Juancheng - these are two simple and tenacious characters, written on the head of the city in such a mottled way, and reflected in the eyes of the people in front of the city.

Since ancient times, this place has been a battleground for soldiers, and the cities and people here have also suffered from the suffering of soldiers and the hatred of displacement. From the "Battle of Chengpu" between Jin and Chu in the Spring and Autumn Period to the "Battle of Juancheng" between the Tang and Cao armies today, the war lasted for thousands of years. But this ancient city is still strong here, and the people here are still alive and well.

Wei Qimu looked at this ancient city with his head raised and was full of emotion in his heart. He had no intention of coming to Juancheng, but after many twists and turns, he still came to this city gate. He didn't know what was strange about this place, and he didn't know what strange people there were, but now he was here. Is it because of Shang Junchang and Zhang Fengchen? Is it because of the martial arts factions and the Green Forest gangs? Or is it because of Di Yao and Sun Bin who died here? He didn't know, so he simply stopped thinking about it.

The banner of the grass army above the city gate is simple to make, but its momentum has not diminished*. This banner is divided into three types, respectively written "grass", "king", "Shang" three big characters, naturally representing the grass army, Wang Xianzhi, Shang Junchang.

In front of the city gate, a group of grass soldiers was guarding, checking on the passers-by. Seeing that the soldiers and the people were safe here, Chonglin was very happy, and said: "Tut, but in a few months, this Juancheng will be surnamed Cao and not Tang, and he is still a good man!"

Wen Junping said to everyone: "We have known from the way to Juancheng that many people in the rivers and lakes have poured into the city. As for why, I don't know. But now that we're here, let's take the chance. ”

Miss Qin also smiled and said, "If we go to meet Shang Piaoshuai, I don't know if he will see us?"

After Miss Qin regained her senses, her body gradually recovered, but she didn't dare to look back at the lake tower. She asked Junping and Wei Qimu several times hard, willing to be slaves and maids, and serve left and right. Naturally, the two of them couldn't ask for it, and Wei Qimu was afraid that he would catch her back after leaving the Soul Palace, so he took her on the road with him. Miss Qin was happy in her heart, and sang and danced for a few of them along the way, and everyone was also full of blessings.

The seven people in this group, Wei Qimu, Huang Zhen, Wen Junping, Qin Girl, Chong Lin, Lin Chong, and Wang Jing, all seemed to be interested in Shang Junchang, who had become famous for more than a year, so they stepped through the city gate together.

Wei Qimu wore a new hat, after all, the Manichaeans were still chasing him, so it was better to save a point of trouble or a point. But Huang Zhen did not wear the veil again at the insistence of everyone. When they asked Junping and the others to see her for the first time, they were all full of praise, and secretly compared her with Miss Qin. But these two women didn't know that they hadn't been together for long, and they were already talking and laughing like sisters.

Juancheng is different from the past, and the residents and pedestrians on the streets of Fang City have not become scarce because of the war. The original people were not harassed by the grass army, and the new merchants who came in were not stopped by the grass army. And the biggest difference is that you can see people carrying swords everywhere here. There are famous families, some are reckless and strong, some are in groups, and some are alone.

Although the opening of markets and quiet streets in all counties of Zhuzhou are far less rigorous than before, fortunately, there are often patrolling grass troops on all streets in Juancheng, so there has been no armed fights and fires here-here, it is always necessary to give Shang Jun a long face.

Everyone planned to wait and see here for a while, so they were ready to find an inn to make a point. Maybe not everyone would give Shang Jun a long face, so they still heard the sound of fighting in the depths of this long street.

Wei Qimu and the others rushed to find the sound, only to see two men and two women standing in the middle of the street, and these four people were surrounded by more than a dozen people. One of them, a man and two women, was already under control, and only a lame young man was left struggling to support him. The man who fought with him was a middle-aged man in his forties, and the sound of the fight was made by these two people.

