Mixed martial arts: My daughter came down the mountain and boasted that I was a peerless master

Chapter 134 The Beggar Gang Tragedy
After leaving the inn, Lu Xiaofeng and the others followed the address given by Hong Qigong and arrived at the place where the Beggar Clan's chief helmsman was.

This is a not very nice mansion.

Located on the outskirts of Luoyang City.

Lu Xiaofeng knocked on the door for a long time, but no one responded, then she opened the door and went in.

As soon as he opened the door, the smell of blood hit his nostrils.

Looking at the ground again, all the people lying on the ground were beggars disciples wearing beggars' clothes.

Every Beggar Clan disciple has different scars on his body.

Sword marks, swords and guns, palm prints, sharp arrows...

Hua Manlou moved her nose and said:

"You can tell from the smell of blood that these people should have been dead for no more than an hour."

Ximen Chuixue said lightly:
"Judging from the sword marks, these people died on the same person using a sword."

"and……"

Ximen Chuixue stopped talking midway through.

Lu Xiaofeng frowned and asked:
"And what?"

Ximen Chuixue glanced at Lu Xiaofeng, and then said:
"In today's world, there are not many people who can seal a throat with a sword. You should also know who there are."

Lu Xiaofeng was silent.

Ximen Chuixue's meaning was obvious.

Someone who can seal a throat with a sword is similar to Ximen Chuixue in terms of swordsmanship.

Those are the only people who can be as good as Ximen Chuixue.

Just when Lu Xiaofeng was silent, a voice suddenly interrupted them.

"It's you!"

"It was you who killed the Beggar Clan disciples!"

The man was wearing beggar's clothes and he didn't look very old.

When they saw Lu Xiaofeng and the others, their faces showed horror.

Before Lu Xiaofeng could realize what was going on, the man ran away immediately.

"Stop for me!"

Lu Xiaofeng hurriedly caught up.

Lu Xiaofeng's Qinggong was not bad, but he still couldn't catch up with the Beggar Clan disciple.

The Beggar Clan disciple ran and shouted loudly.

"Someone killed the disciples and elders of the Beggar Clan!"

Lu Xiaofeng suddenly stopped and did not catch up.

He noticed something unusual about the Beggar Clan disciple.

After returning to Huamanlou and Ximen Chuixue, he said:
"Let's go first!"

……

a few days later.

Ye Ling'er, Li Qiushui and Xiao Longnu didn't know what happened in the Beggar Clan.

The three of them came from the Northern Song Dynasty to the border of the Southern Song Dynasty.

"Zhenwu Sword... I'm going to find the leader of the Wudang Sect, Zhang Zhenren..."

Ye Ling'er muttered as she walked.

The little girl was thinking about how to persuade Zhang Sanfeng to lend her the Zhenwu Sword.

Senior sister has already told herself.

Zhang Zhenren is a figure that everyone admires in the martial arts world, regardless of whether they are decent or villains.

Let alone whether he could borrow the Zhenwu Sword, it was extremely difficult to even meet Zhang Sanfeng.

Therefore, in order to borrow the Zhenwu Sword from Zhang Sanfeng, Ye Ling'er has been thinking about how to borrow it.

"Junior sister, can you stop nagging?"

Li Qiushui said helplessly.

Ye Linger shook her head and said:
"No! Daddy said, read the book a hundred times and you will see its meaning."

"That is to say, as long as Ling'er repeats one sentence a hundred times, he will be able to think of a solution!"

Li Qiushui moved his mouth and scolded his junior sister's father, Ye Changan, in his heart.

How do you take care of a baby?
Bringing out a child who loves to talk so much?

If you don’t know how to carry it, why don’t you just leave it to someone else?
When you have a baby in the future, you can take the baby over and show it to him yourself!
Let her see how different the baby she brought out is from the baby he brought out!
Xiao Longnu asked curiously:

"That Ling'er, how many times have you recited it?"

Ye Ling'er: "???"

"Ah...how many times have I read it?"

Ye Ling'er's little face suddenly became bitter.

"Sister, it's all your fault!"

Ye Linger said resentfully.

If it hadn't been for the interruption from my senior sister, I would have known how many times I had recited it.

As a result, when the senior sister interrupted me, I forgot how many times I had recited it.

Li Qiushui rolled his eyes at Ye Ling'er and said:
"It's none of my business, it's your own fault."

