Traveling through the divine eagle: the first sword of Quanzhen

Chapter 5 Meeting Lu Youjiao by Coincidence

Sure enough, as Li Qingwei expected, this Han interpreter's expression changed no less than that of a professional actor. Just now he was "wagging his tail" at the Mongolian master, but when he turned his head, he changed into a face that wanted to bite someone.

"My lord, I asked you why this piece of meat is missing? Did you sell it to someone? There are only a few Mongol lords within a radius of [-] miles. According to the laws of Great Mongolia, meat cannot be sold to Han people. The missing piece of meat is gone. What happened? Tell me!" He asked the old man sharply as he spoke.

The old man took a few steps back, and then said: "My lord, I accidentally dropped it when I was sauce."

At this time, the Chinese translator looked at Li Qingwei who was eating cakes in the corner.

Then he walked to Li Qingwei's side, pointed at Li Qingwei and asked the old man, "Did you sell the meat to him?"

The old man bowed his body and said with a smile: "My lord, you are joking. This little Taoist leader is a monk, and monks are abstained from five meats and three disgusting things. How can the little old man sell meat to this little Taoist leader?"

The Han translator snatched the biscuits from Li Qingwei's hand, and then opened them to read.

Li Qingwei had just eaten a few mouthfuls of biscuits, and before he had time to eat a few mouthfuls of meat, the meat stuffed in the biscuits was found out immediately.

The Chinese translator's eyes widened, and a sinister smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

At this moment, the old man's forehead was soaked in sweat, and his heart was already in his throat.

Because of the laws of the Mongols in the occupied areas of the North, the Mongolians are the first class, the Semu people are the second class, the Han people are the third class, and the Southerners are the fourth class.

But even if the Han people are third-class people, not all Han people are third-class people. The third-class Han people refer to Han officials and craftsmen who work for the Mongols, including the translator in front of them.

Ordinary Han Chinese are directly classified as fourth-class southerners, and these people are not qualified to eat meat.

However, Li Qingwei stood up unhurriedly when he saw the gangster, and then calmly took out a silver bean from his bosom, and quietly handed it to the Han interpreter.

The Chinese translator squinted, then pouted with satisfaction.Then stuff the silver into his bloated purse.

"Indeed there is no meat!" the Chinese interpreter said as he walked towards his Mongolian master.

Li Qingwei's more than ten years of work experience in Hyundai is not in vain.Those who like to be dogs are generally greedy and lustful. As long as you give him enough bones, he will naturally not bite you.

This was the case with the department manager of Li Qingwei's foreign company before. If he wanted to be promoted or avoid being eliminated from the bottom, there were only two ways, either to work hard and contribute his own value crazily, or to curry favor with the manager.

Every time it comes to performance appraisal, the trunk of the manager's car will have some good cigarettes and alcohol left behind by others, and he will also leave those female employees who have not passed the appraisal to go to the hotel to "work overtime".

Later, when the foreigner president was inspecting, he wagged his tail and handed over his revised performance appraisal form.

At this time, the expression of the Chinese translator was very similar to that of his former department manager.This somewhat disgusted him.

After the Chinese translator said something, the Mongolian warrior who led the team murmured something to his subordinates, and then the subordinates got on their horses one after another.

But when the Han interpreter got on his horse, he turned his head inadvertently and saw Li Qingwei's weapon covered with a bundle on the bench.

But he didn't say much, instead he walked to Li Qingwei's side, then looked at the weapon on the bench beside him, and stretched out his hand.

At this time, the Mongolian warrior shouted to the Han interpreter: "Huerle wait~!"

The Han interpreter said to Li Qingwei: "Master Mongolian just said 'hurry up', little Taoist, do you know that hiding weapons is a death penalty. For the sake of being Han people, I will save your life." Qian's hand stretched a little longer.

Li Qing frowned slightly, then asked while taking out the money: "Xiaodao has something to ask the adults."

Seeing his hand about to take out the money, the Han translator didn't say much, but asked, "What's the matter?"

