Two voices of shouting, one outside the wall and one in the sky, fell on everyone's ears at the same time. Everyone in the wild temple had different expressions, Master Xin was relieved, the gray-clothed man was indifferent and disdainful, Yin Zhiqian was excited and curious, and escaped the death of the plump young woman on the ground.

Yin Zhiqian, who was riding on the young woman, was even more excited when he heard the two shouts from far away, reached out and rubbed it on the young woman's chest, and smiled at the woman lying on the ground crying in despair: "Sister-in-law, don't worry, wait for my brother to solve those nosy stupid things and then come and fight with my sister-in-law for three hundred rounds." ”

After saying that, he got up and gave the gray monk who was guarding the door of the temple an inquiring look. The gray-clothed monk didn't speak, just nodded slightly, signaling that Yin Zhiqian didn't have to worry about the people coming and couldn't threaten him. After Yin Zhiqian got the reassurance pill from the man in gray, he showed a grinning expression and waited for someone to appear.

The first thing everyone saw was the owner of the calm and majestic voice at the gate of the courtyard. A middle-aged man in his forties appeared at the gate of the courtyard wearing a robe and carrying a long sword, looking at the people in the courtyard with a calm face. The man's identity was recognized by everyone as soon as he appeared. There is no other reason, because everyone present has a portrait of him, and this person is the target of Yin Zhiqian's trip to suppress bandits, Ouyang Zhenhai, the head of the Caotou Mountain bandits.

Just when everyone was amazed that Ouyang Zhenhai dared to send it to the door by himself, there was a loud "boom" in the courtyard, and a burly figure fell from the sky and slammed into the ground, with smoke and dust everywhere. When the smoke cleared, a man who everyone had never seen before slowly stood up straight, holding a long black stick like a mountain, it was none other than Orion Jiang Shouichi who was hurrying after him from the small village below the mountain.

The appearance of the two still caused a commotion, although everyone in the courtyard was calm as usual, but the officers and soldiers of the state capital stationed outside the courtyard were in chaos first. The clanging of armor and the shouts of officers mingled in a chaotic commotion. The hundreds of mountain bandits brought by Ouyang Zhenhai had already been fighting with the officers and soldiers.

Yin Zhiqian didn't care about the war outside the hospital, but was quite curious about the two guys in the courtyard who dared to come to sweep his interest at this time. Yin Zhiqian stared at the middle-aged man who had already entered the courtyard and asked, "Ouyang Zhenhai?"

Ouyang Zhenhai didn't speak, but stared at the infamous young man with a wicked smile in the courtyard and nodded. Looking at the young man in front of him, the reckless hero who was already over the age of confusion had mixed feelings in his heart, and the tragic past that had been deposited in his heart for more than 20 years came to his mind again.

The Ouyang family has been in business for generations, although the ancestors have also been rich, but as the old saying goes, 'wealth is not passed on to three generations', and by the time Ouyang Zhenhai's father Ouyang Chuan's generation is already in the middle of the family. Ouyang Chuan is not good at management and has no talent for business, although he has worked hard for many years, he has only lost money but not made money, but fortunately, the rich foundation passed down by his ancestors will not make it difficult for life.

Ouyang Chuan's life was defeated and depressed, so he put his expectations on his son, hoping that Ouyang Zhenhai, who had studied hard in the books of sages, would be able to make a name for himself, and then he would make some money on his own way, so that Ouyang Zhenhai could embark on a glorious lintel in his career. When he was young, Ouyang Zhenhai was smart and studious, and after ten years of hard study, he finally got a reputation for being a person, and he was also a leader among scholars in the local small county.

Ouyang Chuan, who was overjoyed, wanted to pave the way for his son to enter the office. At that time, Yin Wenyuan was just a small county official in Qinghe County, and he and Ouyang Chuan were also some communicative nodding friends. Ouyang Chuan, who couldn't find the temple gate with pig's head meat, was sick and rushed to the doctor, so he found Yin Wenyuan, a county official who had some friendship.

How do you know that this Yin Wenyuan seems to be loyal, but in fact he is insidious and vicious, and he will do whatever it takes for his official fortune. It happened that there was a bizarre mystery case in Qinghe County at that time, which was never solved, so Yin Wenyuan pulled Ouyang Chuan to take the blame, and lied that the property given to him by Ouyang Chuan was lost at the scene of the murder. In the end, Ouyang Chuan, who couldn't keep the big punishment in prison, was finally beaten into a confession and sentenced to death.

The angry Ouyang Zhenhai complained to the yamen for his father but was beaten out, and then planned to sue the government and was chased and killed by the killers hired by Yin Wenyuan, and finally Ouyang Zhenhai, who almost died, was rescued by the old village owner of Caotou Mountain.

Ouyang Zhenhai, who was the owner of the cottage, had gone down the mountain several times to assassinate Yin Wenyuan's father and son, but he was unsuccessful, and now Yin Zhiqian, who is not as notorious as his father, is here to let himself meet, which is really God's eye. Although the person who gave him the news this time said in advance that Yin Zhiqian was guarded by a high-ranking person, how could he take care of these things when he was eager for revenge?

Yin Zhiqian saw that Ouyang Zhenhai didn't answer, so he continued to laugh lightly without fear: "Hey, Ouyang Zhai has been the king of the mountain for more than ten years, and he hasn't made much progress in other kung fu, but this posture has grown a lot, don't you really want to kill our father and son?" Now that I'm standing in front of you, young master, how about killing me again?"

