What do women want in their most desperate moments?
Just like what was said in the play, how great would it be if there was an unparalleled hero, wearing golden armor and holy clothes, with colorful auspicious clouds at his feet, descending from the sky to save her from the sea of suffering?
Du Yunling's eyes were filled with tears. She quietly raised her head and looked at the long sword in front of her that was as bloody as jade. She suddenly felt a little extravagant hope in her heart.
Is there a hero to save me?
"My hero, have mercy on me. I, Han Kun, swear to God that I will change my mind and start a new life from now on. I will also be willing to spend all the money in my family to compensate those who have hurt me. I will do one good deed every day for the rest of my life, otherwise I will not die well in the future!" "
Han Kun, who was kneeling on the ground, skillfully begged for mercy while leading his younger brothers to kowtow crazily. After a while, he was bleeding profusely.
Although he didn't see anyone coming, the momentum alone was already terrifying, and he didn't dare to be careless.
"Wow~"
A strong wind is coming.
Everyone looked up and saw a man falling from the sky. The true energy behind him turned into wings, floating like a god.
Du Yunling looked pitiful and hopeful.
All I saw was that this man had a handsome face, his eyebrows slanting into his temples were looming under the cover of his messy bangs, and there was a playful smile at the corner of his mouth, giving off a bit of a bad taste.
Noticing the look in his eyes, the man tilted his head and a smile spread across his face. It was so beautiful, dangerous and evil.
When Han Kun saw this scene, he trembled all over and almost urinated in fear. I wasn't sure just now, but now I feel despair.
The fire lin drinks blood, the sword wing kills people, the sea of blood slaughters people - break the waves!
Names of people, shadows of trees, why no one dares to make trouble in these four southern continents? Of course they were killed, with mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
I don’t know about other places, but here in the south, the name of a sea of blood and massacre can stop children from crying.
Want to run? When people spread their sword wings and travel thousands of miles in a day, where are they going?
"Oh, you know me?" Duan Lang was a little curious.
Since becoming the leader of this hall, he has basically never taken any action and stayed at Tianxiahui all day long. All the affairs of the four southern continents were left to Douya to manage. How did this guy recognize him?
Han Kun was crying one moment, but he was smiling apologetically the next moment: "People are slaughtered in the sea of blood, Lord Duan, who knows your name?
Just go to any city and listen to a play. In eight out of ten plays, you are either killing someone or on the way to it.
What the little ones have always admired the most is the adults. If the adults don’t give up, we are willing to worship the adults as our foster fathers and do the hard work of dogs and horses. "
"Huh?" Duan Lang twitched the corner of his mouth.
What kind of stupid nickname is this? Who started it? Also, why are these guys worthy of being his sons?
"Ah, yes, yes, grandpa, no, ancestor, ancestor." Han Kun quickly changed his words.
He quickly expressed his apologies to his ancestors in his heart, believing that they would be smiling knowing that they could worship the Blood Sea Rentu as their ancestor.
"Ha!" Duanlang sneered with a crooked corner of his mouth: "Little girl, tell me, what's going on?"
"Sir, this family owes us money, so... uh!" An unknown gangster behind Han Kun covered his throat and fell to the ground.
"Sir, please spare my life." Han Kun suddenly cried in fright.
You are not allowed to say anything, this is too cruel!
"Shut up!"
The scene fell silent.
Du Yunling quickly knelt at Duanlang's feet.
"Sir, please save my father. We, father and daughter, used to make a living as entertainers. Later, I was attracted by a gangster. In desperation, I thought about stability in the south and went to settle there. In the end, I met them. these people.
Before he even said a few words, he almost beat my father to death, and he wanted to kill me, kill me... Wuwuwu! "
"Stop crying, annoying!"
Duan Lang interrupted the woman's cry with one sentence. With a flick of his finger, a piece of blood bodhi entered the old man's mouth, and then a sword energy entered the body to regulate the hidden wounds and sort out the blood energy.
In just a moment, the old man regained consciousness with a rosy complexion.
The old man was indeed an old street performer. He was very smart and pulled the woman to kneel down with her before she could explain.
"Thank you, sir, thank you, sir!"
Duanlang put his hands behind his hands, turned sideways, raised his head and smiled.
He just likes the way others are grateful to him and worship him. This will make him feel powerful and have a sense of accomplishment.
"Meow!" The little yellow cat sat upright.
Not gonna lie, the kitty likes it too.
Half a quarter of an hour later, the old man fainted. Duanlang gave him another Blood Bodhi to revive him. He also specially used Qi to condition his body, and then looked at him expectantly.
Old man:? ? ?
Living King of Hell!
"Ahem~" Duanlang coughed and tried to hide his embarrassment.
