Too Reckless

The sound of rain outside the window is rushing and slowing.

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

After touching it for a while, there was no man beside me...

As for the man...

!

Jiang Yi woke up suddenly and raised her head.

The wind was calm in the house, and his belongings were placed on the table, but Zuo Lingquan disappeared.

She sat up quickly and looked at the open window - the sky outside was gray, and she couldn't tell whether it was morning or dusk; the little bird dumpling was a little bored, and walked up and down the window sill with eight-character steps, and saw her wake up. , hurriedly flapped its small wings and flew over.

"Huh..."

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

"Where did Zuo Lingquan go?"

"Gee."

Danzi opened the bird's beak and asked for a bird food first, and then raised his small wings and pointed out the window.

Jiang Yi got up and went to the ground, walked to the window and glanced at it, but saw Zuo Lingquan sitting on the tea stand below, with a pile of wine jugs next to him, a wine bowl in his hand, and a monopod on the bench. He said quite high:

"...At that time, the ladies of the surrounding counties heard that I and I were dueling on the city gate tower, and went to lay a floor under the city wall overnight and waited. Open, Song Lao guess what?"

"Those girls are yelling?"

"This made me look down on me, I fainted on the spot, and the rest stared blankly."

"Really? Who won the heads-up in the end."

"The fight didn't start, and the one on the other side was smashed by the lady below with eggs and vegetables before he even started. It sounds like an invincible victory."

"Haha, with the demeanor of the old man back then, come, let's go..."

……

? ? ?

Jiang Yi was stunned, she didn't expect Zuo Lingquan to drink so much with an unfamiliar old man in this unfamiliar place.

What is this all about?

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

"Cough cough."

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

"Let's go, let's follow Song Lao to Bitan Villa for a walk."

Jiang Yi slept a lot, didn't understand anything, and was a little puzzled. But she didn't say much. After packing her belongings, she went to the lobby to check out, 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 halfway of Qingquan Mountain. It is quite large in scale. It is surrounded by mountains and waters and surrounded by green forests.

This time, the villa's banquet was the 80th birthday of the old villa owner. All the famous Jianghu people in Zezhou were present. On the Liulin Avenue leading to the villa, people from Jianghu with knives and swords were everywhere.

Song Chi was the leader of the Jianghu in Zezhou, and he had a lot of prestige. He greeted various Jianghu friends along the way. Zuo Lingquan just followed behind, and he didn't mean to make friends or talk.

The two came to the gate of the villa with Song Chi. The owner of the villa, Tang Hong, heard the news and was very embarrassed, and came to the gate to greet him in person:

"Song Lao came to the door, and he missed a long way to greet him. I'm really ashamed..."

Song Chi was beaten to the ground ten times, but the grandmaster of Jianghu still had the bearing, and he was also very warm and polite.

Zuo Lingquan walked among the crowd and looked up - Tang Hong was wearing an ordinary brocade robe, with an aquiline nose, piercing eyes, and a very well-proportioned figure. ; As long as the practitioner does not show the mountains and dew, it is difficult to see the details from the outside, but he does not see whether there is any basis for the practice.

Zuo Lingquan followed into the villa and walked between the corridors, terraces, pavilions, and pavilions, and faintly felt that the water of the five elements in the villa was stronger than other places.

Jiang Yi put her eyes on the lotus pond outside the veranda - the lotus pond is quite large, and the water is green and clear, obviously living water; the villa is halfway up the mountain, the water source cannot come from the Shanling River, and there must be a spring mouth hidden in the villa.

After looking at it for a while, the two looked at each other, and both saw suspicion in each other's eyes—this villa is very likely the source of the Dahuangling skeletons.

But doubts are doubts, and the two of them couldn't 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...

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

It was raining lightly outside, the hall was brightly lit, and there were singers invited from the county town, dancing and singing in the hall.

Dozens of Taishi chairs and tea tables are placed on the left and right, and the famous Jianghu people in Zezhou are sitting among them.

Tang Tieqin, the old man with gray hair, sat at the top; Song Chi's position in the arena was second only to Tang Tieqin, sitting on the second seat, face to face with Tang Hong.

