Sword of Coming

The water is moist and the earth is wet, the pillar bases are sweaty, and the sky and the earth are like steamers, which makes people inevitably feel depressed.

Five horses were walking slowly on an ancient tea-horse road in Wuling Kingdom that had been abandoned for many years.

There was a sudden rainstorm. Even if they were wearing raincoats, the soybean-sized raindrops still hurt their cheeks. Everyone whipped their horses and looked for shelter. Finally, they saw a pavilion halfway up the mountain, and they all dismounted. .

As a result, I saw a young man in green shirt sitting cross-legged on a bench in the pavilion. There was a large bamboo box at his feet. There was a chessboard and two small celadon chess jars in front of him. There were more than 20 black and white chess pieces on the chessboard. The chess pieces were not very frightened when they saw them. They raised their heads and smiled, then continued to twist the pieces and place them on the chessboard.

A strong man with a sword glanced at the opponent's green shirt and soles. There were no water stains on them. He must have rested here early to escape the heavy rain. He simply waited until the rain stopped before setting off on his way, and then he made his own score here.

An old man with a good temperament stood at the door of the pavilion. It was not going to stop raining for a while, so he turned around and asked with a smile: "I have nothing to do. Master, do you mind talking about it?"

The young man in green shirt thought for a while, stretched out his palm to pick up the black and white chess pieces on the chessboard, but instead of putting them back into the chess jar, he piled them between himself and the chessboard, nodded and said with a smile: "Okay."

A pair of boys and girls looked at each other and smiled.

There was also a woman wearing a hat sitting on the bench opposite. Before sitting down, she put a handkerchief on her head.

The old man grabbed a handful of white coins and said with a smile: "Since I have grown a few years older, let me guess first."

Chen Pingan twisted out a black stone. The old man put seven white stones in his hand on the chessboard. The old man smiled and said: "Young Master, go first."

Unknowingly, Chen Ping'an had changed his sitting posture, no longer crossing his legs, just like an old man, sitting sideways, holding his sleeves with one hand, and twisting the pieces on the chessboard with the other.

The young man whispered in the girl's ear: "Looking at his demeanor, he looks like a master who is good at playing chess."

The girl smiled and said: "No matter how good your chess skills are, can you be comparable to our grandfather?"

The boy likes to compete with girls, "I think this person is difficult to deal with. Grandpa said it himself, as long as a master of chess has learned chess since childhood, except for the immortals on the mountain, around the age of weak champions, they are the most capable of playing. After 20 years, the older you get, the more of a drag it becomes.”

The girl sneered and said: "The people Grandpa talks about are only for those young geniuses who are destined to become chess and wait for Zhao. Ordinary people are not included in this."

The old man thought for a moment. Even though he was famous for his great chess skills in the country, he still did not rush to play chess with strangers. He was afraid of new things and strange things. The old man raised his head, looked at the two juniors, and frowned.

The young man smiled and said: "I know, I just watched the chess without saying a word."

On the chessboard, after less than thirty moves were played, the boy and girl looked at each other in confusion.

It turned out to be a bad chess player who had memorized some initial moves.

Not to mention Grandpa, a powerful player, even if the two of them go into battle, with two or three more men, they can still kill the opponent and make them lose their armor.

The old man held back his laughter.

In fact, the old man didn't care about the opponent's chess skills, so he still played patiently with the young man in green shirt.

During the rainy season, it is a blessing to meet a chess friend on the road to a foreign country.

The young man looked up at the rain curtain outside the pavilion and surrendered.

The old man nodded and helped review the game. This foreigner in blue shirt, who was on a study tour, was actually quite good at chess. Even the old man looked at him with high regard, almost mistakenly thinking that he had met a real outsider. However, The troops behind them soon lost their strength and were defeated like a mountain, which was a pity. During the review, the two chatted. The young man claimed that his surname was Chen and that he was from the south. This time he traveled north, he wanted to go to the Green Eagle Kingdom at the eastern entrance of Dadu, and then go to the upper reaches of Dadu. The old man The surname is Sui. He has resigned and returned to his hometown. This time he went to the capital of Dazhuan because the Emperor Zhou of Dazhuan opened the Caomuji every ten years. Go masters from dozens of countries, including Wuling and Jinfei, can go to Dazhuan. Try it in the capital. In addition to a set of priceless treasures inlaid in the study room, Emperor Zhou of the Great Seal Script presented nine pieces in total, which were given to nine people respectively. He also had a chess book coveted by chess players as a reward for the winner.