"Since you are going to be my subjects in the name of Tenglong Hall, then I have the obligation to protect you. This guy seeks wealth and murder, and he should be punished according to the law.
You are the victim, tell me what punishment you want. "
What he Duanlang talks about is fairness. Since they make themselves happy for a while, of course they want to make others happy.
The old man was a little hesitant. He had been an honest man all his life and he really didn't know what to do. And when he met Han Kun's fierce gaze, he was even more frightened.
If he waits for the hero to leave and takes revenge on himself, is there still a way to survive?
"Sir, kill them." Du Yunling suddenly said.
"Ah?" Han Kun was surprised.
"Qiang!"
The sword light flashed and several people fell down.
Picking up the long sword, Duanlang flicked the sword lightly with his fingers, causing red liquid to splash everywhere, with a few drops falling right on the girl's face.
"You are not afraid?"
Du Yunling nodded heavily: "Don't be afraid! This little girl has nothing to repay for your life-saving kindness. I am willing to serve you and pledge my life to you."
Duanlang didn't take it seriously.
After all, with his power, martial arts and most importantly handsomeness, countless women have wanted to do this over the years.
Little Yellow Cat:? ? ?
"What about your father?" Duan Lang asked.
"If you work for your master, you will definitely take good care of your family." Du Yunling firmly believed.
"oh?"
Duan Lang then lowered his head and looked at the girl.
Facing the strange man's scrutiny, Du Yunling was not shy at all, and looked at him stubbornly with dark eyes.
She has big braids and no hairstyle, but she takes care of them meticulously and is not messy at all.
Her complexion is the black and yellow color common among ordinary people today, her eyes are piercing, the blue clothes on her upper body have been washed white, and her lower trousers have a few patches.
Duanlang subconsciously took a second look and saw that there was energy and spiritual energy about her. And... At this moment, Duanlang suddenly remembered the conversation he had with his father when he was a child.
"Son, what kind of wife do you want to find in the future?"
"Dad, I want to find someone just like mother."
"That's really too thin. It won't be easy for you to have children in the future. If you ask me, if you want to find a wife, you need to find a wife with a big body and enough food. It won't take much effort to raise children and there are many tricks!
Tsk tsk tsk. "
Thinking of his father's words, Duan Lang looked at the girl again, thoughtfully.
It doesn't matter if your skin is almost the same. If you take care of it or use his secret medicine to moisturize it, it will soon become whiter and tenderer, but some essences are still difficult to change.
But if the woman who wants to be his is just a concubine, there are not many requirements, as long as she is compatible.
A legitimate wife must be well-educated, generous and decent in order to control his huge harem in the future.
"Okay." Duanlang reluctantly agreed.
At his age, he needs to find a scabbard first.
"Thank you, sir!" The old man was overjoyed.
"Thank you, sir." Du Yunling stood up and bowed like the women she had seen in the play.
The little yellow cat looked at the heavy clothes, thoughtfully.
After a while,
"call out!"
A big hyphenation appeared in the sky.
More than an hour.
"Boom."
Douya came quickly with more than a hundred people on horseback.
"Hush!"
The horses were reined in and stopped suddenly, and everyone dismounted in unison, clasping their fists and bowing, and the momentum was overwhelming.
"Meet the Hall Master!"
Duanlang nodded, pointed to Du Yunling and his father on the side, and casually ordered: "This is my new maid, named Du Yunling. Manager Dou sent twenty people to escort her and the old man back to Tianxiahui."
"yes!"
When Dou Ya looked up again, he was dumbfounded to find that the hall master had disappeared.
This world is where Tenglong Hall is stationed, and the hall master has never been there once. Is this ridiculous? And I still have a lot of things to ask, why did I run away so quickly?
angry! Use him as a livestock, right? The donkeys in the village still have time to rest.
OK! Next time, give the hall master an even more unpleasant nickname: Bloody Hands Human Massacre?
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Three months later, Fengxi Village.
Xiong Ba stood quietly outside the village with his hands behind his hands.
"Master, I have inquired clearly. Bu Jingyun, Nie Feng and two women have been living in the Zhonghua Pavilion in the village for three months. They have not left the house and seem to have been practicing in the yard.
Some spies seemed to hear them shouting about the combination of wind and cloud. "Qin Shuang reported respectfully.
"A match of strength?" Xiongba thought thoughtfully, then smiled slightly.
That's it?
There is indeed an expert in this Zhonghua Pavilion, who can actually see that Fengshen Kick and Paiyun Palm are originally one martial art.
But how did that person understand that, coupled with the Tianshuang Fist, the three-point return of vitality of the Trinity is the real unique skill.