Ye Ling'er pouted and continued her mutterings.

After half a stick of incense, Ye Linger said excitedly:

"Ling'er has thought of a way!"

Li Qiushui and Xiao Longnu looked at Ye Ling'er, wondering what solution this girl had thought of.

"I can tell you my father's name!"

Ye Linger said proudly.

"Ye Wudi, the invincible man who dominates the Jiuzhou Continent!"

"Zhang Zhenren will definitely be shocked when he hears my father's name!"

"Then, lend the Zhenwu Sword to Ling'er!"

The more Ye Ling'er talked, the more excited she became, feeling that her method was very feasible.

Li Qiu Shui covered his face and didn't know what to say.

If you tell me your senior brother's name, it might be of some use.

If you tell me your father's name, people may have never heard of it.

Seeing how excited Ye Ling'er was, Li Qiushui didn't want to hurt her.

Let her be proud first, and after Zhang Sanfeng's rejection, she will realize that her father's name is useless.

this day.

Ye Ling'er and the others came to Jincheng of the Southern Song Dynasty.

When they arrived at Jincheng, Ye Ling'er didn't want to leave at all. She pulled Li Qiushui's clothes and said in a sweet voice:

"Senior sister, take a rest! Ling'er is tired from walking..."

Li Qiushui nodded and agreed.

It's normal for the little girl to be tired.

From the Northern Song Dynasty to the Southern Song Dynasty, Ye Ling'er not only had to rush on the road, but also practiced the Kung Fu of Xiaoyao School, Dugu Yijian, Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms and a series of other Kung Fu.

Under the guidance of Li Qiushui, Ye Ling'er also broke through to the late-stage master realm.

"There's an inn over there! Let's go there to rest!"

Ye Ling'er pointed to a wealthy inn in front and said.

The inn is different from the one they stayed in before.

The inn I stayed in earlier looked like it had been built for a long time.

But now in this inn, the wood is very new and red cloth is still wrapped around it.

It looks like it was newly built not long ago.

Not only that, there is a beautiful sister soliciting customers at the door of the inn.

All of them were dressed in fancy clothes, waving the handkerchiefs in their hands and making cute sounds at the people passing by.

Li Qiushui raised his head and glanced at the name of the "inn", and then said to Ye Ling'er:
"This doesn't work." "Senior sister, why?"

Ye Ling'er asked puzzledly.

"Senior sister. Why don't you stay at such a beautiful inn?"

"Those sisters all look so enthusiastic. They are all standing at the door soliciting customers."

"Furthermore, senior sister, look..."

Ye Ling'er pointed at the door of the "inn" and said:
"Those people came out of the inn with red faces and very happy."

"It must be because the food in this inn is delicious and the accommodation is good!"

Li Qiushui directly covered Ye Ling'er's eyes with his hands and said angrily:
"You don't understand even after I tell you! You're not allowed to look at it anyway, and you're not allowed to go!"

After saying that, he picked up Ye Ling'er and left here in a hurry.

Xiao Longnu and Ye Ling'er had the same doubts.

This "inn" looks pretty good, why not stay there?

Xiao Longnu looked at the name of the "inn" and murmured:

"Yihongyuan...this name sounds good too."

After Li Qiushui led Ye Ling'er to find an inn, he put Ye Ling'er down.

As soon as he put it down, Ye Linger stared at Li Qiushui very unhappily.

The "inn" I chose was so good, my senior sister actually didn't want to stay there.

It’s not like she was asked to pay. Ling’er also had money and could pay to live there!

"Stop glaring at me. I won't let you live here for your own good!"

Li Qiushui poured himself a cup of hot tea and took a sip before saying.

"Senior sister, if you want Ling'er to be good, you should let Ling'er stay in such a good inn!"

Ye Linger said.

"That's not an inn!"

"Not an inn? Senior sister, are you stupid for being a junior sister?"

"When did I think you were stupid again?"

"You still said no! Wasn't it just now? Although Ling'er can't read, I can see it! That's the inn!"

"no!"

"that is!"

The big one and the little one talked, their big eyes staring at the little ones.

The little dragon girl on the side shook her head helplessly, poured herself a cup of hot tea, and looked curiously at the street outside.

After a while, Ye Ling'er couldn't stand it anymore and blinked to show that she lost.

