The fairy is fierce

The sound of rain outside the window was rapid and slow.

Jiang Yi curled up in the thin quilt like a baby. Half asleep and half awake, her hands were groping around her side, looking for the man beside her.

After touching for a moment, there was no man around...

What about men...

!

Jiang Yi woke up suddenly and raised her head.

The room was calm, his belongings were placed on the table, but Zuo Lingquan was nowhere to be seen.

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She quickly sat up and looked at the gray sky outside the open window. She couldn't tell whether it was morning or dusk. Xiaoniao Tuanzi was a little bored and walked around the window sill with a figure-footed step. When he saw her waking up, he hurriedly It flew over with fluttering little wings.

"call……"

Jiang Yi breathed a sigh of relief, caught the dumpling and asked:

"Where did Zuo Lingquan go?"

"grumble."

Tuanzi opened his beak and asked for a pellet of bird food, then raised his little wings and pointed out the window.

Jiang Yi got up and got off the ground, walked to the window and took a look, only to see Zuo Lingquan sitting at the tea stall below, with a pile of wine bottles next to him, a wine bowl in his hand, and one leg propped up on the bench, looking very interested. Said quite high:

"... At that time, the ladies from the surrounding counties and counties heard that I and others were dueling on the city gate tower, so they ran to the city wall overnight to build a bunk and wait; my white robe and sword fell on the city gate tower, and I threw my folding fan Come on, Mr. Song, guess what?”

"Are those girls yelling nonsense?"

"You are looking down on me. Two of them fainted on the spot, and the rest were stunned."

"Really? Who wins in the final duel?"

"The fight didn't start, and before the one on the other side made a move, the madam down below smashed him away with eggs and vegetables. It's hard to say he won with force."

"Haha, you have the same demeanor as I did back then. Come on, let's go..."

...? ? ?

Jiang Yi was stunned. She didn't expect Zuo Lingquan to be able to drink so much with a bad old man he didn't know in this unfamiliar place.

What are you talking about?

Jiang Yi wanted to scream, but then she remembered that she had just gotten up. She first turned around to get water to wash up, and then arranged her makeup in front of the dressing table, then turned to the window and coughed twice:

"Ahem."

Zuo Lingquan asked Tuanzi to stare at Jiang Yi. He already knew that Jiang Yi was awake. At this time, he put down the wine bowl and stood up:

"Let's go, let's follow Mr. Song to Bitan Villa."

Jiang Yi slept for a long time, didn't understand anything, and was a little confused. But she didn't say much. After packing her belongings, she went to the lobby to check out the room, and followed Zuo Lingquan to the outside of Qingquan Town.

On the way, Zuo Lingquan quietly explained to Jiang Yi, and Jiang Yi understood the whole story. While Zuo Lingquan and Song Chi were chatting, he secretly observed the surrounding situation.

Bitan Villa is built on the mountainside of Qingquan Mountain. It is quite large in scale. It is backed by a mountain, overlooking water and surrounded by green forests. The scenery is one of the best in Zezhou.

This villa banquet was the 80th birthday of the old villa owner. All the famous celebrities from Zezhou were present. On the Liulin Avenue leading to the villa, Jianghu people with swords and swords could be seen everywhere.

Song Chi was the last leader of Zezhou's arena, and he had a high level of seniority and prestige. He was polite to various friends in the arena along the way. Zuo Lingquan just followed behind and had no intention of making friends and chatting.

The two of them followed Song Chi to the gate of the villa. The owner of the villa, Tang Hong, heard the news and was very proud of it. He came to the door to greet him in person:

"Song Lao came to visit us, but I missed him from afar. I'm really ashamed..."

Song Chi was beaten to the ground ten times, but the martial arts master's magnanimity remained, and he came forward to greet him warmly.

Zuo Lingquan walked among the crowd and looked up. Tang Hong was wearing an ordinary brocade robe. He had a hooked nose, bright eyes, and a very well-proportioned figure. At first glance, he was a practicing practitioner of some level; As long as the middle-aged person doesn't show off his appearance, it's difficult to tell his true nature from the outside, but he doesn't know whether he has any foundation in cultivation.

