Outdated swordsman begging online

Wen Tingyun didn't trust the Wudang faction very much, so he smiled sarcastically and said nothing, but Qin Zheng saluted Qingxu, "Dao Qingxu's long words are serious, why are there sinful words, look," Qin Zheng gestured to the back The wounded person lying on the ground frowned and said, "These are unarmed civilians. This disaster may be aimed at the two of us. I don't want to implicate them. I'm afraid it will make them leave their homes for a while. Controversy, right and wrong, I know my status is embarrassing, and I dare not ask the Taoist priest to make decisions for me, but these people are innocently implicated, Qin Zheng has a heartless request, and I hope the Taoist priest can agree!"

Qin Zheng bowed, clear and clear, helped him up and said, "Poverty understands, Wudang will try its best to protect all of you, and they will fight for them. I, Wudang, will never join forces!"

Qin Zheng raised his head in surprise, looked at Qingxu's cloudy eyes and asked, "Master Taoist, think it over, I will definitely not have anything to do with them in the future, but Wudang is a big faction, in case Wei Bing If you are given the accusation of colluding with the Demon Sect and treacherous people in Qing'an, wouldn't your century-old reputation be ruined? You don't need to get involved in these matters, just take the flower farmer out, and leave the rest to us and the people in Baihua Palace."

Qingxu knew what Qin Zheng was thinking, so he glanced at him meaningfully, patted him on the shoulder, and said with a smile, "After going through all this wind and rain, I still feel guilty for making you say these words, hey... Qin Zheng, take one step at a time, let's rescue people together and then discuss other things."

There was commotion among the crowd, those shirtless and burly men gave way, and a person came out from behind.

This man is carrying a huge axe, wearing a felt lump on his head, woolen trousers, wool boots and a big leather jacket. All the people under him are naked, but he is different. The Baihua Palace is very close to the southern Xinjiang. The hot and humid weather was no worse than Mobei's heavy snowfall. As soon as this talent came out, he was full of momentum, waving his leather cape in a decent manner.

Wen Tingyun sneered, "I'm not afraid of scabies, Wei Bingqing is really a dog jumping over the wall, what kind of trash is it?!"

Qin Zheng said, "At any rate, he finally dared to show his face."

Wen Tingyun made a rough estimate of the people in the National Teacher's Mansion and Wudang, and frowned.Not to mention whether he can trust these two groups of people, even if they are all here to help them, the number is still suppressed. The bandits all over the mountains and plains still hold a lot of gunpowder in their hands, which is really a tricky thing thing.

With big shoulders and a round waist, Felt lump loosened his neck and sneered at Qu Chen, "Tsk, what's the matter with calling a pretty boy."

Before Qu Chen got angry, the cavalry behind him reined in their horses and stepped forward, sweeping their swords and threateningly on guard.

A subordinate next to Felt Pimple reminded him in a low voice, "Boss, this is the national teacher of Qiuchi Kingdom, so I can't bear it easily."

Felt Knot was originally the bandit leader in Mobei. He didn't know much about the countries in the southern borders, let alone what kind of official position a national teacher is. He sized up Qu Chen and saw that he was fair and handsome, with a hairball squatting on his shoulder. Staring at himself with wicked eyebrows, he thought, compared with the rough-skinned and thick-skinned man in Mobei, he really looked like a young man who could be crushed to death, so he didn't take him seriously, "What country and teacher, Lao Tzu But it was appointed by the leader, and it is imperative to destroy Baihua Palace, Qin Zheng's head is mine!"

The subordinate quickly nodded and coaxed him, "Oh yes! It belongs to the boss."

Feeling lump looked over one by one while talking, "Wen Tingyun, you have to live, you can't escape!"

The subordinate was like a thorn in his back, and wanted to tell him to stop talking a few big words, but Wei Bingqing couldn't help it. Wei Bingqing's blue eyes swelled and became uncontrollable. No one else dared to touch his face, so they had to continue to lean on him, "Isn't it? The boss is out, whoever runs away Come on, no matter how fast our legs are, we still have... invulnerable firearms, who can compete with this thing?"

