After the failure of ascension, he traveled to the ancient farmhouse to be a group pet

Who is this man? !Knowing that they represent Tianji Pavilion? !

Jiang Wenyuan and Jiang Dakang looked at each other, creating the posture that their group was acting under the leadership of Jiang Dakang, but Jiang Dakang was the leader of their group at a young age.

Jiang Dakang's expression was flat, his eyes were calm and calm, and he nodded gently towards Jiang Wenyuan, which was able to hold the scene, which could not be ignored but was not obvious.

At least the person who was talking next to him could see clearly, and sure enough, he kept his eyes on Jiang Dakang for a few seconds.

"Your Excellency?" Jiang Wenyuan maintained a neither humble nor overbearing attitude, but he was not rude, with the quack air that a quack should have.

"An unknown pawn is not enough to be known to outsiders."

The man was also dressed in black, with a small mustache at the corner of his mouth, but with black hair all over his head, his handsome appearance did not look old.

Jiang Chacha deeply felt that this man's mustache was pasted on, and it didn't match his demeanor very much.

The fight between the Duan Qingquan disciple in the hall and the man wielding the Guanzhong Heroic Knife has reached a fever pitch. The fierce and unpredictable Guanzhong Heroy Knife, which has not been seen for a long time, is obviously from Duan Qingshan. Disciples can't stop it.

The Duan Qingquan disciple was at a disadvantage, but he didn't give up. He gritted his teeth and resisted the man's increasingly urgent sword, but gradually lost. The unique cyan costume was also rotten to pieces, and blood flowed out.

The man wielding the broadsword seemed to be excited to the point of excitement, and he didn't stop at all with every move.

In the end, the battle between the two sides ended with the disciple of Duan Qingshan losing to Guan Shan's fierce knife and being kicked to the ground and unable to get up again.

"Guan Songtao! You don't talk about martial arts! You actually took a weapon to fight my unarmed disciple! You won't win with martial arts!"

Suddenly, an old man walked in from outside the restaurant. His temples were gray and his beard was white, but his figure did not look old. He should be in his 60s and 70s. As soon as he entered the door, he yelled at the man who was slapping his sword .

"Oh! Why are you making excuses! You Duan Qingshan is the main stream of Duan Qingquan, and my Guan Zhong Dao is the main stream of Guan Zhong Dao. Isn't the fierce battle between the two sides fighting each other with special skills?

Why, every time you disciples of Qingshan fight against others, you still ask their opponents not to use weapons!What a joke! "

Guan Songtao was ridiculed, looked at the old man, looked him up and down, and what he said made the old man blow his beard with anger:

"Oh! Chen Lei, I haven't seen you for decades. You really only have looks but no brains. Back then, you were able to fight me two tricks. Seeing you like this now, tsk tsk, I dare not bully the old man!"

Someone in the hall roared with laughter, and then fell silent under the sharp eyes of the disciples who followed behind Chen Lei, who were dressed in green and green clothes.

Chen Lei seemed to be having a hard time stepping down, but he couldn't show it under the gaze of Duan Qingshan's disciples behind him. After turning around the audience a few times, when he looked at the man with the mustache standing beside Jiang Chacha and the others, his eyes widened. His eyes narrowed slightly, and when he wanted to speak but saw that he shook his head obviously and his face was cold, he looked away.

Guan Songtao has been paying attention to Chen Lei's movements. He saw the movements of the man with the mustache and Chen Lei's performance. After careful observation, he found the black token hanging around the waist of the mustache. He took a closer look and found the words engraved on it. Is a big "God" son.

A black black stone token engraved with the word "God"!
Hall of Gods!God hidden hall!
People from the imperial court came to Guangnan Fucheng so early!
It seems that the rumors are indeed true, Duanqingshan, the imperial court and the emperor have an intersection, the prince with a different surname, the prince of the Zhong family is really afraid of the emperor?
Sure enough, the master of high merit will be feared by the superiors. Are the emperor and the court trying to support someone who can compete with the Zhong family and the Green Bamboo Villa?
Guan Songtao frowned in thought, then snorted coldly at Chen Lei after a while, and left the restaurant.

Several disciples of Duan Qingshan behind Chen Lei wanted to follow Guan Songtao but were stopped by Chen Lei. They stepped forward and carried the man who was still lying on the ground out of the restaurant.

The waiter and shopkeeper in the restaurant seemed to be very skilled, and began to move forward to remove the tables, chairs, benches, bowls and chopsticks that had been scattered due to the fight.

Jiang Chacha and his party had no intention of staying any longer, so they walked slowly in Fucheng except for the restaurant.

After walking a few steps, they realized that the man with the mustache seemed to be following them.

Jiang Dakang and Jiang Wenyuan glanced at each other, then looked back secretly, and then led a few people forward.

After a few turns, the little mustache seemed to have become interested after almost throwing Jiang Chacha and his party a few times, and then unconsciously led by Pei Wunian into an alleyway with no way forward.

When the little mustache finally came to his senses, the black black stone badge hanging around his waist left his waist under his gaze, and flew straight to Jiang Dakang who was standing behind him with his arms outstretched.

Jiang Wenyuan spoke at this moment:
"Shenzi signboard, are you from the imperial court? Shenchuitang? Shenyintang? Small mustache, with a little red on the handle. Your Excellency is Mo Wenzun, the eldest disciple of Shenchoutang Mo Shouzun?"

The words spoken were interrogative sentences, but with a firm tone.

The head of the Shenchuitang is Mo Qingsang, and there are four disciples who have been taught since childhood, two men and two women, and each of the two men has two swords. Mo Wen's hilt is a little red, and Mo Guan's hilt is dotted with Blue; each of the two women holds two soft golden whips, Mo Yan's golden soft whips are mixed with red silk threads, and Mo Yu's golden silk soft whips are mixed with black silk threads.

"Why are you following us!" Jiang Sishan couldn't hold back, and asked directly!
"Sure enough, there are still two brushes in Tianji Pavilion. It's a pity that you disciples who have shown up don't seem to have high abilities!"

Mo Wen had a smile on his face and mocking eyes.

Jiang Sishan, Jiang Wuhang and Jiang Shiyuan were obviously enraged. They each touched their weapons and were about to step forward to compete with Mo Wen, but they were stopped by Jiang Ershi who was standing beside them.

"Keng!" Jiang Ershi took out his Qingshuang Sword from his back, held the hilt, and drew out the blade.

Jiang Dakang and Jiang Wenyuan didn't stop them, they kept Jiang Chacha and Pei Wunian behind them and stepped back a few steps to give the two people with swords in their respective hands.

"The disciples of Tianji Pavilion came to ask for advice, and I also ask Venerable Mo to give me advice."

Jiang Ershi bowed his hands to salute, his posture was very upright, and his etiquette was in place. After all, the younger brothers of Jiang's family will enter the Shencatch Hall and Shenyin Hall in the future, so stay on the line at this time, so we can meet again in the future!

Mo Wen didn't show it on the face, but nodded secretly in his heart, people with good manners can get through anywhere.

This kid looked at a body full of tendons. Usually, the weapons that people with this physique should use would be large and bulky, but unexpectedly he used his muscular body to wield swords.

Then let me meet this kid!