When the sun sets, it is inevitable that people will feel deeply melancholy. www.biquge.info The sunset of this evening, thick as blood and as hot as fire, dyed the city of Matou, which had been noisy all day, into a haggard red, and made everyone who walked on the road feel sad and depressed.

At this moment there was a tall, pale-faced, gray-haired old man wearing a fish-white robe with a thin jacket wrapped inside. Riding on a black-and-white flowered horse, slightly tired from overwork, he held the reins of the horse with his right hand, and for some reason put a black cloth pocket on his wrist with his left hand. The rope of the bag was wrapped around the left forearm several times, and the bottom end of the black cloth bag was ticking little by little along the way, drops of blood that were about to solidify.

Just as he walked into the city gate, an old man who had returned from selling vegetables and was jumping with a basket in the air. At the moment of contact, the old man who carried the burden inadvertently raised his head and glanced at the old man on the horse, and was suddenly secretly startled by his pale face. Until the old man on horseback was gone, the old man with a pair of empty burdens stopped to look back, for he not only saw that the old man on horseback was pale, but also saw drops of blood dripping from the black cloth pocket he had tied to his arm.

The blood had coagulated, and it was immediately sucked dry by the dust on the ground, and a gust of evening wind blew, and there was no trace of blood to be found in the dry dust! As night fell, the pale old man on horseback finally came to the gate of Liu Junshan, the king of spears in Matou City.

Seeing that the people were approaching the village gate, the two Zhuang guests guarding the door, with steel knives on their belts, walked over with high spirits, "Old man, who are you looking for?"

"I'm looking for Liu Junshan!"

"What's your name?" asked the dealer again.

"He Hanzhong. ”

"Then you wait a minute, I'll report it!"

At this time, in Matou City, there were three people in the reception hall of Liu Junshan, the king of guns. Sitting in front of the coffee table - on the master's seat was a long-faced man with large pores like orange peels, and a long nose that was symmetrical to his long face. It's just that his slitted eyes don't seem to fit well, like a pair of sleeping cat's eyes on a horse's face. His beard is left under his chin, as if deliberately to exist as a symbol of a man.

Other than that, though, everything looks bright. He was wrapped in a brown cotton robe, and the cooked cowhide boots under his feet were smooth and shiny, which gave him a great boost of momentum for such a burly man, and he was talking to the two guests in front of him, and at the same time he habitually shook his legs, so that his feet were wearing cooked cowhide boots, like a witch shaking her head, chanting mantras.

He is the owner of this manor, known as the king of guns, named Liu Junshan. The blue-robed and broad-faced man sitting on his right hand was his good friend who he rescued from the prison of the beggar gang the day before yesterday - boxing champion Qin Jubo. Today's boxing champion Qin Jubo, that kind of expression, has changed from the domineering style of the past, and it doesn't look much better than a water dog.

On the bridge of his nose, there was a dark blue dredging on the bridge of his nose, which had been imprisoned in the beggars' prison for the beggars' special executioners, and not only that, but several such bruises could also be found on his round face with a broad face and short beard. His expression looked almost haggard than that of a man kicked by a donkey, and it made people feel pitiful when they saw it.

He was thin, and the blue robe he wore looked a little broad, especially when he sat in a chair, and the belly that had been fluttering was gone, leaving a wrinkled piece of fabric that made one look cowering. Although he was talking to Liu Junshan without laughing now, he never stopped thinking about this question for a moment -- with a selfish person like Liu Junshan, why did he risk his life and go to the beggar prison to rescue himself?

And just now, when Liu Junshan was holding up the teacup, he said something like this: "Brother, if I don't save you, how can I feel at ease! We brothers are people who breathe the same fate!"

After that, he pondered in his heart what Liu Junshan said just now: "That's right, now the rivers and lakes are being shaken by the Southern Sword, and if I don't come out, you will become his first enemy." As soon as I come out, do you want me to deal with him now? If that's what you're going to do, then I can tell you that your wishful thinking is annoying!"

