The so-called rules on the Luoyang Road are those tricks that have only recently become popular and are significantly stupid no matter how you look at them.

Blindfolded and smoking pieces of paper between blades or spreading their hands into the oil pot to fish for copper coins and other things, although many of the junior colonels of the Xiyuan Forbidden Army and the officials of the Northern Lieutenant Office were happy to use this kind of boring duel to prove their courage and means, and almost every day they could see such idiots being carried to the altar of Taiping Road to get Fu Shui for emergency rescue. But Jiang Pengshi really didn't expect that there would be a person in the yamen who made such a ridiculous child's play suggestion to him so seriously.

The one who proposed raised his head and looked at the sky, and said in a tone like reciting a sacred text: "One hundred and eight thousand miles to the west of my Great Han, there is an island country in the extreme west of the country of rest. In order to decide the affairs of the kingdom, they stuck a sword in a stone, and they agreed with each other who would draw it, and they would do what the man wanted. ”

After retelling this Arthurian legend that had not yet appeared at the moment, Wei Ye's wrist turned, the hilt of the sword pointed to the ground, and Tao Qianjin suddenly came out of the sheath.

Different from the saber with a rich decorative style preferred by ordinary scholars, Tao Qianjin does not have the delicate round carving plate and other fancy equipment on the ordinary sword, and the simple and elegant Yin line carving style has a kind of minimalist taste, which is not a literary sword as an ornament, but an authentic martial sword, and it is unsheathed with an awe-inspiring feeling. It's a pity that the way out of the sheath is really wrong, it was Wei Ye who pressed the sheath on the machine spring, like pouring beans, with the blade facing up and the hilt pouring down.

Taking off the shackles of the bamboo sheath, the weight of the peach gold suddenly rose, and it slammed into the ground, and with a bang, most of the hilt of the sword had been submerged in the soil, leaving only the sword body outside, straight to the sky, buzzing and vibrating. This sword is contained in the bamboo sheath, although the material is special, it has been transformed from psychic ancient wood to another kind of natural treasure, faintly has a bit of wood and gold petrified wood-like quality, and in the eyes of ordinary people, it is still a peach wood sword with a special texture after all. However, this time, there was a sound of breaking the wind and roaring when the peach daughter came out of the sheath, and there was a loud sound like Bolang's iron spine stabbing King Qin, which shocked the onlookers.

The young man in charge of the Taiping Dao Altar held the green steel rod in his hand, and couldn't help but look at Wei Ye a few times thoughtfully.

This sword, which was beyond the expectations of the young disciples of the Taiping Dao, Jiang Pengshi, Xuan Liu, and the northern lieutenants, and those who were willing to stay next to this altar or not, played with the most shocking appearance of someone sitting on the branch of the old locust with that unreasonable weight.

Looking at the wooden sword with a straight body and simple ornamentation heavily inserted into the ground, Jiang An and Jiang Guling, the current northern lieutenant Shirong Peng immediately made the most direct judgment of the old rivers and lakes - either the bearded man who climbed onto the branch practiced an extremely domineering and heavy secret weapon technique, or this scribe who looked a little sour and gangsterly practiced the most clumsy and powerful foreign kung fu. Jiang Pengshi, who has been rubbing for half his life, didn't think about how this unreliable scribe could look at it except for his tongue and tongue, and he thought that he would show such a hand, who is this for Ma Wei?

Wei Ye couldn't hear the voice of the old Jianghu, he swept the bamboo sheath in his hand, and lowered his head with interest to meet the eyes of the master of the Taoist altar in Tonghe: "The bull temper friend of Taiping Dao, just like the story just now, let's make a bet." ”

At this time, the sun has turned west, and the white clouds in the sky are walking on the road towards the golden and bright red burning clouds, under the reflection of the glow, not to mention the waist knife of the northern lieutenant and the steel rod in the hands of this Taiping Dao disciple who looks like a little stone without turning the momentum, has been wrapped in a scorching orange and yellow halo, and even the peach daughter has also hidden its original color in this glow. Wei Ye looked at the peach daughter with a sharp edge, and opened his mouth in a tone like a good show: "With such a heavy weapon, you should also have the strength to do it." I don't know if you can move or not move my sword? If you can't move, let me make my debut, don't resist the law violently, won't you?"

This is a provocation, this is a slap in the face, this is forcing Taiping Dao to start a war with the northern lieutenant in advance.

