Chu Xiao, who returned to the small courtyard, looked around casually for a while, and meditated on the spot to practice, cultivation is gradual, cultivation and pranayama are equally important and inseparable.

Chu Xiao's current cultivation is to practice the Bone Realm, and to compete with a group of people who practice the Dirty Realm, it is inevitable that he will be a little powerless.

If there is no great adventure, step by step, Chu Xiao's desire to break through the dirty realm of cultivation is obviously not something that can be achieved in a short time.

Chu Xiao is not in a hurry, he just wants to work steadily, after all, there are too many geniuses, and he has no background and resources, let alone any system to help him.

Tianyi Heart Method is and Zhenyuan Three Styles is Chu Xiao's biggest hole card, it is different from the Flying Eagle Three Styles is a growth type of heart and exercises, which is also Chu Xiao's great hope for it, so Chu Xiao naturally spent more time on Tianyi Heart Method and True Yuan Three Styles.

Tianyi's heart method operated, and the internal force traveled back and forth in Chu Xiao's veins, and Chu Xiao was slowly immersed in martial arts, and his days were boring and fulfilling.

The sun slowly set, and the night slowly fell, representing the end of another day, Chu Xiao, who had been cultivating for most of the day, sat in the courtyard and looked at the big moon, the courtyard was very quiet, and he didn't know what to think in his head.

The sisters of the nursing home, Ruo Xiyao and Xia Ling, are also well-behaved and play the role of standing guard. , silently guarding Chu Xiao's side, as for Xiaohuan, he didn't sleep well last night, and he rested early today.

Xia Ling's big eyes looked at Chu Xiao, and the doubts that slowly rose, Chu Xiao was very good to his subordinates, and he didn't pay attention to his clothes, except for practicing martial arts, his favorite thing was where to sit quietly, and he didn't know what to think.

Xia Ling gently stabbed Ruo Xiyao with his hand, and said softly: "Sister Xiyao, you see that the young master is sitting there motionless, is it hanging?" ”

Ruoxi Yao glanced at Xia Ling and said, "Don't talk nonsense, how could the young master hang up!

Xia Ling looked at Chu Xiao, who was not very handsome and had bronzed skin, and chuckled: "Sister Xi Yao, do you say that the young master has a sweetheart!"

Ruo Xiyao looked at the smirking Xia Ling, shook her head and said, "How do I know!

Xia Ling asked again: "Sister Xi Yao, what do you think of the young master, how do you look, is there a handsome show!"

Ruo Xiyao looked Chu Xiao up and down carefully, and said, "The young master is a little dark, but he is very good, he shouldn't be considered handsome!"

Xia Ling maintained a different point of view, and said, "The young master saved us from danger, and I like the young master a lot!"

Ruo Xiyao gossiped: "Sister Xia Ling, you little girl thinks about spring!

Chu Xiao was very depressed, and said secretly: "Hey, hey, hey, what are you doing here to go on a blind date, what do you mean by talking louder and louder!"

Chu Xiao could only get up and go back to the house in embarrassment.

Xia Ling looked at Chu Xiao reluctantly.

Ruo Xiyao said: "Sister Xia Ling, you have to understand that feelings and gratitude are not the same!"

Xia Ling muttered, "Yes, but he broke into my life, have you heard the story of Shen Pity and Zhang Yaoling!"

Ruo Xiyao's eyes were full of envy, looking at the night sky and muttering: "There are many pity in the world, and it is rare to meet Zhang Yaoling in a hundred years." ”

In a world where women's status is low and the class system is very traditional, there are very few men who can give up their rights for love.

The courtyard was quiet again.

In the beautiful flower building in the south of the city, the young and beautiful girl is dedicated to soliciting customers to the pedestrians on the side of the road, how serious and hard the work attitude is, and the old bustard looks at the endless number of guests, and also smiles.

Ever since Fang Ming, the gold lord behind them, became the hall master of the Divine Sword Hall, no one dared to stir up trouble anymore.

Business is naturally becoming more and more prosperous, but this belongs to Fang Ming's private property, and most of this silver has flowed into Fang Ming's private pocket.

Suddenly, a group of more than a dozen young warriors entered the Stunning Flower Building with a fierce momentum, all with matching knives at their waists, obviously a group.

Seeing that the situation was a little wrong, the old bustard hurriedly went up to talk and said with a smile: "Yo, these sons and gentlemen, they are here to have fun today!"

The leading man was in his twenties, with an ordinary appearance, dressed in black, and sneered: "Old quail, I don't come here to have fun, but I still look for you! Or I will burn down this splendid flower building! Give everyone a cheer, what do you think!"

