The man took off his bamboo hat and squinted at Konghou: "You little girl really can't speak."
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Konghou smiled obediently and apologized, "Uncle who sells salted fish, why are you here?"
"I'm a fisherman and buy fish. I don't wander around the beach anymore, where can I go?" Uncle Xianyu hung his hat around his waist, and as soon as he took a step, the hat bumped against his knees. He glanced at Huan Zong and Kong Hou with the corner of his eye, "Tell me why you are here first?"
"We heard that there is a legend of dragons here in Wuwanghai, so let's take a look." Konghou looked at Uncle Xianyu with burning eyes, "Uncle, you often fish at sea, have you ever seen a dragon?"
"Dragon?" Xianyu sneered inexplicably, "I haven't seen it before."
"What are you guys doing standing at the door? If you want to go in, go in. Don't block the way. Good dogs won't block the way." Diligently, be careful that our ancestors take care of you."
"Jin Dan... Patriarch?" Konghou looked at the gatekeeper with a sullen face, "when did Jin Dan feel embarrassed to be called Patriarch?"
The gatekeeper was furious, thinking that Konghou's remarks were the greatest offense to the hall master, and on the spot he pulled out the knife tied to his waist: "I think you are courting death."
When the people around the city gate saw this, they fled in panic, and even knelt down when they were timid.
Konghou originally had the mentality of having fun, but seeing how frightened the local ordinary people were, he guessed that the local cultivator must have suppressed the ordinary people very hard, otherwise the people would not have reacted in this way.
Thinking of the people in Yongcheng, not only did they dare to take the initiative to greet them, but even when there were cultivators watching, they didn't flinch, and it was almost the instinct of the people of Yongcheng to find the ideal place to watch the fun.
Relying on a certain degree of cultivation, they unscrupulously treat ordinary people as people. What is the use of this kind of cultivator? !
Without even thinking about it, Kong Hou kicked the gatekeeper with his foot. The gatekeeper only felt as if he had been hit by a big hammer.
How could the two monks whose cultivation level was only in the Qi-refining stage could stand a kick from a monk in the distraction stage. The two of them lay on the ground without moving, and passed out.
"Gu, girl." An old man with gray hair and a wrinkled face walked over, hunched over his waist, "Hurry up, run away, the head of the Golden Dragon Hall is very cruel and loves beauty, you are so handsome, if he finds out , but how can it be good?" After saying this, she saw the people from the Golden Dragon Gate rushing towards this way from a distance, and hurriedly covered her face and ran away, not daring to stay any longer.
"It's really the king of Chiqian, the little devil in the temple is big." Konghou rolled up his sleeves and put his hands on his hips and said, "Don't worry about the golden dragon and the silver dragon, my sister's good things are coming, and it's hard to see blood, so I can only beat them half to death and tie them up. Hand it over to the ten major sects."
Uncle Xianyu glanced at Konghou's exposed slender arm, then glanced at her behind and took a few steps back. The two men who were about to give the venue to her for a fight sat against the wall and pulled out a water radish weakly. gnawed.
Huan Zong glanced at him sideways, and moved his feet five steps to the side. This position was just enough to prevent Uncle Xianyu from suddenly attacking Konghou. His pace was random, as if he just took a few steps at random.
Lin Hu noticed Huan Zong's movements, and couldn't help but glance at the middle-aged man sitting under the wall. Although this man's footsteps were strong and powerful, he was more like a strong ordinary person than a monk. But when ordinary people see monks fighting, even if they are not afraid, they should not be as calm as him. He is not afraid of being affected by the aura of magic, nor is he afraid of being angered, as if everything has nothing to do with him.
It looks ordinary, but it's really weird.
The people of Jinlongtang rushed to the gate of the city and saw their fellow disciple who was lying on the ground not knowing whether to live or die.
The Golden Dragon Hall has been stationed here for hundreds of years, and there are almost no other cultivators in the town. They have long been used to the high life, and they have forgotten that there are many powerful monks in other places. destroy.
"As a cultivator, you should guard the common people, not take the common people as fish and meat." Konghou looked at these brilliance Jinlongtang cultivators, "The disciples of the top ten sects are higher than you, and the sects are stronger than you, but they act better than you. mild."
