The world will meet.
"Congratulations to the leader of the gang, congratulations to the leader of the gang. Now that Dugu Fang has been eliminated, from now on, there will be no constraints on our world. You have become a martial artist, you will dominate the world, and you will ascend to the throne of destiny. It is just around the corner!"
Wen Chou Chou waved a small fan, leaned over and smiled flatteringly, with an excited expression, as if it was a great joy for Xiong Ba to become the Supreme.
"Qiang~"
Xiong Ba slowly pulled out the Wushuang Sword and looked up and down.
The sword's sharp edge is cold and it is a divine weapon. It must be a truly unparalleled sword.
But listening to Wen Chou Chou's compliments on the side, there was not much joy on the majestic face of Xiong Ba, and his eyes were dark and deep in thought.
With Nie Feng's martial arts, there was no way he could be Dugu's opponent. As a result, he single-handedly wiped out almost everything in Wushuang City.
Why?
What's more important is that although he has never fought against Dugu Yifang, according to the name of the person and the shadow of the tree, according to calculations, Dugu's combat power is definitely not inferior to his.
In this way, what special method can Nie Feng use to kill Dugu Yifang? Can he also kill himself?
Are the golden scales just a thing in the pond? They turn into dragons when the storm strikes!
Now that the world is at your fingertips, what will be your destiny for the rest of your life?
"Wen Chou Chou, ordered that all members of the Tianxia Association immediately search for the Clay Bodhisattva, he must be alive!
He also sent an order to the world: Anyone who provides information will be rewarded with a thousand taels of silver. If the Clay Bodhisattva is captured, the world will be rewarded with a reward of 10,000 taels of silver, an unparalleled sword, and a unique martial arts skill! "
"yes!"
"get out."
"Okay, I'm rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling, ah!"
"Ha ha ha ha!"
…
Divine Wind Hall, outside the small courtyard.
On the sparkling pond, several wild ducks are swimming happily on the water, and on the right are jujube trees swaying in the spring breeze.
In the distance, the morning light broke through the clouds, and the morning glow spread thousands of miles away.
Nie Feng was dressed in white, holding a wine flask in his hand, leaning against the jujube tree and drinking silently.
One mouthful after another, the bitter wine enters the throat, and the heart aches!
It would be great if she were not the leader of Tianxiahui and if Mingyue was a girl from an ordinary family.
The breeze blew slowly.
"Dingling bell~"
The drunken and drowsy Nie Feng took something out of his arms, took out a small bell, and put it in front of his eyes.
"Wind, I give it to you! I give you a bell that rings with each step and thinks with each step."
"Woooooo~"
"Master Feng, are you okay?" Kong Ci hurried over and asked with concern.
Nie Feng raised his head, and a young girl came into view. She was wearing an old maid's uniform, her trousers were burred, and her knees and cuffs were stained with thick dust.
This means that she has been cleaning just now.
The black hair is tied into a weird shovel hairstyle, the sweat on the temples is crystal clear, and the figure looks soft and frail, but also a little heart-wrenchingly stubborn.
It was Kong Ci who had taken care of the three brothers since childhood.
"Kong Ci, you're here. Haha, why isn't there a bright moon? Hahaha... When will the bright moon come? Ask the sky for your wine!"
Nie Feng stood up, holding the wine bottle, and walked staggeringly to the room.
Kong Ci stood there, a hint of sadness flashed in his big eyes, and quickly went over to help Master Feng wash up and rest.
The young master is the young master, she is just a humble maid, a bug in the soil, how can she deserve it.
evening.
"Boom~"
Thunder sounded and rain fell like a curtain.
"Whoa whoa whoa~"
Kong Ci came out of the room and walked directly into the rain without holding up an umbrella, because the rain could cover up her tears.
Of all the people in the world, Master Feng is the most gentle. He has helped her many times since she was a child. He even helped her take medicine and clean the wound once when she was injured.
Why would any girl not want such a gentle and considerate man?
Looking up at the sky, dark clouds cover the ground.
Everything will eventually be lost in time, just like tears disappearing in the rain.
"Kong Ci, Kong Ci, what's wrong with you?"
Bu Jingyun appeared, shouted, stepped forward, held up his cloak to protect his sweetheart from the wind and rain.
Looking up, Kong Ci tried his best to smile: "Master Yun."
Bu Jingyun didn't say anything more, picked her up and walked directly to the backyard.
He was very familiar with Kong Ci's room.
