As early as when the table was served, Hong Qigong noticed the unusual dark red long knife that Dongzhang placed beside the table. He has traveled around the world all year round and has learned about the widely circulated incident that happened in the ancient tomb a few years ago.
Naturally, we have heard about big events.
I also know that there is another demon king with unpredictable strength in the world, a mysterious man who can kill all the heroes with one sword and make them fearful.
Hong Qigong had a lot of experience. When he first saw the long sword next to Dongzhang, he had already vaguely guessed its identity. How could he, who was always known for his righteousness, not come to test it out?
But unexpectedly, the moment they met, both parties recognized each other. They were still 'old acquaintances', so Hong Qigong had to reframe the next conversation.
It has to be said that every master has his disciples. Both Guo Jing and Hong Qigong are warm-hearted and have the character traits of fighting against injustice and encouraging others to do good.
Glancing at the girl whose face was flushed with excitement, Hong Qigong knew that now was not the time to communicate with Dongzhang, and Dongzhang naturally knew that the former leader of the Beggar Clan, who had never seen a dragon, could not come to him for no reason.
It's his own, but if he doesn't tell Dongzhang, he won't take the initiative to ask.
He also sat quietly in his seat, chewing on his own dried fish, and would have a drink with Hong Qigong from time to time.
Different from the calmness of these two people, Lu Yingluo, who was sitting across from him, was extremely excited at the moment. After learning the true identity of Hong Qigong, his eyes never left this legendary figure, and his eyes were almost starry-eyed.
Dongzhang also secretly felt funny when he saw this. Is it so exaggerated...
Lu Yingluo did not realize the profound meaning of what Hong Qigong said earlier. After all, many elders also like to say modest and encouraging words to young people. The scope of young people is very wide, so naturally he also included himself in it.
One of them responded stupidly and loudly to Hong Qigong: "Well, Luo'er will work hard, and grandpa is not old either."
Hong Qigong naturally smiled and nodded without saying a word, while Dong Zhang didn't say anything during the whole process.
No better than Lu Yingluo who knew nothing, the other two people at the table knew the meaning of this sentence. If Hong Qigong is a great god in the world, then to put it bluntly, he is sitting opposite Lu Yingluo.
This young man is a little god.
The young people Hong Qigong mentioned were actually alluding to Dong Zhang. Yes, there has always been no shortage of young people in this world, but if you want to find someone like Guo Jing who meets you once in a century, you can count them on your fingers.
In the past ten years, the only person who can compete with the older generation of strong men is Guo Jing.
It wasn't until the birth of Dong Zhang that the dilemma of the world was broken. Not long ago, Hong Qigong met Huang Yaoshi by chance and heard about a young man with unpredictable power from him. Although the two only talked briefly, they said goodbye in a hurry.
, but Huang Yaoshi has always been full of praise for this man's strength, so Hong Qigong also secretly paid attention to him.
Although Dongzhang is not well-known in the world, in the eyes of the older generation, he is already the well-deserved uncrowned king. He is said to be a minor god because he has not yet had an unprecedented record to prove that he can reach the top of the god.
position, but without exception, he now has a ticket to the top seat.
This has been personally acknowledged by many of the old five masters, but it lacks a battle, a battle between the new king and the old king.
Hong Qigong knew that this day would come sooner or later, so he was worried that Dong Zhang would become the next Xi Du, which would be a catastrophe to the martial arts world.
That night.
Lu Yingluo had already fallen asleep peacefully with a satisfied smile. In the next room, Dongzhang was drinking a glass of wine by the candlelight on the table. The window directly opposite was wide open, and from time to time there was a slight night breeze blowing through the room.
The candlelight kept flickering.
A figure was lying comfortably on the roof directly above Dongzhang, with his right foot resting on his left leg, one hand resting on his head and the other holding a wine gourd, gazing at the moonlight in the horizon while leisurely drinking a little wine.
