In the capital, the gladiatorial competition is in full swing, and Cheng Luoluo occasionally goes to take a look, paying more attention to the movements of the Xishan faction and the Flying Sword Villa in Hexi.

Of course, she will also look at the mastery of the people who appeared in the various competitions recorded by the resident deacon, and the approximate origin.

"Deacon Wang, you are attentive. "Cheng Luoluo is still very satisfied with the deacons in the capital, and the work is very comprehensive.

Deacon Wang modestly clenched his fists: "It should be." ”

At this time, Cheng Luoluo's eyes froze, and he saw an inconspicuous name from a bunch of people's names and peerless entries used

"Wang Yong. Absolutely unlearned, frozen for thousands of miles?"

Cheng Luoluo's mind turned a thousand times, and he didn't seem to have heard of anyone other than the Mei clan practicing this kind of mastery, because it was the inheritance of the cold summer Ning Dongchi.

Deacon Wang was taken aback: "Miss, what's wrong?"

Cheng Luoluo pointed to the name and checked his details, in addition, who will he fight with next?

Wang Yong, whose original name is Mei Yong, after the main force of Yipintang was wiped out in Shandong Province, he hid in the countryside of Hedong like other disciples, and when he heard that the imperial forest army of the imperial court came to Hedong Road, he immediately fled incognito. It's not because of luck, it's because he's timid, even if he is a disciple of the core factions of Yipintang.

Wang Yong's choice is correct, there are capable people in the Imperial Forest Army, three under five divided by two, those former fellow disciples, or the disciples of Yipintang are dead and scattered. Fortunately, he left early, and there were still some entanglements that could leave the country.

The surname Mei can no longer be used, so he survived with Wang Yong's name, and he is a peerless student, and he can get it in the world.

But he can't use this mastery casually, he can only use a branch of the mastery similar to the Shui Qing Jue and the Dinghai Jue, and he is afraid that his identity will be exposed. Over the years, he has traveled from south to north, and occasionally, he has robbed homes and houses, becoming a real Jianghu casual cultivator.

But the life of the casual cultivators, it seems, is not very easy. At first, they could help people protect the caravan, but Hexi was a monopoly of three sects and two roads to take the North Plains and one way to the waterway, and they did not recruit outsiders at all. Shandong Province and Hedong Province are also in the Dasheng combined transport team, they have low charging standards, and the people are both dart masters and people, and they are very experienced.

What's more, no one dares to intercept them, because the bosses behind them are Zhan Qili and Ma Dabao, and it goes without saying who is behind the scenes.

If the dart master can't do it, let's rob the house instead! But who can rob the common people? If they rob some food and drink, even if they sell it, they can't afford to buy a bottle of concentrated spiritual liquid.

Wang Yong felt that he was uneducated, but he couldn't go a few steps in the world. However, what happened next was the news that there were ruins in the fertile soil of Hedong. Three or five dart masters who used to know each other are discussing finding a job in the past, or which one to devote themselves to to be a disciple, it is better than being wandering in the rivers and lakes and even having a full meal.

Just when they decided on the fertile ground to drive to Hedong Road, they heard a piece of news that made them tremble.

Overnight, three or four thousand scattered cultivators who had been assembled were slaughtered by Wang Rui overnight, and even those who were alive were said to have gone insane and insane.

"How is that possible? Wang Rui only has a few hundred elite Northern Plains cavalry. ”

At that time, the name of the Demon Dragoon had not yet spread, and even if the Demon Dragoons were standing in front of them wearing dragon armor, they couldn't tell the difference between the dragon armor and the black armor of the inner guard. They said that a few hundred cavalry annihilated three or four thousand scattered cultivators, and they didn't believe it at all.

However, the next day, when they actually passed, they watched from afar as the rows of corpses were carried to the riverbed and thrown into the ruins, and the tragic situation made everyone look colorless, and the timid ones were even more wet with their pants. No one would laugh at him, because everyone else was pretty much the same.

This road is blocked, and there is no choice but to come to the capital.

What is there in the capital? As a bodyguard, as a guard, and eventually, he came into contact with the gladiatorial arena. Looking at the titles and knighthoods obtained by the ten of each rank in the second gladiatorial arena, it was a burst of eye heat, and this was the best opportunity.

