At the end of March, Luoyang City is still cold in spring, and at noon time, people come and go in the Tongfu Tavern in the east of the city, which is quite lively.

Many people in the rivers and lakes like to go to taverns, mainly because this place is well-informed, and they can learn a lot of things from the mouths of people who come and go from the south to the north.

Zhao Kong, who had just arrived in Luoyang for a few days, also walked into this famous Tongfu Tavern, and was greeted by the shopkeeper to a table by the window and sat down, and asked respectfully.

"Guest officer, the Biguang wine in our tavern is a must in Luoyang, but do you want a pot?"

Most of the people who can be the shopkeeper have good eyesight, although Zhao Kong is stout because of the blood potion, but no matter the clothes or temperament, it is by no means comparable to ordinary people in the rivers and lakes.

Therefore, the shopkeeper's attitude towards Zhao Kong was quite respectful, and as soon as he opened his mouth, he was also the best blue wine in the store, and he was not afraid that he would not be able to afford it.

"Okay, let's serve a pot, and a few more specialty dishes, so that the cook can cook faster."

Zhao Kong said casually, and at the same time took out a piece of broken silver and threw it to the shopkeeper.

"Yo, thank you, please wait, the wine and food will be there soon."

The shopkeeper picked up the silver neatly, bowed with a smile on his face, and then trotted all the way to the back kitchen.

Zhao Kong smiled and looked out the window, looking at the pedestrians on the street while listening to the bragging and gossip of the people in the tavern.

He didn't need to learn about current events in this way, but he enjoyed the atmosphere, a very different environment from modern society and different from the layered environment of the Shenzhou Boundary.

Especially recently, Zhao Kong has been adjusting his mentality, and he likes this kind of crowded place very much.

On the night he sneaked into Murong's house more than half a month ago, Zhao Kong, whose murderous intent was accidentally stimulated, did not kill the Murong family with his own hands.

However, the spell was cast to transform the confusion qi in the confusion enchantment into a paralyzing gas that made people sleep, which permeated the entire Shenhe Village and fascinated all the people of the Murong clan.

Then he sent a signal to let the dozens of gangsters who were hiding several miles away and waiting for him on the ship board the swallow dock together and slaughtered the Murong family, who had no power to resist.

More than 60 clansmen, including Murong An, all died overnight.

But when he calmed down afterwards, Zhao Kong couldn't tell what it was like.

He even suspected that the hidden danger left by the soul fusion at the beginning would lead him to schizophrenia, and now the murderous intent and kindness are quietly growing, as if they are placed at both ends of the scale.

Usually, I can maintain a balanced state where people don't offend me and I don't offend people, but once I am stimulated, I will burst out with irrepressible killing intent.

But Zhao Kong is a person who grew up in modern society after all, and his ability to accept such a thing as slaughter is even inferior to those ordinary gangsters on the island.

Looking at the corpses lying in a pool of blood, and the people who were happy to loot Shenhezhuang by the way, Zhao Kong's heart was complicated and incomprehensible, and he was even a little overwhelmed.

These people from the Murong family didn't want to kill him like the six Kou of the East China Sea.

The fundamental reason why the spy was killed was that he was fighting back Shi Shuige's idea.

Because of this, he slaughtered the Murong clan, and it felt too much to think about it when he calmed down.

But what else can I do if something has happened, Zhao Kong is not pedantic enough to play any apologies, but continues to organize the helpers, and hunt and kill the people who Murong is hiding outside from Murong An's mouth one by one.

At most, he left a few children who had not yet remembered, changed their names and surnames to arrange new identities, and sent them to the institution that cultivated the young gangs in the gang, which could be regarded as leaving some blood for the Murong family.

Although there are some risks in doing so, Zhao Kong is not worried that it will get out of control.

Even if those children know their true identities in the future, they have no hope of posing a threat to Zhao Kong, let alone becoming a tragedy like Xiongba.

Compared with the hidden danger of cutting the grass and not eradicating the roots, violating the true heart and doing evil without a bottom line will become a big trouble on the road of cultivation!

Just as Zhao Kong was holding the wine glass and his eyes were in a trance, about twenty strong men rushed into the hall of the tavern with swords in hand, and the three young Taoist priests who surrounded him shouted loudly.

"The bull nose of the Quanzhen Sect, you still want to run away after killing our Yellow River Gang?"

The three Taoist priests had already drawn their swords in their hands, and shouted fearlessly: "You Yellow River Gang oppresses goodness, in order to curry favor with that dog official, you actually want to slaughter the village, how can my true disciple sit idly by!" ”

Zhao Kong didn't want to meddle in things, but after listening to these Taoist priests, he thought of the slaughter of Shenhezhuang some time ago, and he felt a little uncomfortable in his heart.

The Yellow River Gang and the Quanzhen Sect Taoist priests argued with each other a few more words, and the three Taoist priests were quite restrained in their words, but they just argued loudly.

