Meet the owner of Peach Blossom Island at the beginning of the game

Chapter 133 Dongpu!Persia!

Bang bang bang... As the doors of each room were opened, Fang Yanming's heart sank to the bottom.

"When did they leave?"

He lowered his head, and no one could see his expression clearly.Although the tone is flat, it always gives people a very depressing feeling, as if in the next moment, there will be a violent storm.

"Ha ha…"

Bai Fan let out a miserable laugh, rubbed Fang Yanming's head, and said softly, "It's been an hour..."

"Tomorrow..."

Rubbing his head again, Bai Fan's voice became softer.

"It doesn't matter if you thank me in the future! You don't matter if you blame me... It's too late... What should be over, it's over already..."

"I'm going to find Qigong!"

Fang Yanming didn't seem to hear it, and the donkey's lips didn't match the horse's mouth, and he said that he wanted to leave.

However, he just took two steps, and stopped immediately when he heard Bai Fan's words.

"It's useless...the boss... is gone!" Bai Fan scratched his head vigorously, as if trying to pull out his hair, Bai Fan's expression was very painful.

"You already knew that, didn't you?"

Fang Yanming asked calmly, and his blood-red eyes shot back and forth at the three of them.

"Xiao Fang…"

Duan Siqi looked hesitant to speak.

"answer me!"

"Let me tell you..."

Raising his hand to signal Duan Siqi to retreat, Li Yi stepped forward and explained softly: "Actually, we only knew about it not long ago. After all...if we knew in advance..."

"Let me talk about it next!"

Bai Fan interrupted with his mouth open, rubbed the center of his brows, and continued very wearily: "Actually, when we entered the boundary of Hengshan Mountain, I secretly arranged a group of disciples to go outside without telling the leader of the gang. Later, the leader of the gang found out about this. Sent them away, but in the end kept them..."

"Grandpa..."

After muttering something, Fang Yanming's eyes seemed to sparkle.Immediately, he turned his head away and stopped looking at him.

Because Fang Yanming didn't know how to face the lonely old man in front of him.

Bai Fan dedicated his whole life to the Beggar Gang, was born and grew up here.For him, the Beggar Gang is not only a martial arts gang, but also a family.The disciples of the beggar gang are not only bloodless descendants, but also his sons and daughters.

But for the sake of the dialect, Bai Fan violated the interests of the Beggar Gang for the first time, and it can even be said to be a betrayal!The love and meaning in this can be described by the light word "final"...

He lowered his head and was silent for a long time.

"Isn't it? I just need to stay here until dawn..." Fang Yanming lowered his head and asked, his voice trembling.

"Ok!"

Nodding heavily, Bai Fan smiled, so happy, like a child.

"I'm going for a rest…"

After saying something silently, Fang Yanming left alone.As if carrying a huge boulder, he stumbled and his back was heavy.

"Old Bai..."

The two brothers first stared at Fang Yanming's back, and after he disappeared, their eyes fell on Bai Fan again, with expressions of unbearable expression on their faces.

"He'll understand...he's stronger than we thought!"

As he talked, Bai Fan's voice became lower and lower, and in the end he never saw him again. He didn't know who he was listening to.

There was no lamp in the room, it was pitch black.Under the hazy moonlight, a black figure could be vaguely seen huddled by the window, twitching, as if shrouded in indelible deep sadness.

"Little uncle, Qigong..."

Where did Bei Beggar and Dong Xie go? This is a question related to the fate of countless people in Hengshan.This question will have to be answered one day ago...

"Uh... eh..."

Lying on the branch, Hong Qigong, who was pouring wine into his mouth, found that there was no wine in the gourd at some point, so he put down the gourd in disappointment.

"Hello! Li Xiaozi Duan Xiaozi, what time is it?"

"Qi Gong, it's been a while since I've been ugly..."

"Ugly hour and a half?"

With a mutter, Hong Qigong jumped down from the tree, looked at the two bored teenagers, and teased: "Talk about it, let you rest in the sunflower building and have a good rest, I won't listen! This is good, come for nothing!" Come on, I didn't see any excitement..."

"Seven Lords..."

Hearing this, the two were quite speechless, and looked at Hong Qigong with resentful eyes.

"Ha ha…"

Smiling, Hong Qigong carried a boy in one hand, lifted his body lightly, and rushed back.

Soon, the three of them returned to Sunflower House.Leaving the two of them at the door, Hong Qigong turned around and wanted to leave.

"Eh? Qigong, what are you doing?"

Seeing this, Duan Siqi hurriedly spoke out to stop him.

Raising his eyebrows, Hong Qigong lifted the big yellow gourd on his waist and shook it.With a leap, his figure disappeared into the darkness...

