Become a legend in Hong Kong

Dugu Yifang has been in the world for many years and has strong swordsmanship. Ten years ago, he was a tycoon who was as famous as Xiong Ba. Their martial arts skills were equally matched.

But that was before, not anymore.

Xiong Ba has mastered the three points and returned to his vitality. He looks down upon the world and no longer takes Dugu Yifang seriously. In the entire Wushuang City, only Dugu Sword Master is regarded by him as his real opponent.

Even so, Dugu Yifang's martial arts cannot be underestimated. In a head-on confrontation, Bu Jingyun has no chance of winning.

If you can't understand clearly, then you can only play tactics.

On the day of Dugu Yifang's 60th birthday, people from the Tianxiahui poisoned the banquet wine with poison, which was colorless, tasteless, corrosive to the intestines and bones. All 300 people, including Dugu Yifang, were poisoned.

With his strong internal strength, Dugu Yifang was not dead for a while, but the others were not so lucky. They wailed miserably in the rain, but died in a moment.

The soldiers and horses of the World Congress arrived, and the masters in the city rushed to the streets. Wushuang City no longer had an impregnable defense. The army led by Bu Jingyun drove straight in and killed Dugu Fang at the bedside.

The barely breathing Dugu Fang raised his hand and touched the Wushuang Sword. Bu Jingyun snatched it away with a wave of his hand, and chopped off the head on his neck with one sword.

Bu Jingyun left with the Wushuang Sword and the head. Passing by the banquet courtyard, he found a child crying in fear under the table.

"Master, there are still people alive."

The two leaders, Bat and Ma Ying, looked at Bu Jingyun, waiting for him to make up his mind.

It stands to reason that for big shots like them, hundreds of heads would fall to the ground every minute. A mere child, a remnant of Wushuang City, should be killed. It was not worth asking Bu Jingyun for instructions.

But Bat and Ma Ying expressed their embarrassment. They were the two brothers who took the lead in massacring Bujia Village and brought Bu Jingyun back to Tianxiahui. They also killed Bu Jingyun's father with their own hands.

Years passed in the blink of an eye, and Bu Jingyun became the master of Feiyun Hall. He was a master of the Cloud Pavilion Palm. Xiong Ba once praised Bu Jingyun's martial arts as the strongest among his three disciples, and the Cloud Pavilion Palm was 70% as powerful as him.

The most terrifying thing is that the two of them were eating together in Feiyuntang, and they met Bu Jingyun without looking up.

It can only be said that for thirty years in Hedong and thirty years in Hexi, don't bully young people into poverty.

Life is such a torturous little fairy that it is not a big deal to watch the excitement, but life must be lived. Bu Jingyun never mentioned what happened in Bujia Village back then, and Bat and Ma Ying pretended not to know.

The scene in front of them was very similar to when Bu Jingyun was a boy. The two of them were afraid that killing the child directly would arouse Bu Jingyun's murderous intention, so as not to burn themselves out, they simply let Bu Jingyun make his own decision.

Looking at the shivering children under the corner of the table, Bu Jingyun narrowed his eyes slightly and remained silent for a long time, as if thinking of his former self.

After a moment, his expression turned cold. Living as an Avenger was too bitter and tiring. Instead of living in pain for the rest of his life, it was better to die and still be able to catch up with his parents and family on the road to hell.

"Cut the roots and kill him."

With these words, Bu Jingyun strode out of the banquet hall.

The cold wind whizzed around Ma Ying's neck, feeling that Bu Jingyun's words of 'cutting off the roots' meant killing him. He looked at Bat and Bat, who also swallowed his saliva.

Ma Ying raised his hand and waved, and soldiers from the Tianxiahui on both sides stepped forward with their swords and slashed at the children who ran out of the table.

Bang!

There was a loud noise, and the figure struck from outside the banquet hall like a cannonball, hitting the soldier and rolling several times before stopping.

Ma Ying and Bat were shocked, because the person who flew in was Bu Jingyun who had just walked out with a cold and proud face. He was beaten as soon as he finished his posture. This was too embarrassing...

No, all the famous masters in Wushuang City have fallen under the wine table. Who else can defeat Bu Jingyun?

Could it be Dugu Sword Master? !