Jinlongtang cultivator actually laughed when he heard Konghou's words: "Which family raised this young lady, and even used the ten major sects to scare us. The ten major sects are all located in places where the land is fertile and aura is abundant, how do they know about us? This kind of bitter and cold place? It is useless to use the ten major sects to scare us. We have worked hard for many years for the sake of silk and satin and delicious food. These ordinary people are born lowly, and it is their fate that they can be our servants. , it's just that they didn't open their spiritual orifices and couldn't embark on the path of cultivation. In this world, people pay attention to the weak and the strong. Rather than sympathizing with these ordinary people who have a low life, it is better to follow the lord to keep you young and beautiful. Always. This little white face around you is good-looking, but after ten or twenty years, he is just a bad old man... "
"You're wrong, even twenty years later, he will still be a good-looking old man. Unlike you trash, even if you live for hundreds of years, you will never look good." Kong Hou took off his hairpin, and the hairpin turned into water in his hand. Shuangjian, she raised her chin, "But you just said it well, the weak eat the strong."
A bunch of qi-refining cultivators face off against distraction-period cultivators, what will the final result be
These monks wore brocade, but they were ordinary clothes without any defensive function. Kong Hou beat these people to the ground within three moves. She kicked the ugly-faced cultivator who just called Huan Zong a little white-faced, "Is it fun to lean on the strong and bully the weak?"
The ugly-faced monk vomited blood and shook his head.
Kong Hou turned his head slightly and smiled sweetly: "I think it's quite funny."
She turned to look at Huan Zong: "Huan Zong, let's go to the gym. I'm so old and I've never done such a thing before. You go with me."
"Okay." Huan Zong nodded and walked to Konghou's side, holding hands with her.
Lin Hu: "..."
What's the point of doing such a thing? He turned his head and glanced at the people who were huddled together outside the city gate to watch the excitement, his eyes swept under the city wall, and the man eating the carrots had disappeared.
Looking at Huan Zong and Konghou who were holding hands in front of him, he sighed, where is this going to play in the gym, it is clearly holding hands to have fun.
He took out a binding instrument and tied all the disciples of Jinlongtang together. The people who were extremely frightened watched this scene, and the fear on their faces did not disappear. They don't know who the people who defeated Jinlongtang are, and they don't know if these people are as bad as Jinlongtang, or worse.
The Golden Dragon Hall is very easy to find, because in a group of low-rise houses, tall and rich houses are particularly conspicuous. There may be a fanatical worship of dragons in this gate. Not only are there dragons carved on the walls, dragon patterns are coiled on the pillars, and even the vermilion gate is also carved with two dragons playing with beads.
Konghou was dizzy at the overwhelming dragon pattern, he turned his head and asked Lin Hu, "Senior Lin, you are well-informed, how do you kick the hall in a more imposing manner and break the gate with one kick?"
Lin Hu took a deep breath and said, "Miss Konghou, I'm not familiar with such things as kicking a gym." As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a "bang", and the door of the Golden Dragon Hall collapsed. Lin Hu turned his head to look and saw that the young master slowly retracted the Longyin Sword. He said to Miss Konghou gently, "Kicking the door will hurt your feet."
Looking at this scene in a stunned manner, Lin Hu felt that he was about to suffocate.
"Senior Lin?" Kong Hou walked into the door, turned his head and saw Lin Hou still standing there in a daze, "Kicking the gym is fun, why don't you come too."
Looking at Konghou's expression of "Lele alone is not as good as everyone else", and having something good to share with everyone, Lin Hu silently turned his eyes to Huan Zong, really wondered who between the son and the girl Konghou was wrong who
He wiped his face and followed in with a straight face.
As a sect of self-cultivation, although the Golden Dragon Hall is too small to even count as a local snake, there are also some defensive circles on the door. It was split open by Huan Zong's sword, and countless disciples rushed over.
The disciples watched as three people in brocade and Chinese attire walked in. The door of their house was cut into two sections, the cuts were neat, and the defensive array was different. They swallowed and took a few steps back together.
