It is now the spring of March, and there are still a few months before the auction of August 15, the Royal Dragon Villa, and Zhang Peng, who has left Maple Leaf City, is now moving forward in Luoyang, the former location of the underworld. Although the underworld has now become a legend on the rivers and lakes, Zhang Peng knows that there is still a relative of his own there, that is, his grandfather Yin Lao.

Luoyang is in the Central Plains, and Rao thinks of arriving with Zhang Peng's current strength, and it will take at least a month. As the saying goes, people are iron and rice is steel. In order not to go hungry on this way, Zhang Peng found a caravan that was about to go to Luoyang and acted as a guard in it. This team is not huge, and the number of people plus himself is only six in total. The leader of the caravan was an old man who was nearly sixty years old, everyone called him Mo Lao, and there were two men among the remaining people, and the guards were only Zhang Peng and the other two.

Among these two guards, there is a fat man who looks very obscene, and has a very good relationship with Zhang Peng. This person's name is also very interesting, called Zheng Yingjun! Maybe his parents came up with such a name in order to make up for his congenital defects.

At the beginning of contact, Zhang Peng always thought that Zheng Yingjun was the cook of the caravan, because he often pinned a golden kitchen knife to his waist, and later learned through Mo Lao's introduction that this Zheng Yingjun was the same as himself, and he was a guard recruited by the caravan.

According to what Mo Lao said, he met Zheng Yingjun by chance when he was collecting the goods, when Zheng Yingjun was fighting with more than a dozen ruffians and hooligans, just a moment of kung fu, Zheng Yingjun beat more than a dozen hooligans who were about the same size as himself all over the ground to find teeth, Mo Lao saw that he had some skills, so he recruited him into the caravan.

The caravan was already in Luoyang the night before and the next day. At this time, the sky has gradually darkened, in this place where there is no store in front of the village, a group of people who originally wanted to continue to hurry, in desperation, were arranged by Mo Lao into the only inn within a radius of dozens of miles to rest, the name of this inn is even more interesting, called an inn.

Zheng Yingjun, who was standing outside the inn, looked at the signboard of the inn and smacked his lips and said, "There is an inn, and there is really an inn." ”

Then everyone walked into the inn together under the urging of Mo Lao.

At this time, the lobby of the inn was already overcrowded, and looking at these dusty people, you knew that most of them were ronins and merchants who were wandering the rivers and lakes. Zhang Peng thought about it, after all, in this place where birds don't, if it weren't for the rush, they would come.

Seeing someone walk into the inn, the people sitting at the table turned their heads to look at Zhang Peng and the others, all of them looked at them with an unkind gaze, and then turned their heads and ate and drank by themselves. Mo Lao seemed to be accustomed to such a scene, so he led a few people to find an empty table and sat down one after another.

Zheng Yingjun, who was sitting with Zhang Peng, moved his bloated body, approached Zhang Peng, and asked with a smile: "Hey, I said brother." I haven't seen your weapon all this way?"

I don't know why, every time Zhang Peng sees this Zheng Yingjun's face, he has an urge to slap him, not because of anything else, just because of his smile that looks like everyone is squinting, Zhang Peng feels very underwhelmed.

Zhang Peng moved his body that was squeezed by Zheng Yingjun and said, "I usually don't use weapons, only in rare cases, I will use my sword." ”

After hearing this, Zheng Yingjun showed a look that I understood, patted the kitchen knife on his waist, and then leaned closer and said, "See, my weapon is a knife." And I also like knives very much, no matter what kind of knife comes to my hand, I can play with it. That's how I practiced my sword. ”

"I haven't asked you yet, since you like knives, why don't you just get a treasure knife? Why do you keep carrying this kitchen knife with you?" Zhang Peng asked puzzled.

Hearing Zhang Peng's words, Zheng Yingjun immediately glared at Zhang Peng, and said with some reproach: "Don't say that my knife is a kitchen knife in the future." I can tell you, my golden knife is the only one in the entire rivers and lakes, and others don't even have a chance to see each other. ”

Zhang Peng smiled, as if he remembered something, looked at Zheng Yingjun and said, "By the way, why is your name so strange?"

