Chapter 4: The Remnants of the Great Yan

Xiao Guizi has been in the Zhao Palace since she was a child, and she will definitely not have any more seeds in her life, but people like him who have physical defects are most taboo to this kind of title. The black short man named Feng, who is sissy and silly, keeps her from growing up, is simply a weak point that stung Xiao Guizi every sentence, and Xiao Guizi couldn't help but feel angry.

Xiao Guizi's face turned blue and her eyes were bloodshot. She reached out to explore the horse's back. A green light flashed in his hand. A bright long sword appeared in Xiao Guizi's hand. It was the Qingming sword taken from Dugu Qiubai's sword tomb. Although this Qingming sword was extremely sharp, its sword body was four feet long. If Mo Chou persisted, it would be hindered. Although the black iron heavy sword in my hand was not easy to use and was very silly to wield, it was powerful after all. At this time, my need for power was naturally far greater than my concern for the image. Therefore, this weapon of Dugu Qiubai used to become famous and fell into the hands of Xiao Guizi, a half-baked master.

Although Xiao Guizi was impulsive, she was not a fool. After a few fights, she already knew that her martial arts skills were not as good as the black short in front of her, so she wanted to rely on the power of the Qingming Sword. Even if she couldn't kill her opponent, she could still fight both sides. Xiao Guizi's face fell into my eyes, and I naturally knew his plans. I didn't want to let Xiao Guizi go up and fight desperately. She stretched out her hand and pressed Xiao Guizi's arm and said, "Xiao Guizi, you can't fight hard with this stupid person." As she said that, she raised her breath and shouted in a stern voice: "Find someone who can make decisions and don't let a fool make trouble here."

In fact, this black short man named Feng was careless on the surface, and seemed to be brave and fierce. But I knew that this person was not so simple. Just looking at his eyes, you could see that this person was definitely a smart and capable person. He deliberately made some unruly actions, probably just to let his opponents peek. I shouted loudly. He plucked up his internal strength and mixed it with some Huang Yaoshi's method of controlling the rhythm, just like a thunder thunder on the ground. Huang Rong and Mo Chou's mount was a good horse in Dayuan, and my voice came forward, and the three horses sniffed a few loud noises, barely able to do it, while Xiao Guizi's mount was just an ordinary good horse, and he was shocked and neighed and stood upright. If Xiao Guizi hadn't tied the reins tightly, the two would have run away without a trace.

The black short man was the first to be hit, and he was so shocked that he took a few steps back, his face was surging. His blood was red and his knees were even softer. He was about to kneel down. The black short man was tough, stretched out his hand and slapped his legs hard, tilted back with the force, and sat back to the ground with a "thump". Although it was also embarrassing. But he didn't kneel on the ground on the spot. With just a few simple actions, the black short man was extremely difficult. When he sat down on the ground, the blood on his face instantly disappeared, and his face that was originally about to be black seemed abnormal and pale.

My loud shout was, first, to force these guys to come out, and second, to teach this black short man who is not good at practicing verbal virtue, to give Xiao Guizi a lesson, so as to vent his anger, so as to save Xiao Guizi from going up and fighting with others. Although the toughness of the black short man named Feng in front of me made me feel a little unhappy, I still did not add an echo to my loud shout. Although this could make the black short man in front of me vomit blood on the spot and lay on the bed for a month, after being relatively relieved, the beam became ruthless. But now my top priority is to grab Baoer from the old poison as soon as possible, and these amateur robbers seem to have good martial arts skills, so the way they have made extramaritals on the road is something that I, a wise man, would not take.

My hand obviously played the right role. The middle-aged scholar who had always attracted my attention floated to the side of the black short. I raised my eyebrows lightly and a little cold sweat faintly oozed out of my forehead, because the light skills performed by the middle-aged scholar were worthy of the word "floating". They were elegant and outspoken, giving people a feeling of transcendence. This is also the reason why I sweated coldly. If this light skills were performed by a beauties like Mochou or Huang Rong, it would definitely give people a feeling of admiration and admiration. However, this technique appeared on a middle-aged man, but it could only make people sweat.

"Uncle, I..." The black dwarf struggled to get up, but when he exerted a little force, his face turned red instantly. This was a sign of the disorder of the inner breath of the black dwarf. If he hadn't done it forcibly, he would not have fallen into his current virtue. The black dwarf's title of middle-aged scholar made me frown slightly. Judging from the light skills of the two just now, the black dwarf's kung fu was definitely not taught by the middle-aged scholar, but after hearing the names of the two, you know that even if they are not relatives, they should be family friends. If they are robbers, they will be much harder to deal with than those mobs from all over the world.

The middle-aged scholar patted the black shorts' back a few times. The black shorts's face immediately improved a lot. He sat cross-legged in the middle of the road and adjusted his breathing. The middle-aged scholar came to my horse with a stern look, bowed deeply, and said slowly: "I'm going to thank the young man for a lot of thanks to the young man in advance, and let my incompetent nephew have a horse."

Youdao is to stretch out your hand and not hit people with a smile. Since this is why Uncle Deng should be very respectful, I naturally cannot be too arrogant. I immediately reached out and pressed my hand on the saddle, jumped off the horse's back lightly, clasped my fists, and said lightly: "I am Yang Kang in Taihu Lake, I am polite."

