On the mountain, Tingfeng Village.
Tingfeng Village is very large, and its discipline is better than that of ordinary cottages.
The gate is made of large trees and is solid and heavy.
The four of them came to the door, Zhu Zizhao pointed to the door in front and said: "This is Tingfeng Village.
We just entered, what is the name of the village owner? "
"Come often." Lao Wu reminded.
"Yes, I come here often. He's called cats and dogs, but his attitude is extremely arrogant." Zhu Zizhao said angrily.
"oh."
Zhang Qingyuan responded without saying much.
After all, he came here to ask for food, and he would definitely not give it to him, and there would definitely be a fight.
Either you die or I live, it doesn’t matter what your attitude is.
"Lao Wu, go call the door."
"Yes, young master."
Lao Wu bowed respectfully, then straightened his back and walked to the door.
"Call your village master to come out!"
The sound released from the inner force was like a dragon roaring and a tiger roaring, and the entire valley echoed with his voice.
Zhang Qingyuan couldn't help but feel a little envious. With such a master as a guard, he needed a bicycle.
If only I had a bodyguard like this...
I sigh in my heart, everyone has his own destiny, I can't envy him.
He wants bright clothes and angry horses, I want fine clothes and fine food.
People always envy other people's lives, and their own lives are also envied by others.
The voice fell, and not long after, the door was opened, and a big man holding a golden sword came out.
Behind the big man was a group of bandits, numbering about twenty or thirty.
Zhu Zizhao came closer to Zhang Qingyuan and reminded: "This is the second head of Tingfeng Village, Chang Lai's brother, named Chang Feng."
Chang Feng glanced around, with an impatient look on his face, and put the knife on his shoulder.
"Didn't I tell you that the food was placed with us for better disaster relief? Why didn't you listen?"
When Zhu Zizhao heard what he said, he was immediately angry.
"You rob grain and sell it to grain merchants at high prices. What kind of disaster relief is this? I have never seen such shameless people!"
"Bah!" Chang Feng spat and hummed softly: "How we provide disaster relief is our business, and you don't need to worry about it. If you don't want to die in vain, just go down the mountain quickly."
"Look, how arrogant the attitude is." Zhu Zizhao said to Zhang Qingyuan.
Zhang Qingyuan licked his dry lips and glanced at Lao Qi.
Hopefully it's not an embroidered pillow.
"Go right in."
He took the lead, and Zhu Zizhao slapped Lao Qi.
"Follow."
When Chang Feng saw that Zhang Qingyuan and the others not only refused to leave, but dared to step forward, he said arrogantly: "Damn, I've given you shame!"
After saying that, he quickly backed away.
You can say harsh words, but you can't fight.
Why did he let them go just now? It was because Mr. Long Jun said that the martial arts of the two guards around the pretty boy were not inferior to him, so he let them go in order to avoid unnecessary casualties.
He is very self-aware, so after saying harsh words, he decisively retreats and shakes people off.
Seeing that the door was about to close, Zhang Qingyuan raised his hand, and the Wenxin Sword flew out and got stuck in front of the door.
Then he quickly stepped forward and slapped the bandit to death as he closed the door.
Seeing that the door was not closed, Chang Feng hurriedly ran inside, shouting as he ran: "Brother, Lord Long, someone is coming up the mountain."
Zhang Qingyuan took the sword, and Lao Wu and Lao Qi also came to the door and helped open the door. The four of them entered the village one after another.
Inside the gate is a spacious street, wider than the streets in ordinary towns. There are carriages parked on both sides, and some of the carriages still have unfinished grain.
"Did you see it? They robbed these from the mountain."
"Damn it."
"that's right."
The two looked at each other.
At the same time, a group of bandits were already running towards them with weapons in hand.
Zhu Zizhao winked at Zhang Qingyuan.
"Didn't you say you could do it? I'll leave these soldiers to you."
Zhang Qingyuan pulled out the Questioning Heart Sword, heard a sword cry, and held the sword in his hand.
In an instant, his careless energy disappeared and turned into a sharp sword.
