On the shore of Qiuqi Lake, a short man in cotton-padded clothes and straw sandals did not like to carry a sword at his waist, and was accustomed to holding a scabbard. The man slightly raised his gaze and saw a man in green shirt with a hosta on his head walking towards him.
Judging from the opponent's breathing speed, the weight of his steps, and his gas state, it seems that he is a practitioner of neither high nor low, and is normal. There is no ordinary person who can enter the realm of Qi Qi Lake.
The man smiled, put his hands in his sleeves, and asked, "Your name is Wu Jiang?"
Although the younger generation of martial arts leaders were not among those invited by Gao Jun to discuss matters, it was not surprising at all for Wu Jiang to appear here.
Wu Jiang nodded.
Being too famous in the world is also annoying.
There are always people who take the initiative to get close to each other, but few of them are willing to give you something affordable, including a meal or a drink?
When the guy in front of me walks, he always hides his hands in his sleeves. Could he be a special expert who is familiar with concealed weapons?
The man smiled and asked, "Is the person who taught you swordsmanship called Lu Tai?"
Wu Jiang frowned, hesitated for a moment, and said, "If a man of the Ming Dynasty doesn't speak secretly, he can be regarded as half of my master."
From the master, to several uncles and uncles, plus the demon sect leader who was half a master, they all seemed to have disappeared without a trace overnight.
He spent several years traveling all over the four countries, but could not find any trace of any of them.
However, the guy in front of me is very courageous and dares to call the leader of the Demon Cult by his first name. Although Lu Tai has been missing for many years, he still has great power in the world. Even if the world has become very weird now, no matter who he is.
, whenever Lu Tai is mentioned, the person who doesn't even call out his name is either "that person" or he still calls him "Master Lu" respectfully.
As for the Demonic Sect, which was so prosperous in the past, it had long been torn apart because it had no leader. If Wujiang had not forged a strong self, he would not dare to avoid tabooing his relationship with the Demonic Sect.
The man thought to himself and said: "Huang Shang, who is the protector of Nanyuan Kingdom, has always been a Taoist priest. As for Huan Yin's character, he does not seem like a person who is willing to accept disciples. In this way, half of your master,
Is it Tao Xieyang?"
Wu Jiang nodded, this guy was very knowledgeable about his own sect.
Could it be that he is also a Qi practitioner who has stepped on shit and practiced immortal magic so that his appearance does not age? He is a senior in the martial arts world of the same generation as his master? He has suffered great losses and cannot beat the old one. He finally waited until the old one disappeared.
Are you just here to bully a junior like yourself? No problem, according to Master, a wimp with this kind of mentality won’t be able to achieve anything even if he practices martial arts and becomes an immortal.
The man in green shirt smiled and asked: "I heard that Lu Tai has accepted a closed disciple, who is about the same age as you? He doesn't seem to even have a last name, he is just called 'Xin Zhi'. He uses a bamboo sword and is a swordsman?"
Wu Jiang had a dark face.
Does this guy think he is a village school teacher and I am a Mengtong?
The man twisted his wrist and an extra jug of wine appeared out of thin air. I don't know if it was a magic trick in the rivers and lakes or the magic of the gods on the mountain, but he gently threw it to Wujiang.
Wu Jiang did not reach out to take it, but pushed it out with a palm, sending a strong force of martial arts energy back to the jug.
There are many dirty tricks in the world, and the masters of poisoning are particularly hard to guard against. One time, Wu Jiang fell on a girl, and the boy almost died.
The man stretched out his sleeve and caught the wine bottle that had returned the way it came. In an instant, Wu Jiang approached him, holding a scabbard, and put it on the other man's shoulder. He patted it and said doubtfully: "Brother, that's it.
If you just do something, you dare to go out and run around?"
The man remained motionless and asked with a smile: "Did Lu Tai reach the Nascent Soul realm before he disappeared here?"
Wu Jiang looked confused, "What?"
As he spoke, the short swordsman swept back and resumed his stance of holding the sword.
If the other party hadn't been chatting about things related to his master, Wu Jiang would not be interested in chatting with him.
Wu Jiang only met once with the guy who was called junior uncle based on his seniority. He was a guy with eyes on his forehead.
But I once heard from my master that he doted on this close disciple a little too much. Not only did he personally teach immortal magic, he also taught boxing and gave away a lot of sword manuals.
The master also gave that peer a bamboo sword. Hearing that the master was drunk, he picked it up. The bamboo sword was engraved with the word "Xia Du".
The man smiled and said: "By the way, let me introduce myself. My name is Chen Pingan. I am your half-master's friend and good friend."
Wu Jiang twitched his lips, "I said I am Ding Ying, do you believe it or not?"
Today's charlatans have many new tricks.
Chen Pingan raised the jug in his hand, shook it, and said: "Believe it or not, I am Chen Pingan, it doesn't matter. As long as this pot of Xianjia wine is real, do you dare to drink it?"
Zhong Qian, the unidentified Jiang Shenzi, Wu Jiang, the "remnant" of the demon sect in front of him, and a large number of young martial arts masters who have sprung up like mushrooms. Although Zhong Qian is the only martial artist in the Golden Body realm for the time being, the six
The number of warriors in the sixth realm is far more than when Chen Ping'an entered Ouhua Blessed Land. It has almost doubled. The key is that the number of warriors in the sixth realm will increase in the next twenty or thirty years, probably in thirty years.
Later, it became stable.
The founder of the mountain deliberately broke the situation here. Pei Qian's few martial arts gifts are of course very important, but if you push it a few steps further, the root cause seems to be that the old concubine is still in his own one-third of an acre of land.
