The child was frightened to the extreme, but he became less afraid. He was alone in the world. He was just a child who had just read a few elementary school books. He still didn't understand the meaning of compromise. His face was full of hatred, and he gritted his teeth and asked: "What's your name?"
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The old man smiled playfully.
The child added: "I will definitely kill you! I want to avenge my parents, grandpa and grandma!"
The old man with the silver lotus crown on his head pointed at himself and said with a smile: "Me? Everyone in the world likes to call me Old Demon Ding, including good and evil. When the disciples of the sect see me, they will probably still call me the supreme leader.
.As for my real name, Ding Ying, it has not been used for many years."
The old man asked: "What's your name?"
The child's voice was trembling, but he said as loudly as possible: "Cao Qinglang!"
The old man joked: "It's too easy to get your name. With your skin, you will be beaten when you go around the world in the future."
He waved his sleeve casually, and the strong wind blew against the window paper of the side room, making a buzzing sound. The thin window paper was not damaged at all, and it seemed that something inside the house had been beaten back.
The child could not detect this extremely wonderful skill, but his face turned livid with anger and said, "Fuck you!"
The family member has died, and the name given by the parents has become the last thought of the child.
The old man didn't take it seriously and saw a few old hens pecking around in the yard.
The old man got up and went to the kitchen, went to the rice vat and took out a handful of rice. After sitting back, he sprinkled it on the ground. The old hens came quickly with flapping wings and ate happily.
The old man smiled and said: "Everyone in the world is afraid of me, but if you look at it, they are not afraid."
He bent down and leaned forward, "Does this mean that the so-called masters, emperors, generals and ministers are not as good as a chicken?"
The child was too young and his mind was full of hatred. He didn't want to think about this. He just stared at the big devil who killed people without blinking an eye. He only regretted that he was too weak. His mind moved slightly and he remembered that there was a hatchet in the kitchen.
It didn't take much. In the capital city, a relatively well-off small family like the children's family had the confidence to ask the passing charcoal seller to stop the ox cart. The hatchet in the house was just a show.
The old man looked at the sky, asked and answered: "Of course not, the ignorant are fearless. Sometimes, an eagle flies across the sky, and the mice in the field quickly protect the grains under their paws. In our world, this is like this
There are not many people, but there are not many. They are no better than ordinary people, but they can only see the shadow, such as Yu Zhenyi who went to practice immortality in Songlai Kingdom, the old cook in your Nanyuan Kingdom Prince's Mansion, King Kong
The old monk who lectures at the temple.”
Having said this, Ding Ying stood up, shook his sleeves, flicked his fingers, and the Gang Qi condensed into a line again and again, hitting the window of the side room.
Ding Ying took action too quickly, and the green aura continued to condense on the other side of the window, dotted like stars, like a bright picture of a galaxy.
"There are also some foreigners who come and are unkind and do not come. They are all called banished immortals by us. Playing in the world is like a comet sweeping its tail. They come and go in a hurry. As for how this world has become, how big a trap they have created.
They never cared what a terrible mess it became."
"They don't care about the joys and sorrows of the world."
Ding Ying smiled and made a gesture of turning the pages of the book, and then clapped his hands gently, as if closing a book, "These people are like reading a page of a book in their spare time, turning over it, turning over the pages.
It doesn’t matter whether it says ‘rituals and music collapsed’, ‘bloodshed thousands of miles’, or ‘life was ruined’.”
"The house of etiquette that has been passed down for thousands of years, the scholarly and pleasant saint's mansion, a freak has appeared, and he has become a mess."
"In a small country located in a corner, an ambitious emperor came into being. He was not familiar with military matters at all, but he resorted to militarism. In the past twenty years, half of the country's young and strong people died."
How can a child understand this? He is just immersed in hatred and asks, "Then what did you do?"
This backstreet child named Cao Qinglang burst into tears and said: "You will only kill my parents, grandpa and grandma..."
Cao Qinglang cried with sadness and anger, "What kind of hero are you? You are just a heinous devil!"
The old man seemed to be deliberately teasing the child. He imitated the child and whined a few times, and then burst into laughter.
I really don’t know if this is a childlike innocence or a crazy one.
The child was so angry that he was shaking all over.
Ding Ying smiled and said: "Actually, what those banished immortals did has nothing to do with me? No, I just found an excuse for myself to kill some interesting people."
The old man raised his arm, made a knife with the palm of his hand, and raised the fallen meat chopping gesture again and again, "One banished immortal, two banished immortals, three or four, chop them to death. Besides them, there are those who can get rid of me."
The top ten people outside, and the 'lower ten' people after that, keep the interesting ones, and kill the ones that are not pleasing to the eye."
In the child's whimpering.
Ding Ying glanced at the sky.
This time is different from the time in the 1960s.
