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After the Jin people invaded the north, they were influenced by the long-standing Han culture, and began to indulge in the romantic state of the Central Plains, and gradually ceased to be fierce when fishing and hunting in the white mountains and black waters. At this time, the capital of the Jin Kingdom has surpassed the old capital of the Song Kingdom, Bianliang and the new capital Lin'an, and has become the first prosperous place in the world. Walking on the streets of Zhongdu, I saw the Red Mansion Painting Pavilion, the embroidered Zhumen, the carved cars competing for station, and the horses galloping. High cabinet giant shop, full of strange goods and foreign objects; Tea shop wine shop, but see Chinese clothes beads. It's really full of flowers, and the drums are noisy; The golden green is shining, and Luo Qi is fragrant.

On a long street, there was a place where people were noisy and cheering. In the middle of a group of onlookers, a pennant was inserted in the open space, with red flowers on a white background, embroidered with the four golden words of "competition to recruit relatives", and the two of them were fighting with their fists and feet. One of the two sides is a girl in red, just at a young age, jade and pavilion, although her face is dusty, her eyes are bright and her teeth are bright, and her face is good; The other is a young man wearing only a middle coat of lake green satin, with a green sweat towel tied around his waist, his face is like a crown of jade, and his lips are like dandan. Under the pennant, a red tasseled iron gun is inserted on the left side, and two iron halberds are inserted on the right side, and a middle-aged man stands in the middle of the halberd. This man had a thick waist and broad shoulders, and was very burly, but his back was slightly hunched, his temples were gray, his face was full of wrinkles, and his expression was very sad. In the crowd, there was another tall and broad-shouldered young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes, his mouth wide open, and he was happy to see it. This young man's lower plate is extremely steady, standing like a mountain in the crowd, no matter how crowded the people around him are, his body has never shaken for half a minute. On the corner of the street not far from the crowd, there was also a ragged and dirty little flower probing his brain. He didn't care about the men and women competing in the field, just looked at the stout young man in the crowd, and his pair of black eyes turned around, looking very beautiful.

Meng Xunzhen stood in front of the window on the second floor of a restaurant on the side of the street, looking down at the scene below, and felt a little emotional in his heart. As if there is an invisible big hand playing behind his back, Guo Jing, Huang Rong, Yang Kang, and Mu Nianci, two pairs of men and women who are entangled in grievances and loves, still intersect according to the original trajectory after all.

The things that happened later were exactly the same as those in Meng Xunzhen's memory, Yang Kang won the competition, snatched Mu Nianci's embroidered shoes and laughed lightly, Yang Tiexin's theory could not be made to attack Yang Kang, Yang Kang, a vicious and ruthless boy, was the "Nine Yin White Bone Claw" as soon as he made a move, and he was about to hurt his biological father under the claws.

"Yikes!" Then it was Yang Kang who screamed miserably, it turned out that when his ten fingers were about to be inserted into the backs of Yang Tiexin's hands, two bamboo chopsticks flew from the sky and shot the "Quchi Point" on his arms. After the acupuncture point was restrained, Yang Kang's arms immediately hung down softly, but Yang Tiexin's attack was not affected in the slightest, and his palms "Wei Hu Holding Pestle Style" slashed his cheeks. Yang Tiexin has been practicing martial arts since he was a child, and he has great strength in his hands, but this time he shot with anger, and he used all his strength. Hearing the crisp sound of "pop", Yang Kang's fair and smooth little face immediately swelled sharply first red and then purple, and in an instant, it was somewhat similar to the pig's head in the deli shop. It was also Yang Tie's heart that did not understand the internal strength, and the strength of these two palms stopped at the surface, so that he did not knock out his full mouth of teeth.

"Little Prince!" There were a few exclamations from the crowd, and three figures flew out, protecting Yang Kang at the core in a triangle. These three people have a peculiar appearance: one is a Tibetan monk wearing a big red robe, extremely burly, standing a head and a half taller than everyone around him; the other was of medium stature, with a head as white as silver, but his face was smooth and without a trace of wrinkles, like a child, he was really childish, and his face was radiant, and he wore a kudzu robe, and he was dressed in an unconventional manner; The third is five short figures, full of red silk, but his eyes are like electricity, and his upper lip is short and upturned.

Yang Tiexin is used to running the rivers and lakes, and when he saw the methods of these three people, he knew that he was definitely not an opponent. He took a few steps back with a wary face, and pulled out the iron spear on the ground with his backhand and placed it in front of him, protecting his daughter behind him with a sad and ashamed face.