Among the disciples, an old man wearing a low-level robe stood up and cupped his hands: "I don't know where the masters came from, and what advice do you have for the lower sect?"
"Come and bully the weak." Kong Hou pulled out the Shui Frost sword and lifted his chin.
The old man's face changed, and he held the natal magic weapon in his hand: "Girl, you are kidding, you and I are both monks, why are you aggressive?"
"You monks are the same people as the people outside, why do you oppress them?" Konghou glanced at the old man, who had established the Great Perfection cultivation base.
Oh, there is no one who can fight.
"It turns out that the fairy is here for the people in the city." She was called "girl" just now, but the fairy changed her name to "fairy". This old man is more interesting than the disciples just now. He couldn't see Konghou's cultivation, but he could recognize that the sword in the opponent's hand was a superb artifact. This sword alone was worth more than their entire sect. I don't know which almighty disciple suddenly ran here, I just hope that these young masters and young ladies will be more pure-hearted, and they can cover up this matter.
"How can you believe the words of these trolls?" the old man said, "In winter they want us to help go to sea, and in summer they want us to help dry the fishing gear. If you are a little dissatisfied, they will say that our monks are bullying people. Here's aura. It's thin, if it weren't for our sect who built a church here for thousands of years, they would have moved away long ago. As the saying goes, there are many troublesome people in poor mountains and bad waters.
"You mean I misunderstood?" Konghou turned his head to look at Huan Zong, Huan Zong grabbed with five fingers, and the talking old man flew to them involuntarily. Huan Zong put his hand on the man's Tianling cover, swept the memory in his mind with his divine sense, and threw the man out in disgust.
The old man passed out without even humming.
"Those who do evil, rhetoric and eloquent, will die." Huan Zong wiped his hands with a handkerchief, his eyes were as cold as ice, "Let your hall master get out."
Seeing that the elder was powerless to fight back in front of these three people, the remaining disciples were so frightened that they couldn't stand still. On weekdays, they do a lot of evil and oppress countless people, but in the face of death, they have no manners.
"The visitors are guests, but the three are probably unwelcome evil guests." The old voices came from all directions, "My Golden Dragon ancestor has the blood of the Golden Dragon, even if it is not good now, I can't tolerate such insults by a few yellow-haired children. , are the three of you trying to get along with the old man?"
The voice fell, and the speaker had already appeared. This person has white hair and yellow beard. He is wearing a brocade robe with embroidered golden dragon patterns on his body and a crown of nine dragons playing beads on his head. There is a faint flicker of magic light, and those who don't know it think he is a human emperor. Behind him was a short, fat man in a black robe. This man had a shaved head, a shiny forehead, and was full of evil spirits.
However, the suffocating energy in his body disappeared without a trace the moment he saw Huan Zong. He took a few steps back and flew away. Unexpectedly, just as he took a step out, the Longyin Sword flew in front of him, and the icy sword qi pointed between his brows, and the pain was like tearing flesh.
"Xianchang, Xianchang." The black-robed man retracted his feet and bowed to Huan Zong again and again, "I haven't seen him for many years, but the appearance of Xianchang is still the same, and the light shines..."
Huan Zong frowned: "Shut up."
The man in black robe didn't dare to make a sound, hugged his fat belly and shrunk into a ball.
"Senior Lin, who is this person?" Konghou was a little surprised, why was this person so frightened when he saw Huan Zong.
"Do you still remember Venerable White who came to seek revenge for us for his apprentice?" Lin Hu put his arms around his chest, "He is Venerable White's brother, Venerable Hei."
"Then the two of them really don't have brotherhood." Konghou laughed dryly, "Didn't this Black Venerable clamor to lead the evil cultivators to attack the cultivation world and avenge the White Venerable?" No wonder such a small Golden Dragon Hall dares to dare Treating ordinary people as human beings is extremely arrogant. It turns out that there is still an evil cultivator hidden in the sect.
"If the evil cultivator's words were taken seriously, the world would be at peace." Lin Hu sneered, "These evil cultivators don't care about feelings, but more about interests. Not to mention just dead brothers, even dead parents, it's not worth them. Go desperately. He yells for revenge, but he lives in such a place because he is afraid that after the young master kills Venerable White, he will come to kill him?"
