Eighteen years later, in early spring, outside the city of Jinling, the willows were blown by the gentle breeze, and the fragrance of flowers was intoxicating. It was the glorious spring season in the South.
Huaixiang Street in Jinling City is the busiest street in Jinling City. It is just dawn and the vendors on both sides of the long street have begun to get busy.
On the street, seven or eight breakfast stalls stacked layers of steamers as high as one person. The steam mixed with the aroma of noodles and meat overflowed from both sides of the steamers, row after row, straight into the sky, pouring golden
The morning sun was covered with a layer of fog. Walking into the street, the man selling medicinal candies was already sitting on the doorstep grinding herbs, and the stall owner making noodles was also scooping out sesame paste, peanut butter, and hot sauce from large wooden barrels.
, put them in large porcelain bowls and keep them for later use. Of course, such a big street is also indispensable for girls' rouge shops. Ground rouge samples mixed with various floral fragrances are placed at the entrance of the shops to attract girls who come looking for the fragrance.
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The aroma of noodles, meat, medicine, sauce, and rouge all teases the nostrils of those seeking fragrance. It has only been half an hour since the market opened, and Huaixiang Street is already crowded with people.
The more people there are, the more beggars will come looking for people.
The beggars on Huaixiang Street today are strange. Normally, beggars of all ages would have been stationed at their fixed stalls, banging broken bowls, singing obscene lyrics, and begging for a little alms from the officials and ladies around them.
But today they walked in groups of three and two, walking through the streets. Although they still had the same broken bowl in their hands, the words on their lips were not as vulgar as usual, but they were much more heroic.
"Dragon Parade in Ten Directions, the Five Mountains and Mount Tai are high, the rivers flow forever, benevolence and righteousness turn into blue waves, heroes compete with each other, and the hero's name reaches the sky."
The old beggar at the head then shouted: "Where are the guests coming from?"
The little beggar said: "All over the world!"
The old beggar at the head shouted again: "Where are our guests?"
The little beggar said: "Heroes should be everywhere in the world!"
Groups of beggars were banging and singing in harmony on the street. The crisp knocking sound mixed with the shouts scattered in the street, attracting the attention of countless people.
Suddenly, a figure jumped down from mid-air. Before the crowd could react, the figure landed in front of the old beggar. Like a fallen leaf or a broken flower, it was agile but also free and easy.
The old beggar looked up and saw a young man in white looking at him with a smile. The young man had sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, and the tail of his slightly raised eyes hooked the top of his eyebrows, and he also caught the feeling of being romantic, arrogant and arrogant.
of arrogance.
The old beggar looked at the young man and said nothing. He traveled all over the country and met countless people. He knew that a young man like this, who relied on some martial arts skills and had a red head and a pink face, could not bear his temper.
As expected, the young man couldn't help but said: "Old beggar, where are the heroes in this world?"
The old beggar bared his yellow teeth and said, "Hahaha, why are children asking about this? A hero should be everywhere. A hero should be everywhere."
After saying this, the old beggar wanted to leave with the young beggars, but the young man's sword was already lying in front of the old beggar.
The old beggar raised his head and glanced at the young man again, and his eyes that were originally smiling had a cold light flashing for a moment.
"One revenge in Baiyun, ten heads in the world!" The young man said coldly, "I don't think you have heard of the name of Baiyun Villa! Did you look down on me just now when you said that a hero should go everywhere? A hero should go everywhere.
, or maybe you beggars look down on our Baiyun Villa?"
After hearing the young man's words, the old beggar felt chilled in his heart at first. The Baiyun Villa is ruthless in its actions, and this "Baiyun's revenge leads to ten heads in the world" is the best portrayal of it. But in an instant, the old beggar smiled charmingly again, and he
He bared his few big yellow teeth and said with a smile: "Everyone in the world of Baiyun Villa knows about everyone. The Cloud-Rubbing Sword Technique is so exquisite that it can really scatter the white clouds in the sky!"
The old beggar raised his hand to the young man. He thought that after giving a good compliment, the young man would not fail to show his favor to the beggar gang. But he never thought that the young man said bluntly: "Okay, since you know, then don't blame me for being rude."
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Before the old beggar could react, the young man had already drawn his sword out of its sheath, and there was a flash of sword light, and there was a faint sound of wind and thunder in everyone's ears.
