Taiping Inn

An autumn rain fell and it was already night. Seeing that he could not leave tonight, Yan Feiqing sent an order to let everyone rest in Baigu Town for a night, and wait until the next morning and set off immediately.

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Because Beim Mountain is the territory of Zaoge Sect, and this Baigu Town was once the territory of those tomb robbers, Yan Feiqing didn't dare to be careless. There should be hidden secret tunnels in the town, which may be difficult for a while. Find out, in order to prevent the Zaoge Sect disciples from the tunnel in the middle of the night, taking advantage of the night rain, Yan Feiqing divided the more than 1,000 people into three divisions, each division with more than 300 people, and three sessions of night time.

Three hundred people held torches and shone the small town in a bright light. Unless the old man came in person, even if the master of the Return Realm came, he would return in a desperate situation under such a number of people.

The elderly and polite people who were originally worried were very happy to see that Yan Feiqing was very well-organized and had the style of a leader, and she couldn't help but smile.

As night comes, the autumn rain becomes more and more detailed. Sure enough, at about three o'clock, a group of disciples of Zaoge Sect suddenly emerged from the houses in the town and started a fierce battle with the people in charge of the vigilance. Unfortunately, there were many people on the side of the Zhengdao and there were already many people. Beware that the group of Zaoge Sect's disciples failed to cause any storm, but only killed seven or eight people and injured dozens of people. The group of Zaoge Sect's disciples were all given heads, let alone the aura of the righteous heroes.

In order to vent his anger, someone cut off the heads of these disciples of the Zaoge Sect and hung them all on the archway of the town. Each of them looked pale and his eyes were closed, which made the faces of several female heroes from the Jianghu who had seen such a scene for the first time. Pale, faintly disgusting.

Yan Feiqing asked someone to collect the dead bodies and sent someone to settle the injured. Those who were slightly injured would follow the large army to continue advancing, while those who were seriously injured would send people back to Beiyang County.

At this time, the autumn rain had stopped, and the road into the mountains was muddy, which made people wonder if the autumn leaves yesterday came strangely. Yan Feiqing discussed with Su Yunxian and others and sent the disciples of Zhengyi Sect as the outpost, the powerful Wutong Sect. He Wangyue Sect serves as the left guard and the right guard, and the disciples of Cihang Sect serve as the rear guard. The rest are all central troops, and more than 20 people with good light skills have been selected to form a team separately, responsible for passing messages back and forth. . At the same time, four innate realm masters were sent to roam around. If there was any movement, they would immediately burn the "son talisman" in their hands. Su Yunzhai, who held the "mother talisman", could get it as soon as possible.

When the heads of various sects saw that Yan Feiqing was arranged in an orderly manner, they were respectful to everyone. It is conceivable that if today's battle is successful, the little Tianshi Yan Feiqing's reputation in the world will inevitably be further improved.

What is prestige in the world? This is the prestige of the world. It’s not something that can be praised all over the world by just praising each other. It’s something that needs to be won through your own actions.

At this time, that sentence can be said in reverse. The world is not only about human nature, but also about swords and swords. If your foundation is not solid, you can't stand firmly by relying on tricks. To give the most obvious example, Wang Ying, who had known Li Xuandu before, one day after learning about Li Xuandu's true identity, was qualified to say that he was a friend of the Sword Immortal of the Purple Mansion. Who dared to disrespect him three points? Of course, some people respect him, but if someone doesn't believe it and goes forward to help, then they will immediately show their timidity. In the world, the most undesirable man is the reckless man who cares about the past and ignores the future.

Therefore, these methods of pursuing are not unusable, but they are all methods that add icing on the cake. After all, it is still a real story under your hands.

More than a thousand people walked into Beimang Mountain along the muddy road. After walking out, a outpost came back and spread it, saying that someone was blocking the road ahead and they did not dare to deal with it without authorization. They came to ask the head teacher for instructions.

Yan Feiqing asked Su Yunjiao and Wuzhen to take charge of the central army, and he and Li Xuandu and others went to check. Su Yunjiao immediately followed Li Xuandu and wanted to get away with it. Perhaps because Su Yunxian wanted her to see the world more often, she did not stop her, but she actually agreed.

When Yan Feiqing and Li Xuan both came to the blocking place, they found that the person blocking the road was actually an old man.

The old man looked very old last year. He lay on the back of a black donkey. The black donkey's fur was smooth and smooth, but the old man was wearing ragged clothes covered with pudding and couldn't help coughing.

