Xu Fengnian casually threw away the useless sword that once claimed to cut jade like mud, and asked again: "Who allows you to say the word "sword?"
The devil Zhongli, who was used to being domineering on the Liuyi Mountain, grabbed the young swordsman's hand with both hands, and his legs were unable to pedal, as if they were twitching. After pinching, he felt startled. The energy in my whole body seems to be broken, and there is still no result in trying my best to accumulate energy. This is the real scary thing. If someone dared to be so rampant and rude, he would have to chop it into meat with a sword and feed it to the dog. Right now, this young man who is even more demonic than him is stronger than others, his face turned from red to sickly purple, and gasping for breath: "I heard that Li Chungang, a sword fairy in the Liyang Dynasty, once said that the word "sword comes" is me. I am a model swordsman for generations, so I steal what I learned and use it for stealing. If you are not dissatisfied in the slightest, I will not say this, I, Zhongli Handan, and I will never say these two words again in this life..."
Xu Fengnian let out a groan, raised his hand, and slapped the Immortal Master of the Caotang on the side of his head seemingly lightly, then a head was pulled out of his body, and after landing, he rolled away like a watermelon, and Xu Fengnian threw it away. The headless corpse laughed softly, "Jian and Lai are such common words, it must be very difficult for you to promise not to say them once, so I have to help you in order not to let you lose your promise."
The servant boy who had just handed the sword to Zhongli Handan, saw his master died suddenly, he didn't care about anything, and he didn't think about why the master died with one blow. Passing the famous sword of another servant holding a sword, after clanging and drawing the sword, he angrily scolded with red eyes: "You crazy country bastard, do you know that Immortal Master Zhongli is the next generation owner of my Shenmen thatched cottage? I'll cut your body apart, and you'll die without a place to die!"
The sword boy's sword attack in a fit of anger should not be underestimated in the eyes of Han Fang, Zhang Xiucheng and others who are not weak in martial arts. Xu Fengnian's five-fingered hook claw on his left hand flew back out of thin air with blood dripping all over his head, and happened to be split into two by the sword boy's sword, but all the spattered blood was bounced away by a layer of mirage. His face was covered in blood, his sword chopping melons and vegetables split the master's head, hovering three or four inches above the head of the sword-carrying scholar, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't chop off. Xu Fengnian slowly raised his arm, flicked his fingers, and the blade swung away, breaking free from the palm of the sword boy, and slapped him back on his fair cheek. A long red mark with the same width as the blade instantly appeared, and the sword grid was inlaid with a rare opal. After the ancient sword was released, it was strangely pulled back into Xu Fengnian's hands, cracked inch by inch, and smiled at the stunned sword boy: "I haven't even heard of the Shenmen thatched cottage, how can I know that the head under my feet is blooming?" Who is this waste? Your master just went to Huangquan Road. Since you are loyal, why not go with you? Otherwise, with your peerless swordsman demeanor who smashed Huashan Mountain with your sword, I believe that returning to the thatched cottage is also the fate of being buried."
Only then did Jiantong realize that there was a world of difference between the two sides, and he said no, but his body was kicked like a bow, he flew upside down five or six feet away, vomited blood and died.
Xu Fengnian then asked: "What do you want to say?"
Two groups of people with different standpoints in one square are all horrified and moved.
Hong Qian moved quietly, trying to escape from the right and wrong place. After cutting the flag, he had already severed his friendship with Zhongyi Zhaien, and there was no room for maneuver. How does the swordsman care about it? His master Zhang Xiucheng and the head of the family Han Fang are enough for him to eat a big pot before he sneaks to the edge of the square. Xu Fengnian turned around and stared at this grass bandit who spared no effort to climb his status, and smiled: " Master Hong, don’t rush to leave, the apricot-yellow flag was cut off by you, it’s just a grievance between you and the village, it has nothing to do with me, but I heard from Qing Zhuniang that when her man Zhuangzi was destroyed, it was you who kept his name incognito. Zhuangzi Qingguo for a month, and then cooperated with the inside and outside, afterward you stabbed the scholar to death with a single shot, and many pretty maids who used to joke with you in the past were all killed after you lifted their belts that night , since Zhongli Handan is dead, come, come, if you are lucky enough to win against me, Qingzhu Niang will be your plaything."
Hong Qian said bitterly and remorsefully: "Mr. Xu was joking, how dare Hong be disrespectful to you."
Taoist priest Zhang Xiucheng suddenly said loudly: "I implore Mr. Xu to leave this person with me! If you want to kill him afterwards, Zhang Xiucheng will never fight back. You are welcome!"
Xu Fengnian asked back: "You were at the restaurant at the foot of the mountain, didn't you want to cut off my head with a sword?"
Zhang Xiucheng calmly said: "As long as Mr. Xu is willing to let Zhongyi Village go, Zhang Xiucheng will kill Hong Qian, and he will apologise with death!"
