Yang Shengming is only the lowest deacon in the Mingwang Sect, doing the most things and getting the least benefits, so when he has the opportunity, how can he make more money, originally there were nobles in the sect who had an accident, Yang Shengming and several deacons who were also humble were assigned to this drudgery without oil and water, and they complained bitterly.

I didn't think that in this city, I could have some unexpected income.

He looked up at his old friend, whose temples were already a little gray, and weighed the money in his hand twice.

The two looked at each other and smiled, all without saying a word,

However, there are some things that they are still measured, and there is a reason why they will be released quickly after getting some benefits.

The Mingwang Sect's path banner waving in the wind proves that this group of businessmen must have something to do with some priests in the sect.

You don't have to go up and offend people, do you?

It would be nice to pluck some wool out of these fat sheep.

As for the slightly obtrusive little beggar in the group, I guess which guy with a unique taste has a preference.

As for the rumored bold person, it is said that her face is overwhelming, how can she be a little beggar

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On the post road outside the dreadnought city, the long convoy walked slowly, although the summer was over, but for the northern seclusion of "autumn is winter", this is already the best situation before the winter.

The trees on both sides of the post road are full of lantern-like flowers.

A petal was gently plucked by the wind.

It was about to fall on the shoulders of the inconspicuous little beggars in the convoy.

The petals spun suddenly, fell into the mud, and were trampled to pieces.

Fifty miles away from the broken flower, on a nameless hillside, a mountain full of poplars, luan, green pines, etc., all turned into powder.

A middle-aged man dressed in white, even if his face is sinking like water at the moment, he can't stop the handsomeness in his face, they all say that men are wine, and the older they are, the more flavorful they are, but they are afraid that this kind of person is being said.

It seems that he alone has taken up everything from the handsomeness unique to the handsomeness of young people to the heroism unique to middle-aged people, that is, as the saying goes, you can eat by your face, but if such a man doesn't rely on his face, it will be very jealous.

Because he was holding a scimitar like a willow leaf, the knife was a foot long, and the whole body was glowing with metallic luster, but it also had an eerie green color.

The scimitar rotated lightly around the man, like a flying green mandarin bird, and the aura was compelling.

The mountains of flowers and trees had turned to powder, and he could only stand on a bare hillside.

The man standing across from him was sallow-faced, skinny, with sunken cheeks, and he was holding a giant sword, looking a little shaky.

If he is described as a fairy, then his opponent is a ghost and a demon......

The man in white frowned and said:

"Jiayue Gong, everyone knows who is right and who is wrong in this matter, your apprentice...... Well, or your son, I'm afraid only he knows what he did, and my apprentice will definitely not kill people for no reason. ”

The sword-wielding man known as Jiayue Gong seemed to have heard a big joke, and said with a smile:

"Lord Liushao, you also know that it is my son, no matter how wrong the child is, he will not be guilty to death, not to mention that even if the high priest of my Ming Wang Sect makes a mistake, he will have his own Sun Shine Division to judge, and your apprentice will naturally be severely punished if he kills a high priest in private. ”

The mountain wind tugged at the white coat of the handsome man, he stood with his hands in his hands, and said indifferently:

"Never die?"

The man holding the sword is actually not very old, only forty years away, but his overly thin body and bearing give people a feeling of twilight.

At this time, the man holding the sword smiled and said:

"I have heard for a long time that the young master of Tianhai Pavilion is five years old, and he is already the peak of the realm at the age of fourteen, and he entered the realm of heaven at the age of sixteen, and he is a genius! ”

King Ming, who claimed to be a person in Chi, taught Jia Yuegong a horizontal heavy sword, and then withdrew his hands, and the heavy sword that looked like it was heavy slowly floated in front of him.

"But today, someone Chi dared to comprehend the Tianhai Pavilion. ”

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The convoy slowly drove away from the post road, and everyone repaired on a tea stall, no one knew that there were peerless masters fighting desperately on a hillside dozens of miles away.

Changqing took the tea rolled out of the inferior tea leaves and drank it all.

Coarse tea has its own coarse tea charm, coarse tea can be drunk painfully, and the half-hot tea rolls into the throat, which makes people feel shocked, and then enter the abdomen, and the fatigue is reduced.

The tea stall is not big, and as soon as the convoy arrives, there is a sense of hustle and bustle when it is full. Qin Huaibin and Changqing sat at the same table, and the little beggar naturally stood beside Changqing, and under Changqing's strong request, he sat on another stool.

Changqing put down the cup.

The little beggar picked up the tea in front of him and looked at the rising mist on the teacup.

As if the wind had blown open the curtain, the little beggar slightly opened the long hair that covered his face.

Changqing subconsciously looked at it, and the mist of the tea blocked the view, but it still left a strange beauty.

This kind of beauty is very pinched, it should not appear in such a place, it should not appear in a little beggar.

If it shouldn't be, then it shouldn't be, and if it does, it's unreasonable.

At this time, two people walked slowly at the end of the post road, a handsome middle-aged man in white, but this person's white clothes were full of scratches and blood stains, and his long sleeves had been broken into strips of cloth.

The other person was also embarrassed, carrying a giant sword on his back, his skinny body was a little rickety, his sunken cheeks were blue, and he coughed from time to time, and everyone who saw him couldn't help but think that this sick basket would not think that he was a Xiliang warrior, and he would be crushed to death by the giant sword in the next moment.

The two of them are getting closer and closer to the evergreen table.

The little beggar had slowly gotten up and stood behind Changqing.