Wang Yong settled down in the capital, relying on the care of the family and the nursing home to mix a mouthful of food, just waiting for the gladiatorial competition, his rank, now stuck at the peak of the fifth order, he hopes to make a name for himself in the gladiatorial competition, even if he enters the top fifty, there will definitely be someone to recruit, when the time comes, he will not worry about food and clothing, and the beauty is like a cloud, that is the life he wants.

Cheng Luoluo didn't have to do anything, he found out the details of Wang Yong, since Wu Shudao seems to be at odds with Zhou Zhe, so why not use Wang Yong to test and expose Zhou Zhe's true face?

On this day, Wu Shudao, as usual, ran a small medical hall, and the unhappiness of the previous days had long been forgotten by him. After all, when he goes home every day and looks at Xiaowei'er and his son, he is satisfied.

Just when he was in a daze when no one was around, a group of people came to the door, carrying stretchers.

Wu Shudao has countless doctors in the medical hall, and when he looks at it, he knows that the person who came was scratched by a sharp weapon, and several people who carried him over were also dressed as martial artists.

"Open your mouth and bite it. Wu Shudao bit the wooden stick on the wounded, then dismantled his clothes and prepared to apply medicine to bandage the wound.

At this moment, a casual cultivator stopped Wu Shudao and said, "Can you not cut off your clothes?" ”

Wu Shudao frowned, the commoner said this, maybe he believed it, but in front of him was a group of casual cultivators! No matter how you say it, there is no shortage of money to buy a set of clothes, after all, it is a casual cultivation during the day, and you can rob the road part-time at night.

"Let him cut it. It is important to heal the wound. Wang Yong said weakly.

Several other people had first-class acting skills, and they half-knelt and said bitterly: "Big brother, if it weren't for the executioner, why wouldn't it be like this." You are a peerless student, but you dare not show it in the gladiatorial arena, this is forcing us to die!"

Wang Yong sighed: "Don't mention it, don't mention it!"

Wu Shudao was not surprised, and while cutting his clothes, he said with medicine: "The gladiatorial arena is a place that hurts people's lives, and there are no less than 100 people who come to me every year. I haven't heard of anyone who doesn't dare to show his mastery in the gladiatorial arena. ”

Several people looked at each other and said, "My eldest brother is." ”

"Shut up. Wang Yun took away the wooden stick with one hand and immediately stopped it, and the wound burst again, and blood splashed Wu Shudao.

Wu Shudao shook his head, and continued to patiently wipe the bloodstains, while taking hemostatic medicine: "Okay! Lie quietly and don't break the wound again. ”

After the wound was bandaged not long after, Wang Yong sighed: "I can't imagine that I have a sage and a mastery, but I ended up in such a situation, executioner, I went to hell, and I also remember you." ”

Wu Shudao shook his head helplessly, but he couldn't help but wonder: "Which sage? And you said that the executioner looked like he was gritting his teeth, who was that person?"

Wang Yong sighed again: "Alas, you have a small medical hall hanging pot, and it doesn't hurt to tell you." My peerless sage is an ancient demon spirit guard, but unfortunately, I offended the executioner, and in this life, I am afraid that there will be no future. I was too careful before. ”

"Executioner, who is that person?" Wu Shudao was to comfort the patients, and it might be better to chat with them more.

Wang Yong shook his head: "The capital is his territory, no, Dasheng is the capital." If you don't mention it, knowing more won't do you any good. Do a good job of being an ordinary person, a spiritual cultivator, you can't get involved, and if you do, you can't solve it. ”

His words were like a disappointment at the darkness of the whole world.

The hot-blooded man next to him exclaimed angrily: "What can he do, can't we even say it?" It is Zhou Zhe, the deputy commander of the internal guard, what can he endure me? Shandong, he killed tens of thousands of people, and he killed countless people in Hexi, we didn't see them, but in Hedong, we saw thousands of corpses being carried into the big array for sacrifice. ”

When Wu Shudao heard this, his brows furrowed into a Sichuan character, he never expected that the executioner in the mouths of these bitter cultivators was Zhou Zhe. And the fact that thousands of people were carried into the big array is even more serious.

