The night sky is clear, the lights are on, on one of the most noisy streets in the center of Chicheng, there are dancing pavilions and singing platforms everywhere, Goolan wine shops, a golden dazzling high-rise building is particularly spectacular, here is Huangcheng Street, this is Wanjin Tower.

Drunk gold indulged in a lifetime, never cultivated like a fairy. I don't know which self-proclaimed genius wrote this poem after venting his desires, which has become a true portrayal here.

The two huge Han Baishi lions at the gate of Wanjin Lou are majestic, showing the status of Wanjin Building, the bustling crowd detours here, not ordinary people can enter this place to drink and gamble, but also because there is an eye-catching person tied to the door!

Herod –

A jet-black carriage stopped abruptly in front of the gate of Wanjin Building, and a long and narrow figure walked down, with a hat on his head, a large fluttering body on his body, and a red sandalwood long sword in his hand.

The person who came noticed the person tied behind the stone lion, just sneered and walked straight in.

"Big brother, you're back, my brother deliberately took a break from business tonight to pick up the wind and wash the dust for you, haha."

A hearty voice sounded in Wanjin Building, a person wearing brocade clothes, a strong body, and the sapphire ring on the index finger of his right hand was very eye-catching, he was the big boss of Wanjin Building, Peng Jiu.

The hall on the first floor of Wanjin Building is the place of banquet, golden and splendid, there is a spacious stage in the middle, the ground is covered with a red brocade carpet, and there is a colorful tiger skin two zhang wide in the middle to welcome guests, the place that was originally the tiger's eye is inlaid with two Western Regions agate, which is very intimidating.

After the person entered the door, he walked down the steps step by step, and the door behind him was closed by the next person guarding the door, he took off the hat, revealing a green hosta, with long temples, obviously a Taoist priest, nearly forty years old, but a pair of sharp eyes. He is a certain elder in the Chishan Gate, Peng Tian.

Peng Jiu smiled and greeted Peng Tian on the stage and took a seat, he deliberately set up a big table on the stage, there was no one in the hall, and a beautiful maid on the side understood, picked up the jade wine pot and poured wine for the two.

"Ninth brother, why did you tie someone at the door and help you guard the door?" Peng Tian asked.

"Humph!" Peng Jiu sneered and replied: "That guy dares to steal money from a gambling house under me, this is not tied to the door, first, to vent anger, and second, to warn the entire Chicheng!" ”

Peng Tian casually picked up the wine glass and took a sip, with a calm face, and said with a little displeasure: "It's just stealing money, and you are ruthless, not to mention, you have to be low-key, you just have too much temper." ”

Peng Jiu's face moved when he heard this, and he walked over with a smile to pour wine for Peng Tian with his own hands, and teased: "Hehe, as long as my brother is here, I, Peng Jiu, can cover the sky with one hand in Chicheng." ”

Peng Tian suddenly glanced at Peng Jiu, signaling that someone else was not talking more, but Peng Jiu felt that it didn't matter, patted Peng Tian's shoulder, and comforted: "It's okay, this is Wanjin Building!" ”

Probably out of deliberate arrogance, Peng Jiu picked up the wine glass, raised his voice and said loudly: "As for being ruthless, I want you and my brother to break into the Li Mansion with two swords back then and kill all the guards of the Li Mansion, as early as then, I, Peng Jiu, have been ruthless!" If you mix on the road, you have to be ruthless, and it's scary, no one has dared to investigate this case so far, haha! ”

Speaking of this, Peng Jiuyin laughed coldly.

Peng Jiuyi poured a glass of wine with great joy, turned to look at the maid, his eyes were shining with a fierce light, the latter lowered his head in horror, and only listened to his instructions: "Go, let the servants serve the delicacies!" ”

The maid answered in a panic and left.

……

Outside the Wanjin Tower, the man with the chain around his neck was originally unconscious, and a drop of water in the night sky happened to fall on the top of his bare head, and under the disturbance of a trace of coolness, his body trembled and woke up.

This person is the master of the Heavenly Dao Observation that has been imprisoned for many days, and the old way of the dice.

At this time, the dice were old, the two clumps of hair around the head were no longer fluffy, they were stuck together, there were several bruises on the head and face, and one cheek was swollen severely, and the molars should have been knocked out.

In addition to the ragged robe, it was impossible to judge from the face that the dice Lao Dao was injured heavily, but he looked obviously weak, I saw him turn his head and look at the dog bowl next to him, and found that there was some swill in it, so he hurriedly leaned over tremblingly, grabbed it with his hand and ate it indiscriminately, and his tenacious vitality was vividly embodied.

