Rivers and lakes start from Shushan

Chapter 94 Mengjiazhuang ([-])
escape!
The Mobei Shuangxiong used to wander around in the desert, which is vaster than Tianzhou, but people in the martial arts seldom come and go.

There are grasslands, cattle and sheep, horses, and deserts in the desert, but there are few places where spiritual wisdom gathers. Naturally, there are few treasures of heaven and earth, so it is not suitable for seclusion and practice.

Because of this, these two, just practice their external skills, they can run amok and do many heinous evil things!
After entering the Central Plains, although the two acted arrogantly, they did not dare to do evil.

Hearing about Meng's supernatural powers this time, it is also a delusion to come here to have fun, to obtain some secrets of supernatural powers.

Unexpectedly, I ran into Yang Ke.

Originally thought that Yang Ke would be like those masters of Kongtong School and Huashan School, and would not take them seriously.

Who would have thought that this time, I would actually encounter a evil star!
With a roar, the black and white bears fled separately.

Even, following the two of them running, there were several people in the hall who suddenly got up and ran along with the two of them.

There was a sword cry, and after a while, the noisy sound in the hall suddenly fell silent!
Mobei Twin Bears, Five Poison Boys, Mu Gaofeng...

Seven or eight figures rushed halfway, a blue light flashed, and the corpses lay everywhere.

The rest of the people in the hall are all afraid at this time.

Walking around the world, no one has done any evil deeds. It's just that he has never offended anyone he can't afford to offend, and he has never met someone he hates with hatred. That's why he has survived to this day.

Like now, so many evil sects gather here, just relying on the strength of the crowd, even if there are one or two righteous young heroes, I am afraid they will not dare to do anything to them.

"Boom"

There was a muffled sound, but the wall of the inn was smashed, and someone jumped out from there. At this time, Yang Ke didn't draw his sword.

He didn't recognize that person, the ones just now had obvious features, and he knew they were damned at a glance, and the one who rushed out suddenly was just a beggar.

Yang Ke glanced at him, only to see that his face was full of red clouds, as if he had some disease, and he ignored it.

Turning his head, he looked at the two people in the corner who had not moved, and asked with a puzzled face, "Who are you guys?"

He had noticed these two people a long time ago, just now, in Mengjiazhuang, these two people have shown a good lightness kung fu, and they can even be called wonderful.

He thought that these two people would go away, but he was very curious to see these two people in this inn.

One of them had a slanted scar on his face and flesh and blood on the bridge of his nose, which was terrifying.

The other person is just mediocre, not Yang Ke's mediocre appearance, but the kind who is oblivious to everyone. Even if you turn your head, you will forget this person's appearance, even if you look at it a few more times, want to Remember, turn your head, or forget.

"I'm Ji Xiaofeng..."

The scarred face stood up angrily, wiped his face, revealing his true face.

Hearing the name of this person, Yang Ke smiled slightly and said, "It turned out to be you."

Although Ji Xiaofeng does not have the name of stealing gods and saints, he is also one of the top ten gods in the world, and people in the rivers and lakes call him "the thief with a thousand faces".

These godly thieves did not do many evil things, but they were pursued by countless martial arts people, and most of them dared not show their bodies.

Ji Xiaofeng, however, was still a disciple of Meng Shen Tong. It was he who disguised himself and sent several children of the Meng family to Linshan Town. Countless people were following his traces here.

They all believed that if the Meng family had hidden treasures, most of them would fall on Ji Xiaofeng.

"who are you?"

Looking at the other person, Yang Ke became even more curious, with the same mysterious lightness skills as Ji Xiaofeng.

"Sikong Zhaixing."

The man stood up, and disappeared in a flash of his figure, leaving only a faint lingering sound.

Sikong Zhaixing, the king of stealing kings, his appearance, height, and figure are all unknown; he can be tall or short, fat or thin, and has a mysterious disguise technique, which can be called superb.

His name is Pirate Immortal.

At this time, Sikong Zhaixing should be slightly better than Ji Xiaofeng.

If he was fully on guard, Yang Ke would be able to stop him. At this time, even if he made a move, he would probably only be able to stop him, and he would not be able to keep this person.

Therefore, Yang Ke let him leave.

"Come with me."

Looking at the people in the inn, Yang Ke said something to Ji Xiaofeng, and the two walked out of the inn one after another. The innkeeper looked around at this time, and also slipped out, and then never came back.

Taking advantage of this time, he actually ran away, but no one followed him.

The rest of the people in the hall, not long after he went out, followed the hole in the wall knocked out by the beggar one by one, and left one by one.

There are also some people who sit quietly, but they think that they have not done many evil things in their lives, or that no one knows what they have done, and they are still waiting here, and they don't know what they are waiting for.

It wasn't until dark that the inn didn't have a waiter to light up the lamp, and the shopkeeper didn't see him. Someone went to the kitchen to check, but the chef disappeared, so he realized that everyone in the inn had run away without knowing when.

Someone looked at the counter, took some scattered copper coins, and left in the dark.

The next day, the inn was deserted.

There are foxes who come here to look for food and live here. Maybe, after a year or so, the inn will collapse. After three to five years, there will be only ruins, and after a hundred years, it will become a wilderness forest.

Or maybe there are some masters who have taken a fancy to this piece of land, set up a mountain and set up a cabinet here, saved up for 20 years, and created the name of what kind of village or village.

Yang Ke and Ji Xiaofeng walked towards Mengjiazhuang. When they arrived at the mound, Lu Ying, who had left, was still there.

In front of the mound, there was a young girl who was lighting incense candles, but she was worshiping.

"Meng Shentong had a daughter who lived in the Jianghu, and later became a disciple of the Mangshan School..."

Yang Ke explained the reason, and Ji Xiaofeng finally cleared up his doubts.

If Yang Ke said it alone, Ji Xiaofeng would definitely doubt it, but with Lu Ying here, Ji Xiaofeng immediately believed it.

A celestial being would never deceive him.

Even in its heyday, the Meng family's foundation was nothing, let alone the ruins at this time.

"I have seen the young master. I left it at home. I have moved to Linshan Town."

Frowning, Yang Ke watched Gu Zhihua worship Meng Shentong. If it was him, it would certainly not be the case.

"I heard that Yang Ke's swordsmanship is mysterious, do you want to learn a few moves with me?"

When Lu Ying's words caught his ears, Yang Ke was startled, and said: "The sword of the predecessor can kill the emperor, and my sword can kill some demons. How can we compete with the predecessor?"

If you return Wanjian to the sect or the sword art of Xianmen to the peak, Yang Ke will naturally dare to confront anyone with the sword. If you are in charge of Ziying Qingsuo, Yang Ke will not be afraid of any enemies.

But Lu Ying is not an enemy, Ziying Qing can't figure it out, and Yang Kefei is her enemy in one move, so why do you compare swords?
The two martial arts methods are completely different. Although the road leads to the same goal, the martial arts in the Jianghu are far from being called the road.

Perhaps, he could get some advice, but Yang Ke would rather not reveal his cards than get that unknown advice.

(End of this chapter)