Zuo Lingquan had no name or surname, so he was not qualified to take a seat on this occasion. He just stood in front of Song Chi's apprentice with Jiang Yi and looked at the scene in the hall.

Everyone who can sit here knows each other. Sitting below Song Chi is a bald man who seems to have some status. After saying a few words, he started to fan the flames:

"When the old man of Tang was not confused, he met the old Song who had just come out of the mountain, and was suppressed by the Shaking Fist for 30 years; who would have thought that on the 80th birthday, the old Song congratulated the old man of Tang in return, What do you think this means?"

The people present were all from Jianghu, and their personalities were bright. It was common for them to laugh at each other. Some of them asked with a smile:

"The feng shui turns?"

The bald man waved his hand and said, "It's better to be good at hand, it's not as good as in bed; if you bury your head and practice all your life, it's better than having a good son."

"Hahaha……"

As soon as this statement came out, 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:

"Being able to give birth to a good son is also a skill. Who can let Song Chiguang be good at hand, but not good in bed; this old man has been suppressed by Song Chi for 30 years, so I won't be allowed to raise my eyebrows for 10 years?"

"Old villa master Tang, what's your ability to rely on your son's success? The younger generation has a way. Since you are good in bed, why don't you change the ring and compete with Song Lao in bed..."

"Hahaha……"

……

Hearing these vulgar words, Jiang Yi frowned slightly, but didn't say anything, just observed the depth of Tang Hong secretly.

Zuo Lingquan looked at it for a while, but couldn't understand Tang Hong's reality. After thinking about it, he walked behind Song Chi and whispered softly:

"Old Song..."

Song Chi was also laughing at the bald-headed man who was open-mouthed. Hearing this, he was stunned for a moment. He looked back, and after confirming that Zuo Lingquan was not joking, he nodded slightly, turned to look at everyone, and said with a loud laugh:

"It's all old bones with half a foot in the ground. No matter how old the sword is, it's not as good as a young man who is fierce in competition. The old man of Tang Lao Zhuang relied on his son to suppress Song for ten years. I'm convinced, but I didn't have the spirit My son, doesn't mean my unpromising junior."

As soon as these words came out, the joyful hall fell silent. Dozens of famous places in the world, all eyes moved to Song Chi.

The people present are all Jianghu people who have been fighting all their lives. They can clearly distinguish between ridicule and hiding a knife in laughter.

Song Chi's words were obviously not convinced and wanted to find a place.

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

"Ten years ago, Tang Hong took back the face of Bitan Villa at the banquet where Brother Song was washing his hands in a golden basin; today, Brother Song, is it because he wants his apprentice to take back his face on the 80th birthday of the old master? go?"

Tang Hong held the teacup and smiled peacefully: "Old Song's fist, no one in the room is convinced, I can win, and I take advantage of the 'fist is afraid of young people'. The two disciples of Song Lao are younger than me, but they want to find a place. , I'm afraid I have to practice for another thirty years."

This is not arrogant, even a little modest.

Everyone here is discerning. Song Chi's two apprentices can only be regarded as mediocre. Even if they practice for a lifetime, they will never reach Song Chi's height, let alone challenge Tang Hong.

Song Chi leaned on the Taishi chair, full of aura, raised his hand and pointed back:

"This is the distant nephew of the old man. He was in the capital in previous years. This time he went to Zezhou. Hearing that the old man was beaten for ten years, I felt embarrassed and wanted to make a name for my distant old uncle. So this time Bring it here, and call on the owner of Villa Tang."

Zuo Lingquan stood behind the Grand Master's chair, raised his hands and clasped his fists, his eyes were slightly rebellious:

"Junior Zuo is cold and greedy, I have seen two village owners."

Jiang Yi knew that Zuo Lingquan wanted to test Tang Hong's details, so she was not surprised.

Tang Tiejin and Tang Hong, father and son, both showed surprises and looked at Zuo Lingquan - apart from being handsome, they couldn't see much.

However, Song Chi has accumulated a lifetime of fame in the arena. No matter how old and confused he is, he can't pull an embroidered pillow out to show his ugliness. With Song Chi's recommendation, all the guests in the hall looked a little more serious, whispering and inquiring about the origin of this young man.

After Tang Hong looked at Zuo Lingquan a few times, he said with a smile:

"Song Lao's nephew is very powerful."

