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There were two tables left. One table was occupied by drunkards who didn't eat much of the food but drank several pots of wine. Their faces were red and they were tipsy. The table near the door was occupied by two young men dressed as gentlemen. One of them wore a sword, had a crown on his hair, and had a long and narrow face. The other carried a long knife. No matter he was smiling or sighing, his facial expressions were always very faint and small.

"There will be a problem. Report to the ship owner and ask him to send guards over." The sailor leader also noticed the problem and ordered the sailor who spoke.

The sailor knew that in a fight between heroes, unless they and their companions rushed forward together and relied on their numbers to chop meat with their knives, they would be of no use at all. So he got up in a hurry and walked to the back ship to look for the ship owner.

Meng Qi picked up a piece of pig intestine, wrapped it in the dipping sauce, and paid attention to the movements in the hall. If he saw injustice, he would be willing to help if he could.

He moved closer to the door, using his ears, and was the first to hear the conversation between the two gentlemen.

"Brother Tang, I haven't seen you for three years. You have made great progress and are considered a good master of the younger generation. This is cause for celebration and you deserve a drink!" The young man with the sword raised his glass with a smile.

Brother Tang raised his glass to him with a slightly smug look, and sighed, "Brother Wanxian, I have a piece of advice for you: traveling thousands of miles and experiencing a hundred things is better than practicing hard for ten years in your hometown. Three years ago, I was defeated miserably by Ye San, and I was too ashamed to see anyone, so I had to use the excuse of traveling and honing my skills to leave my hometown."

"After this trip, I realized that the world is vast and there are many experts in the martial arts world. I suffered a lot and was bullied, but I also gained a lot. In three years, I have opened up four orifices and my swordsmanship has greatly improved. Compared with the past, I have been reborn. Now that I am back home, I want to measure the progress of Ye San and others!"

He said it with confidence.

Master Wan laughed and said:
"Ye San and his men are still wandering around the city. They had four orifices back then, but now they have only just opened their noses. Brother Tang, you are back home, and it is time to travel at night in brocade clothes. I really want to see their faces."

Yicheng... Meng Qi took a deep breath. Isn't this the small town where Senior Brother Qi is in charge?

The capital of Huanzhou is Yedu of Zhou County, and the city is a small town near Yedu. One tenth of the fields belong to the Huanhua Sword Sect, so after Qi Zhengyan applied to leave the mountain to guard the sect's non-sect properties, he was sent here to assist an uncle in managing the farm, fields, tenants, and affiliated shops. Since there were many industries that needed to be managed, he and the uncle basically each took care of one thing, and were free and easy, with no one to restrain them. Meng Qi wanted to get a free meal for a year or two, eat the best food, and drink the spicy drinks, until his appearance was fully grown and mature, and his hair grew longer, and then go out to venture into the world.

He looked intently and found that this Brother Tang was about 25 or 26 years old. He immediately started to wonder, "The Ye San he mentioned should be about the same age as him. He has no experience of going out and still stays in the city. At this age, he must be from an aristocratic family..."

The city is not big. Although it is close to Ye City and has a lot of commercial goods coming and going, it is still a prosperous place, but it can accommodate no more than five aristocratic families.

Meng Qi nodded slightly, planning to find an opportunity to strike up a conversation with Brother Tang and Master Wan to develop his personal network. It would be more convenient for him to live in the city in the future, and it would give him more opportunities to make more friends.

Brother Tang poured himself a glass of wine and shook it in his hand: "The shame of the past must be avenged now. After this matter is over, I will travel far away again, and strive to open all nine orifices one day, or step into the half-step outer scene. Brother Wanxian, do you want to join us?"

Master Wan smiled bitterly and shook his head: "You and I are of similar age. I still only rely on the elixir to open my eyes. I have long given up the heart of martial arts. Now I am concentrating on the family business."

“Well, well, if I venture into the world, I might end up being beheaded at any time, lying dead on the roadside, with no one knowing, and being eaten by wild dogs…” Brother Tang seemed to be reminded of some memories, his voice sounded a little low, and his expression was slightly fearful.

Meng Qi was considered an old hand in this world. He observed the man's words and expressions and thought that the reason why the man surnamed Tang returned home was not only to "return home rich and noble, and travel at night in fine clothes", but also to avoid disaster.