Although the lame young man was holding a long sword, and the middle-aged man was bare-handed, the young man's skills were inferior after all, and he still only had the power to parry, coupled with the disability on his leg, he was hit several times by the middle-aged man one after another. Seeing that he couldn't support it, the young man didn't seem to know the pain, gritted his teeth and didn't make a sound, fighting to the death.

"Du Men's "Autumn Wind and Falling Leaves" and Kong Men's "The Sword of the Mean", these two factions fight, which is somewhat interesting. Wen Junping said to everyone.

Huang Zhen shook her head lightly and sighed: "I'm afraid that within three moves, this young man will be defeated." ”

Wei Qimu naturally knows this "Mean Sword Technique", and he himself will know it. It's just that the swordsmanship used by this lame young man is far less subtle than what he has learned. Wei Qimu thought about it for a while, and he had already guessed a rough idea, "It must be that although Confucianism got rid of Confucianism, it did not inherit all the martial arts, so it became worse and worse." This is where the heritage of the hundred schools lies, and it is also the reason why the rivers and lakes still dare not underestimate the hundred schools, even if many of them think that the hundred schools have become extinct.

Wei Qimu was thinking to himself, when he suddenly heard the middle-aged man shout: "Stop the long halberd!"

This is the stunt of the empty hand white blade in "Autumn Wind Falling Leaves Palm". I saw the middle-aged man's palms flying, and his right palm suddenly grabbed from the diagonal down, an arc, around the sword body, hitting the young man's wrist, the long sword fell to the ground, and at the same time the left hand hit his abdomen. The boy could no longer hold it and fell to the ground, but his eyes were stubborn and refused to cry out in pain.

The middle-aged man walked up to the lame young man, stepped on his face with one foot, and said in a cold voice: "Even if you are a lame man, you dare to kill the person of Dumen, and now let you pay for it with blood!" With that, he picked up the long sword that fell to the side with his toes, rolled in the air, and fell straight to the young man's chest!

The three men who were in the same door as the lame boy were all shocked and shouted, "Don't!"

But the three of them were already under the control of others and could not save each other, and the seriously injured lame boy was even more powerless to dodge, so he simply closed his eyes and waited for death to come.

At this critical moment, Miss Qin covered her mouth with her hands, and her face was discolored. Several other people also wanted to save people, but this time the fastest was not the outstanding Wen Junping, but Wei Qimu.

I saw Wei Qimu rise up in the air in the flat, and when the tip of the sword was less than half an inch away from the lame young man's chest, he clamped the hilt of the long sword with his feet, and immediately swept him aside and held the long sword in his hand.

And Wen Junping was full of afterimages, but in a breath, he had already saved the other three. Miss Qin also stepped forward and helped the lame boy up.

This lame young man is none other than Luo Shen, a disciple of Confucius, and the middle-aged man is naturally Li Yuntian, an elder of Dumen.

Li Yuntian was annoyed when he saw this, this was undoubtedly slapping him in the face of Dumen, and he shouted loudly: "Who is the boy, dare to take care of my Dumen's affairs!" After that, without waiting for Wei Qimu to answer, he used the "Autumn Wind Falling Leaves Palm" to attack it continuously.

Wei Qimu was too lazy to talk, and only suddenly unfolded the Confucian "Sword Art of the Mean". This swordsmanship was not slow or urgent, but it was just and tight, and a long sword forced Li Yuntian to retreat again and again.

Li Yuntian was miserable in his heart at this time, this inconspicuous young man was actually a master of swordsmanship. The swordsmanship he performed seemed to be Confucius's "Mean Swordsmanship", but it was much more subtle than it. The strength is strong and resolute, and the connection between each style is seamless. Although the offensive is not fast, it is flawless. And the longer it takes, the more oppressive it is. In less than ten moves, Li Yuntian couldn't resist it.

Seeing that Li Yuntian was about to lose, he only heard a scolding voice: "Stop!" This voice is as loud as a drum music, as heavy as a bell, and extremely majestic.