Zheng Yingjun pursed his lips and said, "Every time someone knows my name, I have to explain it again, it's really troublesome." Listen, I'll only say it once. ”

Zhang Peng stared at Zheng Yingjun intently at this time, because he really wanted to know the origin of the name, and immediately nodded.

Zheng Yingjun smacked his lips, pointed at himself and said, "Just look at my appearance." Not only is my appearance sorry for my name, but it also completely interprets the opposite. Actually, my previous name was not Zheng Yingjun. Back then, my father was the most handsome guy in our village, and my mother was the most beautiful girl in the village. They got better, and finally they had me. But they didn't expect that after I was born, I didn't inherit their handsome and beautiful appearance, and even became more and more ugly as I grew up. So my father simply named me Zheng Yingjun, according to my father's meaning, although people are not good-looking, but even people who are better looking than me outside call me handsome. That's how my name came about. ”

Hearing Zheng Yingjun's words, Zhang Peng couldn't help but be a little stunned. But then he burst out laughing. Seeing this, Zheng Yingjun snorted coldly and turned away. For some reason, Zhang Peng and Zheng Yingjun have been together for two days, and the more they feel about him, the more interesting they feel.

Then Zhang Peng asked, "Then how did your kung fu come about?"

Zheng Yingjun seemed to think about the bad past, and sighed quietly: "When I was a child, I was willful and ran away from home. In the end, he was taken in by a pork seller. At first, this man was kind to me, but slowly he changed, he beat me all kinds of times, and he didn't give me food, and finally this man failed in business, and he drank and got drunk all day long, and when he got drunk, he punched and kicked me. In the end, in a fit of rage, I fought back and crippled him. Then I began to wander the world. ”

"And then?" Zhang Peng asked curiously.

"Soon after I wandered the world, I met my master. He not only taught me martial arts, but also made me feel cared for like I had never been before, even my parents never gave me. Those days were the happiest for me. But the good times didn't last long, and the master was chased and killed by the enemy, and finally jumped off the cliff and died. Since then, I've been alone in this world. In order to avenge my master, I joined no less than ten sects to learn martial arts. Even the famous Ming Wang's Mansion, I have also gone in to study secretly. Saying this, Zheng Yingjun scratched his head embarrassedly and smiled.

But after hearing Zheng Yingjun talk about his experience, Zhang Peng couldn't laugh at all. Zhang Peng didn't expect that this fat man, who looked extremely optimistic, would have such a miserable childhood life. But Zheng Yingjun's optimistic attitude towards life is what Zhang Peng admires.

I only heard Zheng Yingjun continue: "Later, after I left the Ming Palace, I fused all the sword techniques I had learned over the years, and what I didn't expect was that the power of my sword techniques after fusion was amazing. After that, I have been living in the deserted mountains, constantly honing my sword skills, for two years! When I went out of the mountain, my martial arts were a little successful. Later, I found one of the small sects that had hunted down my master, and it took me half an hour to kill all the dozens of people in this sect! Since then, I have been walking around the rivers and lakes as if I have lost my goal in life, constantly looking for people to compete. But he couldn't find an opponent, and then he met Mo Lao, and simply entered the caravan. You will know the rest of the story. ”

When Zhang Peng heard this, he was a little surprised and asked, "What does it mean that you can't find an opponent?"

Zheng Yingjun grinned and said, "Even the people who compete with me are not my opponents." They even gave me a nickname. After speaking, Zheng Yingjun patted the knife on his waist and said proudly: "Golden Swordsman!"

Zheng Yingjun, the golden swordsman, is now the sixth existence in the ranking of powerful young people in the rivers and lakes, and the self-created gold-breaking knife method is extremely powerful, and a golden knife can destroy countless souls. The people in the rivers and lakes are all different from their names. Fortunately, the people around are all businessmen now, and they don't know the nickname of Golden Swordsman in detail, but if they let the people in the rivers and lakes hear it, I'm afraid that this place will already be empty.

