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After Yang Ming left Wenxi Town, he followed a team of Fuwei Darts all the way south and entered the territory of Fuzhou Mansion.

Originally, Yang Ming wanted to go to Qingcheng Mountain in Sichuan to ask Yu Canghai, the head of the Qingcheng faction, to learn swordsmanship.

It's a pity that halfway through, I heard that Yu Canghai led most of the disciples of the Qingcheng faction to leave Qingcheng Mountain, and it seemed that they were heading all the way east.

Although there was no basis, Yang Ming intuitively felt that Yu Canghai must have led his disciples to Fuzhou Mansion, where the helm of the Fuwei Dart Bureau was located.

And Yu Canghai's purpose is naturally to seize the [Evil Warding Sword Technique] to destroy Lin Zhennan's family.

Speaking of which, the Qingcheng faction was also once one of the best factions in the martial arts, and Yu Canghai's master Changqingzi was even known as the [No. 1 swordsmanship west of the Three Gorges].

It's a pity that in a big war that year, Changqingzi was defeated in the hands of Lin Yuantu, who ruled the world, and finally died of depression.

Although the Huashan faction has declined due to the cannibalism of the two sects of sword qi, there are still two first-class masters supporting the sect, Yue Buqun and Ning Zhongze, but only the head of the Qingcheng faction, Yu Canghai, is a first-class master.

If it weren't for the fact that Yu Wei of the Qingcheng faction was still in Sichuan, and Yu Canghai had a large number of disciples, I am afraid that the Qingcheng faction would have already become a second-rate sect in the rivers and lakes.

If it weren't for the early death of Master Changqingzi, the Qingcheng faction would never have declined like this, and was completely suppressed by the Wuyue Sword Sect.

Therefore, the excuse for Yu Canghai to kill Lin Zhennan's family was to avenge Master Changqingzi.

Yang Ming's purpose in coming to Fuzhou Mansion was naturally not to save Lin Zhennan's family, who were about to be wiped out.

Among the top ten masters of the righteous path in today's rivers and lakes, Yu Canghai, the head of the Qingcheng faction, is definitely one of the people at the bottom of the martial arts.

Yang Ming's purpose in wanting to find Yu Canghai was to verify the self-created 18 Paths [Wind Killing Sword] on Yu Canghai's body, and the other was to step on the head of the Qingcheng faction to become famous.

Next to the official road outside the city of Fuzhou, there is a small tavern.

Under the scorching sun at noon, Yang Ming, dressed in a moon-white robe, came from the north and walked into this tavern.

Quietly in the tavern, I saw a girl in Tsing Yi next to the wine stove, with a double beard on her head and two thorn hairpins, cooking wine, her face turned inward, and she didn't turn around.

Yang Ming walked to a wine table and sat down, untied the sword at his waist and put it on the wine table.

Hearing the sound of the scabbard colliding with the wine table, the girl in Tsing Yi turned around and glanced at Yang Ming.

Yang Ming also saw at this time that although the girl in Tsing Yi was graceful, the complexion on her face was dark and rough, as if she had a lot of acne and an ugly appearance.

The girl in Tsing Yi just glanced at Yang Ming, then turned her head again, and didn't come to greet Yang Ming as a guest.

"That's it...... Is that gentleman Mr. Jianyue's only beloved daughter?"

Looking at the fair and delicate skin on the neck of the girl in Tsing Yi, a smile appeared at the corner of Yang Ming's mouth.

Although the girl in Tsing Yi didn't know whether she was wearing a human skin mask or makeup on her face, as long as you look carefully, you can find the flaws on her face.

It's a pity that now, the appearance on the face of the girl in Tsing Yi is too ugly, but I'm afraid that few men will have the heart to take a closer look at her face.

The girl in Tsing Yi didn't come to say hello, and Yang Ming didn't plan to call her, so she sat in the tavern to enjoy the coolness.

At that moment, the sound of horses' hooves approached the tavern.

Soon, the five horses stopped outside the tavern, and after the horses were tied outside, a man in white about eighteen or nineteen years old walked into the tavern, surrounded by four middle-aged men.

The white-clothed boy had a falcon resting on his left shoulder, with a sword hanging from his waist, and at first glance he knew that he was a young and willful rich man.

And the four middle-aged strong men who followed him, all dressed in cyan short clothes, judging from the fact that they were carrying pheasants, yellow rabbits and other things, it was obvious that they had just gone hunting in the mountains and forests.

After the five of them walked to a wine table, a middle-aged strong man beside the man in white shouted.

"Lao Cai, why don't you come out to lead the horse?"

Two other middle-aged strong men opened the bench, brushed off the dust with their sleeves, and invited the man in white to sit down.

When all five of them sit down—

There was a cough in the inner hall, and a white-haired old man came out.

"Guest, please sit down and drink?"

The old man spoke with a northern accent.

