Under the walls of the Beiyi Imperial City, thousands of Beiyi people gathered, and they all set their eyes on the city walls.

There was an old man with bruises all over his body hanging on the city wall, and in the winter moon, the old man who was hanging was only wearing a broken white robe that had been whipped with leather, and the wounds on his body were even more shocking to look at.

"He is our Beiyi's military department Shangshu Duo'er, I heard that he rebelled against the Feng Dynasty, this is why he ended up in such a situation!" someone in the crowd gossiped.

"It's really impermanent, what a blessing Duo'er is in ordinary times, he deserves to be in such a miserable situation now!" someone said indignantly.

In the midst of these civilians, a man in a sheepskin robe and a conical hat watched silently as he hung from the city wall for a long time.

He turned away from the crowd and went to a liquor shop outside the city gates.

"Son, serve the wine!" the man's voice was dull, and he sat in the corner of the wine shop, avoiding the noise outside.

Soon after the man was seated, another young man came in the wine shop. This young man has thick eyebrows, a Chinese face, a high nose and deep eyes, and he is dressed in a fluffy robe, which must be expensive judging from his clothes.

The young man walked straight to the middle-aged man, he sat opposite the man and shouted at the shopkeeper: "Xiao'er, go to your best wine here, I invite this wine!"

"Okay! Wait a minute!"

The man glanced at the young man with disdain.

"Chalong, Duo'er is like this now, can you relieve your hatred?" the young man asked with a light smile as he looked at the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man is the first martial artist in Beiyi, who was known as the martial arts genius of the Central Plains, and went to Beiyi to ask the first martial artist in Beiyi.

Chalong slammed his fist on the table, and the wooden table shattered instantly.

"What about me, that's my business, we are both from Beiyi, he is a crime, he gave him a hard time with a knife, why is he so cruel?" Chalong said angrily.

"Chalong, the battle of the rivers and lakes is not comparable to the battle of the court, punishing a Duoer Gang like this can make many people like Duo Er Ba fearful, and how many people like you Chalong will not be discouraged. The young man chuckled.

Chalong was speechless for a moment.

"Chalong, whether it is a martial arts wizard or a swordsman in the Central Plains, on the other hand, I Beiyi, you are the first Beiyi martial artist who can give us Beiyi a little face, back then the martial idiot asked the fist Beiyi, now you have a chance to ask the fist martial arts idiot, are you willing?" the young man looked at Chalong and asked.

The shopkeeper carried a jar of wine, looking at the torn table, his face pale.

The young man waved his hand and said, "Don't be afraid, change the table again." ”

"Chifengqiao, if you have anything to say, just say it!" Cha Long said angrily.

"Do you know Wenchen?" asked Chiffon Bridge.

"Yes!" replied Chalong in a deep voice.

"The Central Plains Martial Idiot has become a dusty man, and you know this?" Qi Fengqiao asked pretending to be surprised.

Cha Long frowned, holding back the anger in his heart.

"The Central Plains martial arts idiot who fought with you back then has become a subordinate of a person who doesn't even know how to box, Cha Long, are you really willing?" Qi Fengqiao glanced at Cha Long and asked.

"I will fight for the honor of the first martial artist in Beiyi!" Cha Long said.

Qi Fengqiao smiled with satisfaction and said: "You are a martial artist, I am an iron cavalry captain, we are all people who use fists and swords to maintain the dignity of our Beiyi, if you go to the Central Plains this time, I want to ask you for a favor!"

"Say!"

"Just take my younger brother Qi Xidu to the Central Plains and hand it over to Wen Chen!" said Qi Fengqiao.

"Yes, but I have one request!"

"Tell me about it?" Chiffon Bridge looked at Chalong curiously.

"Give Duo'er a good time!" Chalong said dryly.

Chifengqiao looked at Cha Long with a puzzled expression, but he didn't ask much, and after thinking for a long time, he nodded and said, "I promise you!"

In that year, Beiyi and the Central Plains fought for many years, and the people of Beiyi suffered countless casualties, and Chalong, as a person from the rivers and lakes, couldn't bear to watch Beiyi being defeated by the Feng Dynasty, and he wanted to withdraw from the rivers and lakes and serve the Beiyi court in the army.

How can Dol be selfish, he asked Cha Long to be his son Dorte's servant, and Dolte, a child of the family, likes to fight with others on weekdays, bullying men and women.

When Chalong saw that Dort was bullying a woman, the woman resisted and bit Dorte, and Dort killed the woman's whole family in a fit of rage.

