Volume 1: A Sword Comes from the West Chapter 7: The Restaurant Staff Can Destroy Mountains
Li Xiuping shook his head and said: "No, they are just a few disciples of Jingde Sect."
The old man couldn't help but frown, then waved his hands repeatedly and said: "I won't go, I won't go, I haven't even heard of it."
Li Xiuping said: "You have always heard that others don't bully me."
The old shopkeeper sat back on the recliner and looked up at Li Xiuping. He had watched this kid grow up, so he didn't know what he was thinking. He asked again: "Are you really sure?"
Li Xiuping nodded.
The old man closed his eyes and asked after a long while: "What level do you want?"
Li Xiuping was stunned for a moment, and then replied: "It depends on Grandpa Liu's mood, but it's best to make the noise louder."
The old man did not speak anymore, but waved his hand to Li Xiuping, indicating that Li Xiuping could leave.
After Li Xiuping left, a young man in a green shirt walked out of the restaurant and looked at the direction in which Li Xiuping left.
"Go there and make the noise louder, but don't wipe out the family." The old shopkeeper still had his eyes closed and his voice was very low, like talking in a dream.
The young man frowned and said, "What's the point of a small, unpopular sect?"
The old shopkeeper's eyes suddenly opened, he glared at the young man and said, "Why don't you enjoy yourself after taking advantage of this?"
The young man said: "Sir, you are not someone who takes advantage."
The old shopkeeper said quietly: "It's time to leave Qingyang County anyway, and it's time to let go of this fate. Do you really think that a few kids in the Qi refining stage can really bully that kid? This kid is afraid of the old man and I don't want to."
, I just wanted to use this favor before leaving."
The young man nodded, and then asked: "The student doesn't understand. He obviously has a better choice, why would he choose Huayang Sect?"
The old man asked: "What is a better choice? The right one is the best. This kid is a thief."
The young man nodded and said, "That's it."
He then asked: "Something has happened here. Is Sir going back?"
The old shopkeeper nodded, then shook his head, but said nothing.
The young man didn't quite understand what it meant, and he couldn't keep asking.
The old shopkeeper closed his eyes again and said quietly: "It's time to go back, but you can't go back yet. Didn't they hold a Ten Thousand Immortals Conference? You can go and have a look then."
The young man was stunned for a moment, then nodded.
The old shopkeeper continued: "When you finish processing... what sect is it called?"
The young man said: "Jingdemen."
The old shopkeeper nodded and said: "I'm old, my memory is not good either. It seems that I won't be able to use the 'Return', so you can take it with you from now on."
The young man looked at the old shopkeeper with astonishment and disbelief.
The old man seems to have fallen asleep.
The young man stopped disturbing him, patted his gown with the rag in his hand, and then walked eastward along the street.
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Jingdemen. Foot of the mountain.
At this moment, six Jingdemen disciples returned from Qingyang County, two were supporting one, and they were walking with difficulty.
When they saw their mountain gate, the six of them stopped, and one disciple asked: "Brother, what should we say when we go back?"
A disciple with a bruised nose and swollen face rolled his eyes and said: "You carried us two up and said we were looking for Li Xiuping to make swords, but he didn't look down on us as disciples of Jingde Sect, so he took us away without any explanation.
He was seriously injured."
One person suddenly flattered him and said: "Senior brother is still smart. If this happens, the leader will definitely be furious, and he may even commit suicide in Qingyang County himself."
Just at this time, a young man wearing a blue Confucian shirt looked left and right, as if he had lost his way in the mountains. After seeing the six people, he looked happy and ran forward and asked: "Excuse me, is this Jingde Gate?"
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The six of them were stunned, looking up and down at this guy dressed as a scholar.
After looking around for a long time without finding any clues, the six people made eye contact, and then one of them nodded and said: "Yes, we are Jingdemen disciples. What can you do?"
The young scholar hurriedly said: "I have heard about the Jingde sect's method of cultivating the gods. Nowadays, the evil problem is serious, so I came here to ask for one or two magic weapons."
The six people frowned, and then the senior brother who was beaten by Xu Bansheng with a bruised nose and face said: "We naturally have the Jingdemen magic weapon, but whether you can get it depends on fate. In this case, you can follow us up the mountain first
, As for whether the real master is willing to give you a magic weapon, I can't guarantee it."
The scholar in green shirt expressed his gratitude again and again.