Zuo Lingquan followed him into the villa and walked through the corridors and pavilions. He vaguely felt that the water of the Five Elements was richer in the villa than in other places.

Jiang Yi focused on the lotus pond outside the verandah. The lotus pond was quite large and the water was green and clear. It was obviously living water. The villa was halfway up the mountain, so the water source could not come from the Shanling River. There must be a spring hidden in the villa.

After checking for a while, the two looked at each other, and both saw in each other's eyes that they suspected that this villa was probably the source of the Dahuang Ridge skeletons.

But suspicion was suspicion, and the two of them had no way to ask directly.

If Zuo Lingquan wants to confirm his guess, he still has to find a way to find out the details of Tang Hong...——

It was already dusk when we went up the mountain, and when Song Chi arrived at the Bilian Hall in the middle of the villa, it was already dark.

It was raining lightly outside, and the lights were brightly lit inside the large hall. There were singers invited by the county and city, singing and dancing in the hall.

Dozens of Taishi chairs and tea tables are placed left and right, and Zezhou's famous celebrities are sitting among them.

Tang Tiejin, the gray-haired old owner of the village, sat at the top; Song Chi, whose status in the world was second only to Tang Tiejin, sat in the second highest chair, facing Tang Hong.

Zuo Lingquan was nameless and was not qualified to sit down on such an occasion. He just stood with Jiang Yi in front of Song Chi's apprentice and looked at the scene in the hall.

Everyone who can sit here knows each other. Sitting under Song Chi is a bald man who seems to have some status. He said a few words and started to fan the flames:

"When Mr. Tang was forty years old, he met Mr. Song who had just come out of the mountain. He was suppressed by the Shaking God Fist for thirty years. Who would have thought that on his eightieth birthday, Mr. Song would congratulate Mr. Tang on his birthday? What do you think this means?”

Everyone present was a gangster, with a cheerful personality. It was common for them to mock and tease each other. One of them asked with a smile:

"It's a matter of time before the wind blows?"

The bald man waved his hand: "This is called good hand skills, but not as good as good bed skills; practicing hard for a lifetime is not as useful as having a good son.

"Hahaha..."

As soon as this was said, the whole room was full of laughter, and even Song Chi agreed with it.

Tang Tiejin, who was sitting at the top, laughed and scolded:

"It's a skill to be able to have a good son. Who made Song Chi only good at hand skills but not good at bed skills? I have been suppressed by Song Chi for thirty years, and you don't allow me to be proud of myself for ten years when I am old?"

"Old Master Tang, what kind of skill is it to rely on your son to get ahead? I have an idea. Since you are good in bed, why don't you change the arena and compete with Mr. Song in bed..."

"Hahaha..."

...

Jiang Yi frowned slightly when listening to these vulgar words, but didn't say anything, just secretly observing Tang Hong's depth.

Zuo Lingquan watched for a moment, but couldn't figure out Tang Hong's strength. After thinking about it, he walked behind Song Chi and whispered softly:

"Mr. Song..."

Song Chi was also laughing and scolding the outspoken bald man. He was stunned when he heard the voice. He looked back and made sure that Zuo Lingquan was not joking. He nodded slightly, turned his eyes and looked at everyone, laughing loudly:

"We are all old bones with half a foot in the ground. Even if we are still sharp, we can't compete with the young people who are vigorous and vigorous. Mr. Tang relied on his son to suppress Mr. Song for ten years. I admit it, but the fact that I didn't give birth to a promising son doesn't mean that I have no promising descendants. "

As soon as these words came out, the joyful hall fell silent. Dozens of Jianghu celebrities all turned their eyes to Song Chi.

All those present were Jianghu people who had been struggling for a lifetime, and they knew the difference between teasing and smiling with a knife in their mouths.

Song Chi's words clearly showed that he was not convinced and wanted to find a place to fight.

Tang Tiejin's smile faded a little, and he glanced at Song Chi's two apprentices:

"Ten years ago, Tang Hong took back the face of Bitan Villa at the banquet for Brother Song's retirement; today, Brother Song, do you want your apprentice to take back the face on my 80th birthday?"