In the long history, the fuse of many wars is not so eye-catching, the beautiful shepherd boy abducted someone else's daughter-in-law to complete the Trojan War, the largest scene in Greek mythology, the toilet carried by a certain groom still made the European princes of the Dark Ages kill a hundred years of corpses and blood, from this point of view, the role of the peerless beauty Queen Helen and an old toilet can be almost the same amount. It would be too disgraceful if the Book of the Later Han Dynasty a hundred years later wrote about the events of Emperor Guanghe of the Han Dynasty, and it was determined in the section on the Taiping Road Incident in Luoyang that this kind of stupid gambling led to a great uprising that swept Kyushu.

Jiang Guling glared at the high-ranking scribe sitting on the branch of the tree with some sour teeth, and said in his heart, who are you pitting? Once this kid can't stand the excitement, if he really plays a drama of rioting and killing officials and throwing himself into the green forest, can you, a sour thing, run away? In this world, nine out of ten are broken, and it is a sour man like you who has a low eye, and I don't know what the temperament of the barbarian boy of Taiping Dao is, if he makes trouble with this sour man first, it will be fine......

Jiang Pengshi's heart obviously did not reach the heart of the barbarian boy, and he looked up at the green-shirted scribe with a not very serious smile on his face, and the director of Taiping Daotong and Li opened his mouth, sounding a little happy:

"Then I'll listen to you, and do it. But if I can afford your toy sword, you'll all have to fight me later. ”

Shocked by such bold words, Jiang Pengshi and Wei Shuyi glanced at each other, and the expressions on their faces clearly read, "Where did the gods of Taiping Dao find such a muddy person?!"

I couldn't help these two people in the system to criticize the organization and construction of Taiping Dao more, and I saw that the short-haired brute boy leaned down and grabbed the hilt of the wooden sword, and at the same time shouted in a low voice:

"Wait!"

"Slow down!"

Shouting "come slowly" in his mouth, Wei Ye, who was still lying on the old locust tree and pretending to be profound, held the bamboo sheath in his hand in one hand, turned around, and rolled and climbed from the branch with his hands and feet. This method is really not clever, let alone the slightest beauty at all, but as he fell, the bamboo sheath that had been held by Wei Ye was thrown down by him.

Even if his martial arts are not good, Wei Ye still has some accuracy in throwing things, and this matter is evidenced by the unlucky wolf demon in Bishan. The person got down from the tree, the sheath was shot, and he exerted his force on the waist of the brute boy, and suddenly lifted the seemingly ordinary heavy wooden sword upward, and the bamboo sheath with the meaning of the old bamboo withering yellow but wrapped in lacquer fell in time.

The sword is unsheathed.

Grabbing the hilt of the wooden sword with both hands, he looked at the young man with a natural brute intent with a slight surprise, his eyes lit up, but the sword stood still, allowing a hand to reach over and press on the scabbard.

"It's not about throwing the dice and yelling at five and six, there's no way you play like this. ”

With this not much imposing complaint, the green-shirted scribe who had already bullied the brute boy took a step towards the other party who was close at hand.

Stepping on the ground between the two feet of the brute boy, Wei Ye maintained the posture of grabbing the scabbard with his left hand, and his body was on one side, and his right palm was like a knife, cutting directly at the wrist of the opponent's sword.

This is really an extremely wonderful and frenzied grappling technique, if you are bullied in front of you by such a fist kung fu master with such a fierce and fast rhythm, no matter who you are, you should be defeated very quickly under the continuous blows of the tendons, wrong bones, and throat locks in the next series of grappling kung fu.

However, the next development was completely unexpected by the old rivers and lakes, and the brute boy, who was still slightly flexible and still holding the hilt of the sword with both hands, suddenly let go of his right hand.

Holding the heavy sword firmly with one hand, his fist met Wei Ye's palm straight up.

The middle finger of the clenched fist protruded slightly, and it smashed Wei Ye's palm knife.

The fist was divided with a touch, accompanied by Wei Ye's inhalation with the meaning of pain.

"It's a lot of effort. ”

"It's not. ”

In two simple sentences, Wei Ye withdrew his palm, raised his knee, and all the power condensed from his back waist went along his left leg to the vital point of this brute boy's lower plate.