, a large number of good seedlings have been cultivated a long time ago?
Otherwise, no matter how strong the martial arts fortune in the Lotus Root Blessed Land is, it will gradually be concentrated on a small group of pure martial artists, instead of the current "big year" where a hundred flowers bloom.
Wu Jiang stared at the godly man, was silent for a moment, and said: "No reward for no merit, tell me who the enemy is and who you want me to kill. We agreed in advance that we can kill people but not kill them. Now there are several
The court has strict control and the wind is tight. Since you are the kind of Qigong practitioner on the mountain, you must be of the same status as the enemy you are not dealing with. It is not difficult to sneak up and chop him a few times, but if you really want to cause death, it is not
It's no big deal, I don't have to be a wanted criminal running around for a jar of so-called immortal wine."
Chen Pingan burst into laughter. He was worthy of being a disciple taught by Tao Xieyang, but it was a pity that Tao Xieyang didn't teach it carefully. He raised his arm and said, "I hit it off at the first sight. I will give you a drink without any reward."
Wu Jiang can be regarded as Lu Tai's disciple and grandson, and as he has become an elder when the tide rises, he must give him some greeting gifts.
Wu Jiang sneered and said: "Are you planning to take a long-term approach to fishing for big fish, or do you want to become a brother with me and get to know each other so that I can work hard for you?"
This is what is written in many Jianghu novels and public case novels. He seems to be a gentleman and has a sanctimonious appearance, but in fact he has a very dark heart and kills without blood on his hands.
Fortunately, he hasn't married a beautiful wife yet, otherwise he would have to take it easy. When Wu Jiang thought of this, he took another look at the other person, he looked very human, so he had to stay away.
Master is right, the rivers and lakes are dangerous, and there are only a few good birds flying around in high places.
Those who farm say farming is hard, and those who study say studying is hard. Let’s swap them around and see what happens.
Those who practice martial arts say that practicing martial arts is good, and those who practice Tao say that practicing Tao is good. If you have a fight, you will be able to tell the difference.
There was a man and a woman fishing by the lake.
Regardless of whether there is one or not, put down the fish basket first.
The bass in Qiuqi Lake is extremely famous and is a favorite among the gourmets from Northern Jin and Songlai countries.
People who really like fishing often also like to watch people fishing.
Sitting in the shade of a tree with wicker branches hanging like a curtain, I saw the young-looking Qigong practitioner suddenly lift his pole and caught a new one-foot-long bass. The young man took off the hook and threw the bass into the fishing basket.
The woman beside her was obviously plump, but also had a dignified temperament, a charming face, but an awe-inspiring look between her eyebrows.
She was born as a mountain spirit, but she succeeded in refining her form. Judging from her aura, she was probably a deity in a certain place's obscene temple, and had not yet been canonized by the court. Therefore, her temple's golden body was not stable enough, and her true form occasionally swayed, like the wind after the wind.
shade.
Chen Pingan was sitting on the bank, taking off the mud seal and drinking wine. Wujiang hesitated for a while, but came to squat next to this person.
Wu Jiang was not worried about the other party committing violence, and besides, the other party didn't look like a very powerful person. To use the mysterious words in a certain sword manual, he was "light-hearted".
The only exception are those martial arts masters who return to their original nature, such as Master Lu Tai.
Private fighting is now strictly prohibited in the Qiu Qi Lake area. Once discovered, regardless of the reason, both sides of the fight, regardless of whether it is boxing or fighting skills, will be taken down.
In the past few days, several guys have been arrested and went to Damuguan to eat fast.
Chen Pingan asked in his heart: "Wu Daxia, do you know their identities?"
Wu Jiang nodded and said: "They all come from the barbarian land in the southernmost part of Songlai Kingdom. The man's name is Yuan Huang. He is what you mountain qigong practitioners call a monastic genius. However, he is proficient in spear skills and seems to have been taught at home. His martial arts skills are quite unsatisfactory.
According to folklore, it is said that his marksmanship is on par with the Saint Cheng Yuanshan, and he rejected the recruitment of the Hushan Sect in the past few years. The woman is the Mountain Goddess of the Dieye Mountain Temple. Her real name is unclear, but the local people call her the Green Waist Queen, the name of the temple.
Why do you call it a flower begging field if it's so elegant?"
Yuan Huang was born as a young ranger. His family was ruined. He once killed an enemy bandit with his own hands. In the middle of the night, when the snowflakes were as big as his palm, the young man sneaked into a military town and entered an official residence in a military town for a night attack.
Huang finally found a long rope several feet long, tied one end to his enemy's head and the other end to tie his hair, dragged his gun and ran wildly through the snowy night, faster than the arrows and unable to catch up with his horse.
What a good person to avenge an injustice and take someone's head.
Wu Jiang continued: "Yuan Huang has a friend who is more famous. He is short. He likes to meddle in other people's business and specializes in injustices that have nothing to do with him. He is very ruthless every time, either cutting him off or chopping him off.
Legs, Wu Que knows. He uses a knife like me. Several of his disciples and disciples were killed by this man. Wu Que didn't dare to fart. It's not that he can't beat him. I guess he still doesn't want to provoke such a barefoot person.
A desperado wearing shoes, Master once said, most of the Edo seniors who have gained fame and sect are like this. The older they get, the less courageous they become. Today’s young people will become celebrities in the world, and it is the same. Master taught me
There are no requirements for swordsmanship, and I don't ask for anything in return. I just want me not to be like this in the future. I think it makes sense, so I have never thought about opening a martial arts school, or joining any court, and I don't ask for power, money or territory.
To be continued...