Leaving Yizhuang, Wang Xu went all the way south and left the small county town that he had been wandering for three days.

It is said that 800 miles to the south, there is a Farnan Temple, the temple presides over the Wufeng Zen Master to cultivate to a high level, and drives out the bandits within a radius of hundreds of miles.

Don't underestimate these hundreds of miles of tranquility, now that the Daning Dynasty is in power, the upper-level dynasty is corrupt, the middle-level squires are preying on the common people, and the lower-level bandits are rampant.

Coupled with the demons dancing wildly and the ghosts running rampant, the Daning Dynasty is now stormy, and it is not easy to find a quiet paradise.

What Wang Xu has heard the most in the past few days is the story of Wufeng Zen Master and Wu Huiyou, who held the tablet with one palm.

If the people of the rivers and lakes did not exaggerate, they really held up a giant stone tablet seven or eight meters high with one palm, and the strength of Wufeng Zen Master was at least a great master.

"Let's take a look, the ancestral big knife, a knife is a head, vomiting blood and selling it cheaply, only ten taels of silver!"

"Is there such a god?"

"Of course I have, I don't believe you lent me your head, let me cut it off."

Walking in the small town under the Honan Temple, there are three types of shops on both sides of the road.

Restaurant, blacksmith shop, coffin shop.

Wang Xu walked all the way, and he saw no less than ten vendettas in the rivers and lakes, and he could encounter an average of one in a hundred miles.

The big knife is raised, the head is flying, in this bloody and bloody rivers and lakes, you can imagine how good the business of the coffin shop and the blacksmith shop is.

Of course, not every battle has to kill people, in fact, everyone comes out to break into the rivers and lakes, not enemies meet and rarely make a dead hand.

In comparison, it's like two gangsters fighting in arms, pulling their respective people out and putting on a show, the side with fewer people gets out of the way by itself, and the one who can't talk about it slashes the other party's head with a big knife.

"Who stole my wallet, wasn't it you?"

A group of people in front of them, walking and walking, suddenly exploded the nest.

A bare-chested knight with a big knife on his back grabbed the arm of a thin man, and the big knife behind his back was pulled out.

"Damn, you wronged me!" Not to be outdone, the thin man drew his short sword from his waist and confronted the big man with his eyes open.

As a result, there was a confrontation, hula, and six or seven people came out of the thin man's side.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Dahan took back the big knife with a weak heart, nodded and said, "I'm sorry, I recognized the wrong person." ”

"Next time we have a bright spot, let's go!" The thin man withdrew his short sword and walked away with the man in a show of strength.

Wang Xu shook his head silently, the world is declining, the people's hearts are not ancient, and the surroundings of the Fanan Temple, which is known as the Paradise, are like this, let alone other places.

Along the way, he saw people fighting because of a resting pavilion and insufficient space.

I have also seen businessmen from other places who went out and leaked money and were intercepted and killed by masked thieves.

The government turned a blind eye to these vendettas, after all, in this troubled era, the prestige of the government has been greatly reduced, and many policies cannot be taken out of the county.

can live in the county seat, who will fight with the Jianghu people outside, everyone is out of sight and quiet, just guard their own one-acre and three-point land.

"Boy, look at your thief eyebrows, look around, my wallet must have been stolen by you!"

After walking forward for more than a dozen steps, the big man who was babbling before grabbed Wang Xu's shoulder.

Wang Xu frowned slightly, turned his right palm outward, and pushed it out with one palm without saying a word.

Boom!!

"Huh?"

Wang Xu raised his head slightly, and saw a little beggar with a gray face, standing in front of him and the strong man, and took one of his palms with both hands.

Looking at the little beggar whose face was slightly red and retreated again and again, Wang Xu smiled and said, "Not bad!" ”

The babbling strong man is just an ordinary person with a big knife and pretending to be an elephant, so Wang Xu's palm is not strong at all.

But even so, his palm is not something that can be resisted casually, the little beggar only took a few steps back with a hard palm, and his strength was at least at the end of the first class.

"Friend, that's an ordinary person, just teach a lesson, if you hit him now, you will be seriously injured if you don't die, but it's not in line with the morality of the rivers and lakes." The little beggar put his hands behind his back and said in an old-fashioned manner.

