"What a powerful swordsmanship", the monk Ziyi closed his eyes and turned the Buddha beads, "I'm afraid this sword is difficult to block easily, the white-clothed scholar only used thirty percent of his vitality, if he uses all his strength, I'm afraid the fat man will penetrate this teahouse."

The fat man with a fat head and big ears was pulled out of the wall, his face was bleeding and his nose was collapsed. An old green cloth coat had already cracked, revealing a white buttocks. The fat man didn't care that the pig's head was bigger than just now, covered his hands on the exposed cheeks behind him, and ran away wildly, without the slightest delay, and flew as agile as grass.

Yang Ze whispered a few words to the old woman beside him, and Han Yao quietly chased in the direction where the fat man left.

At this time, a team of golden-armored soldiers and horses came from a distance, rushing into the light market, and the crowd drove away the tourists. A few of the front-line thugs whipped the hawkers with whips in their hands, and the crowd immediately avoided them like a tide, making way for a wide road.

A young man in a dark green robe, about sixteen or seventeen years old, holding a string of fine red sandalwood beads in his hand, kept turning, walked ten steps away from the ring, and stopped. The flattering yellow-faced old man beside him was followed by a Taoist priest holding a white dust, wearing a Taoist crown, his demeanor was very simple, and he had a detached and out-of-world bearing, as if everything had nothing to do with him, and behind him were more than a dozen servants holding a simple knife.

"Your Royal Highness, I have already found out, it is this white-clothed scholar who saved the seriously injured Keqing of the Murong family yesterday", the yellow-faced old man whispered in the young man's ear with a pair of slippery little eyes, revealing shrewdness.

This person skinned Huizhou people also knew him, and the people of Huizhou privately scolded him as a "yellow-faced skeleton ghost", relying on the power of King Lu to run rampant in Huizhou, and did a lot of immoral things that hurt heaven and reason.

Yang Ze looked down from the teahouse, the young man was none other than Han Ren, the son of King Lu, who had seen him in Yanguilou yesterday, so he recognized it at a glance.

King Lu is the emperor of Huizhou.

Han Ren, who wanted to be windy and rainy, never dreamed that the Murong family would openly disobey the royal decree and want to marry Murong Lianyi within three days, "daydreaming", Han Ren said angrily in his heart.

What's even more hateful is that last night, several Murong Keqing who refused to obey were besieged and failed to extinguish their mouths, but the palace lost dozens of elite soldiers, and those seriously injured Keqing were also rescued, and it was the white-clothed scholar in the ring who didn't want to save people.

"Okay, okay, I'll see if he really has three heads and six arms, and I'll transfer five hundred Huizhou elite heavy armored cavalry to suppress the formation."

"Obey the order", the yellow-faced skeleton ghost just took a step and retreated, "Your Royal Highness, without the Xuantie Tiger Fu of the Changxin Palace, no one is allowed to mobilize more than three hundred heavy armored cavalry, otherwise it is a great crime to rebel."

"What kind of bullshit copper tripod national policy, Feihua Daoist", he glanced back at the Taoist behind him, "You go to fight for this son, remember to torture him for me, don't let him die too happily."

"Yes".

The Taoist jumped up, crossed the crowd, and just as his body was about to fall, his right foot tapped his left foot, and his body climbed continuously in the air, jumping into the ring, and the crowd erupted in cheers.

"Qingyun Zong?, Wudang Mountain's light skills", the double-pronged knife Ding Wei said to himself, "This old way turned out to be Wudang Mountain, and the Flying Sword Sect and Wudang Mountain Taoist priests competed for light skills, and Qingyun Zong was superior."

Not far from Yang Ze, an old man and a young man from other places sat down, both of whom were dressed as merchants. The small one held a jade pendant in his hand and kept rubbing it, and the old one looked like an old dragon clock, hunched over. At first, he asked the little one to sit down and stand by himself, and then sat down and only sat on the stool with half of his buttocks, looking distressed and honestly afraid.

The two ordered a Huizhou tofu brain, this Huizhou tofu brain bean juice is white, the brain is as white as jade fat, it melts in the mouth, and some sauce and seasoning are added, which is the most delicious. It is as famous as this lantern festival and is a must-try delicacy for merchants.