But Zhang Peng is just a newcomer, he has never heard of the prestige of this golden swordsman, and he didn't have much reaction, Zhang Peng just felt that Zheng Yingjun in front of him was really good, and his martial arts were better.

After a while, the inn's junior second served the dishes ordered by Mo Lao to the table one by one, Zheng Yingjun saw the delicacies on this table, his saliva flowed, and he didn't care about talking to Zhang Peng, he devoured it, and his whole mouth was stuffed with food. The sound of "uh-huh" came out of his mouth from time to time, which made the whole caravan cry and laugh.

Zhang Peng also looked at Zheng Yingjun helplessly, picked up the chopsticks and ate slowly. After dinner, everyone returned to the room, because the inn was crowded, and the number of remaining vacant rooms was limited, so except for Mo Lao, the rest of the people were two people in one room, and it happened that Zheng Yingjun and Zhang Peng lived in a room, and the two also chatted without a word.

Zheng Yingjun was lying on the bed, cross-legged, looked at Zhang Peng and said, "Just look at your appearance, you know that your skills are also good." Seeing that you are younger than me, how did you learn kung fu so well?"

Zhang Peng smiled, and couldn't help but think of the figure of the master Wuchen Daoist in his mind, and then shook his head and said, "The main thing is that the master teaches well." ”

"Then who is your master?" asked Zheng Yingjun curiously.

"He's just an idle crane. You don't know!" Zhang Peng said curiously.

Zheng Yingjun nodded and said, "Hmm." I know! ”

Zhang Peng couldn't help but feel a little funny when he saw Zheng Yingjun's pretending to be Sven, and immediately threw the teacup in his hand towards Zheng Yingjun, and scolded with a smile: "You know a fart!"

The teacup crossed a graceful arc in the air and flew towards Zheng Yingjun, at this time, I saw a flash of golden light, and the flying teacup was suddenly split into two halves from the middle, biased to the left and right, and flew over both sides of Zheng Yingjun's face, without touching him at all. Zheng Yingjun was so fast, but he was still completely looked at by Zhang Peng. When the teacup was only less than five inches away from him, Zhang Peng saw Zheng Yingjun instantly pull out the golden knife on his waist, and quickly inserted it back into his waist after cutting open the teacup. The action was so fast, even Zhang Peng just saw the blade flashing. Zheng Yingjun's speed of drawing and retracting the knife, Rao is Zhang Peng also felt a slight difference.

Seeing Zhang Peng's eyes looking at him, Zheng Yingjun involuntarily moved his body back on the bed, then hugged his hands in his chest, and said coquettishly: "Hey, hey, people are not interested in men, don't mess around." After speaking, he didn't forget to wink at Zhang Peng.

Seeing Zheng Yingjun's appearance, Zhang Peng was angry and funny, and then his face changed, and he looked at Zheng Yingjun in a daze, and suddenly had an idea in his heart. Then he asked: "After you arrived in Luoyang and finished the work of the guard, where are you going to go next?"

Zheng Yingjun didn't expect Zhang Peng to ask such a question, so he couldn't help but be stunned, and said, "I don't know, maybe I will find another caravan to continue to follow the caravan." I don't care, I'm alone anyway, and I can go anywhere. As long as there is something to do. ”

Zhang Peng nodded with a smile, and suddenly said loudly: "When you arrive in Luoyang, how about you go to the rivers and lakes with me?"

Hearing this, Zheng Yingjun put away his hippie smiling expression and looked at Zhang Peng with a serious expression, while Zhang Peng looked at Zheng Yingjun with a smile. Zhang Peng can imagine that with Zheng Yingjun's martial arts, even if he goes to a big force, he can become a guest, but he has no such choice. It can only be said that it is because he has not yet met a person who can make him die to follow!

Since this is the case, with Zheng Yingjun's bohemian and uninhibited character, will he agree with what Zhang Peng said? The two looked at each other like this, and the atmosphere in the room suddenly became weird.