Tang Hong held the teacup with a peaceful smile: "No one here is unconvinced by Old Song's fist. I can win, taking advantage of the saying 'the fist is better than the young'. Old Song's two apprentices are younger than me, but if they want to find a place to fight, I'm afraid they will have to practice for another 30 years. ”

This is not arrogant, it is even a bit modest.

Everyone present is a discerning person. Song Chi's two disciples can only be considered mediocre. Even if they practice for a lifetime, they can never reach Song Chi's level, let alone challenge Tang Hong.

Song Chi leaned on the armchair, with a strong aura, raised his hand and pointed back:

"This is my distant nephew, who has been working in the capital in previous years. This time he went out to travel to Zezhou. He heard that I was suppressed and beaten for ten years, and he felt angry and wanted to stand up for my distant uncle. So I brought him here this time to pay a visit to the owner of Tang Manor."

Zuo Lingquan stood behind the armchair, raised his hand and clasped his fists, his eyes slightly defiant:

"Junior Zuo Lengchan, meet the two owners. "

Jiang Yi knew that Zuo Lingquan wanted to test Tang Hong's background, so she was not surprised. She stood with her hands behind her back and acted as a maid holding a sword.

Tang Tiejin and Tang Hong, father and son, were all surprised. They looked at Zuo Lingquan and could not see much except that he was handsome.

However, Song Chi had accumulated a reputation in the martial arts world for a lifetime. No matter how old and confused he was, he could not pull out an embroidered pillow to make a fool of himself. With Song Chi's recommendation, the guests in the hall looked more serious and whispered to each other, asking about the origins of this young man.

After looking at Zuo Lingquan for a few times, Tang Hong smiled and said:

"Old Song's nephew is very imposing."

"How can you call him a young man if he is not imposing? When Master Tang came to me ten years ago, he was more imposing than him. "

Tang Tiejin stroked the teacup, thought for a while and said:

"The Jianghu is always a place where the new wave pushes the old wave. If you, my nephew, can really beat Tang Hong today, I will continue to call you "Song Daxia" in the future. Tang Hong, go meet Zuo Shaoxia. Today is a good day, don't hurt him."

Everyone in the lobby didn't expect to come to the banquet today and run into such a scene of a young tiger fighting an old dragon. The atmosphere suddenly became heated.

Tang Hong didn't say much, he stood up and gestured to the outside of the lobby:

"Zuo Shaoxia, please come in."

Song Chi knew how powerful Tang Hong was. Even though he "knew" Zuo Lingquan's background, he still turned around and reminded:

"Youthful vigor is a good thing, but fists and feet have no eyes, and you can't be stubborn. You must be generous whether you win or lose. "

After nodding, Zuo Lingquan strode out of Bilian Hall.

Bilian Hall is backed by mountains and faces the water. There is a square white stone field outside the gate, which is where the people of the martial arts world compete.

The rain was drizzling, and countless torches and lanterns were soon lit in the corridors around the hall, illuminating the venue. The children of the Tang family in the villa also moved two rows of weapon racks to the surrounding area, with swords, spears, swords and halberds.

The famous people in the martial arts world in the hall stood under the eaves outside the hall and looked forward to it.

Tang Hong He took off his brocade robe and threw it to the butler next to him. He walked down the steps in the rain wearing only a white suit and came to the center of the venue.

Zuo Lingquan took off the messy things on his body and handed them to Jiang Yi. He wore only a black martial arts uniform and came to the opposite side of Tang Hong with bare hands.

Tang Hong was nearly fifty years old, but he was tall and handsome. He looked very "decent" from the outside. Seeing Zuo Lingquan with bare hands, he was a little surprised:

"Young man Zuo, you don't use the sword. Do you want to start with fists and feet?"

According to the rules of the martial arts world, Zuo Lingquan stood ten steps away from Tang Hong, raised his hands and clasped his fists:

"I carry a sword only because it is more stylish. I have learned a lot and I can do everything."

Many people in the martial arts world use swords because it is more handsome. In fact, the status of swords in the martial arts world is far less than that of swords and guns.

Zuo Lingquan said that he carried a sword for the sake of being stylish, which is indeed frank, but it is a bit too arrogant to say that he can do anything.

Most of the martial arts people present were half-believing and half-doubting, but due to Song Chi's status in the martial arts world, no one showed any sarcasm.

