As soon as he got on the main road, Qingqing suddenly ran away and lost his direction. When he turned around, he realized that all the pedestrians on the road had given way to both sides, leaving a wide and spacious avenue. Before Qingqing could find his way, he heard the sound of horse hooves behind him.

There was a loud sound, and someone shouted:

"Get out of the way!"

Sure enough, a large group of people and horses were coming at a gallop. The leading horse was unable to stop its hooves and kicked up dust and rushed straight in front of Qing Qing. It jumped back lightly and skillfully. Although the horse came faster, it was not faster than Qing Qing's leap.

He immediately stepped aside and moved to the side of the road. When Qingqing was still standing in the air, Ziqin had already rushed over and pulled his disciple in front of him.

Ziqin frowned: "There are so many people and the road is so dangerous, why do you run so fast?" Qingqing also forgot how she ran away just now, so she blinked and stopped talking. She saw her master rubbing her head and fingertips.

Still trembling slightly, Qingqing smiled and said: "It's just a horse that has gone crazy. What can happen to my disciple?"

Hearing Qingqing say this, Ziqin was stunned for a moment, then fell silent.

He had just ridden the man on horseback, and when he saw that his horse had not hurt anyone, he let out a long sigh of relief. Unexpectedly, before he could even finish his breath, the horse under him suddenly let out a long cry, stopped running suddenly, and raised his head.

The hooves and the reins were suddenly taken off his hands. Before he could react, he felt that his body was in the air, and his upper body was flying in the air uncontrollably.

With a "bang" sound, the horseman fell heavily on the stone floor and rolled several times before he came to a stop.

"It's your grandma's..." The groom kept yelling and cursing as he climbed up. The collision was not light: it was not clear where he hit the ground first, but half of his arm was twisted into a weird shape.

He couldn't move for a while. A big green lump bulged on his forehead, and blood kept coming out of his nose, which was mixed with the dust and gravel on the ground. Before the man could finish his sentence, suddenly something on his lips

He braked suddenly and his feet stood still involuntarily.

Taking a closer look, he saw a figure standing next to his horse, still holding the reins that had just flown out.

It turned out that it was this man who held the horse with one hand while it was running fast? With such natural power, not to mention the cavalry following behind were all shocked, even the people watching on the roadside burst out with exclamations of exclamation.

I really don’t know what this horse puller is thinking. He has such natural supernatural power, but he wants to rush into the middle of the road and pull the fast horse, causing the man on the horse to fall so far. Even if he is frightened by this man’s rare arm strength,

After a jump, the groom couldn't help but get angry. He stepped forward, pointed at the man's nose and cursed: "Are you blind or tired of living? Can't you see this horse running!"

The man who just pulled the reins was very short, with a height of only five feet, and disheveled hair. He looked like a beggar. Unexpectedly, this man's eyes were fierce, and his mouth did not give in at all: "How fast this horse can run, how can you?"

You don't know that as a horseman? Or are you blind and tired of living, and you want this beast to die before you stop?"

Hearing the words "life", Qingqing understood in her heart that this short beggar was avenging herself, so she felt a sense of gratitude in her heart.

Unexpectedly, the horseman was so stubborn and unreasonable that he did not restrain his arrogance at all. He even said in a loud voice: "When did someone die? Why didn't I see it? Besides, what if?

I really had to risk my life and had to rush under this horse's hooves. Is it my precious horse's fault?"

"Fart!" the beggar said very rudely, "The water and dry roads in the West Lake are all used by people, there are no animals running rampant!"

"You're the one farting!" The two people were arguing.

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Stop, the spit flies in the middle of the road, and the voice can reach the sky, "Who doesn't know that today is the day when the 'Fairy of Hundred Flowers' is paraded through the streets. Everyone has moved out of the way, and it is my horse's turn to go!"

When he saw the horseman on horseback crossed his arms and looked confident, the little beggar coughed and spat on the bright and smooth fur of the white horse. The horse was frightened and didn't know what happened, and let out another cry.

Neighing.

The beggar just heard a cold "hum": "What a powerful 'Fairy of Hundred Flowers'! It turns out that there are loyal ministers and righteous men standing on both sides of Miyu West Lake to clear the way for an actor!"

"Who are you scolding?" Hearing that the little beggar was scolding his master, the groom couldn't bear it. He stepped forward and raised his whip to hit him all over the face. Just as the whip was raised high in the air, the crowd suddenly heard

In the middle, there was a delicate cry:

"stop!"

The riding whip created a stream of wind and fell with a sound. Unexpectedly, the beggar in ragged clothes was no ordinary person. He raised his hand to fish it out and held the slender whip firmly in his hand.

Looking carefully, I don’t know what kind of magic the beggar has learned. It seems that there is an inner force flowing along the whip to the other end. The groom’s hand is tightly sucked to the handle of the whip, and he can’t let go.

He couldn't even fight, his face was red from suppressing it, even his facial features were squeezed together, and he was about to moan.

Among the crowd, I don’t know who turned back first, and then exclaimed in a low voice:

"Oh my god..."

Following this exclamation, those people who had just stared at the horseman and the beggar struggling with each other with bright eyes, and even clapped their hands in applause, all turned around and ignored the fight on the roadside. On the contrary, they moved out of the way.

, the people lined up on both sides fell silent one after another, turned around one by one, and looked at the direction from which the delicate shout had just come.