The rain was pouring down, and soon the two of them were covered in water, and they were tightly dependent on each other. It was the first time that two lonely hearts were so close.
Inside the house, there was almost no delay. A young master and a maid were sitting together, chatting...
Until the end, the approachable Bu Jingyun let out a long breath, hugged the maid and fell asleep.
Chatting is really tiring.
…
In the morning, Xiong Ba stood outside the courtyard, looking at Bu Jingyun leaving Kong Ci's room, and smiled slightly.
Wen Chou Chou asked himself many times why his three direct disciples were all served by the same maid.
The reason is of course very simple: warriors have strong blood, and if they come into contact with too many women, they are likely to be greedy for beauty and delay their practice.
As his domineering personal disciple, if you can't dominate everyone, how can you deserve it?
Of course, as a king, the last thing you should do is trust anyone with your whole heart. You know, even your shadow will leave you in the dark!
If it comes to a critical moment, Kong Ci can become a more useful chess piece in his hands.
Make moves when you are free, and you will have enough chess pieces for you to use at the critical moment. When the spring breeze is triumphant, a good situation is laid out; when surrounded by enemies, there is a way out.
Everything in the world is like chess, and now, he is already the chess player who controls everyone's destiny.
"interesting!"
…
Yujiacun.
"Dong dong dong~"
"Squeak."
Duan Lang opened the door and quietly examined Douya who knocked on the door frantically early in the morning.
In recent days, he has been in a good mood. In addition, he has taken a large amount of various secret medicines and blood bodhi. He has gained a deeper understanding of the seven points of returning to the original energy, and the return to the original energy is unified, without any defects or leaks.
He could even meditate non-stop for seven days and nights.
In this way, he continued to exercise his power for twelve hours a day. In addition, under the same hours, his power increased four times as fast as others. The average person can refine Qi for up to two hours a day.
In this way, one day for him is equivalent to twenty-four days for others, and half a year is equivalent to twelve years!
His spiritual sense is keen and he can feel himself getting stronger all the time. Duanlang can still hold back. He has not been out at all in the past few months and left all the affairs to Douya.
Only when there is no medicine to take, will I go out to play a few games of rock, paper, scissors with Le Ye, and then win some medicine to continue the retreat.
Of course, when there is a win, there is also a loss, and he also lost his three daughters who were about to be born.
But the problem is not big. If a man is a good man, he should fight for the survival and reproduction of mankind. When he becomes famous, he must marry ten or eight of her.
My daughter will have it.
"What's up?"
Douya met the boss's eyes and her heart trembled.
Standing high above, looking down at the world, indifferent and ruthless, it seems that he is facing an unparalleled god.
The chief steward of Yujiacun quickly lowered his head and leaned over.
"Sir, the general order of the Tianxiahui: All the ministries and halls stationed at the top and bottom must go all out to find the God-like Ni Bodhisattva. In the near future, the Supervision Department will secretly supervise, and if there is any inefficiency, he will be executed!
Of course, if you find the Clay Bodhisattva, if it is a person, then open another hall and directly become the leader of the hall. If it is a small team, then all of them will be promoted to level three, and they will be rewarded with silver, fiefdom, and official status, as well as peerless martial arts as a gift!
Boss, the entire Tianxiahui is going crazy now. They are all out looking for people. Even other Jianghu people have joined in after hearing about it, and the entire Central Plains is in chaos.
Even in a remote place like our Yujia Village, more than a dozen Jianghu people came, armed with knives and guns, and even had several conflicts with the villagers. "
Duan Lang touched his chin and fell into deep thought.
Divine form, Clay Bodhisattva? Can anyone really predict the future?
No! I control my own life!
The key is the Supervision Department. He has been working as a handyman in Tianxiahui for almost 20 years. He has never met anyone in this department, but everyone in Tianxiahui knows about this department.
The shadow hidden in the dark, monitoring every moment, is the sharpest throat-cutting blade in the darkness! The methods are cruel, strange, ruthless, bloody and ruthless!
Everyone is very secretive about this department.
Of course, I am not afraid of the current break waves at all.
Strength gave him full confidence.
"Go ahead and order everyone in Yujia Village to work in three shifts, twelve hours a day without rest. With the village ancestral hall as the center, they will slowly spread outward. Anyone who is a stranger will be registered and carefully interrogated.