"Where are the rats hurting people with arrows? If you have the guts, get out of the son! "Yang Kang has been fed by his cheap old man Wanyan Honglie as a golden branch and jade leaf since he was a child, how can he have suffered so much. A vicious cold light shot out of his eyes, and he glanced around, and the onlookers were swept by his gaze, and all of them felt a chill on their bodies.

"Hey, hey! What a majesty! It's so sinister! A voice came from behind the crowd.

Seeing Yang Kang's gaze following the voice, the people here hurriedly dodged to both sides, revealing the person who spoke behind.

Meng Xunzhen walked in slowly from the passage where people got out of the way, and it was naturally him who rescued Yang Tiexin just now.

"Big brother!" Guo Jing in the crowd saw Meng Xunzhen, squeezed out with great joy, and walked quickly to him.

"Second brother!" Meng Xunzhen called out with a smile, and suddenly struck Guo Jing on the shoulder with a palm.

With Guo Jing's sluggish brain, he naturally couldn't imagine why his righteous brother attacked him as soon as they met. But his body reacted instinctively. The shoulders sank and shrugged, not only eliminating Meng Xunzhen's palm power, but also counterattacking with a strong force.

With a soft sound of "Peng", Guo Jing took three steps back, and Meng Xunzhen's palm was also bounced up half a foot. After he closed his palm, he said in surprise and joy: "Good boy, in less than two years, he has actually practiced kung fu to the fourth level!" ”

Only then did Guo Jing understand that his brother was trying his kung fu, and he touched his head and smiled.

Meng Xunzhen said: "My brother has to deal with some affairs, and our brother will talk about the old later." When he turned around, his face was suddenly covered with a layer of severe frost, and he walked up to Yang Kang and said coldly: "You are Wanyan Kang?" ”

Yang Kang was ruthless in his heart, and made up his mind that he would not let go of the sneak attacker or Yang Tiexin who injured him, and he would definitely let them survive and not die, so that he could relieve the hatred in his heart a little. But when he met Meng Xunzhen, his eyes made contact with his cold eyes, and he immediately felt as if a basin of ice water was poured on his head, and the anger and resentment he was full of dissipated in an instant, and all that was left was trembling and fear.

Meng Xunzhen saw Yang Kang shrinking behind the red-clothed Tibetan monk, and took a step forward and shouted: "Wanyan Kang, I have something to ask you, come here!" ”

The three people around Yang Kang are the masters "Ginseng Immortal Old Monster" Liang Ziweng, "Thousand Hands Slaughter" Peng Lianhu and Lingzhi Venerable Master, although they can see from Meng Xunzhen's pace and bearing that they are not good, but when they see that he only cares about asking Yang Kang, he doesn't look at the three of them, and they are all furious in their hearts. The Venerable Master of Wisdom at the time shouted, "Where did the madman come from, how dare he be rude to the little prince! Before he finished speaking, his right palm struck at Meng Xunzhen's face, and his palm was as red as blood, which was the vicious poisonous sand palm kung fu.

Meng Xunzhen leaned slightly sideways to let go of the Lingzhi Master's palm, and reached out with his right hand to grab a piece of fat on the back of his neck.

Here, however, the Master of Wisdom was restrained by one move, and his hands and siblings were powerless.

Meng Xunzhen snorted: "The goods of the lackeys and minions are not worthy of doing it with me, get out!" With a flick of his hand, the Venerable Master's huge body flew out six or seven feet away and smashed on a stall selling wontons on the side of the road.

Immediately, I saw the dishes flying around, the soup splashing everywhere, and the great red monk's robe, which was of the highest quality, was immediately a mess. Finally, he had both internal and external skills, so he was not seriously injured by the hot noodle soup in the pot.

Liang Ziweng and Peng Lianhu were both shocked and frightened. They had all seen the Venerable Master's martial arts, and they all thought that they were at most comparable to him. In the hands of this young man who seemed to be no more than twenty-four or five, and his appearance was not amazing, the Master of Spiritual Wisdom, who had cultivated a secret and profound martial arts, was like a naïve naughty child, and there was no room to fight back.

In fact, they overestimated Meng Xunzhen's martial arts, if they fought under normal circumstances, although Meng Xunzhen could defeat the Lingzhi Master, it would be after twenty or thirty moves. The reason why he was able to succeed in one blow was because he knew from the original book that the back of the neck was the flaw in the whole body of the Venerable Master's martial arts.

