When he was twenty years old, Wang Mingtu said that Ba Jinlun's soul-chasing thorn had become a little successful.

So, Ba Jinlun asked his father to find the village blacksmith to build a pair of iron thorns, which used up the best materials he could find in his hometown, but when he got his hands, he found that the gauntlets of the thorns were the size of a grinding plate, and the appearance was clearly a pair of large golden wheels......

He took his new weapons and went to the Valley of Hehuan to drink with the king's disciples. The disciples of the Hehuan Valley guards have long been familiar with him, and every time they serve good soju and freshly baked roast chicken, Ba Jinlun has never missed their share. Therefore, his chief helmsman of the Flower Picking Gate, located at the foot of Hehuan Valley, has been well taken care of by the disciples of the Hehuan Valley guards.

Today, the eyes of those guard disciples were extremely cold.

"What's wrong? Brother, last night the west wind withered the green tree, and today the keeper chrysanthemum is left?"

The brothers looked dead, squeezed their eyebrows with him, and then snorted at the door.

"I'll just look for Lao Wang, I know he's in there" Ba Jinlun didn't understand the meaning of these buddies for a while, just patted them on the shoulder, and walked like flying with the wine jug.

"Stop, he's not there. A female disciple of Hehuan Valley blocked his steps, the woman was dressed in a purple robe, and her white thighs peeked out from under the robe.

Ba Jinlun sat on the ground with weak legs and a buttocks.

"Mo ...... Mo...... Mo Yangui ......" he looked at the incomparably beautiful Hehuan Valley woman, "You...... You're always ...... Didn't ...... in the valley I didn't go out. ”

This second senior sister who was the first cold-blooded and ruthless murderer in Hehuan Valley was standing on the steps and looking down at him, with nothing in her pupils, not even his reflection, as if his existence was a fart. It is rumored in the rivers and lakes that it is better to provoke the king of Hades, and not to provoke him, and when he sees Mo Yangui, he has to return again.

"What are you doing?" Mo Yangui frowned and looked at him lying on the ground.

"Spare your life, don't kill me......"

"You are the Ba Jinlun that the senior brother said?"

"It's a small ......"

"I heard that you stole the soul-chasing thorn of my Acacia Valley?" Mo Yangui shouted.

"No! Absolutely not! I practiced the unique martial arts of my flower picking sect when I was young. ”

Ba Jinlun only felt a sinister aura surrounding him, he was going to die, he was going to die, I was only twenty years old, I was still a child, I had not yet stepped into the threshold of a thief, I was unwilling......

"Dare to quibble, take out your weapon and show me!"

"Which one?" he held up the pair of golden wheels that had just been held up and had not yet been warmed, and lowered his head shyly, "There is another weapon that is inconvenient for people to take out now......

"Hmm, what kind of weapon is this round one?" Mo Yangui looked at the shiny golden wheel in front of him and said blankly, "Isn't it a double thorn, is the rumor wrong?"

He suddenly wanted to hug the king blacksmith and cry.

"Okay, let you go this time, this is a message from my senior brother. A note fell to the ground, and when he raised his head, the woman had quietly disappeared into the inner hall of Hehuan Valley.

"Lao Tzu went out to kill someone, and he wanted to drink and come to Suzhou to find me. —The King's Disciples

......

Ba Ye is going to the city!

The old lady in the family began to take care of his clothes before dawn, and a few clumsy rough girls were driven away by the old lady. "Wheel, it's the first time you're going out, don't talk to strangers...... Remember not to expose your wealth, the thieves in the city are much more powerful than us in the countryside...... Look at what you're carrying, and you're not too scared. ”

"Got it!"

Waving goodbye to his father, he carried his burden and embarked on the road to Suzhou. According to foreign merchants, Suzhou is the most prosperous city in the south of the Yangtze River. In today's economic downturn, Suzhou City is even more popular than the Jingshi Yanjing City, where there are merchants from the south to the north, ushering in the "artists" sent to, of course, the most important thing is the martial arts people who are fighting and fighting.

Oh, this swordsmanship is really exquisite, one move after another, making it round and wishful, only to make the opponent tired and lie down, and he can still hold the sword flower alone, not panting and not beating.