More than a thousand people from the world are moving forward with weapons in their hands. Their momentum is so strong that even ordinary officials and soldiers have to retreat. However, the old man turned a blind eye and just stood in the middle of the road. Moreover, this is Beimang Mountain, where can we get what Ordinary farmers have abnormalities, so the disciples of Zhengyi Sect, who are in charge of the outpost, dare not act without any action, and they have to ask Yan Feiqing for instructions.

Yan Feiqing stood up and bowed, "Didn't you ask for advice?"

The old man lying on the back of the donkey opened his eye, glanced at Yan Feiqing, and said, "Little Taoist, what advice do you have?"

Yan Feiqing said, "Please give way to the road."

The old man said "Huh" and said, "The road is facing the sky, go one side. Why should I make way for you to get out of the way, rather than you take a detour?"

"Bold!" A disciple of Zhengyi Sect who was as fierce as fire immediately shouted loudly.

Yan Feiqing stopped the rebuke of the first disciple before he could speak, and said calmly, "Just be a good boy."

The old man sat up from the donkey's back and deliberately did not look at Yan Feiqing. Instead, he looked at the disciple of Zhengyi Sect and said, "This is the territory of Beimang Mountain. Who are you? How dare you show off here? It's true. Don’t know how to live or die, but ask for trouble."

Li Xuandu, who had been observing the man in silence, looked at the old man's palm and five fingers, and suddenly asked, "Can you use a sword?"

The old man squinted at Li Xuandu and said, "What's so strange about being able to use a sword? In this world today, three-year-old children can fight, and five-year-old children can use swords. I have lived for more than seventy years, not to mention using a sword. I can use knives, spears, swords, halberds, axes, hatchets, hooks, forks, whips, maces, hammers, claws, halberds, sticks, lances, sticks, crutches, and meteors. I can use them all, and I am proficient in all of them. I learned swordsmanship for a few months when I was a child. Although I haven't practiced it for decades and have put it aside, as long as I have learned it for a few months, you young man will not be my opponent.""

This tone was so loud that it was like swallowing the sky and spitting out the sun. However, Li Xuandu was not angry, and said, "If you don't mind, can you show me a few tricks so that I can open my eyes. ”

The disciples of Zhengyi Sect around wanted to speak, but seeing that Li Xuandu and Yan Feiqing came together, they were obviously not ordinary characters, so they kept silent.

“Well, since you young man have said so, I will practice a few moves to open your eyes, but I don’t have a sword with me, who can lend me a sword?”

Yan Feiqing said softly: “Give him a sword.”

At that moment, a disciple of Zhengyi Sect threw a sheathed long sword over.

The old man reached out to take it, drew the sword out of the sheath, shook the sword flower first, and then stabbed the east and chopped the west with a sword. After three or four times, he suddenly forgot the subsequent moves, scratched his head and thought for a moment, and used a few more moves, but it was a random slash. Although the moves were extremely fast, they were completely out of order, as if they were crazy.

Several disciples of Zhengyi Sect with swords behind them couldn’t help laughing when they saw this scene.

Yan Feiqing was also slightly surprised at first. He smiled but said nothing. But seeing Li Xuandu's solemn expression, he could not help but feel surprised. He looked at him carefully and felt that the old man's sword moves were sometimes fast and sometimes slow, but there were very few flaws in his swordsmanship, which was rare. When he saw more than a dozen moves, the man's posture was extremely ugly, but his sword moves were simple and solid. They seemed to be light and effortless, but they were actually ready to go.

At this moment, Li Xuandu stepped forward, bowed and said, "It is a great honor to witness your high moves today. I haven't asked for your name yet?"

The old man put away his sword and glared, "You young man, can you understand my swordsmanship?"

Li Xuandu smiled and said, "I understand a little. If I am not mistaken, this should be the 'Thirteen Swords of Taiyin' of the Yin-Yang Sect. I have heard of the name of the 'Thirteen Swords of Taiyin' for a long time. Seeing it today is really amazing."

The old man narrowed his eyes and looked at Li Xuandu, "What's your name, young man? "

Li Xuandu said: "Muzi Li, double name Xuandu, Xuandu of Xuandu Zifu. I have already given my name, could you please tell me your full name?"

The old man did not appreciate it at all, and did not even give his name. Instead, he spat a mouthful of thick phlegm on the ground and said: "Are all of you in a hurry to attend the funeral?"