June 29.

Today's weather in Chang'an is bad, overcast and cloudy, and the experienced old man said that there may be heavy rain this afternoon, so he told his family to collect clothes quickly.

But the bustling and lively parts of the city are still unaffected.

Those who do business still do business.

Playing is still playing.

It is the height of summer, there are many idlers, literati and scholars, traveling together, this time, it is the best time of the year to go out to escape the summer, and Zhongnan Mountain is also a good place to go.

The whole city is filled with the lively atmosphere of the market.

This is the life of ordinary people, running around for a living every day, filling their stomachs, feeding their families, raising children, in the real world, there are not so many children and daughters, and heroes are short of breath.

The rivers and lakes are indeed the rivers and lakes.

But beyond the rivers and lakes, the world is still very big.

"There is a duel of masters on the city wall! Let's go and see it! ”

And it's not just whoever is the first to shout this voice.

The news spread quickly, like a group of street runners in the city who had nothing to do, and brought in a lot of people who liked to watch the excitement.

Immediately afterwards, the young people who listened to the stories of heroes since childhood and admired the martial arts of the rivers and lakes also ran out of their homes one after another, as well as the martial artists who lived in the city and the martial arts hall, also joined in the fun and saw the demeanor of the masters of the rivers and lakes.

In the end, even the recognized masters of the rivers and lakes in Chang'an City, the old man Zhuo who had washed his hands of gold five or six years ago, were shocked.

An old man in his sixties, dressed in black, hurried to the city wall on a fast horse.

In order not to miss today's sudden showdown in the rivers and lakes.

Under the city wall, more and more people gathered, and the voices of people were boiling.

On the city wall, the two fought against each other, one old and one young, separated by ten zhang away.

The city wall is so high, ordinary people must not be able to see the specific faces of these two people, but the martial artists who have practiced true qi and opened up the acupuncture points in the eyes can see it clearly.

The young man was dressed in a white long shirt with black gauze and short sleeves, and he did not use weapons, but only black fist gloves on his hands, which were embellished with strange insignia.

The young man's face was solemn, he looked like he had just passed the weak crown, but he had strange and flowing broken hair, and a mustache on his chin, which had no intention of concealing his identity at all.

It's just that his eyes are indifferent, and he looks like he is made of ice.

And the old man opposite him, dressed in black, hunched over, with silver hair, also unusual, with braids full of small braids, looking drooping and old.

When the wind blows, it seems to be able to blow down.

He held a black, wooden and white jade cigarette stick in his hand, hung a cigarette pack, and from time to time spewed out a wisp of smoke from his mouth, carrying his right hand, and he did not see the demeanor of a master.

The banner of the Tiance Army planted at the head of the city was hunting, and under the city wall, there were old soldiers of the Tiance Army who stopped the good deeds and prevented them from going up the city wall.

There were voices in the crowd, and someone asked:

"Why don't the two of them do it? It's been a confrontation for almost half an hour! Is this a happy fight? ”

"That's it! If we don't fight again, we'll go home. ”

Others chimed in.

This look is not to practice martial arts, purely to see the excitement, those who really have martial arts skills, they don't bother to refute these people, and it's in vain.

Anyone who understands these things in the rivers and lakes understands them.

"Old man Zhuo, what do you think?"

In front of the crowd, a group of dart masters and young people, surrounded by the white-haired old man who was playing with an iron ball in his hand, asked nonsense.

This old man Zhuo is not simple.

According to the generations of the rivers and lakes, he should be regarded as a martial arts master of the generation of the Yuanwu monk, it is said that when he was young, he worshipped the hermit of the rivers and lakes as a teacher, and learned the stunt of a golden sword and silver ring.

In the entire Guanzhong Western Regions region, it was very famous, and the Fierce Sword Sect also asked him to be an elder, but was rejected by Old Man Zhuo.

When he was young, he wandered the rivers and lakes, and finally got a son when he got old, so he wanted to live with his family.

Although he retired from the rivers and lakes only a few years ago, he stopped walking around the rivers and lakes many years ago.

The younger generation has hardly heard of his name, and compared with "juniors" like Zhang Moxie and Ren Hao, Old Man Zhuo really has no face to claim to be a martial arts master.

But in the martial arts circle of Chang'an City, this old man is very famous.

On the day he washed his hands in the golden basin, in order to avoid the inheritance of martial arts from causing disaster to his family, he followed Zhang Moxie's "Jianghu Heart Method" and gave his golden sword and silver ring technique to everyone who came to watch the ceremony.

One serving per person.

It's a pity that these two sets of martial arts have a bit high requirements for understanding, and even if they get the inheritance, not everyone can learn it.

But this alone makes this old man in Chang'an City, and everyone admires him.

At this time, hearing someone asking, the old man Zhuo, who was playing with the iron ball in his hand, also touched his beard, squinted his eyes, and said:

"These two are both masters."

"Master?"