"Don't be cowardly." Zhang Qingyuan reminded again.
Zhu Zizhao said: "Who are you looking down on?"
Zhang Qingyuan got off the ground and flew away quickly.
This sword is extremely fast, extremely bright, and extremely beautiful.
Just when he was about to reach the bandits and soldiers, he swept across with his sword. The sword energy flowed out thousands of miles, and the five people in the front instantly fell to the ground.
Then he is like a wolf entering the flock of sheep, or like the farmer uncle who is harvesting wheat, waving his sickle at the lovely wheat in the field.
Under Zhang Qingyuan's swing, sword energy and sword light alternated, blood mist exploded, wisps of blood splashed, and figures fell down one by one.
The twelve immortal-killing moves are only for killing people, not for showing off.
This set of swordsmanship is the swordsmanship that my master is most proud of. Every move is designed to kill people. There are no bells and whistles, but only the purest killing moves.
The reason why Zhang Qingyuan has not improved his swordsmanship for so long is that this swordsmanship is enough for now.
Zhang Qingyuan rushed into the crowd, the sword under his Taoist robe was like an impermanent hook, harvesting the lives of the bandits.
Every sword is a textbook of murderous swordsmanship, and at least one person will fall to the ground with every sword.
When the people in front of you have been killed cleanly, the people behind you have been killed in fear.
Zhang Qingyuan took a step forward and reached mid-air. He moved and a stream of light flashed across. Wherever the sword light passed, seven or eight people fell to the ground immediately, and their bodies were separated.
The team of more than thirty people was all killed in less than a moment.
Zhu Zizhao exclaimed from behind: "What a swordsmanship!"
Lao Wu also said: "What kind of sword technique is this? Why have I never heard of it?"
Even the serious Lao Qi couldn't help but comment: "The ultimate killing swordsmanship."
"This little Taoist priest is really talented. He's not bragging."
Seeing how powerful Zhang Qingyuan was, Zhu Zizhao was now full of confidence and said to Lao Qi: "Don't embarrass me for a while."
"yes."
At this moment, the wind and sand were rolling in front, and there were crowds of people.
The leader was dressed in black, with dark gold dragon patterns embroidered on the clothes.
When they came here and saw corpses all over the ground, their expressions suddenly changed.
Next to the man in black with the dragon pattern, a big man who looked somewhat similar to Chang Feng was holding a golden knife and looking at them angrily.
"Who did it!"
"I."
Before Zhu Zizhao could speak, Zhang Qingyuan took the lead in responding.
"Why do you want to kill my people?"
"Because they want to kill me." Zhang Qingyuan held up the sword, and the blood on the sword slid down the blade and dripped on the ground, turning into red blood flowers.
"Who are you?"
Chang Lai and Long Jun's attention was all on Zhu Zizhao, or to be precise on Lao Wu Lao Qi next to Zhu Zizhao, and they did not pay much attention to Zhang Qingyuan.
Looking at Zhang Qingyuan now, several people frowned.
Zhang Qingyuan said: "I'm here to ask for food. Don't say you didn't take the food from the Chang family in Dingfeng County."
"It's a joke, the Tang family's food has been confiscated by us for disaster relief. As a Kaifeng person, disaster relief is everyone's unshirkable duty."
When you are a bitch, you have to build a memorial arch.
"Disaster relief?"
After hearing this, Zhu Zizhao became even more angry: "Are you doing this for disaster relief? It's despicable and shameless!"
Long Jun stood up at this time and said with an evil smile: "We have our own disaster relief methods. We contribute the most, so we should make some money."
Zhang Qingyuan nodded: "Should."
"You..." Zhu Zizhao was stunned for a moment when he heard Zhang Qingyuan say that he should.
"In that case, you'd better please come back."
Zhang Qingyuan shook his head: "We don't want to trouble you. We can do it ourselves. That's right. Just return the food to us."
"roll!"
Zhang Qingyuan sighed.
"It's really awesome."
Raise your head and draw the sword!