Changqing put down the cup in his hand and asked lightly:

"When did you first think I could take you out of that city, presumably when we went to get the way, maybe sooner. ”

The little beggar standing behind Changqing suddenly spoke, and there was no cowardice in his tone that a beggar should have, but was full of confidence:

"My name is Song Jing. ”

Changqing turned his back to Song Jing and nodded.

"Do you want to know why I became like this and why I killed people?"

Changqing shook his head and said, "That's your business." ”

Song Jing smiled and said, "That makes sense." ”

Changqing frowned: "The problem now is that because of your business, all of us will be in danger. ”

Song Jing stretched out her hand and put it on Changqing's shoulder, sighed and said:

"I'm sorry, but even if everyone dies later, I will beg the master to save your life. ”

Changqing said stupidly:

"Don't say it, I don't think your master can even keep you, let alone someone like me who doesn't want to do it. ”

The beggar Song Jing nodded again and said:

"Makes sense. ”

Qin Huaibin touched the rim of the cup with one hand, listening to the conversation between the young people, thinking about how to break the situation.

Obviously, the two people who came from the intersection are terrifying, and their dozen brothers are not opponents combined, not to mention that they don't know who is the enemy and who is the friend now, but fortunately, the two people don't seem to be in good shape.

Qin Huaibin raised his hand and said to the two of them who sat down by themselves as soon as they came:

"Nanzhao Wuji helps Qin Huaibin. ”

The middle-aged man in white smiled slightly and said very kindly:

"Tianhai Pavilion is full of streams. ”

Qin Huaibin's heart moved slightly.

The scrawny man with the sword on his back over there replied lightly:

"King Ming teaches someone in the pool. ”

Qin Huaibin's heart was shocked, Tianhai Pavilion was a great sect with a transcendent status in Beiyou, and there were countless masters in the sect, and the scale was even better than that of Bujian Mountain.

And the person carrying the sword turned out to be someone from Jiayue Gongchi, one of the four major dukes of the Northern Youming King Sect.

The status of the four princes of the Ming King Sect is only the Pope and the Great Elder, the Pope has been suspended for more than ten years, and the Great Elder is ghostly, so the actual rulers of the Ming King Sect are these four Grand Dukes.

The deputy gang leader of the Wuji Gang, how can this identity not be enough to see, Qin Huaibin was shocked in his heart, and couldn't help but think about how long he could last in this kind of master if he recovered from his injury, a moment or two moments.

The stall owner saw that two more customers came, although it was a little weird, but there was still money to come for tea.

Hurriedly and enthusiastically served two new cups of tea.

Liu Mantian smelled the fragrance of tea, as if this inferior tea was as fragrant as the top red conch Guanyin.

Chi someone directly picked up the tea bowl and dried the whole bowl of half-hot tea.

It's still a little unpleasant, and when I looked up and saw the posture of the flowing sky, I quipped:

"Miss Liu, don't smell it if you don't drink it, Lao Tzu is thirsty, you might as well give it to me." ”

Liu Mantian raised his head, stared at his face and said:

"If you're not beautiful, don't think about it. ”

Someone in the pool was stupid.

Qin Huaibin shook his head.

Chi someone continued to urn and said angrily:

"I just fought with this, I was going to decide life and death, but I also fought five or five, of course, if it is not impossible to fight to the death, but the surname Liu said that if you fight a fish to die and the net is broken, you don't see the main owner until you die, you don't ask the truth, isn't it unclear that you are dead, I think it makes sense, you talk well next, because this determines the life and death of your master and me. ”

Song Jing said with a smile:

"Why is it not me who died, but you and my master who died. ”

Chi someone said angrily:

"Hehe, it is rumored that Tianhai Pavilion has a double snow lotus, and the old snow lotus raises a little snow lotus, which is not only beautiful and not like people, but also smart, but I look at it today, not only is it not beautiful, but it is not smart. ”

Liu Mantian picked up the tea, took a sip slowly, and said:

"He kills you, I don't agree, and I can only lose with him, so he can't kill you, and once he and I fight hard, only two people will die together. ”

The little beggar suddenly reached out and brushed up the hair that was covering his eyes.

Qin Huaibin, who was sitting in the opposite direction, subconsciously lost his mind slightly, you must know that as a master of the realm, there is absolutely no possibility of losing his mind in such an environment.

But still a little distracted, so what does that mean?

Changqing turned around in curiosity.

In addition to the delicacy between the eyebrows and eyes, there is also some spring water slowly rippling in general, but a pretty face is obviously seven points pure, really like the snow lotus on the top of the sky, even if it is still a beggar's hair attire at this time, but like the soil where the snow lotus grows, no one will feel that the soil is dirty, so no one feels that this beggar costume at this moment still has its original meaning.

Because the countenance was too dazzling.

Even someone in Jiayue Gongchi was stunned for a moment, so he grabbed it with one hand.

This hand does not have any qi fluctuations, it is purely an ordinary hand.

But no one would doubt that if this grasp was caught on someone in that pool, the other party would definitely die here.

But that grasp ended up on the scabbard behind Chi's back. There was a sound of gold and stone colliding.

After the sneak attack was fruitless, Liu Mantian slowly withdrew his hand and coughed again.

But both of them tacitly acted as if nothing had happened.

Song Jing's voice suddenly relaxed a little:

"You're so badly injured, don't think about fighting. ”

Qin Huaibin narrowed his eyes, these two supreme masters were obviously seriously injured at this time.

If he had a chance of winning, he shook his head again, even if he could, he would definitely die.

The Heavenly Realm is the Heavenly Realm in the end.

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