But on his lips, he replied to Liu Junshan's words like this: "Big brother said it well, when my brother comes out this time, he must erase the evil thief Nanjian on the rivers and lakes!"

"Then is there any good way for Master Qin?" Zhuge Ping, the righteous brother of Liu Junshan, who was sitting opposite him, suddenly took over the conversation and asked him. Qin Jubotun felt humiliated by his question, after all, he was still called the king of boxing by the world in the rivers and lakes, although this time this person made a great effort when he robbed the prison, and even injured Juntao, the deputy gang member of the beggar gang.

However, after all, he is a subordinate of Liu Junshan's side, where is his turn to be on an equal footing with himself, and he is not ashamed, and he has to interrogate him in front of Liu Junshan. This made Qin Jubo very unhappy. Therefore, he pretended not to hear it, and only talked to Liu Junshan: "What are the plans of Brother Liu next?"

Of course, Liu Junshan saw his emotions just now, but he didn't point it out clearly, he smiled, so that his eyes, which were originally narrowed into a slit, couldn't see the black eyeballs inside at all. All that can be seen is a glimmer of darkness in the cracks, so only the ghost knows what such eyes were thinking at that time, and people have no way to guess it.

"I want to gather the world's martial arts," he said, "Concentrate the wisdom of the world's people with lofty ideals, and completely eliminate this purple-clothed swordsman named Nanjian!"

Qin Jubo nodded, "I think the same as the eldest brother," he said, "I am dissatisfied with the eldest brother, the younger brother and the big boss of the Oolong Mountain, the old immortal of the Oolong Mountain, have a good relationship; As long as we join forces to deal with this person named Nanjian, we will not be afraid of how fast his sword will be by then, the 'Sword Control Dafa' in the Oolong Old Immortal He Hanzhong, even ten Nanjian will not be his opponent!"

"Oh, this person is so good!" Liu Junshan immediately moved and asked, "Is he the old immortal He Hanzhong who is rumored on the rivers and lakes?"

"Yes, that's him!"

Liu Junshan nodded, his slitted eyes narrowed into a crack again, "Very good!" he slapped the armrest of the seat excitedly, and shouted, his face rippling with jubilant joy, "Okay, when do you plan to leave." ”

At this time, because he had revealed his strong strength in front of others, Qin Jubo's expression at the moment suddenly became confident, and the commanding momentum that existed in him in the past slowly woke up again. "No hurry!" he said slowly, "I'm going to rest for two days and wait until I'm refreshed." ”

"That's, that's," Liu Junshan also hurriedly said, "That's inevitable." ”

At this time, Zhuge Ping, who was sitting on the side, also hurriedly said: "As soon as Master Qin comes back, this momentum is different, and now our Brother Liu is more confident." ”

Qin Jubo smiled at him, but still didn't speak, that look told him, "Boy, pay attention to your identity, don't forget that you are talking to the boxing king." ”

At this moment, a Zhuang guest stepped on the floor and hurriedly ran from the door, "What's the matter, panic?" Zhuge Ping took the lead in asking the visitor.

Outside the door, there was an old man who claimed to be an old immortal of Oolong, He Hanzhong, who asked to see him. Zhuang Ke said to Liu Junshan with a fist in a proper manner.

"Oolong Old Immortal He Hanzhong!" Liu Junshan was deeply puzzled, he quickly glanced at the boxing king Qin Jubo, and then looked at the person who came and asked, "How many people are here?" ”

"Just one person and one ride!"

"One man, one ride!"

"Yes. ”

At this time, Qin Jubo couldn't help but ask: "He's a tall and thin old man, his hair and beard are already gray!"

"Yes. "And his arm was still dripping blood, and his face was very pale." ”

"Oh!" boxing champion Qin Jubo looked relieved, smiled and said, "That must not be He Hanzhong on the Oolong Mountain we are talking about; how could he come here with blood dripping from his arm! ”

"Yes, yes, that's right, that's right!" Liu Junshan said, and Zhuang Ke ordered, "You go and call him in, let's take a look!"

"Yes, sir. ”

So, the dealer hurriedly withdrew again.