"Haha, a group of beggars who can only beg along the streets, and a group of bastards who don't even dare to go out with a gang leader, even if you dare to mix in the real chess game?" In the long pavilion on the side of the official road, a man about forty-five years old sat in the pavilion, and there were many people lying on the ground around him, and the brightly dressed people were the people of the Haisha Gang, and the clothes were full of patches, needless to say, at a glance, they knew that they were the people of the world's largest gang of beggars, but these eight bags of disciples, plus a few people of the Haisha Gang, were the opponents of the people in the pavilion, but they were divided by two, and they put these more than ten people to the ground before they even pulled out the knife in their hands. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The people who fell to the ground were unwilling, and could only stare angrily at the ruthless man sitting in the long pavilion.

Originally, this long pavilion was a resting place for the disciples of the beggar gang to discuss things with the disciples of the Haisha Gang, but when he met such an unreasonable guy, he came over and directly said that he wanted to borrow the long pavilion and sleep.

Then he thought that the beggar gang and the disciples of the Haisha gang were too noisy, so they wanted to expel them from the long pavilion.

The beggars and the Haisha gang thought that there were many people, and the other party was only one person, but after the fight, they found that even if they doubled their number, it would be useless, and they were injured people, but it was not a serious injury, only a minor injury, but it made him have no power to fight back, so he could only fall to the ground, watching him sit in the long pavilion and constantly laugh at the beggars and the Haisha gang.

"Who the hell are you? I'm waiting to rest in this long pavilion, why do you want to kill you? My Haisha Gang is not at the mercy of others. The man at the helm of the Haisha Gang held his hand on the ground, and the other hand on his chest, glaring angrily at the man in the long pavilion.

"The Haisha Gang, just a three-legged cat like you, if your dead ghost gang leader hadn't died, I would still want to learn the power of the Sea Dragon Fist, but the current Haisha Gang is really like a plate of loose sand. The man paid no heed to the clamor of the helmsman of the Haisha Gang.

"Hmph, who dares to say that my Haisha Gang is a plate of loose sand?" Hearing this, in the distance outside the long pavilion, a goatee man wearing a green robe, a black gold crown, and a folding fan suddenly appeared.

"Who did I think it was? The goatee man flashed one step at a time, and in just a few breaths came to the outside of the pavilion and picked up the man who had split the rudder.

"Wan Tong, the deputy hall master of Qingfeng Hall, has seen the helper. When Wantong saw the goatee man, he bowed down and bowed.

"Who am I? It turns out that Ji Ru, the deputy gang leader of the Haisha Gang, who has no real ability and relied on intrigue and trickery to climb to the position of gang leader. Sitting in the long pavilion, Zhang Ao, who didn't pay any attention to the goatee Ji as usual, continued to laugh.

"Are you hurt?" Of course, Ji Ruchang would not be angry with Zhang Ao's words.

"Back to the helper, all we have to do is suffer skin wounds. Wan Tong stared at Zhang Ao, although the other party did not hurt the killer, but it also left them with minor injuries, and it is estimated that they will need to rest for four or five days to recover.

"You take the brothers back to the rudder to recuperate from their injuries, this matter of Tianzhu Mountain, so that Zhu Lian of Qingfeng Hall doesn't need to worry about it. After Ji Ruchang finished speaking, he sent away Wan Tong, the Haisha Gang and others.

"Brothers of the beggar gang, are you okay?" Ji just stood in place as usual, greeting the people of the beggar gang who were still lying on the ground.

"I'm just a little injured, it's not a big deal, thank you to Master Ji for the rescue. A beggar helped the disciple to stand up, holding a stick in his hand, and arched his hand to Ji Ruchang.

"It's okay, I don't know if your Feng Gang Master has come?" asked Ji as usual.

"The gang leader made a special trip back from Mobei and arrived in Anhui a few days ago, so he must have arrived at the foot of Tianzhu Mountain by now. ”

"Oh, then I have to speed up, tomorrow is the third of March, it is said that the Yuelai Inn is lively. Ji said with a smile.

