The onlookers, in the old-fashioned crazy and exaggerated noise, missed all the details. But Ren Qiang's father and son have been watching intently what the hexagram seller did.

Ren Qiang's palms were wet and greasy, and he glanced at his son. In the eyes of father and son, they were both dazed and nervous.

The two of them also failed to see the old way! Such a clever person does not know whether he is friend or foe.

The three broken arms are poor, Ren Qiang is not unable to save, but he does not want to. Judging from the old way's methods, he must have been able to help those few Fu cha continue to connect the broken arms, but in the end he didn't connect. Thinking of this, Ren Qiang breathed a sigh of relief.

After the gossip was finished, his eyes looked at the Ren family's father and son, and he sighed and said, "Brother, I just looked at the pity of others, and I was moved by compassion and compassion. We sell hexagrams, cut off the good and evil in the world, and drive away the evil in the world, relying not on a three-inch incorruptible tongue, but all on a benevolent heart. ”

Lao Dao waved his hand and said: "Forget it, it doesn't interfere with the business of the two heroes, I still have to go into the village to set up a stall to sell hexagrams." If you two are thinking about breaking off their future, you might as well come to my shed to help you. ”

Ren Qiang arched his hand and said with a respectful expression: "I've caused trouble to the old immortal." ”

Lao Dao didn't say anything more, turned around and walked away, holding the hexagram flag and entering the gate.

"Dad, when the Taoist Master Lang is out of the house, can we handle it?" Ren Pingsheng asked softly as he walked through the bustling streets and alleys of Si'an Village.

Ren Qiang said: "Don't worry, he won't go out easily." ”

"And what if we get through it?"

"Oh. Ren Qiang glanced at his son, he felt that the statement of clearing the customs was very interesting, "Then of course he must go out." ”

"That's not nonsense. Ren Pingsheng muttered, "Then can we do it?"

"I can't do it. Ren Qiang was straightforward.

Ren Pingsheng looked at his father in surprise and inexplicably, not knowing what kind of medicine he was selling in his gourd.

"This sad heavenly sword path is very pitiful. Ren Qiang explained, "The only way to refine the sword heart is to let someone with a higher realm feed you the sword." The white ape can't do you anymore, so I have to find a Taoist master. ”

Ren Pingsheng was suspicious: "He is more powerful than the white ape? Then why didn't he kill Yajiang and the white ape in the first place, and let them harm the township?"

"Two species that can't threaten you, but can accumulate prestige and profit for you because of their existence, if you are replaced by you, do you have a reason to kill them?"

"What if the tempering of the sword heart fails in the end?" Ren Pingsheng said worriedly.

"If you don't run fast enough, if you don't go far enough, you're going to die. Ren Qiang said leisurely, it seems that what he is talking about is not his son.

"Then you've made it?"

"No, I said, I didn't get any heat, I didn't go to the road at all. ”

Ren Pingsheng was speechless. This tragic sword is really pitted.

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Today's Shanghe Village is especially lively. The original thrilling bloody fight outside the gate has attracted many people to watch. In addition, for the first time in countless years, bartering in the village, no one has levied peace!

The peace payment to Xiangxingtang is not cheap, and the goods, whether they are expensive or low, must pay 2% of the total value. Everyday goods are valued at the market value, while non-everyday goods are valued by the difference.

And these Fucha are generally disciples of Xiangxing Hall, or a disciple with one or two Wuding of the Guardian Academy.

Scar, Yin San and Beard are all disciples of Xiangxingtang. The people who can worship under the door of Xiangxing Hall have an unusual past. But these people can generally only be disciples of the outer hall.

In addition to the outer hall, there are also inner hall disciples in the Xiangxing Hall. The outer disciples only practiced martial arts and did not practice spells, and only the inner hall disciples were eligible to receive the magic teaching of the Langshang Taoist Master.

Those who can enter the inner hall are generally the sons and nephews of the Zhu family.

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In the north of Shanghezhai Town, outside the end of the street and alley, there is a raised highland, with a radius of thirty or forty acres, surrounded by high walls on all sides. It is said that it is a high wall, the arrow buttress wall on the wall, and the ditch arch bridge outside the wall, all of which are complete, and it is simply a miniature version of the city.

Inside the high wall, there is a five-entry mansion, with tall gatehouses and rows of rows.

This is the home of Langshang Taoist Master Zhu Wuyong, Jiujing Villa.

The name of the village is Jiujing, and the five-entry mansion has a total of eight courtyard patios, plus a front yard, which happens to be Jiujing. The whole house, the winding path of the cloister, the houses and terraces, are extremely complicated.

Nine wells and five advances, the meaning of which is self-evident.

Langshang Taoist family, to this Shanghe village foothold, but also more than two hundred years of inheritance, the first few generations, have not made much achievements, just silently hidden in the market, the reception of the ancestry. That is, in recent generations, he gradually revealed extremely high martial arts and became a Taoist master. When it comes to Zhu Wuyong's generation, the prestige of the family background is unmatched for a while, and it seems to be the style of a monarch of a country.

Zhu Wuyong married a total of 8 wives, 5 concubines, and thirteen beauties living in one hall. Although there are no three palaces and six courtyards, it is also very blessed.

In the whole area of no return, with a population of more than 100,000, it is not impossible to say that it is a small country.

In the ancestral hall of the back hall of the fifth entrance, on the incense case screen, there are the portraits of the ancestors of the Zhu family. Cigarettes curl in the hall, and red candles shine. The Taoist master knelt on the futon in front of the incense case, bowed a few times sincerely, and then got up, stood in front of the statues of the ancestors and ancestors, and looked at them silently.

