The years when I explored the fairyland.

Chapter 78 76: Attack, the drunkard old man
He called on the soldiers so quickly, and before Xu Cheng could say anything, Yi Huai hurriedly said, "Big Brother, I'll go. It won't take me long to go to a martial arts master."

Chu Zhou glanced at him and said, "You have your opponents, so don't waste your time talking nonsense."

Having said this, he looked at Xu Cheng again, staring straight at him, and said, "Second Junior Brother, I know you don't like fighting. If possible, being a doctor might be more suitable for you.

But once you enter Xuanzhen Temple and this world, you cannot be without the ability to protect yourself."

"You can avoid hurting people, but you can't be without a sword in your hand."

"This opponent is still within your ability. Go ahead, face him, look him straight in the face, and then, defeat him!"

"I want you to use his head to prove yourself!"

"Of course, if you fail, I won't save you. That's what I said."

At this point, he looked around, then at the other three people, and said, "I brought you out here for training, not as guards.

Therefore, I will select the right opponents for you and will not allow anyone to interfere with you. The rest is up to you.”

"Do you understand?"

"Got it!"*4
Xu Cheng and the other three shouted out almost instinctively. In the dark night, the sound could be heard from far away, and even Ma Dayou, who was frightened, looked over with the long sword in his hand.

"Who? Who's there? Dare to scare your grandfather? Are you looking for death?"

Then, he saw a man holding a sword, walking slowly out of the alley.

He was not thin, but in front of Ma Dayou, he looked short and thin. In the firelight, his face looked even more childish, with some fuzz still on the corners of his lips.

Seeing this face, Ma Dayou relaxed a little and said casually, "Whose kid are you? Why are you stopping your grandfather?"

He seemed to be waiting for the other party to reply, but before he finished speaking, this seemingly honest man had already leaped into the air, unsheathed the long sword in his hand, and slashed down again.

Woohoo...

The long sword cut through the air like a thunderbolt, slicing through the air and revealing his hideous face, like a ghost, ready to devour anyone.

But under the knife, Xu Cheng had disappeared!

Another long sword pierced through the darkness, like a crescent moon, flickering in the air, as if to cut off Ma Dayou's head.

Ma Dayou's face changed, and he swung the long sword in his hand more quickly, chasing the sword light and started fighting.

Then, the sound of weapons colliding could be heard on the long street, becoming more and more frequent.

In the streets,
Chu Zhou turned around and walked away without stopping, with no intention of looking back. However, Yi Huai and the other two hesitated and looked like they wanted to say something but hesitated.

But seeing Chu Zhou's back getting farther and farther away, they had no choice but to grit their teeth and quickly catch up.

……

On another street,

The autumn wind is cold and fierce, blowing the fallen leaves into the air.

Zhuang Mengqi paused, raised his head slightly, and saw four more people in front of him.

His expression tensed slightly, and he grasped the hilt of the sword with his right hand, and asked, "Who are you and why are you blocking my way?"

Chu Zhou looked him up and down and said, "Junior brother, he is yours."

"it is good!"

Wei Fangjie stepped forward with an excited look on his face, pointed his spear forward, and said, "Zhuang Mengqi, right? I heard that you like to be that Cao thief the most, and you even forced two women to death?"

"Oh, you want to avenge them?"

"No, I want to represent justice and take your life."

"Haha, can you defeat my sword?"

"You'll have to fight to find out."

So, guns and swords clashed on the street, accompanied by the two figures constantly changing positions, leaving behind a trail of afterimages.

……

There is a place,
In the courtyard.

Ghostwriter Cui Hengfeng is working out his body. With his upper body naked, he shows off his muscular body and firm muscles.

He held a huge rock in his hand that was taller than him and threw it into the air. When it fell, his five fingers formed into claws and he suddenly exerted force and inserted it directly into the rock.

Then he half squatted, released his strength, twisted his body, and threw the boulder higher.

The whole movement is as smooth as flowing water and extremely powerful. If there really is a young girl or a young wife here, I guess all the crazy fans who can watch it will be crazy about it.

But at a certain moment, when the boulder was falling, he turned slightly and avoided it.

With a loud bang, the boulder fell to the ground, leaving a dent in the ground.
He raised his head slightly, looked at the three people standing on the wall, and said, "Who are you? Isn't it too rude to break into the house in the middle of the night?"

Fan Tiehu asked: "House, is this your house?"

“I live here now, so this is mine.”

"So, the family of three who originally lived here were all killed by you, right?"

Fan Tiehu is not a man who likes to talk nonsense, but today, he pressed the issue: "How could you have the heart to kill that three-year-old child?"

Cui Hengfeng shrugged slightly, not caring at all: "I didn't actually want to kill him, but the kid was too noisy and I couldn't rest in peace, so I had to break his neck.

With a 'crack' sound, the little body collapsed. It would be nothing more than a pile of rotten meat if it was thrown there. Why make a fuss?"

Fan Tiehu jumped off the wall and walked forward slowly: "I rarely want to kill someone as much as I do today. At this moment, I want to beat you to death."

"Hahahaha, beat me to death, can you do that?"