The shopkeeper put the tofu brain on the table angrily, frowned and muttered, "Now that the world is declining, this old man loves his grandson too much." This grandson also sat down as soon as he sat down, and he didn't know if he let this old man sit first, could it be that he was still the old man's grandfather at a young age?", he was annoyed that it was so lively outside, and he was busy in the store, and he didn't have a chance to join in the excitement of the big scene that was rare in a century.

Xiao'er asked an old man in a gray robe opposite curiously, "Uncle, what happened next?"

The old man was obviously a private school in Huizhou City, and there was also the "Shizu Xunji" approved by the Benxiangtuo Dynasty next to him, followed by several poor students who followed him on a study tour.

"The daughter of the Murong family is in the prime of her cardamom years, and she was favored by the prince of Luwang, which caused Huizhou chickens to fly and dogs to jump, and her face was ruined...... , I am afraid that the world defeated by the ancestor emperor will be defeated in the hands of this group of unscrupulous descendants", the old man seemed to have no heart to eat the bowl of hot tofu brain in front of him, put down the spoon in his hand, and sighed.

After thinking about it, he then said, "You are from other places, I don't know that the lord downstairs is Han Ren, the son of King Lu, it is said that the government of the DPRK and China, someone let out the wind, after the new emperor is in power, he will immediately give him a hereditary replacement, give him a thousand households, this Huizhou is considered to have suffered."

Next to his right hand, a young man who looked like a poor student, listening to the teacher, his eyes were ruddy, and because he was too excited, the green tendons on his forehead protruded. "For the sake of the ministers, the king worries about the ministers, and the king humiliates the ministers to death. King Jing is a humble corporal, working day and night on state affairs, unlike some people in the court who only want to clear his name, King Jing is the Duke of Zhou is alive", the scholar looked heroic and upright, and said with a straight face, "Today, there are fewer and fewer people who are worried about the country and the people, and most of them cling to the party struggle and talk about the country." ”

Hearing this, Xiao'er not only looked up at him more, but a trace of unpredictable thought flashed in his eyes, which was fleeting.

"Cough, cough" Another poor student, looking at the jade pendant in the hand of the child opposite, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, coughed twice, and then said, "The teacher is strong and the dragon does not suppress the head snake, and the king of Lu is huge, be quiet, don't talk about state affairs", and made a silent gesture.

"I want to think that Huang Hongcai, the prefect of Huizhou, was eloquent and strategic, but unfortunately he was born at the wrong time", the red-lipped and white-toothed child put down the tofu brain bowl in his hand and muttered to himself, and then continued to eat with his head down, as if nothing had happened here, looking indifferent.

"Amitayus Buddha, poor Dao Zhao Yanhai came to ask the donor for advice on Wangting Mountain Plum Blossom Tianyan", downstairs Feihua Dao people bowed their heads, swept the dust, and a pair of fairy wind bones.

The white-clothed scholar did not speak, the soft sword was unsheathed, and the vitality was circulating, as if facing a great enemy.

"It turned out to be a Taoist priest of Wudang Mountain's 'Yan' generation, which is more than the same generation as Zhao Yan, the head of Wudang Mountain", Yang Ze couldn't help but look at the stage, Wudang Mountain taught Zhao Yan more than many years ago, and his martial arts had entered the realm of King Kong, and he was crowned with a purple robe by the emperor of the dynasty, and he ruled the Quartet Taoism.

The white-clothed scholar's sword was like a floating flower, the tip of the sword trembled like a green snake, and what caught his eye was dozens of sharp sword tips. The sword qi broke through the air, sneered, and slashed towards the Feihua Dao people.

Plum blossom Tianyan stabbing sword pose.

After the white-clothed scholar heard the name of the Feihua Daoist, he shot mercilessly.

Feihua Daoren's face showed a sarcastic smile, raised his hand to block, and golden light emanated from his arm, and dragon claws covered with golden scales faintly emerged from the skin of Daoist's hands, and Jian Gang disappeared without a trace immediately by this push. Then the Taoist's right leg was straight, his left knee was rotated inward, and his left foot was like a bow and kicked directly towards the heart of the white-clothed scholar.

