He survived under the hands of Bai Yueguang

Relying on the instinct of bullying the weak and fearing the strong for many years, the strong man quickly realized that today they encountered a hard stubble, a nail pierced their hands, not to mention it was made of diamonds.

The few disciples of Zundaomen didn't care about their face. Seeing their boss holding a crippled fist, they all became a mess and turned their heads to run away.

As soon as they turned around, without even touching the door frame, the door closed by itself, tightly closed.The windows on all four sides were also closed tightly in unison, and the light shining into the room was somewhat dimmed.

To them, Zhou Yiguang's internal strength was no less terrifying than a ghost hitting a wall.The door he closed with a wave of his hand, even Hades couldn't push it open.

But in the airtight inn lobby, those who greeted those disciples from the outer sect of Daomen were truly terrified.They seem to understand what it means to have no way to go to heaven and no way to go to hell.

The brawny men have long lost their minds, their lips trembling in fright.

Zhou Yiguang sat on the long wooden bench very casually, his eyes were casual, and he did not fall on those disciples, for fear that the blood on the faces of those people would stain his eyes.His pitch is not high, but it has piercing power:

"The stool next to me stood upright, why did it fall down?"

The leading strong man trembled and crawled to help up the stool he kicked down, and put it back in its original form.

Zhou Yiguang's eyes fell on the strong man's back like a thorn:

"So you were so careless, I seem to remember, who do you want to ask to kowtow to you?"

The burly man had a hulking back, and when he heard this, he didn't even have time to turn around, his legs were already weak from fright, and with a "plop", he turned his back to Zhou Yiguang, and the burly man knelt down on the ground.

Zhou Yiguang felt that this was very good, so as not to turn around and face him, hurting his eyes.

The strong man cried and shouted: "I, I kowtow to the uncle, the uncle spared me, spared me..."

As he said that, he bent down and knocked a few times with "bang bang", so hard that the ground shook.

Zhou Yiguang lazily relaxed his neck and shoulders: "What's the point of kowtowing alone, let's go together. Don't kowtow too much, I can't bear it, three each, I want to listen."

So, those disciples of the respected Daomen ran to kneel in a row with the strong man headed by them, with their backs to Zhou Yiguang, and kowtowed "kuang kuang" under the noses of all the diners in the inn.Each blow is a huge muffled sound, three blows per person.Not too much at once, not too little at once, leaving a neat row of blood marks on the ground on his forehead.

Zhou Yiguang turned to the waiter in the shop: "Do you have hemp rope? The kind used to bind animals?"

The waiter in the shop nodded and said yes, and soon moved a large bundle from the back kitchen.

Zhou Yiguang threw the hemp rope in front of the headed strong man: "Get up, tie up your brothers and sisters, and tie them tightly, and then I will let you go."

The strong man picked up the hemp rope, so excited that he burst into tears.He was proficient in his movements, and every knot was tied in place, for fear that Zhou Yiguang would be dissatisfied.Not long after, the companions were tied up and thrown into the woodshed.

"Go away, Hui Zun Daomen, and send a message to your sect master: I, Rong Guang, want to trouble you."

He is glorious!

Some of the diners realized that he was Rong Guang, the young master Rong Guang who destroyed the Shanghe Gate by himself.

The folklore goes like this:

The young master Rong Guang is a big murderer without batting an eyelid. He is bloodthirsty. He has planned for many years and is openly hostile to the upright people.The Shanghemen, which also existed in the strange rumors, were wiped out overnight, and he was able to retreat completely. The world thought that he would have to be in his 30s at least, and he had to be a genius in martial arts to be so great. ability.

The young master Rong Guang practiced sorcery, and his martial arts improved very quickly, but his mind was already abnormal, and he tended to go crazy, killing anyone he saw.What's more, he is said to be a monster with three heads and six arms, and a face full of fangs.

When I saw him today, I didn't expect that Young Master Rong Guang would be so young, with such a handsome appearance, let alone a monster with three heads and six arms.And with his appearance, even if he committed a lot of murders, it would be difficult for you to combine him with the stereotype of the big devil, because he looks really good-faced.

How many people can see that Zhou Yiguang came out of the main hall of Shanghemen with his hands behind his back that day, his jade face asura was breathtaking.

If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, it would be really hard to connect Zhou Yiguang's foolish look with the scene that night.

A leaf was pinned to Zhou Yan's collar. Zhou Yiguang picked it up affectionately and played with it in his hand, as if what happened in the inn had nothing to do with him.This name that shocked the audience is not like him at all.

The blood-stained strong man had naturally heard the title of Young Master Rong Guang, and his face turned pale with shock.Adding up all the regrets in his life, he is not as strong as he is today.Overthrowing a sect overnight caused the other three families in the Tongmenghui to meet up urgently, and there was a sudden panic.

Such characters, such arrogance, no one in the world knows you.

The strong man stumbled all the way, and brought Zhou Yiguang's words back to Zundaomen upside down.

The strong man had disappeared, and several of his brothers were tied up and placed neatly in the woodshed.Everything calmed down, except for the blood stains on the ground from the row of broken heads, it seemed that nothing had happened in the house.

Zhou Yiguang let go, and the leaves in his hands flew away with the wind, drifting outside the house without a trace.

Zhou Yiguang smiled warmly, turned sideways to the waiter in the shop and said, "It's time to serve."

Several clear side dishes are served on the table, with meat and vegetables alternated, delicious in color.Zhou Yan picked up a piece of Huadiao beef as thin as a cicada's wing, and said, "Interesting."

Zhou Yan's words were endless, Zhou Yiguang looked at the piece of beef in his hand, puzzled: "What's so interesting?"

Zhou Yan clasped his chin, and put the sliced ​​beef into Zhou Yiguang's mouth.

"you are interesting."

"Hmm..." A piece of beef was stuffed into his mouth suddenly, and he almost choked.The beef slices are well cut, and with the overflowing aroma of wine, it melts in the mouth.

Zhou Yiguang swallowed the beef: "Well, it's delicious."

I don't know why, obviously I didn't do anything, but Zhou Yan smiled happily, as if he was in a good mood.

The diners had already sat in their respective seats in silence, after watching the good show, but they didn't know how to deal with themselves, either leaving or staying, facing such a person, after all, they were a little nervous.

In the end, after eating and drinking enough, Zhou Yiguang and Zhou Yan took the first step and said:

"They are locked in the firewood room. If everyone has a grudge, they will retaliate against their grievances. Whatever you do, no one will retaliate."

"They" naturally refers to the outer disciples of Zundaomen in Yurou Township. Zhou Yiguang did a very pleasant thing, let those who have been bullied take revenge.

The news was spread in the town, and after people got the news, they settled the accounts with hatred.Their fate is in the hands of the people who have been bullied, which is very fair.

After going out, the two walked aimlessly on the street for a while, because they had no money, so they were quite boring.

Zhou Yiguang: "Jincheng is really lively."

Zhou Yan: "Yes."

Zhou Yiguang: "I feel like I'm going to be famous soon."

"Well," Zhou Yan seemed to be thinking of something, and his tone was a little sour, "Soon, the name Rong Guang, the scourge of the world, will be louder than the luthier on the 24th floor."

Zhou Yiguang nodded: "Being a scourge in the world is more interesting than a luthier."

"Where are we going later?"

Zhou Yan thought for a while: "Shuzhong."

The author has something to say:

I started writing this story from the hot summer solstice, and it will be the beginning of autumn soon, thank you little cuties for your company~