The Retirement of the Demon Lord

"What dream did you have that made you so fascinated by it?" Mei Qian asked with a smile.

"I dreamed that I met a few young masters, and was besieged by two of them, Yuntiangong Sihezhang, one of the strongest six palms in Jianghu, and Hongquan, one of the strongest six fists in Jianghu, and finally was besieged by one of Jianghu's strongest six fingers. Yi Yang refers to the sneak attack and unconscious." When Hong Qi mentioned this experience, he felt that the more he said it, the more absurd it became, after all, the powerful sects that inherited these peerless martial arts were separated from east, west, north and south, and they couldn't fight each other. How could the relationship between the two appear at the same time, "It should be because I have been restless recently, and the dreams that I have been dreaming are extremely unbelievable."

"It's a little bit unbelievable...but you're not dreaming." Mei Qianxiao sneered, and suddenly threw the chopsticks out of the window. After the chopsticks flew out of the window, they turned a 90-degree bend and flew to the side.

Then I heard "Aah".

"Someone!" No matter how sluggish Hong Qi was, he should have known that someone was hiding outside the window, and rushing towards him with both palms.

But he was stopped by Mei Qianxiao.

"You don't have to go, they will deliver them to your door." After Mei Qianxiao finished speaking, she shouted out the window, "Bring back the chopsticks for Lao Tzu!"

After a while, the door of the box was pushed open with a few symbolic knocks, and five men with different temperaments and attire walked in carelessly.

When Hong Qi saw it, it was the five people who fought after he followed him. He immediately slapped the table fiercely and jumped up to fight again.

Mei Qianxiao grabbed him again: "Why are you stinking beggars not being polite at all, don't jump on the table, I will eat the ashes of your shoes when I will eat?"

"Meijin Yiwei, they are..."

Before Hong Qi finished speaking, the five people and Hong Qi saw that the arrogant aura disappeared without a trace, and they all greeted each other with a smile: "Big Brother!" "Master Uncle!" "Boss!" ""dross!"

Hong Qi's mind was confused when he heard the messy names... and it seemed that there were inexplicable and appropriate names mixed in.

But after all, I figured out that these people and Mei Qianxiao should be old acquaintances!

"I'll just say, after killing a stinky beggar halfway through, the movement was so big, it must have been exposed." The most arrogant aristocrat before turned back and said to the crowd.

roll! You've been exposed since Lao Tzu stepped out of the General Constitution of Gongwei Si, Shabi.

As a master of the spiritual realm, brother, can you still not react at all when you stare at it like this? That kind of wicked gaze that wants to watch a good show makes my brother's spine go cold!

When Mei Qianxiao was testing at the gate of Gongweisi, he immediately found out that these few people and the eight killers were paying attention to him. Although he really didn't want to see these people like this at this time, since they have all come, don't waste it, and plan to let them do some rough work.

Yimei Qianxiao's original intention was to bring the killer to the suburbs, and then lure the killer to meet the five sapis, and he sat back and enjoyed it.

But who would have thought that the mantis catching the cicada oriole was behind, and the five sapis was followed by a Hong Qi! Although Mei Qianxiao has a keen sense of six senses, he still cannot detect that someone is following these five people in the lively Nanjing! The tail behind him is too unusual!

So before his trick to defraud the labor force was successful, he was disturbed by Hong Qi, who was killed in Hengli.

Worrying that the sudden fight of these guys would disturb the real killers, Mei Qianxiao had no choice but to rush out of the city to take the killers away, alas, to get enough food and clothing by herself.

It's not hard to guess the reason why Hong Qi is here. It should be because he came to Gongweisi to find him because he was so late. Then he found that there were five such conspicuous guys behind him. Hong Qi was afraid that he would be blind to find out, so he followed them again...

