The rain has stopped and the smoke of gunpowder has risen.

Thirty miles outside Qingwa Town, a group of mighty horse teams, about a hundred people, set up camp on the spot.

Yesterday, a flag soldier was holding a flagpole that symbolized the immortal gate and fluttering in the wind on the wall of Qingwa Town, which was so powerful!

At this moment, after receiving the order from their own master, the flag soldiers began to build tents for everyone. One of them went to fold the brackets, and the other one went to help pull the tents open. After a while, a hundred people were born on the ground in the tent.

The work was done, and the flag soldiers gathered together in groups of three or five, setting up a fire and drinking warm wine. Next to them, there was a young man in brown clothes, hanging tokens on his waist, sitting on the spot where the flag soldiers gathered, greeting everyone with a smile.

"Do you have a lot of people in Qibing Mountain? You have time to run down the mountain to raise flags for those immortal sects? Just to shake your might and even be a pawn for others?"

The waist-hung token asked casually.

Perhaps the Qibing Mountain was clustered in groups of three or five, and there was no need to worry about the waist-hanging token that suddenly sat down and hiding evil intentions. One of them even shook his wine jar and threw the wine that he had not finished drinking in his hand to the waist-hanging token.

"Would you rather have a king, prince, general, and minister? Without a marquis, there would be a general, and without a general, there would be no soldiers. This is how we have achieved enlightenment in the Banners Mountain! No matter whether you are taking all the seeds or wealthy children to be pawns!"

"I have never experienced the sea of ​​corpses and blood, and I have never licked blood on the edge of the knife. How can I be a million-dollar leader? Half of the great masters of military strategists come from our Qibing Mountain? Are you proud? Oh, I don't have half the money from me."

Everyone laughed at the fire before continuing:

"Don't look at the huge momentum this time, and it is known as the Eighteen Immortals Sect, but there are only a few who can fight. You guys who are new, like a little boy who can carry two of them. This time, we don't draw our swords, watch the show, and raise our swords!"

The token of the waist nodded, picked up the wine thrown by the man from the Flag Bingshan Mountain and poured it down.

"Then the flag soldiers, what did you say just now? Carry two chickens and carry one? Li Dao from Xiatianxiahui, let's learn it?" A man nearby walked out and pointed to the man who was speaking dirty with his finger.

"Double Pupil, you go? You can get disabled and injured, but you can't be beaten to death. Get away and get beaten away."

While speaking, a man who had been rubbing the dagger carefully next to the fire suddenly raised his head and shone with a black light.

The two ran to the distant forest at the same time.

The waist-hung token man took a sip of wine, smiled, and said to himself: "I, Jianzi Lin Zhuoyue City in South China Sea, want to save one person."

After a while, Qibingshan Chongtonger walked out of the woods with the people from the World Club, threw them away, and lay in front of his companions like a dead chicken. Everyone hurriedly checked the person's connections and breathed a sigh of relief.

There are quite a few things like this in a team of about one hundred people.

After fighting here, the other side started to curse again, saying that your ancestor stole the experience of our sect's practice because of a thief.

The other person is not unlucky and is stolen and is so angry that you can steal your family. You can even get a master and start a sect and establish a sect. There are more disciples than you. Would you be so angry?

The two stopped quarreling and fought on the spot.

Everyone was indifferent, and most of them were still practicing silently, drinking wine, talking and laughing.

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On the second day, Qingwa Town.

Yang Shengzi, who was called to go home early in the morning, is now alone at home. After such a big thing happened, the school has already closed. My younger brother Yang Shengxian doesn’t know what to do with the devil’s father.

The left eye twitches and the right eye twitches and disasters, but today the double eyelids are twitching, which makes Yang Shengzi even more anxious.

Yang Shengzi was walking back and forth, but he was upset anyway, but the devil's father gave him a death order to prevent him from stepping out of the house. What's that?

Yang Shengzi was confused for a while. If he didn't go too far, it would not be considered as violating his father's order. In addition, when he encountered trouble, he could run home quickly and steal the heirloom that his devil father had placed in a small box.

It is said that the things in this box can kill ghosts and evil spirits. The deceased father said it was amazing, but he just didn't show it to him every time, which made Yang Shengzi's heart itchy.

Once I tried to open it secretly, but I couldn't open it, and it was useless to smash it on the ground. I finally gave up the idea.

Yang Shengzi stepped out of the yard and went to the widow's house next door. When he saw the mother and daughter, he quickly walked towards the yard, blocked the mother and daughter behind him and stood still, and said in a deep voice:

"Who are you?"

There was a strange young man in the widow's yard.

A strange young man wearing brown clothes and hanging tokens on his waist said softly:

"Nanhai Jianzilin Excellence City."

"What do you want to do to the mother and daughter?" Yang Shengzi clenched his fists, sweat beads oozing from his forehead, and he was still standing in front of the mother and daughter.

"Kill people and save people." Nanhai Excellence City replied lightly.

Widow Huaijia stepped forward and stood shoulder to shoulder with Yang Shengzi, patted Yang Shengzi's shoulder, and looked at the person opposite: "The little woman has met Mr. Zhuo Nanhai!"

The Nanhai Excellence City showed helplessness for the first time. Widow Huaijia was his member of Jianzilin in the South China Sea. The matter of Qingwa Town has nothing to do with Jianzilin.

The purpose of going to sea this time was to take her back. Unexpectedly, the widow Huaijia refused to listen to the advice and insisted on staying here. She turned angrily:

"Swordstone is your home. Where did you be born, enlightened, and your sword. Do you really want to die in this nameless wilderness? "

"The little woman has never forgotten that my sword is

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Jianzilin, but my Tao is in Qingwa Town. Please give me a word to my mentor. Jiaer is unfilial and will repay you in the next life!"

