The border has been in a big war, the people in the hinterland of the Central Plains are also concerned about the war, these days, the scholars and warriors gathered in the teahouses and taverns in Liyang, the businessmen who run the rivers and lakes, love to talk about the most, and the most often talked about thing is the situation on the battlefield, in order to show their breadth and knowledge and well-informed, but there are true and false things in it, and there is no lack of mixed with their own opinions and unscrupulous cowhides.

At the beginning, people would blush and have thick necks arguing over some trivial things, but later, everyone got used to it, and there were only a few people who argued again, and most people just held teacups and wine glasses, and ate with chopsticks to watch the excitement.

After all, the Central Plains is too big, and those barbarians' horses run from the north to the south, and it will take several months to stop for a moment, even if those defenders are really muddy, unless a miracle falls from the sky, it is impossible for the barbarians to enter the Central Plains.

In the rivers and lakes, there is more of a Taoist priest from the north who has disappeared, and the monk from the south has killed the white-fronted tiger in the mountain with a punch, and who is not worthy of the name on the newly released list of the top ten masters.

Of course, these top ten masters are not the top ten masters on the martial arts list, not even the top ten masters in a certain state and county, but similar to the top ten masters in a certain county, and the people who rated this rank are not old men who are as knowledgeable and have some mysterious feelings as the old man of Tianji, but these locals who gather in the tavern and are extremely bored.

But a local who has seen the world really can't listen to it.

This person's name is Wang Donglai, and he said that he has seen the world, just because he went out to work hard with a few hundred taels of silver three years ago, and now he has nothing left, and he has returned to his hometown in disgrace.

Wang Dong said: "If you want me to say, don't have the first splendid sword, the second killing sword, now the boasting is powerful, really want to compare, not to mention the top ten masters on the martial arts list, that is, the ten masters of Wanzhou, the eight heroes of Zhongzhou, or something, and they don't know how many streets." ”

Probably got used to his attitude for a long time, the people around him just cut a sound, then waved their hands and stopped looking at him, and continued to talk about their own, of course people know who he is talking about, even if he has never been out of the county, but the news always comes in, everyone knows that the splendid knife in the county is not as good as the ten heroes of Wanzhou, and it is not as good as any Zhongzhou Bahao, where do you want him to remind.

Wang Donglai was very annoyed when he saw this, and was about to speak, when a person sitting next to him spoke.

This man was ordinary in life, with black hair scattered, and after entering the door, he sat there, drinking to himself, without saying a word.

Now that he spoke, with a smile on his face, he said, "Then tell me, who is the most powerful of the Eight Heroes in Zhongzhou?"

As soon as he heard this, he looked down at the stupid face of the person who asked him, and secretly sighed in his heart, but on the surface he was proud, probably because he had finally found a place where he could show off his knowledge.

He looked at the man's eyes and said very seriously: "If you want to say Zhongzhou Bahao, everyone is extremely powerful, but if you want to say that the most powerful of them, it should be the drunken crane knife god in Kaifeng Mansion, he lives in Kaifeng Mansion Drunken Crane all day long, raising a one-person tall white crane, and the treasure knife in his hand is said to have fallen off the cliff when he was a child, and was found in the bird's nest of the white crane halfway up the mountainside. ”

He said so much, what he wanted to tell the other party most was not that he knew what the Drunken Crane Sword God was, but that he had been to Kaifeng Mansion, a small place where most people had never even gone out of their own small county, and he had been to Kaifeng Mansion thousands of miles away.

But in his opinion, the person sitting on the side was really stupid, and he didn't capture the point of his words at all, just smirked there, and said in his mouth: "Haha, it sounds very powerful, Kaifeng, I'll hurry now, go over and see, what kind of drunken crane sword god is as good as you say." ”

"Just you?" Wang Donglai snorted coldly, his eyes were full of disdain, he was about to mock this uninformed rough man fiercely, but his mouth was wide open, but not a word came out of it.

When he was sitting, he couldn't see anything, but now the rough man stood up, a head taller than him, and his long black hair spread out around his master's body, quiet and quiet, and people watched, but he was dancing like a demon god.

He didn't dare to speak.

There was still a lot of people around, people were still talking eagerly, no one paid attention to him, and in the same way, he didn't notice anyone else at this time, and it seemed to him that the whole world seemed to be a little quieter, because of the man with crazy eyes in front of him.

He suddenly remembered another rumor he had heard in recent days.

There was a madman named Hu Bugui in the rivers and lakes, and in just a few days, he walked thousands of miles, and every time he went to a place, he looked for the number one master in that place to fight.

Whether it's the first in the village or the first in a small county, or the first in a certain sect, he doesn't care, as long as it's the first, he has to fight with others, at the beginning people still think he is too arrogant, not self-measured, but when it comes to the duel, the man is just a swing arm, or what kind of moves, and people who are regarded as the top masters on weekdays can't stand up.

He didn't die, he wasn't even seriously injured, but he just couldn't stand up, no matter where he hit your body, that force entered your body, and it always sealed the big holes on your opponent's legs, and after two hours, it would recover on its own.

So far, there are hundreds of famous and unfamous masters in his hands, and his name has gradually spread everywhere, although some crazy and crazy, most of the people are crazy when they mention him, and one day he will meet a powerful person, let him know that there are people outside the world, and there is a truth outside the sky.

But there are still some people who are full of expectations for him, thinking that whether it is three years, five years, or ten years, he has traveled to every corner of the rivers and lakes and defeated all the firsts, so is he the first in the world?

Although he had only traveled a thousand miles now, his name had already spread to any place where news could reach.

Legend has it that the madman was a tall, tower-like man with long hair that was always draped, and when he smiled, the light in his eyes made you feel like he was looking at a bloodthirsty beast.

But when Wang Xiaoer wanted to look up and take a look again, that person had already gone out.

Hu Bugui went out, but he didn't go, he had been to Kaifeng, but he hadn't been there for too many years, and now he forgot where Kaifeng was, he knocked on the courtyard door in a remote corner of the county.

Pushing the door out of the courtyard was a beautiful woman, and when the woman saw him, her first reaction was to take a step back, obviously terrified of such a tall and strange man.

Hu Bugui smiled suddenly, restrained that kind of stunning momentum, he didn't care about the rules of the world, but he didn't want to bully a defenseless woman, he just wanted to ask for directions.

"Kaifeng...... How to go. ”

Hu Bugui swallowed a mouthful of saliva, he would not bully a woman, but when a good-looking woman was flattering at you, looking like she wanted to talk and was delicate, he was not ambiguous.

With a very sinister smile on his face, like a street thug, he took two steps forward, picked up the tall woman, but was still only as tall as his chest, and walked into the house......

......

When he went out, the sun was already at dusk, and a sunset the size of a copper basin was only half on the horizon, and the color was just like a rising pale red watermelon, reflecting the light, and it was very beautiful on the roofs of several wild shops.

He glanced back, and the widow was still looking up at him from behind the half-hidden door, and her misty eyes seemed to want to swallow him whole, and he remembered the beautiful scenery just now, and smiled, but immediately, he couldn't laugh.

The delicate woman's eyes are full of autumn waves, which is naturally an extremely beautiful sight, but if the woman's head falls to the ground, and blood gushes down her neck like a spring, and she flies straight three feet high, it is not a sight-pleasing thing.

Even he, a madman, frowned when he saw this.