Shangluo raised her voice weakly, then poured a basin of water to remove the fake beard on her face, revealing a delicate and delicate face, but it was no longer energetic and showed a little confusion.
"You still know how to come back!"
The big man in a turban walked out of the room angrily. He had a beard and tiger eyes. At first glance, he looked very vicious and did not look like a kind person at all.
The big man grabbed Shangluo by the back of her collar and lifted her up: "Tell me, what thief did you do when you had nothing to do? You really embarrassed me. Not to mention, you offended the Huashan Mountains not far away."
I traveled thousands of miles to the south of the Yangtze River to catch you, but you still dare to go out! Ah?!"
"It's not like the skills you always taught me don't work." Shangluo couldn't help but retort.
It was okay if I didn't say this. When I mentioned it, the big man became even more angry. He blew his beard and glared: "It's obvious that you, a stinky girl, cheated when you were practicing. Your skills are among the best in the world. Why did you ruin him like this?"
Got it!"
"How can anyone practice martial arts all day long?" Shangluo, who was sprayed with saliva, said disgustedly: "Just try your best to fool me. Your daughter will be beaten one day."
"Huh? What's going on?"
Finally realizing that Shangluo's mood was not right, the big man put her down and asked in a bad tone: "What's wrong? Are you being bullied?!"
Shangluo then told the big man one by one about her meeting with Lu Hanjiang at the end of the road.
"Hmph, these lackeys of the government will have to look good to them sooner or later."
The man spoke harshly, but he also knew that going against Jin Yiwei was not something he could do with his weight, so he said in a deep voice: "According to what he said, he probably didn't take you, a little thief, seriously. We won't fight with him."
I don't care, you happen to be staying at home for a few days."
"She knows how to talk..." Shangluo curled her lips and muttered in a low voice. She was not good at martial arts, but she was not stupid. She knew the consequences of going against Jin Yiwei, so she just lost her temper.
The man hummed in embarrassment, then picked up Shangluo and began to urge her to practice martial arts well. The two of them just defeated each other and practiced martial arts slowly.
...
On the other side, Lu Hanjiang checked Shangluo's background.
Knowing the origin of the name makes it much easier to look up the person. The Fusi brand in Beizhen can be found anywhere. Lu Hanjiang easily found her from the local household registration.
"Shang Luo, Li Shan, father and daughter have different surnames."
Lu Hanjiang raised his eyebrows. In this case, either Li Shan was a new businessman, or they were not father and daughter at all. Intuitively, he was more inclined to the latter.
"Unlikely a coincidence..."
Lu Hanjiang held his chin and hesitated, whether he should come to meet him or not. Since his identity was fake, his name was probably also fake, but martial arts couldn't be faked. Some things can be known once you try them.
After careful consideration, Lu Hanjiang decided that it would be better to do less than to do more. Shang Jidao had already tricked him without a word, and to get involved again would really go against his principles as a human being.
After all, what does this have to do with him.
After casually flipping through some records and covering up the traces he left, Lu Hanjiang went straight back to the inn, having finished watching all the fun that he should have seen today.
Mr. Gong threatened to hold a banquet for three days in a row to challenge the Thief, but because Qi Li could not find any clues, he simply stayed in Fulu Tower and waited for the Thief to come.
Not only that, even Liu Yishou, after searching in vain, pinned his hope on the Thieving Saint's self-esteem, dressed up in sheep's clothing and went to squat in Fulu Tower.
It's just a pity that the real Thief Saint was beaten by Lu Hanjiang and went home long ago.
As a result, the Thief Saint did not show up for three days in a row. There were countless people in Fulu Tower who cursed him. Master Gong felt that he was the one who forced the Thief Saint not to show up, so he spoke out in a foul tone, which was really satisfying.
But the other two people were not in a good mood. The reputation of the Thief Saint plummeted, and Qi Li also chose to leave. Although he didn't want it to end in such an anticlimactic way, but what could he do if they just didn't show up.
You can imagine how disappointed Qi Li was when he got nothing, while Liu Yishou was very angry. The appointment date was approaching, and Qianhu was destined to miss him now.
At this time, Ying Wushang, after many days of pursuit and interception, had forced the swordsman into a dilapidated mountain temple.
Ying Wushang pushed with both palms, and the fierce internal energy knocked the swordsman to the ground. The overbearing wind of his palms shattered the crumbling wooden doors on both sides.
The mountain temple was in such a dilapidated state that it was impossible to tell which deity was enshrined in it. Ying Wushang forced the swordsman into the corner, took advantage of the situation and pulled out the Xiuchun knife and put it on the opponent's neck.
"Master Wang, it's your choice whether you should be honest or I can take your head back with you."
"Bah." spitting out a mouthful of bloody phlegm, the swordsman surnamed Wang didn't even look at the embroidered spring knife shining brightly on his neck. He grinned and said: "My skills are not as good as others. This time I am in trouble. I will kill you or cut you up, you are hateful."
I am also a good player in Wandaomen, but I fell into the hands of a dog official like you."
"You are just a bandit, why do you pretend to be a hero?" Ying Wushang looked at the swordsman sarcastically and said: "Besides, the Wandao Sect is gone long ago. Don't look at me with that look. If I destroy you, it won't be the imperial court. Who can
Leave it to you to seduce those righteous sects."
The swordsman stared with big eyes and simply closed his mouth and stopped talking.
"No last words?" Ying Wushang shook his head in boredom, raised his arm, and raised the knife to cut off the swordsman's head.
Suddenly a streak of blood suddenly appeared, and all the hairs on Ying Wushang's body stood up instantly. He almost instinctively turned the blade around and slashed behind him. The blood-colored blade fell, and there was an ominous sound of wind around him, as if all ghosts were crying and howling, which was terrifying.
Extremely.
"puff!"
Blood spurted out from Ying Wushang's mouth, and he flew out of the mountain temple. The power of this sword was so terrifying.
He didn't even dare to look back at the person who was wielding the sword. He held the sword in his right hand and threw it at the swordsman. He bet that the person who came was a person familiar to the swordsman and would save the enemy. He immediately took out the crossbow with his left hand.
Shoot towards the rear.
With both hands, the next sword flashed and did not come towards him. With this chance of survival, Ying Ying fled without looking back.
"Humph, rat." The man who drew the sword looked at Ying Wushang's disappearing figure with disdain, but did not pursue him again.
In the mountain temple that had half collapsed, when the swordsman saw the visitor, he knelt down in excitement regardless of his own injuries: "I've seen the sect master!"
After staring at the swordsman for a long time, the man said: "Wang Laojiu, there is a saying that the rat said well. The Wan Daomen is indeed gone. I am just a butcher selling pork now. I have long been nothing."
The master of the door."
"Master..." Hearing what the man said, a grown man named Swordsman Wang burst into tears, sobbing and speechless.
"Okay, it's so annoying to cry," the man waved his hand impatiently, and after another long moment of silence, he said in a low voice: "When Wandaomen was in trouble, I couldn't help you brothers, so I saved your life today.
The debt has been repaid. Don’t show off in the future and just live your life honestly.”
After saying that, regardless of how the swordsman shouted, the man disappeared within a few breaths.