There is nothing new in the world after all, it is still fighting, killing, grudges, and revenge.

Shen Yuanjing sat in the tavern, listening to an old man with gray hair and sparse beard, talking about recent things, chatting for a while, and then said, "But more than a year ago, the evil monk in the blood-sword committed evil on the edge of the Yangtze River. He happened to be hit by the hero Ding Dian. All the disciples who were in trouble were killed. The evil monk was seriously injured and was so scared that he hid back to the plateau and did not dare to come out.

Then, the hero Ding Dian, with his wife and apprentice, disappeared. Over the past year, countless people in the world have been looking for him, but there is no news. I think it is as he said, and he really retired.

So the evil monk lurked for a year and was brave enough to cause trouble in the Sichuan. Now he ran to the two lakes for many days, but no one went to control him. Many girls had been destroyed and many good families suffered disasters. They were as bleak as Master Liu of Hengyang. He was killed just because he refused to hand over his precious daughter, and the house turned into a white land. It was pitiful, and it was a pity!"

The old man told a story, then he started to sing: "The river is clear and the river is bright, the moon is bright, who is holding the jade zither on the river? Listen to the river and tears, and sighing all over the river."

The song is clearly a work of the past, but it is particularly desolate when he sang it, as if he was sighing for those suffering.

Suddenly, a big man with a bearded face slapped the table and shouted: "You old man are asking for a fight? What kind of bird songs are singing? It's like a mourning person. The old man's drinking habits are gone by your man."

The old man stopped quickly and stopped Erhu again. Another table next to him said, "You are nagging, just talk about something a little bit big. Now, who doesn't know that the most important thing in the world is the treasure buried in Jingzhou Prefecture."

"That's right, let's not talk about such a big deal, but talk about something or not. What's the matter with the Blood Sword Monk away from us? Drinking, drinking, and you'll have to hurry up later."

Seeing that it aroused the public's anger, the old man quickly stood up, bowed in a row, and apologized. The shopkeeper also came over and scolded him a few words, wanting to drive him away.

"Hey, old man, don't be busy. You also have a person from Huguang. The news about this treasure is very rumored. It's hard to tell everyone what's going on. Also, you linger in the market all day long. If you have any latest news, please tell me. Well, you will be rewarded with you."

The man was about thirty years old, with a fair face and bright clothes. He shook a folding fan and raised his head slightly to the servant beside him. The servant took out a handful of copper coins and threw it into the old man's basket.

The old man's eyes lit up, bent down, and said, "Thank you for your reward!" Then he cleared his throat and said, "It is said that during the Six Dynasties, Emperor Wu of the Liang Dynasty died in the Hou Jing Rebellion. Emperor Jian Wen took the throne and was killed by Hou Jing again. King Xiao Yi of Xiangdong took the opportunity to take action. Seeing Hou Jing defeated in Baling, he ordered the king monk to argue with him. Hou Jing Rebellion was quelled, and Xiao Yi was located in Jiangling, which was Emperor Yuan of Liang."

The young master was a little impatient when he heard his story, and said, "Those who pick up the key points." The old man sued a crime and said, "Emperor Yuan of Liang was cowardly and incompetent, but he liked to accumulate wealth. During his reign, he plundered countless gold pearls and treasures. It is a pity that he only became emperor for three years, and Jiangling was captured by the Wei soldiers. He died immediately, but no one knows where the treasure he had accumulated was hidden.

In order to investigate this batch of treasures, Yu Jin tortured and killed thousands of people, but could not be found. He was afraid that those who knew the treasures would be secretly excavated in the future and drove all tens of thousands of people from Jiangling to Chang'an. Those who killed and pitted the pits, almost no living survived."

The tavern was silent, and even the shopkeeper and waiter were there, listening to him telling these stories attentively. Finally, he said: "For hundreds of years, this secret has never been revealed. Until this dynasty, someone came up with some information from the pile of old papers and pieced them together, and then he guessed a rough idea."