"Hypocrite, with a dignified face. Zhang Ao, the mad knife in the long pavilion, looked at the hypocritical goatee Ji as usual, and said disdainfully.

"Oh, what does the Crazy Sword Sect advocate hero think is a gentleman's behavior?" Looking at the beggar disciples who were far away, Ji Ruchang slowly walked up to the long pavilion and sat down opposite Zhang Ao.

"Zhang Daxia, I can't call it, the rivers and lakes call me evil, how dare I call it a hero, except for Fan Xiliu and Bu Liuming, who can afford the word hero?" Zhang Ao seemed to hate the goatee Ji Ruchang very much, looked at Ji Ruchang sitting opposite, hurriedly turned his face away, and looked to the side.

Ji Ruchang is a capricious villain, everyone in the rivers and lakes knows it, and Zhang Ao is unwilling to be with him. Now he can still sit here and talk to him, and he didn't fight, just because Ji Ruchang still has a trace of the morality of the martial arts in the rivers and lakes, and he has done a lot of things to resist the demon sect from harming the martial arts.

"Master Zhang is a well-known figure in the rivers and lakes, he founded the Crazy Knife Gate with one hand, and the Crazy Knife with the other hand, and there are few opponents on the rivers and lakes. Ji Ruchang tried his best to praise Zhang Ao.

"No matter how strong your knife skills are, it can't match your mouth that can plow the ground. Zhang Ao leaned against the pillars of the long pavilion, staring into the distance, not taking Ji Ruchang's words to heart at all.

"Master Zhang is really a man of temperament, and I, Ji Ru, am a villain, but ......" Ji Ruchang was about to complain to Zhang Ao, but as soon as he was halfway through the words, he saw Zhang Ao stand up.

"Master Ji doesn't have to be so self-deprecating, what everyone in the rivers and lakes knows, I Zhang Ao naturally knows in my heart, I still have something to do, so I will leave first. Zhang Ao didn't wait for Ji to speak as usual, so he jumped one step at a time, quickly left the long pavilion, and in a few flashes, he disappeared.

"Hmph, what kind of thing are you, Zhang Ao, sooner or later, you will come to your knees and beg me. Ji Ruchang looked at Zhang Ao who disappeared on the official road, held the folding fan tightly, and said fiercely.

But in an instant, he returned to normal, as if nothing had happened just now, and chased unhurriedly towards the official road where Zhang Ao was walking.

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At this time, it was already noon, and in the Guizhen Building, Yue Xiao, who was transporting true qi to Fan Xiliu, still had a tired look on his face at the moment.

Chongsan, Jiang Yandie, and the other seven were all sitting around the Eight Immortals table in Bu Liu's room, and the seven pairs of eyes were staring at Bu Liuming motionless in the barrel.

"Fluttershy, go get some rest, you haven't closed your eyes all night, it's not good for your health. The scholar said to Jiang Yandie.

"I'm going to wait for the step seniors to wake up. Jiang Yandie was very tired, and her eyelids seemed to be very heavy, as if she had hung a weight of thousands of catties, and she was about to close it.

Seeing Jiang Yandie forcibly lift her spirit, Chongsan shook his head silently, stood up, walked to Jiang Yandie's side, stretched out his hand, and pulled Jiang Yandie straight out of the room.

"What are you going to do?" At the door, Jiang Yandie broke free of Chongsan's hand and shouted angrily.

Everyone looked at the two people at the door.

"Go and rest!" Chongsan looked at Jiang Yandie and said in a heavy tone.

Jiang Yandie looked at Bu Liuming, and then looked at Chongsan's unchangeable eyes, with a solemn face, this is the demeanor that only he has when dealing with the enemy.

"I don't. Jiang Yandie looked at Chongsan's expression, and her tone seemed to reveal a little fear. There was a bit of a trilling in the voice.

"Didn't you hear, go and rest!" Chongsan said coldly again.

