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Chapter 8 I don't want to kill you, so don't shoot
Tao Laodao is quite generous.

This small turtle-shell-shaped shield is a high-grade defensive magic weapon.

In addition, Tao Laodao gave him a mid-grade flying sword when he was promoted to the second level of Qi training.

With these two instruments in hand, and that large handful of talismans, Du Youqian is more confident in saving his life even if he encounters a monk in the middle stage of Qi training.

Du Youqian was worried about his wife, so he didn't stay any longer. He sacrificed the tortoise shield that day, bid farewell to Tao Laodao, and went down the mountain.

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At the foot of Dangpo Mountain, there is a small town "Shuangxi City".

Two small rivers run through the city from west to east.

The entire city is built on these two rivers.

In this small city, the most commonly used means of transportation is not horses and horses, but ships.

And the tributaries of these two small rivers are as thin and dense as human blood vessels, plus the canals built by people for thousands of years, weaving a seemingly intricate but unimpeded network of waterways in the city.

Hundreds of small boats flow continuously on this network of waterways.

That night.

The "Baihua Building" in the south of the city is brightly lit.

From a distance, you can hear the sound of warblers, swallows, fists and yells from the building. Against the background of the profuse sound of silk and bamboo, the boatmen passing by in boats are itchy.

"This Baihualou is the best brothel in our area. The girls in the building are so beautiful. They are also proficient in playing, playing and singing. Often, some young men from nearby counties will come here to have fun." A boatman proudly introduced to the guests.

The guest didn't respond.

The boatman looked back and froze immediately.

Where are the guests?What about a guest like me?

Why did it disappear without making a sound?

Could it be... Thinking of the ghosts and legends on this river, the boatman shuddered, and a chill rushed from his tail to his fontanelle.

In Baihualou.

A table of Jianghu people are talking about it.

"You say, knowing that it's a trap, will the jade-faced Rakshasa really go there?" The one who spoke was a chubby Toutuo with a swollen face and a vicious look. He was holding a scantily clad woman in his arms and was doing his hands up and down.

The middle-aged man with a scar on his left cheek twirled a porcelain wine cup playfully, "Go, I will definitely go. It is said that Yumian Luocha is the adoptive mother of that martial arts scum Liao Leizhong. Mother and child love each other deeply, so how could she not care about it?"

"Green Bamboo Fort... Hehe, what a Green Bamboo Fort..." The scholar, who was sleeping soundly, seemed to feel uncomfortable in his posture, so he changed his face and said inarticulately.

The scholar's companion was plain-looking, wearing a very ordinary tuniced short-sleeved shirt.He held a jug and kept drinking by himself. At this time, he said, "The Green Bamboo Fort offers a reward. The person who kills the jade-faced Raksha can get three magical weapons. The secret of the Green Bamboo Fort can choose five sects at will, 10 small redemption pills, ten thousand taels of gold, and marry the daughter of the castle owner. Even if it is to kill a congenital master, it is nothing more than this price! Even though the jade-faced Raksha is the daughter of the Four Absolute Swordsman Long Qifeng, it is not enough for this kind of reward, right?"

"What do you know!" The middle-aged man with the scar snorted, and pushed the woman who was snuggling up to him away, with an agitated expression, "The jade-faced Rakshasa disappeared for 18 years. Do you know who she followed before she disappeared?"

"Who?"

"Me." A voice said coldly.

"Don't make trouble," Toutuo waved his hand impatiently, and asked the middle-aged man curiously, "Who the hell?"

But seeing the middle-aged man with the scar look behind him, he was sweating suddenly, his hands and feet were shaking, he couldn't even hold the wine glass firmly, the porcelain cup fell, "Pang".

At this moment, a hand stretched out from nowhere, grabbed the wine glass that had just been smashed to pieces.

Then throw the wine glass away.

Like a magic trick, the wine glass that was obviously broken into pieces was restored to its integrity, drew a parabola, turned over in the air, landed on the tip of a crystal-like jade finger, and spun around.

"Grandmaster Xiantian!" Toutuo broke out in a cold sweat instantly.

This is clearly the innate master, who used his own innate qi to separate from the body, restrain the broken wine glass, and keep it intact.

This move seems simple. If a child sees it, they may laugh and clap their hands and applaud it, thinking it is street magic.

But it is the realm that countless warriors dream of!

The scholar didn't sleep anymore, he pressed his hand nervously to his waist, where a soft sword was wrapped.

The scholar's companion was trembling, but a short dagger was ready to stick out like a poisonous snake in his sleeve.

"I don't want to kill you for the time being, so please hold back and don't shoot." The visitor said in a flat tone.

The scholar tremblingly raised his head and glanced, the person who appeared suddenly, although his temples were slightly frosted, his appearance was still as handsome as a boy.

His gaze moved up, and just as he looked at the visitor, he lowered his head like an electric shock, not daring to look again.

It's hard to describe what he felt.

It is clear that the eyes of the comer are neither sharp nor murderous, but a little vicissitudes, a bit indifferent.

But he just felt that if he watched it for a while longer, he would die...

And when he looked away, according to his sensory perception, that place... was empty.

He clearly knew that there was a person standing there, but he couldn't feel it at all. This sense of contradiction made him so uncomfortable that he wanted to vomit blood to relieve the pressure.

Sure enough, he is the innate master!
Confirmed again.

The scholar swallowed his saliva, "Dare to ask, could it be that your honor is Senior Fang Yingfang who was known as 'Xiaoyao Drunkard' back then?"

Du Youqian was expressionless and didn't answer him, "I haven't been in the world for 20 years, so I don't know many things. Can someone tell me what happened to Qingzhubao, and what did they do to my adopted son Liao Leizhong?"

As he spoke, he gave Toutuo a casual push.

A powerful force that Toutuo could not resist, with a whirling force, spun him into the air, and landed beside the middle-aged man with the scar.

The chubby Toutuo has agility that is not commensurate with his size. After turning around twice, he stood firmly.

After being teased like this, his face turned pale, but he didn't dare to get angry with Du Youqian.

Du Youqian sat down on the chair in front of Toutuo, knocked on the Eight Immortals table, "Speak."

His tone was calm.

The guests at the next tables and the waitresses who shuttled around didn't seem to notice the tense atmosphere at this table.

Guessing fist guessing, teasing teasing teasing.

The Jianghu people at this table seem to be artificially separated from Baihualou.

are not in the same space.

The scarred middle-aged man began to tell the story tremblingly, not daring to hide or confront at all.

The innate master is already a legend in the world.

How "fortunate" is this table of Jianghu people to meet a living guru!
Of course, whether this luck is what they want and can bear, you can tell from their crying faces.

(End of this chapter)