On the post road four or five hundred miles away from the imperial capital, a group of six people were dressed in white shirts. Walking on this post road, the strange thing is that the clothes of the people along the way were spotless, and the internal strength of these six people has reached the point of perfection. The man at the head saw a teahouse, and walked towards the teahouse step by step, at first like an old man of fifty or sixty years old, staggering in small steps, and then getting faster a little bit, but the pace of the step was still a slow small step, which was extremely weird.

This teahouse is extraordinary, the thick wooden table is full of knife marks, the tables and chairs for many years have a feeling of oil, and the black table is scattered with little by little stains. If you are a person who walks around the post road a lot, you know. This is a black shop, and the reason why the seats are oily is because it is inevitable to see blood when the people in the rivers and lakes are fighting, and the store is not cleaned up and left behind, and those stains are also left in time when the blood stains are not cleaned up.

The group did not enter the store, but sat at a loose table outside the store, and one of the men asked the shopkeeper for two pots of tea. There is a doorway for this kind of black shop on the post road, and sitting outside the store mostly means that it is just a passerby, and you don't want to get into trouble, and you have to leave after a bite of food and drink. If you sit in the house, you have to follow the rules of the store, and if you don't follow the rules, maybe two waves of people will fight. But most of the people who dare to open black shops have some skills, as for those who are disobedient, they are often made into buns filled with human meat, and those who often walk on the post road can taste it, and as for those newcomers, they eat very deliciously.

The shopkeeper went to pick up two pots of tea, shook his head and walked to the gate and threw them at the six people. Seeing that the two pots of tea were about to fall to the ground and spill out, a man in a white shirt rolled up his sleeve and put it away, and the two pots of tea arrived on the table.

"Thank you. ”

A man of twenty-five or sixteen years old stood up and bowed.

Seeing the white-shirted man's skills just now, the shopkeeper was also vigilant, the one who can open a black shop is by no means an idiot, and the one who is the shopkeeper in the black shop is not a fool. changed his lazy appearance, sat aside and carefully looked at the group.

The six of them just drank the tea slowly, without saying a word, and there was nothing out of the ordinary. I have never seen that shop in my life

Such a strange group of people, who did not ride horses on the post road, and whose white shirts were spotless, came to the store with only two pots of tea and nothing to eat. It really made him wonder if he really bumped into the immortals.

The two pots of tea didn't last long, and when the two pots of tea were gone, the young man got up and asked gently.

"Shopkeeper, how much do these two pots of tea cost?"

The shopkeeper glanced at the store and stretched out a hand. "Five taels of silver. ”

The man smiled. "Shop, these two pots of tea are too expensive for five taels of silver. ”

"You don't have any money to come to tea, right, uncle, I ......"

"Shut up. ”

A majestic voice came out from the store, and the green shirts of the six people were shocked except for this young man.

"The second child in the store doesn't understand the rules, and it is clearly two pots of worthless tea, but it is regarded as a good Pu'er tea, I hope Mr. Understand will not blame. Out of the shop came a bearded man with a wide body and a rough appearance.

The man's demeanor was quite elegant, and he made a greeting salute.

The bearded man put his hands behind his back, and his eyes became murderous. "If you don't guess wrong, your Excellency is Huang Changling Huang Zhenren. ”

The shopkeeper heard Huang Changling's three words and was paralyzed on the ground in fright, he had heard many rumors about Huang Changling before, some people said that Huang Changling was jealous and hateful, some people said that Huang Changling was good at robbing the rich and helping the poor, and so on There are countless rumors, and the only rumor that can be determined is that Huang Changling's martial arts are unfathomable. There is a ghost in his heart, and the king of Hades is naturally afraid, this shopkeeper works in the black shop all day, and has done a lot of killing and eating people, and now he heard the shopkeeper say that the person in front of him is Huang Changling, so he is naturally very afraid.

The man asked very suspiciously: "What if I am Huang Changling, what if I am not Huang Changling?"

The bearded man's face became kind again, and the speed of changing his face was astonishing.

"What's the matter, it's just that when I was young, I also wandered the rivers and lakes, and then I retreated and left the place of right and wrong. Nowadays, I often hear rumors about Huang Zhenren, the people in the rivers and lakes, that person does not respect Wu Zu, and when I see the real people traveling long distances but their clothes are spotless, I know that they must be good at internal skills. For example, the only one who can have so many internal skills today is the Liuyun Sect, and if he thinks that Huang Zhenren is only twenty-seven or eight, he took the liberty of asking if the real person is that Huang Zhenren. ”

"You still have a heart to retreat, Qiu Wangba, why are you so shameless. It's clear that you want to insult others when you see that bloody and beautiful life, but you are beaten all over the ground looking for teeth, I remember that three fingers were broken. A masked Taoist priest sitting on the side spoke in a childish tone, and he didn't forget to smile after humiliating the bearded man, no different from the three-year-old naughty boy.

