There is white frost under the eaves of the window lattice,
At night the maple leaves are all yellow.
Hard labor and exile are casual,
Everything has its ups and downs.
-----(gorgeous dividing line)-----
At the entrance of the dilapidated palace, a group of people blocked the door.
Song Pingcun glanced at the dozen men blocking the door. Only one in the front was holding a stone knife, and all those behind were bare-handed. They all had yellow faces and thin muscles, but they did not pretend to be vicious. They walked up a few steps. He raised his hands and said, "I'm new here, so please make it a convenience."
Hearing Song Pingcun's words, the hook-nosed man and the dozen or so people behind him seemed to have heard some joke, "You just came in, no wonder your clothes are still brand new, take them all off, and I will let you in."
Song Pingcun saw that the other party didn't seem to be joking. Then he looked at the clothes of the dozen people and saw that they were just strips of cloth. Fortunately, the white fox let Ibsen hold him in his arms, and he stood in front of Ibsen, otherwise the eyes of these people would probably shine instead of asking for their clothes.
Reasoning and requesting seemed to be unreasonable. He Song Ping put his hands down, hanging them by his side, and said calmly: "In this case, you'd better get out of the way, I don't want to hurt you."
"Hahahaha!" There was a burst of laughter, and the lead man with a hooked nose holding a stone knife said in a sneer tone: "Do you know where this is? I thought that when it was beautiful outside, no matter how powerful you were outside, All the people who come in are grandchildren.”
Song Pingcun's gaze remained unchanged, staring at the people in front of him, silently calculating in his heart. From Ibsen's words, I roughly knew that these people were the ones who had committed great evil in the world. It should be their nature to be rude, and I didn't mind the contempt in their words. After a few people finished laughing, I took a step forward and ignored the The threat of stone knives.
Seeing that Song Pingcun completely ignored him and didn't even change his expression at all, but instead stepped onto the last step, the hook-nosed man's expression changed, "I have changed my mind now. If you kill him, you can eat the meat."
The hook-nosed man swung the stone knife at Song Pingcun's head without hesitation, but the result was that he and the people behind him were disappointed.
Although Feng Xingbu has not been used for many years, it does not mean that he has forgotten it. Song Pingcun ducked to the side of the man holding the knife at an incredible speed, stretched out his hand and slashed straight down with the knife. The hook-nosed man's hand holding the knife hurt. As soon as he loosened his grip, the stone knife fell from his hand. Song Pingcun raised his foot and the stone knife was placed in his hand.
"Can I go in now?" Song Pingcun raised the stone knife in his hand and placed it on the hook-nosed man's neck.
The other dozen or so people reacted and backed away.
"what happened?"
Perhaps hearing the hook-nosed man exhaling in pain, a voice of inquiry came from the palace. Immediately, he saw a man with the same sallow complexion and a Chinese character coming out. He was surprised to see Song Pingcun holding a stone knife across the hook-nosed man's neck.
As soon as I glanced at him, I saw Ibsen and the white fox in his arms at the bottom of the steps. A trace of greed flashed in his eyes, and it disappeared quickly. "Little brother just came in, right?"
"That's right, who are you?" Song Pingcun did not relax because of the arrival of someone. He pressed down on the stone knife in his hand and then pulled it two points. A line of blood immediately appeared on the neck of the hook-nosed man.
Song Pingcun's decisive and ruthless approach made the man with the Chinese character's face flash a strange color again, and he said: "It doesn't matter who is here, everyone calls me Lao Wang or Wang."
"Wang? It seems you are the boss here?" Song Pingcun roughly knew the identity of the other party in a flash of his mind.
"You are very smart. Then you should know that here, no matter how capable you are, you can't beat four hands with two fists." Lao Wang, who has a Chinese character face, still speaks in a calm and unhurried tone, as if he has everything under control.
"Really?" Song Pingcun could tell from the changes in the expression of the man with the Chinese character face just now that he couldn't negotiate properly. As soon as he finished speaking, he pulled the stone knife forward in his hand and rushed forward, heading straight towards the man with the Chinese character face.
Perhaps because of his appearance, everyone around him dispersed consciously, leaving a gap for Song Pingcun to use the Wind Walk, so he made a prompt decision and took the initiative to attack. Capture the thief first and capture the king. Only in this way can he stabilize his position. situation.
Song Pingcun's speed was unbelievable. The man with the Chinese character's face had just become dignified because of his decisive attack, and he was already in front of him.