The young master had already stopped shaking his fan and asked, "In this way, this news should be true?" The old man said, "Things that have been published in history books should not be fake. The people who study the research are very knowledgeable and have a dignified character, so they will not make up stories to deceive people."

"Okay, look at the reward." The young man put away the fan, slapped it in his palm, laughing and said, "Pack up the things, let's go." His face was full of joy, as if the treasure had already reached its bag.

The others in the restaurant also stood up together, carrying swords and rushed out of the hotel. Some were in a hurry but they refused to stop for a moment; some were windy under their feet, but they pretended to be reserved and did not forget to leave some money.

The old man looked at the large pile of silver and full of copper coins in the basket, smiled and saw that the restaurant was empty, shook his head and counted the money on his own.

Suddenly a silver fell into it, and another voice came: "Brother-in-law, I am a little interested in the story of Ding Dian and the Blood Sword Monk. Can you tell me more carefully?"

The old man looked up and saw a young man in blue shirt sitting by the window, about seventeen or eighteen years old, with red lips and white face, straight eyebrows and nose, and very handsome. He couldn't help but praise him in his heart, carrying a basket and an erhu.

Shen Yuanjing invited him to take his seat, and asked the waiter to add some bowls and chopsticks and wine and food. The old man was not polite, picked up the wine glass and took a sip, and then said, "The treasure left by Emperor Yuan of Liang is huge, and if he gets it, he will definitely be rich in the world. Now, these people from all directions of the world have rushed to Jiangling City. I see that the young man is handsome and has extraordinary skills. Why doesn't he seem to be interested when he sits upright?"

He smiled and said, "I am here alone, how much food and clothing cost? Even if I can monopolize treasures and keep them, who can I pass on to? In the end, it's just a passing cloud."

The old man was surprised to see that he was not old, but he could defeat the worldly feelings like an old Taoist. He said to himself: "I am old, but it is not as good as a young man to see clearly. No wonder he can only roll in the secular world." As he said that, he did not avoid it, took out a cloth bag, poured all the money in the basket, stuffed it into his chest, and patted it again.

Shen Yuanjing shook his head and said, "Who can be without desires? Who is not in the secular world? How could there be a true immortal on Mount Hua to be independent of the world?"

The old man sighed and stopped tangling, and began to talk about what happened a year ago: "At that time, the treasure of Emperor Yuan of Liang had not been widely spread in the world. The biggest thing on both sides of the Yangtze River was that the Blood Knife Sect committed a crime. The evil monk of the Blood Knife Sect had been raped and plundered for three generations, and he committed all kinds of evil. The daughter in the boudoir was a little beautiful, or a wealthy family, was frightened.

The officials and men in the court only valued the black veil, and only tried to plunder the people, completely ignored the others, and could only rely on justice in the martial arts world to uphold justice. More than a dozen people came to the Blood Knife Sect, all of whom were very skilled in martial arts, and the righteous people could not defeat them. They invited the most famous Nan Siqi in the south to call them "Fallen Flowers and Flowing Water" to encircle and suppress them together.

The four of them were very skilled in martial arts, but their heads were tight. The "Leng Yue Jian" Shui Dai was captured by someone and was threatened to lose his life. However, it was a blessing to save his daughter. The "Renyi Lu Dadao" Lu Tianshu was not good either. He was trapped in a treacherous plan and was cut into eight pieces in the lake. The "Rou Yun Jian" Liu Chengfeng was seriously injured and saved half of his life. Only Hua Tiegan was "Zhongping Wudi" was unscathed, but the two had awkward and stopped interacting.

Seeing that the evil monk with blood sword was uncontrollable, he ran into Ding Ding, who was about to retire, as if he had teased his wife. Ding was furious and killed some of his remaining disciples with one move. The evil monk rushed forward to fight, but unexpectedly, he was seriously injured in three moves and two moves, and could only run away with his head. If Ding's disciple had not had a low martial arts skills and failed to defend the river bank and was penetrated into the Yangtze River by him, he might have been removed from the list and would not have happened today."
Chapter completed!