“Then let’s give it a try!” Fan Tiehu took a step forward and rushed out like an arrow, his fist smashing down with the force of breaking a mountain.

But Cui Hengfeng didn't give in at all, he just pushed forward with his arms and carried him up.

boom!
Boom boom boom!

After a muffled sound, there were continuous muffled sounds, and the fists and feet clashed, the speed became faster and heavier.

At a certain moment, they hit the boulder, and with a bang, the boulder broke into pieces and scattered all over the ground.

Fan Tiehu and Cui Hengfeng were fighting in the smoke and dust, and it was hard to tell who was the winner!
……

Antique Street,
In front of a store, a thief who had just finished stealing was caught red-handed.

"Chi Shanghui, right? Now that your crime has been exposed, will you surrender? Or will you surrender after I beat you half to death?"

Chi Shanghui rolled his eyes and said, "Do you know who I am? How dare you block my way?"

"Are you talking about the identity of the deacon of Wenxiang Temple?"

"You know that and still dare to show up. It seems you are quite courageous, aren't you?"

"Of course I am brave, but the sword in my hand is sharper. If you don't want to die, surrender early, otherwise it will be too late to regret."

"Haha, looking for death!"

Chi Shanghui took action. Although he likes to steal, he is actually a powerful warrior.

The Mo Dao at his waist was unsheathed, and the handle and scabbard were put together and twisted, turning it into a crescent-shaped sword.

The knife light spun like a waterfall, and with just one strike, the knife energy was so powerful that it destroyed an antique shop.

But he was strong, and Yi Huai was even stronger. With rapid breathing, his body swelled in just a moment, his muscles knotted, and he became a devilish muscle man who was two meters tall.

At this time, his sword hung at his waist like an embroidery needle.

However, Yi Huai did not prepare his sword. He suddenly clasped his hands together, unleashing unparalleled strength and forcibly controlling the blade between his palms.

The sword energy tore his clothes, cut his skin and fascia, and even caused blood to seep out.

But he didn't feel uncomfortable at all. Instead, he tilted his head and said with a strange smile: "With such little strength, you dare to use a knife. You really overestimate your own abilities."

boom!
With just one punch, the air exploded. In the rolling white waves, Chi Shanghui retreated with a knife in his hand, his face grim.

He actually didn't want to fight with an enemy of unknown origin here, but if he wanted to leave, it depended on whether the other party was willing.

What's worse is that the secret technique of increasing body size, which he had heard so many times that his ears were callused, seemed to appear before his eyes now.

……

After all the arrangements were made, Chu Zhou found a place at the highest point of the inn, turned around, leaned against the eaves and brackets, and closed his eyes slightly, as if he was gathering his strength.

But in fact, his five senses have been exerted to the maximum, staring at the battlefield in all directions.

Of course, as he had said before, he would not take action. At least, when facing their respective opponents, regardless of victory or defeat, life or death, he would not take action.

Chu Zhou knew clearly that Xuanzhen Temple would eventually become stronger.

And his fellow junior brothers, who have received his careful training, will eventually have to stand on their own, so they need to grow and gain experience.

If you can't pass this simplest hurdle, even if you are injured or disabled, it is better to get over it sooner rather than later.

Of course, what he is talking about here are opponents of equal strength. If he were to meet those martial artists who bully the weak, he would naturally not hide his strength.

"My dear brother, admiring the moon and watching the battle is such a refined hobby!"

A slightly old voice sounded, with a bit of curiosity, coming from the side:
Chu Zhou tilted his head slightly and saw an old man with messy white hair, a well-proportioned body and a red nose standing on another flying eaves and brackets.

He was holding a wine gourd in his hand, and he would take a sip from time to time, drinking with relish.

There was not much surprise, so Chu Zhou asked: "You must be the drunkard old man Feng Yan, right? I have a question that I am very curious about, I wonder if Mr. Feng is willing to answer it?"

"What do you think?"

"It is said that a senior ghostwriter like you, a martial artist who has practiced martial arts, should not get involved in the dispute between the two factions."

Chu Zhou didn't give him any face at all: "So, what kind of benefit would make you work so hard for Wenxiang Temple?"

The drunkard Feng Yan stopped pouring the wine, lowered his head slightly, and said, "You kid, you are really not cute at all.

However, since you know my name, you should also tell me your own name, otherwise how can we have an equal dialogue? "

"As for me, I'm Chu Zhou, the current abbot of Xuanzhen Temple outside the city. Of course, this identity is not well-known, and you probably don't know me.

However, if we are talking about the person wearing straw raincoat and bamboo hat, it is me!"

Chu Zhou's words were light, but the drunkard old man Feng Yan was not calm.

He stared at Chu Zhou blankly and said, "Are you the man in the straw raincoat and bamboo hat who saved the county lord and fought against Qiu Changfeng and the dwarf old man?"

"Isn't it similar?"

"you are too young."

Chu Zhou smiled: "That's easy. Let's have a fight, and then you'll know whether I am right or not?"

"Look at the fist!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he threw a punch, and the air exploded like thunder, leaving a visible fist mark as it hit the drunkard old man.

　Second update...

　　
　
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