Tang Hong just nodded, stretched his legs, and put his fists in front and behind, and formed a boxing stance:

"What Tang has learned is also quite diverse. I just hope that Zuo Shaoxia's fists can be as tough as his mouth."

"Hahaha..."

A burst of laughter came from under the eaves.

Zuo Lingquan did not say anything. After a quick look, he saw the general trend of Tang Hong.

People only have two hands and two feet. No matter how many changes they make, they cannot escape the limitations of the body frame. Whether in the previous life or in this world, the martial arts that can be evolved are all similar.

Tang Hong's boxing stance is similar to the boxing stance of the previous life'Bajiquan'. The force is exerted on the heels, the waist, and the fingertips. It is very explosive.

Seeing this, Zuo Lingquan also took a stance, slightly bent his body, raised his left hand, spread his five fingers, and hung his right hand under his elbow, ready to go.

As the saying goes, experts see the doorway. Many Jianghu celebrities saw this stance and their eyes became serious.

Song Chi stood with his hands behind his back and nodded slightly: "The popular boxing in the South Wilderness takes the meaning of dragon, tiger, bear, snake, and crane. It is a unity of spirit and form, and has infinite changes; look at this boxing stance, it is perfect."

Jiang Yi didn't understand at all, so he could only nod slightly, pretending to be "experts think alike".

The two sides took up their positions without much talk.

Tang Hong stood in the rain, turned his right hand and hooked it.

Bang

At this moment, Zuo Lingquan's figure was like a tiger, turning into a black afterimage, and in the blink of an eye, he came close to Tang Hong, broke through the rain curtain with a punch, and hit Tang Hong in the face.

Tang Hong's eyes flashed with surprise, obviously he did not expect Zuo Lingquan to be so fast; but he reacted not slow at all, his right hand was close to Zuo Lingquan's right arm, and he pulled it to the side, and took advantage of the situation to hit him with an iron mountain lean, trying to hit Zuo Lingquan's arms.

But as Song Chi said, Tang Hong's strengths are fast speed and heavy fists, and his martial arts attainments are really not high. Facing an ordinary person like Song Chi, Tang Hong can use speed to make up for the shortcomings in martial arts attainments, but facing Zuo Lingquan who has cultivation, this method is obviously useless.

Tang Hong was just about to counterattack when Zuo Lingquan saw through his routine. He grabbed Tang Hong's left arm with his backhand, and with a powerful move, he pulled it to the side, and at the same time, he kicked up with his knee with the force of thunder, hitting Tang Hong's waist.

There was a muffled sound of "bang".

The two people who just brushed against each other separated immediately.

Tang Hong was halfway through the collision, and he became a shrimp with a bent waist. His feet were off the ground and flew into the air. He was knocked back by a knee.

The speed of both sides was too fast for ordinary people to see clearly, even Song Chi could not see the doorway.

Tang Tiejin, with gray hair, saw everything clearly, with a bit of surprise in his eyes, and his eyes were fixed on Zuo Lingquan, as if he was looking for some clues.

"This..."

The others realized it later, and only saw what happened after Tang Hong was kicked out.

But the two people off the court moved too fast, and they had no time to think.

Tang Hong was hit by a knee in the abdomen, and the moment he landed, he bounced back, as fast as thunder.

Zuo Lingquan succeeded in one move, and realized that Tang Hong was extremely fast, but he did not feel any trace of the flow of true energy, so he had to continue.

He did not wait for Tang Hong to get close, and stomped his feet on the ground, rushing to Tang Hong first.

Seeing Tang Hong's punch coming, Zuo Lingquan used Tang Hong's method just now, raised his hand to dissolve the fist, and at the same time, he hit Tang Hong's arms with a stick.

Bang

The stick is very powerful in the secular world, and those who are hit will either be injured or disabled.

Tang Hong was knocked out again without surprise, and let out a muffled groan.

Both punches were broken, and Tang Hong knew that he was no match for Zuo Lingquan in a fist-and-foot fight. He fell to the weapon rack on the side of the field, raised his hand to sweep out two eyebrow-high sticks, and picked up one and stepped forward again.

This set of movements was smooth and flowing, and there was no sign of any disadvantage.

