【Long Martial Arts Novel】The Prodigal Son's Smiling Swordsman in the World

Part 1: Deep Mountains and Ghost Valley

Chapter 22: The mysterious ancient town has murderous intentions, and the Netherworld Emei kills blood.

The preface continues and the book returns to the main story. When Sa Zhongchen and the three ghosts in western Fujian heard an arrow from the woods, the first feeling of the ghost being unable to do anything told themselves that they had encountered a robber.

That's why he shouted: "Not good!" and hurriedly pulled Sa Zhongchen to the ground. It turned out that there were weeds half a person tall one foot away from the river. When the four of them had just been slumped in the weeds, more than ten people ran out of the woods in the distance. They were wearing short black clothes, each holding swords, guns, swords and halberds.

Sa Zhongchen looked into the woods for a while, and quickly looked back at the ghosts lying beside him. It quickly lowered its voice and asked:

"Second uncle,

What do you think these dozens of people do?”!

Gui Buling was watching a stone bridge not far from the woods. When Sa Zhongchen asked himself, he quickly replied softly:

"Don't make a sound!

Look!

There were also a bunch of people there!”!

I saw a small stone bridge more than thirty feet away from Sa Zhongchen and the others on the east side. This bridge spanned both sides of the river. I saw a group of people walking up the bridge, two or three hundred. What’s strange is that they were all nuns, with weapons in their hands. But I saw the sword shining with golden light, hooks, halberds, knives, forks, sticks, and guns, which were majestic.

A dozen masked men in black in the woods saw a large group of nuns walking on the small stone bridge opposite. They hurriedly walked out of the woods and walked straight towards the people on the bridges.

"Why!

I said opposite,

But the old Qing fox nun of the Emei Sect?

Our Holy Lord has been waiting for you here for a long time!"!

A tall man in the masked black crowd shouted loudly at the nuns opposite him.

At this time, the two female nuns in the group of nuns on the bridge were carrying a long bamboo pole on their shoulders. The bamboo pole was about one meter long and was tied up with two arms as thick as their arms. On the bamboo pole was an old nun with a slender figure, holding a silver silk whisk on the left and a long sword on the right.

"Yiqing Lao Ni, are you safe? Our three-year agreement has passed! Where is the black iron ice stick?"!

At this moment, I saw a bamboo pole throwing into the air, and the old nun shook his body with a move called "Fengwu Jiutian" and the man soared into the air.

The old nun flew up and went straight to the masked black-clothed crowd under the bridge. She came in the air with a "sweeping thousands of troops", then another "eagle flying nine transformations". In a flash, cold light flashed. Then, "Ding Ding Ding Ding... Ding Ding Ding Ding...", "Oh... Oh..."! In less than three minutes, more than a dozen masked black-clothed men fell into a pool of blood. The old nun held a very special sword in his left hand. This extra-large sword with unique appearance was dripping with bright red blood, and a willow-leaf dart in his right hand. The people who fell to the ground were also stuck with willow-leaf darts.

The old nun stood in the middle of the ground and turned around, then raised her legs and left with dust.

The old nun flew up to the bamboo pole again, and the nuns walked towards the woods.

Sa Zhongchen and the three ghosts in western Fujian crawled on the ground for a long time. Gui Buling sat up first and said, "What are those masked men in black doing? Boring! However, the old nun is from Wuliang Temple of the Emei Sect. However, it is not the authentic Emei Sect, but they are all robbers and dogs! But what are the black iron ice sticks they are talking about?"!

At this time, Sa Zhongchen hurriedly said to Gui Buling: "Uncle, I'll drink some water first, then fill the kettle with water before talking.

Right!"! Gui Buling quickly waved his hand and said, "Loyal minister, go!"!

Sa Zhongchen stood up and walked to the riverside. He took a few sips of water and then stood up and took out the kettle on his body and pressed it into the water. After a while, he filled the kettle and began to look around at the surrounding environment.

I saw a stone bridge made of bluestone upstream of the river. I saw the stone bridge across the banks of the river. Under the semicircular arch, two small black-sailed boats were passing by the bridge. The shipwreck wearing felt hats was rowing the oars. The wide river channel and the blue and white waves were flowing slowly with the river.

