As Qian Dayong boasted like this, he straightened up like a carp, stood up, wrapped his arms around his neck to perform a hidden knife move, and then stepped forward violently, opening and closing the nine-ring knife, dancing like a tiger.
Looking at Qian Dayong's posture, Yan Zhuo frowned even more, thinking: "Not only does this man have no internal strength, his sword skills are also a mess, completely disorganized. He is obviously not the same group as those black-clad swordsmen." He thought.
As he stood, his heels suddenly locked, and when he saw the nine-ring sword was about to fall, he rushed in, wrapped his arms around Qian Dayong's ribs, and threw Qian Dayong to the ground with a "cloud top" move.
Qian Dayong was thrown so hard that he could hardly breathe, and his face turned red from the pain. Yan Zhuo didn't hesitate, he picked him up with one hand and shouted: "Your leader has been captured by me.
If you know what’s going on, put down the knife!”
A group of bandits heard the sound and looked towards their boss Qian Dayong. They saw Qian Dayong being held in the air by a young man with one arm. He was lying on his back and his limbs were swaying like an overturned tortoise. However, Qian Dayong was captured by Yan Zhuo.
Standing in mid-air, he was still unfazed and shouted: "Brothers, leave me alone, the worst is that we will be brothers again in eighteen years!"
Seeing their elder brother like this, the bandits didn't know what to do for a moment. Although they still held the weapons in their hands, they only defended but did not attack. Shen Tong also stopped when he saw this, but Wu Sansheng turned a blind eye and held a mourning stick in his hand.
His hand was unstoppable and he killed three people in a row. If everyone in front of him hadn't dispersed, he would have had no intention of stopping.
The situation reached a deadlock, with the Beggar Clan disciples and the bandits standing opposite each other, not knowing how to act for the moment.
Yan Zhuo threw Qian Dayong in the air like a ball and then shouted: "Why don't you put down the blade in your hand and surrender?"
Before he finished speaking, a girl in red robe walked briskly through the door. She was dressed in a bright red robe, had a round face, and her eyes were as round and pure as beads. She was the Shuang'er who had been rescued by Qiao Zhenyue before.
.When she heard that Brother Qiao was coming back soon, she was so happy that she couldn't help but go to Omi City to wait.
"Miss Shuang'er, leave quickly!" a Beggar Clan disciple shouted.
Shuang'er's smiling face froze, and he froze on the spot, looking blankly at everything in front of him. She was honest and upright (not too brainless), and she was lovable. She was very popular in the Beggar Clan, and all the Beggar Clan disciples saw her.
When she entered the gate, she felt uneasy, fearing that something might happen to her.
And the gangsters obviously also thought that this woman was not simple. With a long sword, they placed it on Shuang'er's neck and threatened: "Let our eldest brother go quickly, or I will kill this little girl!"
"What a piece of shit, is this what I taught you?"
Before any of the disciples of the Beggar Clan could say anything, Qian Dayong, who was held up in the air, started to curse loudly.
"I'm nicknamed Jumping Sky Leopard. I'm the king of the mountain. I'm a serious bandit. I bully women. I'm the one who insults me. You bunch of chickens, please let me go quickly. Otherwise, I'll kill you. Don't let me use my nine-ring sword."
Become a ten-ring sword!"
The bandits were all stunned when they saw this, and they could only let Shuang'er back after hesitation.
When Qian Dayong saw that his subordinates had let Shuang'er go, he opened his mouth and said to Yan Zhuo: "Hero, my flying leopard skills are not as good as others, admit defeat. I was the one who organized this matter. I am responsible for the work alone. You gang of beggars want to kill and wipe out the whole city."
Yes, but I have one condition, which is to let my brothers go."
Seeing what their eldest brother said, the group of bandits boiled strong wine in their hearts and turned into tears, crying: "Brother, brother, we won't leave, we surrender, let our eldest brother go."
Seeing that this group of bandits still had some loyalty, Yan Zhuo felt compassion in his heart. He put Qian Dayong down and said, "I think you are a man. I can spare your brother's life. As for the Beggar Gang, If I want to spare you, go and ask Elder Shen Tong Shen and Elder Wu from Wu San Province over there."
When Qian Dayong heard what Yan Zhuo said, he stepped on the ground with his feet. Seeing that he was not dreaming, he cupped his hands and thanked him. Then he walked to Shen Tong and Wu Sansheng and said, "I, Qian Dayong, can only do things and take responsibility for others. Let me go." I will avenge my brothers!"
Shen Tong and Wu Sansheng were naturally able to understand the meaning of Yan Zhuo's words.
Shen Tongtong: "For the sake of Young Master Yan, we will not pursue this matter. You can take your brothers and leave."