Although the old bustard was uncomfortable listening to this, but decades of work experience in the Qinglou also made the old bustard practice a pair of good eyesight, looking at the arrogant appearance of this group of people, he specified that he was not to be provoked, and said with a smile: "Where is the son!" Xia Zhu, Qiuyi, and you, hurry up and wait." ”

The young man and his party dragged the young lady of the Qinglou upstairs.

The old bustard always felt uneasy, this group of people was not ordinary prostitutes, so he asked the turtle slave to find Fang Ming's righteous son Fang Ling.

Fang Ling's cultivation has reached the dirty realm, but his martial arts are still relatively ordinary, but he has done a very good job in terms of management skills and communication, and he is also the best among Fang Ming's many righteous sons.

Hearing what the turtle slave said, Fang Ling picked up the saber without saying a word, called a dozen cronies, and walked to the second floor, he wanted to see who the sacredness was.

The prostitutes on the side looked at the menacing Fang Ling, and they also avoided it, but they still stretched their necks to see what was happening.

Fang Ling heard the noisy drinking sound in the room, calmed down and pushed the door.

Fang Ling saw the man in front of him, and secretly said in his heart: "It's not good, how can it be this person! In the early hours of this morning, his father-in-law had a conflict with the people in the Blood Cloak Pavilion, and now the murderer from the north of the city is here, and the person who came is not good!"

Fang Ling was not stunned when he just came out of the rivers and lakes, and said with a smile on his face: "It turned out to be Young Master Meng, who came to my little gorgeous flower building so freely today!

This young man is really Meng Yong, the son of the blood knife, and also the youngest son of Meng Yan, now he is the owner of the Bloody Clothes Pavilion in the north of the city, he is extremely ruthless and arrogant, and he is also famous for his murder in the north of the city.

This Meng Yong has spent a lot of money to train three hundred blood sword guards, and he is brave and good at fighting, if it weren't for the deputy pavilion master of the Blood Clothes Pavilion in the north of the city is Meng Yong's second brother Meng Xin, there is really no one to stop him.

Meng Yong pushed away the woman on the side and replied coldly: "Where do I Meng Yong want to go, do I still need to report to you!"

Fang Ling still greeted him with a smile: "Where is Meng Gongzi, all the silver of Meng Gongzi today is recorded in my account, it should be the first time to welcome Meng Gongzi, you eat and drink well!"

Meng Yong looked at Fang Ling, who clearly didn't want to cause trouble, and laughed: "Since Brother Fang is so generous, why don't you be a good person to the end and send the Buddha to the west!

Fang Ling looked at Meng Yong, who was inch by inch, suppressed the anger in his heart and said, "Master Meng, since the opening of my Brilliant Flower Building, I have never opened such a precedent!"

Meng Yong came to Fang Ling with a hippie smile on his face, and looked at each other and said, "That's because I didn't come before, but now I'm here." ”

Fang Ling still backed down and politely refused: "Master Meng, this matter is very important, and I can't call the shots." ”

Meng Yong said sharply: "Since you can't be the master, then I'll do it for you, brothers, go!"

Fang Ling couldn't bear it anymore, and finally drew his knife, if he didn't even say a word today, it was very likely that this position would not be him tomorrow, the rivers and lakes were so cruel, if you couldn't hold on, then change people.

Meng Yong was waiting for this moment, and directly kicked Fang Ling, who was about to draw his knife, and Fang Ling was kicked off the door of the room with a huge force.

Meng Yong jumped up and shouted: "Do it." ”

That Meng Yong brought more than a dozen people with the strongest individual combat ability of the Blood Sword Guard, how could the cronies around Fang Ling be their opponents, the two sides were close to each other, and Fang Ling's side was subdued in an instant, and it was a completely crushing situation.

Fang Ling immediately made a decision, got up and staggered out of the house to call the guards, Meng Yong followed, Fang Ling quickly closed the door, trying to block Meng Yong, Meng Yong waved the treasure knife, broke the door, and the hollow wooden door was broken.

Looking at Meng Yong, who was in hot pursuit, he turned around with a heavy knife, Meng Yong's waist and horse were one, and the internal force was swaying in his arm, facing the knife.

The knives collided, and they immediately separated to the end Fang Ling was slapped by Meng Yong, and the town took a few steps back and hit the jujube guardrail.

Without the slightest words, Meng Yong's knife slashed down vertically, not ready to give Fang Ling the slightest chance to breathe, the menacing knife technique made Fang Ling have no time to think, leaning on the wooden fence, instinctively turned to the right to the limit, and the wooden fence was instantly split by Meng Yong. It can be seen that the weight of the knife technique is great and the power is great.