But there were many experts present. Seeing Tang Hong being knocked away twice and changing his weapons, they knew that Tang Hong had lost the fight. There was a cry of surprise from under the eaves.

Zuo Lingquan caught the stick and shook it lightly while running. The stick made a "pop" sound. He used spear skills.

Zuo Lingquan's spear skills were not as good as the sword skills he had practiced for many years, but the "Zhongping Sword" evolved from the "Zhongping Spear", and his spear skills were only slightly worse than the peak sword skills.

Tang Hong was different. Bitan Villa was famous for its boxing skills. Tang Hong didn't even practice boxing and kicking well, so other weapons were not worth mentioning. He took advantage of his strong physical foundation.

The two sides immediately engaged in close combat.

Tang Hong shook the stick lightly in his hand and raised his hand to chop it fiercely.

Zuo Lingquan was too lazy to fight with this opponent who had nothing but speed. He turned around and swept across the wilderness, hitting Tang Hong's lower body.

Tang Hong naturally lifted his feet off the ground and jumped back.

But the moment Zuo Lingquan's eyebrow-high stick swept under Tang Hong's body, he kicked the stick with his right foot and kicked the eyebrow-high stick towards Tang Hong's crotch.

Tang Hong pressed down with his eyebrow-level stick and tried to block, but this was all due to Zuo Lingquan's calculation. He took advantage of the situation and stabbed Tang Hong's waist and abdomen with a lightning-fast "Zhongping Spear".

rustle

The speed of the eyebrow-qi stick suddenly increased, causing an explosion in the rain.

Tang Hong was led away by the routine from beginning to end, and he was unable to resist. Even if he forced himself to turn sideways, he would inevitably be stabbed in the side.

The eyebrow-level stick pierced Tang Hong's robe in the blink of an eye, grazing his skin and making a slight muffled sound.

This muffled sound is obviously not the sound that a wooden stick should make when it rubs against flesh. It sounds more like the sound of a stick being stabbed on a tree trunk with too much force and the stick being bounced away.

Zuo Lingquan was very familiar with this kind of sound. The golden body of the fourth-level monk in Linggu was impeccable. It was difficult to scratch with ordinary swords. It was this kind of sound and feel when he stabbed it with a wooden stick without sharp angles.

There is no way to fake the Immaculate Golden Body. The Tang Hong in front of him is at least at the fourth level of Linggu!

After confirming that Tang Hong was a practitioner, Zuo Lingquan didn't show any signs of abnormality. He stabbed the stick in the air and swept across it, trying to hit Tang Hong's side.

Tang Hong was so overwhelmed by Zuo Lingquan that he lost all control. Seeing that Zuo Lingquan succeeded with the stick, he pursued the victory and showed some flaws. He seized the opportunity and stabbed Zuo Lingquan in the chest with the stick.

Zuo Lingquan feigned panic and hurriedly stopped and retreated, letting the stick stop just right on his chest, and the two sides came to an abrupt stop.

"Oh..."

The two men moved too fast, and they exchanged no more than two or three moves. The celebrities in the world who were watching under the eaves basically didn't see much clearly. When they saw that the two of them had finished the fight, they let out a burst of exclamation.

Tang Tiejin breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this scene, but there was also a bit of suspicion in his eyes.

Tang Hong stood upright, with a piece of his clothes torn around his waist, and he blocked the gap with his left sleeve. He held the eyebrow-leveling stick in his right hand and pointed it at Zuo Lingquan's chest. Still feeling a little frightened, he said:

"Good work, young hero."

Zuo Lingquan simply threw away the stick and showed admiration:

"Tang Zhuangzhu is very skilled, I am convinced."

Tang Hong put away his eyebrow stick and said with a hearty smile:

"The young hero will become a great man in the future. I am afraid that in another two or three years, Tang's position as the leader of Zezhou will change hands."

Many people in the world saw that Tang Hong had lost half his strength in boxing and kicking skills, and they also exclaimed:

"Yes, it's a good thing that the young hero is from the capital, otherwise my little Zezhou would have to change things from now on."