A slender hand was holding the sedan curtain, and the onion-like nails shimmered in the setting sun.

The first thing that caught Qingqing's eyes was the breeze blowing by, which happened to reveal a corner of the hair of the person in the sedan chair. Perhaps in his panic, his hair was knocked into a mess, but he still saw a few thin strands of hair floating around.

In front of the forehead, it seems as if it is lingering and shrouded in fragrant mist.

Then her red lips were just a little bit like a budding flower, reflected in the green cloud-like broken hair of the person in the sedan.

Finally there are those eyes.

A pair of eyes filled with water were lightly reflected in the color of the sunset. Two cold stars were dotted on the black pupils, falling towards the swarming crowd, seeming to melt every inch of obsession and love into one pool.

The deepest part of the autumn water. It wasn't until I blinked my eyes that the two curved crescent eyebrows were revealed, growing faintly into the temples.

After a moment of silence, I saw half of the street looking at me. The girl in the sedan was startled and quickly closed the curtain of the sedan. Immediately afterwards, I heard exclamations one after another on the street:

"So beautiful!" "So beautiful..."

The horseman who was leading the way could not help but feel a little hardened when he saw the onlookers looking so frightened. When the beggar turned his head, he snatched the whip back. Then he walked towards the horseman carrying the sedan.

The followers waved their hands:

"Let's all go, what are you waiting for!"

Then he stretched out his hand and pushed the beggar, causing him to stagger a few steps and almost fall into the crowd. People beat gongs and drums, and the street became lively again. Baihua Fairy's carriage moved forward, and the crowd was like a tide.

There was only half a stick of incense, and the quarreling and fighting beggars were forgotten.

Qingqing was mixed in with the crowd, so was Ben

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He stretched his neck, wanting to take a look at what the "Fairy of Hundreds of Flowers" who was praised by the world looked like. After taking a look at it, he felt that it was not very interesting. He really didn't know why everyone was so anxious, so he pulled the master over and the two of them worked hard.

Da Jin walked against the crowd and walked onto the wide road.

Turning his head, the little beggar, who had almost started a fight, was still standing there blankly, his eyes fixed on the retreating crowd.

Qingqing only said that he was not happy in the quarrel just now, and he was holding back a breath of anger that he could not let out. He faced this man who was a stranger to him, but he stepped forward and grabbed the galloping horse. He felt a little bit in his heart.

I wanted to say thank you, so I stepped forward and said:

"Just now...thank you."

The beggar squinted his eyes: "Thank me for what?"

Slightly leaning forward, Qing Qing bowed and said, "If it hadn't been for a good man to hold the horse back, I'm afraid that this junior would have had his legs kicked off by that hoof right now."

"Come on!" Unexpectedly, the beggar actually waved his hand, "Looking at your kung fu skills, even if I don't hold the horse back, I won't be able to get even a hair on you!" Seeing Qingqing's surprised look, the beggar just continued: "I can't do anything.

I just can't stand the style of the West Lake people, and I just want to use that majestic riding servant to vent my anger!"

After hearing this, Qing Qing looked at the man again. He was really staring at the back of the horse and carriage of "Fairy Baihua" fiercely, and a cold snort came out of his nose from time to time. He couldn't help but feel strange, so

He rolled up his sleeves and raised his hand, as if asking for advice:

"Juniors don't understand the reason. I wonder if a good man would be willing to give me some advice?"

The beggar raised his eyelids, glanced at Ziqin behind Qingqing, and then at Qingqing's face. He shook his head impatiently. He swallowed and then spoke again: "Look, you two are both learning the same thing."

A master of martial arts. And the person behind the girl is an even more powerful master, right?"

Hearing this, Qingqing looked at his master and smiled secretly: "This person is so powerful. How come you can tell at a glance that master is much better than me?"

"That's true." The beggar continued, "Logically speaking, it's not my little beggar's turn to worry about the other things that the masters of their music and instruments have to worry about. But who knew - ah!"

Having said this, the beggar clenched his fists and punched his thigh hard, his expression twisted in pain, as if he was remembering something he regretted so much.

"Who would have thought that our leader, Xihu, would have such an unexpected incident before he could accomplish anything important! If it weren't for those damn Linghu demons, who have been causing harm to the world for a long time, and even used cunning tactics to kill the leader Wen of Xihu...

Ashamed, ah ashamed, the man could not help the master and seek revenge on Dongshan Mountain, but instead sighed here. But what about West Lake, what about the people in West Lake? Everyone has forgotten! They have long made their oath to avenge the master's shame.

Forgot! It can actually tolerate a beast of an actor lifting his chin to the sky in broad daylight..."

Before he could finish speaking, Qingqing's palms were already pressed on the white jade flute, and her eyes gradually turned cold.

Ziqin held Qingqing's hand and signaled her not to move it lightly, but she did not want to listen to the indignant beggars on the street shouting endlessly. She was holding Qingqing and turned around to leave, but Qingqing suddenly turned her head.

, asked the beggar:

"I dare to ask senior, there are many grievances and grievances in the world, why doesn't the world like the descendants of Dongshan Linghu?"

"Don't like it? I hate it so much!" The beggar covered his chest, his red eyeballs about to burst out, "The Linghu family's own ancestor, Head Mo Chen, has already established the rules. If Linghu's disciples one day

Going down the mountain, all the sects in the rivers and lakes can gather together to attack!

Today is the time to fulfill this rule!"

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