"Forget it. Senior Brother Meng's temper is supposed to be like this, and he doesn't necessarily have any malicious intentions. Besides... fellow seniors, please be patient."
Jiang Jianqing tried to reconcile.
Yang Ji didn't say anything. He turned sideways to the door. He glanced at the direction Meng Shenji left, and an unfathomable light flashed in Yang Ji's eyes.
"Let's eat."
Yang Ji took a chopstick of green vegetables and was minding his own business.
Meng Shenji's anger was just an episode, and the room quickly returned to normal.
After leaving the room, Meng Shenji did not return to his separate room. Instead, he walked around in a circle and left the inn directly, stepping into the crowded streets of Langya County.
After passing through several streets and making sure that no one was following him, Meng Shenji headed straight to a street in the west of the city.
"Candied haws on a stick. Candied haws on a stick are on sale..."
As he was walking, a candied haws seller's eyes were blocked by the gourd, and he bumped into Meng Shenji.
"Snapped!"
Meng Shenji didn't even look at it, and just slapped him in the face. The slap made the candied haws seller stagger.
"Blinded your dog's eyes!"
Meng Shenji glanced coldly and turned away.
"sorry Sorry……"
The candied haws seller nodded and bowed, apologizing profusely. After Meng Shenji had left, he lowered his head and glanced at the palm of his hand. At some point, a note was stuffed into his palm.
"Hurry up and tell the 'Fourth Village Master' to go."
A thought flashed through the man's mind, he turned around a few alleys, flicked the candied haws in his hand, and left quickly...
In a courtyard in the west of the city.
A bald man who was more than nine feet tall and looked fierce was sitting in the lobby with a golden sword. He had thick bones and a pair of powerful palms that were twice as big as ordinary people. He pressed lightly on the armrest.
Caressing gently, looking thoughtful.
In Langya County, this is the famous "Tu Yuanwai", who controls seventy or eighty large and small butcher shops in the city. Almost all the butchers in the meat business rely on him to make a living.
However, few people know that in addition to the name "Tu Yuan", this person also has another secret identity, the "Master of the Fourth Village" of the Black Wind Pirates.
"The big hermit hides in the court, the small hermit hides in the wild", the affairs in the green forest are presided over by the resourceful and famous "Six Village Master", and the other village masters don't have to worry about it at all.
Except for the "Five Village Masters" who often appear once in a while for their own reasons to coordinate actions, the other four village masters above are all divine dragons who never see the end. Even many famous thieves in the green forest don't know about these four.
Where is the village leader and what does he look like?
Everything about them is almost "blank".
No one knows that the famous "Master of the Four Villages" in Green Forest is actually Tu Yuanwai from Langya County.
"This is because your hands and feet are not clean!"
This was the first thing the "Fourth Village Master" said after reading the note left by Meng Shenji, thinking for a long time, and the buzzing sound was like thunder, making the whole hall tremble slightly:
"Now that we have decided to kill that official, we should do it more thoroughly. Why did we leave him a letter in the bookstore?"
The eyes of the leader of the fourth village, "Tu Pang", showed deep dissatisfaction. "If you cut the grass without removing the root, it will grow again with the spring breeze." This is the simplest truth.
In the green forest, even the flag-waving minions know how to behave. These guys don't do things simply, and they actually leave such a big "tail".
"Masters of the Fourth Village, it's no wonder they are this. Although the Tianyin Sect is now very powerful, it has only become a monk halfway. Naturally, these methods are not as familiar as ours."
A middle-aged master who looked like a confidant of the Fourth Village Master lowered his head and said.
"This matter was originally out of my control."
The leader of the Fourth Village, Tu Pang, held the note from Meng Shenji between his two steely fingers:
"However, it is rare for the sixth brother to write for help. Moreover, the boy from the Iron Crown Sect indirectly ruined our affairs. He almost caused the death of the sixth brother in Pingchuan City, and also made the imperial court continue to raid us for a long time. Now that he has chosen to fight with us
If Lu Lin does the right thing, it's only too late to get rid of him."
"Go take this piece of paper to the people of the Tianyin Sect. Although we can't get involved in these evil sect matters, we won't. But one branch is different. This one seems to have received the news from the ancestors.
With the help of 'Tianwaitian'. The current momentum has really allowed them to develop into something that is too big to lose. Even we, the red eyebrows, have to be wary of it. It will be a matter of time for us to coexist in the future. It is a rare opportunity, so let them owe it first.
Let’s do it as a favor.”
Tu Pang, the leader of the Fourth Village, had a deep plan in his eyes. He flicked his finger and bang! The narrow piece of paper suddenly became extremely hard, like a steel bar, and flew out.
However, when he got close to the "middle-aged master" under his command, he felt soft and fluttering, and gently fell into his hand. It was revealed that his hand was close to the sixth level of martial arts "Yin Fire Yang Talisman", "Hardness and Softness"
"the power of!
"Yes! I will send the news right now."
The middle-aged master took the note and quickly turned around and left.
…
The night is quiet.
Yang Ji sat cross-legged on the ground, his eyebrows lowered and his eyes closed, motionless. But his mental power spread in another way, like a gossamer, to the other two adjacent rooms on the left and right, just a few feet away.
"Buzz!"
Invisible to the naked eye, the "Blood Qi Sword" in two different rooms slowly floated up slightly. After about a few inches, there was a snap, the momentum was exhausted, and it fell back to the table in the room.
at every turn.
"It's still quite difficult to control two swords at the same time."
Yang Ji thought to himself.
Ever since he mastered the secret of Lu Wu's "Running Dragon Sword", Yang Ji has been trying to borrow the sword intent of the "Running Dragon Sword" and the sword intent of the "Immortal Back Sword" to control both swords at the same time.
"The Sword on the Back of the Immortal" is an elementary "sword control technique" that has no return. Although it is powerful, once the flying sword is shot out, it cannot come back at all.
Ever since Yang Ji mastered this elementary "sword control technique", he has been trying to increase its power. The number of swords controlled by the "Immortal Back Sword" at the same moment was changed from one to two. This is how
An attempt.
After all, although the "Immortal Back Sword" is powerful, it can be blocked by a well-prepared martial arts expert.
But if you use two "flying swords" at two different angles at the same time, it will be completely different. At least, the difficulty of resisting will be doubled.
However, this method consumes too much mental power. After Yang Ji tried it for a while, the mental power in his mind was close to being exhausted, and there were signs of tearing in the mental power.
This kind of rash attempt to change the way of martial arts is extremely dangerous. If you don't do it right, you may suffer from schizophrenia and disorder.
"Fortunately, I still have the help of meteorite energy."
Yang Ji secretly thought in his heart. At this moment of speaking, a warm energy surged out from the center of his eyebrows and poured into his mind, like the sweet spring water, calming the trauma of constant attempts.
After a while, Yang Ji felt that the "tearing feeling" in his mind disappeared.
"How long are you going to lock me up for?"
At this time, a familiar voice came from behind. "Qingyun Bookstore" was sitting in the corner of the room, looking at everyone with a struggling tone.
In front of him, there was a table of good food and wine, but they were tasteless.