"Can't you wait for the seniors to wake up?" Jiang Yandie pouted and looked at Chongsan pitifully.

But the cold-blooded Chongsan didn't care about Jiang Yandie's coquettishness at all, and directly took Jiang Yandie's slender hand and walked towards the boudoir not far away.

The little insect and Yue Xiao just looked at this scene with a smile, Cheng Lan didn't care at all, her mind was all on Bu Liuming in the wooden barrel, while Fan Xiliu looked at all this with a smile, as for the scholar, looking at Chongsan holding Jiang Yandie's white little hand, the vinegar in his heart was rolling, as if he had overturned the old vinegar that had been over for a hundred and fifty years, but there was nothing displeased on his face.

Not long after Chongsan took Jiang Yandie away, Fan Xiliu found that Bu Liuming slowly opened his eyes.

Perhaps it was too weak, and before he could speak, he fell asleep again in the barrel.

Cheng Lan took the pulse for Bu Liuming, felt that the breath returned to normal, and the worry in her heart was put down, and she breathed a sigh of relief, for this kind of treatment method of fighting poison with poison, she had only heard her grandfather Zhulu Doctor Xian Chengyu say before, but she had never experienced it, and now she was unprepared, and she realized a miracle of fighting poison with poison.

Yue Xiao smiled at Cheng Lan, who was almost crying excitedly, and still admired this little girl in his heart, isn't it like this when he expounded Feng Zhaoran's ten major crimes in the court, but now that two years have passed, Feng Zhaoran has not only not been removed, but has become more powerful, and looking at himself, where is there still a bit of arrogance that pointed at the world and asked the world's heroes who are worthy of their opponents?

Bu Liuming is awake, which is good news for everyone, but there is also bad news, that is, Bu Liuming is now equivalent to a waste person, Ren Du's second vein is sealed, the whole body martial arts can not be used, and the true qi cannot circulate in the body.

When Cheng Lan said the bad news, the room fell silent.

"Don't look at me, I said at the beginning, at most, I can only suppress the spread of the poison of the scattered immortals in the body of my predecessors, and as for detoxification, I can't do it. Cheng Lan looked at the few people around her staring at her, and Xiao Qiao's face was as red as an apple.

"Then is there any way to get rid of the poison of the scattered immortals on Brother Bu's body?" asked Fan Xiliu.

"There is a way, but ......" Cheng Lan seemed to have something unspeakable, so she didn't say what was going on.

"Do you want your grandfather to detoxify?" asked Fan Xiliu.

"Hmm. Cheng Lan nodded without hesitation, looking at Fan Xiliu, it is estimated that Fan Xiliu's seniors know their grandfather's temperament.

"Is there no other way?" Fan Xiliu hesitated and asked Cheng Lan.

Cheng Lan touched her head, thought for a while, and shook her head.

"Hey, Brother Bu has paid his life for the Jianghu martial arts, but unfortunately it's just like this, hey......" Fan Xiliu sighed continuously, and then walked out of the room silently.

The little bug was about to run to inform Chongsan and Jiang Yandie, but was stopped by the scholar, only to see the scholar say something in the little bug's ear, and then walked out of the room.

The little worm and Yue Xiao gave Cheng Lan a hand in the room, slowly helped Bu Liuming up, and then wiped Bu Liuming's body clean, changed into a set of clean clothes, put it on the bed, and let her rest.

The last ones who stayed in the room to take care of Bu Liuming were Yue Xiao and the little worm.

The little insect sitting at the table and Yue Xiao stared at each other, as if they were not compatible.

"Say, where does Hua want to rong?" Yue Xiao glared at the little worm, pretending to be extremely serious, and said angrily.

"I don't know, hee-hee. The little insect looked at Yue Xiao with a smile, his eyes wide open.

"Are you going to say it or not?"

"Don't say it, hee-hee. ”

Looking at the little bug's smile, Yue Xiao finally understood why the scholar had been defeated repeatedly on the little bug.