Look at that master, a big man tied a ponytail, I don't know how many "hidden weapons" are hidden in his sleeves, and as soon as he throws it up, it will be endless, running around the field for two or three laps, and when the opponent is closer, he will take out a dagger and poke people down directly.

There is also this bald donkey, who fights and fights, and from time to time shouts on his back to the sky, which frightened the vegetable seller aunt who rode by on a small donkey next to him was stunned for a moment, and almost didn't go to the ditch.

The most eye-catching thing is a hero in a lake blue scholar costume, the long sword in his hand danced like a spinning top, and when he turned around, he pinched a sword trick in a chic manner, reserved for a moment, his left hand flicked the hem, his right hand half probed, kicked out nine feet in one go, and immediately kicked a master named Hanako on the opposite side with a blue nose and swollen face.

While enjoying the performances of the people from all walks of life, Ba Jinlun applauded loudly, and from time to time threw a few copper coins in front of the people, causing those people to look at him angrily. It wasn't until he entered Suzhou City that he remembered that he had come to drink with Lao Wang.

With Lao Wang's taste, Ba Jinlun almost didn't hesitate and went straight to the largest kiln in Suzhou City-Yiqing Building. This is the highest-grade green building in Suzhou Prefecture, and in the few experiences of Ba Jinlun's father entering the city, it is indispensable to stay in the beautiful story of staying in Yiqing Building.

"Ouch, this uncle, you look a little faceless, it's the first time to come to my house, the slave family recommends a few girls to you, and you are satisfied." ”

"It's called Ba Ye!" he glanced at the two-hundred-pound old bustard with his spare eyes, and immediately knew that he had not come to the wrong place, "Don't be long-winded, take me to your most famous girl." ”

The three white silver tickets were slapped directly on the chest of the **, which ** glanced at it, took a deep breath, and the weight and voice instantly soared again: "Alas, distinguished guests......!

"Stop, sir, what I'm looking for is that smoke-like guest, lead the way!"

Ba Jinlun tried his best to fight his way out of the vulgar powder who threw his handkerchief all the way and threw his flattering eyes, and when he came to the second floor, he pushed open the door of the girl like smoke, and was immediately dumbfounded.

There is not much furniture in the room, only a table and a couch, although the decoration is simple, but the ingenuity is unique, with the unique elegant style of Jiangnan women. But on this floor, there are three big men in different costumes, with a blood line at their throats, and they were killed by Lao Wang's wind knife.

He looked at it carefully, and on top of the embroidery, there was a woman lying on her side, with a veil on her head, and the brocade was slightly hidden, revealing only half of her beautiful back. The king sat at the table with his eyes squinted, his knives lying flat on his knees, holding a flask in one hand and a wine glass in the other, drinking to himself.

"This master, I told you, if there are guests in the smoking room, can you go in......" The old * bustard, who followed closely behind Ba Jinlun, stood on tiptoe, and while dragging Ba Jinlun desperately, he stuck his head through the crack in the door. When she saw the situation in the room clearly, her facial features immediately shrunk into a ball, and then, a terrible scream sounded in the Yiqing Building: "Ouch...... Mine is like smoke, kill someone!

The old bustard screamed and rolled down the stairs in a panic, and the whole Yiqing Building shook suddenly.

"Old Wang, who is so blind, dare to compete with Senior Brother Hehuan Valley and be jealous!" Ba Jinlun saw three corpses here, and without thinking about it, he made up the cause and effect by himself.

"Wheels, sit, drink!" the king gestured to him, raising his glass.

"Let's go and drink somewhere, it's bad here. ”

The woman on the bed sighed, as if she had just woken up, and a beautiful little face was faintly revealed under the veil, full of horror and despair, and her eyes just fell on Ba Jinlun's face, as if she was greatly frightened, and fainted straight.

"Lao Wang! Although this is like smoke and looks good, this psychological quality is still too far from the level of the top brand. ”

"Emeihe purple smoke. ”

"What?"

"This is Emeihe Ziyan. The king ordered the disciples to say word by word.

Could it be that this is the rumored No. 1 beautiful girl in the rivers and lakes who has led countless men to bend their waists, and the most favored little sister of the Emei faction, He-Zi-Yanhe Woman?