Under the Sword Shrine.

The women who heard the movement stopped their movements one after another and turned their heads to look outside.

Lu Yao, who was playing with the Condor under the persimmon tree, glanced at Dongzhang, who was still leisurely on the roof, and then continued to play with the Condor.

The little dragon girl Lu Qing and the others also looked up at Dongzhang, and saw that he was still lazy, so they continued to do their work, and Li Mochou was the only one in the audience who was vigilantly staring at the figure rushing quickly, and his heart was uncertain.

No wonder she was nervous, Li Mochou went into the rivers and lakes alone, there was no backer behind him, and he was carried by himself when he encountered a strong enemy, so it was reasonable for him to have a stress reaction.

I wanted to take out the Buddha dust at the moment, but when I stretched out my hand, I felt empty, only to find that my weapon had already been thrown off the cliff by Dongzhang, and his ability had been 'abolished' by his own hands.

After a few breaths, the figure came to the front of the wooden house with a "whoosh", it was Hong Qigong, who was dressed in a patch and had gray hair, and the strong wind carried by his fast running speed blew the candlelight on the little dragon girl's table, and the swaying orange red light illuminated the little dragon girl's pretty face flickering.

"Senior sister?" Seeing the person coming, Li Mochou was so shocked that his butt left his seat slightly and looked at the little dragon girl with an indifferent expression, who was still carefully threading the needle.

With her vision, she naturally saw at a glance that this person was the nine-fingered beggar Hong Qigong, because the characteristics were too obvious, the empty index finger and his patched beggar outfit were hard not to make people think that it was him.

Xiaolongnu Lu Qing and both of them heard the nervousness in Li Mochou's words, but neither of them moved, because Dongzhang didn't move.

They believe that this man, before he speaks, everything is safe, this is the inherent idea in their hearts, that is, a sense of security.

I didn't see Lu Yao completely ignoring it, should she play or play, because she believed in her brothers and sisters.

As soon as Hong Qigong stood still, he first looked up at the man lying on the roof, and then glanced at the two unmoved girls under the pergola who were still holding shoes, and said secretly in his heart: "These two girls are so calm"

The thought was fleeting, and then he raised his anger and said to the young man in the room: "Dongzhang, you actually put up a shelf when the old beggar came to the door, you kid is too arrogant, right?" ”

Hearing this, Dongzhang slowly straightened up and said with a smile: "Huh? You don't cultivate the old man, but you beat it upside down, and you did the work of the wicked first to sue first, who will entertain uninvited 'guests'? ”

The smile on Hong Qigong's face was suffocated, the joy of seeing Dongzhang was instantly diluted, and he was so angry that his teeth itched, and he didn't go out to greet him wherever he went.

At the moment, he said angrily: "You kid doesn't respect the teacher." ”

Dongzhang looked up at the sky: "You are not my master, and you are not my elder, which master do I respect?" ”

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Hong Qigong can be said to be the first time to see such an arrogant youth, you must know that in the Song Dynasty, the world style pays attention to treating people with courtesy, that is, it pays great attention to etiquette, the younger generation is the younger generation, and the rights of the elders are very great, how can the younger generations dare to talk back to the elders?

Today, he saw it, and he didn't talk to him at the moment, his eyes scanned the surroundings, and found that a young man with a wooden face walked out with a long sword and took a look outside, and then swept towards the beautiful woman wearing an apricot yellow robe under the pergola, her pupils shrank, and shouted: "You are Li Mochou?" ”

The latter stood up and bowed: "Junior Li Mochou, I have heard that the former old gang leader of the Beggars Gang, the nine-fingered beggar, Hong Qigong Hong, the old man's martial arts, is world-famous, and I am fortunate to see it today." ”

"Hmph, he was born handsome, but he was a femme fatale, let me ask you, the beggar gang Jiangxi rudder five six-bag disciples were killed with a move of the five poisonous divine palms in Tongyue Building, but the murderer is you?" Hong Qigong stared at the beautiful woman opposite with blazing eyes, and his face became colder and colder.