The people around looked at each other, this master of the rivers and lakes, who has always been elusive, how could he suddenly appear on the city wall, still posing, and not fighting?

"Yes, the real master is not as deceitful as our Lao Zhuo."

Old man Zhuo is also a cheerful person, with a little self-deprecation, and a little dignified, he said in an accentuated voice:

"Let me ask you, what is the wind direction in Chang'an City these days?"

"Northwest wind, it's been like this in previous years."

The crowd replied.

The old man raised his hand, pointed to a dozen large flags on the city wall, and asked:

"Then tell the old man, in what direction are these flags blowing?"

Everyone looked at each other, and after a breath, they all exclaimed.

Those big flags were blown in the opposite direction to the wind, and the flags were not in the same direction, and it was very chaotic, and there were one or two flags, which simply stopped in place, as if there was no wind.

was pointed out by Old Man Zhuo, and now everyone had a guess in their hearts.

"That's right, these two masters are fighting each other, with the true qi that is as thick as the sea that ordinary people can't see, colliding and fighting between square inches."

Lao Zhuo touched his beard and said in amazement.

He said:

"You see that the two of them have no action, but in fact, at this time, the field is extremely dangerous, killing machines are everywhere, ordinary martial artists, dare to set foot in it, it doesn't take a moment or three, just a moment, they will be torn apart and crushed into powder.

If the true qi is released, it can be done to this extent, all over the body, these two people are definitely real masters! ”

Everyone nodded in unison.

Another good deed person came over and asked:

"Old Man Zhuo, you said that they are all masters, how tall are they? Is it better than you? ”

"Me?"

Lao Zhuo shook his head and said calmly:

"What am I?

Even when the old man was in his prime, in front of these two people, I am afraid that he would not be able to move twenty moves. How high their methods are, the old man doesn't have a keen eye, I'm afraid he can't see it.

But if you use the list of rivers and lakes that are circulating now, these two people are the worst, and they are also at the level of the half-step heaven list.

It's really strange, the old man has only been washing his hands in a golden basin for five or six years, how can there suddenly be these two unheard of top masters on the rivers and lakes? ”

"Whew"

As soon as Old Man Zhuo's words fell, he heard a sharp eagle chirp from above the city wall.

It was like lightning streaking across the sky, making everyone look up in unison.

Then he saw a black eagle in the limelight, swaying its feathers, falling from the sky, and in the blink of an eye, it landed on the young man's shoulder.

"Amazing beast! That's a crested eagle! ”

A shout rang out from the crowd:

"That person, that person is Shen Qiu! Left Dao Demon Shen Qiu! Such demons, actually..."

Before this exclamation was finished, he was immediately pulled down by the person next to him.

and covered the mouth of the troublemaker.

Truly.

Shen Qiu is now very famous in the rivers and lakes, and he can be called notorious.

But this notoriety represents the same ferocious strength, the Taihang Mountain Incident, has spread all over the rivers and lakes, overnight, abolished thousands of people, such means, has exceeded the imagination of the people in the rivers and lakes.

Some people even say that Shen Qiu is the reincarnation of a demon, and the monster who came out of Taihang Mountain is definitely not human.

The masters of the rivers and lakes, dare to say that Shen Qiu is a demon, and everyone will be punished, but these bystanders, where do they have the courage?

Misfortune comes from the mouth, and it is better to say less.

That Shen Qiu may not be the opponent of that mysterious old man, but it would be easy to kill these ordinary martial artists.

There was a whisper in the crowd, and those who didn't know were asking those who were looking frightened, wanting to inquire about Shen Qiu's identity, and by the way, the identity of this old man in black.

At this moment, the two people, who had been silent, suddenly moved.

"Shen Qiu, you are the heir to the mantle of Ren Haoxuan, why did you do such an evil thing in the cholera rivers and lakes?"

The old man let out a puff of smoke.

It's peculiar.

The white smoke gathered but did not disperse, swirling around the old man for a few weeks, merging into the true qi, the old man put away his cigarette stick, moved his hands and feet, and slowly stood up straight.

An awe-inspiring aura came out, like the wind, blowing on the people under the city walls.

He asked:

"If you are murdered by a traitor and persecuted to this point, even if you tell the old man that you have been wronged!

The old man He Wangchuan is almost capable, but if there is really something unbearable, for the sake of Ren Hao and the old man who have intersected for many years, the old man will definitely return your innocence! ”

"Don't be, Old Man He."

In the face of the old man's persuasion, Shen Qiu flicked his fingers, and the black eagle on his shoulder remained still.

He said softly:

"Everything I did was what I wanted to do, and I was not persecuted by anyone, and I was not wronged.

The people killed by Shen are all deserving people, and as for the stinky fish and rotten shrimp that were abolished, it was also Shen's kindness and spared their lives!

Master He, you chased me all the way from Jinling to Chang'an, are you tired?