Wang Yong shook his head and lay down: "Forget it, if you should come, you will still come, stretch out your head with a knife, and shrink your head with a knife." When I rest, let's go, don't mess with this medical hall. ”

In the ensuing conversation, Wu Shudao endured not to be angry and asked, how many people were killed in Hexi, what he saw with his own eyes, Shandong Province, Hedong Province, and Henan Province?

He had lost his sense of what the situation really was, and he felt compelled to ask others what they had to say.

Then Wu Shudao lost his interest in seeing a doctor, if he treated more people in his life than Zhou Zhe killed, what is the point?

On this day, he broke the stereotype and closed the stall early. This time, he didn't go home directly, but went to the Heavenly Dao Gate, his former home.

Gently buckled the big brass ring on the door, but it was the old servant of his Heavenly Dao Gate who shouted from the ear room

"The head is not here, and I have something to leave a letter. ”

"It's me, Shudao. Wu Shudao walked to the ear door.

There was a very small window in the ear door, and when the old man heard this voice, he seemed to be ten years younger, and immediately stretched his neck

"Young master, master. Yes, the boss is back. Then, he shouted inwardly: "The head of the family has returned from his travels." ”

This is the case with the Tiandao Gate, even if he opens a baked cake shop opposite the Tiandao Gate, it is also a journey, and he cannot return to the door, unless, he opens the middle door to welcome guests.

"No, no, I'll just go through the side door and take a look. Another day!"

The old servants were a little disappointed, and the other servants who took care of the Heavenly Dao Gate were also a little disappointed, but the head is the head, and speaking is an order.

Wu Shudao walked into the Tiandao Gate, looked at the familiar courtyard furnishings, and looked at the clean ground that had been swept by the servants.

Then he went into the main hall, where servants were not allowed to enter unless he needed to, for there were also prohibitions.

He looked at the familiar hexagram table, where his grandfather had once sit, and at this moment, it was already covered with dust. So many years have passed, and the day Lao Wu left first is still vivid.

"Well, I should have come and see it earlier. Come in! clean up this place. ”

After instructing the servants to do things, Wu Shudao left, his figure a little depressed.

Along the way, many of the idle chess of various sects that were placed near the Tiandao Gate had their eyes lit up, because they found that a person had entered and exited the small door of the Tiandao Gate, a person who made them stay away, Wu Shudao.

Wu Shudao hasn't opened the middle gate yet, and the news that he has returned to the mountain gate has spread all over the capital's various gate stations, but for the time being, it has not attracted attention, after all, it is not the middle gate opened, and it is useless for anyone to go. Of course, there is also a saying, it is useless to go.

On this day, Wu Shudao was not physically tired, but his spirit was tired, and when he entered He Xiaowei's house, he never put down his winter clothes outside, nor did he go to warm up, but walked directly into the house and looked at Xiaoweier and his son.

"Ouch, what's the matter? Come back so early today? and covered in dust. Xiao Wei'er was a little worried about Wu Shudao's appearance, and the Wu Shudao he remembered never seemed to be like this.

Wu Shudao shook his head to signal that it was okay: "I went back to the mountain gate today." Listened to something. ”

Xiao Wei'er didn't know much about the Tiandao Gate, she only knew that Wu Shudao was the head of a mountain sect, or he was a sect by himself, so she listened to it as a joke. After all, in Longquan Pass, the mountain gate, means the enemy.

"What's the matter? Is the house in Shanmen big? We are here, the place is small, and several old mothers can't live well, if we wait for the fear of children to grow up, or have more younger brothers and sisters or something, it will be even more difficult to live. Wei Wei didn't know how big it was, what she was thinking about was the life of the family, how to live, the best way to live.

Wu Shudao smiled: "Don't mention those who are unhappy, we have nine big houses in Shanmen, but they are not overrun。。。。。。。 ”

Orange Garden, Cheng Luoluo looked at the news brought by her subordinates, a smile overflowed on the corner of her mouth, and she took the first step, the first step to tear the crack.

Immediately, she commanded the suspended disciple

"I'm going to send an invitation, I'm going to invite the deacons of the three sects to come here in the Orange Garden to discuss business. ”