When Deng Bodou heard my name, he was slightly stunned. In a flash, his face filled with smiles and said to me: "Ah, it turns out that he is the famous leader of the Beggars' Sect. No wonder he is so powerful in martial arts, he is so respectful." As he said that, he took another step forward and said with a smile: "It's really a blessing to be able to see the style of the heroes of the world today." He stretched out his hand and wanted to shake hands with me.

When the characters in the martial arts world meet for the first time, they often shake hands and compete. It seems to be close and intimate, but in fact they are fighting hands. This is also a habitual skill in the martial arts world. Although I have never encountered it, I know a little about it. This kind of handshake not only competes with hand strength, but also weighs the internal strength of both sides. With my current internal strength level, if I claim to be the second in the martial arts world, I am afraid no one dares to claim it. But I have clearly shown my internal strength just now, and this Deng person has to take action. If it is not for another trick, he was injured in his brain when he was a child and has not yet healed.

Looking up and down, looking left and right, the man surnamed Deng doesn't look like a person with abnormal mind. Needless to say, he must have a mechanism hidden in his hand and wanted to impolite me. I sneered slightly, and stretched his right hand into my arms. When I took it out, I had already had a thin pair of gloves on my hand. This glove was the Tiancan Silk Gloves that I had fed from the treacherous prime minister Shi Miyuan in the Lin'an Prime Minister's Mansion that day. This glove was originally used as a gift for Xiaolongnu. This time, because I was going to deal with Ouyang Jin, I was afraid that the old poison would be poisonous in my hand, so I ran to Xiaolongnu and borrowed the gloves back. I didn't expect to meet Ouyang Jin, but I used it for a disaster halfway.

Judging from the light skills that Deng Bodang just showed, this guy's kung fu cultivation is definitely no longer inferior to Qiu Lao Er. On the same day, I took Qiu Lao Er's skills with a smile. I really know the taste of the marrow. Although I thought that the Beiming magic skill was too harmful to the heavens, I was not a person who could not transform into ancient times. When I encountered the benefits of being delivered to my door, I would naturally take it first. Besides, this old guy must have some bad idea, which is called self-destruction and unrestrainedness.

I also smiled and reached out to hold the one named Deng. My face was definitely an expression after seeing my old friend. Although my wishful thinking was loud, it still failed. When Uncle Deng saw the gloves on my hand, his face changed drastically. His left foot paused on the ground, and he had already floated out three feet, just stopped in front of the black short man who was lucky to breathe, looking at me coldly, his face was filled with contempt and anger, and there was a hint of sadness.

Deng Bodang's performance stunned me. Young Master, I put on gloves and shook hands, although it was a bit disrespectful to the opponent, but for the two people who just met and didn't know the truth, it was nothing. At most, I would just scold me for being a villain to save his gentleman's affair with a villain. Besides, you are not a good boy. This is a trick that is seen through. The one who is embarrassed should be the one who is embarrassed. But now seeing Deng Bodang's expression is so rich that I can't touch my mind for a while.

Before I could speak, Uncle Deng sneered and said, "I didn't expect that you have changed your surname Yang now. It seems that forgetting your ancestors has become your family's tradition." As he said that, he spread his folding fan in his hand, slapped it gently, and said without a smile: "I heard that you have inherited some Duke of Lu. It seems that your family's dream of having been in so many years is almost fulfilled. Should the Deng family be here to congratulate you?"

I was really confused by this Deng surname, and I was very unhappy with this sarcastic attitude. I frowned and said, "My surname is Deng, I don't know you at all, and I don't understand your nonsense, but you made me angry when I heard your words." As I said that, I reached out to the side and made a gesture. Huang Rong, who had been sitting on the horse's back, understood it, leaned over and untied the Black Iron Heavy Sword from my horse's back and handed it to my hand. I knew that although the Deng Bodang in front of me was unknown, it was definitely not a mediocre hand, so I took the Black Iron Heavy Sword as a big one.

The guy took it out and wanted to have a quick battle. I gently waved the Xuan Iron Sword and said coldly: "Young Master, even if I become Duke Lu, I will not be able to get in your way. Originally, I am not only a matter of trouble, but you are a kid pretending to be crazy and stupid, but now I can tell you very responsibly, Young Master, I am very angry, and the consequences are very serious." Speaking of this, I couldn't help but smile. I didn't expect that these classic lines from more than 20 years ago were actually spoken by me at this time, and I really felt like I was in a dream.

I originally thought that as soon as I said these few words, I would have to go through a fight. Unexpectedly, the Deng surnamed had no intention of taking action, but he was full of anger and a heart-warming virtue. He trembled with his hands and pointed at me with a folding fan. His lips trembled for a long time before he squeezed out a few words: "Don't you know? You said you don't know? That's right, our surname is Deng, Gongye, Bao, and Feng, were not worthy of knowing you. The last word "Murong" was said, and the uncle seemed to squeeze out hard with his teeth, and his eyes were so excited that he was blood-red. It looked like he had to bite me to relieve his hatred.
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