Self-cultivation of loyal dogs

There is Jiuhua Gate on Mount Jiuhua, and Jiuhua Town at the foot of Mount Jiuhua.People in this town have a strong sense of belonging to Jiuhuamen, and they have always supported Jiuhuamen's decision unconditionally.

Recently, Jiuhuamen held a martial arts conference, and the whole town became lively.

There was a red carriage parked at the entrance of Laifu Inn, and the waiter hurried up to greet it.The man holding the sword gave him a cold look, then turned around and opened the curtain to help a man in white get out of the carriage.

The shop clerk glanced at the man's face, the flattery he would say every day became stammering when it came to his mouth.He greeted the two of them, peeking at the man in white from time to time.At this moment, the swordsman beside the man in white suddenly said, "The carriage is burned."

The shop clerk trembled in fright at his voice, and when he reacted, he asked doubtfully, "Burn?"

The swordsman didn't speak, but just stared, and Xiao Er said tremblingly, "It's burning, it's burning, it will burn in a while."

The swordsman withdrew his gaze and followed the man into the inn.

It happened that there was a storyteller in the store, so the waiter specially picked a good place for them to listen to the book.The swordsman randomly ordered a few dishes, then waved Xiao Er down.

The store was full of Jiang Hu people, and the swordsman put the long sword on the table and began to close his eyes and rest.

After the storyteller drank a cup of tea and cleared his throat, he stood on the chair and continued, "I said Luo Qiuyi, the number one beauty in martial arts, let's talk about Mo Nanchen, the leader of the Demon Cult. This Xuanming taught me to believe All the heroes here have heard of it. It can be said that there are not many people in this Jianghu who don't know Mo Nanchen's name, but no one knows what he looks like."

He hadn't finished speaking yet, and the supporter in the audience yelled and asked, "Nonsense, so many people know his name, how could no one know what he looks like."

As soon as Tuo spoke, the guests below also booed.A big man with a knife scolded: "I didn't come here to listen to your nonsense. Tell me what's going on. If you agree, I will give you money. If you say something bad, I will cut off your head!"

The storyteller shrunk his neck in fright, and there were several Shaolin monks sitting at the table near the big man, and the young young monks gathered together and whispered: "The righteous martial arts conference, he came to the Blood Sword Sect anyway."

The big man was about to have a seizure when he heard the words, when he turned his head and saw Monk Miaozhen sitting there, twirling the beads and looking at him with a smile.

The storyteller took courage when he saw the monk.He coughed twice, pretending to be calm, and said: "The leader of the Demon Cult, Mo Nanchen, practiced Demon Art and was cruel and bloodthirsty. Except for the Xuanming Sect, everyone who met him let him suck away his internal energy Become a human being. Everyone is dead, so naturally no one knows what he looks like."

He was frightened by the big guy from the Blood Knife Sect, and he didn't dare to continue to sell the lawsuit, he quickly shook his fan and continued: "But there is an exception to everything, when the four sects besieged Xuanming Sect, I followed. "

As soon as he finished speaking, someone shouted from below: "You are a storyteller, what are you doing!"

The storyteller ignored him, and said in a loud voice: "It is said that at that time, the head of the Promise Sect instigated against Elder Xu of the Xuanming Sect, and planned to take down the Xuanming Sect with one fell swoop. Just when they hit the gate of the Xuanming Sect, the weapon spectrum The fifth ranked swordsman Song Yanqing came out and stopped him."

"Although this Guardian Zuo is good at swordsmanship, he is too evil to be victorious. When he was about to be captured alive, the leader Mo Nanchen came out. I hid behind and took a look, yo! He has a blue face, fangs, and a hunchback. He looks just like that evil one. It's like a ghost. Especially those hands, the guests all know that Mo Nanchen practiced the palm technique, his hands are wide and big, the fingernails are so long that they almost hang down to the ground, he can pierce a person with a wave of his fingers head, red and white splashed all over his face..."

Before he finished speaking, a little girl with a sword on her back couldn't help but interrupted: "You are talking nonsense, how can anyone grow up like this!"