Looking at the building sign of Tanzhou Mansion, Hong Qigong seemed to have thought of something, and he straightened his mouth, with an expression of endless aftertaste on his face.

Amidst the complaints from the waiter at night, he drank the wine and walked out of the restaurant. He couldn't wait to take a swig.

"Ah... well, well!"

Taking a sip of the fine wine, the gluttons in his stomach were relieved, and he exclaimed: "There are black flowers in the white wine. When poured into the vessel, the flowers will not disperse. It is two colors. It is sweet and refreshing, and the aroma is tangy. It is really beautiful to the extreme! It's still the same smell... I didn't tell our old beggar Hua to come for nothing!"

Holding the food from the restaurant and not minding the deserted atmosphere in Zhongyuan, Hong Qigong walked on the street, sipping wine and meat, he was really happy.

As if he had discovered something, he stopped the movement of stuffing the meat into his mouth, and he stared straight at a certain place, his eyes were like lightning, like a falcon, extremely sharp.

"come out!"

A soft drink pierced the silence of the night sky, and coupled with his serious face, he had an air of calm and prestige.

Before he finished speaking, a tall and thin figure leaped out like a black cat, and before he could ask a question, he fell down at his feet.

"Zi Lang?!"

Hong Qigong yelled, with a hint of shock and anger in his tone.

Taking a closer look, Qi Lang was covered in blood and his face was pale, like a frightened deer, with a panicked expression on his face.

"Master...Master..."

Sobbing, he hugged Hong Qigong's thigh and began to cry.

"Banglord... Hurry up and save the brothers!"

"what?"

Helping Qi Lang up, Hong Qigong asked coldly: "What happened? You came from the beginning!"

"Clan leader, at Xu o'clock yesterday, a group of people came from nowhere and surrounded the brothers in our gang. I had a stomachache at the time and was not caught. I was about to report to you, but they found out. After chasing me all the way to Tanzhou Fucheng, I just retreated..."

"Guangzhu, you go and save the brothers! Wuwu..."

Qi Lang burst into tears, knelt down on the ground, hugged Hong Qigong's thigh and did not let go.

"How courageous! How dare you hijack the disciples in my gang, bullying the old beggar Hua Zhangfeng is not good!"

boom!With a palm shot, a palm print instantly appeared on the solid ground beside his feet.The rammed earth was blown up and shattered, Hong Qigong was extremely angry.

"go!"

Before he finished speaking, Qi Lang immediately let go of his arms, hurriedly wiped away the tears on his face, and followed behind his clan leader, taking murderous steps.

As soon as the servant came out of the city gate, he only heard the sound of "whoosh" breaking through the air.

Hong Qigong's gaze was slightly concentrated, and he was not slow or fast, and he grabbed the void with his palm. With a "snap", a spear with a letter stuck in it appeared before his eyes.

"Master? This is..."

"Ah…"

With a sneer, he threw the letter to Qi Lang.

"Master, this..."

"Heh... the evil heart is not dead! I want to see who dares to hit my old beggar on the head!"

At the end of the talk, Hong Qigong's body was already filled with a severe chill...

The night was dark and silent.On Mount Heng, no one has set foot here since Qiu Qianren wiped out Mount Heng with iron palms.

The halls are full of canine teeth, as if they are telling the glory of the past.But the overgrown weeds and ruined walls clearly told us that it was yesterday.

"come out…"

Standing in the center, Hong Qigong let out a loud roar, and the tyrannical inner energy was activated, and invisible ripples scattered out, overwhelming them like mountains and seas.Even Qi Lang, who was by his side, was affected, and his blood surged.

Such an attack without distinguishing between the enemy and the enemy indicated that Hong Qigong was extremely angry.

"Master Hong, good martial arts!"

Before the words were finished, a middle-aged man with a short stature, a big face and small eyes was seen walking out of the wreckage.

After looking at him for a while, Hong Qigong seemed to have noticed something, narrowed his eyes slightly, and asked tentatively: "People from Dongying?"

"Oh?"

Before he finished speaking, the middle-aged man let out a light sigh, and asked puzzledly: "Master Hong, I have lived in the Song Dynasty for more than ten years, and I ask myself the same behavior as the people of the Song Dynasty. Please clarify!"

After speaking, he directly put his hands together, put his arms on his waist, and bowed deeply, his attitude was so sincere.

With a sneer, Hong Qigong sarcastically said: "Short stature, evil face, unsightly..."

As soon as these words came out, a murderous intent flashed in the eyes of the middle-aged man.Straightening up, he returned coldly: "Master Hong, I heard that you Song people have a saying: "Your body and skin are your parents! If you ridicule like this, I'm afraid it's out of style!"

