In Zhao Qing's opinion, during the period when Lu Xiaofeng's legendary Jin Peng Dynasty was around, the top masters at present should be the young old man Wu Ming, the Taoist Lao Daobaozi Mu, and the leader of the Western Demon Cult, Jade Luosha; followed by Ye Gucheng and Gong Jiu two persons;
Ximen Chuixue, Dugu Yihe, Shi He, Huo Xiu and others are the top masters under them.
The level of Lu Xiaofeng's own strength is relatively mysterious. It may be on the level of Ximen Chuixue, or it may be half a level lower. He has superb dexterity and pointing with one hand, and can clamp various weapons.
Huo Tianqing of the Tianqin Sect mentioned earlier, his martial arts should be slightly inferior to Lu Xiaofeng's level, but he can still be regarded as a top expert.
On the other hand, his father, Old Man Tianqin, was probably the number one master in a certain era before. Hua Manlou described him as "awesome", and even his other two apprentices, "Tiansong Yunhe and Shangshan Erlao" "It is also the Taishan Beidou in the martial arts world.
Not far away, the old man who smoked "Mr. Fan Da", the bun vendor and others were members of the Tianqin Sect. They should be the apprentice and grandson of the two elders of Shangshan respectively.
Among them, Mr. Fan Da and the poor scholar are collectively known as the "Double Show of the Northwest", and the hawker and beggar are one of the "Seven Heroes of the Market".
As far as their character is concerned, apart from being too "respectful of their teachers" and even willing to give up their chivalry and life just to make Huo Tianqing, the son of the founder, there should be no problem.
"Wait a minute, there are still five brothers who haven't arrived." After hearing Mr. Fan Da's words, the bun vendor Bao Wuwu looked at the skinny beggar next to him and said.
"Don't wait any longer, we'll be there soon." There was a burst of laughter in the distance, and I saw a man selling wild medicine, carrying a medicine box on his back and a medicine bell, limping over. It turned out to be a cripple.
"I heard that the famous 'Four Eyebrows' Lu Xiaofeng only has two eyebrows left now. I have to meet him as soon as possible to see what disease he has that caused all his eyebrows to fall off?"
Immediately afterwards, the pollen seller, the vegetable vendor carrying a load, the fat man selling noodles, and the shopkeeper counting copper coins all appeared on the road, each of them looking like a businessman.
Seeing that all the brothers had arrived, Bao Wuwu didn't delay any longer. With a throw of his right hand, a basket full of buns flew towards Zhao Qing's position with a smooth motion.
Seeing a cage of steamed buns flying towards him, Zhao Qing stretched out a little finger, gently touched the center of the bottom of the cage, and then took it with all his strength.
The nearly two-foot-sized cage rotated a few times in her hand and slowly stopped.
You saw that I had no money to eat at night, so you gave me a basket of meat buns? After lightly taking a sip of the aroma of the buns, Zhao Qing felt more favorable towards Tianqinmen and the Seven Heroes of the Market.
Without looking at the basket of buns he had thrown, he picked up another basket. He gave a greeting to the salesman, beggar and others next to him, then used Qing Kung and hurried away into the distance.
Following closely behind was the poor scholar who had just swallowed the bun. He waved his sleeves and his whole body was like a wisp of smoke, following Bao Crow lightly.
Looking at Zhao Qing in surprise, Mr. Fan Da took a long puff of cigarette and put away his tobacco bag. The opponent's method of lifting the cage was somewhat beyond his expectation. If he didn't have to rush to stop Lu Xiaofeng, he would have done some research on his own.
He placed his feet a little on the ground and followed Bao Crow.
Soon, the nine people's Qinggong skills were distinguished. After only a while, Mr. Fan Da was ahead of Bao Wuwu, while the other eight people were almost the same, and he lagged far behind.
After thinking about it, Zhao Qing put the buns away, and without deliberately avoiding the people from Tianqinmen, he also used Qinggong to hang far behind them.
When she doesn't know the road, she can only use this method if she wants to quickly reach the place where the plot unfolds.
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On a moonlit night, the first quarter moon. It's not yet midnight, and there are still at least three hours before sunrise.
Lu Xiaofeng had just had several glasses of wine with Hua Manlou and "Shangguan Danfeng" and chatted for a while.
Thinking that he would have to face Huo Tianqing, an enemy he was not sure of, in a few hours, he sighed deeply, stood up and walked slowly to the window.
The window was originally propped up, but he suddenly noticed that an old man wearing a robe and a cap had moved a stool and sat in the patio outside, smoking a cigarette.
It was very late at night, but the old man had no intention of sleeping. He sat there leisurely, as if he wanted to sit there until dawn.
Not far from the old man, there was a girl in a green shirt standing, carrying a basket, chewing a half-eaten bun.
There was a thin gray-yellow hemp rope wrapped around her right wrist, a small piece of which was floating in the evening breeze.
"Are you Lu Xiaofeng?" Zhao Qing put down the bun and suddenly said.
In front of him was a man in his thirties, with thick eyebrows and long eyelashes. Where his beard should have grown, there were only a few light fluffs.
Zhao Qing already knew the current time. In order to invite Ximen Chuixue to take action, Lu Xiaofeng paid the price of two "eyebrows". So this was before Huo Tianqing and him met for the first duel.
Lu Xiaofeng nodded: "I am Lu Xiaofeng, who is this girl?"
Without an immediate answer, Zhao Qing turned to look at Shangguan Feiyan standing next to Lu Xiaofeng, or rather, it was Shangguan Danfeng she pretended to be.
I saw "Shangguan Danfeng" wearing a pure black soft silk robe, her dark hair spread on her shoulders, her face a little pale, but her eyes were as clear as the dew on the roses in the spring morning, so beautiful that it was breathtaking.
"My name is Zhao Qing. You may have never heard of my name." Zhao Qing's eyes returned to Lu Xiaofeng.
"I haven't heard of the girl's name. It's because I, Lu Xiaofeng, am ignorant." Lu Xiaofeng suddenly smiled and said: "The wind is cold and the dew is cold. If you two are in the mood, you might as well come and drink two glasses of good wine with us to spend the long night."
He has always had a good attitude towards young and beautiful girls.
Of course, except for troublesome ones. Unless the other party is really beautiful to a certain level.
After hearing Lu Xiaofeng's invitation, the old man ignored him at all, as if he was deaf and didn't hear his words at all.
Zhao Qing, on the other hand, smiled faintly and said, "It's my first time coming to this world, so naturally you won't have heard of it. However, you can get away with it if you drink two drinks. I don't drink."
"Miss Zhao, why don't you drink? In the world, there are many people who drink. Unless you are a monk, a nun, or someone like Ximen Chuixue who only knows how to practice swordsmanship, you will not drink at all."
As if he didn't want Lu Xiaofeng to be rejected, "Shangguan Danfeng" persuaded from the side, his voice as soft as silk.
"I also practice swords." Zhao Qing untied the thin hemp rope wrapped around his wrist and said calmly to Lu Xiaofeng: "I heard that your telepathic finger can clamp any weapon? Can you let me try it? ?”