Three points down, full of warm thoughts, the dice Lao Dao remembered Zong Yang, and couldn't help but cry, he was most worried about Zong Yang's situation, so he lived in order to be able to see Zong Yang again, just picked up a vegetable leaf to eat, but saw a familiar figure inexplicably appeared in front of him.

The dice old man was afraid that it was an illusion, so he rubbed his eyes with his hands stained with soup, and then looked at it, two lines of old tears gushed out, and he lost his voice: "Yang'er!" ”

Zong Yang did come, his long hair flew in the night, his pale face was particularly eye-catching, his eyes were like two points of starlight, although he was godless, he was extremely mad. He stood silently, his body trembling, because what met his eyes was the broken foot of the old dice!

The old dice's feet were cut off raw, and although the wound was smeared with medicine, it had begun to pus, and a large patch of pus and blood flowed on the broken grass mat that was cushioned, and it was sticky.

"Yang'er, why are you here!" The dice old man said urgently.

Zong Yang's eyes moved, and when he saw the master's emaciated face and that eager expression, he instantly clenched the sword in his hand. Although he was still silent, the monstrous killing intent was brewing in his blood!

The old man stared at Zong Yang, wanting to take a closer look before Zong Yang ran, but after not seeing him for many days, he suddenly had a feeling that he didn't know Zong Yang, and his whole temperament changed. He suddenly had a delusion, did the pictures he had imagined over the years come true?

One day, the beloved disciple I raised with one hand will hold a long sword in my hand and look at the world!

Zong Yang suddenly retracted his fierce anger, his eyes softened, he knelt on one knee, stretched out his hand to hold the dirty and greasy hand of the old man of the dice, and murmured bitterly: "Master." ”

The old man smiled embarrassedly, the wrinkles on his face were twisted, and he said with a somewhat disconnected gaze: "Yang'er, it was the master who dragged down the Taoist temple, and even more dragged you down." ”

"Master, did you really steal money?" Zong Yang couldn't bear to accept this fact.

The old man avoided Zong Yang's burning gaze, his lips trembled involuntarily, and he barely nodded after a few breaths, and then his face turned kind, and he put his hand into his arms and took out a somewhat rancid chicken leg.

"Yang'er, this is specially kept by the master for you, just as it is for your birthday, I wanted to steal some money for you to eat, who knew that after so many years of walking in the rivers and lakes, stealing money is the first time, and I am unfamiliar~ hehe."

The chicken leg was stuffed into Zong Yang's hand, and the old man habitually licked the little greasy residue in his hand, and the number of times the master and apprentice could eat meat over the years was really rare.

Zong Yang understood the hard work of the old way of dice, and looked at the chicken leg in his hand, his eyes were covered with a layer of mist.

"Damn, don't act here, don't play here, fuck off!"

Without a curse, one leg swept towards Zong Yang's lower abdomen with a strong wind, he was kicked to the ground strongly, and the chicken leg fell, but the long sword in his hand was firmly held.

"Yang'er, you go quickly!" Although the old way of dice has a thousand words in his belly, he can't afford to delay.

Zong Yang raised his dusty face, just in time to see someone step on the chicken leg, twist it hard, and then kick it to the old way of the dice, the old way of the dice flew upside down like a sandbag, but the chain tied around his neck was tightened, and the old way of the dice was torn off from the air, and the old way of the dice in pain almost passed out.

Master has strength but no courage, and you have courage but no strength!

But they have no power......

But there is no power!

The old man seemed to be shouting Zong Yang's name, but the latter's eardrums seemed to be isolated, and instead of a "buzzing" sound, a wave of anger finally rushed to his heart, and he lost his mind in an instant.

The old man of the dice and the subordinates guarding the door were shocked at the same time, because Zong Yang's dark eyes gradually turned into terrifying bloody eyes!

A gust of wind swept through the sand, Zong Yang slowly stood up, his pale right hand pressed the hilt of the sword, and a black magic pattern appeared on his wrist, filled with a thick black gas, strange and charming, and this sword that had been sealed for a long time by the Heavenly Dao Temple was finally unsheathed!

"Ahh What a weirdo, it's a demon! The two men guarding the door were instantly frightened by the strange and terrifying scene in front of them, stepped back, and pushed the door open with a shout.

Peng Jiu in the hall saw the change, and shouted violently: "What's the matter?!" What are you yelling about?! ”

"Ninth Master, there's an evil demon outside!" As soon as the voices of the two gatekeepers fell, Zong Yang walked in with a sword.

Under the eyes of everyone, Zong Yang's footsteps were silent, and in the huge space, only the sound of the long sword slowly unsheathed was quiet.

