This system is too salty

The snow stopped earlier than expected, and the snowflakes stopped falling in the sky before the carriage of Zhao Mian and others arrived at the county seat, but the sun was still covered with dark clouds.

"one!"

"pair!"

"I said yes!"

"Hey, it's definitely an even number!"

As soon as the heavy snow stopped, most of the people in the county were at home, and there were no pedestrians on the street. Zhao Mian had just entered the city gate and saw two snow-covered people squatting there and shouting. With words like "single, double".

Finding it interesting, Zhao Mian couldn't help but take a few more glances, and he was amused. One of them turned out to be Yue Songtao, the head of Huashan Mountain. He was holding a sword in one hand and holding a bottle of wine in the other. Basket.

The basket was erected, and a handful of millet was placed under it. There were sparrows flying and chirping in the pavilion, and a few of them were so hungry that they lowered their heads and pecked at the millet on the ground.

A stick of incense is lit under the basket, and if the incense burns out, a delicate mechanism will be triggered, and the basket will cover the gluttonous sparrows.

The one who gambled with Yue Songtao was a tall, sloppy man, wearing only coarse single clothes in the cold weather, and wearing broken boots without heels, staring at the sparrows in the pavilion with piercing eyes.

Zhao Mian stopped the carriage and walked over, the two of them didn't care and still called their bets in a low voice.

Zhao Mian thought it was interesting and started watching, and the rest of the people in the carriage followed and stood not far away to watch.

After a while, there was a snap, and under the cover of the basket, a few sparrows that hadn't had time to fly away were covered under it.

Yue Songtao, who was squatting on the ground, and the man rushed into the pavilion with a bang.

"Four, five, haha, old gambler, I won again! Take the money!"

Yue Songtao pressed the odd number, and when he saw five sparrows under the basket, he excitedly reached out to ask for money.

"Damn it! I've had bad luck with gambling recently, take it and take it."

The sloppy man took out a few banknotes from his pocket and threw them all over. The banknotes were all issued by the Chase Bank, which was a hundred taels. With this money, this man would not buy good clothes, but would gamble with others here. .

Putting the banknotes into his arms, Yue Songtao asked, "One more game?"

"I have no money, can you lend me money?"

Yue Songtao took a step back and said with a cold face: "If you want to be beautiful, you will not lend money or your wife."

Only then did he realize that Zhao Mian was watching the fun there, and he couldn't help smiling awkwardly. His cheeks that had just subsided a few days ago began to ache, and he hurriedly threw the wine pot and clasped his fists to say hello: "Young Master Iron Face came back early today. It's not dark."

The smile on Zhao Mian's face froze. Nima, I was welcoming guests at the foot of Huashan Mountain. This old boy is lucky to have slipped to the county town to gamble.

Excited about gambling, Yue Songtao realized that he had made a slip of the tongue, and quickly changed the subject, pointing at the big man beside him, and said, "This is Xuanyuan Sanguang, the vicious gambler, and one of the ten villains. "

He also said to the evil gambler: "Old ghost, this is Zhao Mian, the iron-faced son who has been famous in the world in recent years. His real name is Murong Changxu. He is the sixth son of the Murong family. This is Qin Jian, the leader of the Guangdong and Guangxi alliance. This is... ..”

Qin Jian, Zuo Chunxing and others all clasped their fists to salute, while Xuanyuan Sanguang scratched his head and stared at Zhao Mian.

Zhao Mian also looked up and down at the sloppy man.

"Boy, are you the tough guy? Did you kill Brother Ouyang Ding?"

"Yes, it's me. If they are your good friends, you don't have to be sad. They walked away very easily and didn't suffer much."

Xuanyuan Sanguang snorted and said: "Those two birdmen are not good people, it's best to die."

Rolling his eyes, he chuckled and said: "Boy, I have some news about your Murong family. If you want me to tell it, you have to bet against me in a bet."

Before Zhao Mian could speak, the second sister Murong Shuang took the lead and said, "Mr. Xuanyuan, if you can tell the news, then the Murong family will remember your kindness."

