The old man shook his head and said nothing.
The two of them passed by a teahouse, and suddenly there was a discussion...
"I'm afraid you don't know. In fact, Liu Sanye washed his hands in the golden basin for the sake of the overall situation. If not, I'm afraid there will inevitably be sectarian disputes in the Hengshan Sect."
"A family dispute? Could it be that it's brothers Liu Sanye and Mr. Mo Da..."
"Hmph! Outsiders only know that Mr. Liu Sanye is the second master of the Hengshan Sect, but the fact is that Mr. Liu Sanye's attainments in the 'Returning Wind Luoyan Sword' have long been much higher than that of the leader, Mr. Mo Da. But Mr. Liu Sanye doesn't want to When there is a dispute between senior brothers, whether it is for the sake of the sect or for the sake of friendship, we have no choice but to wash our hands in a golden basin and become a wealthy man in peace from now on."
"Is this happening? No wonder no other disciples of the Hengshan Sect were present except for Mr. Liu Sanye's personal disciples."
"Mr. Mo Da and Mr. Liu Sanye are at odds with each other. It's a good thing they haven't met yet. Once they meet, they will probably draw their swords directly. Now that Mr. Liu Sanye has given in, Mr. Mo Da should be content with what he is doing."
Hearing this, Ran Ran looked at the old man strangely and said, "Aren't you angry?"
As soon as Xuanyuan finished speaking, the old man suddenly walked towards the teahouse and slowly walked up to the 'insider'.
The short fat man's 'insider' saw him staring at him and immediately said angrily: "What does the old man want to do?"
"You're talking nonsense!" After saying that, he turned around and walked away without stopping.
As soon as he did this, the short fat man became furious. He reached out and grabbed the back of the departing figure... Unfortunately, as soon as he reached out, a cold light suddenly flashed in front of his eyes.
A thin long sword suddenly flew out and flew towards the table, only to hear a few "ding ding ding" sounds.
The short fat man was shocked and quickly retreated, fearing that the sword light was coming towards him. However, he was shocked to see that the old man had slowly withdrawn the long sword from the bottom of the huqin, and the sword blade disappeared into the huqin.
The sword light flew out, and the light and speed at that moment shocked everyone. The old man looked at the short fat man, shook his head again, said nothing, and slowly walked out of the teahouse.
Only then did everyone see the white-haired young man outside the teahouse. Someone immediately exclaimed: "That's Wudang Master, Ren Shaoxia! He and the old man seem to know each other."
In the teahouse, there was suddenly another exclamation!
Everyone turned around and saw that the seven teacups on the short fat man's table were all cracked in a circle, with a hole about half an inch high. Someone took it lightly and immediately picked up a porcelain ring.
This was sliced off with extremely fast and accurate swordsmanship, and the teacup didn't seem to move even half an inch.
The short fat man stared at the seven half-cut teacups. He froze in place, his face turned pale and there was no color at all.
The older Jianghu guest in the teahouse said coldly: "Walking around in the Jianghu, bragging nonsense, the person just now was the leader of Hengshan, Mr. Mo Da of 'Xiaoxiang Night Rain'!"
"What?!"
"He is Mr. Mo Da?!"
…
Mr. Mo Da left, not with Yi Ran. At this moment, Zuan Ran saw the signboard of Huiyan Tower, smiled slightly, and walked into Huiyan Tower.
The second floor of Huiyan Tower is very strange. At this time, all the inns and restaurants in Hengshan City are overcrowded, but this place is unusually quiet.
On the spacious second floor, there were only two tables of guests, a total of five people. We sat at a table by ourselves. After we sat down, the waiter came up timidly. After asking for a bottle of wine and a few side dishes, the waiter hurriedly ran downstairs.
At this moment, Ran Ran had enough time to look at the people on the second floor...
There were three people sitting at the middle table. A little nun sat timidly, but seeing that she was delicate and charming, she turned out to be a beautiful little beauty. Even in her prime years, her graceful and graceful figure cannot be concealed even in her large silk clothes.
On her left was a man in his thirties, dressed in rich clothes, with a slight beard, and his eyes were as sharp as an eagle, but when his eyes looked at the little nun, they immediately softened, as if looking at a lover.
The last person was in his mid-twenties, with sword-shaped eyebrows and thin lips, and a slightly pale complexion. He was a handsome young man. You could tell he was a disciple of the Huashan Sect by looking at his clothes, but he was covered in blood and had more than a dozen stab wounds.