Chen Pingan asked: "When will this grass and tree gathering be held and ended?"

The handsome young man, the grandson of the old man surnamed Sui, was the first to say: "At the beginning of autumn, famous chess masters from all over the world will gather in the capital, and under the arrangement of the chess master Wei and his three disciples, they will be selected from all over the world. The seed chess players were left in the air for the first three rounds. The remaining players drew lots and fought against each other. One hundred people were screened out, plus the twenty seeds from various countries who were left in the air for the three rounds. The real master contest began on the first day of winter. Dazhuan Capital has heavy snowfall every year. The first snow will come, and then only ten people will be left to play chess. The set of treasures and the chess book that Emperor Zhou took out are what these people have in their pockets, but they still need to be ranked among the five who win. , there is a person who can play a game of chess with Wei Qisheng, and he is very lucky. Not only can he be lucky enough to play against Qisheng, but even if he loses, he can advance to the next round."

Chen Ping'an asked: "This chess master Wei's chess ability is significantly higher than everyone else's?"

The handsome young man nodded and said: "Of course, Wei Qisheng is the real protector of the country in the Great Seal Dynasty, and his chess skills are invincible. My grandfather was lucky enough to play a game with Wei Qisheng twenty years ago, but unfortunately he lost to Wei Qisheng later. A young disciple of Wei Qi Sheng failed to make it into the top three. It was not that my grandfather was not good at chess, but that the young man was too strong at chess. At the age of thirteen or fourteen, he had a 70% true biography of Wei Qi Sheng. Ten years ago The Dazhuan Caomuji, the disciple of the Dazhuan national master, had not been in seclusion and could not participate, otherwise he would never have let Chu Yao of Lanfang Kingdom win the first place. The Caomuji ten years ago was the most boring one. There were many top chess players. I didn’t even go to the imperial edict, so my grandfather didn’t participate.”

Chen Pingan asked: "Can Taoist cultivators on the mountain also participate?"

Let's talk about something.

There is a world of difference between the mountains and the mountains.

The so-called national players and chess masters of the secular dynasty have almost no chance of winning when they meet the mountain qigong practitioners who are really good at chess. The most frightening thing is that some of the exquisite formulas under the mountain are almost never recognized by the monks on the mountain, and the monks on the mountain have Solving life-and-death problems is often even more confusing.

The old man surnamed Sui said with a smile: "The gods on the mountain are all people in the clouds and mist. For ordinary people like us, they are extremely rare. Moreover, the Taoist people who like to play chess are even rarer. Therefore, all previous Dazhuan Jingcheng Caomuji , there are only a few people who practice Taoism. Although the proud disciple of Wei Qisheng is also a person who practices Taoism, he just makes extremely fast moves every time he plays chess. He probably doesn’t want to take advantage of him. I once had the honor to play against him, and he was almost the same person as me. As soon as the move was made, the young man followed the move very simply. Even so, I was still convinced that I lost."

Chen Pingan asked: "Mr. Sui, have you heard that there is something strange in Dazhuan Capital City recently?"

The old man looked puzzled, shook his head, and said with a smile: "I would like to hear the details."

Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "It's just some gossip I heard from people in the world, saying that there is a big river outside Dazhuan Jing City and floods are constant."

The young man looked disapproving and said: "You are talking about the Yuxi River, right? There is nothing to worry about. With Wei Qisheng, the real protector of the country, sitting in charge, can some abnormal floods flood the capital? There are really monsters in the water. I don't think Wei Qisheng is responsible for the trouble. The master with such godlike swordsmanship only needs to take a trip to the Yuxi River, and the world will be at peace."

Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "You still have to be careful. Mr. Sui, are you going for that set of treasures embedded with your favorite piece?"

