Dreams lead to ancient times? I am really not an ancient Taoist ancestor

Chapter 27: Lu Xuan from the shanty town comes to visit! (The previous chapter has been slightly modified)

This rain was extremely heavy. It started from Donghai City and gradually spread to the entire Langya Province. The mountain rain was about to come, but the mountain rain had already arrived.

After putting Grandpa Wu down who was nailed to the wooden house, Lu Xuan's voice was very calm, so calm that it was a bit scary.

"So, who is it?"

"It's the White Elephant Martial Arts School!" A young man wiped the rain off his face: "It's the White Elephant Martial Arts School!"

"White Elephant Martial Arts School?" Lu Xuan lowered his head slightly: "I understand."

"Boy Lu, what do you want to do?" Butcher Zheng crawled over and warned loudly: "Don't do stupid things, don't hit an egg with a stone. If you really want revenge, I will go too!"

Great sadness flashed in his eyes:

"Then the old ladies can't come back. I don't have much interest in being alone anymore. My house is still intact. Mr. Lu, it's yours. The stall in the vegetable market is also given to you. Live well and live well."

Lu Xuan knelt down and held Butcher Zheng's hand:

"Uncle Zheng, I am a practitioner."

"What?" Butcher Zheng looked up blankly, looking through the fine spring rain, he saw the young man's calm and scary face, and also saw the long sword in his hand that came from nowhere.

The long sword was stained with rainwater and reflected the cold light. Just one glance at it made my heart and lungs feel cold, and the cold air penetrated all the way to my bones.

Nice sword.

This thought flashed through Butcher Zheng's mind.

At this time, the young man was supporting Butcher Zheng with his left hand and holding a sword in his right hand, squatting in the rain.

He turned his head and said:

"Xiao Xu, take care of everyone, I'll leave for a while."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lu Xuan felt his wrist being tightly grasped by Butcher Zheng.

"do not go!"

"Don't worry, Uncle Zheng." Lu Xuan said softly, "I will bring Mrs. Zheng and everyone back safe and sound."

After a pause, he seemed to be talking or talking to himself:

"I have killed two people in my life, once on the way to escape seven years ago, to protect myself, and once in the inspection office a few days ago, in order to eliminate harm. This time, it was to eliminate harm, revenge, and to protect me. Protect myself and those around me.”

Butcher Zheng was at a loss, a little at a loss, and didn't quite understand what Lu Xuan meant.

The young man stood up slowly, letting the rain splash on his tattered clothes, and said:

"I am still very weak and cannot rectify the world, nor can I seek justice for the lives of the people in that city, but now I can show the sword in my hand here to shock and frighten them."

Butcher Zheng was speechless, and the young man beside him was at a loss. On the contrary, Wu Xiaoxu, the youngest, seemed to have guessed something.

He asked with a trembling voice:

"Brother Xuan, if you bleed too much, you may be in greater trouble later."

Lu Xuan smiled:

"The trouble will only be with me. Before I die, the shanty towns will be worry-free."

“Besides, if the shanty towns can bleed, why can’t they?”

After that, he turned around and strode away, and the residents of the shanty towns stared blankly at him as he walked away.

When the figure was about to disappear in the rain, the young man turned back and asked seriously:

"By the way, where is the White Elephant Martial Arts School?"

"Let me show you the way."

Butcher Zheng said loudly.

"good."

Lu Xuan picked up Butcher Zheng, whose legs were broken, and walked quickly through the pouring rain.

Baixiang Martial Arts School.

It is said to be a martial arts hall, but it actually occupies an extremely large area, with everything from practice fields to courtyards. It is more like a courtyard that has been expanded ten times.

At this time, the main house.

"Boy," an old man frowned and said, "You should do less of this kind of thing. If word spreads, our White Elephant's reputation will be ruined!"

Bai Kaian didn't take it seriously and said with a smile:

"What are you afraid of? They are just some mud-legged people in shantytowns. Even if the news really spreads, with three martial arts masters like my uncle here, who would dare to cause trouble?"

"Your father just passed away!" The old man continued to warn, and then tapped his cane: "But since I have done everything, let's forget it. I don't mean to blame you, I just want you to stop doing these things in the future."

Another uncle also smiled:

"Okay, Kai'an is actually doing a good job. Who would have thought that the shantytowns are actually quite profitable? I guess I should charge more for the case."

Bai Kaian said with a smile:

"I have actually thought about it carefully. We are in chaos now. No one will care about such a small thing. Even if the four major martial arts schools know about it, they won't say anything."

After a pause, he said again:

"Okay, three uncles, I've finished explaining them, can you go?"

"In such a hurry?" an uncle laughed and scolded: "It's so difficult for you to chat with us old guys!"

Bai Kaian scratched his head in embarrassment:

"No, it's just that among the group of women captured from the shantytown this time, there was a little girl who was particularly moist. I originally planned to taste it first in the shantytown, but was interrupted by a dead old man."

As he said that, he glanced at the heavy rain outside the window, and his smile became even brighter:

"It's a good time to spend the night in the spring rain. When it's over, we can sell them to the black market in the west of the city. It's a huge sum of money, which will just stabilize the negative impact of my father's death!"

"Okay, okay, go get you!" the old man said helplessly: "Young people are very angry, so you should restrain yourself properly and don't hurt your kidney essence, so as to avoid more bumps in the road to practice!"

"Okay!" Bai Kaian responded and ran out quickly.

After he left, the three old guys looked at each other in a strange silence, with different thoughts.

After a long time, one of them said lightly:

"Let me be honest, even if you want to be the owner of this hotel, but you want to please that kid too much, you don't have to, right?"

The other two people looked at each other, and the eldest among them said calmly:

"You're all a thousand-year-old fox, what kind of gossip are you doing here? Your tactics to win over are the most outrageous. I'll call Old Zhong in the black market and let him know in advance."

"Then I'll report it to the Grand Martial Arts Hall and say that it was the shanty town that caused the trouble first!"

"Well, what should I do? That's all, go to sleep, go to sleep!"

While the three of them were talking, suddenly.

‘Tuk, Tuk, Tuk! ’

"Who's knocking on the door?" The old man frowned subconsciously, and then his expression froze.

This place is at least a hundred or two hundred meters away from the gate of the martial arts hall. It is raining heavily at this time. How could the knock on the door reach here?

"It seems that we have a visitor." Another uncle squinted his eyes slightly: "I just don't know whether he is a hospitable visitor or a hostile visitor."

The words were not finished.

‘Tuk, Tuk, Tuk! ’

The knock on the door rang again, obviously not loud, but strangely penetrated the continuous rain and resounded throughout the Baixiang Martial Arts Hall.

Then there was a calm voice.

"In the shantytown, Lu Xuan came with his elder Zheng Shan to kill."

The three uncles looked at each other and their expressions changed slightly.

"It seems that he is a bad visitor."