The widow Huaijia was slightly crying, but also determined.

The young man with a waist hangs the token, held the token high, and said angrily: "I'm obsessed with it, knock it out, and take it back!"

Yang Shengzi might have tried too hard, and a thread of blood was leaking from his fist, but he still didn't take a step back, and his expression was solemn.

The widow Huaijia lightly tapped her toes, jumped up high, took off the broken ancient sword hanging from the door pavilion, and crossed her neck in front of her, and cried, "Mr. Zhuo, don't force me, I've entered the Tao. Qingwa Town is not there, and my Tao has dispersed. Didn't you let me be a living dead in Jianzilin?"

The hand of the token raised by the token was trembling slightly, staring at the widow with her neck crossed, sighed softly, put the token on the palm of her hand, and sat on the spot.

When the widow Huaijia saw that Zhuoyuecheng had no intention of taking action, she said again:

"I let Mr. Zhuo laugh at it. The little woman had only one thing to ask for, and brought her little girl Huaichun back to Jianzilin. Even if the little woman died, she would have no regrets."

The city of Excellence then became a little happy and nodded: "Yes!"

"Can the young woman ask Mr. Zhuo to ask me for a sword? For Qingwa Town, for me, for the Dacang of Jiandao." Widow Huai Jia bowed slightly and held up the broken ancient sword in both hands.

"Whose sword is used?"

"It's enough for the little woman's sword."

"Save your sword to save your life, use mine!"

Two people asked and answered.

I saw Jianzi Lin Zhuoyue City, sitting cross-legged in Nanhai, holding up the token to emit a soft light.

At this moment, thousands of miles away, a bamboo forest in the South China Sea, a long sword penetrated deep into the ground and trembled continuously, suddenly flew straight into the sky, like a meteor passing by, landing outside the walls of Qingwa Town.

"presumptuous!"

An old man walked out, with an orchid finger in one hand, and a talisman appeared out of thin air, growing bigger and bigger until about a hundred feet away. The old man shouted:

"Edict!"

The sword light collided with the talisman.

The world is silent.

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Later, it was learned that more than 20 people were killed or injured outside the city.

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Before Huaichun was taken away, she hugged the widow Huaijia tightly. Yang Shengzi, and the widow burst into tears and couldn't help feeling distressed. She just kept saying that in the future, she should not learn that shitty kendo when she went to Jianzilin, Nanhai. It would be useless to learn it, and live happily.

Before the widow finished speaking, she quickly ran into the house, threw all the luggage prepared for her daughter, and threw all the bags to Jianzilin Zhuoyue City, and then ran into the house and cried.

Yang Shengzi had already returned to his home, took a woven carpet, and ran back to his widow's house to hand it to the little girl Huaichun in front of him. He didn't forget to make a face and said with a smile that he would wait until he arrived in the South China Sea. I heard that the sea flowers over there were so beautiful, so I must pick a few of the best flowers in the South China Sea to give them to my elder brother.

The girl Huaichun cried suddenly: "Will you and your mother die here?"

Yang Shengzi said surprisingly calmly, perhaps because the little girl was sad for the rest of her life when she heard the bad news. Long pain was better than short pain, and said truthfully to the little girl Huaichun:

"Brother will die with your mother, uncle, and everyone in Qingwa Town. Don't be sad and never take revenge. They are like gods, they are too big..."

"I don't, I want to stay here..." Before the little girl Huai Chun finished speaking, she started crying loudly, took her elder brother Yang Shanzi's hand and hugged her mother tightly, and she would not leave here even if she beat her to death.

Jianzi Lin Zhuoyuecheng then stood up and gently patted the little girl's forehead. The little girl, Huaichun, fainted and gave birth to a child with Yang. The widow Huaijia nodded, turned around and walked out of the yard with the little girl, Huaichun, which was also far away.

The young girl, Huaichun, left Qingwa Town at the age of nine.

Yang Shengzi, who returned home, sat on the rattan chair, took out his little abacus, moved the beads one by one, and was about to vomit. He quickly put down the abacus and almost died.

Sister Shang, the brothel maid who appeared in the yard, stood there and watched the fool commit suicide by committing suicide, covering her chest and covering her mouth and laughed: "No one is as troubled as you, if you want to die, go to die soon. Isn't there a well next to your house? Isn't it okay to jump down? Or you can die on the wall and die. How can a man be pretentious?"

The tone of the madam Sister Shang immediately became calmer: "The people in Qingwa Town are so easy to kill? Do you want to see your sister show off? Come with me if you want to see it."

After saying that, the madam Sister Shang walked out of the yard without looking back, Yang Shanzi hurriedly got up and followed.

The madam is in front and Yangshanzi is behind. The wall ladder is quite dusty. No one has cleaned it for many years. The madam is Sister Shang, stepped onto the city, blew the dust and mud on the city, and sat on the city.

"Young and young men outside the city, whoever wants to turn over my family's brand tonight will snatch me away!"

No one responded outside the city, Yang Shanzi grinned. What was the little girl making a fuss today? Seeing a fierce look, she quickly straightened her clothes and sat upright.

The brothel madam was not unhappy and shouted three times in a row, and her voice reached its peak, almost reaching the slope of Huangshan Mountain.

"Don't scream, uncle, I'm here now. The little beauty doesn't serve me comfortably today, and she will throw you into the Yellow River and drown you tomorrow."

A cavalry stayed three miles outside the city wall. The visitor was a sturdy man with a disheveled face, and it was this person who spoke.
To be continued...