It's a pity that the opponent's martial arts are much more sophisticated than a certain amateur player, but the three indiscriminate flirting legs under this move are reversed together because of the opponent's legs that bounce up at the same time, and the green-shirted scribe is directly knocked out.

was also accompanied by an unwilling sigh, and the gloomy atmosphere of Wu Zixu passing through Shaoguan was so unrepressed.

The green-shirted scribe, whose martial arts and swordsmanship were average, was defeated and lost within three moves, and he threw himself into the street and withdrew.

Substitute player Jiang An, the newly appointed Northern Lieutenant Office City Rongpeng, reluctantly replaced the temporary teammates whose combat effectiveness was not even as good as that of geese.

In addition to dragging his feet, the pig-like teammates who have no other use are leaning on the old locust tree at the moment, with a look of shame on his face, "Xiaosheng, I'm sorry for the Han Dynasty", and he didn't forget to warn:

"Watch out for this sword!"

Of course, it's not a matter of being careful with the brute boy's swordsmanship, if Wei Ye's swordsmanship is barely able to rank G-level, this kid who knows how to mess around with brute force has no choice but to fall out of the alphabet when he makes the sword skill rating.

But if the peach daughter is unsheathed again, it will be in the hands of this kid who likes to play heavy weapons with the weight of the Qinglong Yanyue Knife, the Plum Blossom Bright Silver Hammer, and the Dugu Xuantie Heavy Sword......

It's better than Texas murder **** A king-size logging chainsaw that has just been oiled and the blue light on the blade is shining, the murderous soldiers are out of the sheath and feasting on blood, and the northern lieutenant is losing soldiers and losing generals, and the bloody altar is ...... Oops, it's really shocking just thinking about it.

So this sentence is really not for Jiang Pengshi, this swordsman who is skilled in swordsmanship does not know the mystery of magic after all, and he can't see the danger hidden in the peach daughter. This voice is really for those who really care.

The peach and the gold are all in the hands of the brute boy, even those who have a clear brain, and they also know the mystery hidden in this sword. Wei Ye's shout just woke up.

After only a slight pause, the brute boy who was still holding the peach daughter in his left hand pressed the hilt of the sword and slammed it back!

The palm was not because Jiang Pengshi held the sword in his left hand, let alone because Jiang Guling held the knife in his right hand, but because this barbarian boy who looked extremely fierce abandoned the hilt of the sword and did not hold it, but pressed the scabbard with his palm, and hit his right fist out like a heavy slamming vertebrae, and smashed straight into the sheath tail of the bamboo sheath!

This punch was smashed extremely hard, and the heart and liver of its owner couldn't help jumping, and the sentence "be careful and gentle" couldn't be exported, and the peach daughter was out of the sheath again. The sword body made of psychic ancient peach wood is straight and rigid, and with the strength of the brute boy's fist, he walked out of a sword path that is as straight as this fist, like a rush that has just accumulated enough strength to hit the city, straight out of the bamboo sheath shackles, with the head of the sword as the head, the target is Jiang Guling's chest.

The moment when the wooden sword came out of the sheath and brought out a dull howling wind, Jiang Guling understood that he had definitely collided with the gods and walked away, thinking that the brute boy in front of him was just a talented and rough character with the strength of a brute bull, but this hand of strength has exceeded the ordinary martial arts by a lot, even in the army, this is also a good man of the first level of the forward school officer. Ren is more knowledgeable than he is, and he didn't expect that a little-known little principal disciple of Taiping Dao would be so vigorous!

The young man with a fiery temperament like a flame did not seem to exaggerate his toned body like a stone confrontation, but this cannonball-like punch was delivered with a real sense of strength.

It's not a bluff of brutality, it's a real toughness.

Half leaning on the old locust tree, Wei Ye, who could really see the danger of this punch and a sword, snorted lightly, his right hand was raised behind him, his thumb pressed down on his ring finger, and his little finger was bent in the palm of his hand, but the middle finger of his index finger stood side by side like a sword, and he slashed downward.

The danger that can be seen is not considered danger, only the danger that cannot be seen is the real danger of compassion. The young immortal warlock who understood this truth half-squinted, looking at the most beautiful and dazzling scene of burning clouds and burning glow before sunset, and very accurately grasped this best time to strike.

His fingertips, a little spark, flickered and disappeared, as if they were all about to merge into the last and best light and shadow before sunset.