Yue Buqun: I'm already cultivating immortality, why do I still want to be the leader?

Tongguan.

There has been no war for more than a hundred years.

Added to this, the strength of the civil service group.

As a result, the military equipment here has been abandoned, and the surrounding mountain villagers can enter and leave freely.

Over time, the prototype of a small county town has emerged.

Of course.

Although Tongguan is small, it has everything.

For example, Feng Buping feasted in a roadside wine shop.

After two days of running around, it is finally possible to rest.

Naturally, you have to treat yourself well.

Unscrew the wine pot.

The 20-year-old cellar aroma immediately wafted away.

The diners next to the wine shop.

Even a little beggar on the roadside kept twitching his nose.

But Feng Buping's image is that he is a tough guy who is not easy to mess with.

So no one dared to disturb him.

A bowl of wine.

A large plate of fine meat.

Feng Buping ate and drank with gusto.

Gulp!

A rough swallowing sound was heard.

Then there was a pungent sour smell.

Feng Buping frowned.

Because this meaning and the rough swallowing sound came from the little beggar at the corner of the alley.

At this time, the little beggar was slowly approaching with a flattering smile.

"Get out of here!"

"Don't disturb the appetite of the distinguished guests here!"

The owner of the wine shop came over and drove him away immediately.

"Wait a minute, Huashan Sect hero."

The little beggar said with a smile: "I have a business deal to discuss with you."

While speaking.

He stretched his neck very long.

It seemed that he wanted to smell as much wine as possible.

"Oh?"

"How did you, a little beggar, know that I am from Huashan Sect?"

Feng Buping was very curious.

As a result, the little beggar pointed at the elder token on Feng Buping's waist and said, "I don't know many words, but I still remember the two words [Huashan]."

"You are quite clever."

Feng Buping's original disgust gradually turned into a little appreciation.

But that was all.

He was not a hero or a saint.

If the little beggar failed to produce something practical, he would not mind embarrassing the little beggar.

"Hero."

The little beggar seemed to be born without fear. He stared at the wine with a sly look and asked, "I have news that is vital to your life in Huashan. How about exchanging it for a bowl of wine and meat?"

"Sure."

"As long as the news is true, let alone some wine and meat."

"I can also give you a chance."

Feng Buping was interested.

Although he didn't think the little beggar in front of him could have any earth-shattering secrets.

But since he was here, he should make the best of it.

Just treat it as listening to a story.

"Yesterday evening."

"A group of great masters came to the pass."

The little beggar said very seriously.

Feng Buping was happy,Asked: "Do you know what a master is?"

"Because those people are riding expensive fast horses."

"I heard that each horse can be exchanged for a house here. How can ordinary people in the martial arts world afford it? Only those great masters can afford it."

At the end of the conversation, the little beggar said with a smile: "Just like the heroes, although they are light and simple, the wine they drink is the best wine that ordinary rich people can't afford."

"So?"

Feng Buping deliberately took a sip.

After causing the little beggar to swallow his saliva, Feng Buping sneered: "Tongguan, together with the east and west of Yongzhou, is a must-pass for many people. What's so strange about the appearance of a few martial arts masters?"

At this time, he was a little disappointed.

But he didn't want to embarrass the little beggar.

"But those great masters mentioned that this is a must-go road called Buping."

"They also mentioned that we should be careful of Huashan."

The little beggar said these two sentences in a very low voice.

Feng Buping's chopsticks suddenly froze.

His expression gradually became more serious from the casualness just now.

But soon.

Feng Buping asked suspiciously: "You followed them?"

"Hero, how dare I follow them."

"You Jianghu knights are the most generous, and there are often leftovers of wine and meat. Every time I can get some of it."

"Besides, I will try my best to brush the horses, wipe the clothes and shoes for the heroes every time. Even if there are no leftovers, I can ask for a few copper coins as a reward."

The little beggar was full of pride at the end.

Snakes have their own ways, and rats have their own ways.

Everyone who can survive in this terrible world has his own way of survival.

"Where are they?"

Feng Buping didn't waste any words.

"They came out early in the morning."

If the group of people had not left, how could the little beggar dare to sell this news.

The little beggar had seen many Beggars' disciples who died unclearly because of selling out the news.

Naturally, he tried his best to avoid repeating the same mistakes.

"Not bad."

"These are rewards for you."

Feng Buping stood up directly.

But before leaving, Feng Buping had an idea and asked: "Boy, what's your name?"

"Linghu."

The little beggar didn't say the details.

I don't know if he was avoiding it or misleading maliciously.

"Wait for me here for two days."

Feng Buping didn't think too much, and flew away after leaving a message.

Without waiting for the owner of the tavern to call for the bill.

He had disappeared into the street.

"I've made a fortune."

The little beggar looked at the wine and meat on the table.

There was also a silver ingot left by Feng Buping, and he wolfed it down without caring that the bowls and chopsticks were used by Feng Buping.

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Dense forest.

In the abandoned mountain temple.

Tang Ying'e, the Sixth Guardian of Songshan Mountain, was calm and focused, listening to every move outside.

But Zhang Cheng, the thief gun, and the others had been waiting for a long time, and their mood was extremely irritable.

"Will Feng Buping choose the water route?"

Zhang Cheng, the thief gun, began to make irresponsible guesses.

"No."

The little guard He Ying denied: "The Yellow River waterway is full of dangers. If it is not necessary, who would be willing to go upstream?"

Tieshanhu Wanyuan also denied: "Besides, even if you take the waterway, you have to travel a long way. Instead of going through so much trouble, it is better to take the official road of Tongguan directly."

"That's true."

Zhang Cheng also felt that he was overthinking.

"I am mainly worried that Feng Buping's swordsmanship is too strong."

Tiger-faced hero Li Bi said worriedly: "If we can't keep him, it means that our two factions will completely tear each other apart."

Others nodded one after another.

I agree with that.

After all, Feng Buping's amazing performance in the Demon-Slaying Conference impressed many people.

It also scared many people.

"Feng Buping's internal injuries have not healed."

"He can't even exert 70% of his full strength."

Tang Ying'e said coldly: "If we can't take down Feng Buping like this, how can we have the face to go back?"

Bang!

The roof of the mountain temple suddenly collapsed.

Countless broken tiles shot down like hidden weapons.

Overwhelming.

As dense as raindrops.

There was no room for the five masters of Songshan to dodge at all.