"My surname is Meng, you should have heard your master talk about me?" Meng Xunzhen walked in front of Yang Kang, and a momentum firmly locked him, as if he would kill him in the palm of his hand if he didn't say a word.

Yang Kang was finally scheming, his eyes rolled, a look of surprise appeared on his face, he bowed down in front of Meng Xunzhen, and said respectfully: "It turned out to be Meng Xunzhen's Uncle Meng in person, the disciple didn't know, so there was a lot of negligence!" ”

Liang Ziweng, Peng Lianhu, and the Lingzhi Venerable Master who rushed back angrily to fight Meng Xunzhen were all shocked, and they didn't expect that the young man in front of them was Meng Xunzhen, a master of the Quanzhen Sect and "Sword Immortal" who had recently become famous in the martial arts.

After leaving Xiangyang, Meng Xunzhen returned to Zhongnanshan for a year, and then rode a double eagle to walk the rivers and lakes, and in the past year, he has killed countless martial arts scum who have done evil, green forest bandits who have killed people and robbed money, and corrupt officials and bullies who oppressed the good, and used these people to temper their swordsmanship. Gradually, the fame of Meng Xunzhen became bigger and bigger, because his swordsmanship was superb, and he could take advantage of the carving and resist the wind, like an immortal, and those who did good things saw it, so they gave him the nickname of "Sword Immortal".

Meng Xunzhen didn't teach Yang Kang to get up, and asked lightly: "Since you have entered my Quanzhen Sect, you should have learned the ten commandments of the door rules, and tell me what the fourth and seventh articles are?" ”

Yang Kang's vest oozed a layer of cold sweat, and he replied: "The fourth is 'humble and retreating, don't bully the weak', and the sixth is 'hold the body upright, don't be light and lewd'." ”

"What if you violate this rule?" Meng Xunzhen's voice was even colder.

Yang Kang's originally swollen purple face immediately changed miserably, and he said in a trembling voice: "If you abolish martial arts, you will be expelled from the door wall; The most important thing is ...... Execute. He did hear from the master about Meng Xunzhen, and knew that this little uncle not only had outstanding martial arts, but also made a good reputation in the rivers and lakes in recent years. Later, he was appointed as a law enforcement elder by Ma Yu, the head of the Quanzhen Sect, responsible for supervising the Quanzhen disciples walking on the rivers and lakes. I bumped into his hand this time, which can be said to be extremely unlucky.

Meng Xunzhen sneered: "In that case, you should die without complaint!" With a backhand palm, he hit the top of Yang Kang's head. At this moment, he did have murderous intent, although Yang Kang's martial arts skills were not high, his scheming was really powerful, and the next few designs forced Guo Jing and Huang Rong into a desperate situation every time. In the original work, even the tragic death of his biological parents and Mu Nianci's tenderness failed to make this cold-hearted, greedy and wealthy boy change his ways, and Meng Xunzhen didn't think he had the ability to change him. Rather than keeping him to cause trouble for himself, it is better to take precautions and draw wages from the bottom of the kettle.

"Little junior brother has mercy!" There was an exclamation from the side, and a gray diagonal thorn flew out, and a strange-shaped blade flew out of his hand to wrap around Meng Xunzhen's wrist.

Although Meng Xunzhen heard the human voice, his mind had been decided, and the trend of the fall of his palm remained unchanged at all. With a "bang", the weapon wrapped around the wrist was broken in two. Meng Xunzhen's palm only stopped for a moment before continuing to shoot down.

This short moment of vitality was accurately grasped by Yang Kang, and he rolled out on the spot with his head in his hands.

Meng Xunzhen hit the air, and his strength came out through his palm, hitting the ground in the air. With a bang, the dust flew, and the ground collapsed into a pit a foot deep, and everyone in the audience saw that Meng Xunzhen's palm was so powerful, and they all turned pale.

Liang Ziweng and the other three stepped forward to protect Yang Kang, who was not possessed by his soul, behind him, and a middle-aged Taoist priest in a gray sermon robe also stopped in front of Meng Xunzhen.

Meng Xunzhen looked at Wang Chuyi, the son of Yuyang, who was holding a dust brush with only a wooden handle left in front of him, and his face was slightly uncertain, and he felt a little helpless in his heart, it seemed that Yang Kang's kid should not be killed, and Senior Brother Wang, who was supposed to save Guo Jing, turned to save him.