When Peng Tian saw Zong Yang with blood-red eyes, he couldn't help frowning, thinking what kind of weird Taoism is this?

"What a deal! Don't call anyone yet! Peng Jiu's pupils shrank, after all, he was a bully who was used to seeing the scene, he came to his senses and slapped the table, got up to get his weapon.

One of the gatekeepers was called back to his soul, and he jumped upstairs with vague steps, and in a moment, a group of vicious guards with Pu knives rushed downstairs, about eight or nine people, and Zong Yang had already walked to the center of the hall.

"Qi—why are you!" As soon as the face of the leading guard was relaxed, he recognized Zong Yang, and he was the leader of the Parallel Heaven Dao Temple that day.

"Who is he?" Peng Tian asked vigilantly.

"That famous waste disciple of the Heavenly Dao Temple!"

"Oh?" When Peng Tian heard this, his heart was relieved, it seemed that he was too worried just now, how could a mere Taoist disciple have any Taoist methods that could be on the table, it was nothing more than a small skill of carving insects.

"Cut him!" Peng Jiu, who came back with a knife, ordered angrily, staring at Zong Yang with his eyes, like a bloodthirsty wolf.

"Hehe, please don't be impatient, this waste won't be in your eyes at all." The lead guard teased.

"Haha." As soon as the guards smiled, they all went to the Heavenly Dao Temple, and they also witnessed the humiliation suffered by Zong Yang.

Zong Yang discarded the dusty scabbard in his left hand, held the sword in one hand, and danced in the air, he was adjusting to the weight of this sword.

This scene was so funny in the eyes of everyone, and it was ridiculed again, among which a guard pressed his sore stomach and walked towards Zongyang with a big grin.

Seeing this, Zong Yang pointed a sword at the person who came, and did not move.

This guard may have been annoyed by Zong Yang's sword pointing at the front door, and waved his sword to cut the sword in Zong Yang's hand.

Zong Yang took a breath, and when the other party stepped into a zhang, the long sword suddenly retracted, he held the sword in his backhand, and a harrier leaned over, and when the two were about to pass by, the blade cut the right hand tendon of the guard.

"Ahh The guard turned around with a scream, only to see a flash of sword light in front of him, and the tendons of his left hand were broken.

Give someone a taste of their own medicine!

The ridicule stopped abruptly, and the other guards rushed forward, Zong Yang did not take a step back, the long sword in his hand danced with sword light, and it was done in one go, and after three breaths, those guards were all defeated, and each of them had broken their hands and tendons.

In the end, the sword in Zong Yang's hand had been sealed in the throat of the leading guard, and the latter was still shocked at this time, secretly saying that this is still the waste senior brother who let him be humiliated a few days ago?!

Zong Yang's eyes were blood-red, his face was expressionless, like a cold-blooded killer who killed without blinking, he sent the sword away, forcing the leading guard to retreat sharply, but the leading guard retreated in a hurry, his legs tripped against each other, and he fell to the ground with his butt.

"Whew-"

Zong Yang stepped on the crotch of the leading guard, and the latter sat up like a corpse, and was kicked over by Zong Yang, and the long sword was crossed, and the person was also broken from his tendons.

"Die." Peng Jiu made a preemptive move, and while Zong Yang was focusing on the leading guard, he slashed over with a knife.

Zong Yang raised his head suddenly, his bloody eyes locked on the knife in Peng Jiu's hand, the sword groaned, and the sword shadow was remnant, "When-dang-" twice, he stood still, and when Peng Jiu flew by, he broke Peng Jiu's left arm and brought a bloody arrow.

Peng Jiu fell in the distance, and he was not in a hurry to fight back, but took three more steps back and waited to see what happened.

"Your swordsmanship shouldn't come from a mere Taoist temple." Only then did Peng Tian move his hand to the long sword placed on the table, and his voice also attracted Zong Yang's attention.

At this time, Zong Yang was terrifying, and the leading guard was lying on the ground in fear and retreated, and Zong Yang walked towards Peng Tian step by step.

In fact, every move of Zong Yang comes from the old way of dice, but the swordsmanship and the move of the battle are two levels, it can only be said that at the moment, he is more than ten times more clever than the old way of dice.

Qiang –

Peng Tian came out of the sword, from holding the sword out of the sheath to setting the starting style, only in the electric light! The sound of the sword still lingering.

The strong man made a move, and the momentum was extraordinary, but Zong Yang didn't have these in his eyes, only the enemy!

Ding-ding-ding-ding-

Zong Yang was already entangled with Peng Tian, but every time he made a sword, he did not hurt the enemy, but he paid the price of blood arrows in his body, not because his swordsmanship was inferior to Peng Tian, but because he was ......

