The young man in white pulled the reins of the horse hard, and the horse man stood up, snorted in place, stepped on the ground with his hooves, and spewed white gas out of his nostrils, and spun around in half a circle.

The young knight leaped off his horse, took two steps into the inn, and found that no man had come out to greet him, and tied his horse to a stone stake. When he was leashing, he glanced at Fu Zeyang and the three nuns casually, and saw that the four people were also looking at him, he nodded and smiled back in a friendly manner, and then walked straight to the restaurant.

"Wait!" Fu Zeyang said to stop.

The young knight's expression was surprised: "What's the matter?"

Fu Zeyang asked, "Are you going to go in for dinner?"

The young knight was a little annoyed, and said that I couldn't listen to music when I came to this restaurant without eating, but he finally had enough self-cultivation, and nodded with a smile: "Exactly, I was in a hurry on the way, and I missed the noon restaurant, so I want to eat here." You...... Do you want to be together?"

Fu Zeyang shook his head lightly: "I don't dare to eat his food here." He lowered his voice and said to the young man, "I've been sitting here all morning, and the dishes in it are all made of human flesh, do you eat human flesh?"

The young man was taken aback: "What? Human flesh?" Then he said angrily, "This is so bright, under the sun, there is such a thing that destroys human nature and loses all conscience! Are you sure it's true? Aren't you coaxing me?"

Fu Zeyang hurriedly pulled his arm: "You be quiet! I have been observing for a long time, eating human flesh is already a common thing in this vicinity, the king of Qi, the king of Lu, and the king of Huainan in the north robbed the emperor, and the king of Yan, the king of Tang, and the king of Qin formed a coalition army, and killed blood-stained mountains and rivers in the Huanghuai region, and a large number of people fled across the Yangtze River. The south is not very peaceful, plus there are many demons, monsters eat people, and people also eat people...... The dishes inside, whether hot or cold, are all made of human flesh, and I heard the guy say that the local pigs and cattle have all been eaten, and those from other places have been intercepted as military rations, and in order to make a living, they can only eat people. ”

The young man's face was gloomy: "I can't make a conclusion just by listening to what you say, I have to see it with my own eyes." After saying that, he strode inside. I saw that there was a lot of space inside, with more than a dozen tables and a charcoal brazier in the middle, which was steaming.

Since it was not a meal, there was only one table of diners, that is, the two middle-aged scribes from Fang Cai, one wearing black and the other white, wearing a scarf on their heads, holding a goose feather fan, ordering four dishes of side dishes and two pots of soju, and they were talking.

"Brother You, from what you can see, King Yue will definitely be able to do something?" asked the man in black.

"Of course!" the white feather fan shook gently, "King Yue is young and promising, Corporal Lixian, Jiangnan celebrities have to be invited by him to post and participate in the grand event, like those Jiangnan Confucians, capable Taoist Quanzhen, Buddhist monks, he even came to invite." Brother Bucai, he also got an invitation from him, and tomorrow he will abandon Zhao Wenchong's ramming goods and go to Hangzhou to see the king of Touyue. ”

The man dressed in black poured him wine flatteringly: "I heard that His Royal Highness King Yue once went to Tiantai Mountain to ask to see the Fentuo Shenni and wanted to worship as a disciple, but was rejected by the Fentuo Shenni, but is there such a thing?"

He said with a white smile: "Master Fentuo is a bhikshuni, how can he accept men as apprentices? The master and apprentice said that they were just asking Shenni to point out the number of days. Not only the Fentuo Shenni of Tiantai Mountain, the fairy Cui Wu Yuanjun of Xiandu Mountain, Xie Shan Xie Zhenren of Wuyi Mountain Qianshifan, our Royal Highness has personally climbed the mountain to worship, but Cui Fairy has a cloud and fog lock, His Royal Highness has not seen anyone, Cao Zhenren who led the way cast a spell to break through the clouds and mist before he had to enter the valley to meet, I heard that Cui Fairy is beautiful and unique, which is rare in the world. His Royal Highness asked her to go out of the mountain to help save the troubled times, but she said that her family's catastrophe was coming, and she politely refused. However, she refused to go out of the mountain, but her son-in-law was willing, carrying Fairy Cui and bringing out many treasures......"

The young man was afraid that he had wronged a good person, so he pretended to choose a table, and looked forward to going inside, listening to their conversation mentioning immortals, and the young man had also heard of Cui Wu Cui Fairy who was cultivating in Xiandu Mountain, but ordinary people couldn't see it, so he paid attention. As he listened, he walked and gradually saw clearly what the two of them were eating in the bowl, and there was a human hand, like the color of sauce meat, in the big bowl.

He was also worried that it was made of noodles, and then he thought that even if it was made of noodles, it would never be made in the shape of a human palm, and even if he did, he would not be a good person.

He could not hold back his anger, and kicked his foot on the edge of the table, and kicked the table into a spin and flew into the street, smashing the window and flying into the street, and the soup and oil and salt were sprinkled on the heads of the two scribes.

The shopkeeper in the counter was a black and thin little old man, who was whispering something to the two guys, and some guests did not come to entertain when they entered the house, and when they saw the young man in trouble, the two guys all shouted and scolded: "Little rabbit cub, eat the ambition and swallow the leopard gall, dare to come to our store to spread wild!"

These two men, both tall and tall, with thick arms and long legs, and raised eyebrows, were about to come and catch the boy. The young man was not afraid, and he rushed over and exchanged hands with the two.

The shopkeeper shouted in surprise when he saw the posture in the counter: "Be careful that this is the ...... of Lian Jiazi" While speaking, he shook his wrist, and the abacus cracked, and the abacus beads inside were plucked by his fingers, and they continued to hit the young man.

