Old Man Wu touched the teacup and wondered, "Why is this?" Although the old man is only the fourth on the list, except for the first on the list, the second and third on the list are not the opponents of the old man. ”

Wang Quan didn't continue the topic, but asked with a smile: "The reason why the seniors are the fourth on the heavenly list is because they feel too tired to hold the top three names on the heavenly list?" ”

Wu Guren laughed when he heard this.

He became more and more satisfied with Wang Quan.

"Yes, the number one in the world is too tiring, and I have to keep the name of the first every day. The second, third, and year after year, they pursued the vanity of the first, and they lived too tired.

"It's good to be fourth in the world, you don't have to be so tired, you also have the fame of the rivers and lakes, the old man opens an inn, accepts friends from all over the world, and listens to them tell the stories of the world, the south and the north, isn't it happy?"

Wang Quan remained silent and swept over the others, "Then these seniors must not be ordinary people." ”

The monk who opened the door just now smiled and said, "In these years, if you don't have a background, who can cultivate to the innate level." We were just tired of the battles in the rivers and lakes, so we chose to settle in this Yuhang town.

"When I'm busy, I come to you to sell pork, he opens an inn, and in my spare time, I drink tea and admire the moon, and I don't live in vain."

Wang Quan looked up at the night sky and the moonlight, and said leisurely: "I have observed when I came, the surroundings of this courtyard are quite dilapidated, and there are poor people all around. ”

"Everyone has their own fate, how can they help for a lifetime if they help for a while." The high-crowned Daoist sighed, "It's not that Poor Dao and the others haven't helped, but the Shengdou Xiaomin only has the immediate vision in his eyes, and he has no foresight. Even if they are given money, they will only spend it indiscriminately, and they will be lazy after half the year, or they will continue to work as coolies, so they will not have a chance. ”

Everyone agreed.

But Wang Quan felt chills.

In their eyes, they only have the swords, lights, swords, shadows, snow, moon, wind and flowers in the rivers and lakes, even if they look down at the people under their feet, they are just like dogs, and they abandon them like shoe.

But if you don't tell the people how to live well, how can they understand?

They are the same as those beings in Wang Quan's world, they are very tired just alive.

Dream? I don't know where tomorrow's meal is, and I still talk about dreams?

But I don't blame them, seeing that they don't object to the three lists of heaven, earth and man, they are just oppressed people.

The world is like this, it's not their fault.

Moreover, they also have a vested interest.

Wang Quan raised the cold tea and saluted, and drank it all.

The tea is cold, and the heart is colder.

But the blood was hot.

Since the ways are different, then they do not conspire with each other.

He stood up, clasped his hands into fists and saluted, "Don't speculate for more than half a sentence." Ladies and gentlemen, farewell. ”

With that, he turned and walked away, without pausing.

Even if these people are all famous people on the heavenly list, he doesn't care.

Several masters were stunned.

But no one cared about Wang Quan's rudeness, and no one stopped him.

After Wang Quan left, the man shook his head and smiled, "As a result, Poor Dao has become a bad person?" ”

"He's still young, and his blood isn't cold yet." Old Man Wu held the teacup and said leisurely, "Does this situation and this scene seem familiar?" We weren't the same back then. ”

This is also one of the reasons why he likes Wang Quan.

Wang Quan's root bone talent is naturally one in a million, but what he said to Liu Xingyu in the inn a few hours ago was the reason that really moved him, and it also made him protect him again after twenty years.

He saw a shadow of his youth.

Several people were silent.

How could they not have been like that in the first place?

Who is the Buddha who kowtowed before the first and vowed not to cross the world and swore not to return to the mountain?

Who is the Daomen questioning, why is the Great Dao ruthless and does not care about the life and death of mortals?

Who is the Confucian monument crying blood and breaking with the division commander's classmates?

Who is the one who said to the court that the erection is not enough and the plot is thrown away?

They are all from wealthy families, and even the heirs of the Holy Land are not without them.

They were also young.

They also thought about what to do.

But this Jianghu, it's too heavy.

It's so heavy that even if they have already taught the natural way, they still can't resist.

Teaching people martial arts?

From the court to change the world?

I've tried it all, but it's useless.

Dominate the world on your own?

Even if you don't want the face of the congenital master to join forces at all, there may be a thirty percent possibility.

And then what?

The rules of the rivers and lakes for thousands of years have long been deeply rooted in the bone marrow of all living beings, can they make people stand up, can they make a person's heart stand up?

So he was disheartened, drank tea and admired the moon, was willing to be an idler in the world, and watched the flowers bloom and fall from afar.

