The gentle breeze blows through the willows and the fragrance of flowers is intoxicating. It is the spring season in the South.
On the official road leading to Fuzhou City, Hao Shuai, dressed in white Confucian robes and riding a white horse, galloped, looking like a graceful and free-spirited scene.
In order to realize his childhood dream of wearing a beautiful horse and fighting across the rivers and lakes, Hao Shuai gave up using telekinesis to fly, and instead bought a white horse. He first spent a week finding someone to teach him how to ride a horse, and then slept rough all the way to Fuzhou. Come. Although the journey has been satisfying for a hero, the hardships along the way cannot be appreciated by outsiders.
Hao Shuai decided that he would never suffer this crime again. When he had time to return to the night shift world, he asked Narumi Jinguji to buy a few RVs and motorcycles to put them in the space and take them out when he needed to rush.
When he arrived in Fuzhou City, he randomly asked a passerby for the direction of Fuwei Escort Agency, and Hao Shuai rode his horse slowly in the direction of Fuwei Escort Agency.
After a while, Hao Shuai stood in front of a magnificent mansion. He saw a two-foot-high flagpole erected on the two stone altars on the left and right, with a green flag flying on the top of the pole. The yellow silk thread on the right flag is embroidered with a majestic lion with teeth and claws. The flag flutters in the wind, making the lion look more energetic. There is a pair of bats embroidered in black silk thread flying above the head of the lion. The flag on the left is embroidered with the four black characters "Fuwei Escort Agency", with silver hooks and iron strokes, which are extremely strong.
The red-lacquered door of the mansion has gleaming copper nails the size of teacups. A plaque on the top of the door reads "Fuwei Escort Agency" in four large gold-lacquered characters, with two small characters "General Number" written across the bottom. There were two rows of benches at the entrance, and eight men in smart attire were sitting on them. They all had straight backs and showed a heroic spirit.
Looking at the still majestic Fuwei Escort in front of him, Hao Shuai knew that Fuwei Escort had not yet been wiped out.
After Hao Shuai inspected the escort agency, he went to a restaurant, went up to the second floor, ordered a table of wine and food, and ate slowly.
After finishing the meal, Hao Shuai called the waiter and asked him if Mr. Lin, the head of the Fuwei Escort Agency, was back?
After the waiter in the store made it clear that Mr. Lin's bodyguard had not returned yet, Hao Shuai asked for the direction of Xiangyang Lane, then asked the waiter to open a room and went to rest.
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When night falls slowly and the lanterns are turned on, the streets of Fuzhou City are filled with bustling people.
Hao Shuai mingled with the crowd and strolled towards Xiangyang Lane. He turned left and right on the street. After walking for more than ten minutes, Hao Shuai arrived at Xiangyang Lane.
Walking into Xiangyang Lane, Hao Shuai looked around like an ordinary tourist, and finally saw an old house at the end of the alley. The old house has a black door and white walls, with an old vine coiled on top of the wall. On the plaque in front are two large painted characters "Lin Zhai". This is the ancestral home of the Lin family.
Hao Shuai looked around and made sure there was no one around, then flew directly into the old house and found a small Buddhist hall in the northwest corner according to the plot.
When I pushed the door open and walked in, I saw a mottled portrait of Bodhidharma hanging in the middle. There was a very old futon on the west side of the Buddhist hall. There were wooden fish, bells and a stack of Buddhist scriptures on the table.
This is the place where Lin Yuantu chanted Buddha's name and practiced meditation after he retired in his later years.
Hao Shuai looked along the right index finger in the picture on the back of Bodhidharma, activated his telekinesis, and took down a red object directly from the beam, which was a cassock.
Hao Shuai unfolded his old cassock, and saw that there were countless small words faintly written on it. The first sentence that came to his eyes was that everyone knows and knows, "If you want to practice magical skills, you must first commit suicide." '
"That's enough." Hao Shuai put away his cassock and determined not to look down again.
And even if Hao Shuai wanted to look down, he couldn't understand.
Even if the entire evil-fighting sword manual is written in traditional Chinese characters, TMD is actually written vertically from right to left, and it is still written in classical Chinese. There is not even a punctuation mark. If it weren't for the traditional Chinese characters, there are a few gaps from time to time to indicate breaks. If opened, Hao Shuai couldn't even tell whether these traditional Chinese characters were a whole article or a combination of multiple characters.
Damn it, I really envy those seniors who have the system. They don’t have to worry about whether they can read or understand the secrets. The system directly instills them into their brains and rises to the highest level. It’s not like Hao Shuai is like this now, looking at the densely packed little secrets on his cassock. Font head almost exploded.
Fortunately, Hao Shuai didn't plan to practice the evil-fighting sword manual from the beginning, but it is estimated that the secret books he will get in the future will be the same. It seems that he needs to find a master to learn the common sense of martial arts such as acupoints and meridians.
Thinking that Dongfang Bai was practicing the "Sunflower Book", he thought that giving her the sword manual to ward off evil would be of some use to her.
After Hao Shuai put the sword manual into the space, erased all traces, and returned to the inn to rest.
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In a wine shop outside Fuzhou city
Hao Shuai was wearing a black suit with a big silver gun stuck next to him. He was sitting at a table and drinking a small drink. His eyes were not looking at the owner of the wine shop.