The old man shook his head and said, "The number of masters gathered in this grass and tree fair is no better than the previous two. Although I am a little famous in my country, I know that I can't make it into the top ten. Therefore, I went to Dazhuan Capital this time, just hoping to make friends with chess and play with a few people." Just having tea with an old friend from another country, and buying some new chess records along the way, I'm already satisfied."

The Mi Li woman who had been silent all this time said softly: "Dad, I think this young master is right. The flood in Yuxi River is strange. It is right under the nose of Dazhuan Capital. If Wei Qisheng and the female Martial God can really solve it easily, how can it be done? It will be delayed until now, because I am afraid that Yuxijiang will be in trouble, but Emperor Zhou is unwilling to cancel the Caomuji because of his face. If another accident happens..."

The woman did not continue speaking. If her father insisted on going, her words would become unfavorable words.

In fact, she did not agree with this trip to the Great Seal Dynasty to participate in the Caomu Festival. The old man naturally did not want to miss the grand event. In order to reassure the younger generation in the family, he took a step back and hired a well-connected martial arts master to escort him. , I have been friends with him for many years, and he is a famous martial arts master in Wuling Kingdom. He has indeed taken care of me along the way. The man with the sword was named Hu Xinfeng. He planned to escort them to Dazhuan Capital City and then go to Jinfei Country to visit some friends in the world during Caomuji.

The Caomuji held in Dazhuan Capital is a grand event held once every ten years. Not only is the duel between national players from all over the country fascinating, but the gambling style in the streets and alleys of the city has also swept the city. Generals and dignitaries like to bet on the Caomuji. The shortlisted masters, the rich but not expensive people in Dazhuan, bet on wild chess other than Caomuji, and the amounts were also large. It was rumored that every time Dazhuan Caomuji in Beijing, there would be an astonishing amount of tens of millions of silver in and out. Ordinary people, who are well off in life, also like small gambling for fun. They lose a few taels of silver in the streets. It is not surprising for a moderately wealthy family to bet dozens or hundreds of taels of silver. The large and small Taoist temples in Dazhuan Capital, Many of the nobles and scholars from the vassal who came from far away could not afford to spend money directly, so they bet on elegant objects and sell them later for a huge sum of money.

The young girl said aggrievedly: "Auntie, if we didn't go to Dazhuan Capital, wouldn't we have traveled such a long and unjust way, more than a thousand miles?"

The girl has selfish motives. She wants to meet the great disciple of Dazhuan Imperial Master who defeated her grandfather in the past. The immortal man who followed the imperial master to practice Taoism. Now she is only in her early twenties and she is also a woman. It is said that the two princes of the Zhou family were jealous of her, and some of her friends in the boudoir who liked to talk with each other hoped that she could see with her own eyes whether the young fairy was really as beautiful and charming as the rumors. . She had already spread the word that she would definitely find a chance to have a few words with the fairy when she arrived at the Caoshu Festival in Dazhuan Capital City.

The man with the sword had been standing guard at the entrance of the pavilion. A martial arts master was so hard-working and uncomplaining that he served as a retinue for an old man who had long since lost his official status. The round trip took less than half a year. It is not impossible for ordinary people to do it. Hu Xinfeng turned around and smiled: "In the Yuxi River outside Dazhuan Capital City, there are indeed some myths and legends that have been circulating in the rivers and lakes in recent years. Although they are not accurate, Miss Sui's words are not bad. Brother Sui, we should be careful during this trip. some."

The old man was a little embarrassed.

Even a martial arts hero like Hu Xinfeng said this, and the old man could not help but feel worried. But I feel unwilling to just go back home.

The woman wearing a bonnet and a woman's bun sighed softly. She was always a little uneasy. Regarding this trip to Dazhuan Capital with her father, nieces and nephews, she had made several divination privately. The hexagrams are all weird, and there are good fortunes entwined in the midst of great dangers. In short, the fortunes and misfortunes are uncertain, which makes it really difficult for her to understand the deep meaning. In fact, according to common sense, the Dazhuan Dynasty has been at peace for a long time, and its national power is at its peak. It is about the same strength as the Daguan Dynasty in the south. The two royal families are married, and the Dazhuan Zhou family has a female warrior god and a real protector of the country in the capital. Yuxi Jiangna It's a weird rumor, but even if it's true, it shouldn't cause big trouble. She believed that the Yuxi River, where the water god had never been enshrined or a temple had never been built, might indeed be hiding a black dragon, but she did not believe that a water dragon could disrupt Da Zhuan Capital.