With his left hand, Li Qingwei took out the money bag given by Yin Zhiping from his bosom, and then continued: "Your Excellency said just now, are there only these five Mongolian adults within a radius of fifty miles?" Mongolian cavalry.

Seeing Li Qingwei's slow movements, the interpreter said impatiently: "Yes! Just these lords and me, as long as you treat your lord well, no one will trouble you within a radius of fifty miles."

"That's good!" Li Qingwei said as he handed the money to the translator.

Just when the interpreter was about to stuff the money bag into his arms with a smile on his face, Li Qingwei drew his long sword out of its sheath, and the interpreter was killed on the spot with a single stroke of the sword.

Before everyone could react, Li Qingwei performed the Golden Goose Kungfu and flew to several Mongolian cavalrymen.

Several Mongolian cavalrymen were unprepared, and Li Qingwei transformed Sanqing with one move, and three sword qi directed at them.Several people died immediately and fell off their horses on the spot.

Li Qingwei sat on the horse with a sword in his hand. He looked at the corpse on the ground and said, "Hehe! Is this the strength of the Mongolian cavalry?"

At this time, the old man who stood watching the battle slowly straightened up, and said to Li Qingwei with his hands behind his back: "These are just the rear security forces of the Mongolian army, and their strength is very average. But even so, the young man can kill six in a row People, I admire them very much. Among the young people of Quanzhen Sect, I really don’t know someone with such strength. I wonder which one of the five disciples of Quanzhen is the young man?"

Li Qing frowned slightly as he looked at the old cake seller who looked like he had changed his face. He looked at the old man carefully.The old man's figure is tall and straight, and his aura is extraordinary at this time, and he can be recognized at a glance as the martial arts of the Quanzhen sect, so he must be a famous person in the martial arts world.

It's just that in Li Qingwei's cognition, the only seniors with such experience in the martial arts world are Ouyang Feng, Hong Qigong, and old urchins.

This is not to discriminate against other people, but he only knows these few people, and he is most familiar with these few people.

The person in front of him had clear and sharp eyes, he definitely wasn't that lunatic Ouyang Feng.

Moreover, his disposition is normal, without childish nature, he is definitely not Zhou Botong.

When he was getting cakes for himself before, Li Qingwei also noticed that he had ten fingers, and Hong Qigong was known as a beggar with nine fingers.Certainly not Hong Qigong.

Besides, he really couldn't think of who the person in front of him was.

Li Qingwei got off his horse, and after standing still, he bowed to the old man in front of him and said, "The Taoist Quanzhen sect is of the Changchun Daoist lineage, and his teacher is Yin Zhiping. The name of the Taoist school is Li Qingwei, how dare you ask senior for his title!"

When the old man heard Li Qingwei's self-reported family name, he also replied: "It turns out that the young hero is from the lineage of Daoist Changchun! I'm disrespectful, old beggar gang Lu Youjiao!"

Hearing that the old man reported his family name, Li Qingwei was a little surprised, but also a little disappointed.

Surprisingly, I didn't expect that when I first entered the rivers and lakes, I would meet Lu Youjiao, a famous dragon who penetrates through the eagle and is a divine eagle.

To my disappointment, I didn't expect to meet Lu Youjiao when I first entered the rivers and lakes. In the eyes of Li Qingwei, a fan of Jin Yong, Lu Youjiao is the weakest leader of the beggar gang.

Not only is his aptitude poor, but his martial arts are low, and he can't even learn the dog-beating stick method.In the end, the leader of the gang actually died in the hands of Huo Dou.Even the dog-beating stick was nearly lost.

In his opinion, Lu Youjiao is not even as good as Shi Huolong of the later generations. Although Shi Huolong is also weak, at least with his broken body, he can perform more than a dozen moves under the hands of the first-class master Cheng Kun.

And Lu Youjiao in front of him really made Li Qingwei somewhat despise him.

Although he despises Li Qingwei, he still has some respect for Li Qingwei. After all, although Elder Lu is not very capable, he is worthy of integrity. He is based on chivalry until his death, and he is the right-hand man of Guo Jing and his wife.

Like Ke Zhen'e, he is worthy of the word "hero".

(End of this chapter)