Before I knew it, the snow was gone, and it turned into a drizzle of smoke. The spring breeze melted the snow in the north of the Yangtze River and greened the banks of the south of the Yangtze River.

Wan Qian (compound surname Moqi) Yutao is dressed in a coarse cloth white shirt, wearing a white Wensheng son's scarf, coarse cloth and green linen shoes under his feet, and carrying a square bamboo basket.

At this time, Wan Qi Yu Tao happily came down from the Sword Casting Villa, this went to the Sword Casting Villa to gain a lot, Duan Zhuang owner in learning that Wan Qi Yu Tao's intention was to travel the rivers and lakes, after writing a weapon book, he was very cordial to meet him, and strongly supported this, Duan Zhuang Lord will know the rivers and lakes of the magic weapons to tell him one by one. The owner of Duan Zhuang also said that in order to help him write a book, the Casting Sword Villa was willing to subsidize his travel expenses. The two had a great conversation.

After Wan Qi Yutao went down the mountain, the janitor who was not literate in the villa took Wan Qi Yutao's greeting post and looked at it for a while.

This Wan Yu Tao is in his early twenties this year, his family background is not bad, although he is not very rich, but he is also one of the richest families in the town, he has no worries about food and clothing since he was a child, he does not like to practice martial arts, he loves to read, but he also fell in love with the novels of the rivers and lakes, and he forgot to sleep and eat, and the sage books were full of footprints on the ground, but all kinds of novels were offered high by him. Whenever a storyteller passes by, he is rewarded with a lot of silver.

His father saw that he liked the stories of the rivers and lakes, and planned to let him practice martial arts, although he had already passed the championship, and it was a little late to practice martial arts again, but it was much better than letting him hold a broken book every day and imagine in a daze, burying his head and smirking. But this kid just doesn't practice, it's too hard. was so angry that his father was helpless, and scolded him for having low eyes and low ambitions.

Later, one day I don't know which tendon is wrong, Wan Qi Yutao said that he wanted to walk the rivers and lakes, there are many masters in the world, and he wanted to write a famous weapon book that will be listed all the world's divine soldiers. Each piece will have a long and detailed description.

The most embarrassing thing is that he is timid in his bones, and he is worried when he talks to others, and the reason why he can get by on the surface is because everyone in the town respects his father for three points, so he can barely look at him squarely, and he wants to say that he usually "fights with people", but he can't say it, he will scold himself, but his son has been really cowardly since he was a child. Since he was a child, nothing can be done for a long time, so this time I didn't care too much about him, and gave him some silver taels, thinking that it would not be more than ten days, and he would definitely come back when he spent the silver. But who knew that there would be no news from this kid for two months as soon as he left, and his father leaned on the door every day to look forward to it, and in the past two months, there have been more gray hairs.

Wan Qiyu Tao is not far from the Casting Sword Mountain, the blue clouds in the east are pressing, it is the end of spring, the weather is no longer cold, and the light rain is no longer good for a young man who is in a very good mood at this time, especially the sun is shining in the west, and the drizzle in the east makes this scholar poetic.

Holding an oil-paper umbrella, smelling the spring buds, walking happily in the drizzle, full of absurd words.

Suddenly, he saw a ball of fire flying in the sky and landed not far in front, but he frightened this naturally timid Wan Qi Gongzi, and sat on the ground in a panic, and when he got up again, his white clothes were full of muddy water.

"Isn't there really a monster on this river and lake? Will it eat people? Just now it flew in the sky by fire, was it beaten down by the rain or did it fall down to eat me when it saw me? No, I have an umbrella in the way, it can't see it. No wonder it rained all of a sudden, it turned out that God was going to kill this monster, but I obviously didn't hear the thunder......" Wan Qi Yutao muttered in his heart, wanting to go up and see what the monster was, but also very scared and wanted to run away.

Just when Wan Qi Yutao couldn't make up his mind, two figures not far away were as fast as a frightening wave, one red and one white, and Wan Qi Yutao, who was deaf and clear-sighted, could see clearly that it was two young men with guns running in the direction of the monster.