In the final analysis, she still regretted that for so many years, she could only rely on a pamphlet left by an expert and only rely on her own blind speculation to practice the immortal arts indiscriminately, but she was never able to truly become a master to guide and inherit. The Immortal Master had ordered the genealogy in an orderly manner, otherwise she should have known in her mind whether she was going to Dazhuan Capital City or not.

The boy grinned.

My aunt is a strange person. It is said that one day after my grandma was ten months pregnant, I dreamed that a man of God carried the baby into the ancestral hall and handed it to my grandma. Later, my aunt was born. However, my aunt had a hard life and had been playing chess, calligraphy and painting since she was a child. He is good at everything. In his early years, a wandering master passed by his home and presented him with three golden hairpins and a piece of plain gauze clothing called "Bamboo Clothes", saying that this was his destiny. After the master left, as my aunt became more and more prosperous, her fame in the Wuling Kingdom's government and the public, especially in the literary world, also became more and more famous. However, her aunt was too bumpy in the matter of marriage, so her grandfather successively helped her find someone. One of the two husband partners was a well-matched beautician from the Wuling Kingdom. He was very proud of his career and was well-known in the capital of Wuling. He never thought of getting involved in the imperial examination case soon. Later, my grandfather did not dare to find a way to study, and found a more tough guy with horoscopes. When my aunt was about to cross the family, something happened to the other party's family. The young hero of the rivers and lakes was in despair and traveled far away. It was rumored that he went to Lanfang and Qingci Kingdom to make a living. He had become a hero and had not yet married. Wife, I still miss my aunt.

My aunt is in her thirties, but she is still as beautiful as a fairy walking out of a mural.

If my aunt had not lived in seclusion for so many years and never showed up, even if she occasionally went to temples and Taoist temples to burn incense, she would not have chosen the first and fifteenth day of the Lunar New Year when there are many pilgrims. She usually only sang poems and poems with a handful of literati and elegant people, and at most they were friends from generation to generation. A good regular customer comes to the house and only talks for a few games, otherwise the young man believes that even if his aunt is an "old girl" at this age, the person seeking marriage will not be able to cross the threshold.

The handsome young man also has a different vision than his sister for the trip to Dazhuan Capital. In addition to the grass and tree fair held by Emperor Zhou, the Dazhuan Dynasty will also take the lead in launching the top ten martial arts masters and four beauties. As long as those listed are in Dazhuan Capital, All can be received by Emperor Zhou and given a heavy gift. Perhaps Dazhuan Capital has already gathered many new young masters on the list. Every ten years, there is a review of the world, which old man will be squeezed out and which new face can be on the list. Dazhuan Capital also has huge bets.

Although this young man surnamed Sui from the Wuling Kingdom came from a scholarly family, he was destined to follow the path taken by his grandfather, father and elder brother step by step and become a civil servant in the Wuling Kingdom. However, deep down in his heart, the young man still had a sense of loyalty to the knights. I longed for the heroes of the world the most, and I hid dozens of novels about the world in my study. I thumbed through the books and memorized them backwards. The young man admired Uncle Hu, a martial arts man who had made a name for himself, and even more so. If not for the fact that Uncle Hu already had a wife and daughter, the young man would have wanted to bring him together with his aunt.

Seeing the look on the face of the old man surnamed Sui, Chen Pingan probably still wanted to go to Dazhuan Capital, so he didn't say anything more.

At the end of the previous review, the rain just stopped.

It's just that the road outside was muddy. Except for Chen Ping'an, everyone in the pavilion was worried, so they didn't rush on their way.

Chen Ping'an had put away the chessboard and chess jars and placed them in the bamboo box. He held a hiking stick in his hand, put on his bamboo hat, and left.

