When Chongyang left, the two young people who were hiding in the shadows were so frightened that their legs were weak, and they no longer dared to think anything wrong about the woman named Xiu'er, so they fled in a hurry.

It turned out that Chongyang went to the widow's door to beg for water to drink, on the one hand, he was really thirsty, and on the other hand, he wanted to deter the two ruffians with evil intentions.

"I'm a good girl, rhubarb, did you see it just now, that young man turned out to be a sword fairy who can fly with a sword, it's so fucking scary!"

"Nonsense, I'm not blind, of course I can see it, this time fortunately, we ran fast, if we were caught by that sword fairy, we would definitely lose our lives. ”

"Hey, it's all the son-in-law brother surnamed Yan, who doesn't like it, I have to like the widow Chen who killed her husband. ”

"That's it, if you want me to say, this Yan Dagongzi is a cheap. ”

"Yes, yes, yes, what you said is right, he is cheap, he looks like a dog, and his family is not bad for money, I don't know how many rich daughters secretly promise, but he is good, he has to beat Widow Chen's idea. ”

"I see, he is the body of a glutton. ”

......

On a tree-lined path, two lewd-looking men walked together.

These two people are the market splashes in the nearby town, usually like to fool around in the gambling house, good luck, will go to the best restaurant in the town for a generous time, maybe at night to go to the flower building to live for a night, if the luck is not good, will go to pick a few soft persimmons to make a sum of money, continue to be happy. A few days ago, on the way to the gambling house, the two saw a woman with excellent figure and appearance, so they stepped forward to tease, but Yan Dagongzi 'just right' came to a hero to save the beauty, the two did not dare to offend Yan Dagongzi, they could only admit that they were unlucky, but then Yan Dagongzi secretly gave them a sum of silver, and told them to follow the woman and find an opportunity to get her to their private house, and there will be a heavy reward after the fact.

It took a lot of effort for the two to figure out where the woman lived, but when they were about to make a move, they were ruined by a young man with a wooden sword at his waist.

"Erleng, anyway, that young sword immortal has already flown away, so it's better to ...... Shall we turn back again?"

Splashy, nicknamed Rhubarb, suddenly stopped and suggested.

The companion thought for a moment and thought it was a good suggestion.

After all, the two of them had already received a sum of money from Yan Dagongzi, and if they returned in vain, Yan Dagongzi would definitely not spare them.

Besides, the two of them have been a little tight lately, as long as they do what the eldest prince Yan ordered well, they will definitely be able to make another profit.

"Fuck the bullshit Sword Immortal, let's go back and get that Widow Chen, I don't believe it, that Sword Immortal is a relative of Widow Chen's family, can you guard her for twenty-four hours?"

After the two reached an agreement, they were just about to turn around and turn back.

At this time, a Svenwen voice came from behind him.

"The two of you have gone so far, it will definitely be troublesome to go back, why don't I give the two of you a ride?"

Rhubarb and Erleng turned their heads, optimistic about seeing Chongyang's harmless smiling face.

Hearing only a 'poof' sound, the two immediately knelt on the ground and begged for mercy.

Obediently, why didn't this Sword Immortal play his cards according to common sense, obviously he had already gone away, why did he come back secretly?

Northern Confucianism has always respected Confucianism, and among Confucianism, monks are respected, and sword cultivation is respected among monks.

And the young sword immortal in front of him took all three of these things, not to mention the two of them who were in the market, even if the eldest prince Yan came, he would only kneel and kowtow in front of the sword immortal.

"Take me to see that Yan Gongzi, and I'll spare your lives!"

Chongyang restrained his smile, and his tone was as cold as an ice pick in a cold day.

It didn't take long for the three of them to arrive at the door of a private mansion in the town.

The two splashes were glared at by the young sword immortal, and hurriedly knocked on the door and entered.

"How's things going, what about the beautiful woman surnamed Chen?"

In the courtyard, a young man dressed in brocade clothes couldn't wait to ask when he saw the two of them coming back.

"Yan ...... Yan Gongzi, human ...... People have been brought to ......," rhubarb stammered back.

Brother Gongzi, whose surname is Yan, looked around, but did not see the woman he liked, and his face instantly became ugly.

At this time, a voice came from outside the door: "You are Yan Zhen, Yan Dagongzi?"

"Who are you?"

Yan Zhen looked towards the door, and saw a young man wearing a cyan Confucian shirt and carrying a wooden sword at his waist, striding towards the courtyard.

The young man did not answer his question, but said directly: "First of all, don't fight the idea of the widow surnamed Chen again, and second, close your gambling house and green house in the town. As long as one of the two is not completed, you will bear the consequences!"

Yan Zhen seemed to have heard a big joke, and sneered: "Which green onion are you, do you really think that if you have a wooden sword, you are a sword immortal?"

He is the eldest son of Yan, one of the three major surnames in Liushui Town, and he has never seen anyone.

Not to mention the wealthy disciples in the town, even the biggest official in the town, the Pavilion Elder, had drunk with him.

He glanced at the person opposite him and said mockingly: "You are a poor scholar with a wooden sword at your waist, and you dare to meddle with my affairs, don't you want to live?"

The next moment, Yan Zhen only felt a flash in front of him, and he was directly pinched by the other party's neck, and his feet kicked off the ground.

Yan Zhen, who was still domineering just now, is like a little chicken cub who has no power to fight back at this time.

"Just because my name is Chongyang, how about it? It's enough to give you face, right?" the man replied in a cold voice.

Hearing the words 'Chongyang', Yan Zhen's face suddenly turned like ashes.

In the territory of Northern Confucianism, who doesn't know the name of Chongyang, the big devil?

At the beginning, this little-known sword immortal had just debuted, and he single-handedly destroyed two demon sects, and he was famous.

In the past ten years, Chongyang has hit several demon sect giants hard, and their whereabouts are erratic, they are uninhibited, and they are both good and evil, which has become a strange story on the rivers and lakes of the Northern Confucian Kingdom.

Yan Zhen gave up the struggle and squeezed out a few words from his throat: "I just ask Lord Sword Immortal to give me a happy ......"

Unexpectedly, Chongyang just threw him on the ground, like throwing a piece of garbage.

"Sword Immortal Lord...... Don't you kill me?"

Chongyang said expressionlessly: "If you want to die in my hands, you are not qualified enough!, however, if you don't take what I just said to heart, then I don't mind giving you a ride." ”

Yan Zhen immediately knelt on the ground and kowtowed desperately: "Listen to the orders of Lord Sword Immortal!"

"It's good to do it yourself. ”

As soon as the words fell, I saw Chongyang rise from the ground, and his body turned into a sword light and disappeared into the vast sky.

A moment later, the unruly demon stepped on the wooden sword and turned his head to look down.

The three people in the courtyard are already as small as mustard seeds.

Chongyang breathed a sigh of relief, turned his head to look in the direction of Zhenlong Mountain, and muttered to himself: "Second dog, wait a minute, the little senior brother will be here soon." ”