And the Yellow River Gang is basically a part-time worker and half bandit, and they are already scolding and scolding when they speak, and they find that they can't be reasonable and Taoist priests, so they directly greet each other's relatives.

Especially when it comes to Quanzhen teaching Ma Yu, his wife before becoming a monk is quiet and scattered, and the foul language even affected Wang Chongyang's body.

The three angry Taoist priests directly drank together, and stabbed at the person who was scolding hesitantly.

Seeing that the two sides were really fighting, most of the diners who were still watching the excitement in the hall hurriedly ran out of the door, and a few left the silver taels, most of which happened to rely on the money for a meal.

There are only two tables of people who are bold and dare to stay in the tavern to watch the play like Zhao Kong.

Although the three Taoist priests are all three generations of disciples of the Quanzhen Sect, they have a solid foundation in kung fu, and their cultivation has reached a second-rate level, and they do not lack combat experience when they have walked the rivers and lakes for a long time.

In addition, the Quanzhen Sect's practice is much stronger than that of the Yellow River Gang, although it has fallen into the disadvantage with less against more, but relying on the tacit understanding between the brothers and sisters, the people of the Yellow River Gang who fought have repeatedly retreated.

The Taoist priests wanted to rush out of the tavern, and the people of the Yellow River Gang also wanted to take down each other as soon as possible.

As the anger rose, both sides no longer kept their hands, and all kinds of killing moves were repeatedly used, and the other two tables present were applauded.

But in Zhao Kong's eyes, it was still a battle of rookies pecking each other, and after watching it for a while, he lost interest, threw some broken silver on the table, and prepared to get up and leave.

But at this moment, thirty or forty beggar disciples crowded into the hall.

Under the leadership of the shopkeeper of this tavern, the people inside were surrounded in a menacing manner.

The disciples of the Quanzhen Sect and the Yellow River Gang, who were originally fighting, could only stop fighting and turn their blades to confront these disciples of the Beggar Gang who suddenly arrived.

Including Zhao Kong, who had already gotten up, was also pointed at by the three beggar disciples with bamboo sticks.

"If you dare to make trouble in our beggar gang's industry, even the Quanzhen Sect and the Yellow River Gang have to give an explanation!" Although the leader of the eight bags is old, he shouted loudly, judging by his clothes, he should be a member of the Pure Clothes Sect.

For more than 100 years, Luoyang had been the helmsman of the beggar gang, until the Jin State conquered the Northern Song Dynasty and Luoyang City fell into the hands of the Jurchens, and the beggar gang had to move the helm to the south.

But even if Luoyang City is no longer the helm, this city in the middle of the world is still the core stronghold of the beggar gang in the territory of Jinguo.

A nine-bag elder of the Pure Clothes Sect has been sitting in Luoyang for a long time, and has set up many industries in the city, and there are also a large number of elite disciples of the beggar gang in the city, relying on these industries to make a living.

The reason for this situation is because Hong Qigong doesn't ask about things all year round.

The contradiction between the clean clothes faction and the dirty clothing faction is getting bigger and bigger, and the two parties are unwilling to stay together for a long time, so they are inseparable from it, so they simply reduce friction between the south and the north.

Therefore, Luoyang City has become the invisible rudder of the Pure Clothes Sect to a certain extent, and the power of the beggar gang in Luoyang is also very great.

It's just that this can't scare the people of the Quanzhen Sect and the Yellow River Gang.

The Quanzhen Sect is the largest sect in the contemporary world, even if there is one less top master who suppresses the world, but the seven sons of Quanzhen form the Tiangang Beidou Array, and they are not afraid of the innate powerhouse.

Although the Yellow River Gang does not have such a great momentum as the Quanzhen Sect, during this time period, Sha Tongtian and Hou Tonghai's masters, the ancestor of the Yellow River Gang's previous generation, have not died.

That Yellow River Ancestor is not a pair of parallel goods in the Xiaoao period, but a real innate powerhouse, but he is nearly ninety years old, and he fought hard in his early years, leaving a lot of secret wounds, and now he is old and bursts out, causing his combat power to disappear from the past.

But even so, having a congenital powerhouse in charge also made the Yellow River Gang full of confidence.

"Brothers, kill me with me!"

The strong man who took the lead in the Yellow River Gang saw that the other party was outnumbered, so he raised the long knife in his hand and shouted loudly to the gangs around him, without the idea of giving face to the beggars.

This person is Shen Tongchuan, a disciple of the Yellow River Ancestor, although his strength is not as good as Sha Tongtian and Hou Tonghai, but he is also a second-rate mid-range, so he naturally does not take the old man of the beggar gang seriously.

As Shen Tongchuan's voice fell, the gangs of the Yellow River Gang rushed to kill the beggar disciples around them, and the situation that had been calm down instantly became even more chaotic.

"Get out? The territory of our beggar gang is where you can come and go as you want? ”

Seeing that the Yellow River Gang was so faceless, the eight bags of elders of the beggar gang immediately pointed out the bamboo stick and struck at Shen Tongchuan's chest.