Taiping Inn

This two-entry courtyard has been around for some time, and its origins are unknown. In recent years, an old servant has been guarding here. It was not until yesterday that many new faces appeared one after another.

After entering the main gate of the courtyard and passing the screen wall, you will reach the main hall. At this time, the main hall door is open, and the house is already full of people of all kinds.

The local owner is sitting on the main seat. He looks haggard and looks like a sickly person at first glance, but his real Xiantian realm cultivation is not fake at all. He is Gongsun Liang, the top master of Fenglei Sect.

Gongsun Liang is an ambitious person, and he does not hide this fact.

He was born in a wealthy family in Changyang County, Jiangling Prefecture. His family had a hundred acres of fertile land. His father was a scholar and his mother was a virtuous traditional woman. Although he had no family background and no connections, he had no deep hatred and he was lucky. When he was eight years old, an old Taoist priest with a fairy-like appearance passed by Changyang County and saw him. After touching his bones and reading his face, he said that he had a good foundation and took him back to the Shenxiao Sect. Later, he learned that this old Taoist priest was one of the seven elders of the Shenxiao Sect.

As a matter of course, this elder of the Shenxiao Sect became his first master, teaching him swordsmanship, palm techniques, boxing techniques, body training, and qi training, leading him on a completely different path.

In the year of his coming of age, he became an inner disciple of the Shenxiao Sect. If nothing unexpected happened, he would have followed the routine like many disciples of famous and orthodox sects, and his cultivation realm and status in the world would have slowly risen. Finally, in his sixties or seventies, he would have succeeded his master and become a sect elder.

However, all the routine came to an abrupt end when he was thirty years old.

Because his master died in a battle between good and evil, and died together with an evil master.

When a person dies, it is like a lamp going out, and when a person leaves, the tea is cold. So he also lost power. He wanted to change his sect, but he was in the wrong position. He was eventually driven out of the Shenxiao Sect and fell into the Fenglei Sect, which was a vassal of the Shenxiao Sect, just like an official in the central government was exiled to a local place.

Originally, this didn't matter. Life is ups and downs. If you are in trouble today, you will make a comeback tomorrow.

He wanted to show his strength in Fenglei Sect, but he didn't expect that Song Laogui from Fenglei Sect would pin him down and make him unable to turn over for more than ten years. Speaking of Song Laogui, to be fair, he still admired him, whether in terms of cultivation realm or in dealing with people.

Even if he talked about backers, Song Laogui's backer was the dignified leader of Shenxiao Sect, and he alone could not move Song Laogui.

If a person wants to avoid being suffocated to death by a breath of anger, he must learn to accept his fate. As time went by, he also gave up the idea of ​​winning.

But he didn't expect that things are unpredictable. Song Laogui died, died of the so-called "ghost curse" of Yinyang Sect, and the mountain on his head was removed all of a sudden. In addition, he relied on Elder Su in Shenxiao Sect, so he suddenly cleared the dark clouds and saw the light again.

As for Song Laogui's son, the little guy was not a big deal, why should he compete with him, just because he was surnamed Song?

Yes, just because he was surnamed Song.

Just because he has a good father who paved the way for him before his death, and the care of the sect master is fine, and there are old friends, such as "Northwest Owl" Hu Liang, and the "Golden Purple Constable" of the Six Gates, this is too good a life.

Whenever he thought of this, his face became darker and darker.

Those powerful dragons who crossed the river did have some skills. They took down Zhu Yu in just one day. Sun Shaozong was also half-hearted. If he hadn't arranged it with Sun Shaozong, he would have fallen into the hands of these dragons who crossed the river.

Now it's okay, after tearing the face, everyone should stop learning to play the game of alliances and alliances like the people in the public office, and use the way of the rivers and lakes to see the truth.

As long as he kills the boy from the Song family, he believes that those powerful dragons who crossed the river or the sect master who is in seclusion in the Shenxiao Sect will not make a big fuss for a dead person.

Most of the time, people are valuable only when they are alive.

Otherwise, what is the purpose of killing?

Gongsun Liang looked around and said in a deep voice: "Everyone, success or failure depends on today."

...

Shen Shuangmei had already left. Hu Liang and the little girl stayed in the lakeside cottage. Li Xuandu went to the main courtyard alone. He was still dressed as a scholar, but he had two flying swords hidden in his sleeves and a folding fan in his hand.

