Starting with the divine power of the Great Vajra, he traversed the heavens.

Chapter 141 The local gangs are so rude (Seeking monthly votes)
"This world of martial arts."

"Martial arts seem to have taken a different path."

The donkey cart trotted along swiftly, and Ren Shaoyang sat inside, flicking copper coins with one hand, lost in thought.

Although it was only at Hua Manlou that I met a third-rate person.

Ren Shaoyang could conclude that this world of martial arts had gone to another extreme.

They seem to have stopped pursuing profound internal strength to intimidate others, and instead excessively pursue skillful maneuvers to increase their lethality.

It has a bit of the feel of the swordplay battle in The Smiling, Proud Wanderer.

"Could it be that a hundred years after the last era, all the divine skills have been wiped out, forcing them to take this path?"

Or is it that things have changed over the past few decades? — Thinking about this world carefully, some things have indeed become completely different.

For example, Jin Jiuling, the number one constable in the world, is also a double agent known as the Embroidered Thief. He wields great influence in the martial arts world, which means that the Six Doors, or rather the imperial court, has begun to have the ability to intervene in and influence the martial arts world.

perhaps.

This force disrupted the original rules and order, making the martial arts world no longer a monolithic entity, no longer a self-contained system. It has turned into the sordid and ugly situation we see today, where only villains are seen and no heroes are found?
The little beggar kicked Big Meow away and then climbed in through the carriage window.

"Hey cripple, after we finish getting the prosthetic hand done, let's go to Mount Emei again."

The night breeze blew, making the curtains flutter by the window and causing Ren Shaoyang's hair to dance wildly.

He raised an eyebrow and smiled at the little beggar: "What, want to see your little treasure chest?"

Hongxiu chuckled and nestled her head against Ren Shaoyang's shoulder, nibbling away: "It's been so long since I've seen Xiaoqianqian, I'm itching to see her!"

Ren Shaoyang gently stroked her head and said with a smile, "We're not short of money, why are you so greedy?"

"Oh dear!" The little beggar looked up, puffing out his cheeks. "This is our money, I have to keep an eye on it!"

"Okay, okay, it's yours! It's yours!"

The little beggar beamed, "Is it a deal?"

Ren Shaoyang shook his head and said helplessly, "After you install the prosthetic arm, we'll leave."

Ding An chuckled and said, "I'd also like to see what materials can be packed into the prosthetic arm."

Ren Shaoyang nodded: "That makes sense."

The night is dark and windy.

A gust of wind blew, and several plum blossoms on a branch by the roadside suddenly fell.

Was it blown down by the wind or destroyed by murderous intent?

But the donkey cart suddenly stopped.

Hongxiu stretched and said softly, "One behind the tree, three in the meadow to the right rear, and four on the treetop to the left front."

Ren Shaoyang frowned: "Only eight people? That's not a lot, but it's not a little either."

"They can all be considered experts."

Ding'an raised his hand and said, "I'll do it!"

“Let me do it.” Ren Shaoyang took his shoulder and slowly leaned out of the carriage. “My ‘Eye-Brightness Style’ has developed new supernatural powers, so I’ll use them to test them out.”

Ding An felt the immense power emanating from the hand on his shoulder and couldn't help but exclaim, "Crippled man, how did your internal strength become so profound?"

Ren Shaoyang had already gotten out of the car and smiled slightly, saying, "I'll teach you after we're done."

As he spoke, he had already walked more than ten feet. Along the way, wherever the wind blew, the shadows of the trees swayed, and plum blossoms could be seen dancing in the air.

Stop.

Standing with his hands at his sides, Ren Shaoyang looked around at the dark plum grove on both sides and said loudly, "Everyone, come out! It will be dawn soon."

No sooner had he finished speaking than laughter rang out from not far away.

Then, several people emerged from under the trees to the west; they were all dressed in black and wearing masks.