"It's a brotherhood like shattered ice, it melts as soon as the sun shines." Konghou shook his head and sighed, seeing Venerable Hei who dared not let out the air under Huan Zong's sword, and said with some disgust, "With such a little courage, I still think about it. Who gave him the confidence to overthrow the world of self-cultivation?"
Lin Hu looked at Kong Hou's words in silence, but did not speak.
Miss Konghou did not know that when the young master was chasing the evil cultivator to kill and kill, the whole valley was stained with the blood of the cultivator. Since then, the son has become famous in the world of evil cultivators, and he is an existence that many evil cultivators dare not provoke.
There is no need to mention the past, not to mention that in the heart of Konghou girl, the son is perfect all over. If he talks too much about this cruel past, maybe the next person to be murdered by the son is himself.
Hall Master Jinlong never thought that the mysterious and powerful senior would be more frightened than a dog after seeing Huan Zong. With a plan in his mind, he turned his attention to Konghou. This female cultivator's footsteps are vain, and it seems that her cultivation base is very poor. If he can hold this female cultivator, maybe he can save his life.
With this kind of plan in mind, Hall Master Jinlong also moved. As a Jindan Dzogchen cultivator, he also had a few decent instruments on his body, and he immediately took it out and threw it at Konghou.
Who knew that the magic weapon just touched the corner of the other party's clothes, like a young man with broken wings, and his head fell off.
What's wrong, what happened
Hall Master Jinlong thought that there was a problem with the magic tool, so he gritted his teeth and threw the rest of the magic tool out. Who knows that the fate of these instruments is the same as that of the previous instruments, and they fell down weakly.
"Oh, is this a low-middle-level magic weapon?" Konghou kicked the magic weapon with his foot, turned his head and said to Lin Hu, "I have been in the cultivation world for so many years, and I have never used a middle-low-level magic weapon. ." She smashed the magic weapon on the ground with both feet, and winked innocently at Hall Master Jinlong: "I'm so sorry, I'm wearing a top-quality vest, this kind of middle-low-level magic weapon is useless to me."
Hall Master Jinlong only felt that his heart was cut by a knife, and his whole body hurt. Looking at the broken magic weapon, he had to endure the reluctance and anger in his heart, and his face was pale: "Who are you all?"
"As a sect in the realm of cultivation, you secretly take in evil cultivators. Is your Golden Dragon Hall a sect of evil cultivators, or is it a famous sect?" Kong Hou's expression became serious, she stared at Hall Master Jinlong, "As a disciple of the ten major sects, I You can only be handed over to the sect."
"The Ten Great Sects?!" Hall Master Jinlong looked at Konghou in horror, unable to believe that the disciples of the Ten Great Sects would come to their bitter cold place. Is there something wrong with the minds of these big sect disciples, so many spiritual mountains and lakes are not going, what are they doing here
"Master Zhongxi, Master Zhongxi, I just live here, I didn't kill anyone, really." Venerable Hei's face was pale, and he held his head in both hands, "For the sake of practicing hard, please forgive me. Bar."
Huan Zong ignored him and took out the immortal rope and tied him into a round fat meat.
Zhong and Zhong Xi are real people? The man in white with the sword turned out to be the real Zhong Xi
Even though this place is very remote, he has heard the name of the real person Zhong Xi. Hall Master Jinlong slumped on the ground. He was a bully in such a small corner, how did he meet the real Zhongxi? It's really God's death for his Golden Dragon Hall.
Kong Hou kicked the Jinlong Hall Master who was paralyzed into a ball: "Is it true that you say that your Jinlong Hall has the blood of the Golden Dragon?"
"I beg, I beg for mercy, Fairy." Hall Master Jinlong said with a weeping voice, "My sect is a small sect, how can there be any blood left by the golden dragon. When the ancestor established the sect, he was afraid that the sect would have no prestige, so he installed a few drops of carp. The blood is in the bottle, pretending to be dragon blood. In fact, carp blood is also considered half dragon blood, as long as it jumps over the dragon gate, isn't it a dragon?"
