Martial Arts: A Chinese Ghost Story, Huang Rong Tears

In just five days since the arrival of the two hundred red tides, dozens of gangs, large and small, had been annexed near Qixia Town.

The name of "Tianji Pavilion" even rose to fame in Qixia Town in a very short period of time.

"Who is the owner of the Heavenly Secret Pavilion?"

It has also become a hot topic of discussion among knights in the rivers and lakes after drinking and eating.

Tongfu Inn.

"You know, those small gangs who don't obey the rules have been killed completely."

Yamen Xiaoliu told the scholars what he had seen and heard in the past two days.

"According to the few remaining survivors, it was the group of red-armored warriors who appeared in the town a few days ago who shot."

"This group of red-armored warriors are like ghosts. Since their arrival, they have been scattered throughout Qixia Town. When night falls, they will put on their hard-edged swords and gather together to act!"

Bai Zhantang laughed and said:

"We all know what you said, so let's talk about the main point, who is the owner of the Tianji Pavilion?"

"Still investigating."

Xiao Liu's words made everyone feel disappointed.

"But I've found a clue!"

"What clue?"

Everyone's appetite was immediately lifted.

Xiao Liu hooked his fingers, beckoned everyone to get closer, and then said mysteriously:
"The owner of the Tianji Pavilion must have something to do with the murderous aura that day."

"whispering sound!"

After listening to Xiao Liu's clue, everyone looked disgusted.

"We still treat you as a secret, but it turns out to be such an obvious thing!

"All right, all right."

Tong Xiangyu opened his mouth to stop everyone from continuing the topic.

"It's all about the yamen, what does it have to do with ordinary people like us?"

"Whether it's the Tianji Pavilion or the Jilou, those red soldiers only attack the gangs that make trouble, so don't worry about it."

Tong Xiangyu came over and distributed some rags to everyone:
"Old Bai, take a few of them to tidy up the house. Remember to clean Mr. Li's high platform. He should be here soon."

Thinking of the follow-up plot of Xinhuaben, everyone was immediately full of energy!

Especially the scholar, since he heard the new storybook, he has been talking about something every day, and the counselor should be like Li Tong, admonishing the master with blood...all kinds of things.

The time has not come.

Li Qiye arrived at Tongfu Inn.

The inn was as full as ever.

Since Li Qiye opened a new hole, the story of Kyushu has become popular among the five empires in just five days.

Some larger printing factories are printing Li Qiye's words non-stop day and night, even if the major bookstores are still in short supply, even the price of paper has doubled now.

In order to be able to hear the follow-up plot development as soon as possible, many wealthy foreigners also came to Qixia Town to listen to the book.

Seeing the grand occasion of Tongfu Inn, the other inns were all jealous, and only hated themselves for not keeping Li Qiye back and making offerings like a bodhisattva!

With the sound of Xingmu.

Li Qiye began to speak slowly:
"It was said last time that Ying Wuyi realized his superficiality in Li Tong's blood, so he hid his minions and buried himself in the study of military books and national arts."

"Until Marquis Li dies!"

"Marquis Li has seventeen sons in total. Excluding the son who died prematurely, there are eleven more sons."

"Here, he and the ancestral hall are unanimously optimistic about the eldest son."

"Unexpectedly, this eldest son is suspicious by nature. In order to be safe, he imprisoned all the other brothers."

"The reason for this is that Li Guohou is not a hereditary system in the absolute sense, but requires the emperor's instruction."

"Wait until the Son of Heaven nods his head, then he will be justified as a Marquis of the Li Kingdom."

"You know, Liguo is already poor. The eldest son dispatched four hundred Jinwu guards to launch a hasty attack. The first ten sons can only sit and wait for death."

"They finally arrived at Ying Wuyi's residence."

"Because Ying Wuyi was expelled from the original mansion a long time ago, and now lives in a mansion outside the city."

"The eldest son saw Ying Wuyi guarding the door with his bow and arrows from a distance."

"He was about to speak angrily when an arrow went straight through his throat."

"There is no peaceful exchange, nor mutual exclusion of righteous words."

"The eldest son died on the spot!"

"By the time the four hundred Jinwu Guards had reacted, Ying Wuyi had already rushed up one by one."

"A total of 400 people were so frightened by one person that they ran away!"

"That arrow has been brewing in his heart for seven full years!"

"Put death to life, this dangerous move, he won!"

Speaking of this, some audience members were amazed.

Some people are very puzzled:

"Seven years, this is what he has learned? Isn't this still using force to solve the problem?"

"For Ying Wuyi at that time, the political weight in his hands was almost zero, and it would be too late to make a comeback when the eldest son's position was firmly established."

A deep voice sounded from the corner, the man with white hair and black clothes, his eyes were as sharp as an eagle.

"Sometimes, the most direct way is the most effective way."

The pockmarked face was powerless to refute, but not to be outdone, he simply turned his head and asked:
"Who do you think you are, you? Li Qiye didn't say anything, why did you interrupt!"

The white-haired young man sat in the corner, drinking tea on his own, ignoring the pockmarked face.

Seeing that the white-haired young man didn't speak, Pocky Face mistook the other party for being cowardly, so he pushed aside the crowd and walked straight to the white-haired young man.

"Outsiders, let me tell you, this street goes north and it is my home. Go out and find out who I am, and come here again!"

Clang!
The violent clashing sound of metal silenced all the voices in the hall in an instant! "Ah!" With a howl, the audience turned their heads one after another.

But he saw the pockmarked face kneeling on the ground with a painful and ferocious expression, and gurgling blood flowed from the ears covered with his hands!His eardrums have ruptured!

And about seven inches above his head, two swords collided together.

One sword has no sheath, the other sword has a sheath.

The owner of the sheathed sword is the cloaked youth.

And the owner of the sheathless sword is A Fei who just sat next to Li Xun Huan.

First come first!

It is worthy of the title of the fastest sword in the world in the Ming Dynasty!
Although Pockmark's eardrum was shattered, at least his life was safe.

If it hadn't been for Ah Fei's blatant attack, the unsheathed sword alone could have separated Pocky's face from his body!