"I said, Zhongchen, it's time for us to set off and hurry up. The town is ahead. Let's rest when we get to the town!"! The ghost shaved his head and said loudly. Sa Zhongchen hurriedly put the kettle tightly and then walked to the three ghosts in western Fujian with great strides.

Gui Wuyin smiled jokingly and said, "I said, "I'm talking about loyal ministers, I heard that you are good at Taiyi Xuanmen in Wudang. Can you show it? Let uncles see it? Look at your kung fu foundation, and teach you the Taoist magic in southern Fujian in the future! Let uncles see it? How about it?" Sa Zhongchen heard that his second uncle wanted to see his light skills.

He hurriedly took out the iron whisk from behind his waist and raised it into the air, and shouted "(????)??Hi". He saw his toes on the ground, and his body hunched. "" The dance under his feet became a wind. "Shake Shake Shake Shake Shake Shake Shake Shake Shake Shake Shake Shake Shake Shake Shake Shake Shake Shake Shake Shake Shake Shake Shake Shake Shake Shake Shake Shake Shake Shake Shake Shake Shake Shake Shake Shake Shake Shake Shake Shake Shake Shake Shake Shake Shake Shake Shake Shake Shake Shake Shake Shake Shake Shake Shake Shake Shake Shake Shake Shake Shake Shake Shake Shake Shake Shake Shake Shake Shake Shake Shake Shake Shake Shake Shake Shake Shake Shake Shake Shake Shake Shake Shake Shake Shake Shake Shake Shake Shake Shake Shake Shake Shake Sha

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A figure in the sunlight was like a ghost, and in a blink of an eye it had already arrived on the big stone bridge. Sa Zhongchen did not grow angry, his face was not gloomy, but he just gasped for a while, his face was a little flushed. When he was satisfied, a voice came from behind him: "I said, Zhongchen, your light skills are good, but you still have to practice hard!"!" "Ah! This??" At this time, Sa Zhongchen turned around and looked behind him. He was shocked. It turned out that the three ghosts in western Fujian flew to the small bridge with their meridians. The three of them were sitting

On the bridge railing, they looked at the young man with a smile. At this moment, their every move was noticed by a person under the bridge. The man was tall and tall, wearing a torn straw hat, wearing beggar clothes, a dog-beating stick with his left hand, and a broken clay pot with his right hand. A small piece broke at the edge of the clay pot, and a small gap appeared. He was pressing down the broken clay hat and standing quietly on the woods under the bridge, watching the movements of the three ghosts in western Fujian and the tiger-headed old Taoist.

At this moment, there were more than a dozen farmers sitting under the shade of trees in the woods behind the Bluestone Bridge and resting and chatting. Three of them looked around at the people coming and going up and down the bridge.

Suddenly I saw something, as if a figure was floating on the bluestone bridge in a flash. There were three other ghost shadows flying to the small bridge. He was surprised and rubbed his eyes with his dirty hands, and muttered to himself: "Hi Yoyo! It's so fucking hell! Is this human? Or a ghost? Why so fast?" A short fat man next to this man looked at the bridge and said, "I saw it too! It seemed like he was flying over! The other three seemed to float over!" At this time, a middle-aged farmer behind the two people also exclaimed: "Cough! Damn, that's a little old Taoist, yes! It's a little old Taoist! That's right? Where is it on the bridge! The other three are people!" After the middle-aged farmer finished speaking, he pointed his fingers on the bridge. These more than a dozen people were talking, and I talked about it in one word!

The sun was already rising, and Sa Zhongchen and the three ghosts in western Fujian quickly walked into the town.

Located at the junction of four provinces, one town in Qingyuan River Ancient Town spans three mountains and two rivers. The Qingyuan River water flows to the northeast. There are rows of ancient blue brick houses on the south bank of the river. Qingyuan River Ancient Town is adjacent to Hulang Mountain in the south, Yunwu Mountain in the east, Dulong Mountain in the north, and a wider river flows from west to southeast. There is also a two-story building made of Hui style stones in the north. Occasionally, three or three, stands in the houses made of blue bricks, arranged like a scattered star.

Sa Zhongchen and the three ghosts in western Fujian have quickly entered the Qingyuan River ancient

The north and south streets of the town are the south streets of Qingyuanhe Ancient Town. Locals call this street "Shangjia Street" because this south street is the two most prosperous ancient towns, including shops, small shopping and small sales, and gatherings of all walks of life.