Blood, bright red blood. Along with the bright red blood, there were five fingers of the old beggar falling.
The common people on the street had never seen such a scene before, and they dispersed in the blink of an eye.
The old beggar looked at his bare palms, his pupils dilated, and his head was dizzy. The sword was so fast that he had no room to react. He had been in the Beggar Clan for twenty-seven years, and this was the first time he had wielded such a fast sword.
See you once.
"Tao'er!" Not far away, a middle-aged man wearing a Taoist robe came from the sky.
The middle-aged man was dressed in a crane-white Taoist robe, with a majestic and graceful manner. His eyebrows were slightly raised like the young man's. He was also like a flower and a leaf, light and fluttering. He landed in front of the old beggar slowly but impartially, but he did not.
Ignoring the old beggar, his doting eyes all fell on the boy in white.
He loves his son very much, just like a mother, she loves her son very much.
"Tao'er got into trouble again?" The middle-aged man's eyes were still fondling, "Didn't I tell you not to get into trouble?"
The young man put his sword into its sheath and said with disdain: "Who makes this old beggar look down on our Baiyun Villa!"
"Oh?" The middle-aged man nodded and continued, "Then you shouldn't cut off his five fingers. If he offended you with his words, you can cut off his lips or cut off his fingers.
How can you be so merciless with your tongue? But you have been able to cut it five times with this sword. You have greatly improved your martial arts. I am very happy to be a father!"
Hearing the conversation between the two, the old beggar's throat sank. He is in his forties this year and is already the six-pack elder in the gang. In terms of seniority in Jinling City, he is also a worthy disciple of the Beggar Gang. But.
At this time, he could only stand there numbly, at a loss. He neither dared to move nor open his mouth. He looked at the two people in front of him, but the two people did not even pay attention to him from the corners of their eyes, as if
He is not in front of these two people at all, or he does not belong to their world at all.
Just as the old beggar was wandering in his thoughts, a loud male voice came from behind him.
"Dian Cang Mu Yunfeng, dare to ask Master Luo of Baiyun Villa for advice!" Mu Yunfeng drew his sword and walked slowly in front of a few people.
The old beggar looked around and saw that Mu Yunfeng was standing in front of the three of them with his sword crossed. A bunch of black hair like a wolf-tailed lion's mane was blowing in the wind. Under the rising sun and the shadow of the sword, he was really an extraordinary and heroic figure.
The air is rustling.
"Do you know who I am?" Luo Ao moved his eyes slightly in the direction of Mu Yunfeng and asked.
Mu Yunfeng said without being humble or arrogant: "The master of Baiyun Villa, Auror, is the sword sect in the world!"
Luo Ao smiled, but there was no smile in his eyes: "Young man, do you want to fight against injustice?"
"Yes!" Mu Yunfeng answered resolutely, "The six major sects also want to be reasonable, how can they use their power to bully others! This old beggar did not do anything rude, but the noble master cut off five of his fingers. How can this be done in this world?
reason?"
The corner of Luo Ao's mouth curled up. The word "principle" had not appeared in his dictionary for a long time. In a troubled world, human lives were like nothing, and this principle was worth a few coins. If you want to take root in this troubled world, you must rely on ruthlessness.
Secondly, as long as people are afraid of you, you can maintain your integrity in this world.
Luo Ao said coldly: "How do you want to explain this?"
Mu Yunfeng said loudly: "Your Majesty cut off five fingers of this old beggar, of course he must give back five fingers to the old beggar!"
As soon as Mu Yunfeng said this, the old beggar, the young beggar, the Luo family and his son were all shocked. No one in the world knew what would happen if he provoked Baiyun Villa. Mu Yunfeng was afraid that he would cause a big disaster for Dian Cang!
"Seeking death!" Luo Ao flipped his palm, gathered his true energy between his index and middle fingers, and when he flipped his wrist, a sword energy was already forced towards Mu Yunfeng.
Mu Yunfeng was also unambiguous. He raised his sword and slashed horizontally, removing the sword energy in front of him. Then he stepped forward and stabbed directly, rushing towards Luo Ao's face. The changes between the two moves were fast and steady, and the sword energy flowed three feet long.