Song Chi was a master of martial arts, and the physical limitations of an ordinary man prevented him from seeing clearly the details of the fight between the two sides. However, he felt that if Zuo Lingquan could suppress Tang Hong with his fists and kicks, it would be impossible for him to lose to Tang Hong, who had little martial arts attainment, with a stick.

Song Chi thought about it secretly and realized that Zuo Lingquan was deliberately hiding his clumsiness, so he didn't say much and just took advantage of the situation and said:

"It seems we are still close, so let's call it a day. In two years, I will take my nephew to ask Master Tang for advice."

Tang Hong responded with a few words with a smile, and then returned to the hall with Zuo Lingquan. Because his clothes were wet from sparring in the rain, he had to go down and change clothes. Zuo Lingquan was also taken to the guest room by his servants.

Jiang Yi looked at Loneliness from the side, and followed Zuo Lingquan to the guest room of the villa. After the door was closed, she went in and asked softly:

"Did you lose the fight?"

Zuo Lingquan first made a shushing gesture, checked around the room for a moment, and after making sure no one was eavesdropping, he lowered his voice and said:

"Tang Hong is definitely a monk at the fourth level of Linggu and above, and he deliberately hid the traces of his practice. As for whether it is related to the skeletons in Dahuang Ridge, it is not clear."

Jiang Yi stood behind, helped take off Zuo Lingquan's robe, frowned and said:

"When something goes wrong, there must be a monster. The distance is so close, it is impossible for the two things to be completely unrelated. What should we do now?"

Zuo Lingquan took off his pants: "First confirm the information, and then ask the Demon Detective Department for help and ask them to send someone to deal with it."

"Um...eh?"

Jiang Yi was analyzing carefully when she suddenly saw Zuo Lingquan standing naked in front of her. She was so shocked that she turned around quickly and said with some embarrassment:

"what you do?"

Zuo Lingquan didn't blush at all, turned around, took the robe from Jiang Yi, and said with a smile:

"Change your clothes, you ran in after me."

"You won't go behind the screen to change?"

"It's not like I haven't seen it before."

"Who has seen it? I've never seen it."

"Then take a good look. Do you want to touch it?"

"You... bah... pervert."

"hehe……"--

After the interlude, the conversation in the Bilian Hall turned to the discussion just now. Everyone spoke highly of Zuo Lingquan and Tang Hong's skills.

The lively scene lasted until the end of the dinner, and the guests dispersed one after another.

Guests from all walks of life had a long way to go, and it was impossible to leave immediately after eating. They were all led by the villa servants to the guest rooms to rest.

Song Chi was senior, and Zuo Lingquan was in the limelight again, so he was arranged by the Tang family alone in a graceful garden at the back of the villa.

Yayuan is surrounded by mountains and rivers, and the environment is excellent. It will not be disturbed by others, but its purpose is obviously not just to entertain distinguished guests.

After Tang Hong, the owner of the villa, sent the guests down to rest, he came alone to the ancestral hall behind the villa.

The ancestral hall is surrounded by willow trees, and you can faintly hear the sound of water flowing, but it is not very clear under the rain curtain, as it seems to be coming from underground.

Tang Tiejin, who was eighty years old, sat cross-legged alone on the futon in the ancestral hall. The drunkenness from the heavy drinking during the banquet had long dissipated. With clear eyes, he looked at the ancestral tablets and recalled the past.

Bitan Villa is an out-and-out aristocratic family, not a wealthy family. It is rooted in Qi'an County, Zezhou, and its ancestors have not produced any monks.

In the first half of his life, Tang Tiejin was just a man in the world. He had heard about the affairs of the Immortal Family in the 'Nine Southern Sects', but the affairs of the people on the mountain had nothing to do with ordinary people like them, so he never paid much attention to them.

Tang Tiejin had been struggling in Zezhou for half his life, and finally gained some fame. He thought that like his ancestors, when he got old and retired from the world, his life would be over.

But what he didn't expect was that when he was forty years old, a young man came down from the mountain and destroyed the reputation he had accumulated for half a lifetime with just three punches and two kicks.

Tang Tiejin was definitely not convinced, but Song Chi was young but his fists were very old. From the day he saw it, he knew that it would be unattainable in this life.

Ever since, Tang Tiejin had the evil idea of ​​going out to look for an expert from outside the world and give him some advice so that he could regain his lost face.

