The heavens started from the Sun Moon God Religion

Chapter 37

During the white dew season, the summer heat gradually disappears, and the world is refreshed.

This freshness seems to have calmed down the southwest martial arts that had been restless since the beginning of the year, and the Sun Moon God Sect's suppression of various forces in the southwest rivers and lakes has also come to an end.

During this period, the power of the Shenquanmen, Lianyunzhai and other sects that had joined the Sun Moon God Sect rose sharply. They not only took advantage of the spring breeze of annihilating the major forces to search for money and martial arts cheats, but also took the opportunity to expand many territories.

Taking Shenquan Sect as an example, before joining the Sun Moon God Sect, Shenquan Sect was only a third-rate sect in Shu, not to mention compared with Qingcheng Sect and Feiyingbao, even the Bashan Sword Sect and Zhuge Family were also inferior. Stabilize the fist of God.

Although Du Chuan, the head of the Shenquan Sect, can be regarded as a second-rate master who has been famous for a long time in Shu, but apart from Du Chuan, there is no one in the sect who can stand up to it.

But now, the Shenquan Sect recruits disciples on a large scale, and even takes the opportunity of annihilating all major forces to recruit masters who are willing to submit to each other.

Gold and silver opened the way, martial arts cheats built a bridge, and with the Sun Moon God Religion Xuanwu Hall as the backing, the power of Shenquan Sect expanded rapidly. Not only the number of people in the sect and the number of masters, but also the territory under its jurisdiction has expanded a lot, and it has even begun to expand. Extending to the outside of Shu.

South Wind Inn!

boom!
Du Fei slapped the table with a slap, and looked at the fat shopkeeper opposite with gloomy eyes: "Treasurer Huang! Master Huang is really a big face, to make me wait for him for an hour!"

"Within half an hour, if Huang Dagang doesn't roll over, I will lead people to destroy Zhuling Village!"

The shopkeeper Huang San was startled, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, although he was secretly cursing, but he still had a smile on his face and said flatteringly: "Young master, calm down!"

"The little one has already sent someone to urge him, and the big brother will be here soon!"

Just as he was talking, the sound of horseshoes came from outside.

Huang San's face suddenly showed joy, and he raised his head and looked out, and saw a small, thin old man in his [-]s, hurriedly dismounting his horse and walking towards the inn, surrounded by a dozen men in gray clothes. It was Huang Dagang, the head of the Zhuling Village. !
"Brother is here!"

Ding Ding Deng

"The third one!"

Huang Dagang rushed in with a knife in hand, just in time to meet the playful gaze of Du Fei, the young master of Shenquan Sect.

"Du Fei!"

"Isn't your Shenquan Sect's hand stretched too far?"

Behind Huang Dagang, a group of bandits rushed in, pointing their swords at Du Fei and others from Shenquanmen.

Du Fei smiled coldly: "Huang Dagang, now the entire Guangyuan Mansion is our Shenquan Sect's territory. Since your Zhuling Village is seeking business on this official road, you have to abide by the rules of the Shenquan Sect!"

"Right now, my son is only saying one rule, if you pay 1000 taels of silver every month, your black shop and house robbery business can continue.

Otherwise, there would be no need for Zhuling Village to exist! "

1000 taels of silver!

Huang Dagang was taken aback, the monthly income of their entire cottage was only a little over 1000 taels, so how could they give 1000 taels of silver to Shenquanmen.

As the head of a bandit village, Huang Dagang has been in the rivers and lakes for decades, so naturally he will not be intimidated by Du Fei's name of "Shenquanmen" for nothing.

However, during this period of time, the power of the Shenquan Sect has expanded rapidly, and at the same time it has also recruited many masters. Huang Dagang is not willing to offend such a power too much.

After thinking for a while, he said: "Today, the young master condescends to come here, and it can be regarded as giving Huang some face. Here is a 500 tael silver ticket. It can be regarded as Huang and the young master making friends!"

"As for handing in 1000 taels of silver every month, please go back and tell Head Master Du that this is absolutely impossible!"

With that said, Huang Dagang took out a few bank notes that he had prepared from his pocket and put them on the table in front of Du Fei.

Du Fei glanced sideways at the bank note, then suddenly turned around and said, "Uncle Shen! It seems that today we can't reach an agreement!"

Huang Dagang turned his gaze, and suddenly looked at an old man wearing a bamboo hat who had been standing behind Du Fei.