Xuanyuan Sanguang sneered and said: "Enqing can be used as a few copper coins, how about the six boys of the Murong family, bet or not? If you lose, I won't make things difficult for you, just give me 1 taels of silver."

Zhao Mian said happily, "I heard that two years ago at the foot of Mount Emei, you won a bet with my master?"

"Oh? Do you still want to avenge Shenxi's old way? Come on, come on, just like back then, I stand here without moving my feet, if you can hurt me with three swords, then you have won."

Yue Songtao squinted at Xuanyuan Sanguang like an idiot, and the Murong family looked at him like an idiot.

Zhao Mian, the iron-faced son, has long since excelled in martial arts and is much better than Emei's head teacher Shen Xi. Xuanyuan Sanguang is purely courting death.

Zhao Mian smiled and pulled out the Han Xing Sword, twisted it into a flower and said, "I think you don't do many evils, so let's spare your life today."

After saying that, Zhao Mian was about to step forward, Xuanyuan Sanguang had already stood still in the pavilion, standing there nonchalantly, staring at Zhao Mian who was slowly walking over.

At this time, a thick shout sounded from the gate of the city, "Still betting! Old gambler, hurry up and kneel down and kowtow when your grandpa comes. I happen to have two extra copper coins, so I will give you the lucky money in advance."

This is grandpa and Lao Tzu's. I don't know how the person here counts his seniority.

Xuanyuan Sanguang was overjoyed when he heard the voice, and looked at Zhao Mian without moving and shouted loudly: "Old lunatic, wait for Grandpa to win this game before we deal with you."

Zhao Mian turned around and took a look. The man came with a huge head and a beard all over his face. The man was not tall, only about 1.5 meters tall, and his waist circumference was even 1.5 meters, but he didn't look like a man. Very fat gives people a very strong feeling.

"There are friends coming, so I'll hurry up."

Zhao Mian said something, and then stabbed with a sword casually. This sword looked ordinary to others, not fast and without sword energy, but in the eyes of Xuanyuan Sanguang, this sword was changing and erratic, with endless devouring The killing breath of life.

Can't escape!Xuanyuan Sanguang stared wide-eyed and wanted to lean back over the iron bridge, but before he thought of it, the tip of the sword had already pierced his chest.

I'm done!Xuanyuan Sanguang thought of a lot at this moment, from farming with his parents in the mountains when he was a teenager to learning martial arts and then getting addicted to gambling, all kinds of past events flashed through his mind one by one.

With a plop, Xuanyuan Sanguang fell back and fell to the ground.

"Boy looking for death!"

The guy with the big head yelled angrily, jumped over and grabbed the back of Zhao Mian's neck with his right hand. This hand was very delicate, without any fireworks in the ethereal but natural and extremely fast.

But he couldn't catch Zhao Mian, Zhao Mian turned around and hid, the sword in his hand was almost at the guy's neck.

"what?"

The guy with the big head seemed to be very surprised by his miss, and retreated suddenly to avoid the sword.

But the sword followed like a shadow, he was hit by the sword just as he stepped back.

The point of the sword did not penetrate half an inch into the flesh, and only the flesh was injured. The big head stepped back a few steps and touched the wound on his chest that had just overflowed with blood, his face turned blue and turned white.

With a loud roar, his beard and hair were full of momentum, and he wanted to continue to step forward and fight hard.

Zhao Mian snorted coldly, he had shown mercy just now, he could have wiped his neck with a sword or pierced his heart with a sword, since he is so ignorant of good and evil, then let's save his life.

"Stay on!"

Xuanyuan Sanguang who had fallen to the ground in the pavilion got up and shouted to stop his old friend's desperate actions.

Xuanyuan Sanguang was also hit in the chest with a sword, but only the skin was cut, and the bleeding stopped in such a short period of time, and the injury suffered was lighter than that of the big head.

The big head stopped and said in surprise: "Old ghost, I thought you died, and I wanted to avenge you."

"Fuck your grandma, you can't hang up with me even if you hang up. I haven't seen you in these years, I thought you were buried in the ground."