I glanced at the rain curtain before, surrendered, and the review ended, just as the heavy rain stopped and the sky cleared up.

This is another silent reminder from Chen Pingan. Whether the Mi Li woman can detect the clues is her own business.

The man with the sword was a martial artist from the Five Realms, and he should be considered a master in the martial arts world within the Wuling Kingdom.

As for the Mi Li girl, she seems to be a half-hearted Qi practitioner, with a low level, only at the second or third level.

Chen Ping'an just walked outside the pavilion and frowned.

Is it such a coincidence?

Why is there a golden body warrior coming on horseback on this mountain path in the wilderness? As an old man with the surname Sui, he should not have such sworn enemies in the temple and enemies in the world.

The Great Seal Script Dynasty covers a vast territory of more than ten countries. Small countries such as Lanfang and Wuling may not have a golden body warrior to take charge of martial arts. Just like Caiyi Kingdom and Shushui Kingdom in the middle of Aquarius Continent, most of them are A martial artist at the top of the Six Realms like Senior Song can dominate a country with his martial arts. It's just that people at the bottom of the mountain see real gods but don't know it, but it's easier for people on the mountain to see cultivators. It's precisely because Chen Ping'an's cultivation level is high and his eyesight is sharp that he will see more cultivators, pure martial artists, mountain spirits, and market people. Ghostly. Otherwise, just like Chen Ping'an, who was still an apprentice in the dragon kiln in his hometown town, he would only differentiate between rich and poor when meeting everyone.

However, after traveling far and wide for so many years, apart from places like Hanging Mountain and ferries, ordinary people have seen more after all, but there are fewer stories.

However, the warrior soon stopped his horse in the distance, as if waiting for someone.

There should be another rider beside him, a cultivator.

Then there was a chaotic sound of walking along the Tea Horse Road in the other direction of the pavilion. There were about ten people walking, their steps were deep and shallow, and their cultivation levels naturally varied.

Chen Ping'an hesitated a little, stretched out his foot and stepped in the mud, then pulled out his boots from the mud, rubbed the soles on the steps, sighed, walked back to the pavilion, and said helplessly: "Just sit down for a while, Let the sun shine on the road before talking, otherwise it will be uncomfortable along the way."

The young man was free-spirited, optimistic and cheerful, and it was his first time to travel around the world. He spoke freely and said with a smile: "Witty!"

Chen Pingan smiled.

Hu Xinfeng was a little helpless. He had to turn around and tell him that this kid should not be so presumptuous in the world.

Unexpectedly, the Mi Li woman had already begun to teach him a lesson, "As a scholar, you must not be so rude. Please apologize to Mr. Chen!"

The young man quickly looked at his grandfather, and the old man smiled and said: "Is it difficult for a scholar to apologize to others? Is the sage's teachings in the book more valuable, or is your kid's face more valuable?"

The young man was quite heart-warming. He actually smiled brightly and bowed to the guest in the bamboo hat and blue shirt and apologized. The man who traveled far away to study did not say anything. He just stood there with a smile and said no polite words that did not require an apology.

The girl covered her mouth and smiled sweetly. It was a happy thing to see her naughty brother deflated.

The old man surnamed Sui smiled and said, "Sir, let's continue on our way."

Chen Pingan smiled and nodded, "See you again if we are destined."

But when they were about to walk out of the pavilion to lead their horses, they saw a group of people from all walks of life swarming over there, striding forward with mud splashing everywhere.

Hu Xinfeng stood with his sword in hand and did not mount his horse. At the same time, he quietly made a gesture to indicate to the four people around him not to put on the stirrups and mount their horses in a hurry, so as not to appear condescending and looking at others.

Half of the gangsters passed the pavilion and continued to move forward. Suddenly, a burly man with a wide open collar stopped and shouted: "Brothers, let's take a rest."

The Mili woman frowned.

Hu Xinfeng said softly: "Just make way for them and try not to cause trouble."

The old man surnamed Sui nodded, and the boys and girls tried to get as close to the old man as possible.