Just now.

Choke!

With a crisp sword cry, the old man wearing a bamboo hat suddenly raised his head, revealing a face full of scars, and the bamboo sword stuck at his waist came out of its sheath.

"not good!"

At the same time as he gave a low shout, Huang Dagang pulled back abruptly, waving the long knife in front of him again and again.

ding ding ding...

There were sounds of gold and iron crossing, and after the bamboo sword was blocked by Huang Dagang, the old man didn't stop, and rushed into the bandits in Zhuling village like a gust of wind.

The sword light flashed repeatedly, and it was as cold as electricity!
"what……"

There was a series of screams, and within a few breaths, seven or eight bandits fell down clutching their throats, blood flowing from their fingers.

"Wind Swordsman Shen Zhu!"

Huang Dagang's eyes were about to split open, and he couldn't help but exclaimed.

call out!
"Big... big brother!"

In the next moment, the long sword with a bamboo handle rested on Huang San's neck, the shopkeeper of the Nanfeng Inn. The sword was clear and gleamed coldly. Although it killed several people, it was not stained with a single drop of blood.

"I didn't expect that all the senior brothers who are the heads of the Fufeng Sect have surrendered to the Shenquan Sect!"

The Fufeng faction was originally a big faction in Shu. Although it has declined in recent years, its power is comparable to that of the Shenquan sect. However, in the battle of Feiying Castle, the head of the Fufeng faction was killed by Fan Chong. Several elite disciples also died in Flying Eagle Castle.

But what Huang Dagang didn't expect was that the entire Fufeng Sect was destroyed by the Sun Moon God Sect and Shenquan Sect, but Shen Zhu, the senior brother of the Fufeng Sect, joined the Shenquan Sect!
You must know that in terms of martial arts, Shen Zhu is not weaker than Du Chuan, the head of the Shenquan Sect!
"Shen Bamboo!"

"Let go of my third brother!"

Although Huang Dagang thought he was not Shen Zhu's opponent, but his own brother's life was taken under the sword, so naturally he didn't care so much.

laugh……

Shen Zhu smiled ferociously, and with a pass of the long sword in his hand, a wound was cut on Huang San's neck immediately, and blood flowed down the long sword 'tick tick tick'.

"what……"

Huang San yelled in fright, his whole body was trembling and he could hardly stand up.

"it is good!"

"1000 taels for you guys!"

Huang Dagang yelled suddenly, and looked at Du Fei with a pleading look on his face: "Young Master! Zhuling Village is willing to hand over 1000 taels of silver every month!"

Unexpectedly, Du Fei smiled and shook his head: "1000 taels is the price before Uncle Shen made a move!"

"Now it costs 200 taels a month!"

Hearing this, Huang Dagang raised his head suddenly, his eyes filled with grief and indignation: "You..."

God knows, it's not certain whether their Zhuling village can earn 200 taels a month!
"Uncle Shen, it seems that Boss Huang still disagrees!" Du Fei said with a smile.

"hey-hey……"

Shen Zhu raised his face and smiled, the smile tore the criss-crossing scars on his face, making him look extremely ferocious.

puff!

Turning the bamboo sword, Huang San's trembling body suddenly stiffened, and the next moment, his fat body slid down.

"The third one!"

Huang Dagang's eyes were suddenly bloodshot, and his whole body was like an angry bull, glaring at Du Fei and Shen Zhu.

"I fought with you!"

As he said that, he flew up into the air, held his long knife high, and slashed at Du Fei with the momentum of splitting Huashan.

Ding!
At the moment when the long knife fell, Shen Zhu's bamboo sword suddenly pierced the blade, and the force from the sword made Huang Dagang stagnate.

Shen Zhu came with the sword and kicked Huang Dagang away.

boom!
Pfft!
Huang Dagang's body flew out like broken leather, and hit the threshold with a bang.

puff……

He lowered his head and spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Big boss!"

"Run!"

Some of the remaining bandits wanted to escape, and some wanted to run to Huang Dagang's side.

swoosh...

The sword light flickered in the arena, and the remaining bandits died under Shen Zhu's sword without even taking a few breaths!

"Uncle Shen! Keep your hands!"

Du Fei quickly shouted: "The treasure in Zhuling Village has not been obtained yet!"