The white-clothed scholar rose into the air like a sharp arrow, the sword light flashed, splitting from top to bottom, the sword light soared into the sky, like a green dragon flipping and dancing in the air, and it was like the Yongjiang River at the foot of Wangting Mountain.

Plum Blossom Tianyan Splitting Sword Style!

Wangting Mountain's first sword technique is indeed insidious and fierce.

Feihua Daoist was full of vitality, stretched out his hand again to block, and suddenly his arm clothes exploded, the two-sleeved Taoist robe flew like paper butterflies, and debris flew all over the sky, where the sword qi went, the ground of the ring "clicked" and broke out a big hole three zhang wide, and it collapsed violently, and the crowd under the ring retreated to dodge, and the wood chips that flew from it.

Feihua Daoist secretly praised, "Good swordsmanship".

The white-clothed scholar's eyes were shining, the sword move suddenly burst out, the figure did not rush forward but retreated, one after another brilliant sword qi, thick as a pillar, vaguely able to see countless sword lights converged into a sword pillar, around the center of the circle crazy rotation towards the Feihua Dao people, this sword seems to be unremarkable, but it has reached the point of incredible, implying that the plum blossom Tianyan stabbing and picking the three major moves, the vitality is magnificent, slashing everything that swept by, killing immortals, killing Buddhas, killing Buddhas, everyone can no longer care about cheering, and retreat.

The dust fluttered in the elbow of the Feihua Dao man, and the dust rose sharply, like a sharp sword gathered together, sweeping towards the thick sword pillar. This Feihua Taoist is worthy of being a Taoist of Wudang Shanyan's generation, and integrates the Wudang Taiji sword move into the dust silk, and the wisps of dust are like ever-changing thin swords, provoking the sword pillar.

Dingdingding......

Countless dense collision sounds came, and the sword pillar collapsed in front of the Feihua Dao people under the instigation of Tai Chi four or two thousand catties, and ceased to exist. The dust did not stop, and there was a shuttle sound, hitting the chest of the white-clothed scholar.

"Do you see the ever-changing sword moves in Zhao Yanhai's dust?", Monk Ziyi asked in a low voice to Ding Wei, the flying sword who was holding a cup of herbal tea and looking at it in a daze.

Ding Wei's face turned red, he hurriedly took a sip of herbal tea, and sneered, "Old bald donkey, come to me again, why didn't I see it, it was just the sword move of Wudang Sword Taiji Sword."

The Ziyi monk smiled slightly, and stopped making a sound, this flying sword Ding Wei still didn't see the ever-changing moves hidden in the dust.

The figure of the white-clothed scholar kept retreating, the soft sword was like a long snake swinging its tail, and the light and shadow of the green snake emerged and dissolved the ever-changing sword moves in the white dust silk that swept to his chest, and his arm was still swept by the dust silk, and small blood marks appeared.

The white-clothed scholar bit his lip and urged the vitality to be injected into the soft sword, he and the Feihua Dao people both used soft weapons, so they couldn't use internal force to break the opponent's weapons. I saw the green dragon roaring, and the green snake swayed and wrapped around several dragon shadows, and he and the Feihua Daoist hit in midair, and the sword light flashed in the air, accompanied by a faint thunder sound.

Plum blossom Tianyan winding sword pose!

The soft sword turned into a green dragon, the dust turned into a white dragon, and the green dragon and the white dragon fought with each other, like thunder, and the fight was inseparable. There was a loud bang, and the two fell to the ground separately. Inch long filaments of dust fell from the top of the crowd's heads, like a light snow.

Only the cyan dusty wooden handle was left in the hands of the Feihua Dao people, and the front chest was in tatters, and he stood there motionless in a daze. A drop of blood dripped down the tip of the sword on the white-clothed scholar's arm, and he seemed to be seriously injured.

"This white-clothed scholar was still defeated by the Wudang Mountain Dao people", the crowd whispered.

Suddenly, the Feihua Daoist laughed, and countless tiny traces of blood appeared on his face, crisscrossing and crisscrossing, and with a bang, he turned into a puddle of flesh and blood, and was actually chopped by the sword qi.