Several people jumped out from the left, dressed in the same way, but carrying four white lanterns with the three large characters "Qingyi Tower" written on them.

The man in black sneered, "You've got some nerve!"

As they spoke, several men in black began to walk slowly towards them.

They were dressed in black, and in the darkness, apart from their sixteen pairs of bright eyes, only the four white lanterns in their hands shone.

From a distance, they really look like four lanterns floating in the air, unattended.

Bathed in moonlight, Ren Shaoyang asked curiously, "Since you are all masked, you must not want to reveal your identities. But..." He glanced at the lantern, "the three bright characters 'Qingyi Tower' on this lantern are quite glaring. Why is that?"

The man in black sneered, "That's how we at the Green Robe Pavilion operate."

Ren Shaoyang sighed: "Sure enough, as the organization grows bigger, its structure becomes bloated, and all sorts of junk get in."

"How dare you call me trash?" The man in black's eyes flashed with cold light as he flew into a rage.

Ren Shaoyang waved his hand and said softly, "It's not just you I'm cursing, it's all of you."

"Insanity!"

The men in black were filled with rage. They leaped up and, with a whoosh, slashed at the white-robed youth.

A bloodcurdling scream rang out, and the two men in black were sent flying backward, while the man in white robes had vanished.

After landing, the group looked at each other in bewilderment. None of them were ordinary people, but no one could see how this person had done it.

Just then, the leader of the men in black suddenly felt a rustling sound behind him, realized something was wrong, and turned around.

Ren Shaoyang descended from the sky with his hands behind his back, his clothes and hair flowing, like an immortal descending to the mortal world.

Just as the man in black was about to say something, he suddenly saw a white blur before his eyes.

A white figure circled the arena once, and the remaining five people fell to the ground like puppets, blood spurting from their mouths and noses, their eyes showing a mixture of shock and confusion.

The man in black seemed to wake from a dream, and exclaimed in surprise, "You, are you a human or a ghost?"

Ren Shaoyang put a hand on his shoulder, his eyes sparkling, and smiled, "You have at least three things to say."

The man in black looked at the calm eyes of the man in white, his pupils contracted, his expression suddenly hardened, and he was about to bite down on his molars.

"bass"!
A flash of blue light, and the man in black suddenly let out a miserable howl.

But then they saw Ren Shaoyang holding a sword horizontally, with a black molar embedded in the tip. Looking at the man in black, they saw a small gash in his jaw, and he was convulsing in pain like a fish out of water.

It turns out that the divine sword had just been drawn and pierced straight through his face, shaving off a molar containing a venom sac along with his gum!
Dr. Ren has excellent skills!

Instant cure!

The man in black looked at Ren Shaoyang, who had no expression on his face, sighed, relaxed, and gave up the idea of ​​committing suicide.

He realized he was wrong, terribly wrong.

They thought it was a sure thing that the eight experts inside the building would ambush and kill them.

However, they had seriously underestimated their opponent.

The young man in white robes killed seven people in the blink of an eye, as if it were child's play—he naturally knew how skilled those seven people were.

Who exactly is this person?
Ren Shaoyang looked at him, his eyes gradually revealing a strange light: "Speak, you can at least tell me three things."

The man in black was immediately drawn to the white robe. There seemed to be an invisible rope pulling between their eyes, and he felt his mind was filled with all sorts of thoughts, gradually losing himself in the moment, as if the white-robed man in front of him was the person he trusted most.

"Our landlord is keeping an eye on you. If we can subdue you, we will do our best to do so."

Ren Shaoyang grunted, neither confirming nor denying: "The first one."

The man in black slowly said, "The idea to assassinate you was our own; it was to kill you and steal your treasure."

Ren Shaoyang nodded: "The second item."

The man in black had a look of madness in his eyes, his face was contorted, and he said in a ferocious voice, "The landlord is in the Eight Great Hutongs."

Ren Shaoyang raised an eyebrow: "Is it Huo Xiu?"