Li Mochou was stunned for a while when he heard this, and then laughed: "Yes, I killed those five prostitute thieves, and the Hong gang leader is here to seek revenge?" ”

Li Mochou admits frankly and openly, although he is a wicked person, he will never deny the crimes he has committed, and he is more courageous than some men who claim to be good men who can blow to the sky and the earth after drinking a little wine, and who are better than the emperor.

On the same day, Li Mochou passed through western Sichuan, resting in the tea shop, who knew that he was teased by several beggar gang disciples, and in a fit of anger, he killed a few people, and the matter was gone.

The beggar gang, since its inception, has been known as the world's largest gang, and the gang has exceeded one million in its heyday, and it is the most populous gang, and the threshold for accepting people is also very low.

The lazy people, the poor ghosts, the gamblers, all the people of all religions and nine streams, the largest base is also the lowest level of the society, most of them are uneducated, wandering the streets all day long, it is conceivable that their quality is naturally not high.

In the words of later generations, it is an idle person in society, you don't expect that there are all righteous people in it, but more people who hate the rich and have a twisted heart.

Seeing that Li Mochou didn't want to think about it, he nodded and admitted, Hong Qigong glanced at her more, and then his momentum continued to rise, his palms were closed in his abdomen, and he said in a deep voice: "That's right, today I will avenge the dead brothers, do you have any last wishes." ”

Li Mochou laughed crisply, and spread his hands: "Last wish? Oh, that's something that only you righteous people who are high up can fantasize, am I Li Mochou worthy? Come on, if I can die in the hands of the Northern Beggar, Hong Qigong, my Li Mochou will not be in vain. ”

As soon as these words came out, Xiaolongnu made a movement in her hand, put down the needle and thread, and looked at Hong Qigong opposite for the first time, and her half-lowered eyes gradually became cold.

Lu Qing and Lu Yao's Condor under the persimmon tree also stopped their movements, and their eyes stared at Hong Qigong indifferently with the little dragon girl.

The latter roared: "You devil is open-minded, then accept your life." ”

After speaking, his body rushed forward, his feet slammed on the ground and jumped high, and he grabbed Li Mochou who was waiting for death with his eyes closed with a fierce tiger pounce.

Before the person arrived, the sharp palm wind had already blown the chopsticks on the table, and the teacups had been swung open and fell to the ground.

And Li Mochou felt the suffocating palm wind coming to his face, but his heart was as calm as stagnant water, I, am I going to die.

But after waiting for half a ring, the iron palm that should have arrived did not come as expected, curious she opened her eyes slightly, and saw Hong Qigong's body frozen in mid-air, at this time the right palm was less than three feet away from her face, and her snort could still smell the breath of death on his body.

After taking a look, he found that Hong Qigong's right foot was tightly wrapped in a piece of white silk at this time, holding him in the air.

But it was the little dragon girl who made a move, and shook out the golden bell rope with a rapid momentum.

"Humph!"

A cold snort sounded in Hong Qigong's nose, but when he saw his body twisted, his right leg trembled in mid-air, and he saw that the white silk gradually loosened, and finally his right foot shrank and broke away.

Turning upside down, the left foot is on the ground, and the right palm is slashed obliquely upwards to Li Mochou, who is standing still.

The dragon girl was not busy, her wrist flicked down the white silk, and the small golden ball at the tip made a sound of ding bells, and the small golden ball instantly reversed its direction and hit Hong Qigong's armpit acupoint.

"Huh?"

Yu Guang watched the little golden ball hit the big hole around him quickly and accurately, Hong Qigong immediately closed his palm and slapped away the sudden golden ball, at this time he landed with his right foot, sighed lightly, and didn't pay attention to the little dragon girl.

followed by both palms and hit Li Mochou.

"Whoosh!"

The little dragon girl is also not to be outdone, holding the white silk in her left and right hands, the shadows of her hands are flying, and between the shaking of her wrists, the small golden ball at the tip of her seems to be given life, and she is flexible to Hong Qigong's big acupoints around her body.