Chalong was angry for a while and almost killed Dorte, but thanks to the timely appearance of Duoergang, Chalong became the target of Duoergang's assassination from that time on.

How can he, a martial artist, compete with a powerful military secretary, so for so many years, he has been incognito, and he has survived until now.

Chifengqiao drank a bowl of wine and turned to leave, and a few hours later, the already dead Duo Er was beheaded by the public.

Cha Long drank a jar of wine, and his thoughts were a little complicated, "What is terrible? It's not the fists and feet between martial artists that determine life and death, but these people who play with the power of the powerful." ”

In a restaurant not far from the execution ground, Chi Feng Qiao stood next to the girl sitting at the table playing with a teacup.

"Your Royal Highness Princess, Chalong will go to the Central Plains in a few days, what else does Her Royal Highness the Princess have to tell Qi Xidu about going to the Central Plains this time?" Qi Fengqiao asked in a low voice.

"Compared with those children of the family, Qi Xidu is more knowledgeable, and he turned around and told him to find a reason to make Wen Chen credible to stay by Wen Chen's side, Wen Chen's every move made him remember it in his heart, Zhongyuan I Beiyi made it carefully, and his information would be secretly connected with him, if he couldn't do it, he wouldn't have to come back!" Wen Ningxiang said lightly.

"Yes!" Chiffon bowed and left.

Wen Ningxiang looked at Duo'erba's corpse from a distance in the attic, and a smug sneer rose on the corner of her mouth.

"Duo'er mix, dare to kill Wen Chen, your death is still a little lighter, but when I kill Feng Ling, the princess of the Feng Dynasty, I must be a hundred times more cruel than your methods, so as my minister of Beiyi, this way of death can be regarded as a gift to you!" Wen Ningxiang said softly to herself.

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Old man Pang looked at the smell of the wounds, and he took off the wine gourd on his waist without hurry and took a sip of wine.

"Well, it still hasn't changed, it's the same as it was then!" said Old Man Pang with admiration.

"Senior, are you still saved?" Granny Rong looked at Old Man Pang, her eyes were full of respect.

A person who can make an old woman with three mirrors of martial arts and seven mirrors of kendo respect his predecessors, what kind of strength does he have?

Only then did Liu Zhi take a serious look at the old man who was scolded by Wen Chen as a drunkard and a god stick when he was a child.

"Yes, he was saved, but it wasn't the old man who saved him!" said the old man with a smile.

"I hope that the seniors will make it clear. Granny Rong said in a low voice.

"Didn't the little princess of the Feng Dynasty go to invite someone, don't worry! This kid is honest, and he won't die for a while, but I don't know if the little princess can invite him!" Old man Pang drank, his face was ruddy, and when he said this, there was a little obscene in his drunken eyes.

"Hey, old man, can that little slut come back and talk about it, you say, how can you save my son-in-law?" Ye Nianjun, who was standing on the side, suddenly spoke.

Old man Pang looked at Ye Nianjun, and then looked at the god-killing sword in Ye Nianjun's hand, he sighed softly: "A girl with good qualifications, she can realize her own sword path just by virtue of the god-killing sword in her hand, and the future life is terrifying!

"That's!" Ye Nianjun clasped her hands around her chest, and she didn't forget to glance at Liu Zhi who was standing aside.

Liu Zhi snorted coldly.

"The one the senior said is the medicine immortal of Putuo Peak-Yangshuo Yang's senior?" Granny Rong looked shocked when she asked this.

Old man Pang smiled and didn't answer, he looked at everyone and said, "You all go out, talk to this kid!"

"Old man, have you drunk too much, my son-in-law can talk to you like this?" Ye Nianjun looked at Old Man Pang with disdain and said.

Old man Pang smiled obscenely and said: "The old man only talks, whether he can listen to it or not is his business!"

"Hmph! "Hmph!" Ye Nianjun snorted coldly and turned around and went out.

Everyone left, but Ye Nianjun stayed outside the door, she was curious what this old man would say to Wen Chen, didn't she want to tell Wen Chen good things about that little slut?

In Ye Nianjun's eyes, Liu Zhi naturally didn't need to say much, she was almost kicked to death by Liu Zhi at that time, since she got the Divine Killing Sword, no matter how she looked at Liu Zhi, she felt uncomfortable.

As for Feng Ling, she didn't care what the princess of the Feng Dynasty was, if it weren't for her sake to save Wen Chen, if she dared to get too close to Wen Chen, she would have slashed Feng Ling with a sword.