The other disciples couldn't understand this senior brother's decision. What they wanted to do now was not to go back to the sect to complain, and then let the sect avenge them?
And what the Jingde Sect disciple did was actually just holding back. After all, the man named Xu claimed to be a Huayang Sect disciple. If it was true, there would definitely be no hope for revenge, and maybe they would still be punished.
If they bring back a person who prays for a magic weapon, no matter how much money this guy can spend, at least the elders of the sect will not punish them in front of outsiders. When this person leaves Jingdemen, the elders of the sect will be angry.
It's almost gone, and even if there is a punishment, it won't be too severe.
Thinking of this, this Jingdemen disciple couldn't help but secretly admire him, and couldn't help but smile. It was just because of the injury, but instead of smiling, he grinned in pain. The fat guy with the smile on his face couldn't help but appear in his mind.
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As we climbed the mountain step by step, we soon entered the Jingdemen Mountain Gate. Then some Jingdemen disciples came to report, and then two immortal old men came out directly. Just as they were about to ask questions, they saw six people
The young scholar who was brought back could not help but fall into thinking.
As soon as the tall Jingde disciple saw his elders, he burst into tears and narrated his tragic experience. However, he did not mention anything about the Huayang Sect.
The two old men at Jingdemen immediately became furious and shouted: "It's too much to bully others!"
Another old man frowned and said, "Then Li Xiuping doesn't have spiritual roots? How could he have seriously injured you all with just one move?"
At this time, the scholar in green shirt came out and said: "The truth about this matter is actually not that, but..."
Before he finished speaking, the angry old man interrupted coldly: "Who are you?"
The scholar in green shirt could only say: "I, Qi Wenxing, have met two seniors."
The two of them had obviously never heard of this name, so they then asked: "What did you mean by what you said before?"
The scholar in blue shirt said: "What they said is not true. The fact is that they forced Li Xiuping to make swords, but Li Xiuping did not agree..."
Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by the old man again, saying: "Are you saying that one of my disciples is deceiving me?"
After being interrupted twice, the scholar in green shirt couldn't help but frown. When he came, he actually had a headache and didn't know what to do, but now he doesn't feel like he has that much of a headache anymore.
Qi Wenxing sighed: "Whether or not there was deception, it actually doesn't matter anymore."
The two old men couldn't help but frown.
Qi Wenxing continued: "My husband owes Mr. Ouye a favor. You Jingdemen disciples bullied that boy Li Xiuping in Qingyang County today. He came to ask my husband to give him an explanation. My husband dislikes your Jingdemen disciples."
If it’s too weak, just let me, a disciple, take a trip.”
He said helplessly: "If the master talks, the apprentice will break his leg, and there is nothing the junior can do."
The two old men frowned, and the six disciples also looked at the young scholar who called himself Qi Wenxing in astonishment. Aren't they here to ask for a magic weapon? How come they are here to ask for an explanation for Li Xiuping?
The faces of several people instantly became extremely ugly. So what's the point? If this guy has no ability, that's all. But if this guy is some kind of master and causes Jingdemen to suffer losses, then they will have to be cramped and skinned afterwards?
"May I ask who your gentleman is?" another old man asked with narrowed eyes.
Qi Wenxing shook his head and said: "You don't deserve to know the name of my husband, but you two seniors can rest assured that I will leave one of the three hills of Jingdemen."
"What a loud tone!"
At this time, another person walked out and came closer. He said in a deep voice, "I want to see how you can demolish the two hills of my Jingde Gate?"
Qi Wenxing looked at this man and said with a smile: "It's actually very simple."
After saying that, he raised his foot and stepped on it. The whole ground shook violently in an instant, and then a crack appeared under his feet and spread forward at an extremely fast speed.
Almost in the blink of an eye, countless palaces in front collapsed instantly, and all kinds of wailing and pitiful screams could be heard endlessly.
The six Jingdemen disciples had already fallen to the ground, and the three Jingdemen old gods finally managed to stabilize themselves.
At this moment, the three of them didn't dare to be disrespectful at all. They knelt on the ground and begged: "Please give me a noble hand and spare my Jingdemen this time."
This young man could use such magical powers with just a few movements and destroyed an entire mountain in one go. There was no way they could compete.
In response to the three people's pleas, the young man named Qi Wenxing remained unmoved and said leisurely: "I said we would only demolish two buildings, so we won't demolish more or less."
