In Zhao Qing's cognition, during the period of Lu Xiaofeng's legendary Jinpeng Dynasty, the current top masters should be the little old man Wu Ming, the old knife handle Mu Daoren, and the Western Demon Sect leader Jade Rakshasa; Then it should be Ye Gucheng and Gong Jiu;

Ximen blows snow, Dugu Yihe, Shi He, Huo Xiu and others are the top masters under him.

Lu Xiaofeng's own strength is more mysterious, maybe it is at the level of Ximen blowing snow, maybe it is lower than the upper half of the grade, and he can clamp all kinds of weapons with a spiritual rhino in one hand.

Huo Tianqing, the Heavenly Fowl Sect mentioned earlier, his martial arts should be slightly inferior to Lu Xiaofeng's level, but he can also be called a top player.

However, his father, the old man of Tianyu, is likely to be the first master of a certain era before, and was evaluated by Hua Manlou with "Mighty Eight Desolations", and even the other two apprentices "Tiansong Yunhe and Shangshan Erlao" are also Taishan Beidou in the martial arts.

Not far away, the old man "Mr. Fan Da", the vendor who sells steamed buns and others are the people in the Heavenly Fowl Gate, and they should be the apprentices and grandsons of the second elder of Shangshan respectively.

Among them, Mr. Fan Da and Poor Xiucai are collectively known as the "Northwest Shuangxiu", and the hawkers and beggars are members of the "Seven Heroes of the Market".

In terms of character, they should have no problem except for being too "respectful of the teacher", and even allowing Huo Tianqing, the son of the ancestor, to abandon his chivalry and life.

"Wait, there are still five brothers who haven't arrived." Hearing Mr. Fan's words, Bao Crow, a vendor selling steamed buns, looked at the thin beggar on the side and said loudly.

"Don't wait, it's coming soon." There was a burst of laughter in the distance, and I saw a man selling wild medicine, carrying a medicine box on his back and carrying a string of medicine bells, limping over, and he was actually a cripple.

"I heard that the famous 'four eyebrows' Lu Xiaofeng only has two eyebrows left, so I have to meet him as soon as possible, and see what disease he has, so that his eyebrows have fallen out?"

Immediately afterwards, the pollen seller, the vegetable seller carrying the burden, the fat man selling noodles, and the shopkeeper counting copper coins all appeared on the road, each of which was dressed in the market.

Seeing that the brothers had arrived, Bao Crow did not delay any longer, and with a throw of his right hand, a cage full of buns flew towards Zhao Qing's position, and the castration was stable.

Seeing a basket of steamed buns flying, Zhao Qing stretched out a little finger, lightly touched the center of the bottom of the cage, and then unloaded the strength and took it.

The nearly two-foot-sized cage swirled around her hand a few times before slowly stopping.

Seeing that I had no money to eat at night, you gave me a cage of meat buns? Gently inhaling the aroma of the buns, Zhao Qing had two more good feelings for the Heavenly Fowl Gate and the Seven Heroes of the Market.

Without looking at the basket of buns he threw out, he carried another cage, he greeted the merchants, beggars and others on the side, and then rushed away in the distance with light skills.

He was followed by the poor Xiucai who had just swallowed the bun, he waved his sleeves, and the whole person was like a wisp of smoke, and he followed the crow lightly.

Glancing at Zhao Qing in surprise, Mr. Fan Da took a big puff of cigarette and put away the dry tobacco pouch. The other party's method of taking over the cage was a little unexpected to him, if he didn't have to rush to stop Lu Xiaofeng, he would have explored it himself.

He put his feet on the ground a little and followed the crow.

Soon, the light merits of these nine people were separated. After only a while, Mr. Fan Da rushed ahead of Bao Crow, and the other eight people were not much different, and he was far behind.

After thinking about it, Zhao Qing put away the buns, and did not deliberately avoid the few people from the Heavenly Fowl Gate, who also performed light skills and hung far behind them.

If she doesn't know the way, she can only use this way if she wants to get to the place where the plot unfolds quickly.

……

Moonlit night, first quarter moon. Before the hour came, there were at least three hours before sunrise.

Lu Xiaofeng just drank several glasses of wine with Hua Manlou and "Shangguan Danfeng" and chatted for a while.

Thinking that he would have to face Huo Tianqing, an enemy he was not sure of, in a few hours, he let out a long sigh, stood up and slowly walked to the window.

The window was already propped up, and he suddenly noticed that an old man in a robe and a small hat had moved a stool and sat outside on the patio smoking a dry cigarette.

The night was very deep, but the old man had no intention of sleeping at all, and sat there leisurely, as if he were going to sit until dawn.

Not far from the old man, there was a young girl in a green shirt and carrying a cage, munching on a half-eaten bun.

A thin grayish-yellow hemp rope was wrapped around her right wrist, a small piece of which was fluttering in the evening breeze.

"You are Lu Xiaofeng?" Zhao Qing put down the bun and suddenly spoke.

In front of him was a man in his thirties, his eyebrows were thick, his eyelashes were long, and where he should have grown a beard, there were only a few faint hairs.

Zhao Qing already knew the current time, and in order to invite Ximen to blow the snow to make a move, Lu Xiaofeng paid the price of two "eyebrows". So this was the first time Huo Tianqing met him before the duel.

Lu Xiaofeng nodded: "I'm Lu Xiaofeng, I don't know who the girl is?" ”

Without answering immediately, Zhao Qing turned his head to look at Shangguan Feiyan who was standing beside Lu Xiaofeng, or rather, Shangguan Danfeng, who she pretended to be.

I saw that "Shangguan Danfeng" was wearing a pure black soft silk robe, his black hair was scattered over his shoulders, his face was a little pale, but his eyes were as clear as the dew on the roses on a spring morning, which was thrillingly beautiful.

"My name is Zhao Qing, you shouldn't have heard of my name." Zhao Qing's gaze returned to Lu Xiaofeng's body.

"I haven't heard of the girl's name, but I, Lu Xiaofeng, am lonely and unheard of." Lu Xiaofeng suddenly smiled and said: "The wind is cold and the dew is cold, if the two of you have Yaxing, you might as well come and drink two glasses of good wine with us to send away the long night." ”

He has always had a good attitude towards young and beautiful girls.

Except, of course, with trouble. Unless, the other party is really beautiful to a certain extent.

Hearing Lu Xiaofeng's invitation, the old man didn't pay any attention to it, like a deaf man, and didn't hear his words at all.

Instead, Zhao Qing smiled faintly and said, "The first time I came to this Jianghu, you naturally wouldn't have heard of it." However, two drinks are free, I don't drink alcohol. ”

"Miss Zhao, why don't you drink? On the rivers and lakes, there are many people who drink alcohol. Unless it is a monk, a nun, or a person like Ximen Fuxue who only knows how to practice swords, he will not drink a drop of alcohol. ”

As if he didn't want Lu Xiaofeng to be rejected, "Shangguan Danfeng" persuaded on the side, his voice as soft as silk.

"I'm also practicing swords." Zhao Qing untied the thin hemp rope wrapped around his wrist and said calmly to Lu Xiaofeng: "I heard that your Lingxi finger can hold any weapon?" Can I give it a try? ”