After the big boss of the cottage fell asleep last night, he didn't wake up this morning, the brothers think that this is the best way to die in the world, and he will die without illness, and the funeral needs to be done with great fanfare, so that the big boss can laugh at the same time, and at the same time, it can also make Qingfeng Cottage famous.

However, before handling Chen Ming's funeral, the brothers of the cottage should elect the big boss who presides over the big things, and they don't pay attention to the set of brothers and brothers on the mountain, and the son inherits the father's position, and it has to be elected, Liu Yi almost unanimously became the big boss, and buried his father-in-law.

Within half a month, there were no waves in the cottage, and there was still a lot of gold and silver robbed in front of him, and he didn't have to worry about food and clothing, Liu Yi was busy practicing knives every day, and sometimes he would hold a sword to make a comparison.

On August 15, that night, the whole cottage was brightly lit, and it was barbecue and drinking, Liu Yi went to take a look, and the old men of his uncle generation who wanted people to be sent down the mountain tomorrow were very happy, and they all drank high, and the wine flowed down their beards to their stomachs, and the others also drank high, and the sound of bragging was louder than the sound of drums.

Liu Yi returned to the room, just opened the door, and ...... The sound of the arrow breaking through the air came, Liu Yi instinctively fell back, his back was embedded with dense iron thistles, he felt that his whole body was crispy and numb, and he thought that he really couldn't provoke it, he didn't have time to lift the knife, and rushed out with a strong breath, and all the people in the cottage were dead.

Liu Yi fled directly into the dense forest, the Chuanlong Mountain where the Hebi Sword Sect is located is three or four hundred miles away, full of vast deep mountains and old forests, if he hadn't grown up in the Chuanlong Mountain since he was a child, others would not be able to find the direction, Liu Yi fled all the way to the dense forest, those top Luo Net assassins couldn't use a delicate tracking secret method in the vast forest, slowly getting farther and farther, Liu Yi's situation was getting worse and worse, his dark skin turned from black to red, and finally turned earthy, he has been holding on to prevent himself from falling, and if he falls, he really falls.

With a lot of willpower, Liu Yi finally stumbled out of the dense forest and stepped on the stone stairs of the Hebi Sword Sect.

The mountain gate of the Hebi Sword Sect is a piece of green jade that the ancestor of the mountain opened moved back from outside the territory, tall and mighty, with four seal characters written on it, and the words are as big as a fight.

The Hebi Sword Sect had been waiting for a long time, and the middle-aged man in white helped Liu Yi and said, "The family teacher thinks that for the sake of my neighbors for many years, I can take a detoxification pill for my son, but I can't leave my son on the mountain." ”

Fuck your mother's big faction, fuck your mother's immortal sect. Shouting out full of resentment, Liu Yi took the pill and turned around and went down the mountain.

Fifty miles below the mountain of Hebi Jianzong, it is a small town called Bairan Town, there are peddlers and pawns all the year round, the town is slowly full of fireworks, there are many outsiders who build houses here to live, and there are also twenty or thirty businessmen who open a wine shop and teahouse here, and Liu Yi, who is in a mess, stumbled into the town and lay in a pile of horse grass outside the tavern called Ping'an.

The guests in the Ping'an Tavern, I heard that the road has not been very peaceful recently, and even the darts of the Yiwei Dart Bureau have been robbed a few days ago, and they do not plan to rush these days, they are all drinking wine in the tavern, discussing the world's major affairs.

"What day is the frost this year, why is it frosting now? ”

"This year's winter is likely to be long. ”

The swordsman dressed in white came with his sword in his hand, and his white boots were trampled on the horse's manure, which was really a waste of such good boots, and after seeing this man, the tavern was quiet for a moment, and then there was a chatter.

"Did you hear about it, the god of Yubei is dead. A man with a dart said.

Someone replied: "I haven't met an outsider for more than half a year, how can I know what is going on outside!"

The young man who didn't know who the Yubei God was asked curiously, "Who is the Yubei God, that big official?"

The old man in the tavern glanced at the questioner as if he were an idiot, and no one answered him.

The strong man dressed as a dart master said to himself: "I grew up listening to his stories when I was a child. ”

The little dart master, who had not been patient before, subconsciously said: "Storytellers? ”

The strong man stopped talking, and glanced at the kid who interjected with an angry face.