At this time, countless Jingdemen disciples continued to move closer, and many even directly used their swords to volley in the air.
After these people approached, they did not take action. Instead, they looked at the three Jingdemen elders kneeling on the ground with stunned expressions. They couldn't figure out what was going on for a while.
Qi Wenxing obviously didn't want to talk nonsense to these people. With a shake of his right hand, the rag used to wipe the table appeared in his hand. However, the originally soft rag was now pulled straight by some invisible force, like a broad sharp blade.
Qi Wenxing raised his foot and stepped on it again, and the entire mountain collapsed instantly, but his body stood on the same spot out of thin air.
"Kill!" an old man in black robe shouted, and countless strong men from Jingde Sect rushed towards Qi Wenxing like a tide.
Qi Wenxing raised his right hand and waved the rag in his hand forward, and countless Jingdemen disciples fell downwards like raindrops.
It turns out that in addition to wiping tables, rags can also be used to kill people.
Qi Wenxing took a step out of thin air, and a circle of light exploded between heaven and earth. Another mountaintop was affected by this circle of light, and was cut off in half on the spot! At this moment, Qi Wenxing's body had already landed on the remaining half of the mountaintop.
His body seemed to weigh tens of millions of kilograms. After his body landed on the top of the mountain, the remaining half of the mountain exploded and turned into dust all over the sky.
As the dust dissipated, only a scholar stood out of thin air, his scholar's shirt floating, and his elegance was extraordinary.
The remaining Jingdemen strong men looked pale. Looking at the young man dressed as a scholar, they couldn't believe that such a gentle and seemingly powerless scholar could be so terrifying.
Qi Wenxing put the rag on his shoulder and said to the Jingdemen monks: "I have already given that boy the explanation he asked for. If you want to ask me for an explanation, just do it."
Who dares to take action?
All the Jingdemen monks were stunned in place, not even daring to reply.
Many people still can't figure out how Jingdemen could provoke such a terrible guy. The emotions on his face were complicated, including confusion and bitterness, and finally turned into embarrassment.
Because the guy just stood there without taking any further action or intending to leave, all the monks at Jingdemen could only stand there, not daring to make any unnecessary moves.
Fortunately, it didn't last long before the scholar said, "Since no one takes action, I'll take my leave."
The scholar just walked away, and his body soared into the sky, swaying upwards, and disappeared into the sea of clouds in just an instant.
A long, long time.
The leader of the Jingde Sect looked at the only lonely hilltop and became furious, shouting: "What the hell is going on?"
Everyone looked at each other.
At this time, an old man crawled out of the ruins with a blank look on his face. Everywhere he saw were desolate ruins.
Upon hearing the leader's inquiry, the old man stood up and saluted: "Some of the disciples in the sect have somehow provoked Mr. Ou Ye's disciple Li Xiuping. This person is here to stand up for Li Xiuping."
The head of Jingde Sect stared at the elder angrily and said loudly: "Who is it?"
The elder looked around and saw nothing but ruins, and there were no traces of the disciples at all. He said bitterly: "I'm afraid it's already..."
The head of the Jingde Sect had nowhere to vent his anger, and struck the only remaining hilltop with a palm strike. It was a pity that he did not have the powerful means of the scholar, otherwise the Jingdemen might not even be able to survive the last hilltop.
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When Li Xiuping returned to the blacksmith shop, it was already dusk.
Xu Bansheng was bored and lazy, so he moved a stool and sat by the stream, holding a bamboo pole in his hand, probably fishing.
Hearing the footsteps, Xu Bansheng turned around, then stared at the roast chicken in Li Xiuping's hand, and grinned: "We can have a big meal tonight."
As he spoke, he reached out and patted the wooden basin at his feet.
Li Xiuping walked over and looked down. The wooden basin was filled with fish of all sizes, at least ten or twenty.
Li Xiuping frowned and said, "How did you do it?"
Xu Bansheng was stunned and asked: "You mean fishing?"
Li Xiuping nodded. He was indeed a little depressed. The fishing rod was naturally his. He usually liked to sit by the stream and fish when he had nothing to do, but he had never had such a rich harvest. Sometimes he couldn't even catch two fish in a whole day.
strip.
Xu Bansheng smiled and said: "Want to learn? I'll teach you, but..."
Li Xiuping interrupted: "Not interested."
After saying that, he turned around and walked towards the blacksmith shop, leaving Xu Bansheng with a confused look on his face.