Xu Fengnian smiled, and spread his hands to signal Zhang Xiucheng to let go of his hands and feet to fight and clean up the house.
Xu Fengnian glanced at the fluffy apricot-yellow-bottomed vermilion banner, and said to himself: "The government forced the people to rebel, there is nothing wrong with that, but after eating wine and meat, they changed from being unarmed to holding weapons. In the end, the people who killed the most were people like you, who is doing justice for whom?"
Xu Fengnian looked at the trembling thatched servants, pretending to be majestic, since even the king of the mountain is dead, what is there to be majestic? Xu Fengnian turned his head and said to Han Fang: "Master Han, how about borrowing seven or eight horses to go with me to the Shenmen thatched cottage to see the fairyland on earth?"
Han Fang clasped her fists and said loudly: "Mr. Han dare not disobey!"
Several loyal bandits from the village tremblingly brought over a dozen fine horses from the stables, for fear that this handsome man, who was even more devilish than the devil, thought the horses were too few for his eyesight, so he would slaughter them all together. died. Hong Qian had already been entangled by Zhang Xiucheng, and there were still a few strong men standing still, forming an encircling circle. Facing Zhang Xiucheng, an unnamed disciple of the Daodezong who had become famous for a long time, Hong Qian had no chance of winning, and most of his martial arts were taught by Zhang Xiucheng. His shortcomings were obvious, he was targeted everywhere, and he was stretched thin. Seeing the opportunity, Fang Dayi, who was eyeing a tiger, swung his ax and cut a big gash in Hong Qian's back. Hong Qian no longer had the strength to scold the black bull for not saying anything According to the rules, at this moment, Xu Fengnian, who had just taken the reins and was about to jump on the horse, swept past, pulled the four-character flag for the sky in his hand, and ran behind Fang Dayi, slapped his back with one hand, as strong as a bear. Before the man fell down, his head was wrapped by the flag, like a rice dumpling, slowly smothered to death.
The breeze blew in the square, but it made everyone fall into the ice cellar.
After Zhang Xiucheng pierced his chest with a sword, Hong Qian laughed and said, "Good death! I died very happily! I will still be a man with a handle in my next life. I just hope that God will let Han Fang and Zhang Xiucheng all of you become women..."
Before he could finish his last words, Zhang Xiucheng stabbed his heart and lungs with a sword.
Xu Fengnian glanced at the apricot-eyed Taoist, and calmly said: "For the sake of Qing Zhuniang's saying that you are still a bit of a fairy, let me save your life, what should I do in the future, wait for me and Master Han to return." Make a decision."
Unexpectedly, this Taoist priest was also decisive, swiped away the blood from the tip of the sword, held up a mahogany sword upside down, bowed his head, and said bluntly: "Don't bother, Zhang Xiucheng is willing to go to that thatched cottage with Mr. Xu."
Xu Fengnian coldly ordered the servants in the thatched cottage, "Bring along Zhongli Handan's two heads."
A group of people rode to Changle Peak, which was less than an hour's horsepower away. There was actually a magnificent carriage outside Zhongyi Village, but Xu Fengnian didn't take it, so no one would dare to make a mistake.
Most of the sect houses that are qualified to occupy mountains as kings are considered to be as rich as two feet of gold. The distant ones are like Longhu Mountain and Huishan Xuanyuan across the river, and the closer ones are like Qingyang Palace. They have thousands of believers. Speaking of suzerains and the like, even some miscellaneous fish characters, they all rise high and high, and they are too godly. In the eyes of ordinary people, they only feel that the clouds cover the fog, and they naturally feel awe. This Shenmen thatched cottage is a well-deserved king of the mountain in Liuyi Mountain, and the devil in front of him is pulled by his neck like a wild duck. Claiming to be an immortal master, his strength can be ranked among the top five in the thatched cottage. A few years ago, it was rumored that he was close to the second rank. According to the trivial details that Xu Fengnian learned from Qing Zhuniang, the thatched cottage probably has two second-rank realms, that is, small masters. As far as the state is concerned, it is indeed not bad. The owner of the thatched cottage is surnamed Shen, and this surname Zhongli is the disgraceful illegitimate son of the owner of the house. However, the talent in martial arts is not bad. He is expected to be promoted to the second-rank realm before the age of forty. It doesn't hurt or itches anymore. The strong soldier is the king. This is an iron law that has come from ancient times. It works everywhere in the government and the opposition. The reason why the thatched cottage of the Shen family was given the hat of the Demon Sect is because the thatched cottage is good at housework and esoteric double cultivation. In the final analysis, as long as it is related to the joy of fish and water, the thatched cottage is proficient. If the children of the Shen family go down the mountain, they will either kill their parents. Seizing the young cauldron, or escorting the mature cauldron to the dignitaries, or even having business dealings with some clansmen of two surnames in the Beimang imperial account, this is also the root of the thatched cottage's wealth. It has always been denounced as evil and heretical, but some orthodox supernatural powers born out of Buddhist and Taoist classics are not distorted at all. This is probably the key to the generation of pillars of Shen's martial arts.