That's why he chose to stay here instead of taking action personally. After all, he was still crazy and tried to challenge nine or even ten top experts by himself. Someone tried to do this sixty years ago, wanting to monopolize the world's martial arts fortunes.
, and ended up losing miserably.
If the young master of the flying sword could survive, everyone would be surprised.
Then Ding Ying will leave here when the time comes, so that that person won't be surprised.
Ding Ying knew that this world was like raising gu.
Deep in Ding Ying's heart, there is an unknown secret. In order to solve the mystery, he only cares about one thing. If he allows these sixty years of cultivating Gu to be in vain.
Will you come to see yourself?
Who will walk up to him?
Before that, there are two keys.
First, Zhou Shi must die on the street, allowing both Lu Fang and Zhou Fei to take the initiative.
Second, the owner of the flying sword will also die.
Ding Ying looked back at the window and smiled, thinking it was nothing difficult.
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An old man with a hooked nose was walking on the bustling streets of the capital city of Nanyuan. He was not angry or intimidating. He must be from the North. He was extremely tall and stood out from the crowd. He attracted the attention of many local people. There were several people with sharp eyes around the old man.
However, the male and female guards with vigorous steps just glanced sideways and turned back their curious and appreciative eyes. The old man was in this most kind city in the world. He felt a lot of emotion. He was used to the vastness, vastness and loneliness outside the Great Wall. It was really...
He was not used to the huge crowds here. Just when the old man was in a bad mood, a capable man walked quickly from a distance and told his mentor in the prairie dialect that he had found the man at a place called Kejia Bridge.
The place is not far away.
The old man asked this disciple to lead the way, and soon he crossed a historic stone bridge and arrived at a shop near the water. It turned out to be a silk and satin shop. The old man asked the disciples to wait outside. The shop was deserted and no customers came.
, the old man crossed the threshold alone and saw that behind the low counter, only a head was exposed, with sparse hair and a crooked head.
When the shopkeeper saw the old man, he smiled and said: "Hey, visitors are rare. I'm not surprised to see anyone recently, but when I see you, it's like the sun is rising in the west. I don't understand. Although Zhou Fei's son, I told you in advance
I took a breath and said you were coming, but I didn't really believe it, so I just thought it was a trick to help his father avoid disaster."
The shopkeeper walked around the counter, stretched out his hand to signal the hook-nosed old man to sit down somewhere casually, and spoke freely, "Grandmaster Cheng, please sit down and talk quickly, otherwise I will have to raise my neck to talk to you, which will take a lot of effort.
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The old man who came from afar didn't take the risk seriously. He sat on a rough chair for entertaining guests and said straight to the point: "If it weren't for the fact that I couldn't believe the list of ten people in the Admiration Building, I wouldn't have taken the risk here. Neither you nor I are on the list."
Among the top five, there is a high possibility of an accident. Feng Qingbai, who is undoubtedly a banished immortal, Ding Laomo's disciple Ya'er, and Zhou Fei's son Zhou Shi, there are three of them now. Who knows if there are still others secretly hiding under the water?
Old bastard and little turtle."
The shopkeeper nodded, convinced.
The four great masters, including Yu Zhenyi and Zhong Qiu, gathered at Guniu Mountain. This was news on the stage, for everyone in the world to watch.
Jingzhanglou chose to publish the list of ten people in the capital of Nanyuan this time. This is the key to the real secret.
The old man from outside the Great Wall sneered: "I use the gun, you use the knife, just like Zhong Qiu, they are all the way of outside boxing. Different from that old fox Yu Zhenyi, as long as it is a life-and-death battle, more or less he will stay."
If there are any hidden dangers of injuries, the three of us will definitely not be able to survive sixty years later. For this opportunity, I have fought all the way to this day, and there must be an explanation for all the hidden diseases in my body, big and small!"
At the end of the sentence, the old man patted the handle of the chair gently. The chair was safe and sound, but the floor of the shop at the foot of the chair had dense cracks and gaps.
The old man's disciples who entered the house outside the shop noticed the flow of energy in the house, and they all felt as if they were facing a formidable enemy, and their breathing became heavy.
The shopkeeper smiled and said: "You disciples are not very qualified. Didn't I hear that you found a little wolf cub with amazing talent in the grassland many years ago? You have trained me carefully over the years, and you are no better than Ya'er or Zhou Shi."
Aren’t these proud men of heaven inferior?”
The old man surnamed Cheng said indifferently: "He's dead. He's too talented, so it's not good."
The shopkeeper said angrily: "Cheng Yuanshan! Even if tiger poison does not eat its seeds, do you still have any humanity left?"
This old man who came all the way from outside the Great Wall to Nanyuan Kingdom was none other than Cheng Yuanshan, the Arm Saint who ranked eighth among the ten people in the world.
To be continued...