Sa Zhongchen and his friends walked into the entrance of the alley on the east side of Nanda Street. From afar, they could see figures swaying, people rolling, five elements and eight industries. Merchants flowing, three religions and nine streams, and the crowds are like flowing water. Therefore, Nanda Street has been very prosperous in recent years!

Sa Zhongchen and his friends walked into the alley. Suddenly, a straw hat woven by a straw raincoat and bamboo leaves came out from somewhere. The brim of the hat was low and the medium-sized man was holding a dead bone bamboo pole in his left hand, which was about two meters long, and a Qimen weapon was carried on his back. Because he was wrapped in canvas, he couldn't see what weapon it was?

The three ghosts in western Fujian and Sa Zhongchen looked at each other, and Gui Wuying said first, "Hey, I said, how do you walk? You bumped into me!"! The man did not answer but stretched out his left hand to "Close the door and hit the dog" and then another "dog bite the bone". The dry bone bamboo pole directly hit the heart acupoint, throat acupoint and Dantian acupoint in his chest. The man instantly made three ruthless moves. Gui Wuying shouted: "Oh, not good!"! He pointed to the ground with a "Crane Rising Jiangtian" on his toes, and his left toes touched the ground, his body soared into the air, and his body flew backwards one foot away. Gui Wuying hurriedly clasped his fists and said, "Uh, turtle, I'm talking about this brother, who is the monster among the Kunlun monsters? Why did you get the skeleton pointing stick method of the monster among the old monsters!"

When the man heard Gui Wuying mention the monster among the Holy Hand Kunlun monsters, he hurriedly took a big step back, and then clasped his fists and said loudly: "Who is your lord? Below is the closed disciple of the monster among the Holy Hand Kunlun monsters. My name is Lifetime, the Jianghu Mixed No. Wuyingke!"!

Gui Wuying was so happy when he heard this. He stroked his beard with his left hand, and then said, "Below is Gui Wuying, the three ghosts in western Fujian, the holy hand of Kunlun monsters in Yunju Temple in Zhongnan Mountain, he is our best friend! We haven't met for five years in a flash. When will we accept disciples? Why don't we know? We have seen the three disciples of the old monster, but we have a look at you?"!

When the man heard Gui Wuying ask himself, he quickly reached out to take off the straw hat woven by bamboo leaves. Everyone could see clearly. It turned out that this man was of medium size, round baby face, big trowel eyebrows, tiger eyes, big squid fork, two ears of fan-wind wheels, small goat beard, wide shoulders, narrow waist, a cowhide of a farmer, a cowhide, big cowhide shoes on his feet, and a large deerskin hood behind him, and a drum in his sleeve. He was muttering that he didn't know what weapons he was carrying.

When this person heard that the people opposite him were the famous "Three Ghosts of Western Fujian" in the world, he was also stunned. He hurriedly clasped his fists and said loudly: "It turns out they are several martial arts seniors, who are disrespectful and disrespectful. Who is this?"!

This man pointed at the old Taoist Sa Zhongchen, and Gui Wuying laughed and said, "He is my nephew, named Sa Zhongchen, and is the great general of Weiyuan, Annan Kingdom. "Sa Ying's youngest son, and also the apprentice of Taoist Xuanjizi, Taoist Xuanjizi, Taiyi Yunyang Palace in Zhongnan Mountain."

When this man heard that this old Taoist was Sa Zhongchen, Sa Ying's youngest son, he hurriedly knelt on the ground. The three ghosts in western Fujian and Sa Zhongchen looked at each other, and they were all dumbfounded. "What's going on?"

Just as Sa Zhongchen and his friends were stunned, a man suddenly ran out of the alley opposite. He saw that the man was covered in blood, covered with a headscarf, a short gray robe with a slanted collar, and a lantern trousers under his waist. He was holding a tiger-headed ghost-headed sword in his left hand. The sword was covered with blood, and the blood was scattered with blood beads.

He covered his chest with his right hand, and the ghost hurriedly walked forward and supported the man and asked, "Hey, what happened? How did I do it?" The man covered his bleeding chest and gasped, and said in a breathless manner: "Jin... Jin... Yi... Wei... Kill a good person!" After he finished speaking, his body softened and fell to the ground.
Chapter completed!