There is a small town thirty miles away from Xuanyin Valley, and there is a restaurant in the town.

This is a very famous restaurant, called the Drunken Immortal Building, because the wine sold here is so strong and mellow that even the gods can get drunk.

When people pass through this town, they can not step on the spring color in the suburbs, and they can not taste the crabs transported from the West Lake, but they must taste the fairy drunk here.

At this moment, Yang Ming was sitting in the drunken immortal building, leaning on the window sill, outside was a gurgling and flowing clean stream, the autumn breeze blew, and the maple leaves fell in a row, and went down the river.

By the window is a pot of chrysanthemums that bloom as bright as gold, reflecting the clear and mellow wine in the wine glass, rippling with a faint gold.

Yang Ming raised his wine glass and drank it all, the wine surging up, but it made him a little drunk.

The shopkeeper who crackles the abacus on the counter, the little er with a sweat towel on his shoulders busy in the corridor, the drunken drinker, the numb beggar with his back to the door, and the pedestrian vendor who walks outside in the dusk autumn breeze stepping on the yellow leaves.

Everything seems to have turned into an autumn picture at this moment.

At this time, there happened to be an old man in old clothes, full of white hair, and a thin body with a wooden expression in the distance of the road, carrying a large flat pole and carrying a tightly tied heavy load.

The rickety body and wrinkled face reminded people of the helplessness of living in the world at such an age.

The old man staggered to the side of the inn and put down the weight on his shoulder, and when he got up, his cloudy eyes just met Yang Ming's eyes.

Yang Mingchao smiled slightly and beckoned to him:

"Can the old man come over for a while, I have something to ask you. ”

The old man immediately nodded and hurriedly walked over, full of an old farmer who seemed to have good luck from heaven and was smashed by a nobleman.

"Do you say it's not good for people to live, why do you want to die?" Yang Ming looked at the old man's eyes and asked seriously.

"Of course, it's good for people to live. The old man only felt a little inexplicable.

"Then why did you come to die?" Yang Ming still stared at his eyes, meticulous.

"Your Excellency, you're laughing!" said the old man with a smile as he cracked his leaky teeth.

Yang Ming shook his head and smiled lightly:

"I know you, your name is Cang Feixin, and you took a person with a bounty of 100,000 taels of gold to kill me, and I also know that you have six companions, they are the shopkeeper, Xiao Er, the drunkard who seems to be drunk, and the pedestrians over there, the vendor who sells fried chestnuts, and the beggar over there......."

"The shopkeeper has died a long time ago, Xiao Er is also dead, their corpses are in the back kitchen, and you plan to make their corpses into a dish for me to eat. ”

"I also know that the seven of you have been called Lianyun Qisha by the Jianghu people, and they are one of the most famous killer organizations in the evil path of the rivers and lakes, claiming that as long as you can afford to pay money, there is no one in the world who can't get your head, do you think I'm right?"

Yang Ming's face was calm, even if he said that they had received a bounty task to kill him, and they were going to make human flesh into a dish for him to eat, his face did not change in the slightest, as if Lian Yun Qixi's target was only someone else and not himself.

Just as Yang Ming spoke, the body that was named was invisibly stiffened.

After he finished speaking, the six people had thrown away the disguise in their hands and came to Cang Feixin's side, faintly forming a formation and surrounding Yang Ming.

"Boss, we've seen through it. The man disguised as a beggar said with a smile, but there was not the slightest anger on his face.

"When was the last time you were recognized?" asked the horse-faced "Mai Fried Chestnut Vendor" with a smile.

"Last time, it seemed to be the golden-bodied Arhat of Shaolin Temple a year ago, and it is said that he was already designated as the head of the Outer Martial Arts Hall....... and the "pockmarked face" passerby "spoke on the side.

"Hehe, he was originally a proud disciple of Shaolin Temple, destined to be on the same level as the Demon Fist Fangtong, but a dead person can't receive this honor......." Xiao Er, a thin monkey with a sweat towel on his shoulder, also said with a smile.

"We gouged out his eyes, cut off his nose and ears, and listened to him wail for three days and three nights. ”

At this time, the people on the surrounding roads, both inside and outside the inn, had been gone, and the huge streets were empty, obviously scared away by Lian Yunqi's cruelty.

Their majesty and ferocity are indeed enough to make children stop crying.

The sound of the thin monkey Xiao Er recalling how the last golden-bodied Arhat was killed by them and how he roasted and ate it reverberated in the air.

Yang Ming was silent, poured another sip of wine into his mouth, and suddenly said:

"How can there be so many fools in this world who can't see the times? I don't understand how you got to this point. ”

"Idiot?"

I didn't know Cangfeixin, and everyone in Lianyun Qisha was stunned.

The people of the rivers and lakes called them cruel and tyrannical, but no one dared to call them stupid.

Yang Ming didn't wait for them to refute, and continued:

"I know that your martial arts are good, I know that you have not failed a mission since your debut, and I also know that the seven of you can take down the .........head of anyone in the world except for Dugu Sheng, who lives in seclusion in the West Lake."

Lian Yun Qisha was alert in an instant, and the air was tense, stagnant and depressed.

Since the other party knows his name and knows the strength of himself and others, and he still makes such a gesture, there are nothing more than three possibilities.

One is that this person is a fool, the second is that this person is bluffing, and the third is that he is sure of victory.

Without waiting for the seven to continue to think deeply, they then spoke:

"I know all about your background, but do you know what kind of person I am?" Yang Ming smiled, Lian Yun Qisha had already raised his vigilance in his heart to the limit, as long as Yang Ming had the slightest movement, the seven of them could strike a fatal blow at any time.

"Along the way, there are thousands of people who want to exchange my head for the hundred thousand gold, and they have put a total of three hundred and seventy-two poisons in my food along the way, of which thirteen are incurable poisons, and have set countless traps that are certain to death....... But now I'm sitting here drinking and eating, do you know how I cope?"

The smile on Yang Ming's face did not change at all.

"I ate the poisoned food one by one, and then I slipped through the traps one by one, and finally beat them to death one by one........"

At this moment, Lian Yun Qisha only felt chills all over his body, as if he had entered the middle of winter at this moment, and a cold air came out from under his feet and surged into his heart.

Is this still human!

"Don't listen to his nonsense!

Cang Feixin's face changed suddenly, and he shouted loudly, but no matter how majestic his voice was, he couldn't hide the lack of confidence in his heart.

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ps:Since this book is not signed,So the author has decided to move it to another signed vest.,The title of the book is the author's related book "The Rise of Xuanwu", this book will continue to be updated, but it will only update the public chapter, and it will stop when it is on the shelves, so you don't have to vote for it, if you have any excess, vote for the rise of Xuanwu, the content of the two books is the same.