Strength!

Although Zong Yang entered a strange and violent state, his strength was still weak, presumably because his original body was too weak.

"You're still a little bit behind, you definitely can't win against me." Peng Tian took out his sword with one hand, although he was fighting, his Zhongqi was as steady as a rock, and he could speak calmly.

Zong Yang's blood-stained clothes were about to swing his sword to attack again, but he heard Peng Jiu shouting in the distance, and looked intently, but saw that the door was open, and Peng Jiu's right hand clamped the back of the neck of the old way of the dice, and he was alive in the air.

Poor dice old way, both feet are lost, and there is a broken chain around his neck, like a dead soul that has been snatched away by impermanence, and he can't help himself.

"I'll kill him now, see what you can do!" Peng Jiu laughed wildly and exerted his right hand, the pain of the dice was unbearable, the green tendons in his throat burst out, he turned his head forcefully, and spat bloody spit on him.

Zong Yang was in a hurry, and he was about to save him with his sword, but Peng Tian immediately crossed in front of him and blocked the way. The two fought again, Zong Yang was still defeated, and finally knelt on one knee, supporting his body with a sword, annoyed.

"What the fuck you!" Peng Jiu was furious and threw the dice to the ground and slashed down with a knife.

The sound of the blade slashing into the flesh and bones stimulated Zong Yang's nerves, and the splashing blood rain made his bloody eyes even more scarlet, "Ah! He roared hysterically.

Peng Tian turned a blind eye and sneered.

Furious, I saw a strange scene happen again, on the basis of the original magic pattern on Zong Yang's right arm, some magic patterns were derived.

"Oh?" Peng Tian felt something strange.

Whoosh –

Zong Yang jumped up from the spot, holding his sword and flashing towards Peng Tian, his blood-red eyes did not deter the latter, but this sword move shocked the other party.

The tip of the sword struck, Peng Tian's sword was actually shaken open, and then the middle door was opened, and Zong Yang's sword was like a Milky Way Waterfall, pouring thousands of miles!

Peng Jiu hadn't recovered from the excitement of killing, but when he saw Peng Tian fall at Zong Yang's feet, his heart couldn't bear it all of a sudden, and he froze in place.

Zong Yang held the sword diagonally, the tip of the sword dripping with Peng Tian's blood, and stepped over Peng Tian towards the last enemy.

"Lao Tzu fights!" Peng Jiu was reckless by nature, and when he saw his brother being beheaded to the ground, he was bound to fight for his life with Zong Yang.

When the enemies saw each other, their eyes were red, Zong Yang also wanted to kill Peng Jiu, and the two rushed to each other, but unfortunately although Peng Jiu dominated Chicheng, in front of Zong Yang, the knife technique seemed so immature.

Under the two swords, Zong Yang destroyed the withering and decayed and directly defeated Peng Jiu, and then pointed the sword in front of him, his right hand was loosened, and his left hand was pushed towards the hilt of the sword with his palm, and the long sword shot towards Peng Jiu like an arrow off the string, and a sword pierced and roared.

Peng Jiu covered his neck with his right hand, raised his left hand in front of him, blood gushed out of his mouth and he couldn't make a sound, and fell to the ground in pain.

Hmm-

Zong Yang spat out a mouthful of blood, stretched out his right hand to his chest, and pulled out a short arrow.

It turned out that Peng Jiu shot a sleeve arrow when he was dying, but fortunately, he was in a hurry, and his left arm was injured by Zong Yang before, and he lost his head.

Seeing that the Peng brothers were both killed, those guards scattered as birds and beasts, and the huge Wanjin Building was silent in the blink of an eye.

His eyes gradually faded to blood red, and the magic pattern on his right hand disappeared, Zong Yang came to his senses, although he was injured on his body, he still felt that there was still an inexplicable strength left. He walked up to the dice old man as if he had lost his soul and knelt down in front of him.

The old dice who was crushed by his long-cherished wish, gave up on himself, and was a scoundrel, but loved Zong Yang very much, just lay quietly in a pool of blood, and there was no sound anymore.

Zong Yang picked up the chicken leg covered with mud and sand in a distracted manner, and swallowed it in a big gulp, and the tears were already pouring out, perhaps the chicken leg was stuck in his throat, so that he couldn't shout a word in a whimper, just bit the chicken leg and kowtowed heavily to the old way of the dice, this sound shocked everyone onlookers.

The grace of nurturing cannot be repaid.

The pain of losing a teacher is like the sky collapsing.

……

After a long time, Zong Yang took advantage of the strength he still had the strength to pick up the dice and old way, set fire to the Wanjin Building, and disappeared into the night.