The man's pupils shrank in disbelief, and he hurriedly punched Song Pingcun with his fist. However, Song Pingcun was well prepared. He ducked down to avoid the fist and knocked the opponent to the ground with a sweep of his legs.
This fall was a bit hard. Although the man with the Chinese character face did not scream, the pain on his face was naturally revealed.
"How many hands can save you now?" Song Pingcun stepped on his abdomen, shaking the stone knife in his hand, and asked coldly.
"Come forward and kill him." The man with the Chinese character's face showed no fear, his face was ferocious.
Although the hook-nosed man's neck was intact, the blood could no longer stop, and he was about to die. The people who had just dispersed around him were all looking at each other, but no one dared to step forward. Time has worn away their gangsterism, and those who are left are just living, who will fight for their lives.
"Be merciful!" However, a female voice came from behind the group of people.
Song Pingcun looked out of the corner of his eye and saw four women separated from the crowd at the palace gate and walked out. The current expressions on the faces of the four of them could not tell their specific age or appearance. The clothes on their bodies were still quite covering their bodies, and they were more complete than all the men next to them.
The four women did not even look at the hook-nosed man on the ground who had little chance of survival. Instead, they all knelt down in front of Song Pingcun: "My lord, please let the king go. As long as he lives, we will agree to any request."
This scene made Song Pingcun a little surprised. However, he did not respond to the women. Instead, he said coldly to the man with a Chinese character: "I just want stability and don't want to cause trouble."
After saying that, he released his feet. At the moment of the fight, he was sure that even if this old Wang had any back-ups, he could still subdue him. He had already killed one person, so there was no need to offend everyone.
Song Pingcun let go of his feet, and Lao Wang rolled on the ground and stood up. The four women came forward and checked carefully to make sure nothing was wrong before they felt relieved.
Here, Song Pingcun had already called Ibsen up the steps. The people who had blocked the door and dispersed now blocked him again. After all, Song Pingcun had not killed Lao Wang, so the king was still there.
"Get out of the way, let him in." Lao Wang rubbed his stomach. It was still hurting terribly, and he could only bear it with one breath.
Song Pingcun looked back at the man with the Chinese character face and said, "Wang, I'm offended."
The meaning of these words is very clear. Song Pingcun is not complacent because he unexpectedly knocked down the man just now. The word "king" already expresses multiple meanings. As the saying goes, it is better to resolve enemies than to make enemies. If the other party really wants to overcome difficulties, there will be no next time.
Song Pingcun and Ibsen entered the palace gate one after another. The interior of the palace was very wide and very high. The dome of the main hall was inlaid with unknown crystal stones to outline different patterns. Even after an unknown number of years, there were still Soft light.
When I saw it, there were hundreds of people in the main hall, but the three Song Jiao brothers were not seen. It must be that they haven't discovered the relationship with this palace yet.
After fighting against the aquiline nose and the Chinese character face, he is not worried that the three brothers will be in danger when they encounter evil people. After all, Fengyingjue is a compulsory practice in the Shuxian Sect. Although they can't use the soul, I think these three brothers are not so stupid that they can't use the original version of Fengxingbu. After all, these three people are the geniuses that the Death Sect worked hard to cultivate.
The main hall is a single floor with no second floor. He has never seen such a high elevated building on Blue Star. He has not seen many in the God Realm, but he probably doesn't think there are many.
Song Pingcun walked forward. He didn't know whether it was because of the stone knife in his hand or because Lao Wang's voice outside the palace just now was heard by these people. Wherever he passed, the people around him moved aside.
There was a fire that had just risen in the center of the hall. There were only a few dead branches held together. The fire looked like it would go out at any time. However, this fire made the entire spacious space warmer than when they were in the cave last night. Too much.
He helped Ibsen sit down by the flames. Several people who originally wanted to stop him were dissuaded by their companions.
It is not difficult to make a stone knife. You can make a stone knife into a sharp weapon that can break the neck with just one pull. The threat of this stone knife is more effective than anything else.
After a while, Lao Wang and four women came over and sat by the fire as well. Except for two people who have been watching the fire, there are only seven of them and one fox sitting on the innermost layer of the fire.
"What do you call this brother?" Lao Wang seemed to have completely forgotten that he was kicked over and stepped on by Song Pingcun just now, and asked with a slightly enthusiastic tone.
"Song Er"
Lao Wang was stunned for a moment. You think this is not a name? It has a given name and a surname. It’s okay to say that this is not a name but a ranking, but what’s the meaning of a name here! He was just stunned for a moment and then immediately said: "Be merciful, it is not suitable in a land of hard labor, and don't think I will be grateful."