As the two were talking, the strange atmosphere in the center of the hall finally erupted.

The vicious man slapped his own wine table down with a slap, stood up, walked towards the woman in the plain skirt, and said with gritted teeth:
"You little bitch, you dare to ruin our plan, you must be tired of living."

He seemed to have finally thrown aside his worries, no longer caring about others, and started to act directly.

At the same time, the coughing sickly man and his beautiful wife also stood up and approached from another direction, blocking the escape route.

The woman in the plain skirt was about 23 or 24 years old, with mountain-like eyebrows, a hanging nose, and a pure and elegant appearance. She was considered a rare beauty. She frowned, her face firm, and drew her long sword, taking a defensive stance and said:

"The Tianmen Mie is notorious. If I don't ruin your business, there will be heroes who will take action!"

Mie Tian Men, the Mie Tian Men among the Nine Evil Paths? Meng Qi raised his eyebrows slightly.

The Nine Evil Paths were suppressed by the righteous families and were not well-known to ordinary people in the martial arts world. Therefore, several sailors nearby looked at each other in confusion: "Destroy Tianmen?"

Meng Qi casually explained, "The Mie Tian Sect is one of the nine evil sects. Their purpose is to destroy the heavens, the earth, and the human world. They were once very powerful and had repeatedly planned earth-shattering conspiracies. But ever since the 'magic master' Han Guang, who had condensed into a Dharma body, disappeared in a battle with the Shaolin abbot Master Kong Wen, they have suffered a great blow and turned to secrecy. The only masters known in the martial arts world are the Eight Heavenly Demons and the Nineteen Human Demons."

At the same time, he was awestruck. He knew very well that the Evil Master Han Guang was in Shaolin Temple, but this man didn't care about the life or death of Mie Tianmen at all. He didn't come out for ten years, making everyone think that the Evil Master Han Guang was dead. How cruel!
Oh! The sailors suddenly realized that the bad guys had such terrible power and such a prominent identity.

The vicious man did not rush to attack, but pressed on step by step. After hearing Meng Qi's words, he paused and sneered at the woman in the plain skirt: "Shan Xiumei, you can't escape today, why don't you surrender and let me have some fun."

This is to use dirty words to provoke the other party, making him restless and irritable, thereby increasing the chances of winning.

"Shan Xiumei? Shan Xiumei with the Chixia Sword?" Meng Qi muttered to himself, grasping the hilt of the sword with his right hand, intending to help.

"Shan Xiumei?" The sailors around said they had never heard of her.

Meng Qi dutifully explained to the passers-by: "She is a famous female swordsman in the mountains and rivers. She comes from the Zhoushan Sword School. She is a master of the Six Apertures and has outstanding swordsmanship. No wonder the three people from the Tianmen Mie Sect were quite hesitant."

He heard this name when he was chatting with Wu Qinxin and Shangguan Han. The comments also said that he had outstanding looks and elegant temperament, which was consistent with the person in front of him.

"Is that so..." After knowing Shan Xiumei's identity, the sailors seemed to feel a little sympathy for her. They all looked towards the ship behind and other ship owners and guards came to help.

After saying that, Meng Qi loosened his hand holding the sword, because he found that after hearing the name Shan Xiumei, the handsome young man also pressed the hilt of the sword, as if he wanted to be a hero and save the beauty.

If you want to save me, then save me... If he could avoid taking action, Meng Qi naturally didn't want to do it, and quickly transformed himself into the role of a bystander.

Shan Xiumei said calmly: "Iron Hand Demon, Happy Demon, if you want to kill him, just kill him, why are you so long-winded?"

"Iron-handed Demon? Happy Demon?" The sailors looked at Meng Qi in confusion again.

Meng Qi shifted his gaze to the sickly boy and the pretty young woman. "The 19 demons from the Tianmie Sect are all masters in the awakening stage. The worst has opened seven orifices. They all have their own strengths. The Iron Hand Demon is one of them, as is the Happy Demon. I wonder who among them is..."

The charming young woman chuckled and said, "Sister Shan, I didn't expect you to recognize my identity. I plan to give you a surprise."

She looked relaxed and leisurely, with her slender hand on her sickly husband's shoulder, and walked slowly forward, accompanied by coughing.