"Have the spies found out who opened this Chinese Pavilion?" Xiongba asked.
Even if the world would be unified now, it still took him three full months to find out where this shocking step was. As a result, I didn't expect that he would live in this inn openly for three whole months.
Just asking around, this Chinese Pavilion has fine clothes and fine food, and an elegant courtyard. The accommodation fee is ten taels of silver per day.
Three whole months cost 900 taels of silver. Adding in food and service, it can be easily calculated that they spent thousands of taels in just two months.
Qin Shuang went over and asked, the two of them paid for three years at a time, which would be more than 100,000 taels.
Where did they get so much money?
You must know that even he, the leader of the Tianxiahui Gang, has only more than one million taels of cash in his hands, excluding those fixed fields, shops, manors, mines, and medicine mountains.
Unparalleled city? impossible! Although he didn't kill them all to save Wu Ming's face. But his property had long been ransacked by Duanlang. According to him, even a dog was killed and sold for money. What was left?
Moreover, Wushuang City was so aggressive that a group of people robbed it after the city lord died. Even the ruthless Duan Lang only managed to steal a thousand taels of silver.
Could it be that his two direct disciples embezzled money when they were the hall masters?
Xiongba was furious.
Sure enough, these two beasts with human faces and animal hearts already had the intention of betrayal!
"Have you found out who the owner of the Chinese Pavilion is?" Xiongba asked in a deep voice.
After searching for three whole months, he became more and more angry. This time he must complete his task and break his destiny!
Qin Shuang said respectfully: "My disciple has seen Wuming's direct disciple Jian Chen coming and going several times. Therefore, the owner of the Zhonghua Pavilion is probably Wuming."
"Nameless?" Xiong Ba's heart sank.
For the entire Jianghu people, that Wuming is a big mountain weighing on everyone's head. That's why Jian Chen made such a big fuss when he appeared in Jianghu with a heroic sword.
If you think about it carefully, among all the major sects in the world, who in the world has no hatred against Wu Ming?
But twenty years ago, when he was at his peak, there was news of his sudden death. This man died like a lamp going out, and the hatred would naturally cease.
Now it seems that he faked his death?
What is his current strength?
After pondering for a moment, Xiongba suddenly thought of something clearly, his eyes lit up, and he suddenly realized.
In this life, who can escape fame and wealth?
Even if he could see away the power, would he still hide in this cheap little village and live in a meager life for the rest of his life despite his unparalleled abilities?
After living for a year, he has met one person so far, and that is Nie Feng's father, the former Snow Drinking Crazy Sword: Nie Renwang. Needless to say, this guy's wife was very good at Kung Fu, and he even missed a single move, causing huge losses.
Practicing martial arts is like sailing against the current. If you don't advance, you will retreat.
Therefore, King Nie was knocked into Lingyun Cave by his palm, and was finally carried away by the fire unicorn, leaving him with a good apprentice.
How long has King Nie been living in seclusion before his strength has declined? But this Wuming has been holding the sword for twenty years, so there is a high probability that his strength will not be the same now.
The advantage is his!
"Shuang'er, tell Tong Huang to let them lead people to surround Fengxi Village and not let anyone go! In addition, send people to set up traps around Fengxi Village and pour kerosene on it."
"yes!"
After thinking for a moment, Xiongba was still a little worried: "Tell the generals of several surrounding cities and ask them to directly mobilize their troops, including slaves, archers, and artillery."
Qin Shuang was startled.
"What, is there a problem?"
"No problem, Master, I'll go right away." Qin Shuang responded quickly.
With the Master defeating the Sword Master, the ownership of the world has become clear. Those officials and generals in the imperial court are all smart people, so they naturally expressed their surrender early.
Not to mention mobilizing troops to suppress bandits, I am afraid that everyone who came to the capital would be more enthusiastic than the other.
As for the royal family's orthodoxy, it is the true dragon's destiny. Those high-ranking officials and scholars had already written letters to guarantee this.
As long as the world can come to Beijing, they can quote scriptures and show that hegemony is the orthodoxy of the emperor.
What is orthodoxy? A big fist is orthodox!
But what shocked him was that Master was not prepared to give Junior Brother Feng and Junior Brother Yun a chance.
They had studied and played together since childhood. For twenty years, their relationship could be said to be closer than that of brothers. He really couldn't let go.
"Snapped!"
Xiongba slapped Qin Shuang on the shoulder and advised him earnestly: "Shuang'er, you should be decisive in dealing with traitors, otherwise you will not be able to secure your position in the future.
After this time, I am getting older, so I want to retire and enjoy my life.
Work hard, the future is yours! "
Qin Shuang nodded heavily.
"Thank you, Master!"
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