The young man just took a step and wanted to stop Zhang Ling again, but found that what he said seemed to be right. The young man was stunned and smiled: "You are going to the Song family, and it will be the same if I catch you wherever I go."
The young man turned around and tapped the sheathed knife on his left hand. He quickly caught up with the fleeing guys, threw them back one by one, and beat each one again. Then he squeezed his wrist with some relief and kicked the guy gently. He kicked the wailing strong man next to him hard, and several strong men immediately understood the meaning and quickly escaped from the young man's sight while crawling on the ground.
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Ladles flew through the air one after another, and at the same time, accompanied by the sound of tables and stools being smashed, most passers-by took a detour and ran away, for fear of damaging the fish pond, and some brave ones also hid in the farther away. Place to watch a show. Following the line of sight of a spectator, a muscular man with a rough appearance, his face flushed, his facial features distorted with anger, his fists clenched, his eyes staring straight at the lean man not far away, unable to stop wanting to look at him. Torn in half, the lean man had a lewd smile on his face, and from time to time he would curl his fingers at the person opposite.
In anger, the strong man with a fierce face grabbed a merchant's barrel and threw it towards him. The lean man dodged it nimbly and smiled at the strong man even more, with a bit more irony. The thin man laughed sarcastically and said: "Silly big man, let's just say you are tall, not smart, and your eyesight is not good. You have lost so many things, but you didn't hit any of them. Why are you wasting your time here with me?" Go home as early as possible to wash up and sleep."
The strong man with an angry look said angrily: "Monkey Lao San, if I don't tear you apart today, my surname will not be Luo."
The strong man surnamed Luo was so angry that he ran straight towards the lean man. It seemed that as soon as he collided with him, the skinny monkey-like man would be crushed to death.
Zhang Ling held Ta Xue, with a somewhat depressed look on his face. After all, he spent a few taels of silver. He had only eaten a few mouthfuls, and before he even took a sip of tea, he was forced to walk. On the contrary, Ta Xue was on one side. After a full meal, when Zhang Ling walked out of the inn, there were only leftovers in front of Ta Xue. Not even Leng Zhi was included, there was very little left that had been looted.
The sounds of fighting fell into Zhang Ling's ears. Zhang Ling glanced and saw two men with very different statures.
The strong man surnamed Luo kept throwing himself at the lean man, but failed again and again. After several attempts, the strong man was tired and out of breath, and the lean man was no better, jumping left and right. He was also very tired, and the smile on his face gradually faded away. The only difference between the two was that the lean man had some insignificant scars left by the sneak attack on the strong man.
The lean man suppressed his anger and could no longer laugh, and the momentum of his speech also faded: "Wang Daxiong, this is no longer possible. If you stop now, grandpa will spare you, what do you think?"
The strong man surnamed Luo wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, spit out a mouthful of phlegm, and still cursed: "I'll spare you, uncle, you took all my money and lost it in gambling. Even if your boss comes today, I will still have to steal it." Your skin is not good."
After saying that, the two people were intertwined again. And unintentionally, Zhang Ling became the one closest to him. Zhang Ling didn't leave, so he just followed the show. After a few moves, Zhang Ling discovered that these two people were not just ordinary scoundrels fighting randomly, and they moved decisively. , went straight to the vital point, obviously he had been taught a few tricks by someone who knew some martial arts.
"The sword in the hand of a villain will kill innocent people indiscriminately. The sword in the hand of a gentleman will help those in danger. The sword in the hand of an ordinary man will cause blood to splash five steps. The sword in the hand of a hero will leave corpses floating thousands of miles away."
Zhang Ling turned his head. A middle-aged man appeared silently and unnoticed. When he took a closer look, his face was peaceful, but he revealed an inviolable majesty. Zhang Ling said calmly: "Do you so-called experts like to say some pretentious words to attract attention?"
The middle-aged man shook his head and chuckled: "You have to keep a distance when watching the battle. If you are so close, you are more likely to get hurt."
Zhang Ling turned around and watched as he stretched out his hand and caught a flying kitchen knife in front of him. Zhang Ling looked calm and pointed with his right hand at the dagger across his chest. The middle-aged man laughed and said, "It turns out that little brother is also a master! But I was overly worried. What I just said is that there are four types of sword wielders. I wonder what kind of little brother he is?"