Thinking of this powerful name, Ma Ying and Bat's scalps went numb. They were so frightened that they could not move. They stiffly turned their heads and looked towards the hall door outside the courtyard.

Today is Dugu Yifang’s 60th birthday. Although the sword master has been out of the world for many years, it is reasonable for him to come to celebrate his brother’s birthday. If he sees that his brother’s head is missing, 300 people in Wushuang City will die tragically...

"Gudu!" x2

The two prayed silently, anyone can come as long as they are not sword masters.

"Whoever comes, please tell me your name."

Bu Jingyun stood up and wiped the blood from his mouth, his cold face solemn and solemn.

It's embarrassing to say that he didn't see anything just now. He only saw a flash of red light and the Wushuang sword in his hand disappeared.

Immediately afterwards, he was hit with a palm in the chest. He felt top-heavy and the world was upside down. He returned to the hospital faster than when he left the house.

After two consecutive moves, without even seeing what the opponent looked like, Bu Jingyun's expression remained unchanged and he was extremely vigilant in his heart.

A master can't beat him.

but……

Looking at Dugu Yifang's head in his hand, Bu Jingyun guessed that the other person was not a member of the Dugu family, but maybe a member of the martial arts community who came to congratulate him, or simply someone who was just passing by.

In the misty drizzle, at the hall door, a young man in red robe slowly walked in holding a red umbrella.

As the umbrella slowly lifted up, the young man's appearance was revealed, his eyes were red and bleeding, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and his fangs were densely intertwined.

Good thoughts incarnate.

Ma Ying and Bat took a breath. The appearance of the visitor was unbelievable. He didn't know what kind of evil martial arts he had practiced to become so human and not like a ghost.

Looking at the unparalleled sword in the hand of the embodiment of kindness, Bu Jingyun frowned and said nothing. Just when Ma Ying and Bat were about to be crushed by the pressure, he ordered to retreat.

As if they were granted amnesty, the two people quickly evacuated with the people from Tianxiahui.

The incarnation of kindness glanced at the shivering children in the courtyard, frightened them into fainting with a kind smile, turned around and left with the unparalleled sword in hand.

After a while, the air under the drizzle turned cold, and the 'dead people' who had fallen under the table corner slowly got up. I don't know who discovered that Dugu Fang's head was missing, and Wushuang City became a mess.

As the largest city in the world, the population of Wushuang City is far more than 300 people. It can only be said that there are probably that many people who are related to the Dugu family.

Soon, news of heavy casualties in the outer city came, and it was confirmed that Tianxiahui Feiyuntang was responsible.

According to what the child said, the mystery of Feiyuntang's defeat was not only not revealed, but became more and more confusing.

Without him, it would be too weird and illogical.

Why didn't they die from the poison? Who is the identity of the mysterious man? Why did he only save them and not Dugu Yifang? What does taking away the Peerless Sword mean? Who will inform the sword master that his brother is gone?

And the most important thing is, who provides the drinks!

Wushuang City was in chaos that night, but the backbone of the force was still there. There was no talker who could calm the whole crowd, and a bunch of second-in-commands stood up...

At this time, Dugu Ming rushed to the gate of Wushuang City on horseback. Hearing the lively sounds inside, he patted his nose and bruised face, pretended that nothing happened, and walked in with a big smile.

Being beaten is nothing. No one in the world has ever been beaten. Today is my father’s 60th birthday. No matter how painful it is, I have to endure it and cry with a smile!

…

At the foot of the Leshan Giant Buddha, an oasis divides the waters, the river is clear, and there are villages in the distance, making it peaceful and peaceful.

The bamboo raft quickly shuttled across the water. Nie Feng was first surprised that there was no one on the bamboo raft to hold the pole and paddle. The progress relied entirely on the waves, but the speed was so fast. Then he looked at the place where King Nie Ren died and sighed repeatedly.

"Water flooded the knees of the Buddha, and fire burned Lingyun Cave..."

Nie Feng murmured to himself, secretly glanced at Liao Wenjie who was sitting cross-legged, and said cautiously: "Senior, it is rumored that there is a fire unicorn guarding this place. Did you encounter a fire unicorn when you entered Lingyun Cave?"

