There is a butcher surnamed Lu on the street of Hanjiang City in Jingzhou, who kills pigs and sells meat all the year round, and the two big fan knives are shiny.

Because he sells meat and kills pigs all year round, he always has a fishy smell on his body, and he doesn't smile and always has a cold face, so few people take the initiative to look for him except when he buys meat.

There was a time when young women, in order to scare children who don't sleep, would say that if you don't sleep, you will be sent to the Lu butcher.

The cold wind blew, and the dark clouds covered the sun.

The pouring rain fell on the streets of the Han River, and in an instant, the streets that were originally crowded with people became empty, and under the eaves of the corner of the street, three kittens were silently staring there.

Lu Butcher quietly leaned on the chair of the butcher's shop, closed his eyes and pondered, and there was a rhythm in his hand to beat with the raindrops, but as the rain became heavier and heavier, the beat in his hand became faster and faster, and finally it seemed that he couldn't keep up, so he simply came at his own pace, not fast or slow.

It was raining heavily, and the surrounding vendors began to clean up the stalls in front of the door, but only Lu Tuhu was as steady as Mount Tai and motionless.

The owner of the tea stall next to him was carrying the tables and chairs at the door in the heavy rain, and when he saw the Lu butcher next door motionless, after being entangled for a long time, he shouted at the top of his voice, "Lu butcher, it's raining, close the stall, don't get the meat wet." ”

Lu Butcher turned a deaf ear to the kindness of the teahouse owner and still did not move, the boss shook his head helplessly and left.

The sound of raindrops crackled, and the streets of Hanjiang City were covered with rain, and even the kittens around the corner went home, but the Lu butcher still stayed at his stall.

At this moment, under the rain curtain, a young man wearing a hat and a cloak slowly appeared on the empty streets of the Han River.

The rain soaked the boy's boots, and the raindrops crackled continuously, running down his coat and walking.

The boy was suddenly stunned in place, it was raining so heavily, and there were still vendors who could rest on their chairs so leisurely, which was indeed beyond the boy's expectations.

The moment the young man appeared, Lu Tuhu stopped the movement in his hand, a pair of eyes like a blue wolf stared straight at the young man, the young man's right hand silently held the hilt of the sword under the strip of cloth in his hand, frowned, and slowly walked forward, with every step, the potholes on the ground would splash a puddle of rain.

The young man walked in front of the butcher of Lu, his expression tightened, and he turned around sharply, and the butcher Lu on the chair had already disappeared.

"Click, click......"

The trampling sound of straw sandals trampling on the rain came, and the young man turned around, and Lu Butcher was already standing in the middle of the street, holding his shiny big fan knife in both hands, staring at the man in front of him.

The man said in a deep voice, "Why are the seniors embarrassed, people in the rivers and lakes, it's convenient." ”

Lu Butcher said slowly, "There are 500,000 people in Hanjiang City, and you appear here with a feminine object, do you think this is convenient for me to dare to do?" ”

Since he met the Sanzheng Daoist when he came to Jingzhou, Zhuang Shiyue has been very careful, in order to avoid being found traces of his uncle and grandmother, he almost always goes out by day and rarely appears during the day.

This time across the Han River City, he also wanted to leave here early, so he chose to travel in the rain, wanting to pass the Han River quickly, so as not to have long nights and dreams, after all, Wudang Mountain is opposite the Han River City.

However, he was still negligent, forgetting that Jingzhou is also a place where Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon is located.

Zhuang October would never have thought that this seemingly ordinary butcher who killed pigs and sold meat was actually a god master, and he was a top master whose strength was far superior to him.

"Whirring ......"

A gust of cold wind blew, and Zhuang October's uncle and grandmother, Li Qianluo, who was already a yin thing, floated out from behind Zhuang October with her head down.

Zhuang Shiyue, who was dressed in white, stood in mid-air, the rain slid down the corners of his clothes, his eyebrows and eyes were soft, and his eyebrows were low, which made Lu Butcher a little strange.