When the bearded man heard this, he was immediately annoyed and angry. Three years ago, this bearded man had intended to insult the newly famous Yin Xuehong, but he didn't expect that not only was he not rude, but he was also beaten by Yin Xuehong, and two teeth were knocked out, not to mention that his nose was also crooked. Three poisonous needles were also nailed to his right hand, and he had to cut off three fingers in order to save his life. This incident was regarded as a great shame by the bearded man, and the few words of this Taoist priest violated the bottom line of the bearded man.

"Bastard, you're looking for death. ”

The bearded man flew out, his knife fierce and swift, pointing straight at the death hole. Shooting viciously is by no means a third-rate person. I saw that the Taoist priest smiled, and casually took the bearded man's hand knife. The bearded man's face changed greatly, and the Taoist priest in front of him was definitely not a master to be messed with, so he hurriedly withdrew his fists. Who knew that the Taoist priest grabbed his hand knife to death, and in a hurry, the bearded man took out another hand knife to relieve his urgency, and the Taoist priest did not hurry to let go of the hand knife, and at the same time smashed a fist into the bearded man's dantian.

A mouthful of blood spurted out, stopping an inch away from the Taoist priest and falling to the ground.

The bearded man fell to the ground, and the punch almost killed him. The shopkeeper saw this situation and ran away, how can the shopkeeper say that he is also a master of the Douhai Realm, if it weren't for the fight with that Yin Xuehong, he fell into the root of the disease, and now he may have become a first-line master in the Purple Hui Realm, and now he is about to die with a simple punch, and he is just a person who has entered the realm

I don't dare to stay in this purgatory anyway.

The bearded man who fell to the ground was full of fear in his eyes, and his mouth was full of blood, and he looked at the Taoist priest in front of him as if he had seen the white impermanence.

I saw that the boy said that the priest walked up to the bearded man, and the bearded man wanted to beg for mercy at the moment, but the punch before. He didn't have the strength to speak, so he could only stare at the monster in front of him with wide eyes and fear. I saw that the Taoist priest with a childish voice took off his mask, and an old face was imprinted into the sight of the bearded man. Seeing this face, the bearded man's eyes became dim, if the previous fear was the instinct to survive, now he has no hope of life.

He remembered that face very well.

The head of the five scattered people of the Liuyun Sect - the naughty boy He Zudao

"Blood knife hand Qiu Miao, there is so much water in your name, you are a king, you are quite worthy. He Zudao smiled, his words and deeds were no different from a child's, and no one would think he was a child if he didn't look at his face.

The bearded man who fell to the ground looked at the group with dull eyes, and at this moment he looked at the young man in front of him, and the young man saw the bearded man's actions and nodded.

"In the Lower Cloud Sect, Huang Changling. ”

The bearded man is like a monk who sees through the red dust and waits for death to come, at this moment he is just waiting for someone to give him a knife, or a punch to send him back to the West, in his eyes, today's fate is destined to be like this.

He Zudao took out his crotch, took out a few copper plates, and threw them on the bearded man's body.

"Hehe, the master rewarded you. ”

Seeing that He Zudao gave the copper coin, Huang Changling gave a salute and took it step by step, the seemingly stumbling pace was faster than that thousand miles of horses, and the rest of the people followed, He Zudao was the most naughty, and when he left, he didn't forget to fart at the bearded man, and left with a grimace.

After Huang Changling and his party left, the bearded man breathed a sigh of relief

"save me"

At this time, the three people walked out of the store timidly. One is the former shopkeeper, and the other is obese, holding a kitchen knife in his hand and a blood-stained rag on his shoulder.

"What about the immortals?" the woman looked around, afraid that Huang Changling and his party were still here.

"Let's go, heal my wounds, you mother-in-law, grinding and chirping, Lao Tzu won't break your dog's leg for a while. ”

"Gone?"

"Nonsense, tell you to hurry up and stop the ink. The bearded man was furious, but at this time he could not move at all, and could only play tricks.

The woman, the cook, and the shopkeeper glanced at each other, and the three of them walked up to the bearded man, looking playfully at the man who usually spoke ill of them and added fists and kicks if he didn't agree.

"You, what do you want to do!" Qiu Miao had already noticed it at this moment, and at this time he struggled to get up, but He Zudao's punch had already made him hopeless.

"Xianggong, give you buns to eat. The woman waved her hand.

"You dead!"

Blood stained the land.

was killed by his wife, the cook and others who couldn't use a knife, and ate the blood knife hand Qiu Miao who had eaten a lifetime, and finally became a bun in someone else's mouth.