After walking more than ten miles, Zhang Xuanmeng's heart was beating to himself, and his hands and feet were sore. While walking, I thought, when the Taoist of Xuanji asked me to grow up in college and become a martial artist, punish evil and promote good, help the needy, and do chivalrous justice, I don't know if I did it right, whether this is to punish evil and promote good, and do chivalrous righteousness.

But then again, if I don't kill the rich man's family, after I leave, how can they spare the woman's family, wouldn't this be doing good instead of doing evil, and the Taoist Master will definitely think that I have done the right thing.

Although he tried everything to help himself, he was finally uneasy, and after walking a few miles, he found a place to lie down and rest to calm his mind. I lay straight for more than an hour, still thinking about the murder just now.

Just as he was thinking about it from the center, he suddenly heard the footsteps of several people approaching. I only heard one person sing Lotus Luo Dao: "This uncle is good, reward and call Hua a few mouthfuls of rice to eat, this uncle is good, reward and call Hua a few mouthfuls of rice to eat." ”

He wondered why there was a request for rice here, so he stood up. I saw a few people called incarnations with broken bags on their backs, standing around them, knocking on the ground with dog-beating sticks in their hands, and looking at him.

Zhang Xuanmeng's heart was wide, he was a member of the beggar gang, and he took out a piece of broken silver from the rich man Zheng from his arms and handed it to the leader of the group.

The man was fifty or sixty years old, and he was carrying six cloth bags, two more than the others. The man stretched out his hand to take the silver, put it in the broken belt, and said with a beating stick: "This uncle, only this is the reward, how can we use it for a few brothers, and reward a little more?"

Zhang Xuanmeng was stunned, how could the brothers under the Ruan gang leader actually bargain with others, and touched two pieces of broken silver for him. Who knew that the old beggar waved his hand and said: "This uncle, I heard that you are very skilled, and you don't want any silver, so you can reward the old man and turn it into a palm." As he spoke, he threw the dog beating stick to a beggar behind him, his legs bent slightly, and he took a false step and set up a portal.

Zhang Xuanmeng has very little experience, and he doesn't understand what his words mean, and when he saw his posture, he was stunned, and waved his hand again and again: "This senior, we have never met, I don't know what to offend, please see me." ”

The old beggar raised his eyebrows and said, "You Shura thief, stop pretending. Didn't you kill Wang Jialie's nephew with one palm, come, come and take a look at the old man. ”

Zhang Xuanmengqi said: "Senior, you recognize the wrong person, right? When did I beat a person named Wang Jialie? I am not from the cult of the Shura Sect, please find out." ”

The old beggar said, "Joke, how could I admit my mistake." Let me ask you, has this white ape been carrying it with you all the time?" Zhang Xuanmeng said: "Yes, so what?"

The old beggar said, "That's it." Let me ask you again, did you fight with a man seven days ago, and slapped one of them so that he was killed on the spot?"

Zhang Xuanmeng exclaimed: "Killed on the spot?". The old beggar said angrily: "Good boy, what kind of garlic are you pretending?"

Zhang Xuanmeng then understood that it was when he first came out of the valley, when he waved his palm indiscriminately, forced a person away, and fled for his life, could it be that the person was fatal because of this, and said in a panic: "Senior, you said that person, that person died on the spot?"

The old beggar was even more furious and scolded: "Stinky boy, you still pretend to be confused for me, and ridicule the old man." Come, come and slap me, and see if I can't stand it?"

Zhang Xuanmeng leaned back, and he didn't see his upper body swaying, he had retreated to a zhang away, and the old beggar's palm fell short.

Zhang Xuanmeng shouted again: "Senior, that's a misunderstanding, they recognized the wrong person, I am not from the Shura Sect, I didn't expect that the palm would be so heavy, and I actually killed that big brother." Old-timers, there is something to discuss, don't do it. ”

The old beggar saw that his upper body did not move, and retreated more than a zhang, as fast as lightning, this light skill had never been seen, and he was even more surprised, and scolded: "Stinky boy, at this time, I will still come to ridicule Lao Tzu, come, Lao Tzu will fight with you." He stepped forward and waved his palm.

On that day, two disciples of the beggar gang and three lay disciples of Shaolin wanted to go to the beggar gang to do errands, and met Zhang Xuanmeng on the way, and saw that he was wearing a Shura uniform, thinking that he was a member of the Shura sect, so he stepped forward to attack him in order to take the opportunity to get rid of him.

In recent years, although there has been no major conflict between the Shura Sect and the Orthodox sects, the friction has been constant, and it has become the same situation. Wang Jialie and several people saw the rare opportunity, so they rushed up. Who knew that Zhang Xuanmeng didn't know martial arts, but his internal strength was powerful, and under the crisis, he slapped out a palm, and the palm force hit his chest, killing him. Zhang Xuanmeng also disappeared.

Those people saw that his martial arts were powerful, and they didn't dare to chase after him, even if they couldn't catch up, they carried Wang Jialie's corpse, found the beggar gang, and saw this old beggar.

The old beggar carefully examined the wounds, and saw that this palm skill was extremely profound, even if he was a helper, he didn't have such skills, thinking that it was done by the Shura sect master. Under careful questioning, it turned out to be a young man, and he was even more shocked, there was such a master in the Shura Sect, and it was worth it. So he notified the beggar gang to contact the various factions overnight, chased and intercepted him along the way, and must be removed while he was alone. He met up with the three Dao Masters of the Taishan Sect and chased them all the way.

Zhang Xuanmeng was a big ape, and it was very easy to inquire along the way, and he followed him all the way. Coincidentally, not long after Zhang Xuanmeng killed people and set fire to them, they also rushed to this town, and when they saw the dead, they asked someone to inquire and hurried over.

He had already learned from those people that Zhang Xuanmeng had made great achievements, so he let three good men of the Taishan faction ambush in front of him to prevent him from escaping, and he took a few disciples to try Zhang Xuanmeng's skills first.

But said that Zhang Xuanmeng saw him slap after palm, although he could see the way of the palm clearly, but he had not practiced one and a half moves, and he didn't know how to dodge, so he had to retreat step by step.

The big white ape squeaked urgently, and Kerr flew around in the air.

Seeing that the old beggar pushed with another palm, the posture seemed to be the same as the first palm, Zhang Xuanmeng had an idea, so he followed his example and pushed over his palm, but he didn't dare to use the force of the palm.

When the old beggar saw him retreating step by step, he thought he was going to retreat, but he didn't expect him to suddenly push with a palm, and it was too late to hide, so he used ten percent of his palm strength to catch up. Hearing only a bang, the old beggar took a few steps back and sat on the ground with his buttocks, a trace of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

Zhang Xuanmeng inadvertently injured him again, grabbed a step, and wanted to help. How could those disciples understand his intentions, they came out with their sticks and palms, and attacked him, shouting at the same time: "Three Dao Masters come quickly, the thieves are powerful." ”

These people are no longer comparable to Wang Jialie and the others that day, Zhang Xuanmeng screamed, and snatched it sideways from a beggar, with a palm and a stick on his body. His whole body is really circulating, naturally protecting his body, and there is no sharp blade, although the two bangs are loud, but there is no big problem, but the two beggars are shocked to the whole body is sore, and the blood is surging.

Zhang Xuanmeng had just run a few steps when he met three Taoist priests with long swords hanging on their waists and stopped him. I only heard the voice of the old beggar from behind: "Three Taoist leaders, don't fight hard, don't palm him down, use your sword quickly." ”