In fact, everyone has guessed the inside story, and at most there is only one Hong Qi who doesn't know. So, Mei Qianxiao didn't bother to explain, so he just opened his mouth and scolded the most ostentatious noble boy: "Oh, what's wrong with Duan's self-proclaimed handsome face? Now? You need to be beaten again? Look at the face of a cucumber that has been patted on the cutting board..."

After Hong Qijing's eyebrows and a thousand smiles, he realized that the noble son's face was bruised twice, showing a little embarrassment.

The arrogant aristocratic son was stunned by Mei Qianxiao, and he covered his face and sat to the side, while the others laughed happily.

The noble son can only blame himself. After he made a sneak attack on Hong Qi just now, he was so complacent that he couldn't hold back his mouth and put a map cannon... No, the other people who were stepped on immediately "teach me".

His martial arts were not as good as Hong Qi's. Hong Qi singled out the other two and fled up and down. Not to mention him, of course he was beaten up and could not fight back.

Looking at the situation, Hong Qi probably guessed that he seemed to have made a mistake. He put his palms away and sat down, but he still stared at a few people vigilantly: "Meijin Yiwei, do you know them?"

"I don't know!" Hong Qi asked simply, with an embarrassing smile on his face, "What are you doing here? Get out of here! I'm talking about Nanjing... No, the Central Plains! Get as far as you go! "

"I'll pay for this table." The man in blue interjected gracefully.

"Ahem, Qizai, let me tell you, I do know all these people, the wine and meat friends, the most unfamiliar kind of wine and meat friends." Mei Qianxiao immediately turned her mouth and gestured for them to sit down and put it here. Just be your own home.

"Your friend?" Hong Qiyi swept over five people, and none of them looked like ordinary people. It was hard to imagine that a little Jinyiwei with a bad reputation in the district could meet such a friend.

"Uncle Shi, won't you introduce us to your new friend?"

The man in Taoist plain clothes respectfully took off his chopsticks from his hair bun and returned his brows with a thousand smiles. A string of blood beads flowed from his forehead, and he seemed to be very indifferent... Hearing the sound, Hong Qi probably judged that it should be screaming from the window just now. The one who made a sound.

These are not important. Hong Qi doesn't have less questions now because they met Mei Qianxiao~www.readwn.com~ On the contrary, there are more and more question marks on his head... What the **** is this "Master Uncle"? ! Judging from the appearance of this man, he should be a disciple of that Taoist temple, why would he call Master Mei Qianxiao Master Uncle? !

This matter is actually quite simple. Zhang Sanjian asked his master to take his brother to Wudang Mountain to negotiate because he found out that Taiji magic had been stolen. Who wants to find out that my brother has a deep understanding of Taiji magic and is very compatible with Taiji magic, which is rare in the world. Zhang Sanjian, who does things according to his mood and hobbies is a random acceptance of disciples, immediately appointed his brother as a direct disciple, and asked him to stay in Wudang Mountain to accompany him to devote himself to cultivation.

Of course, the master did not agree that the apprentice who had worked hard to pull the seedlings to help the free-ranging type to give it to others for nothing, had a fight with Zhang Sanjian. I don't know how old Zhang Sanjian is, how can it be a fuel-efficient lamp, who says that if he has learned Taiji magic, he is a Wudang person, unless the martial arts are abolished.

The master is so shameless and scolded the scum who has won 96 wins and never lost a single one, and actually scolded Zhang Sanjian for not winning... Of course, the record of 96 consecutive victories also has the element of force suppression, but this time he also beat If I don't win Zhang Sanjian...then I'm blasted down the mountain.

Brother escaped only after breaking through Zhang Sanjian's seven-star formation, and he would never go to Wudang Mountain again after being beaten to death.

But Zhang Sanjian didn't change his original intention. He kept shouting that he had accepted the eighth disciple, and the seven real masters of Wudang had to change their name to the eighth real master... Fortunately, no one was caught and kowtowed. Just temporarily shelved.

According to their seniority in Wudang, Brother Ruo is the same generation as the old antiques of the Seventh True Jue, and it is not too much for this kid to call him a master uncle...