At the Sanli Mountain Temple outside the city, the dusk is gloomy and the drizzle is like silk.
Nowadays, there is a lot of incense in the mountain temple, and few people come to worship, but many people come to take shelter from the rain.
Luocheng is located in the north, and there is snow in the winter. This mountain temple is not suitable for homeless people to live in. However, now that the ice is beginning to melt and the earth is recovering, during the Qingming Festival, there are many people lying in the mountain temple. There were some unkempt beggars.
There was a small bonfire in front of the statue of the mountain god, with an iron pot whose color could not be seen clearly on it, and something unknown was being stewed. Only a vague and strange aroma wafted out, and the smoke was faint. From the broken roof on the top of the mountain temple, There are also pitter-pattering water drops emerging from the hole, falling from the gap, and a small pool of water accumulates in the mountain temple. The rainwater falls and makes a tinkling sound.
The real Ning Huaiyuan is among these unkempt beggars. His clothes are in tatters and his face is smeared with mud. There is no difference between his appearance and these beggars.
He huddled in the corner, farthest from the fire and farthest from the beggars.
Although in today's world, the Beggar Gang is no longer as prosperous as it was in the early years, beggars in Luo City are also connected with each other. I have no foothold here, so I don't have too much contact with them.
In short, after the rain stopped, I continued on my way and continued eastward until I reached the border of Shandong. At that time, I changed my face and identity and became a hero again.
And the martial arts in Penglai Pavilion in Shandong should not be like those in Huashan in Shaanxi. Most of them are empty airs that cannot be fought.
When Ning Huaiyuan was thinking like this, he saw the closed door of the mountain temple being opened from the outside. Under the firelight, a strong man wearing a raincoat and a bamboo hat walked in from the door, with drops of water dripping from his body, looking around at the various things around him. beggar, he is well-dressed and tall, obviously not a beggar.
"Get up quickly!" As soon as the person entered, his voice sounded like thunder. Because of the use of internal strength, no matter how hard he pretended to be asleep, he felt like a bell was ringing in his ears, and he couldn't sleep at all.
As soon as this sound came out, the beggars turned over and sat up one after another, looking at this uninvited guest who suddenly broke in.
"I plan to rest here tonight." The strong man in the coir raincoat said angrily under the bamboo hat. With his right hand raised slightly, he could see under the coir raincoat a long sword inlaid with rubies. Although only a hilt was exposed, it could still be used. Feeling the preciousness and sharpness of the long sword: "I dare you to make room."
Immediately a tall beggar stood up among the beggars. In the firelight, he could be seen to be six feet tall, with fierce eyes and a scar on his face. He was obviously the leader of this group of beggars: "May I ask you, who is the god? This is the mountain god. In this realm, even if the king of heaven comes, he will not be as big as the mountain god."
"Your Majesty, come and have a rest. When traveling around the world, you must be inconvenient with others. But now it's raining outside. It's hard for the brothers to find a place to dry their clothes. You have the dignity to find an inn to rest. Why do you have to hang out with us low-lifes?" Together.”
"They think we're not clean."
His words were like a gun and a stick, and all the good and bad things were said at the same time. He really had a powerful tongue.
However, the strong man in coir raincoat sneered, stepped forward, drew his sword, and then sheathed the sword, the sword's light shining brightly.
"Master Mountain God, please taste Bucai Yijian."
Almost no one could clearly see the sword flash of this big man in coir raincoat, but they heard a sound behind them. The beggars looked back, only to see the clay sculpture of the mountain god behind them. Under the firelight, one of its arms had been broken off, and it fell on the altar table. beside.
The arm span of the strong man just now was only three feet, and the sword in his hand was less than three feet, but he was still one foot away from the statue of the mountain god. The sword edge could not touch the statue of the mountain god, but the arm of the mountain god fell down in response.
The leading beggar was stunned and speechless.
He previously teased this strong man that this was the realm of the Mountain God. Now this strong man chopped off an arm of the Mountain God with one sword. His sword skills were astonishing, and his intention was even more heart-rending.
"I beg you, the mountain god, to teach you." The strong man sheathed his sword, bowed, and said respectfully to the statue of the mountain god whose arm had been broken off. But in front of him, he actually saw a beggar whose whole body was like chaff.
"May I ask you your name?" The leading beggar stopped his previous arrogance, clasped his fists and asked seriously: "Please tell me your name, and we will make way for you right now."
"Huashan is Ninghuaiyuan." The strong man said.
Many beggars looked at each other, and the leading beggar clasped his fists and bowed: "I don't know if he is a disciple of the Huashan sect, so I am taking the liberty."
Saying this, he took the lead and walked past the strong man: "When a hero arrives, we will make room for him."
With him taking the lead, the other beggars walked out with a huff.
Ning Huaiyuan also mingled among the beggars and didn't say a word, but as soon as he walked up to the strong man in raincoat, he heard the other party say coldly: "Junior brother Ning, since I'm here, why do you need to leave?"
Ning Huaiyuan stood there. The other beggars, who dared to provoke the two gods of plague, all left the mountain temple in the rain from both sides and headed for other shelters. However, it was slippery in the middle of the night and it was raining again. , inevitably someone fell down, and there was another burst of yelling.
But the yelling and cursing kept getting farther and farther away.
Ning Huaiyuan turned around and looked at the man in raincoat without moving: "I don't think you can find this place."
He was unhurried, and even though he was blocked by his fellow students, his expression did not show any fear.
Still a little surprised.
"You are willing to fall into such a filthy place. Naturally, I can't find you, but it will be different if someone can point you out." The big man in the coir raincoat said coldly: "Since you have become a disciple of my Huashan sect, do you know how to kill your fellow sect members?" , what is the crime of embezzling secret books?"
"It's just a capital crime after all." Ning Huaiyuan said with a smile: "But, Senior Brother Yue, do you think you can kill me?"
Ning Huaiyuan's face was smeared with mud, and his clothes all over his body smelled foul and foul, but his conversation was calm and elegant, with a touch of joking. No wonder he had been able to become a disciple of Huashan.
"Whether you can kill or not, you will know once you try it." The strong man known as Senior Brother Yue said lightly. At the same time, he moved forward and sat down cross-legged by the fire. He reached out and took out two bottles of wine and a plate of beef from his arms. A pack of firewood wrapped in oil paper was placed together on the green brick floor of the mountain temple, and then he looked up at Ning Huaiyuan: "I came all the way from Huashan Mountain to come here to kill you, but after all, you have eaten in this battle, brother." Food? If you don’t mind, we can talk while eating.”
"After reminiscing about the past, let's talk about life and death."
Ning Huaiyuan laughed loudly when he heard this, sat down in front of Senior Brother Yue, stretched out his hand, and a bottle of wine flew into his hand out of thin air three feet away from him. Regardless of whether it was poisonous or not, he took off the cap of the bottle and drank it in his mouth. Three big mouthfuls.
"Up and down Mount Huashan, I, Ning Huaiyuan, only admire you, Senior Brother Yue Pingshan."
"But why would you come all the way here to die?"