"No!" Wu Sansheng said sternly, "In our Beggar Clan, he can come and leave whenever he wants. Now that Yan Shaoxia's face has been taken care of, do we still need the face of my Beggar Clan? You have to do this. Give the beggars an explanation."
Qian Dayong nodded and said: "I understand the rules of the world. If I keep my head, can my brother leave?"
Wu Sansheng remained silent and regarded it as his acquiescence.
Qian Dayong looked at Wu Sansheng and Shen Tong, then turned to look at his brothers, grinned, picked up the nine-ring knife on the ground, and gave himself a slap in the arm - saying goodbye to the brothers. The iron rings clattered. The sound of "la" has reached his ears, but he does not regret his decision. He has listened to his husband's story since he was a child, and he attaches great importance to the word "faithfulness" in the book. But he never loses faith in the word faith.
"etc."
One sentence, two words, slipped into Qian Dayong's ears lightly. He exerted force on his palm, but the handle of the knife was still in his hand. "Am I dead?" He opened his eyes, and the blade of the knife reflected the sunlight, and it was white. "This Is this the underworld? Why is it so bright?"
"Gang leader!" Everyone shouted in Qian Dayong's ears in unison.
Qian Dayong's heart trembled. What was going on? Could it be that I had accumulated good deeds during my lifetime, and as soon as I arrived in the underworld, the Lord of Hell made me a gang leader? He was shocked at first, and then excited. He blinked his eyes impatiently, wanting to Clear the white light in front of you and see his gang.
"Haha, I am also the leader of a gang. I am the gang leader. Hahaha, I want to name my gang the Yingtian Gang, and we will also have the reputation of our Yingtian Gang in the underworld!"
Just as he was falling into this beautiful fantasy, a deep male voice said in his ear: "Open your eyes quickly, don't be happy, I didn't hit you."
When Qian Dayong heard the sound, he opened his eyes and saw a strong man with a full beard looking at him with a pair of black brows furrowed. The two elders of the Beggar Clan were standing behind him with respectful expressions.
"You're awake and I didn't hit you, so why did you faint?" The strong man said, "I just saw how generous you were in dying. I thought you were a man, but why are you so timid?"
When Qian Dayong heard someone saying that he was timid, he stood up like a carp and said plausibly: "My name is Qian Dayong! Dayong! I...I am so courageous. Who are you? If you don't accept it, just make peace with me." Let me compete to see who is braver!"
"Discourteous!" Shen Tong shouted, "This is our gang leader Qiao Zhenyue. If the gang leader hadn't spared your life, you would have met the King of Hell by now!"
Qian Dayong took a closer look at Qiao Zhenyue in front of him. He was dressed in a gray cloth robe, with a long beard that moved in the wind, covered with wind and frost. A big hand was still holding the back of his nine-ring knife. It seemed that he was the one who stopped him. The power of the sword is truly terrifying.
"It's okay. This guy is a bit heroic, I like it." Qiao Zhenyue raised his head and smiled and said: "Shen Tong, Wu Sansheng, why did you rush 800 miles to call me back?"
Shen Tong and Wu Sansheng looked at each other, and it was Wu Sansheng who said: "Gang Leader, Vice Leader Peng has encountered something unexpected."
"What do you mean?" Qiao Zhenyue's eyes suddenly turned cold.
Wu Sansheng continued: "Three nights ago, Vice President Peng was killed by a gangster. The murderer used the Peng family's Five Tigers Broken Door Knife."
With a "bang" sound, Qiao Zhenyue's palm turned red, and the nine-ring knife in his hand broke into pieces in the blink of an eye.
Qian Dayong saw his nine-ring sword shattering on the ground like a peach cake. The horror in his heart was indescribable. Is this still a power that ordinary people can possess?
"Has the murderer been found?" Qiao Zhenyue said in one sentence, and the blood in his palms and the tears in his eyes also fell together.
"Still investigating." Wu Sansheng said, "What we know now is that there is more than one murderer. The murderer's shoes have Youqi's pattern printed on the soles. He should be a secret organization in the world."
Qiao Zhenyue felt like his heart was twisting like a knife, and he endured the pain and said: "Check, if the murderer is caught, he will be killed without mercy!"
"I...I have something to say!" Qian Dayong stammered, "I've seen that little unicorn pattern."
Everyone was startled, looked at Qian Dayong, and said together: "Tell me, where have you seen him!"
Just as Qian Dayong was about to speak, a ray of golden light burst out from the eaves. The hidden weapon was so urgent and fast that no one could react in time. Qiao Zhenyue was so anxious that he raised his gray robe and tried to protect Qian Dayong with his own body.