"Little brother, it's a long night and it's lonely drinking alone. Why don't you come up and have a drink with the old beggar."
Hong Qigong's voice came steadily into Dongzhang's room. Hearing the sound, Dongzhang's lips raised slightly. He sat calmly on the chair and waved his right hand casually. A gentle wind of his palm lit up several candlelights in the room.
extinguished.
Pointing his toes to the ground, the person silently slipped out of the window like a ghost. He jumped out of the window and grabbed the eaves with one palm of his barb, doing a backflip and floated to the roof.
A gust of wind suddenly appeared on the empty roof as Dong Zhang appeared silently, blowing his clothes and hair in all directions, like a ghostly ghost.
Hong Qigong noticed that Dong Zhang came up without making a sound. You must know that the tiles on the roof are very crisp. Let alone an adult, even a child will inevitably make a crisp sound when he steps on them. But Dong Zhang
Like a weightless ghost.
Stepping on bricks and tiles was like stepping on cotton and there was no movement at all. This astonishing Qinggong was much better than his own Xiaoyaoyou. Hong Qigong sincerely admired: "Young friend's Qinggong."
Walking straight to Hong Qigong, Dongzhang sat on the ridge of the roof and stretched out his hand to tie up his messy long hair again. He took out a jug of wine from his arms and threw it to Hong Qigong who was lying below and said: "Senior is so elegant.
."
"Hahahaha, these are the only hobbies left when people grow old. Aren't we born just to live for this mouth?" Hong Qigong reached out to take the wine bottle, opened the seal of the wine and took a sip.
After drinking, he threw the jug to Dongzhang again, and caught the jug steadily with one hand. Dongzhang supported his upper body with one hand and leaned back to take a sip from the air, squinting his eyes slightly and looking at the moonlight on the horizon.
No words were spoken.
Seeing that this young man had no intention of speaking, Hong Qigong could only start the conversation himself: "Do you know the current situation of the martial arts in the Central Plains?"
Shaking his head, Dongzhang poured a sip of wine into his mouth and threw the wine bottle to Hong Qigong.
After taking the jug, Hong Qigong took a sip and then let out a satisfied sigh. He wiped the water stains from the corner of his mouth and said leisurely: "The Mongolian Tatars have been traveling to and from the Central Plains more and more frequently recently to spy on intelligence. Many people in the world have been incited to rebel.
The situation is not optimistic."
Dongzhang only frowned slightly when he heard this, but still did not answer.
Hong Qigong had no choice but to continue: "The old beggar heard that Ouyang Feng recovered his sanity and reorganized the new White Camel Villa. The scale is much larger than before. Now I can rest assured that Jing'er is in charge of the Central Plains.
, but I'm afraid that the old poison Ouyang Feng will come back again and ruin Jing'er's affairs, so this trip to the west is to find out what the old poison is planning."
"You want to go to Baituo Mountain?" Dongzhang glanced at Hong Qigong, who had a serious face.
"Well, for the safety of the martial arts community in the Central Plains, we must go on this trip."
"I just came down from White Camel Villa."
"Um???"
Hong Qigong was stunned when he heard this, and turned his head to look at the expressionless Dong Zhang in surprise. His heart was filled with turmoil. Could it be that this boy is from the Baituo Mountain lineage?
Without looking back at Hong Qigong, Zhang Dong calmly raised his head and looked at the crescent moon on the horizon: "Ouyang Feng and I have the kindness to teach each other."
"What!?" Hong Qigong sat upright in shock and stared at the calm Dong Zhang in surprise.
Looking sideways at Hong Qigong, who was already secretly wary of him, Zhang Dong suddenly laughed: "Senior, don't worry, although he and I have the gift of teaching, we are not the same person."
Hong Qigong breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this, secretly thinking that it was okay, but if there was another powerful demon, the Central Plains martial arts world would be in danger.
Then I heard Dongzhang say lightly: "I just had a fight with him..."