Between the blades, he is like a rising dragon and a phoenix, or like a fire starting to set fire to a prairie fire. He is worthy of being a rookie, and he is truly proficient in the Thirteen Cloud and Mist Styles.
Luo Ao smiled and sneered. He channeled pure Yang righteousness, and in the blink of an eye, the mighty true energy overflowed from his body, causing his sleeves to fly and his hair to fly. As he shouted loudly, countless sword energy flowed out
A dense network of swords rushed towards Mu Yunfeng from all directions, threatening to tear him into pieces.
At first, Mu Yunfeng could still rely on his sword skills to resist a little, but Luo Ao's sword net was not dense enough. In just three blinks, Mu Yunfeng's left arm had been cut off at the root, and his whole body was covered with wounds.
He was also injured by the sword energy, and the previously proudly fluttering hair was scattered on the ground. In an instant, the heroic young man was naked, hairless, and in a miserable state.
But Luo Ao still didn't intend to stop. He continued to use his inner strength, and a long sword made of true energy went straight to Mu Yunfeng's throat. Yes, he wanted to kill Mu Yunfeng, and he wanted to do it here
Before the Jianghu Conference, he once again declared his power. He wanted the Jianghu to know that anyone who offends Baiyun Villa will only die!
"Be merciful!" The words "Be merciful!" sounded like a loud bell, going straight from the street to the end of the street. "The master Luo and his son of Baiyun Villa have arrived. The Beggar Clan Pengzhen has come to welcome you from afar. It's disrespectful and disrespectful!"
Peng Zhen, the leader of the Jinling branch of the Beggar Gang, is known as the Golden Lion of the Beggar Gang. He is in charge of the expenses and criminal affairs of the Beggar Gang. He is the second-largest figure after Qiao Zhenyue, the leader of the Beggar Gang.
But Peng Zhen's appearance did not change Luo Ao's murderous intention. He condensed his energy into a sword, and the sword energy was only an inch away from Mu Yunfeng's throat.
At the critical moment, Peng Zhen mobilized his internal energy and used his palm power to break the sword energy. He put his palms to the ground, and the strong internal energy penetrated both arms. He knocked back Luo Ao's sword energy with just one blow. The overbearing palm force even shattered the bluestone slab.
The floor tiles were shaken to pieces. Peng Zhen originally wanted to use this domineering palm force to calm Luo Ao, but he never thought that the crushed sand and gravel would just cut the cheek of Luo Ao's beloved son, Luo Tao.
Dark red blood seeped out from Luo Ao's white cheeks. When Luo Ao saw his beloved son injured, he suddenly felt resentful in his heart. The energy between his fingers instantly surrounded his body and turned into thousands of silver threads that exploded. The silver threads struck from all directions.
, just like the Weaver Girl in the sky threading needles and threads to sew heavenly clothes. The clothes are seamless and impeccable!
"What a perfect move, Peng Huazi asked for advice!" Peng Zhen roared angrily, and his whole body's true energy rushed out. His sleeves were flying like a lion stalking the ground, majestic.
But as the true energy collided with the silver thread, Peng Huazi's eyes widened angrily, and he felt bad in his heart. The silver thread penetrated the true energy bit by bit like a water column. No matter how he used his internal strength, he could not make these thousands of
The silver threads were stagnant, and I was afraid that in less than a moment, these silver threads would force themselves into his body and break all the muscles and veins in his body. Thinking of this, Peng Zhen couldn't help but shook his head. He didn't expect that his reputation in life would end up here.
But fortunately, he was trying to rescue people from danger and correct the way of chivalry, so he was able to keep his reputation as a chivalrous person!
Just when Peng Zhen shook his head and prepared to die, three flying swallow darts actually penetrated Peng Zhen. The internal strength of Luo Ao, the two masters, came directly to Luo Ao's face. Seeing this change, Luo Ao could not be surprised and could only hold back his strength.
Guard your face.
Peng Zhen saw three flying swallow darts flashing in front of him, and saw Luo Ao restraining his strength. He was even more amazed in his heart. There is such a deep inner power in this world, which can instantly penetrate the true energy of the two masters.
"Who is it? Who is it?!" Luo Ao didn't care about his master's demeanor and roared at the people around him!
"Yan Zhuo." A young man in black robe walked up under the eaves, "Qingfeng Mingyue Tower - Yan Zhuo."