The man in the blue shirt with a bamboo hat seemed to be the same. He didn't dare to stay in the pavilion anymore, so he walked sideways at the other end of the steps. He had exactly the same idea as them, and gave up the pavilion to this group of people who looked like they were not good men and women.

But even though the young man carrying the stinky chess basket was careful enough, four or five people were still deliberately caught by the man who walked into the pavilion at the same time. One of them deliberately swayed and rubbed his shoulder.

The young man in green shirt staggered back and apologized. The young man rubbed his shoulders and said angrily: "It's such a wide road, let alone walking on two legs. Even if you have twenty, it's enough for us all." It's time to go your own way. You don't have eyes, so you insist on bumping into me? Or do you think I'm easy to bully, think there's a girl here, and want to show off your heroic spirit?"

Behind the young man who was on a study tour, the bookbox, chess pot and chessboard collided with each other, making a clanging sound. The young man's face was pale, but he was still apologizing, and moved again to give way to the pavilion door.

The young man with a sinewy face also moved forward, stretched out his hand and pushed the scholar in green shirt on the shoulder, causing the latter to fall down in the mud outside the steps of the pavilion.

The young scholar looked horrified and glanced at the group of people gathering on the steps of the pavilion, but the old man surnamed Sui sighed and turned a blind eye. The faces of the boys and girls were even more pale and colorless. Hu Xinfeng just frowned. Only the girl Mi Li hesitated to speak, but the old man surnamed Sui looked at her and told her not to get into trouble. After all, Hu Xinfeng had worked hard over the years and finally managed to get attached to an official family and start a wealthy business. It would be very difficult if he got involved in a murder case inexplicably. This group of arrogant people, judging by their accent, are not from Wuling. Originally, Hu Xinfeng's reputation in the black and white circles of his country may not be valid.

Hu Xinfeng was actually in a heavy mood, far less calm than his face.

Because among this group of people, it seems that all the noise and noise are from the bottom of the world, but in fact it is not. They are all just a cover-up to fool ordinary young people in the world. As long as they get into trouble, they will lose a layer of their skin. I only mentioned that one of the old men with scars on his face may not know him Hu Xinfeng, but Hu Xinfeng still remembers him clearly. He was an evil master who committed several major crimes in the Jinfei Kingdom. His name was Yang Yuan, nicknamed Hunjiang Jiao, and he was dressed in a cross-dressing style. He practiced kung fu to perfection and his boxing skills were extremely fierce. He was one of the top villains in the Green Forest of Jinfei Country. He has been on the run for more than ten years. It is said that he is hiding in the border area of ​​Qingci Country and Lanfang Country. He has attracted a large group of extremely vicious people and has grown from one A single-handed demon in the world has created an evil sect with a large number of people. Lin Shu, the leader of the Zhengrong Sect among the four righteous masters of Jinfei Kingdom, led a dozen righteous people to surround and kill this man in his early years, but he is still beaten by him. Wounded and escaped.

If it were the old demon Yang Yuan, even if the opponent was seriously injured and suffered from sequelae, he has aged, his energy and blood have aged, and his martial arts have not advanced but retreated, he may not be Hu Xinfeng's opponent now, but the opponent is still more powerful after all. But if the other party has been recuperating and recuperating over the years, and his martial arts is still improving, Hu Xinfeng will be even more numb. This ancient tea horse road is usually inaccessible, and Hu Xinfeng feels that he has to risk his life for the Sui family in this escort trip that is the icing on the cake. A help in the snow.

Hu Xinfeng was originally worried that Brother Sui was angry with his book business and would intervene in this matter, but now it seems that he is worrying too much. Even if he didn't reveal Yang Yuan's powerful identity, Brother Sui still had no intention of taking advantage of him.

Sure enough, it was the Hunjiang Jiao Yang Yuan!

The capable old man looked at Hu Xinfeng. Hu Xinfeng hesitated for a moment, clasped his fists and said: "Hu Xinfeng, the leader of the Wuling Kingdom Crossing Gang, has met all of my friends in the world."

Yang Yuan thought for a while and said with a hoarse smile: "I haven't heard of it."