The middle-aged strong man just now shouted: "If you don't drink alcohol, do you still drink tea? Where's Lao Cai? What's the matter? Has this hotel changed owners?"

"Yes, yes, Wan'er, hit three catties of bamboo leaves. ”

The white-headed old man answered, and then arched his hand.

"Don't hide it from the guest officials, the little old man's surname is Sa, he was originally a local family, he has been doing business outside since he was a child, his son and daughter-in-law are dead, and he thinks that the tree is thousands of feet high, and the leaves fall back to the roots, so he brought this granddaughter back to his hometown.

Who knew that after more than 40 years away from home, none of my relatives and friends in my hometown were gone. It just so happened that Lao Cai of this hotel didn't want to do it, so he sold it to Xiao Lao'er for thirty taels of silver. Alas, I finally returned to my hometown, and when I heard everyone say this hometown, I couldn't say it in my heart, and I was so ashamed that the little old man himself couldn't say it. ”

The girl in green clothes lowered her head and held a wooden plate, put a cup of chopsticks in front of the man in white and others, put three pots of wine on the table, and walked away with her head down, never daring to glance at the guests.

Seeing that the old man Sa and the girl in Tsing Yi Wan'er only cared about greeting the five of them, but ignored their guests, Yang Ming patted the scabbard with some displeasure.

Click, click-

Old man Sa turned his head and glanced at Yang Ming, and hurriedly walked over and said.

"Is the guest going to drink wine or tea?"

Before Yang Ming could speak, the man in white glanced at him and said with a smile.

"If you don't mind, little brother, you might as well share a table with us. Later, let Old Man Sa roast these wild meats, and let's eat and drink together. ”

Looking at the young man in white's eyes, his eyes were pure, but he was sincere.

is really a chivalrous and righteous young man.

Although they did not introduce their identities to each other, Yang Ming could guess that this boy in white was probably the cheap cousin Lin Pingzhi who was a distant relative to him.

"Since Brother Tai has this kind intention, then I'm not welcome. Old man, give me a copy of everything this son wants, and the account will be recorded on this son. ”

Yang Ming didn't move when he spoke, but he didn't plan to come over and share a table with the white-clothed man.

The four middle-aged strong men frowned, looking at Yang Ming with a dissatisfied look, but they didn't say anything to disappoint the fun.

Suddenly, the sound of horses' hooves was heard, and two horses galloped from the official road to the north.

The two horses came so quickly that they were suddenly outside the tavern.

"There's a tavern here, drink two bowls!"

The obedient voice is the Sichuan West people's clan.

Yang Ming turned his head to look outside the tavern, and saw two young men wearing green cloth robes, tying their mounts under the big banyan tree in front of the store.

Walking into the tavern, the two young men glanced at the white-clothed boy and waited, and then sat down at a wine table.

Both of them had white cloth wrapped around their heads and were dressed in green robes, as if they were dressed as Sven, but they were bare-legged, barefoot, and earless bast shoes.

As soon as he sat down, a young man exclaimed.

"Bring the wine! Bring the wine! Ge Laozi has so many mountains in Fujian that the horses are tired. ”

Wan'er, a girl in Tsing Yi, lowered her head and walked to the table between the two and asked in a low voice.

"What kind of wine?"

The voice is low, but it is very crisp and beautiful.

The young man was stunned, and suddenly stretched out his right hand and grabbed Wan'er's chin.

Wan'er was taken aback and hurriedly stepped back.

Another man laughed.

"Brother Yu, this flower girl's figure is hard to get, a face, but it is spikes stepping on the mud, flipping the pomegranate skin, and Ge Laozi is a good ** skin. ”

The man surnamed Yu laughed.

Wan'er hurriedly retreated, but it happened to hit Yang Ming's wine table.

Just as she was about to leave, Yang Ming stretched out his right hand, grabbed Wan'er's small wrist, and flipped her right hand over.

Although Wan'er's right hand has white and tender skin, it can be seen that it has been carefully maintained, but there is still a thin layer of calluses on it.

"What a good pair of hands! Miss Wan'er, how are your swordsmanship?"

"What are you talking about? I'm just a village girl who doesn't know martial arts!"

Wan'er shook her hand, broke free of her right wrist, and then hid in the inner hall of the tavern.

At this time, the man in white slapped his right hand on the table and said.

"What's the matter, two eyeless puppies, but they came to our Fuzhou Mansion to spread wild!"

The young man surnamed Yu laughed.

"Jia Lao Er, where are people scolding the street, who do you guess this rabbit is scolding?"

The man surnamed Yu smiled.

"This kid went on stage to sing Hua Dan, but he really won people, but he couldn't fight!"

Seeing the man in white standing up angrily, obviously to teach the two Sichuan men a lesson, Yang Ming smiled and took a sip of wine.

