"Baby, the old man is so old, and you let him go to Songfeng Mountain to do that, do the people in Yanyu Tower have all their fucking shit in their heads?"
Liu Dashi, who heard Mr. Qian's dirty words, said with a gloomy face, "Maybe he doesn't even have excrement and urine, his head is made of paper."
"I can't tell, junior brother, you already said something shocking without saying anything." Mr. Qian looked surprised, "I thought you didn't know how to pronounce a damn curse word."
Liu Dashi's face twitched slightly. Although the most easy-going good guy in the Zhang family gun department was also angry, he still held it back: "Then Yu Cheng was forced to this point, and he couldn't think of any other trick except this."
There's a way."
"The old man also agreed?"
"Um."
The only two remaining Zhang Wuji disciples of the Zhang family gun were dejected when they talked about this.
There was an old man in Qishan County who, under the guise of making perfect plans, had some skills in predicting fortune and misfortune for others. His brothers, who had never believed in ghosts and gods, also went to ask for a fortune.
Qian Erye and Liu Dashi carefully weighed out a sign from the sign tube and put their heads together to read the sign. Both of them were illiterate, and the words used in the sign were not modern. They looked up at the fortune teller.
The old man still put on airs and made no move.
The old man took a small piece of silver from Mr. Qian's hand, stroked his whiskers, and said:
"The origin is clear and unclear. Don't fight with him if you don't know. The wall has collapsed and returned to the city. Even if God helps him, it will be difficult."
Sign under.
The old man didn't explain the signature in detail, and said a pityful "I wish you all the best" that made Mr. Qian so angry that he almost overturned the stall. Fortunately, Liu Dashi stopped him again and again before he gave up and entered the Zhang family's house without looking back.
Whether it is worthwhile to combine the efforts of two six-story warriors and several five-story warriors to kill Gao Xu is a question that needs to be considered. The key point is whether Songfeng Mountain will survive Gao Xu's death.
If it doesn't happen, Yanyulou and the Zhang family's most advanced people in the martial arts world will lose more than they gain by taking such a strange risk.
Mr. Qian and Liu Dashi were speechless.
The next day a horseman rode out of Qishan from south to north.
....
Zhang Wu, whose heart was as bright as a mirror, took the wine gourd and the gun, and found a quiet place where there was no one. He took out the thin slices of soy beef wrapped in oil paper from his arms. As soon as the gourd mouth left his mouth for a moment, he went up to fill it with the soy beef.
lack.
Ever since he arrived at Qihu Lake, Zhang Wu has almost never left his hand with his gun.
The assassins who just wanted to sneak into the island in the middle of the lake killed no less than twenty people with their own hands.
The six-story warrior, who slept less than two hours a day, still suffered some skin injuries. An arrow was thrown by the assassin onto Zhang Wu's right shoulder before he died, and it happened to pierce the joint of the soft armor. Fortunately,
The poison has not been quenched, and there are famous doctors from Jiangzhou in the Yanyu Building to help with the treatment, and now he has recovered to the best of his ability.
The disciples of Yanyulou didn't have any respect for this ugly old man at first, until one night the Songfeng Mountain assassins got crazy and a dozen of their masters took advantage of the opportunity to change defenses near Qihu Lake and came in.
When everyone in Yanyu Tower arrived belatedly after learning the news, the bad old man was dragging the last assassin's body to pile it up in one place. When he saw someone coming, he wiped the blood on his face and greeted with a smile:
"Young man, come and help me."
Since then, Zhang Wu's reputation has become more and more impressive as the disciples in Yanyu Tower spread the word to hundreds of people. In Yanyu Tower, which advocates personal martial arts, he has obviously become the object of admiration for many young disciples.
The news leaked out from nowhere, saying that this martial artist with superb marksmanship was also a good drinker. Zhang Wu continued to receive drinks from those disciples of Yanyu Tower who wanted his advice. The previous poster, Yu Cheng, was worried
He drank too much, so he didn't drink with him for a long time. The former got used to walking alone, and he became free and easy in the eyes of the disciples of Yanyulou.
Zhang Wu, who was sitting on a bare willow tree with his legs crossed, suddenly looked in one direction.
The bearded man on the ferry was shouting loudly and waving to Zhang Wu.
....
Qingshan Town.
Wei Changpan's parents had known about his marriage a long time ago, but they still didn't understand the news that their little boy was marrying the daughter of the owner of Yanyu Tower in Jiangzhou. They regarded Yanyu Tower as just a big business outside the town.
Even so, Old Wei and his mother, who were just poor farmers, were still a little worried about how Old Wei's family could welcome the bride into their two broken houses. However, Xiao Shitou said that they had the first rich man in town.
His master, Mr. Qian Erye, helped him go to the county town to take care of things. In the future, Yanyulou’s father-in-law didn’t care much about it, and the couple, who had been poor all their lives, finally felt at ease.
After Wei Changpan finished his chores in the brothel, he continued to fight for an hour with the punches, punches, drills, and guns. These moves that Mr. Qian taught him back then were no longer what they used to be in his hands. He could vaguely lift the punches when he punched them.
Feng Sheng, even if Zhang Wu, a martial artist on the sixth floor, met him, he couldn't find much fault with it.
As Mr. Qian expected, Wei Changpan's qualifications are not outstanding, and the two hundred disciples in the Zhang family can only be regarded as mid-range, but their diligence is first-rate and impeccable. He has never stayed in Liu Dashi for a second-floor level.
The result of passing sixteen moves under the same conditions is that no one with the same level among the Zhang Family Spears can do it.
The pebbles jumped on the surface of the water six or seven times and sank to the bottom. Wei Changpan threw another one, one after another, without stopping.
The mountain master of Songfeng Mountain and his future father-in-law, Wei Changpan, had met each other before, and he never imagined that these two people were going to kill each other.
How could a person with a nose and two eyes do such a thing and treat human life as nothing?
He has been thinking and still can't understand that Jiangzhou is so big that it can accommodate millions of people, but why can't two Jianghu sects coexist? He is just a boy in a brothel, Jiangzhou Jianghu
He could never imagine the thoughts of the group of people at the top.
Therefore, Wei Changpan has been very distressed, not only about Songfeng Mountain and Yanyu Tower, but also about his own inability to do anything about it.
Then we can't let Dayao's Jianghu sects all live in their own way, and no one fights anyone?
Qian Erye was barely a master in martial arts. When he heard Wei Changpan confide in his heart, he thought about it for a long time, but couldn't find any reason to respond to Wei Changpan's question. He just told him that if the master and other Jianghu people
When it comes to fighting, I naturally want to help Master with his ridiculous words.
But now even Master Qian Erye has gone to help Yanyulou conquer Songfeng Mountain. Wei Changpan, the young man from Qingshan Town’s brothel, can only watch helplessly and cannot intervene in the slightest.
The level of martial arts on the second floor may be quite high for Wei Changpan at his age, but it is not much higher. There is no way he can influence the two largest Jianghu sects in Jiangzhou.