He has been crisscrossing the rivers and lakes for half his life, and there are not a few yin things he has encountered, but this time he encountered not only did not have the slightest murderous intention, but even had a trace of timid kindness.

Zhuang October directly turned sideways to block Li Qianluo behind him, and directly pulled out the sword at his waist with his backhand, which was as black as ink, and the sword body was smooth and free, which was quite beautiful.

Lu Tuhu stared at Zhuang Shiyue's sword for a long time, and finally muttered, "Who are you, why do you have a Ye Mo sword in your hand, and you still have a yin object." ”

Ye Mojian was not surprised to be recognized by Zhuang Shiyue, the other party's strength cultivation was far above his own, if he was placed in the rivers and lakes, he would definitely be a ruthless character at the level of an old monster, such a master, it was not strange to know Ye Mojian.

Ye Mo Sword, ranked fourth among the top ten famous swords, is said to have been cultivated in the ink pool at the foot of the Tianshan Mountains for 500 years, this sword absorbs the true qi of Tian Tiandi, covering the essence of the four caves.

When the famous sword was first formed, the Tianshan Mountain shook, the ink pool collapsed, and the person holding the sword opened the mountain with a sword, such as the ink flowing long, soft and introverted, this is the Ye Mo sword.

Zhuang October looked at Lu Tuhu and made a sprint with his sword, "Senior, since you know this sword, please don't be embarrassed." ”

How could Lu Butcher, who had been crisscrossing the rivers and lakes for many years, be frightened by a hairy boy, and immediately snorted coldly, and the dark blue true qi behind him rose to the sky, and an enchantment rushed out, directly enveloping Li Qianluo and Zhuang October.

In the dark blue true qi enchantment, Lu Tuhu hovered up, his eyes were deep, in the enchantment, the temperature plummeted, the rain on the ground instantly turned into ice, and the blue true qi in the air was cold and piercing.

Zhuang October hurriedly ran the true qi, this real qi was piercing and chilling, the martial artists in the world, there were actually people whose true qi was full of cold, this is not a monster, what is this, etc......

A name popped up in Zhuang October's mind: Zhenhai Pingtian - Lu Wei.

One of the four masters of the Central Plains, although Lu Wei's name is not as impressive as Pei Yu, he must not be a general public if he can be ranked among the four masters.

Li Qianluo shivered and hid behind Zhuang Shiyue, the cold around her obviously made her feel uncomfortable, and her whole person kept shivering.

Zhuang Shiyue hurriedly shrouded his uncle and grandmother, looked at Lu Wei, who had not heard of his name for fifty years, and held Ye Mojian with his right hand, "Senior, do you have to leave me in the Han River today?" ”

"It's not you, it's the feminine behind you, she must stay." Lu Wei's voice was low, with a coercion that could not be underestimated.

Zhuang October took a step forward, his true qi shook away, and directly shattered the clothes and hats on his body, looking at Lu Wei, Zhuang Yue shouted, "She is my uncle and grandmother, and she is my relative, I will never leave her here." ”

"Then don't blame the old man for being ruthless."

Lu Wei drank in a deep voice, and his true qi swayed out, and the blue true qi in mid-air condensed into a chattering Xuan Ice Iron Chain, and instantly rushed towards Li Qianluo.

Although Li Qianluo is a yin thing, he doesn't know martial arts, watching the iron chain attack, he just keeps shaking his head, and hides behind Zhuang October with red eyes,

Zhuang Yue's qi in his body skyrocketed, but fortunately, Lu Wei released the enchantment in advance, so he didn't disturb the people of the Han River, otherwise the two gods and spirits would fight in the Han River, and the city would definitely not be able to be saved.

The black true qi permeated out, Ye Mo's sword qi was swollen, and a sword was swung out, just like the name of Ye Mojian's name, the true qi ran as smoothly as ink, and the ink-colored true qi rushed straight to Lu Wei's face.

