Laughing and proud rise again

Holding the erhu on the ground, the old man tremblingly got up from the ground and walked out of the tea house.

Zhang Yu didn't notice the old man at first, but he saw a table of people following behind the old man.

Zhang Yu guessed: "It should be a person from the rivers and lakes who has been unsatisfactory."

Zhang Yu had seen them staring at the broken silver in the old man's hand before, but he didn't expect them to be so bold that they would bend their waists for such a small amount of money.

Holding the long sword in his hand, Zhang Yu followed out with a smile.

Zhang Yu followed carefully, and saw those people walking slowly, looking extremely uncomfortable.

Zhang Yu thought about it for a while, and realized that the old man was weak, so he walked extremely slowly.

After about a cup of tea, Zhang Yu saw the crowd go straight out of the city gate.

Surprised, he looked forward, and sure enough, the figure of the old man in the distance had already walked out of the city.

"The wilderness is really a good place to kill people and steal money."

There are far fewer people outside the city.But Hengyang is prosperous after all.

So along the way, a few people appeared from time to time.

Therefore, this group of people did not do anything along the way, and Zhang Yu was very annoyed after following.

Several times, I almost wanted to take care of them directly. Is it so far away for a piece of broken silver?

But there were other thoughts in his heart, and Zhang Yu was not sure, because that person's whereabouts were elusive.

Finally, the old man stopped in front of a gazebo.

Zhang Yu looked from a distance and saw a person sitting in the pavilion, whether it was male, female, old or young, but he couldn't tell clearly.

The old man walked into the pavilion slowly, but did not dare to sit down at the table.

Smiling to the person at the table, he only found a place to sit on the stone chair next to him.

This is good, it's even more difficult for the group of people in the gazebo to do anything.

The few people glanced at each other, stopped hiding and walked directly to the gazebo.

It seems that they made up their minds to look at the soft and hard before deciding whether to do anything.

Zhang Yu also followed, approaching the gazebo, only to hear the sobbing erhu sound.

I don't know if the old man is going to charge the people in the kiosk.

The few people followed for a long time, and at this time they gradually lost their composure.

I even thought in my heart: It's really not worth it to spend so long on such a trivial matter.

So one by one impatiently walked into the pavilion.

The sound of the erhu stopped abruptly, and the old man raised his head.

Looking at the ferocious man in front of him, he narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "What are you doing?"

Zhang Yu saw that the old man was not aware of these people's swords, but his eyes wandered away.Can't help feeling compassionate.

Zhang Yu thought to himself: So this old man still suffers from dementia.

These young people only know about money all day long, and have no respect for the elderly at all.What a bunch of scum.

At this time, one of them stood up and said to another person in the pavilion: "Old man, who are you? Where did you come from?"

Zhang Yu followed the sound and saw an old man in white sitting at the table drinking leisurely.

Hearing the man's question, he didn't stop at all.Swallowing a glass of wine, he said coldly, "Who is my business?"

Everyone was startled when they heard the words, but they didn't dare to neglect.

You must have good eyesight to live in the rivers and lakes, if you accidentally miss it.The consequences are greatly serious.

One of them stepped forward, bowed to the old man in white and said, "Excuse me, we are disciples of Didaotang, and we have a bit of grievance with this old gentleman. I wonder if senior can stand by and help each other."

Zhang Yu was greatly admired in his heart, and felt that these people raised their behavior of wanting to steal money to the height of grievances in the world.

This is indeed a very clever approach, but with such a narrow-minded sect, it is no wonder that they live in such poverty.

The old man in white said: "It has nothing to do with me whether you want to fight or kill."

After finishing speaking, he drank wine on his own, looking into the distance, as if no one here existed.

With a thought in his heart, Zhang Yu quietly walked out of the hiding place and walked towards the pavilion.

As soon as Zhang Yu appeared, the complexions of those people changed.

When he saw him coming towards the pavilion, his expression became more nervous.

One person stood up and blocked, "What's your friend doing?"

The corner of Zhang Yu's mouth smiled slightly, and when he made a wrong step, the man was stunned and Zhang Yu had already entered the pavilion.