"Shut up, don't talk to me about this kind of nonsense." Konghou sealed the meridians of Hall Master Jinlong and said to Huan Zong: "We will stay here for a day now, and wait for someone to take these erring monks away before leaving."
"Don't worry, Miss Konghou, I have already sent a message to the sect. There are disciples of the Glazed Light Sect near Wuwanghai, and they will be able to come over tomorrow." Lin Hu said, "It's better to take a look in the city now. I don't know what these people have done to the people."
Kong Hou looked down at Hall Master Jinlong in disgust, and sighed after a long time, "I've lived to bully the weak all my life. What's the difference between living a thousand years and living a hundred years?"
It's a pity that people in Jinlongtang don't understand her words, and people who understand can't do such a thing.
All the people who made big mistakes in Jinlongtang were tied up. These people blamed each other and exposed each other's shortcomings. In the end, there were only a few people who were truly clean.
Hearing these people yelling at each other, Konghou only felt a pain in his head, so he handed these people over to Lin Hu, turned his head and dragged Huan Zong out of the Golden Dragon Hall.
The gate of the Golden Dragon Hall was destroyed, and the arrogant disciples did not come out to scold. Some daring local people secretly hid in the corner and watched, feeling both happy and worried. The happy thing is that these cancers have finally been eradicated, and the worry is that the people who eradicate the Golden Dragon Hall are even worse than the cultivators of the Golden Dragon Hall.
Konghou was walking on the street, and when he saw that most of the people here had a bitter look on their faces, and when he saw the gorgeous clothes, she and Huan Zong were even more frightened to avoid them, and didn't even dare to raise their eyes. It was already cool in the evening, but the children running on the street were naked, picking up the fallen vegetable leaves with their bare feet. Konghou even saw two children fighting over a vegetable leaf.
The golden dragon hall with carved beams and painted buildings and the people on this street seem to be two worlds.
"Go back." Seeing that her brows were getting tighter and tighter, Huan Zong stopped and said, "It's getting dark."
"Yeah." Kong Hou nodded, looking at these ordinary people with their backs hunched over, let Huan Zong hold hands, and returned to the Golden Dragon Hall.
The next morning, just as the sky was bright, the disciples of the Glazed Light Sect rushed over. Worrying that these disciples would be insufficiently cultivated, Venerable Hei would escape, Huan Zong destroyed the other party's spiritual platform and handed them over to a few respectful disciples.
"Leave two people to handle local affairs and let the people live a normal life as soon as possible. The other disciples will bring these people back to the sect." Huan Zong said, "I will not go with you, and be careful along the way."
"Yes." The disciples saluted respectfully, and specially bowed to Konghou, "Master Zhongxi, Master Konghou, Senior Lin, please take care."
So these disciples received a gift from Konghou.
Konghou would not doubt the ability of the disciples of the Glazed Light Sect to handle affairs at all. Looking at the rising sun in the early morning, she came over in a better mood and walked out of the gate of the Golden Dragon Hall with a smile on her face.
When she walked out of the city gate and was about to summon Feijian, she saw the uncle Xianyu who was helping others dry the fish, and she moved towards him.
"Uncle."
Uncle Xianyu drooped his eyelids and looked like he didn't wake up. He was still wearing yesterday's clothes, but the hat hanging around his waist was gone. Hearing Konghou calling him, he didn't turn his head and said, "Little girl, I don't sell dried salted fish today."
"I won't buy salted fish today." Kong Hou bent down and picked up the half-dried fish with a fishy smell, and placed them in the same way as uncle salted fish. "Uncle often goes out to sea?"
Uncle Xianyu saw that Konghou's fair and clean palms were stained with salt, and his eyes widened slightly: "Well."
"Then can I ask Uncle to go out to sea with us?" The sea is boundless and full of danger. Even a cultivator with a very high level of cultivation has to be cautious. It will be much more convenient to have people who often go to sea.
The action of drying the fish stopped, Uncle Xianyu raised his eyebrows and looked at Konghou, how could he still not wake up: "Do you want to find the dragon?"