The sword intent contained in the small wooden sword is too terrifying, but it is also too complex and vast, I have practiced for several months, and I have only comprehended a trace of it, and I have integrated this essence into my own swordsmanship, and the effect is particularly obvious, and the lethality is doubled.

The west wind rises, and the sky is cold.

Winter is coming, and the world is vast.

Time is the most irresistible thing, and it disappeared for more than half a year in a negligent manner, and when I looked back, I found that I had never done anything.

It is bitterly cold in Sanjiu, and the Spring Festival is joyful.

In the blink of an eye, it was the eighth day of the first lunar month.

The Fangnei Daoist Hall was empty, and the scattered cultivators all went back to their hometown for the New Year, and they would return to work after the fifteenth day of the first month.

In the dojo, only me and Ning Yuru were left.

The peony and the blood bamboo peach were not idle for the New Year, and they took a big job, which is tossing on the Mongolian grassland.

Wang Tan and Wang Lita had to go back to Wang's house for the New Year, and even took the big black cat Taqiu and Lu Jinpeng and Lu Jasmine's brothers and sisters back to Wang's house, which made the dojo extremely deserted.

By the way, Meng Yishuang, Yuanbo, and Sword Rakshasa are sitting in the Fangnei Daoist Hall, and they are not in the branch dojo.

In the evening of that day, Ning Yuru and I sat across the table and enjoyed dinner.

The two thousand gold held the big gold figure and wandered aside, she had already had dinner.

After taking a few sips of soup, Ning Yuru put the spoon down and looked at her expression, depressed.

I put down my chopsticks, turned to her and sat down, took her cold hand, and whispered, "Miss your master?" ”

"Hmm." Ning Yuru's eyes were red, and she leaned on me, and I hugged her distressedly.

The reason why Ning Yuru misses her master at the eighth day of the first month is because the ninth day of the first month of each year is the birthday of Mr. Liu, the master of yin and yang.

"Tomorrow, I'll accompany you to see Mr. Liu."

I said comfortingly.

"Okay." Ning Yuru nodded.

The next day, after preparing offerings and burning paper, Ning Yuru and I rushed to the 'Shousong Cemetery' in the suburbs, where Mr. Liu was buried.

The burial place was booked before the old gentleman died.

This place is peaceful, not the best burial ground, but the old gentleman insists on this, who will dare to disobey the younger generations? Therefore, he was buried in an inconspicuous corner of the cemetery.

After worshipping the old gentleman according to the rules, Ning Yuru's expression eased a lot. I see it in my eyes, and it hurts in my heart.

With that done, we left the cemetery and walked on the stone path, where the snow was being cleaned.

I looked at the man in front of me who was hunched over and wielding a broom to clear the snow on the road, and felt pity for him when I saw his cloak and dirty appearance.

"Get out of here, the snow is sweeping up my pants, don't be long, kick you dead beggar! …… Oops, it hurts! ”

A tall young man who did not wear a cotton hat and leather boots on a cold day kicked impatiently on the snow-sweeping man, but he failed to kick others, but instead held his foot and cried out in pain.

There was a large group of people with the young men, all wearing dark down jackets, and it seemed that they had come here to worship their ancestors just like us.

"Beat him to death, Tamar's hurt me."

The guy in leather boots suffered a loss inexplicably, fell into the snowdrift next to him, and roared angrily.

"Where did Lai Han come from, who dared to hurt my young master? Look for death! ”

Seven or eight burly men surrounded them, feelings, this is a very powerful group of people. These big men look a little exotic, as if they are not natives.

I narrowed my eyes, and I knew from the reaction of these people that they usually found fault and bullied people.

Ning Yuru turned her head to look at me, her eyes were deep, and there was anger in her eyes.

This girl, the heart of justice has been committed!

I received the girl's eyes, smiled bitterly, and the next moment, I had already run out!

In the midst of the wind and snow, and the flickering of light and shadow, I was already standing in front of the snow-sweeping man, and I was met with several big fists.

Because I appeared too abruptly, I appeared in front of these people in a flash of lightning, so they didn't have time to react at all, and a shocked look appeared on their faces, but their fists couldn't be contained.

The whip legs of the men behind me are going to kick the men in the head.

"Hmph."

I snorted coldly, and in an instant, I threw three punches in front of me, and then my figure flashed, and I had already changed direction, just in front of a few whip legs.

The ruthless color flashed in his eyes, and I sensed the strength of these legs, they are all ancient martial arts practitioners, and the strength on the legs and feet is not hundreds of pounds? To be so heavy on an innocent person makes me feel angry!

Woohoo!

Leg to leg, and in an instant, the leg shadow that popped out of me had already made intimate contact with the legs of these people.

When I retracted my legs and stood firmly in front of the snowplow, I heard earth-shattering screams around me.

"Ahhh,......h My leg! ”

Bang bang bang!

Seven or eight big sweats seemed to have been blown up by a thunderbolt, and they tossed out in all directions with me as the center, and after they landed, some hugged their faces, some hugged their legs, and screamed endlessly.

Passers-by were dumbfounded, and several people subconsciously took out their mobile phones to record videos.

"Whoever dares to record it, I will beat him to death!"

I looked around with a fierce look.

Several young men and women came into contact with my fierce eyes, and cooperated with the people rolling all over the ground around them, their hands trembled in fright, and they hurriedly put their mobile phones in hand, they didn't dare to bet!

Demons fear the wicked, and so do people. Sometimes, what is easy to talk about is that it doesn't work.

The seven big men, all of them were fractured and injured, and this was the result of my control of the strength of my shots, otherwise they would have been even worse.

The young man in leather boots lay on his stomach in the snowdrift, his eyes wide open, and his face full of horror at me.

"Don't come here, you know my dad......."

"Smack!"

I slapped this guy in the face with a big mouth, and with a pop, a mouthful of blood flew out between the two pieces.

"What age are you, and you're still fighting with me here? Miscellaneous, bullying people is very strong, isn't it? Believe it or not, Lao Tzu trampled you to death? ”

I continued to pretend to be a murderer.

The kid covered his face and pretended to be dead there, not daring to say a word.

On the other side, the largest guy stood up, one hand covering his face, blood dripping from his fingers.

I know in my heart, just now that fist shattered the bridge of this guy's nose, but with the strength, as long as I go to the doctor, I will recover in half a month, and I will not be disabled.

I just taught them a lesson, and I didn't want to ruin their lives, and those who had broken legs were the same, and lying in the hospital for a while was fine.

It's just that when they bully people in the future, they will think of today's lesson.

"Your Excellency is so majestic, I admit that you are a master, but you really provoked someone who should not be provoked! This young master is Jiang Kui, you should have heard of the Jiang family, right? You beat the Jiang family, just wait to enter the coffin. ”

This guy speaks a bit stiff in Chinese, and his eyes are full of hatred.

Hearing this, my eyes turned to Sen Han and stared at this person, "You belong to the Jiang family?" ”

"That's right."

The big man raised his chin defiantly.

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