When Wei Qimu heard this, he simply put away his long sword. Then Li Yuntian breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and wiped away the thick sweat on his forehead. Although he was unbearable in front of everyone's eyes this time, fortunately, he had not been completely defeated by the young man in blue, and he still had a trace of face.

Wei Qimu looked at the comer, and saw that the man was in his fifties, tall, wearing a pale cyan robe, three locks of long hair, very good-looking, and a pair of eyebrows, not angry but mighty.

When Li Yuntian saw this person, he hurriedly said respectfully: "Senior brother in charge." ”

The rest of the Du Sect disciples also hurriedly saluted. This person is none other than Xiao Xia, the current head of Dumen.

Xiao Xia glanced at Wei Qimu, and then looked at the corpse on the side, and there was no joy or anger on his face.

"What's going on?" Xiao asked Li Yuntian.

Li Yuntian was still immersed in Fang Cai's embarrassment, and replied when he heard the words: "Senior brother Hui, the lame boy of the Kong Sect, killed the killer and killed the nephew of Wangye. I avenged him, and I was ashamed of Du Menxue, seeing that I could kill that kid, but I didn't want to be saved by this person, and I fought again, I ...... I ......"

Speaking of this, Li Yuntian began to swallow and vomit, but the dignified Dumen Elder couldn't beat a hairy boy, and he still had a knot in his heart.

Xiao Xia understood in his heart, interrupted Li Yuntian's words with a wave of his hand, and asked Wei Qimu, "What is your relationship with Kongmen?"

Wei Qimu replied lightly: "It doesn't matter. ”

"Okay, the old man didn't think it happened before when you stopped me from Dumen. The rest of the matter, you don't have to interfere anymore. Xiao Xia said in the end, and the majesty in his tone became more and more powerful.

Wei Qimu was noncommittal, and asked Junping and others to speak, and it was rare that he didn't even open his mouth to plant the forest, nor did he make a move, it seemed that this matter was all up to Wei Qimu.

"I'll see who dares to touch my disciple!" another voice sounded.

Wei Qimu and the others looked at it, only to see that the person who came was also an old man in his fifties, but his figure was slightly thin, his hair was gray, and he did not have the momentum of Xiao. It's just that in his twisted brows and cold and arrogant tone, a sky-high stubbornness can be seen.

It turned out that Kong Zhi heard the news in the inn and immediately rushed over.

Xiao Xia snorted coldly when he heard this, and said: "Master Kong is so big, your disciples are wantonly killing people, do you still want to protect it?"

Kong Zhi ignored Xiao Xia and glanced at Luo Shu, and a trace of distress seemed to flash in his eyes. He turned his head to look at Kong Tu again and shouted, "What's the matter?" He knew that Luo Shu would not provoke people for no reason, let alone kill people wantonly.

Kong Tu was first frightened, and then held back his grievances, and then he saw his father coming, and his courage also grew, so he told the ins and outs of the matter loudly. Not only Kong Zhi could hear it clearly, but Xiao Xia, Wei Qimu and others could also hear it clearly.

Li Yuntian shouted: "Wangye's nephew just wants to learn martial arts with the young master, and he doesn't want to be killed by this kid." As he spoke, he pointed to Luo Shen with one hand.

Luo sneered: "It was he who wanted to kill me first, and I beat him to death in order to save my life......"

Li Yuntian shouted: "Shaft! You killed my Dumen disciple, and you dare to lie and ruin his innocence!"

The other disciples of Du Men also chimed in.

Xiao Xia said coldly: "Master Kong, how are you going to explain this matter to me Dumen." ”

Kong Zhi said proudly: "What does Master Xiao want to explain?"

"Murder pays for life!"

"He molested my female disciples first, injured my son later, and died innocently. Kong Zhi's heart was troubled, but his mouth refused to relax. Luo was injured, showed righteousness, and protected the reputation of Confucius, how could he not let him lose his surname because of this, otherwise how could he have any face to be the head of a faction, and what face would he have to see his ancestors and ancestors in the future?

When Xiao Xia heard this, he couldn't bear it anymore, and for a while, he shouted: "Kong Zhi!