"If I were your brother, I would eat my own flesh and drink my own wine. After all, some people don't need your brother to stand up for them. ”

Although the man in white is chivalrous and righteous, he is not a real stupid person after all.

He glared at the two Sichuan men, then looked at Yang Ming and asked.

"What do you mean by that? Shouldn't I teach two sons of bitch?"

Yang Ming's gaze re-examined the man in white and the four middle-aged strong men beside him, and then shook his head.

"It's a pity! It's a pity! The five of you combined, you can't beat this Yu Shaoxia and Jia Shaoxia!"

Hearing Yang Ming's words, the two Sichuan men burst out laughing.

The young man surnamed Yu laughed.

"This kid has a good eye, do you want to come over and let our brother treat you to a drink?"

Yang Ming shook his head and said with a smile.

"You two are so stupid, and you're dying, I don't owe you a favor. ”

"Ge Laozi, it seems that he is a nosy person again!"

The young man surnamed Jia slapped the table and stood up, waving his right palm towards Yang Ming.

"Be careful!"

The man in white reminded him and stood up, wanting to come and help.

It's a pity that at this time, the young man surnamed Yu stood up and blocked in front of him,

"Xiao Huadan, if you want to find a fight, Uncle will fulfill you. ”

"Watch me beat you bitch. ”

The white-clothed boy jumped up, struck out with his left palm, and without waiting for the trick to make him old, his right palm had pierced out from the bottom of his left palm, which was a move in the ancestral [Heaven Turning Palm] [Cloud Qiankun].

The young man surnamed Yu laughed.

"Xiao Huadan still has two hits. ”

Wave your palm, and grab the shoulder of the man in white with his right hand.

The white-clothed man's right shoulder sank, and his left hand punched out.

The surnamed Yu turned his head sideways to avoid, but unexpectedly, the left fist of the man in white suddenly opened, and the fist turned into a palm, and the direct hit turned into a sweep, and a move [Seeing Flowers in the Mist] snapped and slapped him.

The surname Yu was furious, and kicked at the man in white.

The man in white rushed to the right and kicked out.

The boy in white will bring out the [Heaven Turning Palm] passed down by his father with one move and one style.

He usually dismantles with the dart masters in the dart game, firstly, his ancestral palm is indeed extraordinary, and secondly, all the dart masters are tolerant of three points to this young master, and no one is stupid to use real kung fu to collide with him, so although he has rich experience on the spot, there are few encounters in real fighting.

This time, after only more than ten moves, the man in white became arrogant, and he felt that the opponent was very tough.

"Little brother, the more I look at you, the less you look like a man, you must be a big girl in disguise. Your face is red and white, give me a fragrant face, Ge Laozi, we don't have to fight, okay?"

Hearing the words of the surnamed Yu, the man in white slapped faster, and suddenly slapped the surnamed Yu in the face.

This shot was very heavy, and the surnamed Yu was furious and shouted.

"I don't know what to do with the turtle son, Lao Tzu looks at you like a big girl, and he is playing with you, but the turtle son really fights Lao Tzu!"

As soon as the fist changed, it suddenly hit the general like a storm.

The boy in white saw that the other party punched the palace straight in, and immediately stretched out his left hand to block the grid, unloading his fist power, but this surnamed Yu's arm strength was very strong, and this unloading was not unloaded, and the punch hit the chest.

The arm strength of the surnamed Yu sank, lifted the upper body of the white-clothed boy down, followed the right arm to make the move [Iron Threshold], crossed the back of his neck, and said with a wild laugh.

"Turtle son, you kowtow three times, call me three good uncles, and then let you go!"

The man in white here has been subdued by a young man surnamed Yu, but Yang Ming is still fighting with the young man surnamed Jia.

Although Yang Ming majored in swordsmanship, he cultivated [Mixed Yuan Gong] with [Mixed Yuan Palm], coupled with the internal strength of a small [Mixed Yuan Gong], the [Mixed Yuan Palm] kung fu in his hand was really not weak.

No matter where the fist surnamed Jia came from, Yang Ming swung it out with one palm, breaking the skill with force.

Although the martial arts of this surnamed Jia are not weak, they are between second-rate masters and third-rate masters.

If Yang Ming used the [Mixed Yuan Palm] with all his might, it would not be a problem to kill him with one palm.

With Yang Ming's current strength as a first-class master, accompanying this surnamed Jia's dismantling moves, he just wanted to see what the mysteries of the Qingcheng faction's martial arts moves were, and he was also a little wary when he fought against Yu Canghai.

Seeing that the man surnamed Yu over there had already subdued the man in white, the man surnamed Jia irritablely drew the sword at his waist.

"Turtle son, don't move if you don't want to die. ”

The man surnamed Jia pulled out his long sword, but he didn't really want to kill Yang Ming, he just used it to scare people.