"Heh... old beggars are not those pedantic scholars! You hijacked me to help my disciples, and you still want me to tell you something nice!"

With a cold snort, Hong Qigong's beard and hair were thick, and he was wearing a long coat without any wind. He seemed to have summoned his internal strength, and the violent breath was overwhelming, and he hit the middle-aged man.

"Well…"

With turbulent qi and blood and scattered internal qi, the middle-aged man felt like a flat boat in the raging sea, surrounded by turbulent waves, might be overturned at any time, and submerged in the boundless seabed.

"Wait a minute!"

Struggling and roaring, the middle-aged man was already pale and dripping with sweat.

Before he finished speaking, the pressure receded like a tide, and he immediately fell to the ground, panting with a heavy nasal sound, he had already suffered serious internal injuries.

"Governor Hong is good at martial arts!"

With a word of admiration, he looked at Hong Qigong suddenly with yearning and enthusiasm.

"Hoo hoo... Invite all the heroes of the Beggar Gang out..."

As soon as these words came out, more than a dozen beggars, big and small, came out from everywhere and came to Hong Qigong's side.

"Master..."

Everyone bowed their heads in silence, with shame on their faces.

Seeing that his disciples were fine except for a little listlessness, Hong Qigong heaved a sigh of relief, gave them a gentle smile, and calmed his mind.

"Sit down and have a good rest! Let's leave tomorrow at dawn..."

As soon as this remark came out, everyone in the Beggar Clan was puzzled and was about to ask, when the Dongying man spoke up.

"Master Hong sees Wanli, Takeda Ichiro admires, admires..."

"laugh…"

With a mocking smile, Hong Qigong took a deep look at Takeda Ichiro and said meaningfully: "Your trick won't work against Huang Laoxie..."

With a faint smile, Takeda Ichiro returned: "Master Hong, your martial arts skills are superb, and under the means of thunder, the 500-member Takeda formation will naturally not be able to stay. It is only because of your chivalrous heart that you took advantage of a loophole."

"In this way, Huang Laoxie was also stopped?"

Takeda Ichiro smiled undeniably...

On the fifteenth day of the seventh lunar month, Yin time was about to pass, and the sky was getting dark. A man and a horse were galloping through the forest.

I only rest for two or three hours a day, and without stopping, I am only more than a hundred miles away from Tanzhou Mansion, which is already close at hand.At this point, Huang Yaoshi can finally breathe a sigh of relief.

In fact, if he hadn't worried about the possibility of a big battle in the future, if he had only relied on his lightness to drive, his speed would have been faster.

After fastening the horses, drinking some water and some dry food in a hurry, Huang Yaoshi began to meditate and adjust his breath.

Dare to bully his apprentice and nephew, that is really impatient.During these six days, Huang Yaoshi's killing intent became more and more serious, and he reached the highest peak right here.And the adjustment of the state is to...

kill!
"Ok!"

With a cold snort, Huang Yaoshi suddenly opened his eyes wide, and in an instant, two cold lights shot out.

Whoosh, there was a sound of piercing through the air, and several cold rays of light swirled out from the forest.The next moment, after the horse tied to the tree let out a few rhythmic whines, he fell into a pool of blood.

"court death!"

Roaring all over, Huang Yaoshi's eyes widened, with killing intent.

The hands drew a circle in the void, the middle finger and the thumb were clasped, and the two pure and abnormal internal forces were already grasped between the fingers.

Whoosh!There was a soft sound of snapping fingers, and two snapping fingers shot out like sharp arrows.But different from Fang Yanming's flick of the fingers, these two attacks were silent and without a trace, except for the very first moment, there was no trace to be found.Exquisite and exquisite, with hidden murderous intentions.

However, ordinary people dare to stop Dongxie.

These two attacks that would cause serious injury to a first-class master did not have the slightest effect, and just disappeared into the forest without a sound.

popping...

There was applause, and the next moment, three middle-aged men with high noses, deep eyes, and brown beards walked out.

"Island Master Huang is really a good method!"

The leader gave a sigh of admiration.His tone of voice was quite weird, although the words were straight and round, but when people listened to them, they always felt very weird and very uncomfortable.

"Persian Ming Cult!"

Gently uttering the four characters, Huang Yaoshi's eyes were burning, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Before the words were finished, black cards were taken out from behind the three of them, and the left and right hands each held one of them, a total of six cards.Under the rising sun, there is a faint fiery red beating in the black card, which is miraculous and extraordinary.

"Persian Mingjiao Liuyun envoy (Miaofeng envoy) (Huiyue envoy), met Dongxie Huang Island Master!"

"Haha... so good! So good!"

Huang Yaoshi looked up to the sky and laughed wildly, as if inspired by the killing intent on his body, the trees danced wildly...

(End of this chapter)