At this time, the sky was getting dark. In the main hall of the main courtyard, Song Muzhe put his father's sword in front of him, hesitating a little.

After hesitating for a moment, he reached out and grabbed the long sword and put it on his waist, and walked out.

Zheng Lao Guanshi was standing outside with a solemn look. Song Muzhe asked: "Is there any news from there?"

The old man took a deep breath and said in a deep voice: "Gongsun Liang has begun to gather people and is clearly ready to take action."

Song Muzhe nodded, expressionless.

The old man hesitated for a moment, but couldn't help but persuade him: "Young Sect Master, they are so many people, let's leave here and take shelter for a while."

Song Muzhe said calmly: "Can I take shelter for a while, but can I take shelter forever? If I retreat without fighting this time, the road that the old man has paved for me with so much trouble will be broken. Not only will the people below no longer obey me, I am afraid that Mr. Li and Mr. Hu will also be disappointed in me."

The old man sighed helplessly at this scene and said softly: "Then I will have no choice but to follow the young sect master all the way to the end."

Song Muzhe murmured: "This time, with the help of Mr. Li and Mr. Hu, it is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. If I die, everything will be in vain, but if I can survive, then conquering the Fenglei Sect will become a matter of course."

Song Muzhe instructed the old man: "Zheng Bo, please gather all the sect guards in the mansion and form a formation. Once someone breaks into the mansion, there is no need to ask questions or show mercy, just kill them without mercy."

The old man immediately took the order and left.

Soon after the old man left, Li Xuandu floated in and appeared in front of Song Muzhe.

Song Muzhe was surprised and happy, "Mr. Li."

Li Xuandu closed the folding fan in his hand and said softly: "Li is here to help the young master resist the enemy. If I am not mistaken, you are a Taoist priest. Before you enter the Xiantian realm, it is not suitable for one-on-one fighting with others. You stay here. If I really need you, I will call you."

Song Muzhe nodded hurriedly and said, "Everything is arranged by Mr. Li."

Li Xuandu's figure swept forward lightly, stepped onto the tall gatehouse, and said calmly: "Master Sun, show up, I know it's you."

As soon as the voice fell, a tall figure also appeared on the gatehouse, with a smile on his face. After looking at Li Xuandu, he pulled the corner of his mouth, "Mr. Li is really thoughtful, no wonder he can make Zhu Yu, that woman, is timid and timid. Her mind and skills are indeed amazing, but in the end, it depends on real ability. "

Li Xuandu opened the folding fan in his hand with a "snap" sound and fanned it gently, "Let me ask one more question, is it because we gave too little money? Or is there any other reason?"

Sun Shaozong said in a low voice: "First, the money is indeed too little. Although 10,000 taels of silver is not a small amount, Uncle Gongsun promised to give me 30,000 taels of silver. What can I say? Second, even if both sides gave me the same amount of silver, I would choose Uncle Gongsun. It is really that Song Muzhe is too annoying. I can't bear to see him become the leader of the sect."

Li Xuandu said "Oh" and disappeared without any sign.

Sun Shaozong was stunned.

The next moment, a figure appeared behind him in an instant. Sun Shaozong, who was somewhat self-confident about his martial arts, didn't even have time to recover before he was hit hard in the back by a punch with restrained strength. The strength of the punch penetrated his body, causing him to stagger forward two steps, his throat felt sweet, his eyes went dark, and he almost fell off the gatehouse.

After Sun Shaozong barely stopped himself, he spat out a mouthful of sweet blood, with a look of horror on his face.

This punch was not only extremely powerful, but also beyond his expectations. What he didn't expect was that the fist intention and fist strength were integrated into one. Even if there was no qi contained in it, the strength of his body alone made it difficult for him to bear it.

Li Xuandu didn't know when he had closed the folding fan in his right hand, and slowly retracted his left hand back into his sleeve. He said calmly, "I told the young master of the Song family that you were brave but not wise, but you tricked us. I thought you were the kind of person who deliberately concealed your shortcomings. Now it seems that moral saints have minor flaws, and even the most evil people occasionally do good deeds. It is reasonable for a stupid person like you to have a flash of inspiration occasionally, so my statement is still not wrong."