Outside the city, the Sanlishan Temple is dusk and drizzle.

Nowadays, there is no incense in the mountain temple, and there are few people who come to worship, but there are many people who come to take refuge from the rain.

Los Angeles is located in the north, and the snow falls in winter, and this mountain temple is not very suitable for homeless people to live, but now that the ice skin has begun to dissolve, the earth has recovered, and at the moment of Qingming, there are some unkempt beggars lying in the mountain temple.

There is a small bonfire in front of the statue of the mountain god, on which there is an iron pot of unclear color, boiling and stewing without knowing anything, only the strange aroma wafting out, the smoke is faint, emerging from the hole in the top of the mountain temple, there are also dripping water droplets, falling from the breach, a small pool of water accumulates in the mountain temple, the rain falls, and there is a sound of dingdong.

The real Ning Huaiyuan was in the middle of this group of unkempt beggars, his clothes were in tatters, his face was covered with mud, and he couldn't tell the difference between his appearance and these beggars at all.

He cowered in a corner, farthest from the fire, and furthest from the beggars.

Although in today's world, the organization of the beggars is not as prosperous as it was in the early years, but in the territory of Los Angeles, the beggars are also connected with each other, and they have no followers here, so don't have too much contact with them.

In short, after the rain stopped, I continued to hurry, continued to the east, and arrived at the boundary of Shandong, and at that time I changed my face and identity, and I was a good man.

and the martial arts of Penglai Pavilion in Shandong, it shouldn't be like Huashan in Shaanxi, most of them are empty shelves that can't be played.

When Ning Huaiyuan was thinking like this, he saw that the closed door of the mountain temple was opened from the outside, and under the firelight, a strong man wearing a robe and hat walked in from the door, dripping with water droplets on his body, looking around at the beggars around him, he was well-dressed and tall, obviously not a beggar person.

"Get up!" As soon as the person entered, its voice sounded like thunder, because of the use of internal force, no matter how to pretend to be asleep, no matter how much people pretend to be asleep, they feel that their ears are ringing like a copper bell, and they can't sleep at all.

As soon as this sound came out, the beggars turned over and sat up, looking at the uninvited guest who suddenly broke in.

"I'm going to rest here tonight." The strong man in the lily said angrily in the urn under the hat, and the right hand was slightly forward, and he could see that under the lily was a long sword inlaid with rubies, although only a hilt was exposed, but he could also feel the preciousness and sharpness of the long sword: "Dare to give way to a place." ”

A tall beggar stood up in the middle of the beggars, and in the firelight he could see a six-foot-long man, with a fierce gaze and a scar on his face, which was obviously the leader of this group of beggars: "Dare to ask Your Excellency where is sacred?" This is the realm of the mountain god, and the king of heaven is here, and he is not as big as the mountain god. ”

"Your Excellency came to rest and walk the rivers and lakes, it is very convenient to be with people, but now it is raining peach blossoms outside, and the brothers have finally found a place to dry their clothes.

"I think we're not clean."

What he said, with a gun and a stick, and all the good things were said by him there, it was really a powerful mouth.

However, the strong man in the cloth sneered, stepped forward, drew his sword everything, and then put the sword into the sheath, and the sword light was bright.

"The mountain god is above, please taste the sword."

Almost no one could see the sword light of this big man in the big clothes at this moment, but they could hear a sound behind them, and the beggars looked back, but saw the clay sculpture of the mountain god behind them, whose arm had been broken under the firelight, fell next to the offering table.

The strong man's arm span is no more than three feet, and the sword in his hand is less than three feet, but it is one foot away from the statue of the mountain god, and the blade of the sword cannot touch the statue of the mountain god, but the arm of the mountain god falls in response.

The beggar was dumbfounded and speechless.

He used to ridicule this strong man that this is the realm of the mountain god master, and now this strong man cut off an arm of the mountain god master with a sword, his sword skills are amazing, and his intention is even more heart-wrenching.

"Dare to love the mountain god." The strong man put away his sword, bowed down, and said respectfully to the sculpture of the mountain god who had broken his arm, but in front of him, it was actually a beggar whose whole body was like a sifting chaff.

"Dare to ask the high surname of the foot." The beggar at the head took away the previous splash, clenched his fists and asked seriously: "You leave a name, and we will make way for the uncle." ”

"Huashan Ning Huaiyuan is also." The strong man spoke.

Many beggars glanced at each other, and the beggar at the head of the beggar hugged his fists and bowed: "I don't know if it's the high foot of the Huashan faction, I'm presumptuous." ”

Saying this, he took the lead and walked past the strong man: "A hero has arrived, we will give the hero land." ”

With him taking the lead, the rest of the beggars walked out.

Ning Huaiyuan was also mixed among the beggars and didn't say a word, but as soon as he walked to the side of this strong man in a robe, he heard the other party say coldly: "Senior Brother Ning, since I'm here, why do you have to leave?" ”

Ning Huaiyuan stood there, where did the other beggars dare to provoke these two plague gods, they all came out of the mountain temple in the rain from both sides, and went to other places to shelter from the rain, but at this time, the night was slippery, and it was raining, and it was inevitable that someone fell and fell, and there was a burst of scolding.

But the shouting was always getting farther and farther away.

Ning Huaiyuan turned around and looked at the man in the cloth motionlessly: "I don't think you can find here. ”

He was not in a hurry, even if he was blocked by the same door, his expression was not a little panicked.

Still a little surprised.

"You are willing to fall into self-inflicted defilement, in such a place of filth and filth, I naturally can't find you, but someone to guide it is different." The big man in the cloth said coldly: "Since you worship under my Huashan Gate, do you know what crime it is to kill your fellow disciples and embezzle secret books?" ”

"It's just a capital offense." Ning Huaiyuan smiled and said, "But, Senior Brother Yue, do you think you can kill me?" ”

Ning Huaiyuan was smeared with sludge at this time, and the smell of his clothes all over his body was turbid and smelly, but his conversation was calm and graceful, with a faint taste of banter, no wonder he was able to worship under the gate of Huashan.

"Whether you can kill it or not, you'll find out if you try." The strong man known as Senior Brother Yue said lightly, and at the same time he stepped forward, sat down cross-legged on the side of the fire, reached out and took out two bottles of wine from his arms, a plate of beef and a package wrapped in oiled paper for fire, and put them on the blue brick ground of the mountain temple, and then looked up at Ning Huaiyuan: "I came all the way from Huashan to kill you, but after all, Senior Brother, have you ever eaten?" If you don't mind, we'll talk while we eat. ”

"After talking about the old, life and death will be separated."

Ning Huaiyuan laughed when he heard this, sat down in front of this Senior Brother Yue, stretched out his hand, and a bottle of wine flew into his hand out of thin air when it was still three feet away from him, regardless of whether it was poisonous or not, he pulled out the cap of the bottle and drank three mouthfuls in his mouth.

"Up and down Mount Hua, I, Ning Huaiyuan, also admire you, Senior Brother Yue Pingshan, alone."

"But why did you have to travel thousands of miles to die?"