"The worst is seven? Miss Shan only has six. She, isn't she very dangerous?" The sailors made a simple and plain comparison.

Meng Qi nodded gently: "Each of the nineteen demons has its own special features, and they are not comparable to ordinary enlightened masters. With two demons here, even if Miss Shan has outstanding swordsmanship, I'm afraid she won't be able to escape this disaster."

He explained diligently and conscientiously, and judged from their actions that the Iron Hand Demon had seven orifices, and the Happy Demon had eight orifices.

Shan Xiumei heard what Meng Qi said, took a deep breath, and her expression became more determined: "Go ahead, either you die or I die."

"What a fiery girl! I really want to take her in and teach her a good lesson." The Happy Demon made a move, stretched out his right palm, grabbed Shan Xiumei's long sword, and bent his body into an extremely seductive arc.

The Iron-Handed Demon slapped Shan Xiumei in the face with such force and domineering power that she felt as if a hot wind was blowing in her face.

Shan Xiumei stretched out her long sword, and the sword was like a leaping fish, both agile and resolute.

"Miss Shan has mastered the Thirteen Swords of the Fish Leaping Over the Dragon Gate quite well, but the Happy Demon and the Iron Hand Demon are even stronger." Meng Qi said to the sailors.

"Stop!" Suddenly, someone shouted loudly. It was the handsome young man.

He drew the long sword from his waist and said in a deep voice: "The evil heretics must be killed by everyone. Miss Shan, I will help you." The sailors were surprised and said: "Someone has drawn a sword to help us. I wonder how strong he is?"

Meng Qi smiled. Even if the young master couldn't do it, he still had the old servant. So he deliberately provoked him, "From the way this young master attacked, he also has six orifices. I'm afraid he is no match for the Happy Demon."

Normally, if a bystander said this, the person involved would explode... Meng Qi waited and watched with a playful look.

As soon as he finished speaking, the young master's momentum surged, and he was so righteous that people could not look directly at him. With one sword, he forced the Happy Demon back.

"The noble spirit, the Zhoujun Wang family..." Since Meng Qi was planning to enter Huanzhou, he would definitely have to ask Zhang Yuanshan about the affairs of Huanzhou. As one of the fourteen aristocratic families, the Zhoujun Wang family would be the first to be asked.

Their clan's motto is "Haoran Qi".

However, when Meng Qi saw the young man in front of him displaying his great righteousness, he found that the great righteousness was not as pure and majestic as that of Mr. Lin Xiao in the Demon Lord's world!

This surprised Meng Qi. After all, Lin Xiao was just a native of a small world. How could the methods he mastered be more advanced and powerful than those in the real world, the "fairyland"?
While Meng Qi was shocked, he was also reflecting on himself, wondering if he had underestimated these worlds after experiencing multiple dimensions. If he had this kind of mentality when dealing with a death mission, it would be a bad idea!

On the other side, feeling that he had shocked the crowd, the young master of Zhou County Wang's family quickly displayed his sword skills, which were majestic, upright and grand, causing the Happy Demon and her husband to retreat again and again.

Shan Xiumei also displayed her sword skills to the fullest, fighting fiercely with the Iron-Handed Demon.

After the Happy Demon and the Iron Hand Demon knew that the people in front of them were from the Zhou Junwang family, they had already decided to retreat. It was not because they were afraid of the young master, but because they were worried about the old servant next to them who had not yet taken action.

At this moment, the drunkard at another table suddenly jumped up, holding bamboo chopsticks in his hand, rushed to Brother Tang and Master Wan, and stabbed them hard.

His timing was perfect and unexpected, and he didn't reveal his murderous intent until then. Even Meng Qi, who was nearby, couldn't save him in time.

There were two bamboo chopsticks, one was inserted into Mr. Wan's neck, and the other was pointed directly at Mr. Tang's throat.

Young Master Tang seemed to be on guard all the time. Even though he was attracted by the fight between Shan Xiumei and others, he was still paying attention to his surroundings. In an emergency, he bumped backwards, broke through the wooden wall, and flew into the river.

With a splash, blood spurted out from where he fell into the water. It seemed that it was a little too late after all, as his throat was still pierced by the wooden chopsticks.

The drunkard who was assassinating Tang Gongzi did not stop. He followed the big hole created by Master Tang and also jumped into the water, escaping through the river.

