Chapter 184: There is a world in my heart (2)

A group of people came and left in Jianqi Mountain. In fact, everyone wanted to leave. However, some people did not dare to easily set foot in strange places because of their timidity, some did not dare to easily set foot in strange places, some did not because of their responsibilities, some did not because of trivial matters, and some did not because of their emotions, so they chose to stay in Jianqi Mountain.

As the first to step out of the sword energy, Wang Fuqiang was actually a little depressed at this moment.

Along the way, I saw many people and encountered many things. The world of Yuanyang Realm is very big and the scenery is beautiful, but he just can't like it and always feels less. It's like when he just woke up, the feeling that it didn't belong to this world at all, but now his feelings are even stronger.

There are also rivers and lakes in the Yuanyang Realm, but they are even worse than those of sword energy. At least until now, Wang Fuqiang has not met a casual cultivator like Gu Du Xunuo, let alone a casual cultivator like Yun Tianyun.

These scattered cultivators in the world gave Wang Fuqiang the feeling that they were selfish and powerful. They would betray the people they were closest to for a spiritual treasure or a secret technique, and would sharpen their heads and squeeze into the sects. No one would be proud of being a scattered cultivator. If a scattered family would throw an olive branch to them, they would do everything possible to escape the favor of the bone-holder like a dog who saw bones.

The world of Yuanyang is like a pool of stagnant water.

Wang Fuqiang felt that this larger world should not be like this.

In this world, someone should walk thousands of miles with his sword, and dare to say a word in a small body. Someone should see the injustice and draw his sword to help.

But when Wang Fuqiang walked into this world, he felt confused when he drew his sword and looked around.

In Wang Fuqiang's heart, there is also a world of war. Wang Fuqiang himself couldn't explain what kind of world it should be, but he knew very well that it was definitely not like this now.

At this moment, Wang Fuqiang should first enter a small town. Because it was already winter, the weather seemed a little cold. Although it was south, the air was particularly dry. When the north wind blew, it felt like the skin on his body was about to crack.

Under the city tower, a little beggar was holding a bowl, panicking and avoiding the pedestrians, like a frightened little bird.

A carriage galloped out of the city, and the road was suddenly full of chaos. Everyone hurriedly avoided, and the little beggar was immediately squeezed and dizzy.

After everyone avoided it, only the little beggar stood in the middle of the street, unable to tell the direction, but he was still holding the bowl tightly.

The carriage was very fast, and the little beggar had no time to hide.

With just this distance and speed, even if the person driving the car tied the reins at this time, the little beggar would probably be trampled and killed by the horse, not to mention that the strong man driving the car had no intention of stopping.

"Bang!"

With a dull sound, the carriage suddenly stopped, then left the ground, flipped in the air, just over the little beggar's head, and then fell on the street.

The magnificent carriage exploded. The man who drove the carriage had already left the carriage before it left the ground. At the same time, he pulled the people in the carriage out and landed on the side of the street.

The person who drove the car was a burly man, but there was a beautiful woman in the palace dress in the carriage. She was holding a man in her arms. She looked like she was three or four years old, but the child was pale and was sleeping.

In the middle of the street, a young man with a long sword walked towards the little beggar, seemingly not caring about the astonished gazes of the people around him.

"Bold man, how dare you shock my master's car. I think you are impatient." The man shouted loudly and punched the young man directly.

The young man carrying a sword seemed to have no idea of ​​the horror of the man's fist and forehead, and he did not hide or avoid it, or he did not feel the man's fist power at all.

"Bang!"

With a muffled sound, the man's fist hit the back of the young man with a sword. The strange young man with a sword was still moving, but the man retreated repeatedly, holding his left hand and even holding his right hand that was punching, and there were beads of sweat the size of soybeans on his forehead kept rolling out.

The beautiful woman in the palace dress narrowed her eyes slightly, her face turned gloomy, and she spoke, "You are relying on some cultivation to prevent my schedule. If we delay treatment due to this, we will definitely be with you until we have to deal with Qianyuan Sect."

As soon as these words were said, the entire street suddenly became an uproar. It was obvious that the Qianyuan Sect was not small.

Wang Fuqiang frowned and said in a deep voice: "Your son's life is life, but other people's life is not life?"

The woman squinted her eyes and looked at the little beggar, but for a moment she didn't know what to do.

If an ordinary person dares to stop her and kill her, but this person's cultivation is obviously not low, otherwise he would not have let the master of boxing do this. Although she is the daughter of Qianyuan Sect, her cultivation is actually not profound, otherwise she would not have married into the secular world at the foot of the mountain.

This time, my son suddenly had a strange disease, which was most likely because of his enemy. His husband's family searched for doctors and sorcerers, but they were powerless, so he sent it back to his parents' home.

Her husband's family is secular at the foot of the mountain, but he is also a big family, and his power and money are not small. This time, he also selected elite entourages to accompany him, but they all fell behind. It is still a long way to go to Qianyuan Sect. Now that the carriage has been destroyed, it will definitely delay his son's treatment.