"What do you call a young man if you are not angry? When the owner of Villa Tang was looking for the old man ten years ago, he was even more imposing than him."

Tang Tiejin rubbed the teacup, thought about it, and said:

"The rivers and lakes are all about the back waves pushing the front waves. If you, nephew, can really beat Tang Hong today, why don't this old man continue to call you 'Song Daxia' in the future. Tang Hong, go to the meeting with Zuo Shaoxia, today is a good day, please don't hurt people."

The people in the lobby didn't expect to come to the banquet today, and they would be able to run into this kind of drama of young tigers and old dragons, and the atmosphere suddenly became enthusiastic.

Tang Hong didn't say much, stood up and motioned outside the lobby:

"Young Master Zuo, please."

Song Chi knew how powerful Tang Hong was. Even if he 'understood' Zuo Lingquan, he still turned his head and warned:

"It's a good thing to be young and energetic, but you don't have eyes on your fists, you can't be brave, you have to be generous in winning or losing."

After Zuo Lingquan nodded, he strode out of the Bilian Hall.

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Biliantang is backed by mountains and facing water, and there is a square white stone field outside the gate, which is where people from all corners of the world compete.

It was raining, and in the surrounding aisles and corridors, countless torches and lanterns were quickly lit up, illuminating the venue. The children of the Tang family in the villa also moved two rows of weapon racks to be placed in the surrounding area.

All the famous rivers and lakes in the lobby stood under the eaves outside the hall, looking forward to it.

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

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

Tang Hongnian is in his fifties, but he is tall and dignified, and looks very 'decent' from the outside. Seeing Zuo Lingquan's bare hands, he is a little surprised:

"Zuo Shaoxia doesn't need a sword. Do you want to start with fists and feet?"

Zuo Lingquan stood ten paces away from Tang Hong in accordance with the rules of the rivers and lakes, raised his hands and clasped his fists:

"I bring a sword, just because the sword is more dashing. I have learned a lot, and I can do everything."

There are many swords used in the rivers and lakes. It is indeed because the sword is more handsome. In fact, the sword's position in the martial arts is far inferior to the two big killers.

Zuo Lingquan said that he was carrying a sword for the sake of being chic, which was indeed magnanimous, but he was a bit too crazy to say anything.

Most of the Jianghu people present were dubious, even, but due to Song Chi's status in the Jianghu, no one showed sarcasm.

Tang Hong just nodded to this, spread his feet, put his fists one after the other, and put on a boxing frame:

"Tang's studies are quite complicated. I just hope that Zuo Shaoxia's fist can be as tough as his mouth."

"Hahaha……"

There was a burst of laughter from under the eaves.

Zuo Lingquan didn't say a word, and after a brief glance, he saw the approximate number of Tang Hong's paths.

Humans only have two hands and two feet, and no matter how many changes, they can't escape the constraints of the body frame. No matter in the previous life or this world, the number of martial arts that can be evolved is similar.

Tang Hong's boxing is similar to the boxing of "Bajiquan" in his previous life. The force is exerted on the heel, the line is on the waist, the fingertips are penetrated, the inch by inch is grasped, and the force is opened and hard, with great explosive power.

Seeing this, Zuo Lingquan also took a stance - his body slightly bowed, raised his left hand, spread his fingers out, his right hand was hanging under his elbow, ready to go.

It is often said that an expert looks at the doorway, and many famous people in the arena saw this stand, and their eyes became serious.

Song Chi stood with his hands behind his back and nodded slightly: "The popular boxing technique in Nanhuang takes the meaning of dragon, tiger, bear, snake, and crane. The shape of the gods is one, and the changes are endless. Look at this boxing, the fire is coming home."

Jiang Yi didn't understand at all, so she could only nod her head slightly, making the appearance of 'an expert sees the same thing'.

The two sides put on a stance and didn't say much.

Tang Hong stood between the rain curtains, turned his right hand, and ticked.

bang——

It was at this moment that Zuo Lingquan's figure was like a tiger pounce, turning into a black afterimage. He came to Tang Hong in the blink of an eye, smashed through the rain curtain with a punch, and hit Tang Hong directly at the door.