Meng Qi was caught off guard and frowned slightly. This killer was an outstanding one, and appeared "professional" in every aspect. He might be a member of the famous killer organization, "Buren Tower" among the Nine Paths of Evil.

Of course, there are also two or three other major forces that have part-time killers, such as the Life and Death Sect among the Nine Evil Paths, and the Iron Clothes Tower among the Six Giants.

On the other side, the happy demon who was thinking of retreating found an opportunity to force the son of Zhou Junwang to retreat. She also broke through the wooden wall with her husband and jumped into the river.

The old servant did not move, as if he would only take action if the young master's life was in danger.
The Iron-Handed Demon had already repelled Shan Xiumei, jumped out of the door, climbed onto the deck, and was about to jump into the river to escape.

When he passed by Meng Qi, he frowned. It was this kid who was so noisy and annoying!

So he took the opportunity to kick Meng Qi.

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Darkness, endless darkness. Tang Jing, who fell into the river, felt that he had suddenly escaped from the water, but he was still falling!

“Is…is this the endless hell?!”

Tang Jing whispered in his heart.

However, he soon stopped falling, and when he opened his eyes, he found himself in front of a pawnshop, but there was endless darkness around the pawnshop and he could not see anything.

"Pawnshop No. 8!? What on earth is this place?"

Tang Jing entered the pawnshop in a daze, only to see a man in a black robe and black hair sitting cross-legged on a black lotus. He could not sense any aura from him, but he was floating in the air in the center of the pawnshop. He was definitely extraordinary.

Moro opened his eyes and looked at the person who walked into the pawnshop, and said:

"Tang Jing, the second son of the Tang family, one of the four great families in Yicheng. Since you have come to my Pawnshop No. 8, it is obvious that you have something in your heart that you cannot get. What do you want?"

Tang Jing stared at the black-haired figure above him and said in a low voice:
"Can I get everything? What do I need to pay?"

Moro Road:
"Yes, my Pawnshop No. 8 can fulfill most wishes. It is almost omnipotent! As for what needs to be paid, money, martial arts, treasures, and even illusory lifespan, emotions, memories, resentment, cowardice, etc. can all be pawned and exchanged!"

Tang Jing's eyes flashed with excitement, and he said:

"Then can I redeem it after I pawn it?!"

Moro smiled and said:

"Since it is a pawned item, of course it can be redeemed! But by then you may have more desires and want to exchange it for something more precious. It is your own choice!"

Tang Jing felt a chill in his heart when he heard this. He immediately understood what Moro meant. If he couldn't control his desires, everything around him that belonged to him would be exchanged away. But would he still be himself then?

Finally, Tang Jing gritted his teeth and said:

"I want to pawn my life!"

Tang Jing is penniless now, and his martial arts were neglected because of his dissolute life in his early years. How can he have any strength? Therefore, he can only pawn his own life, which is more reliable than pawning his emotions and memories!

Upon hearing this, Moro said:

"Okay, but you need to remember that you are about to be assassinated and die, and after falling into the water, there is no way you can live!

But since you can come to my pawnshop, it means that you are destined to be with my pawnshop, but in this case you will have to pay five more years of life!"

Tang Jing's face suddenly turned ugly when he heard this, but after hearing the rest, he nodded without hesitation and said:

"Okay, I will pawn twenty years of my life in exchange for maximizing my strength!"

Moro nodded and said:
"Yes, I will sign the contract with blood. One copy will be kept in the pawn shop, and the other will be integrated into your body. If you have something precious enough in the future, you can come here to redeem it and exchange it for your life!
At the same time, this contract is also the medium between you and Pawnshop No. 8. In the future, you will become a guest of the pawnshop and can pawn things here!

However, the pawn shop's affairs must not be spread in any way, and those who violate this will be killed!"

As soon as he finished speaking, an illusory black lotus suddenly emerged from the black lotus under his seat, floated in front of Tang Jing, and turned into two pieces of white paper.

Tang Jing struggled for a moment, but finally bit his finger and signed his name on the contract.

Suddenly, the two contracts turned into black lotuses again. One merged into the black lotus under Moro's seat, and the other merged into Tang Jing's forehead. It was not visible, but when Tang Jing sank into the spiritual world, he could see a black lotus rising and falling. (End of this chapter)