Han Fang kept silent, riding a horse at night beside the scholar.
It's just that his mind was flustered. Since he was hanging up his sword to study abroad, he slapped Zhongli Demon's head off before he even drew his sword. Wouldn't he have attained a second-rank realm? ! How many years has this scholar who called himself Xu Lang been crowned? To have such unattainable and terrifying strength, Han Fang only felt that she was more angry than others, but she was not optimistic about Xu Lang going to the Shenmen thatched cottage. Like a boy holding a sword, he said no and died on the spot, but how to weigh the pros and cons after arriving in the thatched cottage is a bit of a headache, among other things, there are two old Shen family worshippers in the thatched cottage, who have been in the second-rank realm for a long time , Mr. Xu, with the sword behind him still unsheathed, is he not hesitating his life? Still confident
Zhang Xiucheng followed behind, but felt that this scholar was so hostile!
It is like the ink grinded from a high-grade ancient inkstone, it is extremely thick.
In Xu Fengnian's hand is holding a saber brought by the sword boy. It imitates the bronze sword of Dongyue Jianchi. It is thick and black lacquered, with a simple atmosphere. Play, the sound is crisp and melodious. He suddenly asked: "Fang Dayi and his like, in the middle of the city, they like to kill people with an axe without asking any questions, so they can only enjoy themselves without any intolerance?"
Han Fang laughed at herself and was about to speak. Zhang Xiucheng took the lead and said: "The desperadoes like Fang Dayi and Hongqian were not soft-hearted and kind people before they went up the mountain. They were all murderers without batting an eyelid. This is like the so-called murder of children and adoptive mothers lying on the ice to beg carp in the twenty-four filial piety of the Central Plains. They are all crazy and unreasonable. , causing their family to be ruined, their wives to be separated, and they were chased and killed by the officers and soldiers, and they had to enter the stockade to become bandits. How loyal you are, in the final analysis, it depends on the reckless people like Fang Dayi, who are more literate and quick-witted, and few are willing to hang themselves on a tree. , it was these brothers with knowledge and ink in their bellies who were scattered, and after they voted for other families, they turned their heads and did harm to Zhongyi Village, and they spared no effort. Of course, not everyone is like this. Many brothers who did not form cliques to build a mountain when they arrived on the mountain, after they came down from the mountain in despair, they all showed affection and righteousness to Zhongyi Village. It was a good get-together and a good break-up."
Xu Fengnian nodded, and said: "At the foot of the mountain, I learned a lot from Qing Zhuniang about how to run the village. I know how difficult it is for you."
Zhang Xiucheng couldn't help scolding his mother, please don't ask for advice, you big devil, you have such fierce and incomparable martial arts, so why don't you want to learn from us and build a village for fun
Zhang Xiucheng's heart felt hot, could it be that Liuyi Mountain is about to change its sky
Han Fang also had a tacit understanding, the two knew each other, their eyes flashed as soon as they touched each other, and everything was kept silent.
A sword boy who picked up the luxurious and famous sword inlaid with opal stones in the square came galloping, and said anxiously, "My lord, someone is sneaking away!"
In fact, Xu Fengnian had already learned the truth by identifying the sound of horseshoes, so he turned his head and looked away without any hassle.
Probably learned seven or eight points from his master, the ruthless sword boy used a sword as a dagger, and took the opportunity to stab Xu Fengnian's neck. Even Han Fang and Zhang Xiucheng didn't expect this sword boy to be so bold, and his strong temper was even more obvious.
Xu Fengnian lightly threw away the bronze sword in his hand, stuck it in the back of the fleeing servant, and fell off his horse.
He easily twisted the tip of the sword with two fingers, and the two horses were still driving side by side. Xu Fengnian didn't kill the killer immediately, but just drew the expensive sword, and then said with a smile: "Go, go to the corpse and pull that sword back. As for whether to escape or not, it's up to you."
Jiantong stood dumbfounded on the spot, then broke down and cried loudly.
Xu Fengnian turned the sword upside down, kicked it away, and the sword boy who was about to draw the sword flew out like a kite and hit the mountain wall, dying of breath.
Zhang Xiucheng kept silent like a cicada.
This devil's temperament is more treacherous and unpredictable than his means.
Xu Fengnian, who was sitting on his horse as stable as a mountain, threw the sword to Han Fang, put his hands in his sleeves, narrowed his Danfeng eyes and looked at the road ahead.
I remember the shabby years when I saw thieves with knives and sticks as the enemy of life and death. Every time I went over the mountains, a little girl who aspired to be a heroine would happily shout that the king asked me to patrol the mountains. Yo Beishan, I still remember Yo Yo Yo at the end of every time.
Xu Fengnian calmly said: "If you, a heroine, know that going up the mountain is just to kill people, will you still recognize me as a good buddy?"