Zhang Ling said casually: "None of them."
The middle-aged man said softly and asked, "I wonder what kind of person you are, Zhang Ling?"
Zhang Ling frowned, showing a state of alert and said nothing. The middle-aged man smiled softly and reached out to touch Ta Xue. To Zhang Ling's surprise, Ta Xue was not as manic as usual, but instead leaned close to the man. The middle-aged man asked softly: "Do you know it?" What’s the origin?”
Zhang Ling remained silent, and the man had no choice but to ask and answer for himself: "There are hundreds of people in the world. Master Mingtang Mingming once traveled to the far north. He heard that there was snow all year round and endless darkness. On his way back, a horse The white horse came through the snow and seemed like dawn in the dark night, so it was named Beiye Longma. After he was taken away by Mingming, he was given to a man named Qin Yi when he was the deputy head of Mingtang. Now he is in your hands again. Above, it can be seen that this deputy hall master values you very much!"
The middle-aged man straightened his expression, turned around to face Zhang Ling, and said, "Let me introduce myself. Song Yutian, the head of the Song family in Downwind City, Qin Yi sent me a letter, saying that you want to find someone to accompany you. , let me pick you up."
Zhang Ling felt relieved and his brows became smooth again. However, Qin Yi's identity was a bit surprising. Zhang Ling chuckled and said, "It's really a great honor to have the Master of the Song family meet in person!"
Song Yutian looked at each other, smiled, and said, "Wait a moment."
Turning around, Song Yutian looked at the two people who were still fighting. He felt a surge of momentum and crashed directly into them. At the same time, they both fell to the ground with a mournful cry.
The man surnamed Luo and the man surnamed Wang finally looked over and almost crawled to Song Yutian. They were trembling and did not dare to get up. They shouted tremblingly: "Master Song."
When everyone saw this familiar scene, they didn't pay much attention. Everyone dispersed, except for those who were waiting for the Song family head to seek justice and demand compensation.
The man surnamed Luo was about to speak, but Song Yutian stopped him: "Okay, I don't want to know about your stupid things. If you have any problems, you can resolve them privately. You can take care of this thing on the street yourself. You have to pay whatever you deserve." "
Song Yutian paused for a moment, then continued: "Wang Housan, Luo Daxiong, tell me how many times this has happened. If there is another fight in the street next time, even if your master comes, he will have to collect the bodies for you."
The two of them immediately agreed. No matter how important money is, life is still more important. Afterwards, the people who were waiting to ask for compensation walked over angrily and stretched out their hands: "Compensate."
Song Yutian stopped looking at the two upset guys. He nodded to Zhang Ling and walked in front. Zhang Ling also held Texue's hand and followed.
Zhang Ling hesitated for a moment and said, "If the Master of the Song family handles the affairs of the two families on his own behalf, isn't he afraid that the two families will be dissatisfied?"
Song Yutian still walked forward steadily and said: "If these two families want to get benefits, they have to ask me whether I agree or not. How dare they be dissatisfied?"
Zhang Ling looked at the gentle and elegant Song Yutian. As he spoke, a sinister look appeared on his eyebrows. Zhang Ling's attitude did not change and he asked: "Are you really a great master?"
Song Yutian smiled: "I can't be considered a great grandmaster, I can barely be considered a minor grandmaster, but my Song family does have a Guiyuan realm."
Song Yutian suddenly sighed and said, "I just don't know if he is really disappointed with this family?"
Zhang Ling waited until Song Yutian calmed down, then asked again: "Will the winning disciple of the Song family go to the capital with me this time?"
Song Yutian did not answer, but asked: "Then what do you think?"
Zhang Ling thought for a while and replied: "I hope I can choose someone by myself. It doesn't necessarily have to be the one with the best martial arts. At least I can feel at ease."
Song Yutian nodded: "Well, that's fine. Disbelief is the most taboo among companions, but the loser cannot travel as a disciple of the Song family. This is not only the case for the Song family, but also for all families."
The disciples of the family represent the face of the family. This unwritten rule may seem heartless, but it is also necessary. Therefore, no matter how big the sect is, there are only a few people who are qualified to show off in the eyes of the world, and they are naturally the most outstanding ones.