After dodging, Fang Ling seized the opportunity, his eyes were fierce, and with a turn of his saber, a beautiful sword flower quickly slashed towards Meng Yong.

Meng Yong, who was quick with his eyes, raised his knife and blocked it steadily.

This result, Fang Ling obviously couldn't accept it, and before Fang Ling could make the next move, Meng Yong had already kicked at Fang Ling, Fang Ling retreated, and the wooden fence was kicked by Meng Yong.

Before Fang Ling could stand firm, a heavy knife swept away, Fang Ling could only hold the road with both hands, and under Meng Yong's overwhelming strength, Fang Ling slammed into the guardrail.

This time, the wooden fence was not supported, it rose into the air, fell heavily into the wooden table on the first floor, and then rolled into the ground, the wine and food were scattered all over the ground, embarrassed, and the customers in the lobby who saw this scene were also scattered.

When the old bustard saw Fang Ling's appearance, he cried and shouted: "Come on, come on, come on! Someone has smashed the field." ”

Soon, dozens of uneven nurses were protecting Fang Ling in the lobby, Fang Ling also got up with difficulty and spit out a mouthful of blood, and now he couldn't help but smile bitterly, and said secretly: "In vain, I thought that I was the same as this Meng Yong's cultivation, even if I was defeated, it would not be so miserable, but I didn't expect that the difference in force was really a world apart, and geniuses can't be inferred with common sense." Blood Knife Meng Yong lives up to his reputation!"

Meng Yong took more than a dozen blood sword guards, as well as more than a dozen girls from the Qinglou, swaggering downstairs, like a no-man's land, and people who didn't know thought that this was the territory of the Blood Clothes Pavilion.

Meng Yong looked at dozens of people who were staring at his nursing home, as if they were nothing, walking downstairs step by step, and no one in those nursing homes dared to move, so they could only slowly retreat.

More than a dozen blood knives were even more nervous, after all, they didn't know how many life and death battles they had.

Meng Yong looked at Fang Ling, who had already gotten up, and said arrogantly: "If these people in front of me don't disperse, I guarantee that they won't see the sun tomorrow, including you!"

Fang Ling looked at Meng Yong in front of him, feeling helpless in his heart, and waved his hand: "Let them go!"

And the frightened nursing home also hurriedly got out of the way, they couldn't think of death, they were not the opponent of the group of tough people in front of them at all.

Meng Yong waved his hand, and the group was about to go out.

On a wooden table by the door, five or six young people in brocade clothes were bustling and laughing and chatting about something.

Suddenly, one of them got up and saw Meng Yong and his party, blocking Meng Yong's way, and asked sharply: "Who are you, it's not a hero's work to take it by force, you quickly let go of these women, and Sister Xia Zhu!"

Meng Yong looked at the roadblocker in front of him, and laughed angrily: "Then who are you?"

The young master straightened his collar and said proudly: "My father's name is Jin Ting, and he is the master of the Wucai Gate, and I am his son, called, ah!"

I saw that Meng Yong's left finger had already grabbed the face of the young master, and the flesh and blood were blurred in an instant. grabbed his neck with his right hand, and said coldly: "Who gave you the courage to dare to talk to me like this," After speaking, he threw it out like a dead dog, and the young master screamed in pain in the corner.

Meng Yong didn't even look at it, and a group of people walked away, and no one dared to stop them.

And a man in the attic opposite: "Boss, we have to do it!"

The other man shook his head and said, "I didn't see a signal, I wasn't allowed to make a move, they came." ”

And secretly, a group of people saw that Meng Yong and the others retreated, Xu Rong made a gesture, and the crowd on the street quickly receded.

Meng Yong, who had walked for a long time, ordered: "Let these women go!"

A group of girls hurriedly thanked them and ran to the Jueyan Flower Building, but to Meng Yong's surprise, one woman didn't leave.

Meng Yong slowly came to such a woman, he knew that he had just accompanied him, called Xia Zhu, and he was quite attractive.

Meng Yong said condescendingly: "Why don't you leave!"

Xia Zhu's body was trembling slightly, his eyes flickered a little, but his tone was firm: "I want to follow you!"

Meng Yong quickly drew his knife and put it on Xia Zhu's neck, and in an instant, a blood mark appeared on the mutton fat jade-like neck, the breeze blew, and a strand of hair was cut off by the blade.

Meng Yong said coldly: "You're not afraid that I will kill you!"

Xia Zhu didn't dare to move, and replied: "I'm afraid!"

