Those six people seemed to be attending a funeral, and almost all the customers in the small shop left...
The old man was smoking dry cigarettes, and the drunkard was still drunk to death.
The braided girl smiled sweetly and said: "It turns out that he is ranked seventh, his name is Ximen Rou, and that one is called Zhuge Gang, one is seventh, one is eighth, one is Rou, and one is Gang. No wonder he is so familiar with that Zhuge Gang, the two of them It’s like they are natural enemies.”
The old storyteller sighed and said, "It doesn't matter if they are dead, but even Shangguan Fei is dead."
The braided girl curled her lips and said: "That man is so impressive, he will die when he dies."
The old storyteller said: "But he is the only son of Shangguan Jinhong! Money can conquer ghosts, and money can control gods. In just half a year, the Money Gang has almost swept the world, and Shangguan Jinhong has recruited many masters of weapons. The second dragon and phoenix ring It seems like they will come to you sooner or later."
The girl with the braid's eyes lit up, she clapped her hands and said with a smile: "Wouldn't it be better, just let the second dragon and phoenix ring come to the door."
The old storyteller also smiled and said, "But there is something big happening right now."
The braided girl asked curiously: "What else is important?"
The old storyteller said: "'Iron Sword' Guo Songyang also came to Baoding."
The braided girl exclaimed: "Songyang Iron Sword? What is he doing here?"
The old storyteller, seemingly intentionally or unintentionally, glanced at the drunk man and continued: "Those people came to Baoding because they were afraid of the money gang and wanted to avoid disaster; while Ximen Rou came to Baoding because he wanted to see what is happening today. The two most famous people, Songyang Iron Sword, are different from them."
The braided girl blinked her big eyes and said, "What is he doing for?"
The old storyteller said calmly: "He wants to challenge those two people."
The braided girl lost her voice and said, "Isn't that just looking for death?"
The old storyteller sighed again: "Yes, he is here to die."
When he said that he was looking for death at the end, the old man was already holding his granddaughter's shoulders and staggering out. His body was like the red sun hanging in the west, dying of old age.
Sun Tuozi listened to his story for a long time, looked at his back, and was lost in thought for a long time. When he turned around, he realized that the drunk man had woken up at some point.
He took out the ingot of silver and put it on the table, stood up and left.
Today, there is really no customer in the small shop.
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The autumn wind is howling, the grass on the roadside is green, and the branches and leaves on the trees are already withered and yellow.
The road is long, winding and seemingly endless.
Ximen Rou left Baoding City and headed west.
He originally wanted to go east, but what the old man said was wrong. His trip to Baoding was not just to meet the two most famous people in the world, but what the old man said was right. He really only saw a little bit of them during his trip to Baoding. Just left.
After going to Xingyun Village, Ximen Rou already had hesitation in his heart, but after seeing the two people in the shop, Ximen Rou no longer had the courage to come.
Perhaps his determination and steps were not strong enough when he came, so he is leaving now.
It's very complicated. I feel lucky and regretful at the same time. I regret that I can't fight with those two people, but I'm glad that I don't have the courage to fight with them.
He sighed silently, and just when Ximen was looking desolate, a person came towards him.
There was only one person on the long path. His steps were very light. If Ximen Rou hadn't seen him, he wouldn't have noticed him at all.
He is tall and imposing, with slanted eyebrows and a few sparse beards under his chin. Looking at his face, there is an overwhelming arrogance on his face, and his stern eyes are both arrogant and arrogant. Seriousness, the most important thing is an unshakable determination.
Dressed in black, he seemed to be the only one under the desolate and cold sunset, as if he was the only one in the world.
He walked forward slowly, and although his steps were slow, his eyes were the same, as if he would never stop even if death was just ahead.
No one or anything can stop him or break his determination.
Ximen Rou was stunned. He saw what he lacked in this man.
Then he saw a dark iron sword tightly held in this man's hand. When he saw the iron sword, he was even more stunned. In an instant, he guessed where this man was going and what he was going to do. .
The man in black didn't even look at him. His eyes seemed to have no room for anyone else or anything. He continued to move forward and the two of them passed by each other.
Ximen Rou turned around and said: "'Iron Sword' Guo Songyang!"
Without responding or stopping, Ximenrou twitched his right hand, and a jet of black light flew out. A sound was heard that was both fast and sharp, like an eagle's cry, and like a dragon's roar.
The soft whip, nearly three feet long, twisted the trunk of a big tree beside the road.
With such a gentle pull of his hand, the long whip was quickly retracted, and with a "click", the big tree broke and fell on the long road with a loud roar.
The road was blocked, and the man in black finally stopped. But even though he stopped, could Ximen Rou stop him?
The man slowly turned around, his eyes met, and the man in black's eyes became sharp. This sharpness and energy were like a peerless magic weapon, showing its edge and coldness.
The man in black said: "The person I'm looking for is not you."
Ximen Rou stared into his eyes, then looked at his sword and said, "I know who you are looking for."
The man in black said: "Then you shouldn't do such a stupid thing."
Ximen Rou said in a deep voice: "Then do you know that you are also doing something stupid?"
The man in black's eyes flashed and said, "Have you seen him?"
Ximen Rou nodded.
The man in black smiled and said: "That's good."
Simon Judo: "This is not good!"
The man in black still smiled and said: "It seems to be getting better and better."
Ximenrou gritted her teeth and suddenly lost her words.
The man in black said calmly: "Let's take action."
Ximenrou stared at him but still didn't speak.
The man in black said coldly: "I want to sharpen my sword!"
Ximen Rou glared hard, shook his hand, and whipped the whip over the heads of the people standing there with the sound of wind. When the whip was whipped, it was rolled into three circles.
Just like this, a big tree broke in the middle. What would happen if someone was caught in the roll?
Cold light emerged from the sheath, and a sword light suddenly appeared. When the sword light appeared, the person also moved.
This movement was like flying straight up, his whole body seemed light and weightless, and he became like the wind, able to flow freely in the air.
He moved his body and came faster than the wind, and missed the first lap.
The sword light passed through, and so did the person. Then in an instant as fast as a spark of fire, the second circle immediately latched onto the sword's edge, and the third circle also latched onto the person.
Almost at the same time, they were still separated. Because of the order, the long whip met the sword edge first.
The sword light flowed, and there were several crisp golden sounds, and the long whip broke.
Ximen Rou dodged and retreated, his hand shaking again, the long whip turned into whip circles one after another, wrapped in feminine strength, and moved towards the sword light without hesitation.
The iron sword was originally light and flowing in the hands of the man in black, as flexible and natural as the wind. However, after the sword was released, the light wind turned into a new wind, not only becoming more cold and severe, but also acquiring a murderous aura.
The sword light suddenly lengthened, and the attack was sudden. The sword tip stabbed straight like a rainstorm destroying flowers. The sword flowers scattered at random. In the flash of sword light, the long whip was broken every inch.
But seeing the cold light radiating everywhere, Ximen Rou retreated again and again, and the sword light flashed away like a startling light and lightning.
The man stopped and the sword also stopped. The sword was at the throat and the whip was broken.
The man in black sighed and murmured: "'Whip God' Ximen Rou, it turns out that is nothing more than this..."
The iron sword returned to its sheath, the man turned around again, took steps, and continued walking on his own path.
Ximen Rou gritted his teeth and waved his palm to shake away the big tree blocking his way.