The rest of the crowd burst into laughter.

Yang Yuan glanced at the power woman, and a pair of originally turbid eyes bloomed, fleetingly, turned to look at the other side, and said to the young man with a sinewy face: "It's rare for us to travel in the world. Don't always fight and kill each other, and make some accidental collisions and make the other party pay for it."

The young man was stunned for a moment. Next to Yang Yuan stood a young man with a sword on his back, holding a folding fan, and said with a smile: "Just pay fifty or sixty taels, don't open your mouth and embarrass a down-and-out scholar."

The young scholar who was sitting on the ground and did not dare to get up looked panicked and said: "Where can I have so much silver? There is only a pair of chessboards and chess jars in the bamboo box, which is worth more than ten taels of silver."

The young swordsman waved the folding fan and said, "This is a bit difficult to handle."

The handsome young man wanted to speak, but the old man surnamed Sui grabbed the young man's arm and glared hard.

The young man was frightened by his grandfather's strange eyes and remained silent.

The old man surnamed Sui quickly glanced at the poor scholar. Fortunately, he had no intention of asking for help or borrowing money. Otherwise, he would have to curse a few words and quickly clear up the relationship. That would be a bit degrading. These juniors have damaged their previous kind and kind image.

The old demon Yang Yuan, who had returned to the world for some reason, waved his hand, his voice still as hoarse as a sharp knife, and said with a smile: "Forget it, it's enough to scare you. Let the scholars get out of here. This kid can be said to be spirited and has a bit of character. The meaning is much better than that of some scholars who sit back and watch, not to mention speaking up and speaking out, just for fear of getting angry, which means I don’t have a knife in my hand and there are many outsiders, otherwise I will probably have to kill the young scholar with a knife before I can be clean."

The man with a sinister face was a little disappointed, and he was about to kick him. The young scholar got up, bypassed everyone, and ran out on the path, splashing mud.

The old man named Sui looked calm.

The handsome young man's face turned red, and he was so ashamed after hearing what the old guy meant.

When the Mi Li woman saw the young man in green clothes at the end of the path, he stopped, turned his head and looked around, then showed a playful smile that she didn't know if it was her delusion, and the man strode away.

At the entrance of the pavilion, Yang Yuan pointed to the young man shaking the fan next to him, and looked at the Mi Li woman, "This is my beloved disciple, who has not yet married a wife. Although you are hiding your face with Mi Li, you are still a woman." Bun, it doesn't matter, my disciple doesn't care about this. It's better to choose a day than to hit it, and our two families will become in-laws? Don't worry, this old gentleman. Although we are from the world, we have a good family background. The betrothal gift will only be compared with one. The descendants of generals and ministers will get richer wives. If you don’t believe it, you can ask your saber-armor. With such good skills, he should recognize my identity."

The old man surnamed Sui's face was ashen.

Hu Xinfeng looked embarrassed. After preparing the draft, he said to the old man: "Brother Sui, this senior Yang Yuanyang, nicknamed Hunjiang Jiao, was a martial arts master on the Jinfei National Road in the early years."

The young man trembled in fear and said in a voice as thin as a mosquito or fly: "Hasn't the Hunjiang Jiao Yang Yuan been killed by Lin Shu, the master of the Zhengrong Sect, Daxia Lin?"

No matter how subtle the young man's voice is, he thinks that others can't hear it, but in the ears of masters such as Hu Xinfeng and Yang Yuan, the "heavy words" are clearly audible.

Hu Xinfeng turned around and said angrily: "Sui Wenfa, don't talk nonsense! Quickly apologize to Senior Yang!"

The handsome young man bowed and apologized again.

Today is the second time he has apologized to someone.

Yang Yuan stretched out a hand and said with a smile: "Let's go and chat inside. I hope the old minister of the Sui Dynasty of Wuling Kingdom will give me this little face."

The old man surnamed Sui breathed a sigh of relief. It's okay if we didn't start killing him right away. Scenes of bloody flesh and blood are often seen in books, but the old man has never seen them with his own eyes.

Now that the other party has recognized his identity and called himself Lao Shilang, maybe things will turn around.