Tang Hong's eyes flashed with amazement, obviously he did not expect Zuo Lingquan to be so fast; but his reaction was not slow at all, his right hand was next to Zuo Lingquan's right arm shot, and he moved to the side. Into Zuo Lingquan's arms.

But as Song Chi said, Tang Hongqiang is fast and heavy, and his martial arts attainments are really not high. In the face of ordinary people like Song Chi, Tang Hong can use his speed to make up for his shortcomings in martial arts, but for Zuo Lingquan, who has a cultivation base next to him, this method obviously doesn't work.

Tang Hong was just a moment of counterattack, and Zuo Lingquan saw through his routine; he grabbed Tang Hong's left arm with a backhand, and with four or two strokes of a thousand pounds, he took advantage of the situation to move to the side, and his knees kicked up with thunder at the same time, hitting him. Tang Hong's waist.

Only a muffled sound of 'bang—' was heard.

The two who had just brushed themselves parted at one touch.

Tang Hong hit the mountain halfway, and he turned into a hunched shrimp, his feet lifted off the ground, and he was hit by a knee and flew backwards.

The speed of the two sides is too fast, it is impossible for ordinary people to see clearly, even Song Chi can't see the doorway.

The gray-haired Tang Tiejin saw everything clearly, with a bit of astonishment in his eyes, his eyes locked on Zuo Lingquan, as if he was looking for some clues.

"This……"

Others realized it later, and only after Tang Hong was kicked out did they see what happened.

But the two of them moved too fast off the court, and they didn't even have time to think.

Tang Hong hit a knee in the middle of his abdomen, and the moment he landed, he recoiled back, as fast as lightning.

Zuo Lingquan succeeded in one move and noticed that Tang Hong's speed was inhumanely fast, but he didn't feel any trace of the flow of true energy, so he had to continue.

He didn't wait for Tang Hong to get close, his feet stomped on the ground, and he rushed to Tang Hong first.

Seeing Tang Hong's punch, Zuo Lingquan raised his hand and opened his fist with Tang Hong's talent just now.

bang——

The power of Tieshan leaning on the world is huge, and those who are injured are disabled.

Unsurprisingly, Tang Hong was knocked out again and let out a grunt.

The two punches were broken. Tang Hong knew that the fist fight was not Zuo Lingquan's opponent, so he fell to the weapon rack on the sidelines, raised his hand and swept out two eyebrow-raising sticks, carrying one of his own and stepped forward again.

This set of actions is smooth and smooth, and there is no disadvantage in the slightest.

But there were a lot of experts present, and seeing Tang Hong being shot twice and changing weapons, they knew that Tang Hong had lost with all his might, and there was an exclamation from under the eaves.

Zuo Lingquan caught the Qimei stick, raised his hand and trembled as he was running, and the Qimei stick made a loud 'pop--', using a spear technique.

Zuo Lingquan's marksmanship is not comparable to the swordsmanship he has practiced for many years, but the 'Zhongping Sword' evolved from the 'Zhongping Spear', and his marksmanship is a little bit worse than the peak swordsmanship.

But Tang Hong is not the case. Bitan Villa is famous for his boxing skills. Tang Hong has not even practiced his boxing skills well. Needless to say, other weapons have taken advantage of his tyrannical body.

The two sides clashed in an instant.

Tang Hong's eyebrow-raising stick trembled slightly in his hand, and when he raised his hand, it was a slash.

Zuo Lingquan was really too lazy to fight against an opponent who had nothing but fast. He turned his body and swept across the eight wastes in one style, hitting Tang Hong in the next round.

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

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

Tang Hong pressed down with the eyebrow stick and tried to block, but this was all in Zuo Lingquan's calculations. He took advantage of the situation with a thunderous 'Zhongping spear' and stabbed Tang Hong in the waist and abdomen.

Sa——

The Qimei stick's speed suddenly soared, causing a loud bang in the rain.

Tang Hong was carried away by the routine from beginning to end, and he couldn't resist. Even if he was forced to turn sideways, he would inevitably be stabbed in the waist.

Qi Meizhu pierced Tang Hong's robe in the blink of an eye, rubbing his flesh and passing by, making a slight muffled sound of 'bang--'.