Yin Zhiqian finished taunting Ouyang Zhenhai, who was silent, and then looked at the burly man who fell from the sky with extraordinary momentum and asked, "Dare to ask this hero, which green onion are you?" Young master, I don't remember whether I killed your father or slept with your wife. Well, then you should be the heroes who specialize in chivalry and fighting grievances as they are said on the rivers and lakes, right? Although I have killed many so-called heroes in the rivers and lakes over the years who don't know the height of the sky, and this big gun in my crotch has also conquered many handsome and nosy chivalrous fairies, but I still want to advise you, isn't it good to live? Why do you have to stretch out your head and come to die?"

Jiang Shouyi, whose face sank like water, stared at Yin Zhiqian as if he was looking at a dead man and asked, "Let me ask you, the girl surnamed He in the village at the foot of Mount A was raped and killed by you?"

Yin Zhiqian said with a look of embarrassment: "Last night, Young Master Ben did sleep with a little lady at the bottom of the mountain, and in the morning he killed her because she was distracted, but I don't know what the little lady's surname is." After speaking, he paused again and pretended to be frightened and said: "Could it be that the hero is here to avenge the little lady······?" Laughing to death Young Master Ben. After saying this, he finally couldn't help laughing: "Hahahaha! It's really funny, there are more people who want to kill this young master, and you don't pee to take care of yourself, how old are you? If young master, every time I kill someone, someone will come to seek revenge on me, then it will really annoy me if I can't kill me." This Yin Zhiqian's crazy words were incompatible with the original solemn atmosphere in the courtyard.

The spring breeze blew, and the courtyard added a bit of murderous atmosphere, Ouyang Zhenhai, who was listening to the sound of fighting outside the courtyard, couldn't help but slowly walk towards Yin Zhiqian, even if there was no such blood hatred, the young man in front of him who was extremely guilty of the crime must die on this Mount A today.

Ouyang Zhenhai listened to the willful sarcasm of the vicious young man, and suddenly pulled out the sword behind his back and kicked the ground with both feet, and his figure and sword shot straight at Yin Zhiqian who was standing in the middle of the courtyard.

And Yin Zhiqian, who was originally standing in the middle of the courtyard, saw that his sword stabbed like wind and thunder, and his face showed a look of horror.

Just when Ouyang Zhenhai had come to the front with a sword, Yin Zhiqian, who was originally full of horror in his eyes, suddenly gave him a smug smile, took a step back slightly, and a gray figure floated up and stood in front of Ouyang Zhenhai in Yin Zhiqian's original position.

The gray-clothed man stretched out two fingers in his right hand and pointed at the sword lightly, pressing on the tip of Ouyang Zhenhai's sword. Originally, this seemingly random finger made Ouyang Zhenhai, who was originally quite famous in the worldly rivers and lakes, feel like a thousand catties of huge power from the sword to his wrist. Ouyang Zhenhai had already known that this little beast was accompanied by a master, and he had already prepared in his heart, but he didn't expect that this gray-clothed man was so powerful, and he couldn't catch the power of the other party's fingers.

Ouyang Zhenhai's wrist was in pain, and in a hurry, he hurriedly flipped his wrist, borrowed the enemy's strength, and his body spun back and retreated a few steps, and his wrist was already numb from the shock, and then he grabbed the long sword that almost fell off his hand.

Jiang Shou, a burly man with a strange look standing on the side, saw Ouyang Zhenhai retreat with one move, and swept thousands of troops with a long stick in his hand, and instantly reached the waist of the gray-clothed man, attacking him. Seeing that this stick was more powerful than Ouyang Zhenhai's sword before, the man in gray didn't dare to slack off, changed his fingers into palms, turned his palms to block the long stick on his waist, and the palms and sticks struck each other with a muffled sound. Although the man in gray blocked the stick, he was also shocked by Jiang Shouyi's stick and took two steps back, and the strange feeling coming from the black stick made his eyes light up.

The gray-clothed man took two steps back and said "Huh", and looked at the black stick in Jiang Shou's hand in front of him. Obviously, the power of Jiang Shouyi's stick was somewhat unexpected by the man in gray.

The long black stick in Jiang Shou's hand was a parting gift from his cheap master who did not want to reveal his real name. This black long stick is different from the long stick used by ordinary martial artists on the rivers and lakes, the appearance is exaggerated, the hand is very heavy, and I don't know what material it is made of.

The man in gray stared at the long stick for a moment, and then spoke for the first time: "Your stick has some doorways, so let's do it, if you are willing to give the long stick in your hand, maybe I can spare your life." ”

Jiang Shouyi glanced at the gray-clothed man and said: "Today, Lao Tzu came here to slaughter the little beast behind you and avenge the Lao He family under the mountain, if you are interested, you may be able to pick up a small life and continue to repair your road of immortality, how about it?"

Seeing him taunt himself like this, the man in gray showed an ugly smile on his face and said, "The opportunity has been given to you, since you are unwilling to cherish it, then it is the same to kill you directly." ”

Jiang Shouyi also ignored the gray-clothed man, but said to Ouyang Zhenhai, who had retreated to the side: "Master Ouyang Village, you and I must join forces to succeed in today's matter." I'm going to pester this zombie face, and you're going to slaughter the little brute. After speaking, without waiting for Ouyang Zhenhai to nod in agreement, he rubbed himself up and faced the gray-clothed monk he called a zombie face.