If anyone who knew Hao Shuai saw him at this time, he would not recognize him, because at this time Hao Shuai had a Chinese character face, and he looked thick and thick, which was not at all the same as his previous handsomeness.
In fact, masters of Chinese martial arts who have reached Huajin can control facial muscles at will, and at the same time, they can change their height and body shape by controlling their muscles and bones. Of course, this height change must be within a certain range, and it is impossible to become shorter or taller without limit.
The reason why Hao Shuai stared at the wine shop owner was not because he had changed his sexual orientation, but because Hao Shuai knew that he was pretending to be the second-year-old Lau Deno, and later Lin Pingzhi would be carried back by Yue Lingshan.
Hao Shuai is ready to change the fate of Lin Pingzhi's family. Thinking about it, Lin Pingzhi is also a poor person. He has been favored by thousands of people since he was a child. He doesn't know the dangers of the world. What is commendable is that he still has a benevolent and heroic heart. Unfortunately, he suffered a fate overnight. Suffering the catastrophe of annihilation and carrying a blood feud, he eventually gradually went to a destructive extreme.
Sure enough, after a while, I saw a handsome young man walking over with a girl on his back, followed by two entourages.
Hao Shuai took a closer look at Lin Pingzhi. Sure enough, he was very handsome with delicate features and delicate features. No wonder he was able to poach Linghu Chong.
Sure enough, facial control is a phenomenon that has existed since ancient times.
Lauderno saw Lin Pingzhi and the others coming to greet them. After some conversation, Lin Pingzhi sat at an empty table beside him, with two attendants standing behind him.
At this time, there was suddenly the sound of horse hooves, followed by a "tearing" sound, and two horses crashed into the tea shed and rushed in.
Riding on the horse were Yu Renyan and his junior brother from the Qingcheng sect, who were also his targets this time.
After Yu Renyan and the others controlled the horses, they turned around and wanted to leave. The veteran actor Laudno quickly stepped forward to stop him and said, "Two guests, look, you two have knocked down my tea shed, how can you say that?" Just leave?"
After hearing this, Yu Renyan kicked Lauderno away and cursed: "Go, you ignorant turtle grandson, who asked you to open the tea shed here? I haven't argued with you yet!"
At this time, Yue Lingshan came out of the house and saw Lauderno lying on the ground. She rushed up to question Yu Renyan and the two. What followed was a conversation about a bad boy teasing a good girl. When she heard Lin Pingzhi next to her, she was so angry that she wanted to slam the table and make a statement. Opinion.
Seeing this, Hao Shuai quickly jumped in front of him. He slapped the table with his big hand and made a "bang" sound. At the same time, he stood up and walked towards Yu Renyan and Yu Renyan with his silver gun. As he walked, he cursed: "You bastard, how dare you Fighting my overlord gun Tang Bohu for his wife! I don’t know that I have been keeping an eye on her for several days!”
"Hey, there are still people pretending to be heroes, aren't you afraid that I will kill you?" Yu Renyan said fearlessly seeing that Hao Shuai was young.
"You still want to kill me? Have you ever asked me if I have a gun?" Hao Shuai looked at Yu Renyan with contempt.
"Then let me test your strength." After Yu Renyan finished speaking, he pulled out his sword. The sharp sword in his hand was as strong as a pine and as fast as the wind, and he stabbed Hao Shuai. It was Qingcheng's secret skill, the "Pine Wind Sword". Law'.
Hao Shuai still stood where he was, looking at the long sword that was stabbing him. He smiled without saying a word. He didn't even take the silver gun, and directly flicked the sword with his index finger. Now Hao Shuai's iron cloth shirt with a golden bell cover was completed, and he faced the rest of the people. A trash like Yan who doesn't know how to inject his inner strength into his weapons has no fear of being breached.
Yu Renyan only felt a force pass from the sword in his hand to his arm, making his whole right arm numb and his right hand trembling, making him unable to hold the sword.
Hao Shuai stepped forward in an instant, and before Yu Renyan could react, he punched Yu Renyan's right wrist.
With a "click", Yu Renyan's right wrist was bent directly to 90 degrees.
"Ah! My hand," Yu Renyan dropped his sword to the ground, covering his wrist with his hand, his face was in pain, and he knelt on the ground with sweat on his forehead. .
Everyone onlookers were dumbfounded. All this happened in the blink of an eye, and the whole process only took a few seconds.
"Junior brother!"
Yu Renhao shouted. He quickly supported Yu Renyan, looked at Hao Shuai angrily and said, "We are from the Qingcheng faction, what do you want?"
"Qingcheng Sect?" After Hao Shuai finished speaking, he didn't look at the horrified expressions on everyone's face, picked up the silver spear, and with a pop, instantly pierced the sole of Yu Renyan's foot and nailed it directly to the ground.
"My feet!! You~~~~"
Yu Renyan's eyes widened and he pointed at Hao Shuai, in disbelief.
"I am fighting the Qingcheng faction. Go back and tell Yu Canghai that I will wait for him here. If he doesn't come, don't blame me for taking it out on his son. By the way, tell him that the sword manual he wants is on my body. ." Speaking of this, Hao Shuai remained silent again.
Yu Renhao nodded vigorously. Not daring to say more, not daring to look at Hao Shuai, he got up, mounted his horse and whipped away.