Wang Xu didn't care about whether he would beat the big man to death just now, but was a little interested in this little beggar.

With his eyesight, he could see through it at a glance, and the little beggar in front of him was a little girl who was only fifteen or sixteen years old.

The fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl has the strength of the first-class end, and she is about to catch up with Linghu Chong, who has just come down the mountain.

Wang Xu was very curious, which master trained this little beggar to train a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl into a first-class master, at least a knowledgeable and well-remembered grandmaster.

No, there aren't enough grandmasters.

Song Qingshu in the world of Heaven and Dragon Slayer, taught by Zhang Sanfeng and a group of teachers, and it took more than 20 years to enter the first-class realm.

The little girl in front of her was a first-class in her teens, and it was likely that standing behind her was a great grandmaster, or even a shattered-level master like him.

At the foot of the Fanan Temple, the most famous place is the Wufeng Zen Master, Wang Xu couldn't help but wonder what the relationship between this little girl and the Wufeng Zen Master is.

After all, the master is not a cabbage, rather than having another master teaching the little beggar behind his back, Wang Xu prefers that the little beggar is the apprentice of the Wufeng Zen Master.

"I came to see Wufeng Zen Master this time, but I didn't expect Wufeng Zen Master to see him, but I met someone who was suspected of being his disciple on the way. That's fine, compared to the famous Wufeng Zen Master, the little girl is undoubtedly easier to deceive, just ask about the rivers and lakes from her, and those masters on the rivers and lakes. ”

Wang Xu had a smile on his face and was about to speak, but the little beggar spoke first: "Get out, just this little bit of eyesight and go out to the rivers and lakes, this time it's for Aunt Rang...... Grandpa, I met you, and I don't know how you'll die next time. ”

My aunt's statement seems to be smooth, and the little beggar almost didn't change his words.

Looking at the little beggar who forcibly turned and suffocated his face red, Wang Xu became more and more sure that this was a fledgling who had just entered the rivers and lakes.

"Yes, yes, I'll get out." The strong man ran away in a panic and disappeared into the crowd with a puff of smoke.

Wang Xu retracted his gaze, pondered for a moment, and said: "My shot is neither light nor heavy, thanks to you stopping me, otherwise it would not have ended well." ”

"Where, saving someone's life is better than building a seventh-level floating slaughter, this is what the master told me." The little beggar is inexperienced, and if he comes over with an old bird, he will know that this is a prevarication.

Practicing martial arts, practicing is the control of the body, starting from the plum blossom pile that lays the foundation, is to teach people how to use force.

This is not a light or heavy shot, and it is clear that human life is not in the eyes.

"Thanks for the reminder, so how about I invite you to drink as a thank you?" Wang Xu has a lot to ask, what is better than drinking some wine, and it is convenient to ask at the wine table.

"Drinking?"

The little beggar hesitated, and the master wouldn't let her drink.

But looking at Wang Xu, who sincerely thanked himself and wanted to have a good time with him, the little beggar felt that he couldn't afford it, so he patted his chest and said: "No problem, we people in the rivers and lakes just want to drink wine in a big bowl and eat meat in a big piece, this is the rivers and lakes!" ”

Restaurants...

"Such a big bowl!"

Looking at the sea bowl the size of a small basin and smelling the pungent smell of wine, the little beggar swallowed his saliva.

She heard that she drank wine in a big bowl and ate meat in large chunks, what if she hadn't drunk at all.

I heard that it is uncomfortable to be drunk, and I will keep throwing up and vomiting, how disgusting it is.

"Big breasted brother, you walk the rivers and lakes, haven't you ever drunk a bar?"

"Of course... I've drunk it! ”

Hearing Wang Xu's words, the little beggar plucked up his courage and poured it into his mouth after holding his breath.

In ancient times, there was no distillation technology, and brewed liquor was used, and the concentration of alcohol was generally not high.

In the case of the champion red in front of you, the wine is light yellow, and it will be classified as rice wine now, and the alcohol content is generally in the tens of degrees.

Modern people like Wang Xu drink it like drinking low-alcohol wine, and for people in this world, nearly 20 degrees of champion red is already in the range of spirits.

After a few bites, the little beggar's face turned slightly red, all the way to the root of his ears.

Watching her swallow desperately, drinking as if she was drinking poison, Wang Xu couldn't help but smile.