At another table, there were two Taoist priests, one old and one young.
Randomly recognized the two of them. Taoist Changxu was Taoist Tiansong of the Taishan sect, and the young disciple was his nephew Chi Baicheng. Two years ago, he went to Mount Tai to collect medicine and met the two of them.
Seeing that they were free, both of them clasped their fists in salute. Then Chi Baicheng suddenly stood up with his sword drawn, rushed in front of the man, and shouted: "Are you Tian Boguang?"
The man smiled and said, "It's someone from my field!"
"Kill you thief!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the sword pointed towards Tian Boguang.
A sword piercing the heart, this sword is already the most powerful sword move in Taishan swordsmanship. Perhaps Chi Baicheng thought that he would kill Tian Boguang after this sword, because he had the right timing to strike. They didn't even give the thief a chance to draw his sword.
But he didn't pierce Tian Boguang's heart, because a piece of sword light had already flown out...
Tian Boguang swayed, and there was a single sword in his hand. The single sword struck him before his sword fell.
After taking out the sword, he returned the single sword to the scabbard and smiled at the young man standing next to him: "Brother Linghu, please sit down, let's continue drinking!"
Before the man could stand up, he only swung one sword, but Chi Baicheng's sword had fallen, and blood began to flow from his chest. Chi Baicheng stared at Tian Boguang, swayed, and fell to the floor.
Suddenly, a figure jumped in front of Tian Boguang, shouting loudly and spitting out sword light.
But Tian Boguang still did not stand up. He leisurely sat down on the seat and drew his sword to fight.
The swords, swords and shadows collided with the sound of gold and iron, and intertwined with sparks flying everywhere. Ranran just looked at the two of them, one drawing out his sword and the other returning his sword. He didn't seem to have any intention of taking action.
Outsiders can only watch the fun, but as you watch, you also read.
Since he was five years old, he has mastered the Wudang sect's thirty-three martial arts techniques to their peak perfection in just seven years. His martial arts qualifications cannot be summed up even if he is extremely talented and talented.
When he was twelve years old, progeria syndrome broke out. Everyone in Wudang felt sorry for this little junior brother. They lamented that his talent was jealous and the world would not tolerate him, so he suffered from premature senility syndrome.
The sword light and the sword light were dazzling. Taoist Tiansong struck twenty-seven swords in a blink of an eye, and Tian Boguang also returned twenty-seven swords. Until now, he still could not be forced to stand up, and he was still sitting.
Tian Boguang's "Guangfeng Sword Technique" is not a brilliant move. It is nothing more than abandoning many changes in the sword technique and developing the fastest sword move and the fastest landing move.
This point was the same as the essence of creating the Thirteen Shocking Swords at will, but they reached the same goal. After watching it for a while, he almost learned Tian Boguang's sharp sword.
Suddenly, another sword light lit up, and Linghu Chong suddenly drew his sword and stabbed Tian Boguang quickly.
Tian Boguang returned his sword and forced away Taoist Tiansong's sword. He suddenly stood up and cut into the sword light with another sword.
The sword cuts the sword body, and only a "ding" sound is heard!
Linghu Chong was knocked away by his sword.
"Brother Linghu, I treat you as a friend, but you attack me with a sword... However, I still respect you as a human being, so I stand up to fight with you now. You and this awesome guy can attack Tian from both sides."
Linghu Chong glanced at Taoist Tiansong, but Taoist Tiansong didn't even look at him. He stood aside and said coldly: "How can I, the Taishan Sect, join forces with an evil person?"
The pretty little nun suddenly said: "Senior Brother Linghu, please don't wrong me. He is a good person!"
Taoist Tiansong was still sarcastic, and someone interrupted: "Chi Baicheng is about to die."
Taoist Tiansong was startled. He glanced at his nephew on the ground, who was taking in less air and outgoing more. He immediately clasped his fists and said, "Please help me, Mr. Ren, to save my nephew's life. Taishan Tiansong, I can't thank you enough."
Ranran said with a smile: "Asking me to save him now? But just now he had the leisure to take action with Tian Boguang."
Taoist Tiansong blushed, and a pill fell into his palm.
"The heart-protecting pill can temporarily stabilize the injury. Go find a doctor quickly."