This time, according to the order of Gang Leader Naixiong, I will personally lead the team and supervise it all day long. If anyone fails to do things well and misses the target, there is no need for the supervision department, I will do it myself! "
Duan Lang's words were loud and righteous.
Douya looked around and felt a little chill in his body. Then he echoed loudly: "Yes! I will work for the gang leader. I, Douya, will go to the hob mountain and get into the frying pan. I will not give up even if I die!"
"Set off!"
…
"I'm selling bamboo rats, one for three cents, three for ten cents."
"Mr. Lele's original handwriting with illustrations: only two taels of silver!"
"Master Duanlang's favorite roast duck, one for three bites!"
…
Duanlang was carrying the little yellow cat on his back and supervising his men's inspections on the street. He was serious and responsible, with bright eyes.
"Bah chi, bah chi~"
The little yellow cat took a bite of roast duck and a bite of blood bodhi.
Not to mention that these two taste pretty good together.
Duanlang was surprised, how could Yujiacun be so different from the first time he came here in less than two years?
In the past, everyone was walking in a hurry, and even the big businessmen looked anxious. Nowadays, these stall owners are full of energy when shouting, and their faces are filled with smiles from time to time.
You must know that before he came, these people didn't pay taxes. How could they laugh now when they asked for taxes?
Could it be that he collected less taxes?
But what interests him the most now is the illustrated book, Lele? Isn't this my own music master?
"Master Le, can you explain what's going on in that book?" Duan Lang asked with interest as he ate the remaining duck butt.
The little yellow cat was startled, then sat upright on the shoulder of the shovel, with a serious attitude.
"Meow!"
Duanlang:......
The question now is, that book seems to be written by you?
The little yellow cat grinned and spoke plausibly.
"Meow!"
Duanlang was speechless.
Yes, yes, you have big fists, everything you said is right.
Sudden.
"No? Old guy, I think you don't want to live anymore!"
At the door of the restaurant ahead, a scar-faced man was holding a knife on the neck of an old man with an imposing manner.
Little Yellow Cat:? ? ?
Duanlang hurriedly stepped forward to find out what was going on. After asking a few questions, he found out that it turned out that the old man and his granddaughter were two monkey performers on the street, and then the scar-faced man threw a silver coin and tried to kidnap the little girl.
He looked carefully at this girl, who was very pretty. Although her dress was in tatters and there was dirt on her face, the skin on her little hands that had just been grabbed by the big man was white and greasy, which was covered up at first glance.
Don't mention it, these sex fans are just like Le Ye, with vicious eyes.
The little yellow cat was furious.
"Old man, I'll give you one last chance. Let your granddaughter accompany me to fish for goldfish. Otherwise, I will die!" Scarface was very arrogant.
"That's too much. Is there any royal law?"
"That is, in public, this person has no shame at all!"
Although the onlookers did not dare to come forward to save people, many people still spoke up.
Although Master Duanlang has hardly appeared in the past two years, under the auspices of Le Ye and Master Douya, the villagers' lives are prosperous and peaceful. Not to mention bad guys, not even a single wild beast came down the mountain.
Scar turned his head, his face full of flesh, and swept around with the knife.
"Whoever dares to talk nonsense again will be killed by me!"
The scene fell silent.
"boom!"
Duan Lang stepped on Scar's face, stretched out his hand to pick up the little girl who was lying on the ground, and said with a friendly smile: "Hello."
The girl pouted and looked up. When she saw the scar on the young man's face and the ferocious smile, she finally couldn't bear it anymore.
"Wow!"
"Hahaha~" The people watching all smiled kindly.
Duan Lang is a little embarrassed, isn't he handsome? The scar on his face should make him even more heroic!
The old man on the ground did not panic at all from beginning to end. Instead, he smiled and comforted his granddaughter. He waited for a while until the girl stopped crying, and then looked up at Duanlang.
"Brother..." As soon as he shouted these two words, the old man paused, then stared at Duan Lang's face, frowning in thought.
for a long time.
"It's impossible, it's too strange and unbelievable!"
The old man began to talk to himself, even twirling his fingers around, and finally his eyes widened and he was at a loss.
Duan Lang was startled, isn't this guy crazy?
This was not his doing, and he still wanted to be a good person if given the chance.
"Old man, are you okay?"
The old man's expression was shocked, a trace of blood came from the corner of his mouth, and he finally spit out eight words: "A yellow life is too precious to be added to one's body!"
"Bang~" After saying that, he fell to the ground.
"Grandpa, grandpa!"
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