm like lightning, and hit the child on the horse. Suddenly, the child stepped down from the horse and hissed, and then ran towards the road.

When the middle-aged man saw the child rush out on his horse, he had no time to take into account other things, and the sword on his right hand flashed away mysteriously.

Suddenly, the five black shadows were blocked by the middle-aged man.

"Who are you? You dare to be reckless in the Luo Family yard"

The five dark shadows did not respond by riding on the five steeds that ran out of the villa. One of them called this man "Ow" and said to the other four people with one hand: "Give me the younger generation of Huashan Sect, and the four of you hurry to chase the baby! Nine times out of ten, the Dark Sky Thunder Palm is on the baby."

As soon as the man finished speaking, he put his feet on the saddle and rushed at the middle-aged man, shouting:

"Luo Chunqiu, die quickly. I swear to kill you today."

The middle-aged man is Luo Chunqiu, a master of the Five Heavens of Thunderbolt.

Luo Chunqiu looked at the man at the moment when the man told his subordinates. If he didn't look at him, he knew that there was something wrong with Tieding. That man was Sikong Tong, the notorious leader of the Demon Cult, the "regional magician", who specialized in the research of strange poisons and concealed weapons to kill the Wulin family. Hearing Sikong's old devil's "thunderbolt", Luo Chunqiu could not help but be upset. He was worried about revenge and said to himself:

"Younger martial brother, it's really strange treasure that hurts people! I wanted to glorify the sect, but now I can't save my life."

Luo Chunqiu's thoughts flashed. He immediately lifted the mount with his left hand and flashed past Sikong Tong, the "regional magician". His right hand and sword went straight to the four dark shadows that crossed him to catch up with his nephew. Then, with his legs clamped, he jumped off the horse and rushed straight to the direction of the little boy.

Luo Chunqiu tried to ride the horse while looking ahead. The angry cry behind him, the sound of horse hooves behind him, and the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the heart, Luo Chunqiu was already sweating under the moonlight. He said in his heart, "TianQiu, Qiu Er, must listen to the words of the Second Martial Uncle. I hope you have escaped into the mountains and escaped from the tiger mouth. Don't turn back, don't turn back."

Before Luo Chunqiu finished thinking about it, a steed stood upright at the mountain crossing in the distance. Luo Chunqiu looked at it and couldn't help getting angry

Unexpectedly, the good is not good, the bad is good. The little boy TianQiu really didn't escape into the mountain. He stood at the entrance of the mountain, waiting for something.

Luo Chunqiu was full of despair, thinking that the Luo family was really over this time.

Luo Chunqiu immediately shouted, "Qiu Er, run up the mountain!"

Luo Chunqiu pulled the horse's head and followed Tian Qiu, who had run into the mountain path, to the depths of Bihua Mountain

TianQiu is only seven years old and has learned to ride a horse for a long time. Luo Chunqiu and the five devils have been wandering in the Jianghu for many years. Soon, Luo Chunqiu has caught up with TianQiu's mount, and the five devils are getting closer and closer to Luo Chunqiu.

Luo Chunqiu looked back at the approaching five demons as he rode the horse. He could not help but put his hand to catch Tianchou who was riding the horse and put it on his chest and shouted softly:

"Grab my clothes."

Luo Chunqiu ran forward with concentration.