As soon as they fought, Hong Qigong knew that the strength of this girl could not be underestimated, and immediately launched a free swimming method to dodge left and right to avoid the small golden ball, and in this way, he could not enter Li Mochou's body for the time being.

secretly said in his heart: If Hanako doesn't use his real skills, he can let this little doll see it all

At that moment, he stood in front of him with his palms crossed, and when the small golden ball was flying quickly, his right palm quickly reached out and accurately grabbed the golden ball.

Feeling the deep internal force conveyed by the white silk, the cold expression of the little dragon girl changed suddenly, and she knew that the depth of the old man's internal strength far exceeded her own.

"Little doll, why did you stop me?!" Holding the golden ball in one hand, Hong Qigong asked the woman in front of him who was so beautiful that he couldn't speak.

Xiaolongnu didn't know Hong Qigong, so naturally she wouldn't talk to him, and when she heard it, she went in and out of her left ear, and she didn't say anything with a cold face, as if she had some deep hatred with him.

"Hey, what a cold female doll, look at the trick!" Hong Qigong was not angry when he saw this, knowing that this girl was not weak, so he immediately pulled the golden bell rope back.

The little dragon girl couldn't hold it back, so she simply flew forward along the white silk, pinching the white silk with one hand, and using the old naughty boy's famous stunt with the other hand, Kongming Fist.

But when he saw that one of them was in the air, and one of them was standing on the ground, each holding one end of white silk, the fight was extremely fierce as soon as they saw each other.

With the traction on the white silk, the little dragon girl kept flying in the air, her legs were out together, and she kept turning her body upside down, and her fists hit Hong Qigong suddenly, giving people to look like a dancing fairy.

Hong Qigong is more and more shocked, this little doll looks no more than sixteen or seventeen years old, a pure internal force I don't know who I learned from, and the boxing moves seem to be real, and his fierce dragon descending eighteen palms are like hitting cotton once they are hit, so he is not uncomfortable.

In fact, Xiaolongnu is twenty-one years old this year, but because the kung fu of the Tomb Sect is quite effective in Zhuyan, and this little girl is usually pure-hearted and unobtrusive, so she looks five or six years younger than her actual age.

It's no wonder that Hong Qigong misunderstood, so even Huang Rong, who was exquisite on all sides, was blindsided, let alone him.

In the field, I saw that the two of them dismantled thirty or forty moves once they fought, Hong Qigong had a vicious eye after all, and as soon as he beat down, he found that Xiaolongnu's boxing skills were very mysterious, but she still had a trace of rustiness when she made it, that is, she was not proficient.

At that moment, he swung his right hand twice and wrapped the white silk tightly around his hand, and then vigorously waved the white silk, causing the little dragon girl's body in mid-air to fly back and forth uncontrollably.

The last pull of the white silk pulled the little dragon girl closer, and the left palm was entrained with a fierce wind and slapped straight away.

The little dragon girl's face changed, and then her right hand let go of the white silk, her weak waist twisted in mid-air, and her body avoided the palm wind horizontally, and fell to the ground lightly.

Meimu looked at Hong Qigong, who was smiling opposite, and the little dragon girl had frost on her face, and suddenly shouted: "Dongzhang! I can't beat him! Here you go! ”

Dongzhang was squatting on the roof at the moment watching the two fight with great interest, rubbed the tip of his nose when he heard the words, and said with a smile: "What are you talking about?" The invincible little dragon girl in the world even has someone who can't be beaten? Tut-tut. Wonderful."

Seeing that the young man did not move, Xiaolongnu was so angry that her face turned white, and she turned around and threw a sentence at Hong Qigong: "Old man, you wait, I'll go get the sword." ”

Seeing that she seemed to be on fire, Dongzhang immediately waved his hand and coaxed repeatedly: "Eh, don't go, don't go, just kidding, just kidding."

Hearing this, the little dragon girl turned her head and didn't look at him, but she really stopped and didn't really rush into the house to get her sword.

After the joke, Dongzhang stood up, looked at Hong Qigong who was looking down, and his eyes narrowed slightly: "Senior Hong, it's okay to come uninvited, it's a bit too much to kill me as soon as we meet."

(End of chapter)