The old man, who had said that he hadn't met outsiders for more than half a year, brushed his robe and said eagerly: "Say, why don't you say it?"

The person who was familiar with the dart master joked: "Zheng Da Dart Head is waiting for everyone to give a reward!"

The dart surnamed Zheng also said: "Ladies and gentlemen, just talk about that day." And then he really stopped.

The people in the tavern coaxed: "Look at this business, old horseman, just give up most of your life's livelihood, you can stay in any of the nine counties and big cities, you can't starve to death, why bother to make a living in the shadow of swords and swords like this?"

Hearing this, the dart head stopped hanging everyone's appetite, picked up the pottery bowl with his big hand, and drank a sip of cold wine.

coughed and said: "That Yubei God is a famous swordsman in Daqin, he became famous thirty years ago, and when we were more than ten years old, we could hear new things about him every day in the city. ”

The person who knew couldn't help but shout: "Big darthead, pick the key point to speak, who in our generation doesn't know the Jade Northern God?"

The gray-shirted shopkeeper who came to be interested also leaned on the pine counter with his hands and listened, and when he heard someone say this, he shook his body and said gently, "I can listen to the story whether it is good or not, I just hope to have more drinks." ”

The guest is also a high roller, and he replied to the old scholar who was in charge of the shopkeeper and said: "I just said that there is a money drop eye waiting for a reward, and this is another money drop eye." ”

The dart head smiled and then continued: "I don't want to be a common man who doesn't lose money, but the one at home who is forced to ask for rouge gouache!

The man who said this smiled warmly, just like the sun at this time, which can melt the frost on the horse grass.

The dart head is obviously not a storyteller, and he doesn't know what is wrong, and he has been reminded.

"We heard you talk about the Jade North God! Talking about you again, we are not interested in that little thing in your family, unless it is that matter. Everyone present smiled knowingly, and the man who spoke shrugged his shoulders, and the cotton shirt on his shoulder was torn, revealing the cotton mattress inside.

The clumsy dart master continued: "The Yubei God is dead, and there is an amazing female sword immortal in Fengming City. ”

Then he drank wine and tea, and the guests in the hall were still waiting for the following, and the dart head was leisurely chewing poplar.

The old man asked tentatively, "Gone?"

The master replied, "No." ”

With such a straightforward story, the guests in the tavern naturally couldn't arouse their interest, and someone asked the shopkeeper's scholar: "The shopkeeper has been reading books for a few years, tell us, what is this Zheng Darthead talking about?"

Someone joked: "It's like poking down after finally taking off your pants and getting a hand of blood, it's boring." ”

This remark made the men laugh obscenely, and a few young people who came out to run business for the first time and were still ignorant looked dazed.

The faceless Zheng Dart pulled the shopkeeper to the middle of the tavern, handed the wine and said: "The shopkeeper, my old Zheng is a dart walker, clumsy, you always give the round field?"

The shopkeeper has been studying behind closed doors for half of his life, and he has not been able to read the instrument without speaking, and he has not been able to read his belly, so he has become a philistine tavern guy, where has he encountered this kind of scene, and he is at a loss and said: "I won't I won't, I won't ......"

Zheng Dangtou put his right hand around the shoulder of the shopkeeper and said: "Shopkeeper, my old Zheng won't say anything, you see how shameless I am to be laughed at like this! Besides, this Ping'an Tavern, I have to come three or four times a year, and I really have no friendship after so many years." ”

The strangled old shopkeeper didn't know each other and said, "I only came here last year." ”

The tavern guests burst into laughter, and the dart master's face was embarrassed.

The shopkeeper was really gracious, and he had the tragic feeling of a strong man going to die, and said, "Why don't I try?"

Zheng Darttou let go of the shopkeeper and said, "That's right!"

Then his right hand slapped heavily on the left shoulder of the thin shopkeeper, and the shopkeeper's old face twitched several times.

The old scholar who took a sip of wine asked, "Where to start?"

Zheng Dart said: "You are free." ”

The shopkeeper's hand holding the pottery bowl trembled a little, took another sip of wine, and said, "Only... Let's talk about it... That ......"

The shopkeeper took another sip of wine, and the bystander said: "Shopkeeper, Master Zheng will let you free wine money later!"