The blow of the divine spirit master was unstoppable, but Lu Wei just raised his hand to parry, and the dark blue true qi around him gushed out, swallowing the young man's ink-colored true qi in an instant.

Zhuang October wanted to raise his sword again, but the Xuanbing iron ropes around him had already rushed straight towards them, in order to protect his uncle and grandmother behind him, Zhuang October had to give up the attack and desperately defend, Ye Mojian slashed on the Xuanbing iron chain, with a crisp sound, the iron rope shattered in response, turning into countless ice blocks and falling to the ground.

Lu Wei, who was in mid-air, looked at everything in front of her indifferently, looking at Zhuang Shiyue's desperate attempt to protect herself, and the scene of her brother and sister-in-law desperately protecting herself suddenly appeared in her mind when the patriarch broke into her room to frame herself, and it was the same that day.

"Click."

Ye Mo's sword slammed into the Xuanbing iron chain, a loud noise struck, the iron chain clicked and shattered, and the huge anti-shock force made Zhuang Shijie retreat, and in less than half a pillar of incense, the ground was already covered with broken ice ballast.

Zhuang Shiyue trembled his arms in front of his uncle and grandmother, this Lu Wei's true qi is ruthless, this enchantment is full of his Xuan Bing true qi, as long as the true qi is running, these Xuan Bing qi will quietly drill into your body, hinder your true qi, block your muscles and veins, and make it extremely difficult for your true qi to allow.

Lu Wei raised his right hand, and dozens of iron cables emerged beside him, and the iron cables were replaced one after another, and the iron ropes with the thickness of his arm looked like a mad man.

Zhuang Shiyue's eyes were bloodshot, his right leg was round, and the Ye Mo sword in his hand was suspended in the air.

"Sword out."

With Zhuang October's roar, Ye Mo's sword hummed continuously, and the ink-colored true qi on the sword body gushed out, as if it was a starry sky in the middle of the night.

What is the purest black, Ye Mojian is like this.

"Bang."

The impact of the Xuanbing iron chain was blocked by Ye Mojian's death, the friction sound continued, and the wind generated by the collision of true qi hung on Zhuang Shiyue's body, and the broken ice edge was blown by the Gangfeng wind, directly cutting Zhuang Shiyue's clothes to tatters.

Lu Wei's true qi is still too terrifying, how can the cultivation of more than a hundred years be comparable to Zhuang October's cultivation in his twenties, after half a pillar of incense, Zhuang October's throat was sweet, and a blood gushed out instantly, and the Ye Mo sword in the air also kept retreating, and it could no longer be supported.

Lu Wei shook his head and said, "Why bother. ”

Immediately followed by ten iron cables, rushing out directly from behind Zhuang Shiyue and Li Qianluo, the cold and piercing iron ropes directly stopped Li Qianluo, Li Qianluo hurriedly stretched out her hand, and she could only let out a miserable wail with a panicked look, but could not say a complete sentence.

Li Qianluo, who was pulled into the air, struggled desperately, and before she could struggle twice, the surrounding Xuanbing iron ropes rushed out, binding her limbs to death, Xuanbing's true qi entered her body, and the biting cold made her cry and wail uncontrollably, and her limbs were frozen into ice in an instant.

Zhuang Yue hurriedly turned around after hearing his uncle's painful wail, "Uncle and grandmother ......"

Zhuang October, who was just about to fly up, was directly whipped in the back by the iron chain behind him, and with a muffled sound, Zhuang October was slammed to the ground, and the flesh and blood on his back were blurred.

Zhuang Shiyue stood up with his body, Ye Mojian fell to the ground with a thud, the young man stubbornly got up and looked at Lu Wei, and shouted hoarsely, "Uncle and grandmother didn't hurt anyone, didn't kill anyone, why did you do this to her!" ”