The south of Anyang is the place where the Anyang Wharf is located, and all the boats that pass through the Qujiang River pass here. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Since its establishment, the Double Knife Club has been rooted in Anyang Wharf, and in the past 50 years, the influence of the Double Knife Club has long penetrated into every inch of Anyang Wharf. Perhaps here, in addition to the Instrument Sect, the Twin Blades Society is the well-deserved boss.

At this time, there were several people sitting in the Twin Blades Society's Gang Leader's Mansion, the new gang leader Wu Huanzhi was sitting at the top, and the people sitting below were all the elders and hall masters in the gang. The atmosphere was a little tense, and Wu Huanzhi's fingers buckled the table one by one, and each stroke seemed to be able to buckle into the hearts of several hall masters.

Several elders frowned, this meeting was originally initiated by a few of them, just for the recent behavior of the Twin Blades Society to collect protection money. But none of them spoke first to break the deadlock, so they waited quietly for Wu Huanzhi to speak.

After waiting for an unknown amount of time, Wu Huanzhi suddenly laughed, squinted his eyes and said, "Elder Wei, I understand what you old people said, but the tax has been collected for a month. How could that Instrument Sect come once, and what are we afraid of? Even if he comes, what will it be? How much is this little Anyang City worth moving?"

The elder surnamed Wei seemed to know that he would say this, and immediately replied: "Helper, the Qi Sect has indeed been much softer and more indulgent to the outside world over the years, but this does not mean that he will always tolerate it. If one is not careful, my double sword will be ruined for decades. Back then, the thunder methods of the Instrument Sect, you don't know, the helper, but a few of our old guys remember it clearly. ”

Wu Huanzhi's face turned cold, and he said angrily: "Hugh wants to say more, if you want to strengthen my Double Sword Society, you must hurry up and break the cauldron and sink the boat." If you develop slowly as before, you won't want to get out of Anyang City after a hundred years. ”

Elder Wei's face froze, his face sank, and he said coldly: "The Wu Gang wants to be a moth to the fire, and he will die together with two knives, and the old man can't help it, so don't regret the decision you made today when the mountains and rivers are exhausted, so let's do it ourselves." After saying that, he flicked his sleeves and walked out the door.

When he walked to the door, he turned around and saw that the other elders were still stunned, and sneered: "What are you still doing in a daze, do you want to stay here and wait to see that the double blades will be destroyed?"

The elders looked at each other and went out together, but none of them were left.

Wu Huanzhi didn't speak just now, and waited until a few elders finished leaving before he said angrily: "How can this be reasonable!"

Seeing that several hall masters lowered their heads and didn't speak, he changed his words again: "It's useless for these old horsemen to keep them, it's a waste of resources in the gang." It's good to leave now, and I still have to support a few of you in the future. ”

When several hall masters heard this, they all bowed their hands and said: "I am willing to do my best for the Shuangdao Society, and I will die!" The slogans were neat and uniform, and the voices were loud, but it was unknown how many of them were sincere.

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Zhang Muye, who was lying on the bed, had some insomnia, he still couldn't let go of today's daytime, and he still couldn't get over the hurdle of killing someone.

Is it true that in this world, you must kill me and I kill you? Is it true that everyone practices martial arts just to compete for resources, to be above others, and then to kill whoever they want?

The existence of martial arts makes it possible for a person to override dozens or hundreds of ordinary people, and the gap between individuals has become incomparably huge. In this case, the so-called laws and order are simply useless for martial arts masters, and whether they obey it or not is all in one thought.

In this way, it will not be the legal order that binds man, but morality. But a society that can only talk about morality in everything will eventually become a society that is morally degenerate. Chivalry, martial arts are forbidden, everyone has their own moral standards in their hearts, who is right and who is wrong, in the end it seems that it can only be solved by force.

Shaking his head, Zhang Muye was a little dizzy, he shouldn't think about these things, and he couldn't solve them if he thought about them. It's better to think about what to do on the way to the Forgotten Palace, and how to improve your air cannon.