Along the way, we have fought so many times, and we have known each other in detail, you can't help me, and I can't hurt you, this game of good guys and bad guys, Shen is tired of playing.

Stop here, lest you provoke Shen to kill again because of you! ”

This was said unceremoniously.

The old man also responded with a smile:

"Yes.

The old man is old, and he can't compare to you, a young man, who is energetic, and he is really tired of catching up all the way, so let's stop the old man, and you will stop too.

This went back to Wulong Villa with the old man, and the old man gave up his face, and invited Zen Master Yuanwu and Taoist Ziwei to give you a lecture on the scriptures.

Is that good? ”

"Not good, not at all."

Shen Qiu shook his head.

His tone also became unceremoniously, and he said:

"You old man, rely on the old and sell the old, give you three points of color, and you will open a dyeing workshop. is so entangled, is it really Shen afraid of you? Hugh should be noisy and leave quickly!

lest Shen's heart be on fire and kill you here! ”

"Young man."

He Lichuan sighed, shook his head, and said:

"The anger is big, it's really disrespectful to the old, since that's the case, the old man is no longer entangled, today, I'll take you back with this evil obstacle."

"Whoosh"

The old man pointed at the sword and shook it lightly, without a trace of fireworks.

"Bang"

In the loud noise, the crested eagle rose into the sky, and the city wall behind Shen Qiu was cut off by this sword, and the gravel flew sideways, causing a burst of panic under the city wall, and everyone fled for the road.

"Old Puff!"

In the smoke and dust, there was also Shen Qiu's roar.

What followed was the billowing cold, like the snow in June, and when the cold air surged, the entire city wall was covered with a trace of ice chips like snowflakes.

Two figures disappeared from the city walls, so fast that the eyes could not catch them, and phantoms danced everywhere.

It's just that after five breaths of fighting, the entire city wall was frozen for more than ten feet.

The heavy ice was still surging along the city wall rapidly, and this scene was like the joy of the Tongwu Sect Master, but it took longer.

Under the city wall, a group of Guanzhong warriors looked at each other and were dumbfounded.

They finally saw with their own eyes what the top masters of the rivers and lakes looked like when they were fighting.

Immortals fight, no exaggeration.

"Retreat!"

Old Man Zhuo waved his hand and threw out a ball of iron, smashed a fallen boulder, and shouted:

"Exit the crowd! Don't stay, it's a terrible thing, stop joining in the fun! ”

The voice was mixed with true qi, like thunder.

The crowd exploded, hundreds of people ran to safety without their lives, and behind them, the ground shook, the glaciers on the city walls shattered, and the boulders collapsed.

Stones as big as a human body were thrown down and smashed on the ground, the green bricks were shattered, and in the noise, there were still one or two wisps of sharp sword qi from time to time, or strong fist power.

These things are really damn.

As long as ordinary people rub it, it will be the end of losing their lives.

"Here comes the sword!"

Waiting for the old man Zhuo, holding the two and a half children, swept out of the danger zone, and landed next to a group of embarrassed warriors with broken heads and bleeding for a moment, he heard an angry roar from the half-collapsed city wall behind him.

At this moment, all the warriors in the crowd who were carrying swords and swords felt that the blades in their hands were being pulled by a strange force.

"Rub, rub, rub, rub"

The sound of the blade unsheathed erupted, and in the exclamation of nearly a thousand people, hundreds of swords were unsheathed at the same time, as if they were attracted by an invisible hand, hovering in the sky, like a sword array.

In the next moment, from all directions, the brush pierced into the smoke and dust.

"Bang"

There was a loud bang, and a figure fell from the city wall, like a meteorite, and was smashing into the rubble-strewn clearing under the city wall, and the figure was in disarray.

When it smashed into the ground, it got up and fled.

Shen Qiu!

The white robe was covered with blood, dragging an arm to Shen Qiu, this person had a hideous face at this time, flashed into the crowd, and got up and flew in the next moment, two ups and downs, and disappeared into Chang'an City.

The black-robed old man followed closely, moving and moving, his footwork was fierce, bringing the sound of dragons and cranes.

The two of them chased and fled, and disappeared in the blink of an eye, leaving only half of the collapsed city wall, and their chins couldn't be closed, startling the melon-eating crowd who were eyeballs.

"Look!"

One pointed to the wall and shouted, while the others looked back.

On the half-collapsed city wall, hundreds of swords were densely inserted, all of which were submerged in most of them, like steel vertebrae inserted into the earth.

"Such peerless swordsmanship..."

Old Man Zhuo flew to the side of the city wall, grabbed the hilt of a sword, and tried to pull it out, but he couldn't pull it out, as if the sword was one with the city wall.

"It's really the Demon Demon Sword."

Lao Zhuo looked back at the empty sky of Chang'an City and let out a sigh of relief.

This demon Shen Qiu is really fierce.

And this black-robed old man, He Lichuan, is even more powerful.

Sure enough, there are still more things in the rivers and lakes that are not good than evil.

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