Yang Ming's eyes were cold, and he took out his Hundred Refined Steel Sword from the scabbard of the wine table.

Although this surnamed Jia did not have murderous intentions towards him, the Qingcheng faction came to Fujian this time to destroy hundreds of people in the Fuwei Dart Bureau, and all the disciples of the Qingcheng faction can be said to be people who are not sorry to die.

"Since Jia Shaoxia wants to use a sword, let's have a fight-"

Before the words fell, Yang Ming's figure passed by the surnamed Jia like a gust of wind.

"Uh-"

The man surnamed Jia whimpered, and fell to his knees, blood splattering from his neck.

But just now, in the blink of an eye, Yang Ming stabbed a fatal wound on the neck surnamed Jia.

"Jia Laoer, what's wrong with you?"

Hearing the voice surnamed Jia, the surnamed Yu turned around and shouted.

At this moment, the white-clothed boy who was subdued by the surname Yu suddenly took out a dagger from his body and inserted it into the heart of the surnamed Yu.

The surname Yu screamed, let go of his hands and fell to the ground.

After a while, there were two more corpses of men from western Sichuan on the ground of the tavern.

One of the white-clad men's entourage walked over and kicked the two bodies together.

"You offended our young dart, it's not that you're impatient, you really deserve it!"

The man in white had never killed anyone, and he was so frightened that his face was bloodless.

"Shi ...... Shi Darthead, what to do...... I was ...... I didn't want to kill him. ”

The middle-aged man who was called Shi Darthead frowned.

"Let's move the body to the forest and bury it, this is near the avenue, so don't let people see it. ”

Fortunately, it was hot at noon, and there was no one else on the road.

After burying the bodies of the two western Sichuan men in the forest, the five of them returned to the tavern, and Shi Daotou said in a low voice.

"Less darthead, do you have any silver around?"

The man in white was busy.

"Yes, yes, yes!"

He took out all the twenty taels of silver that he had in his arms.

Shi Darttou stretched out his hand to take it, put it on the table, and said to the old man.

"Old man Sa, this outsider ** your girl, my young dart head helped each other, and he was forced to kill him out of desperation. Everyone saw it with their own eyes. This matter started from you, and if it happens, no one can get out of it. ”

Old man Sa hurriedly bowed down and said.

"Yes! Yes!"

Seeing that the old man Sa should come down, the man in white couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

He wasn't worried that Yang Ming would leak secrets, after all, the one surnamed Jia was killed by Yang Ming.

The matter seemed to be settled satisfactorily, and the man in white hurriedly left the tavern with the four middle-aged men and went all the way to Fuzhou City.

By the time the old man Sa and the girl in Tsing Yi Wan'er came out of the inner hall again, the two of them had already changed their outfits, and they each had long swords on their waists.

The two of them ignored Yang Ming, walked directly to the outside of the tavern, took the two horses surnamed Yu and surnamed Jia, turned over and prepared to leave here.

"Old man Sa and Miss Wan'er, the two of you should know the identities of the two people who were killed!"

Before they rode away, Yang Ming walked to the door of the tavern and said with a smile.

Old Man Sa and Wan'er glanced at each other, and the two looked at Yang Ming with solemn eyes.

"Please forgive the little old man for being stupid and not understanding what the guest officer meant. Today, there have not been two young men from western Sichuan. ”

Yang Ming shook his head and looked at Wan'er.

"Miss Wan'er, that young dart head came out for you to kill the son of Yu Canghai, the head of the Qingcheng faction. I heard that Yu Canghai has come to Fuzhou City with a large number of disciples, shouldn't you save that young dart?"

Wan'er pursed her lips tightly, a hesitant look in her eyes.

"Today's matter, as long as you don't say it, no one should know. You said that you saved the young dartman, how can you talk about it?"

"If there is nothing else to do, we will leave. The things left in this tavern can be used by the guest officers as much as they want. ”

After the old man finished speaking, he took Wan'er and rode away and ran in the direction of Fuzhou City.

Returning to the tavern, Yang Ming's eyes looked at his long sword on the wine table.

Although he killed the man surnamed Jia, and the blood on the sword was not stained, Yang Ming still picked up a pot of wine on the table next to him, poured it on the sword and cleaned it.

"Although it was a sword to kill the person surnamed Jia, it was really boring! I don't know what realm that Yu Canghai's martial arts have reached?"

Looking forward to the battle that was coming soon, Yang Ming couldn't help but close his eyes excitedly.

Suddenly, the graceful figure of Wan'er, a girl in Tsing Yi, appeared in my mind.

Liu Qingwen, who is only fourteen years old now, is still a green fruit that has not yet ripened.

In comparison, the seventeen or eighteen-year-old Wan'er girl, in addition to the lack of development of her breasts, whether it is a thin waist or a straight little fart, her thighs are full of charm that makes the young man's heart shake.