This muffled sound is obviously not the sound of a wooden stick rubbing flesh and blood. It sounds more like a stick stabbed on a tree trunk with too much force, and the stick is bounced off.

Zuo Lingquan is very familiar with this kind of sound—a fourth-level cultivator in Linggu has a golden body, and ordinary swords are difficult to cut through, so it is this kind of sound and feel when stabbed with a wooden stick without an acute angle.

The Wushou Golden Body can't be fake at all. The Tang Hong in front of him is at least in the fourth level of Linggu!

After confirming that Tang Hong was a practitioner, Zuo Lingquan did not show any strangeness. He stabbed the air with a stick and swept away, trying to hit Tang Hong's waist.

Tang Hong was crushed by Zuo Lingquan in a mess. Seeing that Zuo Lingquan succeeded with a stick and pursued with victory, he showed some flaws. Seizing the opportunity, he stabbed Zuo Lingquan in the chest with a stick.

Zuo Lingquan pretended to be panic, and hurriedly stopped and retreated, letting the stick stop just right on his chest, and both sides stopped abruptly.

"Huh..."

The two moved too fast, and they could only fight two or three moves. Basically, the famous rivers and lakes who were watching from under the eaves basically didn't see it clearly.

Seeing this scene, Tang Tiejin secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but there was a bit of suspicion in his eyes.

Tang Hong stood upright, with a piece of clothes torn around his waist, blocking the gap with his left sleeve robe. Holding the eyebrow-raising stick in his right hand, he tapped it on Zuo Lingquan's chest, still having a lingering lingering fear, he said:

"Young chivalrous man is good at kung fu."

Zuo Lingquan simply threw away the stick and looked in admiration:

"Tangzhuang master is very good, and he is convinced."

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

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

Many Jianghu people saw that Tang Hong had lost half the battle in boxing, and exclaimed at this time:

"Yeah, it's fortunate that the young man is from the capital, otherwise I, Xiao Zezhou, will have to change from now on."

Song Chi is a master of all corners of the world. The physical limitations of ordinary people prevent him from seeing the details of the fight between the two sides. However, he felt that if Zuo Lingquan could suppress Tang Hong with his fists and feet, it would be impossible for him to lose to Tang Hong, who was not very skilled in martial arts.

Song Chi pondered for a while, and realized that Zuo Lingquan was deliberately hiding his clumsiness, but he didn't say much, just said:

"It looks like it's still a little bit short, so let's stop here for today. After two years, I'll bring my nephew to Master Tang Zhuang for advice."

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

Jiang Yi watched the loneliness beside her, and followed Zuo Lingquan to the guest room of the villa. After the door was closed, she leaned in and asked in a low voice:

"You lost?"

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

"Tang Hong is definitely a monk from the fourth level of Linggu, and he deliberately hides the traces of his practice. As for whether it is related to the bones of Dahuangling, it is not clear."

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

"When something goes wrong, there must be a demon. It's so close that it's impossible for the two things to be unrelated. What should I do now?"

Zuo Lingquan took off his trousers: "First confirm the news, then ask for help from the Monster Hunting Division, and ask them to send someone to deal with it."

"Um... eh?"

Jiang Yi was seriously analyzing, when she suddenly saw Zuo Lingquan standing naked in front of her, she turned around in shock, and said a little embarrassedly:

"what you do?"

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

"Change your clothes, you ran in with you."

"Aren't you going to change behind the screen?"

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

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

"Then take a good look, do you want to touch it?"

"You... bah... color embryo."

"Ha ha……"

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After the interlude at the dinner, the topic in Bilian Hall turned to the discussion just now, and everyone praised Zuo Lingquan and Tang Hong for their skills.

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

The guests from all parties have a long way to come, and it is impossible to leave after dinner.

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

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

After sending the guests off to rest, the owner of the villa, Tang Hong, came to the ancestral hall behind the villa alone.

The ancestral hall is surrounded by willows, and the sound of water can be faintly heard, but it is not very clear under the rain curtain, as if it came from underground.

Eighty-year-old Tang Tiejin sat alone on the futon in the ancestral hall. The drunkenness of drinking during the banquet had long since dissipated. With clear eyes, he looked at the ancestral tablet and recalled the past.