He said to the old man playing the erhu: "Uncle, why haven't you returned to Hengshan? The messenger from Huashan has been waiting for you for a day!"

Everyone was shocked, and the old man raised his head in surprise and looked at Zhang Yu carefully.

Zhang Yu was slightly stunned, only to feel that at that moment, there was a slight tingling sensation on his face.

The old man opened his cloudy eyes and said, "You are..."

Zhang Yu hurriedly said, "I'm Master Liu Zhengfeng's new apprentice. You talked to me the day you started."

The old man looked at him fixedly, and suddenly smiled for a while.Zhang Yu was stunned for a moment and the old man smiled and said, "Ah...that's good."

Zhang Yu smiled secretly, turned around, looked at the few people who had gathered together and said coldly: "Are you from Didaotang?"

One person hurriedly said: "No, it's not that we have nothing to do with Didaotang."

Zhang Yu snorted and said, "Dare to do what you dare not to do, you really are people from Didaotang."

Speaking of drawing out the long sword, he said a little excitedly, "Let's settle the grievances between our two factions today."

Several people were taken aback for a moment, in fact, there is no grievance between the two factions.

They were completely fooling, and Zhang Yu just followed their words to continue fooling.Zhang Yu rushed into the encirclement surrounded by several people holding a sword.

Although it was the first time to single out a group, Zhang Yu's strong self-confidence and rich combat experience kept him from stage fright.

Huashan's swordsmanship made several people unable to fight back, and the long sword slashed across everyone's bodies, leaving shallow bloody mouths.

In the end, they almost became blood men, and they dropped the weapons in their hands.

He didn't say anything, just knelt on the ground and begged for mercy.

Zhang Yu was uninterested, and waved his hand to let the bloody people leave by themselves.

Turning his head, he saw that the old man in white was still looking coolly into the distance.

He seemed to dismiss the fight, but the old man playing the erhu looked at him with a smile on his face.

The old man had a kind of smile on his face at this moment, but it looked like someone who couldn't control his facial muscles couldn't recover after laughing.

He turned his head and said with a smile: "The young man is good at swordsmanship..."

Zhang Yu said with a smile: "What's the use of good swordsmanship, and it can't be eaten as food. The old man can play the piano well, which is a lifetime craft."

The old man looked at him with a smile and nodded his head for a long time and said, "Ah... not bad, that's exactly the reason."

Zhang Yu laughed and said, "One day I won't be messing around in the rivers and lakes, and I can go to Hengyang City to find the old man and learn this skill."

The old man smiled and said suddenly: "Which sect are you a disciple?"

Zhang Yu was stunned and said, "I'm from Mount Hua."

The old man nodded and said: "Disciple of Huashan, then you should call me Uncle Master..."

Zhang Yuyi was about to speak when he heard footsteps and several people rushed over from the pavilion.

Zhang Yu originally thought it was the rescuers of those people just now, but they didn't look like them in their clothes.

Zhang Yu took a closer look and saw that everyone was dressed in black with belts hanging from their waists.

Zhang Yu's heart moved: This is the costume of the Demon Cult.I just don't know if it's true or not.

Those few people stood outside the pavilion, but they didn't dare to come in.

One person stood up and said to Zhang Yu and the other two: "The Sun Moon God Sect is doing things, and others dodge. Don't suffer disaster!"

Zhang Yu frowned slightly, but the old man murmured, "The Demon Cult?"

"Bold!" Several people shouted in unison, and the man with the ax and hammer had already chopped at the old man.

Zhang Yu was startled, turned around to block the old man, and stabbed the Shenmen acupoint on the man's right hand with the long sword.

With a sound of "Yu—" the man moved the big ax with his right hand out, and took advantage of the momentum to smash the big hammer with his left hand at Zhang Yu.

Zhang Yu's eyes were serious, and the long sword buzzed and pierced the man's throat.The sword was fast and heavy, the man dared not neglect to cross his arms to block his face.

There was only a sound of touch, and the weapon in that man's hands was swung away, and Zhang Yu's long sword pierced your man's throat.