In just a moment, all the dozen or so people brought by Huang Dagang were killed by Shen Zhu's sword, only Huang Dagang was seriously injured and fell at the door of the inn.

"Tie him up and take him to Zhuling Village!"

With that said, Du Fei was about to get up and leave.

But right now.

Ding Ding Deng

The sound of footsteps came from upstairs, a middle-aged man dressed in a green shirt, with a short beard and a calm face came down the stairs, with a long sword hanging behind his back.

Although there was no fluctuation of true energy in his body, the middle-aged man naturally exuded a majestic and solemn air.

"I've heard that the Fufeng School's Chasing Wind swordsmanship is famous for its speed, with an air of elegance and agility.

Seeing it now, the sword moves are fast, but they lose a little bit of agility. When the sword moves are exhausted, the turning around is a bit obscure.such a pity!pity……"

While speaking, the middle-aged man had already arrived on the first floor.

Shen Zhu narrowed his eyes, took a few steps towards the door and asked with a serious face: "Who are you? How do you know the wind-chasing sword technique of our school?"

The middle-aged man did not answer, but stretched out his hand, and a long sword left on the ground fell into his palm as if being pulled by a rope.

Clang!
Shi Zhong flicked the sword with his second finger, and the middle-aged man danced the sword in the lobby on his own!

"hiss……"

Shen Zhu took a deep breath, the middle-aged man's swordsmanship was the Fufeng Chasing Wind swordsmanship!

Although he does not have the blessing of true energy, and his sword moves are not smooth, but judging from his experience of more than ten years in the Chasing Wind Sword Art, this person has already grasped the true meaning of the Wind Chasing Sword Art.

Incredibly fast and agile!

In a trance, a familiar name flashed in Shen Zhu's mind.

The next moment, Shen Zhu suddenly turned around, raised his body, and flew towards the outside of the inn.

"Want to run?"

The middle-aged man shouted softly, turned his wrist, and pushed his palm suddenly, and the long sword flew out, and the moment Shen Zhu turned around, it slashed across his chest, ripped open his clothes, and stabbed the wooden pillar in front of the door!

buzzing...

Under the horrified eyes of everyone, the long sword pierced through the wooden pillar, and the blade hummed.

A chill came over his chest, Chen Zhu, who was still in shock, looked down, a trace of blood appeared on his chest, but fortunately the wound was not deep, so it was not a serious problem.

However, this wind swordsman who had been famous for many years in Shu land knelt on the ground with a 'plop', with fine cold sweat breaking out on his forehead.

"Uncle Shen, you are..."

Du Fei's face was full of horror, he didn't understand why Shen Zhu knelt down to the middle-aged man?

"Are you from the Shenquan sect?" the middle-aged man suddenly asked.

Although Du Fei didn't understand the identity of this person, Shen Zhu's behavior made him understand that the person in front of him is definitely not easy to mess with.

Hearing the inquiry, he hurriedly said, "That's right! Du Fei of the Divine Fist Sect has met senior."

Seeing that the middle-aged man didn't have much expression, Du Fei continued: "Du Chuan, the head of my father's boxing sect, is... the capable confidant of Master Lu of the Sun Moon God Sect..."

"Then where is Lu Jiu now?"

Du Fei was stunned for a moment. Although he was the young head of the Shenquan Sect, he had never even seen Lu Jiu's face, so how could he know where Lu Jiu was?

"This... this junior doesn't know!"

After finishing speaking, he looked up at the middle-aged man, and boldly asked, "Dare to ask senior..."

The middle-aged man smiled faintly: "My name is Feng Qingyang!"

"wind……"

Du Fei was taken aback and was about to get up.

call out!
A finger wind has shot through his head.

shhhhhh...

Several fingers shot out in the lobby of the inn, piercing through the wall of the inn.

Pfft!
poof...

One by one, the disciples of the Shenquan Sect fell down, and some people still had expressions of shock on their faces, even Shen Zhu, the famous wind swordsman in Shu, was no exception.

"Devil Cult thief! Everyone gets it and kills him!"

call out!
A cold light flew from outside the inn.

Feng Qingyang remained motionless, flicked his sleeves, a burst of true energy erupted, blasting the incoming flying arrows, and shot them into the table beside them, making a buzzing sound.

The flying arrow is about five inches long, and a piece of cloth is tied at the end.

Spreading the strip of cloth with the long sword, three large characters came into view.

"Luofengpo!"

……

(End of this chapter)