At the critical moment, Yan Zhuo flicked his wrist, and the Feiyan Dart suddenly took action, shooting down the golden light. Not to be outdone, the killer behind the eaves flashed golden light in his hand, and Yan Zhuo also threw the Feiyan Dart back. For a while, the crackling sound of impact was heard all the time.
Qian Dayong saw a gray robe in front of him and a money dart split in half on the ground. His heart was beating wildly: "Damn, my eyes are open. These people are really awesome, and they are fucking gods." It’s like fighting.”
The last sound suddenly stopped. Both Yan Zhuo and the killer had lost their hidden weapons. The killer cursed the essence of the nation under the eaves, lowered his head and disappeared.
Yan Zhuo clenched his fists to relieve his sore fingers. The killer was a money dart. This kind of hidden weapon is very common in the world, but the techniques used are different, but the money dart can display such an overwhelming momentum. There are only Tangmen in the south of the Yangtze River and Young Master Luohua in the north of the Yangtze River. The money darts used by the Tangmen are called Thirty-six Feiyun Money Darts. They can shoot eighteen money darts in one go with both hands. The money darts used by the Young Master Luohua are called Mantian. Huayu sprinkles money, which is more powerful than Tangmen. He can shoot thirty-six money darts in one breath, but his thirty-six are not only fired continuously by his left and right hands, but also by the mechanism in his sleeves.
"According to the method of that person just now, that person should be the apprentice of Mr. Luohua, but Mr. Luohua has not been around in the world for more than ten years, and I have not heard of any descendants of him."
Yan Zhuo walked to Qiao Zhenyue and asked, "Brother, are you okay?"
Qiao Zhenyue nodded, patted Yan Zhuo's shoulder, looked at Qian Dayong without saying anything, and asked, "Where have you seen that little unicorn pattern?"
Qian Dayong did not dare to hide anything, so he told everything he knew: "That man came to us two days ago in the barren mountains in the east. At that time, we had just escaped from Jiangzuo and had no place to live.
After dinner, he came over to chat with me and invited me to drink. He was very generous during the meal. A man's kindness should be repaid by a spring, so when he asked me to attack the beggar gang, I agreed, even though I had drunk too much.
, but people don’t believe it... no way, I’m here.”
"Then how do you know he has Youqi's pattern on him?" Qiao Zhenyue asked.
Qian Dayong replied: "It was very humid on the mountain that day, and he would leave footprints every step he took. I found the young unicorn pattern interesting, so I remember it very deeply."
"Do you remember what that person looks like?" Qiao Zhenyue then asked.
"Remember." Qian Dayong said, "That man has a thin face, slender eyes, red phoenix eyes, no beard, clean face, looks like a scholar, rhinoceros bone is a bit tall, nose is not long but tall, somewhat
He has a hooked nose and thin lips, and is a good drinker. We drank three jars of wine together and he was still not drunk at all."
Qiao Zhenyue nodded after hearing this, and looked at Wu Sansheng aside. Wu Sansheng also nodded, took out his pen and ink and drew a portrait on the spot.
Qian Dayong looked at the portrait painted by Wu Sansheng, his eyes widened, and he said that it was exactly the same.
"Tell the brothers of the Beggar Clan to post this portrait to me all over the three states, and conduct strict inspections of bathhouses and brothels everywhere. Once anyone is found with a small unicorn pattern on his shoes or body, he will immediately fire command arrows to round him up!" Qiao Zhenyue ordered.
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Shen Tong and Wu Sansheng both claimed that they were the ones and retreated with their disciples and Qian Dayong. Shuang'er, who was dressed in red robes, looked at Qiao Zhenyue's speechless back and left wisely, leaving only Yan Zhuo and Qiao.
Zhenyue and Yue stood in the courtyard, facing each other.
Qiao Zhenyue said: "Would you like to have a drink with me?"
Yan Zhuo said: "Okay, you can drink as much as you want."
Qiao Zhenyue smiled, turned around and entered the inner hall. His steps were heavy, and every step he took made a dull sound on the ground: "There is an inner hall here, which is a wine cellar. Peng Zhen specially prepared it for me. In fact, these three
There is a wine cellar in every church in the state, which he prepared for me. He said that I should drink up one wine cellar when I get married, another wine cellar when I give birth to a child, and another wine cellar when the child is one month old.
Just a wine cellar.”
When he said this, his eyes couldn't help but turn red again, and his eyes were filled with tears.
"Brother Qiao, my condolences." Yan Zhuo also felt sad in his heart. He wanted to comfort Qiao Zhenyue but didn't know how to comfort him. Any comfort was of no use at this time. This extreme pain could only be relieved through revenge and time.
All he could do was drink.
He picked up a jar of wine, opened the seal, handed it to Qiao Zhenyue, and then picked up a jar himself.
"Have a drink, Brother Qiao, and use the wine in this cellar to send it to Senior Peng."