The two hugged each other, laughing nonstop.

Crazy Lion Iron War, the fighting lunatic among the top ten villains, fights with people until the other party kneels on the ground and calls grandpa before he will stop.

Zhao Mian also recognized the identity of the big head, but he wondered that Tie Zhan's temperament was different from the rumors, why didn't he fight himself to the death, it seems that although he is called a lunatic, he is not a fool. Donkey downhill.

"Young man, your swordsmanship is so handsome, who is your master?"

Eleven people came to the gate of the city, most of them were very old people, with white hair and beard, and wrinkled skin, they looked like they must be over 90 years old.

The one who opened the mouth was an old man with a long sword on his back, his eyebrows were white, but his waist was straight, and his body was elegant and elegant. It could be seen that he was also a handsome man when he was young.

Zhao Mian put his sword back into its sheath, glanced at the dozen or so people, and lingered for a moment on the three people who were helped behind the donkey cart behind the eight old men. Headmaster. Forgive me for my poor eyesight, but I don’t know the surnames of the seniors?”

The old man with the sword stroked his beard and said with a smile: "Shenxi, I have taught you a good apprentice. My name is Yu Ziya. I heard that Yan Nantian, the number one in the world, was fighting with someone in Mount Hua, so I came to watch the fun with a few old brothers. .”

"Hey, what is number one in the world, I never asked me to wait, I'm not afraid that the wind will flash my tongue." Another old man dressed as a blue-clothed scholar said arrogantly.

Yu Ziya smiled and said: "This is Mi Shiba. He is the No. 18 grandson of Mi Heng at the end of the Han Dynasty. He is not very capable but has the same virtue as his ancestor. This is Nan Guosheng, and Mr. Nan Guo, who was born in the Spring and Autumn Period, is his. Grandpa. This is..."

Xiao Nushi, Han Siyou, Jin Daqian, Tong Wuxiu, these old people with strange names were introduced by Yu Ziya one by one. They all had powerful ancestors.

Hearing the introduction of Nan Guosheng's ancestors, Zhao Mian remembered that the eight old men in front of him were top masters who lived in seclusion on Wuming Island.

The names they used were all fake, because they didn't want the world to know their identities, and now they came to Huashan with fake names for some reason, to meet Yan Nantian and Yaoyue?

Yu Boya pointed to the human being who sat on the donkey cart at the end and said, "This is it~~"

The man on the donkey cart was only 1.2 meters tall. He was a natural dwarf. He was dressed in black and carried a long sword about his height on his back. His face was wrinkled and he was not young.

Qin Jian cupped his fists to salute the last one, and said, "Your junior, when you were young, once heard that there was a hero in the rivers and lakes, who looked like a dragon and was unpredictable. This junior has wanted to see him for a long time."

Zhao Mian's second brother-in-law Nan Gongliu's eyes lit up and said, "Could it be called by someone~ called~"

The man laughed and said, "Young man, you don't need to be shy. Just call him 'Ghost Boy'. I've already gotten used to it. Not only won't I get angry, but I think it's a pretty good name."

Zuo Chunsheng, Murong Shuang and the others were stunned by the three words "Ghost boy". They had heard people say that this person was not only excellent in lightness kung fu, but also said to be Dongying Iga. The only descendant of the ninjutsu of the Gu secret sect became famous all over the world more than 50 years ago. Later, it was rumored that he went to Dongying to live in seclusion. He did not expect to come to China again decades later.

Zhao Mian was not surprised at all. He was very interested in the three people who were tied into zongzi on the donkey cart and had their acupuncture points tapped. He pointed to the donkey cart and asked Yu Ziya, "Why did these three villains fall into your hands?"

The three people on the donkey cart were constantly blinking at Xuanyuan Sanguang who was not far away, which meant to untie the rope and acupuncture points for them quickly.

These three are none other than Li Dazui who doesn't eat human heads, Du Sha with bloody hands, and Tu Jiaojiao who is neither male nor female among the top ten villains.