Bitan Villa is an out-of-the-ordinary family of rivers and lakes.

In the first half of his life, Tang Tiejin was only a Jianghu person. He had also heard about the affairs of the immortal family within the "Nine Sects of the South", but the affairs of the people on the mountain had nothing to do with ordinary people like them, and he never cared about it.

Tang Tieqin spent half his life in Zezhou, and finally gained some fame. He thought that he would be like his ancestors. When he retired to 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 the mountain. With only three punches and two kicks, he destroyed the reputation he had accumulated for half his life.

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

So, Tang Tiijin had a crooked mind - he wanted to go outside to look for someone from outside the world, give him some advice, and ask him to get his lost face back.

This idea is ridiculous. If you are over six years old, ordinary small sects will not let you in, and the big sects will not be able to find a place, let alone ask someone for advice.

But Tang Tiejin found a way.

At that time, he ran to the capital to inquire about it. He wanted to find the "Iron Arrow House", but he accidentally ran into Luohunyuan. After getting lost, he wandered around, accidentally fell into a hole in the ground, and found a pool of water.

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

He was amazed and wanted to fish it out to take a look, but he never thought that the carp would bite off a piece of flesh and blood from his hand and swallow it; Bing, blocking the knife, did not hurt the carp in the slightest.

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

Carp didn't understand human words at that time, but he understood what he meant.

After being fed for a long time, the carp gradually stopped biting, and finally spit out a bead.

Tang Tiejin ate the beads and was in a coma for an unknown period of time. When he woke up, his limbs and bones felt stronger than when he was 20 years old. The old wounds from previous years were gone. Fairy magic.

Tang Tiejin, as if he had obtained a great treasure, swore on the spot that he would offer the carp as an offering to his ancestors, then he picked up the carp and brought it back to Zezhou.

Tang Tiejin was originally famous, and he was not considered a vicious person, but he served carp with chicken, duck, and fish meat, and the carp were not satisfied.

At first, Tang Tieqin cut his own flesh and fed it for a few days, but one can imagine how much perseverance it takes to cut the flesh, and he finally gave up.

Under the temptation of strength and immortality, Tang Tieqin was tempted for the first time. He went to the old forest in the deep mountains and **** a medicine farmer who was digging for medicine.

It was also from that day that Tang Tieqin did things without any scruples and fell into the devil's way.

It has been forty years since this feeding, Tang Tieqin had long forgotten how many people he had killed, and his mind was on longevity.

But the carp only spit out a bead for many years. It grows bigger and bigger, and its appetite gradually increases. It is addicted to cannibalism. If chickens, ducks, cattle and sheep are fed for too long, it will go crazy and make noises.

Tang Tiejin had to pretend that he was in the villa with his son, and then took turns going out, going to other prefectures and prefectures to catch the people of the deep mountain villages as food, and strive to feed one every month.

Tang Tieqin knew how powerful the people on the mountain were. As long as what he did was discovered, it would definitely be the end of the world. These things must never be known by outsiders, especially those in the practice. can't bet...

stomping-

The sound of footsteps awakened Tang Tiejin who was thinking deeply.

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

"Father~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The young man brought by Song Chi today doesn't look simple."

"Ordinary people, it's impossible to get to that level, and it is estimated that they are also practitioners. If they can tie with you, their Taoism is not low, but they are very young. I am afraid there are big backers behind them."

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

"How to deal with it?"

Tang Tiejin hesitated and glanced at his ancestor's tablet:

"He deliberately hides his cultivation base to discuss with you. I'm afraid he has already begun to suspect me. If he doesn't keep his mouth shut, he will be discovered sooner or later."

"If he kills him, the backer behind him will come over..."

"The paper can't wrap the fire. If you don't kill him and let him go, he will bring people back sooner or later. After killing the mouth, we will immediately leave with the ancestors of the fish. As long as we can escape the jurisdiction of the nine sects, we will not have to be afraid in the future."

"What about the villa?"

"Cultivation of one path is like this, relatives and relatives in the world, with your own way of doing things, it should have been put down long ago."

Tang Hong nodded slightly and said no more. He got up and walked into the dark rain curtain outside the ancestral hall with Tang Tiejin...

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