The boy punched the guy on the right in the nose, knocking him backwards, and at the same time he threw a flying kick to the left side, kicking the other guy in the chest, knocking him backwards under the table. Then he took out the iron umbrella on his back with his backhand, stretched out the umbrella leaves, and the abacus beads hit it, crackling, like hail showers, and sawdust flew wildly.

After the abacus beads were finished, the young man held up the iron umbrella and said arrogantly: "Who would be so unconscionable to me, it turned out to be the black hand of the Yaksha Gang!"

The old man with the black hand looked like water, and said gloomily: "I also wonder who dared to come to Jinhua to smash my field, it turned out to be a little beast from the Iron Umbrella Gate, are you surnamed Tan or Yang?"

The young man proudly shook the iron umbrella: "Your master is the Yang Carp of the Iron Umbrella Gate!"

Yang Li? Fu Zeyang was shocked by this name, he had seen that the young man's roots and bones were excellent, not only was he a seed of cultivating immortals, but among the many disciples he had accepted, there were very few who could be comparable to him, and then he heard that his name was Yang Li, and he suspected that he had the same name and surname as the disciple of Ling Xuzi of the South China Sea Scattered Immortals. So he pushed the door in and asked, "Do you say your name is Yang Li?"

"Exactly!" replied Yang Li, "I see that you are carrying a sword box, are you also a member of my generation?"

Fu Zeyang was happy: "Who is in your generation?"

Yang Li glanced at the black hand Lao Qi, turned around slightly and said to Fu Zeyang with an umbrella: "Junior brother Yang Li, the fifth disciple under the Wudang Sect Iron Umbrella Gate Iron Umbrella Immortal Gu Laixi, you haven't asked your friends for your name?"

Fu Zeyang Daqi: "The Wudang faction is the Wudang faction, where does the iron umbrella gate come from?"

Yang Li was a little unhappy, but he still patiently explained to him, with a little pride in his tone: "Our Wudang sect patriarch Sanfeng Zhenren has passed down a total of eight disciples, five of which stayed in Wudang Mountain, each creating a door, at present, only the Tianjian Gate, Tianyin Gate, Taiji Gate, and Bagua Gate still exist. Another disciple of Sanfeng Patriarch taught other disciples, is his youngest disciple, all the abilities of Sanfeng Patriarch have been learned, and innovation, creating an iron umbrella door, specializing in an iron umbrella as a weapon, can be attacked and defended, flying eaves and walls, crossing rivers and seas, extremely effective. In the past, the teacher once used the seventy-two styles of the iron umbrella demon swaying passed down by the ancestor of Zeyang to severely damage the six dragon kings of Dongting on the edge of the Yangtze River, and shocked the world!"

The more Fu Zeyang listened, the more confused he became, and the closed disciple who listened to him from outside the Sanfeng Zhenren Sect seemed to be himself, but when did he create the Iron Umbrella Gate? How come I didn't know that I had such a disciple? Could it be that there are too many years, when did Xu have a registered disciple under his command, and now they have forgotten it? He quickly rummaged through his memory, but there was no such past.

Yang Li saw his expression, as if he had never heard of the Iron Umbrella Gate, and was a little disappointed: "Have you never heard of our Iron Umbrella Door?"

Fu Zeyang asked: "You said that the six dragon kings of Dongting Lake are the six demon dragons?"

Yang Li nodded: "Yes, those six guys bullied men and women, did all kinds of evil, gathered a group of water gangsters to run rampant on the river, killed countless people, and many martial arts people were planted in their hands, and in the end, my master personally took action and wiped them all out by himself!"

"I'm asking, are they real dragons, or are they humans, nicknamed the Six Dragon Kings of Dongting Road?"

"Of course it's a nickname!" Yang Li looked at him very puzzled, and said in his heart, why can't this person understand his own words, "Those are the six Jiangyang thieves, and they are the disciples of the Venerable Luo Song under the Ghost Mother Sect in Southern Xinjiang, and that Luo Song is said to have the magic power to control the ghosts and gods." However, our Wudang faction is not afraid of him, there are immortals flying away from the sky on our Wudang Mountain, it is said that the ancestor of the Tianjian Gate, Hao Xianren, is still cultivating in the stone room of Wudang Mountain, a few years ago, when the Tianjian Gate was compared, he fell from the sky, and many people have seen it. Our Patriarch Zeyang of the Iron Umbrella Gate is said to be still alive, but no one has ever seen him as an old man. ”

Speaking of the back, Yang Li's face was full of loss, "Even the master has only seen him once, and after passing on the martial arts, he will never see him again, and the master will deeply regret this when he finally dies." Alas, if Patriarch Zeyang is really alive, it would be good for us to meet each other, we and my senior brother have only learned thirty-six styles of the seventy-two styles of the Iron Umbrella Demon Swing, and the latter ones have not been able to learn the Tao, if we can see Patriarch Zeyang, we must ask his old man for advice in person!"

Fu Zeyang was about to ask in detail about the situation of the ancient rarity, when Yang Li suddenly shook the iron umbrella: "Not good, we have been surrounded!" He looked up and looked up, "There are people upstairs! We have to get out of here first!" He looked at Fu Zeyang's sword box again, "I don't think you have practiced martial arts, and you still have this sword box, is there a sword in it? No, those three nuns are going to suffer!" He grabbed Fu Zeyang's wrist, threw it hard towards the door, and used the iron umbrella to block the three poisonous needles for him, and scolded," The black hand Lao Qi is really black! You bully more and less, and the master won't play with you!"