"What this heroine said is wrong. Then Mo Nanchen practiced magic skills, which is a crooked way. After practicing for a long time, he will naturally be different from ordinary people."

Song Yanqing originally put the long sword aside, closed his eyes and fell asleep.Ever since the storyteller mentioned Mo Nanchen, Song Yanqing listened expressionlessly.During this period, he secretly glanced at Mo Nanchen who was opposite him, and found that he seemed to be absent-mindedly fiddled with the mace necklace of the robber leader, but he was actually listening more seriously than him.

Seeing that the storyteller's words were getting more and more outrageous, Song Yanqing held his sword again and lowered his head, so as not to let Mo Nanchen see the corners of his mouth crazily raised.

The little girl with the sword on her back believed the storyteller's words, she covered her mouth and said, "It turns out that there are really people in this world who look so scary, just like the monsters drawn in the book."

Song Yanqing couldn't hold back, and pursed her lips tightly and hummed softly.Then he heard Mo Nanchen's soft voice saying, "Is it funny?"

Song Yanqing shook her head and said, "It's not funny."

"Oh...but I think it's very interesting." Mo Nanchen raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and said lazily: "If I grow up like that, even if I don't know martial arts, just stand outside Wouldn't it be a beautiful thing to be able to scare the courage of those people and win without fighting."

Hearing this, Song Yanqing looked up and was about to say something in response, but when he saw the spike powder on the table, he lowered his head nonchalantly and pretended nothing happened.

He whispered in his mind: '203, do you think he will kill the storyteller because of this incident. '

[If it is based on the role setting, the system thinks that what Mr. Song said is not accurate. ] The system paused and continued: [According to system calculations, the leader has an 80% chance of killing everyone except you. ]

Song Yanqing was not happy about his special treatment, he touched his few sympathies, took a deep breath and said: "Offend the leader, I will go and kill him."

Mo Nanchen, who was staring at the storyteller, immediately turned to look at him. Song Yanqing thought it meant agreement, grabbed the sword and was about to fly over to chop the storyteller.

Mo Nanchen sat up straight suddenly, looked at Song Yanqing and said, "Song has become more and more capable after saying so many words in one breath."

Song Yanqing withdrew her long sword, and sat back with a solemn expression: "I think he is mocking me, system, has his dependence on me reached 80 again?" '

[85/100, Mr. Song, do you need to read the detailed evaluation? ]

'no thank you. '

Mo Nanchen snorted coldly, got up and left suddenly, and Song Yanqing immediately followed.

The storyteller had already finished talking about Xuan Mingjiao, and started telling interesting stories about martial arts.

When passing by the group of monks, he heard a voice saying: "Thank you, Master Song."

Song Yanqing looked back suspiciously, a handsome young monk was looking at him with a smile.

Song Yanqing nodded seriously, turned around and caught up with Mo Nanchen.

He asked the system: 'Who is that monk. '

[Monk Miaozhen, an outstanding disciple of Shaolin, ranks third in the weapon list, and the next Shaolin abbot, ranks nine. ]

Song Yanqing reacted for a while when he heard 'Gong Nine', and he asked curiously: "That monk is Nine, so how many Gong are Mo Nanchen and Zuo Hufa?" '

[Although Mo Nanchen died suddenly, he was attacking three.Mr. Song, in the original text you are Gong Twelve. ]

Song Yanqing said in surprise: "Oh my God, am I not Zuo Hufa? Why are there so many people between me and the leader?" '

[This is arranged in order of relationship. Xuanmingjiao has many hall masters and sub-rulers. The special envoys from the Western Regions and the disciples of the Five Poisons of Miaojiang have also come to Xuanmingjiao. ]

Song Yanqing was enjoying hearing this, when Mo Nanchen in front of him suddenly said, "When did Protector Song meet Monk Miaozhen, why didn't I know?"

Song Yanqing looked at the top of Mo Nanchen's head, thinking that there are still many things you don't know.

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