Li Qiushui touched the little girl's head and said:
"Okay, senior sister really didn't lie to you!"

"If you don't believe me, senior sister, you can ask your father, or ask your uncle Chicken next time you meet him, and you will know that it is not an inn."

Ye Linger said:

"Do my dad and Uncle Chicken know?"

"Grandma, Uncle Qiao, Sister Liang, Aunt Huang, don't they know?"

Li Qiushui thought for a while and said:

"You can try, but I can't guarantee whether you will get beaten."

Ye Ling'er: "???"

Ask the inn, why did you get beaten?

……

In Shaolin Temple.

Xu Zhu has been coming to the Sutra Pavilion to clean the fallen leaves for several days in a row.

Under the arrangement of the sweeping monk, the Shaolin Temple returned to its previous appearance.

However, everyone seemed to have other thoughts in their minds, and the atmosphere in the entire Shaolin Temple was very depressing.

In the past, you could see Shaolin disciples practicing martial arts in front of the Main Hall every day, but now there are only a few sparse ones.

Also, the sound of chanting that could be heard every morning, noon and night was no longer there.

The sweeping monk didn't care what other Shaolin disciples were doing.

Apart from asking Xu Zhu to clean the Sutra Pavilion the next day, there was nothing else to arrange.

"Senior, here I come."

Xu Zhu came to the Sutra Pavilion and bowed to the sweeping monk and said.

The sweeping monk nodded and said:
"Um……"

Xu Zhu silently picked up the broom and cleaned the fallen leaves in the yard.

Xu Zhu was actually very confused.

I come to clean the fallen leaves in the courtyard of the Sutra Pavilion every day, but why do the fallen leaves pile up in the yard every day?

There is not a single tree near the Sutra Pavilion. Where did the fallen leaves come from?

Xu Zhu was thinking in his mind while cleaning.

The sweeping monk interrupted his thoughts.

"From tomorrow on, you don't have to clean the fallen leaves."

Xu Zhu glanced at the sweeping monk in confusion, and was about to ask, but heard the sweeping monk say:

"Starting tomorrow, you will recite this book in front of me."

The sweeping monk took out a scripture from his arms.

Xu Zhu looked at the name of the scripture and murmured:
"Yi Jin Jing..."

After reading it, I couldn’t help but wonder.

"What scripture is this? Why have I never heard of it?"

After so many years in Shaolin Temple, Xu Zhu has read or heard about many scriptures.

This was the first time he had heard of the Yi Jin Jing.

Although he was confused as to why the sweeping monk asked him to recite this sutra, Xu Zhu still lowered his head and responded:
"Yes, senior!"

Now the Shaolin Temple makes him feel a little different from the Shaolin Temple he stayed in before.

Those senior brothers and junior brothers seemed to be unwilling to have contact with him, and they would stay away from him when they saw him.

Xu Zhu didn't know what he should do.

But since the senior sweeper monk had arrangements, he agreed.

……

Jincheng.

Inside the Lucky Inn.

Ye Ling'er, Li Qiushui, and Xiao Longnu were eating their meals.

When they came to the inn, there were not many guests.

But not long after the food was served, more than a dozen people walked in from outside.

Li Qiu Shui glanced warily.

From the way these people walk and the calluses on their hands, it can be seen that these people are martial arts practitioners.

As soon as the dozen or so people sat down, they started shouting loudly.

"I didn't expect that the Beggar Gang in the Northern Song Dynasty would be so miserable this time!"

"That's right, dozens of elders and sub-rudder leaders were all killed!"

"I heard that it was Lu Xiaofeng, the fourth eyebrow of the Ming Dynasty, Hua Manlou, the seventh young master of the Jiangnan Hua Family, and the sword god Ximen Chuixue who killed him!"

"Is this a false rumor? I've heard of the three people you mentioned. They all have quite good reputations in the world of the Ming Dynasty. Why would they come to kill the elders and leaders of the Beggar Gang of the Northern Song Dynasty?"

"If you say it was Qiao Feng who killed you, I still believe it, but if you say it was Lu Xiaofeng and the others, I won't believe you!"

"You don't believe it and I don't believe it either! But this is the truth! Someone saw it with their own eyes!"

"Then tell me, what is Lu Xiaofeng's purpose in killing?"

"How do I know that it might have been instigated by Qiao Feng?"

(End of this chapter)