The old shopkeeper smiled awkwardly and said, "Just say that, just say... Say..."

The old shopkeeper cleared his throat and said, "Just say that day, Fengming City... The scorching sun is like fire, everyone is sunburned and has nowhere to stay, but the swordsmanship master Yubei God is cold all over his body, outside the city gate, there is a beautiful woman wearing a white shirt, carrying... Over the years, the Yubei God has deduced a flawless formation, called the Tiangang Thirty-six Formations, Baili Qingqing conceitedly broke into the formation with a sword, and the battle was three hundred rounds, and the divine soldiers in his hands slashed the thirty-six long swords of the thirty-six high disciples of the Yubei God, and the long sword was picked, and the three-foot sword qi hit the chest of one of the high disciples of the Yubei God......"

The guest shouted, "The shopkeeper said it well!"

"The sword... Break...... Broken, the thirty-six formations of Tiangang that died one person should have been broken... It's broken, but here... This victory is in sight......"

Others complained, "Why do you say you're scaring him?"

The man touched his nose to hide his embarrassment, and sneered.

The old shopkeeper said that he was addicted, but he didn't pause at all, and then said: "Yubei God drew his sword to usher, the formation changed, and it became the thirty-six formations of the earth, and the Yubei god relied on a body of martial arts, not only to do the brunt of the formation, but also to do the person who ordered the whole array, the so-called thirty-six formations of the earth, also composed of thirty-six people into a formation, but slightly different from the thirty-six formations of Tiangang, the thirty-six formations of Tiangang focus on the word 'together', everyone must have the same order to show their power, and the thirty-six formations of the earth' The word 'wai', the cultivated Baili Qingqing can see the power of this burst at a glance. The only jade north god with a sword is the formation eye, the other thirty-five people with their fists, with their bodies to block, a hundred miles of Qingqing actually out of the battle, as the saying goes, trapped in the ground and then born, a hundred miles of Qingqing under the siege, realized the swordsmanship of tens of millions of people, the three-foot Qingfeng pierced the body of the Yubei God, there was no formation eye, and the thirty-six formations of the earth were not attacked, but it is a pity that a generation of kendo masters fell, and fortunately there is a female sword fairy will rise, a new generation of rivers and lakes! ”

After speaking, the shopkeeper picked up the pottery bowl and took a sip of wine.

Someone praised: "The old shopkeeper said it very well!"

Then some people also applauded: "The last action is also full of style!"

Someone then chimed in: "Yes, yes!"

Du Heli, who was wearing a white shirt, snorted coldly, he felt very aggrieved and aggrieved, and the old shopkeeper glanced at him when he said that he was wearing a white shirt, and there was a little disdain in his eyes, "You are also wearing white clothes, why are you so cowardly".

Du Heli wailed in his heart, he originally thought that he would be able to become famous after he came out of the Hebi Sword Sect, but when he met the infinite limelight, he was born out of nowhere, which was more uncomfortable than stepping on by a traveling scholar with a habit of cleanliness.

Outside the Ping'an Tavern, nine people with swords came, and after searching around the tavern, they tied Liu Yi in the horse grass.

Du Heli hurriedly paid the money and followed all the way, and when he arrived at the post road where there was no one, Du Heli said leisurely: "I already give you face very much, let people go." ”

The person in charge of handling the case was a middle-aged man, and he didn't want to make trouble, so he said: "In Xia Luoqian, working in Luowang, young man, does Luowang know?"

Du Heli chuckled and said: "I know, I heard the master say that your methods are very obscene, except that you can't beat us, no one is afraid." ”

Luo Qian's hand can be regarded as a salute before a soldier, and after listening to the young man's words, he couldn't make up his mind, and asked again: "What is the surname of Mr.

Du Heli hugged his fists and said: "Du Heli." ”

Luo Qian smiled bitterly for a while, and said softly: "Please Mr. take out the sword." ”

Du Heli glanced at Luo Qian with the eyes of the tavern shopkeeper looking at him, "If you hand out a sword, you will die." ”

Luo Qian's face was full of bitterness, and he said loudly: "Please Mr. take out the sword." ”

Du He was out of the sheath of the long sword, the sword qi was like a white rainbow crown sun, the sword was contending, a sword was a style, and all nine people died.