Ghost boy said with a smile: "These three are good friends of our apprentices, but they don't show loyalty. If they meet on the road, they will drag the little lion to kill them to prevent fire, saying that they want to kill Tie Mian while Huashan is discussing swords. The whole family of the young master. When we saw them being naughty, we wanted to kill the three of them. If the apprentice hadn't begged for mercy, they wouldn't be able to survive now. Huashan is very lively here, and the iron-faced young man should come to watch the fight.

After discussing with our elder brothers, we planned to give these three people to him.We have heard a lot about Mr. Iron Mask helping the victims along the way, and our old brothers admire him very much. "

Zhao Mian frowned, thinking that these three villains wanted to go to Qixingtang to make trouble?Is it because I am impatient to live.Although many elites from the Murong family came to Huashan, there are still many masters who stayed in Gusu. These three will definitely die miserably if they go.

Zhao Mian clasped his fists to thank the eight old men and women, and the daughter and son-in-law of Murong's family also expressed their thanks repeatedly.

Knowing that Zhao Mian is the iron-faced young man, the eight old guys were amazed, Lian Dao didn't expect the iron-faced young man to be so young.

At the donkey cart, Xuanyuan Sanguang had unlocked the acupoints of the three people.

Not male nor female, Tu Jiaojiao yelled at Tie Zhan who was not far away, Hehe Zhile: "Old lunatic, I'm xxx, I'm going to kill you, you..."

Li Dazui smiled at Xuanyuan Sanguang: "Old ghost, we haven't seen each other for how many years, do you have anything to eat? I haven't eaten all day."

Xuanyuan Sanguang glanced at the blood-handed Du Sha with a livid face, shook the torn clothes on his body and said, "Do you think I look like I'm hiding food?"

"Hey, then~"

Before they could finish speaking, the three of Li Dazui suddenly jumped up and flew away in three directions separately.

But before they ran more than ten meters, an old face appeared in front of them.

"do not move!"

"Go back you!"

Tu Jiaojiao and Li Dazui were caught up by Guitongzi and Mi Shiba respectively, and their acupuncture points were caught. One was pinched by the neck, and the other was dragged to Zhao Mian.

The lightness kung fu of the three villains is also top-notch in Jianghu, but it is not enough to look at in front of these old guys.

It was Mi Shiba who was going to intercept the bloody hand Du Sha, and he was currently defusing Du Sha's violent attacks again and again with ease.

Bloody Hand Du Sha's martial arts ranks first among the top ten villains. His right hand was severed by Yan Nantian and then pressed on an iron hook. His left hand held a short knife with blue-green light, and his offensive was like a violent storm.

But it was useless, the offensive was like waves hitting the reef, and the waves smashed to pieces and couldn't do anything to the reef.

Yu Ziya shouted to Da Zhan there: "Okay, stop playing."

Mi Shiba pursed his lips, and clapped his hands out like flowers, knocking out the dagger with one palm, and hitting Du Sha's chest with the other.

Du Sha flew backwards far away, spurting blood, moved a few times and didn't stand up, but with a ferocious sneer on his face, he tried his best to raise his head and stared at the crazy Mi Shiba.

His dagger was quenched with strange poison, and Mi Shiba's palm had already been poisoned by touching the dagger. He couldn't live, and the old man couldn't live much longer.

Mi Shiba grabbed Du Sha and threw it on Li Dazui, cursing, "You fucking use poison, and you have to waste a good medicine for me."

After speaking, he took out a porcelain bottle from his arms, poured out a vermilion pill and swallowed it.

His eyes were slightly squinted, and black blood dripped from the tip of his right index finger. The smell was foul and foul, and it took more than [-] drops of blood to turn into a normal color.

The old man Mi Shiba's complexion also became quite pale, and after a few breaths, his ruddy color returned to a certain level.

During the period, all the onlookers did not speak, but their faces showed that they were amazed at the fierceness of the poison on the short knife, and also marveled at the depth of Mi Shiba's inner strength, and the bullet, which recovered him in a short time. complexion.