If the Palace Master of the Forgotten Palace doesn't remember himself, what should he do, his own air cannon can suddenly use strange tricks, but it is not a way to do it all the time.

There are only two things in front of me that need to be done well, one is that we must keep practicing, and first of all, it is important to save our lives. The second is to kill people, and whoever wants to kill me, I will kill whomever I want.

However, perhaps, Zhang Muye thought that one day he would kill someone because of some other things.

It's just that when it comes to killing, I still owe the shortcomings of the technical means, after the air cannon was released during the day, all the internal force at the dantian has been released, and now after the dantian itself slowly recovered, it was only charged two or three tenths.

There are too many limitations, and there are two main areas where the air cannon needs to be improved now.

The first problem is charging, that is, the problem of loading ammunition, if you can't quickly load the air cannon, then it will always be a fairy finger, one finger may be able to live, one finger may be able to die, and the one who dies is still yourself.

The second problem is ammunition control, the current air cannon is how much internal force to put at a time, a shot can only fight to the death, if you can control the amount of gas each time, you can completely achieve the effect of automatic rifles.

However, after two days of meditation and meditation, I have slowly failed to make progress, and the balloon has not grown in size for several days, and the time for each charge and release has not shown any signs of shortening.

Zhang Muye felt as if he had entered a bottleneck, but he couldn't find the way, in the end, his air cannon was still groped out by chance, and it was not at all like the usual martial arts method, and he could observe his own realm.

Thinking of meditation, Zhang Muye took out a book from his baggage, and by the candlelight, he could see a few big characters on the book, which was exactly - Dong Xuanzi Thirty-six Scattered Hands.

This book is very likely to have a lot to do with his crossing, and he didn't forget to bring it with him when he went out this time.

But flipping through it, Zhang Muye can still only see actions such as goats against trees and Kunji on the spot, and the little yellow book is still the same little yellow book as before, and it can't be turned out if it is rotten.

Zhang Muye also thought that this might be a dual-cultivation martial art, which caused the predecessor to practice incorrectly, and finally went mad and took advantage of himself. But double cultivation, the conditions are not enough now, so let's study it again when we have the conditions in the future.

I flipped through it a few times, but there was still no new discovery, although the two villains on the picture were vivid, but Zhang Muye, who was used to seeing the Japanese eighth-level tutorial, was unmoved, bored to see, and slowly fell asleep with his eyes closed.

Zhang Muye in the dream found that his air cannon had become perfect, and the energy bombs could be large or small, inexhaustible, and suddenly many men in Tsing Yi jumped out from the side, and they all looked the same.

Zhang Muye took a closer look, these men in green clothes all looked like Wang Yueban, and there was a small hole in their chests, gurgling blood, holding a knife and rushing towards him, Zhang Muye raised his fingers and shot energy bullets frantically, like machine guns.

After a while, the picture turned, and I found myself on a mountain, and there was a fairy palace on the mountain, on which were written the three big characters "Forgotten Palace". I was pulled into the room, the red tent was warm, and the lights were flickering. A woman was half-sitting on the bed, through the red gauze tent, the woman's face was indistinguishable, but a white dress slowly slipped off her body.

Zhang Muye slowly approached, opened the red tent, and went to see the woman's face, but suddenly heard the woman speak, "Young master, wake up quickly." ”

"Xiaolan?" Zhang Muye sat up and found that he was still in the house, and it was already dawn.

Outside, Xiaolan knocked on the door again: "Young master, are you awake, I will bring you porridge." ”

It turned out to be a dream, Zhang Muye rubbed his eyes and replied: "Put the porridge in your house, I'll freshen up and eat it later." ”

When Xiaolan's footsteps were far away, Zhang Muye smiled self-deprecatingly, "Can you have spring dreams when you look at the villain books of the ancient times? This willpower is getting weaker and weaker." ”