At this time, Wan Qi Yutao had the courage, the speed of the two people just now was faster than the hero in Mr. Storyteller's story, they must be the dragon and phoenix among the people, the chivalrous and courageous people, and the monster could not escape from their palms, and the rain and the demon fire were not in danger today. After thinking about it, Wan Qi Gongzi heroically put away the oil-paper umbrella, twisted his waist step by step, and ran forward, but without running two steps, a dog gnawed slipped under his feet......

Besides, after the Bliss cultists in front of them landed, they were just about to ransack the village, when they found two people rushing out of the forest, and their bodies were extremely strong, and the crispy drizzle could hardly wet their clothes.

The one-eyed old man led by the Cult of Bliss stared at the two and said, "You two don't have to meddle in things, I have been angry in this village all my life, and I came today to ask them to pay off their debts." ”

The man in red and red spear among the two people who came said: "The Cultists of Bliss are killing people everywhere for the sake of the rivers and lakes, since the two of us have seen it today, even if you are unlucky, you can't kill the people in this village." ”

"Hmph, the sect leader passed on our kung fu, let us be human beings in two lives, what can't be seen through, hypocritical and righteous boy, learn to meddle in other people's affairs, then you will die first. With that, four Bliss disciples besieged the two.

When Wan Qiyu ran to the edge of the forest covered in mud and water, he saw that the six of them had already fought together, and the four monsters looked like people, but they were all disabled, and the two young and promising heroes were really heroic. The young man in red had a red eyebrow-raising short gun in his hand, which was extremely fast, and the shadow of the gun beside him was like a red curtain, surrounding himself and making it impossible to get through, and sometimes a red phantom pointed at the strange man beside him.

And the man in white clothes and white guns, the big gun in his hand is surprisingly big, the momentum is heavy, and the opponent who hits each shot is backwards, although the big gun is heavy, the gun is extremely accurate, one is pierced with eyebrows, two is pierced at heart, three points are chest and abdomen and four are teased, the big gun sweeps and amputates both legs, the head of the gun is divided into two shoulders, the oolong swings the tail and smashes the enemy's head, and the tail of the gun pokes a thousand catties.

Wan Yutao stretched his neck to see the blood boiling, almost cheered, and subconsciously put his hand into his arms to take out the silver to give a reward. This is much more energetic than what the storyteller said.

A miserable scream, the one-eyed old man's good eye was hit by the red gun, at this time he was crazy like a blind beater, he had just ignited the flame of revenge, his eyes were blind meant that there was no hope of revenge in this life, and he was so hateful, fortunately, the fatal red gun ended his life in time, so that he could get rid of the pain of hatred as soon as possible.

The big white spear also smashed a man's head when the enemy heard the screams and was distracted.

The two fights, which had turned into one-on-one scenes, ended quickly. The blood of the four Blissmen was mixed with the spring rain, moistening the green shoots that had broken through the ground.

After Zhong Lishui killed Li Renji and betrayed Qingluomen, the insidious side of the Rakshasa spear Fang Weishan was exposed, and then he was taught by the Eternal Day Red Squirrel Hades to be neither human nor ghost, Fang Weishan lost his son and his martial arts mood was blocked, and he became very angry and vicious. Gunxiu Hongshannong and Gunjie Ge Zhongliang left Qingluomen and traveled the rivers and lakes together.

After they had just met the Bliss cultists fighting, they found that there were people behind the tree secretly watching them fight, and now when they came to the edge of the forest, they saw a young man covered in muddy water kneeling on the ground and vomiting, his face was pale, and his stomach was about to vomit.

"Who killed my Bliss Cultist?" a deep voice rang out from the sky.

It was the first time to see such a bloody scene, and Wan Qi Yutao felt uncomfortable in his abdomen. After he heard this roar that resounded through the heavens and the earth, the throbbing from his soul, he didn't care about retching, and looked up to see a large fire, an old man in white clothes and white robes fell from the sky, glaring at several people.

"Oh, it's over, the old demon has come to take revenge......" Wan Qiyu collapsed to the ground in fright.