Thinking of this, she suddenly became a little confused. After all, every child is the mother's heart. Otherwise, her stubborn personality would not have asked her mother's family. She was forced to do nothing.

But she never expected that such a thing would happen, and someone would stand up and ask for human rights for a beggar who was as alive as grass. Not to mention in this world, even in the entire Metacommunity, such things would be rare.

When she thought that her son was actually compared to a beggar with a bad life, she felt so angry that her chest was undulating.

Just at this moment, another team of people galloped out of the city. After entering the city, the men turned over and dismounted. One of them bowed with his fists and asked, "Madam, what's going on?"

The woman roared, "You don't have eyes, can't you see?"

Everyone frowned when the woman drank it, and then stared at Wang Fuqiang in the field, and murderous intent emerged.

In response to this, Wang Fuqiang seemed to have no feelings and said softly to the little beggar: "Is it okay?"

The little beggar shook his head woodenly.

Wang Fuqiang continued, "Let's go."

The little beggar ran to the street with the bowl in his arms, without leaving, just watching from a distance.

But the woman said gloomyly: "Kill them all, don't let that little bitch go."

After receiving the order, the guards drew out their weapons, and most of them surrounded Wang Fuqiang, while two or three men walked towards the little beggar.

Wang Fuqiang frowned slightly, and five flying swords flew out at the same time, blocking these people, and said in a deep voice: "If you want to entangle again, don't blame me for being polite."

Looking at the five flying swords flying out in one after another, all the guards couldn't help but stop and swallowed. They were just ordinary martial artists, of course they knew how terrible the monks were, let alone the monks with five flying swords, who were really like gods.

Seeing that the other party did not take action and was willing to give them a step, the guard said to the woman: "Madam, it's important to save the young master. Today's grudge will be calculated again in the future."

The woman squinted her eyes and snorted coldly: "Useless waste!"

After saying that, he walked towards a horse with his child in his arms, turned over directly, then looked at Wang Fuqiang, rode his horse and said coldly: "I, Jin Wan'er, have recorded what happened today."

The words are still there, and people have disappeared on the streets.

The guards also retreated, and those with horses rode horses and those without horses ran away, and soon all disappeared completely.

Wang Fuqiang stood in the middle of the street, not knowing what he was thinking.

Song Ziyi and Yu Qiuya walked up, and in Yu Qiuya's arms, Hongling jumped to the ground, took a few steps, and jumped to Wang Fuqiang's shoulders. Finally, Liu Zhi led the moon-white dragon horse out.

Wang Fuqiang glanced at the direction of the people leaving, then moved forward and asked, "Miss Ziyi knows Qianyuan Sect?"

Song Ziyi shook her head and said, "I haven't heard of these forces on the mountain. I don't know much about these mountain forces, but those people before looked like the Wu family."

Wang Fuqiang frowned and said, "Wu family?"

Song Ziyi nodded and said, "The Wu family is very powerful in the Qingyang Empire and is deeply involved in the royal family of the Qingyang Empire. You also know the relationship between the Shenweimen and the Qingyang Empire, so the Shenweimen has some connection with the Wu family. When I was a child, I went to the Wu family once and saw their special weapons."

Wang Fuqiang nodded and narrowed his eyes and said, "It seems that it is another big trouble."

Liu Zhi smiled and said, "Do you have less trouble? Do you care about this one?"

Wang Fuqiang nodded and said, "That's right, this is called debt that doesn't weigh on one's body."

He looked at Liu Zhi and asked, "Mr. Liu knows Qianyuanzong?"

Liu Zhi shook his head and said, "I haven't heard of it. It should be just a poor sect."

Wang Fuqiang nodded and said, "No matter what, be careful. This place is not far from Qianyuan Sect. If you can, try not to contact us."

After saying that, he stopped talking and continued moving forward, without any intention of staying in the city.

It’s not that Wang Fuqiang is afraid, but it’s not necessary, and he won’t stay in the city for no reason.

Behind everyone, the little beggar followed him from afar, not daring to get too close or too far away. He seemed to be afraid of being discovered by Wang Fuqiang, and seemed to be afraid of losing him.

After walking for a while, Wang Fuqiang frowned slightly, then stopped and turned around and said, "What are you always following us?"

After the little beggar was discovered, he stopped hiding and walked up timidly with the bowl in his arms and said, "I have no other intentions, I just want to know the name of the benefactor and be able to repay you in the future."

Wang Fuqiang was stunned and said with a smile: "Do you think I need your repayment when I save you?"

The little beggar shook his head quickly and said, "Of course not, but grandpa said that he should not forget the person who digs the well when eating water. The grace of a drop of water should be repaid with a spring. No matter how hard or poor he is, he should not be an ungrateful person."

Wang Fuqiang was stunned and couldn't help but look at the little beggar a few more times.

Wang Fuqiang smiled and said, "My name is Wang Fuqiang. I am not a person from you. I come from the side of Jianqi Mountain and River."

He then asked, "Have you eaten yet?"

The little beggar was stunned and nodded.

Wang Fuqiang took a look around and saw a stall selling chaos on the side of the road, so he walked up.
Chapter completed!