During this time, he was actually very busy, and it was impossible for him to have time to do nothing here and pay tribute to his ancestors. But he stood quietly in the middle of the hall, undisturbed.

An old man in a wheelchair, with all white hair, was slowly pushed out of the inner hall behind the screen by the servant and came to Zhu Wuyong.

The Taoist Master, who was originally standing quietly, hurriedly bent his knees, bowed and saluted, "Knock on Father Jin An." ”

The old man in the wheelchair was the father of the Taoist master, Zhu Changling, the old man said lukewarmly, and then asked: "You haven't been in the back hall for a long time, this time, just to put incense on the ancestors, please give me a peace?"

Zhu Wuyong's face was slightly cramped, but it returned to normal in an instant. He asked the servant of the cart to retreat first, and then squatted down next to the wheelchair and said to his father: "Dad, someone from Shanghezhai came today and said something that concerns the survival of our family, and I dare not report it to my father." ”

"Oh. The old man replied, thoughtful.

Zhu Wuyong then told his father about the conspiracy intentions of Ren Jingping and Ren Jingqiu.

"This Ren Jingping has some means. After hearing the whole thing, Zhu Changling sighed and said, "However, you agreed to them so easily? ”

"Once you come down the mountain and introduce them to the Dao Sect under the mountain, he can sell you as soon as he turns around. There is no need to bother to smooth out those troublesome old accounts for our family. ”

Zhu Wuyong hurriedly responded: "Daddy is wise, and the child also thinks that there are many things wrong with this matter." So I begged my father to borrow the yew cane and use it for the child. In Si'an Village, there are only five or six hundred people, and I am confident that it will not be difficult to find out who the Sword Master of Sorrowful Heaven is. But according to Ren Jingqiu, this person's kendo cultivation is extremely high, and he has been hidden very deeply, so no one knows. ”

"I have a yew staff magic weapon to keep it safe. ”

The old man's deep eyes glanced at his son beside him and asked, "Even if I give you a yew cane, what should I do?"

Zhu Wuyong said: "After finding out the owner of the sword, I asked myself if I could deal with it with all the strength of the Zhu family." Only by controlling the man and the sword in his own hands first, and then he really has a showdown with Yamashita that he can have a bargaining chip. Otherwise, if they just take Ren Jingping and them to report a letter, how can this credit be counted on the Zhu family?"

The old man groaned slightly, and said slowly: "It's okay to deal with it like this." It's just that in this way, according to the practice of the Taiyi Sect, the old and young people in Si'an Village can only accept the catastrophe. ”

Zhu Wuyong sighed and said: "The Ren family in Si'an Village, if there is really a descendant of the Sorrowful Heaven Sword, then the old and young people in the village are not innocent people. But if you take our family because of this, you will be very wronged. ”

The old man closed his eyes and was silent for a long time before he opened his eyes, looked at his eager son beside him and said: "Yew cane is the magic weapon that my ancestors who wish my family to enter the hometown, and in order to deal with the enemy, I sacrificed my life to steal from the sect." The ancestors' testament, this thing is not a last resort, and it must not be allowed to appear. I'm old, and this treasure will be passed on to you and Jiao'er after all. But not now, and not for you to use against an opponent who hasn't explored the details yet. ”

After the old man finished speaking, he didn't look at the look of disappointment on his son's face, he turned his wheelchair upside down, and was about to leave, but he turned his head and said with a solemn expression: "According to the genealogical canon, the Taiyi sect has strict etiquette rules; if you can really lead the Zhu family to return to the sect, Xiangxingtang's various practices here must be reined in." Otherwise, it will bring humiliation and self-destruction. ”

After the old man finished speaking, he pushed the wheel and slowly entered the inner hall.

Zhu Wuyong stood in the hall, with a look of indignation, but he was helpless, after all, he still bowed a few times to the incense screen and went out. But I saw an inner hall disciple, who hurriedly ran outside, sweating all over his head.

As soon as the disciple saw the Taoist Master come out, he hurriedly bowed down and said, "Master, it's not a good thing. The three outer cousins who were on duty in Zhaimen today were each cut off an arm and carried back. This will be in the front yard in the ear room, waiting to be treated. ”

Zhu Wuyong's face was like frost, and he asked coldly: "Who is the one who caused the accident?"

According to the people present at the time, it was the hunter father and son of Si'an Village. The only one who shot was the boy, and he used a broad-bladed iron sword, but the iron sword was already so rusty that it had long since lost its edge. ”

Hunter father and son, needless to say, both know who it is. For there is only one hunter on the whole mountain of no return, and the hunter has only one son.

"Hmm. Daoist Master Langshang was bored in his heart, and after listening to the disciple's speech, he lost interest and waved his hand, "This kind of thing, let your senior brother deal with it." If there is any situation, I will report it again. ”

"Yes. ”

The inner hall disciple said no more and bowed out.

The elder brother Zhu Tianfeng, is Zhu Wuyong's own nephew, lost his father at an early age, grew up in Jiujing Villa since he was a child, and followed the Taoist master to learn art. Whether it is magic practice or martial arts realm, Zhu Tianfeng is the best among his peers, and he is also recognized as the most promising person to inherit the mantle of Taoism.

Zhu Wuyong's own son, Zhu Tianjiao, is only thirteen years old, although he is deeply loved by his father and grandfather, he is a typical stubborn child;

The gentlemen who were invited by the family to enlighten him in the early years were not a dozen or less than ten, and they were either angry with him or were turned into various traps by him, and his head was broken and bleeding, and his body was bruised, and he could not teach.

The elders in the family have tried their best to deal with this lawless second ancestor, and they have always been helpless.