"There are no mythical beasts, but there is one strange beast. It's not serious."

Liao Wenjie looked at Nie Feng and said after a while: "With your current martial arts skills, trying to kill Huo Qilin to avenge your father is nothing more than a dream. You can practice for a few more years!"

Nie Feng felt a little embarrassed when his secret was revealed, and silently retreated to the side of Ni Bodhisattva, chatting with him about everything.

After two days, Nie Feng discovered that Liao Wenjie was actually a very talkative person, as long as you didn't interrupt when he was talking.

Otherwise, he will turn into a weirdo in an instant and try different tricks to torment you.

While walking on the bamboo raft, Nie Feng realized that something was wrong and whispered: "Senior, where are we going?"

"It's not where we're going, it's where I'm going. I never said I wanted to take you with me. It's you who brought it up with your shameful face."

"What the senior said is true, it's the junior who is being shameless."

Nie Feng nodded in recognition and asked, "Senior, where do you want to take the Clay Bodhisattva?"

"I live in Lingyun Cave. If I take him home, I will naturally go to Lingyun Cave, otherwise?"

"..."

Liao Wenjie asked back, which of course left Nie Feng speechless. He had always thought that the so-called "living in Lingyun Cave" meant living in seclusion in a nearby village. He never expected that it turned out to be a literal meaning.

"Your Excellency, I have no objection to you taking me into Lingyun Cave, but..."

Ni Bodhisattva spoke and touched her granddaughter's head: "Both Xiao Zhuizi's parents have died since she was young. I am his only relative. I can't bear to see her die in Lingyun Cave. Please take pity on her young age and let the bamboo raft move aside. I So that we can find a family willing to adopt her."

Liao Wenjie took the Ni Bodhisattva away for asking for divination, but for two days, he didn't mention it at all.

Mud Bodhisattva made some guesses, and roughly understood what he saw when he saw the Leshan Giant Buddha. As expected, Liao Wenjie planned to use his divination ability to find the Blood Bodhi in Lingyun Cave.

"If you raise your own children by yourself, they will always be stepfathers and stepmothers if you leave them to others."

Liao Wenjie didn't explain anything. Nie Feng stepped forward to persuade him, but he waved and threw him into the river.

After climbing onto the bamboo raft, Nie Feng whispered to Ni Bodhisattva that he would help solve the matter of the pigtails, so that Ni Bodhisattva should not take it to heart and go with peace of mind.

Soon, the bamboo raft stopped at the feet of the giant Buddha. Liao Wenjie waved his hand and brought down the air. The wind in the palm brought up the air current, carrying himself and the grandson of the Clay Bodhisattva and flew up into the air, straight to the entrance of Lingyun Cave.

Nie Feng used the Wind God Kick Kung Fu to catch up and looked warily at the caves extending in all directions. When he was young, he saw the fire unicorn sweeping away King Nie Ren. The psychological shadow was still there and he did not dare to take it lightly.

Liao Wenjie led the three of them to wander a hundred meters inside the cave, found a vent, and then threw down a few Blood Bodhisattva: "Ni Bodhisattva, you and your granddaughter have been living here in the past few days. When we finish talking about divination, If you count, I will let you go."

"???"

The Clay Bodhisattva looked at the Blood Bodhi, which was as red as a drop of blood. He was stunned and confused. All his guesses were overturned. He really couldn't figure out the reason why Liao Wenjie caught him, so he couldn't help but look at him with doubts.

"This is rations. If you eat Blood Bodhi, you don't need to eat."

"..."

Who the hell asked you this!

Also, how can something as precious as the Blood Bodhi be eaten casually? You know... you know...

How much rice can one blood bodhi be exchanged for?

Nie Feng sniffed the fragrance in the air and stood beside him, jumping up and down anxiously. As a warrior and owner of the mad demon bloodline, his body was full of desire for Blood Bodhi.

But his reserve prevented him from speaking. He could only look envious and swallow dryly.

In fact, Blood Bodhi has no fragrance, and the rare thing is the most precious thing. This is the smell that Nie Feng made up on his own.

But for some living beings, due to different structures, Blood Bodhi has a real smell that can be smelled from miles away.

"Hohohoho——"