Meng Yong chased: "Do you know who I am!"

Xia Zhu said: "I don't know!"

Meng Yong was puzzled: "Then why do you still follow me!"

Xia Zhu was silent and didn't speak, but still looked at Meng Yong firmly.

Meng Yong put away the knife and said, "Since you don't say it, then I'll leave!"

Xia Zhu said nervously: "I want to practice martial arts and protect myself!"

Meng Yong looked at Xia Zhu in front of him and said: "The world is fair, what you want to get, what you have to pay, if you can get close to a person named Wang Long, I will ask you to follow me, now you have no value, if you follow us again, I will kill you with my own hands!"

Meng Yong and his party set off towards the north of the city.

A burly man in the Blood Sword Guard asked, "Young Master, what do we mean by going to great lengths to come to this stunning flower building today to make a big fuss and let those girls go?"

Meng Yong looked at the man and said, "Zhao Tai, this morning the hall master of the Divine Sword Hall, Fang Ming, came to our Blood Cloak Pavilion to make trouble, you all know it!"

Zhao Tai nodded and said, "I heard that this matter was settled only when the pavilion master came forward, it seems to be a matter of the remnants of the Feihua Gate." ”

Meng Yong explained: "Yes, the struggle between Fang Ming and Deputy Pavilion Master Xu has not been a day or two, this time Fang Ming wants to suppress the Bloody Clothes Pavilion in the south of our city with the help of the Flying Flower Gate, but fortunately, my old man is here, so Fang Ming did not succeed." ”

Zhao Tai muttered: "Young master, so that's the case! Then what are we making trouble tonight for?"

Meng Yong looked at a few people and said: "Our trouble tonight is to get rid of suspicion, and at the same time give a warning to other forces, our Blood Clothes Pavilion is not something that cats and dogs can come to make trouble, and tonight's matter, it can be said that Fang Ling also knows, so he lowered his posture just now, otherwise you think that on the territory of the Divine Sword Hall, if Deputy Pavilion Master Xu does not make a move, we can get out so easily, then you underestimate Fang Ming's means, and none of Fang Ming's ace iron sword guards have appeared." ”

Zhao Taiyou said: "Young Master, you said today's matter, then Fang Ling knew it, so why did he still make a move?"

Meng Yong said: "What if you know some things? He is just a small person in the play!"

Zhao Tai was a little incredulous and said: "Young master, can't we act in a play today?" ”

Meng Yong looked at Zhao Tai and said, "What do you think? We are not the protagonists of this play, just an appetizer, but the play is like life, who can tell whether it is true or false." You see, tomorrow Fang Ming and Deputy Pavilion Master Xu's respective countermeasures, the atmosphere in the south of the city will be tense. However, as long as my old man is still alive, the Heavenly Dao Alliance will not dare to attack our Blood Cloak Pavilion on a large scale. ”

Zhao Taiyue was eager to try: "Young master, we want to call the brothers of the Blood Sword Guard to the south of the city!"

Meng Yong laughed at himself: "With our little strength, what are we doing, looking for death! In the face of a behemoth like the Heavenly Dao Alliance, it is like a mantis arm as a car." ”

Meng Yong looked at the night sky and sighed, "Hey! Actually, this time our Blood Cloak Pavilion is still a little weak!"

Zhao Tai touched his head and said suspiciously: "Young master, haven't we already found the field tonight!

Meng Yong didn't speak again, after all, it was not a glorious thing. If you are really tough, you should send the people of the Blood Clothes Pavilion in the south of the city to suppress people with power, instead of transferring yourself in the north of the city. But I don't know if it's Xu Rong's idea or the old man's idea, and it's not clear.

Meng Yong is not worried at all now, the only thing he is worried about is that if his old man is not there, the Blood Cloak Pavilion will definitely be in turmoil at that time, and that time will be the most critical moment for the Blood Cloak Pavilion.

Meng Yong looked back at the Blood Knife Guard and asked, "Sixth son, how did you do what I asked you to arrange!"

One of the people in the team hurriedly replied: "Young Master, the place has been found and negotiated, and Master Jin of Xuanlong City is also willing to cooperate with us, but he wants us to transport it ourselves, they say that the risk is too great." ”

Meng Yong nodded and said, "You go and reply to them, just say that I agreed!" Meng Yong looked at the sky with a crazy look in his eyes, and said secretly: "Old man, on the day you left, I will send all enemies who have thoughts about my Blood Cloak Pavilion to accompany you!"

The light of the knife flashed, and a bloody knife rose into the sky, and the night gradually drowned out everyone's figures.

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