"do not know!"

Suddenly, the man in black shouted, broke free from Ren Shaoyang's grasp, and began to dance wildly, laughing so loudly that birds fluttered their wings and flew away.

He suddenly became ecstatic, shouting and dancing wildly. After a few breaths, he coughed up a mouthful of blood, staggered back three steps, and collapsed to the ground, dead.

Ren Shaoyang stood up, looked at the corpses lying haphazardly on the ground, and couldn't help but sigh, "We... we don't seem to have done anything wrong, do we?"

Hongxiu's voice came through: "I'll just have some roasted chestnuts!"

Ding'an also felt wronged: "I just wanted to exchange some silver notes to buy some soy milk for the little beggar!"

Ren Shaoyang nodded and chuckled: "This damn Qingyi Tower is quite bold, daring to cause trouble for our 'Three Fiends of the Northern Frontier' time and time again."

The little beggar poked his head out, his face contorted in a menacing grin: "The local gangs are so unruly!"

Ding An nodded: "We need the iron fist of justice from the three of us!"

Ren Shaoyang said calmly, "Turn the car around and kill the hell out of him!"

Ding'an whistled, and the donkey cart suddenly drifted away, turning back towards the capital.

Along the way, we saw the "Three Fiends of the Northern Frontier" with their three menacing faces.

"Ding"!
The three of them flicked the copper coins from their hands, and they landed back in their hands.

As the donkey cart sped along, this process was repeated repeatedly, with each movement synchronized.

Their eyes were fixed intently on the distant outline of Beijing.
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A secret underground room in the Eight Great Hutongs.

Huo Xiu's expression was uncertain.

Three people in a donkey cart.

White robe, young girl, one-armed person.
Why does it sound like a legend I've heard since I was a child?
But that legend is now sixty years old!
In the past hundred years, even great figures such as Chu Liuxiang, Little Li Flying Dagger, and Fu Hongxue have either died of old age or gone overseas.

Those three are the three most terrifying masters in history.

It's impossible for someone to live that long!

Huo Xiu smiled slowly, shook his head, and suppressed the ridiculous thought that had popped into his mind, but his face immediately darkened again.

Could these three be the successors of those three from back then?

I thought of the legends of "the divine sword capturing the dragon", "the demonic blade burning the candle", and "the raging fire burning the city".

For some reason, he always had a feeling of dread and impending doom.

It was as if dark clouds were looming over the city, sweeping in from the horizon, so oppressive that he could hardly breathe!

"no!"

Huo Xiu suddenly stood up and turned to leave.

But then he stopped, turned to look at the jewelry and calligraphy in the room, feeling reluctant to leave.

He loves money to the core.

Even though he is nearly seventy years old, he has more wealth than he could ever spend in several lifetimes.

But he still couldn't bear to part with the money in the secret room.

Just like how everyone was reluctant to part with Lin Xian'er back then.

Despite knowing she was a promiscuous woman, they still flocked to her, wanting to possess her exclusively and not allowing anyone else to touch her in the slightest.

Just then, someone delivered a note.

Huo Xiu opened it and immediately changed his expression, turning around and running away!
They quickly disappeared into the darkness of the capital city.

To hell with the money, he doesn't want it anymore!
The next day, the sky was just beginning to lighten.

Three thugs raided the Eight Great Hutongs and headed straight for the secret room to search.

Unfortunately, apart from the room full of jewels and gold, there was nothing else.

The three villains, both furious and enraged, examined the gold and silver and then stuffed them into their robes as a gesture of appeasement.

There was no one around, only the unbearable sounds of men and women.

The girl with the ball head and the young man with the missing arm listened intently, and were then struck on the head by the ringleader of the hooligans.

The two cried out in pain, then covered their heads and left.

The three men boarded a donkey cart, carrying several boxes of jewels, and left the city in a state of depression.
(End of this chapter)