This idea is ridiculous. If you are over six years old, ordinary small sects will not let you in, and large sects will not be able to find a place, let alone seek advice from experts.

But Tang Tiejin just found a way.

At that time, he ran to the capital to inquire around. He originally wanted to find the 'Iron Mansion', but he accidentally ran into the Falling Soul Abyss. He got lost and wandered around, accidentally fell into a hole, and found a pool.

The pool was bottomless, and there was a lone black carp in it.

He felt surprised and wanted to pick it up and take a look, but he never thought that the carp bit off a piece of flesh and blood on his hand and swallowed it whole. He was so angry that he took a knife to chop it, but before the knife fell, the water surface was frozen. The ice blocked the knife and did not hurt the carp at all.

Tang Tiejin was not stupid. He knew carp was a good thing, so he ran to get a few wild animals, lured them with flesh and blood, and then said good words to abduct them.

Carp could not understand the human language at that time, but understood what he meant.

After feeding for a long time, the carp gradually stopped biting, and finally vomited a bead.

Tang Tiejin ate the beads and was unconscious for an unknown period of time. When he woke up, his limbs felt stronger than when he was twenty years old. The old injuries and hidden injuries from previous years were gone, and he even had the ability to "expose his true energy". Immortal magical powers.

As if Tang Tiejin had found a treasure, he swore on the spot that he would offer the carp as an ancestor from now on. Then he picked up the carp and brought it back to Zezhou.

Tang Tiejin was originally a well-known person and not a very evil person, but when he served the carp with chicken, duck and fish meat, the carp was not satisfied and only liked the first bite of human flesh.

At first, Tang Tiejin gritted his teeth and cut his own flesh to feed for a few days, but you can imagine how much perseverance it took to cut the flesh, and finally gave up.

Under the temptation of strength and immortality, Tang Tiejin had evil intentions for the first time and went to the deep mountains and forests to kidnap a drug farmer who was digging for medicine.

From that day on, Tang Tiejin no longer had any scruples in doing things and fell into the devil's path.

It had been forty years since this time. Tang Tiejin had already forgotten how many people he had killed. He was focused on immortality, trying his best to please the carp and asking for the orb that could temper the body.

But it takes many years for carps to vomit a bead. They grow bigger and bigger, and their food intake gradually increases. They become addicted to eating people. If they feed chickens, ducks, cattle, and sheep for too long, they will go crazy and make noises.

Tang Tiejin had to pretend with her son that they were in a villa, and then went out in rotation to catch people from remote mountain villages as food in other prefectures and counties, trying to feed one person every month.

Tang Tiejin knew how powerful the man on the mountain was. As long as his actions were discovered, he would definitely suffer an eternal fate. These things must not be known to outsiders, especially those in the practice. Even if there is a possibility of exposure, they must be eliminated in advance. He simply Can't afford to gamble...

Tap tap tap

The sound of footsteps awakened Tang Tiejin, who was deep in thought.

Tang Hong walked into the ancestral hall, looked at the floor under his feet, and said:

"Dad, the young man Song Chi brought today doesn't look simple."

"It is impossible for an ordinary person to reach that level so quickly. I am probably a practicing person. To be able to be on par with you means that he is of high moral character, but he is very young. I am afraid he has a big backer behind him."

Tang Hong thought the same way. He sat down on the futon next to him and asked:

"How to deal with it?"

Tang Tiejin hesitated for a moment and looked at the memorial tablet of his ancestors:

"He deliberately hid his cultivation to compete with you. I'm afraid he has begun to doubt us. If he doesn't keep silent, he will be discovered sooner or later."

"If he is killed, the backer behind him will be found..."

"Paper can't contain the fire. If we don't kill him and let him go, he will come back sooner or later with others. After silencing him, we will immediately leave with the Yu Ancestor. As long as we can escape from the jurisdiction of the Nine Sects, we won't have to worry about him in the future."

"What about the Villa?"

"This is how you practice a Tao. If you are a relative in this world, you and I should have let it go a long time ago."

Tang Hong nodded slightly, said no more, stood up and walked into the dim rain curtain outside the ancestral hall with Tang Tiejin...——

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