"He'll be like us."

Someone mentioned it, but no one answered.

The atmosphere was a little cold for a while, and several bigwigs were slightly distracted, not knowing what they were thinking.

In the middle of the night, the high-crowned Taoist got up and flicked the long sleeves of his robe and was about to leave.

Old Man Wu raised his head and asked, "Go after Wang Shaoxia?" ”

The Taoist nodded slightly, his voice flat, "Poor Dao wants to go and see when he will give up." ”

It's because I see him remembering myself decades ago, because I know how difficult this road is, so I want to protect him in secret...... Old Man Wu smiled slightly, and also stood up, "Coincidentally, the old man also wants to take a look." ”

"Let's go." The Taoist was very decisive and left without saying goodbye to the others.

"Wait."

The sturdy monk's thick eyebrows, which were almost connected, raised slightly, "Go together." ”

As his words fell, the poor scholar, the old man in the cloth, the middle-aged catcher, and the black-faced butcher also stood up silently.

Wu asked knowingly, "Go together?" ”

"Let's go."

"Hah! Let's go! ”

While talking and laughing, there was no one in this small courtyard.

Under the moonlight, only the peach tree and peach tree stone table are left.

............

After finding a place to sleep in an inn for one night, Wang Quan had that dream again.

In the dream, he was standing in front of the door of the dormitory in the mansion.

Inside the house, the young lady in the wedding dress looked at him across the door, and the scarlet eyes behind the light veil fell on his face and never moved away.

Before putting it, Wang Quan would be inexplicably afraid.

But now that those things are gone, he even feels very relieved.

The thing he has to do, in addition to waiting for Ah Jiu to come, also needs to rely on the strength of this ghost bride young lady.

"Little sister, you say...... Will I be able to make it? ”

The young lady didn't speak, just looked at him quietly.

"You'll help me, won't you?"

The young lady still didn't speak.

But Wang Quan didn't care, anyway, he couldn't go anywhere else in his dreams.

So he stood there, calmly telling what kind of person he was.

He was a man of contentment, an ordinary man, a delicate little bourgeois.

He's just an ordinary office worker who happens to encounter these strange things, and when he sees unfair news, he will scold him and be a keyboard powerhouse.

But even if it's like this, he wants to do something.

He recalled the experience of the past few days.

The numb eyes of the people of the village, and the fear of him, because he held a splendid sword, because he was dressed in splendid clothes made of fine materials, because his hands were white and calloused, because his skin was smooth and elastic.

It's not funny.

Because the people who have these will not be ordinary people in this world.

They will be amazed even if they eat and give money.

Wang Quan said a lot, and the young lady in the wedding dress just listened.

Before I knew it, a few hours had passed.

Wang Quan was about to wake up in a daze.

When he awoke, there seemed to be a gentle whisper in his ear:

"Mr. Wang, go for it, this is the Mr. Wang I know~~ Rest assured, everything has me~~"

Opening his eyes, Wang Quan sat up and shook his head.

Looking at the set of high-end costumes carefully prepared by Ye Shengge on the hanger, Wang Quan put away the clothes.

He pulled out a set of clothes he had bought from the villagers the previous two days from his package.

A set of coarse cloth green shirts and a pair of cloth shoes.

Wearing a shirt, the back of the neck is a little grinding.

Put on cloth shoes, and the bottom surface is a little awkward.

Wang Quan adapted for a while, and recited a poem to himself:

"This can also be called a pair of grass shoes for thousands of miles, a hundred years of life and a linen cloth, right? It's pretty handsome.

"This is Wang Quan, the only righteous giant in martial arts, who specializes in all kinds of disobedience in the rivers and lakes, the nemesis of crime, and the only righteous giant in martial arts, I should still be decided!"

With a smile, he picked up his luggage and left the house.

Half an hour later, he walked on the dirt road to Lin'an City.

Not far away, more than a dozen gray-clothed men blocked the way.

The middle-aged man in the lead shouted: "Leave the cheats of "Innate Yiqi"! My Iron Sword Gate will protect you! ”

Wang Quan smiled slightly, his eyes were scarlet, and the wooden sword was unsheathed.

The next moment, he appeared in front of the middle-aged man and stabbed the long sword in his throat.

Pulling out the wooden sword, the middle-aged man clutched his bleeding throat and fell.

Wang Quan stroked the blade of the sword, and his fingers were pricked by the raised wooden thorns.

“......”

He shook his head and smiled.

Then he turned and swung his sword.

Blood is like flowers.

Heads are raining.