The big rivers and lakes that attack

Chapter 425 The Dying Man
During the supper, Jiang Wan asked while drinking tender fish soup: "Zhu'er, with your current status, you should be able to bring your parents over. Where do they live now? Let's visit together someday?"

Baizhu shook her head dejectedly: "I don't know why, after a few years I haven't been home, my shop is gone, my parents and younger brother are also gone, it is said that I went to other places to do business a few years ago."

Jiang Wan nodded and said: "It's also possible, ask more, maybe I went to another state, there will always be a time to meet."

Baizhu hummed, and said no more.

"noob."

"Boss?"

Li Dao thought for a while, and then said seriously: "Perhaps, your parents and younger brother have been protected by the head of Meng. After all, you are such an identity now. If in the future, hostile forces use your family to threaten you, What should you do then?"

Baizhu was stunned for a moment, then nodded and said, "I also had speculations about this..."

Then there is no more to say.

After the supper time was over, everyone dispersed.

That night, Zhu Dan was very cautious and wanted to ask Bai Zhu for the method of "not aging", but Bai Zhu was a little absent-minded and didn't know what he was thinking.

Zhu Dan was very happy.

……

In the early morning, Cuiwei City.

In a certain inn, the morning sun shone through the window and hit the face of the surly and strong young man lying on the bed. At this moment, he suddenly opened his eyes, with a look of madness in his eyes.

"Ho ho..."

He laughed softly, then sat up suddenly from the bed, stretched out his hand, and the heavy black iron gun standing by the door appeared in his hand with a "swoosh~".

The young man leaned on the gun and sat on the edge of the bed, taking a deep breath, his muscular chest rising and falling with his breathing. After a while, he stood up and walked towards the door.

Standing in the spacious yard, he looked at the rockery on the other side, then turned his gaze to the rising sun in the east, and murmured: "Good weather, good omen."

Not long after, people came out from other rooms one after another, some with knives, some with swords, some bald men with double hammers on their backs, some with double maces and single whip.

The eight people were old and young, with different temperaments. Some were leaning on the colonnade holding a sword, some had a moving body, and some found a remote place and untied their belts to urinate, each with a different posture.

But it is obvious that they don't have much respect for the young man, or they are not very convinced. Even if they add up, they may not be able to defeat him. Although everyone has to listen to him in this operation, this is not the case. It doesn't mean they have to submit to him.

Even when many people looked at the young man, their eyes would show contempt, pity, schadenfreude, or regret.

Only the bald-headed man maintained a certain respect for him. After moving his body for a while, the bald-headed man walked towards the motionless young man standing in the courtyard, carrying a heavy iron gun.

He asked, "Shall we go now?"

The young man showed him a crazy and ferocious smile: "Are you a fool?"

"..."

The bald man choked suddenly, feeling that it was a wrong decision to come to talk to him, and he felt a little regretful.

"Have you had breakfast yet?"

The young man looked at him jokingly: "If you don't eat enough, how can you have the strength to fight? Don't you understand such a simple truth? You stupid b, born mentally handicapped, your parents didn't teach you this truth? Just throw your brains in your mother?"

The bald man was a little angry and was about to explode, but then he just snorted softly, turned around and left, and didn't bother with him, he was just a dying person, why bother?
The young man cursed again: "Stupid! Don't you know it's been raining for the past few days? It's a rare good weather, and I still want to disturb my sunbathing."

Then he looked at the other people in the courtyard and said: "A group of idiots, believe it or not, I killed you all, who, yes, is talking about you, the one with the surname who looks like a bitch, no Is there no toilet in the latrine? Why do you pee there? It’s so fucking disgusting. If you do this again, I’ll fuck you up..."

When he swears like this, other people don't take it seriously. They do what they should do. Some people are annoyed by his scolding, and they go back to the house, out of sight and out of mind.

A dying person, why bother with him...

……

At this time of day, Qionghua Peak.

The alliance ceremony began at this time. On the periphery of the Sword Demonstration Square, thousands of inner disciples in green robes and white clothes gathered with their swords on their backs, standing silently.

On the square, hundreds of true disciples in green clothes and white shirts stood on both sides, silently.

In the center of the square, from the center of the main seat to the guest seats on the left and right sides, dozens of chairs are arranged in order, with different seating positions. On the main seat, there is the longevity tablet of the sword master.

The letter: The master of the sword family will live forever.

Small print: Meng's Wanqing, a disciple of the sword family, gathers Qionghua Jianxiu to enshrine.

A magnificent trumpet sounded, and then grand music followed.

Following such an opening, the dignified and elegant Meng Wanqing, wearing a laurel wreath on her head and dressed in Chinese clothes, walked slowly onto the square. Beside her was a long-legged girl in Tsing Yi, who was Bai Zhu.

Behind the two is the master of the six peaks, who follow suit.

Such a scene is also very solemn.

In an attic on the left side of Yanjian Square, Li Dao, who was listening to the magnificent music and watching Meng Wanqing and others walk into Yanjian Square, also changed his attire today.

He replaced his sloppy black robe with a darker gray-white gown. Compared with the black robe worth ten dollars, this long gown is much more expensive, worth...five silver bucks.

This is just the money for the cloth. As for the handwork, it is naturally sewn by Jiang Wan, who is more proficient in female celebrities. Seriously speaking, if you buy it in the market, it is probably worth six and a half pennies. This is the price of conscience.

The reason why he changed into this attire was mainly because today's occasion was more formal. If he was still as sloppy as before, it would seem a bit impolite.

After all, it's a big event of the Seven States League, so you have to show face. Wouldn't it be a loss if you dress too shabby?

Not only that, the once sloppy mustache has also become very neat under Jiang Wan's care.

If it wasn't for the greasy moustache on the chin, and the two mustaches on the upper lip, Li Dao felt that he could cosplay the "four eyebrows" Lu Xiaofeng.

With this attire, he has a whole new look.

"It's ok, the Qionghua faction did a good job with this scene, um, but speaking of it, it's still not tasteful enough, I think, if they had a martial arts performance before this, it should be more perfect."

Li Dao touched his two mustaches with his thumb, nodded slightly, and said so.

Beside him, Li Buming, who was wearing a two-and-a-half-gold dress, crossed his hands and put them in the wide sleeves, and said: "What's the use of doing this? It's flashy, why don't you start right away? What should be fought, what should be talked about Talk, waste of time."

(End of this chapter)