"Okay," the Taoist priest jumped up, put down the wine and meat in his hand, urged the Dao with his left hand, slapped it with one palm, and said in his mouth: "If I win, you can invite me to eat wine." ”

"Don't talk nonsense," Huang Lang turned sideways to avoid the slap of the palm, and at the same time swept his legs, pulled his left hand back, and slapped another palm with strength.

The Taoist priest has quick eyes and hands, blocks his legs with his legs, and blocks his palms with his arms. In an instant, the two of them were up and down. After a cup of tea, the two did not see each other. But it seems that no one can help anyone, but in fact, Huang Lang has the upper hand. First, the Taoist priest seized the lead, but as soon as he made a move, he was defused and was counterattacked, and second, Huang Lang was always on the offensive, suppressing his opponent everywhere.

Huang Lang has only been a martial artist for four or five years, but he is extremely talented, and he is better than his teacher when he first learns for a year. Since Zhu Yun's death, there has been no opponent of Huang Lang within a radius of 100 miles. It is precisely because of his good martial arts that running the family business is smooth. At this time, he obviously pressed the Taoist priest to fight, and after more than ten rounds, he knocked the Taoist priest to the ground with a sweeping leg.

"Stinky Daoist, get out!" Huang Lang said with his hands behind his back, "Don't be wild in my new house, bad luck." ”

The Taoist priest smiled, "You kid, your kung fu is good." But Dao Ye is not a vegetarian. As he spoke, he suddenly bounced up from the ground, took a few steps back, picked up the wine gourd that he had thrown before, took a sip, put his right hand to his mouth, and squirted out all the wine in another sip, and as soon as the wine was spoken, it turned into a fire dragon and flew towards Huang Lang quickly.

Huang Lang stood still, not afraid, jumped up suddenly, jumped over the fire dragon, and kicked at the Taoist priest. The dragon slammed into the wall, turning into a plume of black smoke.

Huang Lang attacked, and his legs were clever, but the Taoist priest dodged in time, rolled to the side, and blew out a fire dragon. Huang Lang retreated backwards, dodged the fire dragon, and said stupidly: "Look at how much wine you still have in your gourd, carving insect skills." ”

Hearing this, the Taoist priest actually put away the gourd, and took out a paper talisman from his arms, and shouted: "Karmic Fire Technique!" Immediately, a fire fell from the sky, and a huge ball of fire fell towards Huang Lang.

Huang Lang finally looked frightened, knowing that this Taoist priest was not mortal, but he couldn't dodge, and he was busy covering his face with his sleeves.

"Collect!" The Taoist priest accepted the spell when he saw it, and stood there with a smile, as if waiting for Huang Lang to come over and apologize. But what he was waiting for was a sword light.

Huang San's long sword stabbed obliquely, leaving blood marks on the Taoist priest's face. Fortunately, the Taoist priest dodged in time, otherwise half of his head would have been cut off.

"Don't panic, young master, Huang San is here. ”

Huang Lang glared at Huang San and shouted, "Kill him!" and then slammed his sleeves, entered the mansion, and closed the door.

Huang San got the order and did not do it immediately. He knew that the young master never wanted to be involved in a life lawsuit, so the murder was done behind his back. The county government of Qinghe County also knew that Huang Lang had killed many people in his family business, but firstly, because there was no evidence, and secondly, most of the victims of Huang Lang were thieves and strongmen, and they were afraid that Huang Lang was powerful and had many dead soldiers, so they often ignored it. And Huang Lang also gives the county government a lot of face, and bad things are always done behind his back.

Huang San said: "Daoist, the master has an order, please come with me." ”

The Taoist priest disagreed, and said with a smile: "You have to pick a place to kill me." ”

"Don't let your blood stain the threshold of my young master. Huang Lang turned around and left.

The Taoist priest followed behind Huang San, his face full of indifference. He seemed to want to take a look at this man's kung fu, he was confident that he had mana to protect himself, and ordinary mortals couldn't kill him.

The two turned to the dense forest behind the other garden, and when they entered the depths, Huang San stopped and stood with his sword in his hand.

As soon as the Taoist priest stepped into this land, he smelled the corpse gas here, raised his eyebrows, and said sternly: "As expected, the Huang family in this river town is a villain who is in trouble." ”

Huang San snorted: "There are seven people buried here, and you are the eighth." The first seven are all thieves, I don't know if you, a Taoist priest, can get along with them. ”

Hearing this, the Taoist priest's face softened slightly, and he asked, "Do you really only kill thieves?"

"Excuse me," Huang San smiled, "Then why are you here?"

The Taoist priest did not say anything, nor did he do it immediately. After thinking for a moment, he said, "I didn't mean to offend your master, there is indeed a demonic spirit in your house. ”

Of course, Huang San understood that what the Taoist priest said was true. In this river town, Juxian Lou is a demon nest, but Juxian Lou rarely harms people, and in the river town for several years, the people get along harmoniously. As far as Huang San knew, except for Zhu Yun, Juxian Lou not only did not harm the second person, but also often did good deeds and accumulated virtues in this river town, and enjoyed with others.

"Taoist, it's you who have a lot of trouble. "Huang San has already set up an offensive posture. He thought to himself, this Taoist priest is looking for his own death, but then he changed his mind, the entire demon den of Juxian Building, why didn't the Taoist priest go there to find trouble, and there was only one little demon cooking and cooking in the young master's new house, how could it attract the Taoist priest who was subduing the demon!

Without thinking much about it, Huang San's long sword struck and went straight to the opponent's throat. The Taoist priest immediately dodged, jumped to the side, took out the paper talisman, urged the mana, and shouted, "Fire Spirit Technique!", and immediately two fire spirits were transformed from the paper talisman.

Huang San shook his sword diagonally, jumped between the two fire spirits, and engaged them together. He was one against two, and he was somewhat defeated at the beginning. The two fire spirits moved quickly and could always dodge Huang San's sword skills. But it didn't take long for Huang San to find that the only few movements of the fire spirit remained unchanged, and knowing that these two things were just repeating the same attack, he switched his sword skills, and solved the opponent in three or two moves.

The fire spirit was shattered by the sword and turned into two flames, which burned up in mid-air and fell to the ground, turning to black ashes.

Huang San pointed his sword at the Taoist priest again, but there was no trace of the place, and the Taoist priest had already run away. Huang San searched four times, but there was no trace of the Taoist priest until nightfall, so he had to go back to Huang Lang to return to his life.

The evening glow looks extremely wonderful on the cliff in the distance opposite, and the ten-mile lotus pond is imprinted with a layer of crimson, and the lotus leaves swaying in the breeze set off the red lotus. Huang Lang accompanied his wife to quietly enjoy this beautiful scenery, feeling that the whole world was beside him.

"Madam," Huang Lang called softly, "when will we be able to enjoy such a beautiful scenery for our family of three." ”

"Soon," she touched her belly and smiled, "Your child will be born in August next year." ”

"Hopefully, this time will be rushed. He took his wife into his arms, and the delicate tenderness filled him with happiness.

Huang San saw all this beautiful thing, and when he saw the two people who were leaning on each other, he didn't go up to interrupt.

6

The willow branches and leaves on the riverbank swayed, and the willow drooped down, being gently brushed by a few passers-by. The willows are peaceful, and the aquatic plants next to the riverbank seem to be as smooth as a woman's ribbon, and they look quiet in the water. The scruffy Taoist slept lazily under the willow tree, like a dying beggar, with a scar on his face, as if wounded by a sword, and a gourd beside him, but it was empty, and the wine had long since been drunk.

"Huoyun Dao Chief, don't come unharmed. ”