"That's right, I'm not interested in this old-fashioned old man, that... national teacher? Well, I'll reward you if you catch it in a while. Whoever has that habit can go and play on his own, and don't be afraid of killing people, I'll take care of it! "

Feeling relieved, Qin Zheng and Wen Tingyun disturbed his team just now, and he was a little bit unsteady. After a while, he lost twice as many troops as the opponent anyway, so he wasn't worried at all.

Qu Chen didn't want to look at him any more, and said coldly, "The fire is cleared, everyone let go." He sat down on the BMW and snorted, and Qu Chen took the reins and circled majestically, "Surrender Maybe you won't die, you have to fight with your life, over there..." He raised his finger and pointed to the half-bald mountainside that those people just hit Qin Zheng with firecrackers, "You bombed the hole, throw it away Then bury it on the ground, and it will not delay my business."

"Give it to me, first bring this little boy over to me!"

Felt lump couldn't look at his cold and arrogant appearance, as soon as he lifted the axe, the crowd surrounded them shouting and killing, and the ones standing in front of them were the people from the National Teacher's Mansion. The sick and disabled carried it out first, and then joined the battle and fought hard.

Qin Zheng drew his sword and was about to go up. Seeing Wen Tingyun touching his chin and wondering what he was thinking, he reminded, "Catch the thief..."

"Capture the king first, I know." He smiled at Qin Zheng, "I can't trust these people, it's safer to go by myself, brother wait, let's eat pork head meat tonight!"

"What... what pig's head meat?"

Wen Tingyun blinked mischievously, and went up with the knife. He moved strangely, no one could stop him when he jumped into the crowd, and went straight to the fat bump with big ears just now.The bandit leaders in Mobei are more or less capable. Compared with these shrimp soldiers and crab generals, they are much more difficult to deal with. Who is not a person who rolls over every day with knives, mountains, fires and seas? He is a real practitioner.But he was facing Wen Tingyun, who also rolled over like this, and he was fighting with this desperate real kung fu.

The giant ax did not leave any scratches on Han Ya, but because of too much force, his hands with bumps started to tremble a few times, and he was almost unable to hold his axe. Holding the giant ax in both hands, he bared his teeth and yelled, "Damn you, you are much more real than that little boy! Come on! Fight me, come, come, hold Wen Tingyun down!"

Wen Tingyun didn't even turn his head, kicked away the people who were about to surround him, and smiled sarcastically, "If you can't beat me, I'll call you your little brother, is this what you bandit leaders are capable of?" He stepped on a severed limb and kicked Knocking away the person blocking the felt lump, he let out a low voice, "Fatty fat man's head, mine!"

With a flash of the knife, there was no one in front of Felt Pimple to help him. His giant ax was chopped off by Wen Tingyun, and his legs softened and he knelt on the ground, "Your master, you are alive, you can't run."

He repeated what Zhan Geda said triumphantly just now, and when Zhan Geda heard him say "your master", his eyes widened immediately, and he was about to turn his head to look behind when his whole head was cut off by Wen Tingyun in an instant. The tiger-skin hat was still on well.

Felt Knotta was beheaded without even saying a word, and his head flew several feet high. Wen Tingyun stepped on his blood-spitting stump and flew up to catch it in his hand, and landed firmly beside a man.

Wen Tingyun didn't feel disgusted either. He shook the head in his hand, and suddenly kicked the man into his arms. The blood stained the man's gray robe, and the man stared at him through gritted teeth.

"What do you mean? I already have it." Wen Tingyun laid his cold teeth on the opponent's arm in a slow manner, and deliberately rubbed them back and forth, rubbing the blood on the knife so that the man's collar was all over the man's collar. Just put your neck against my blade, so that I won’t have a hard time grasping it, and if I cut through it, I won’t be able to play.”

He stared at the gray-robed man and let out a cruel smile. The man didn't have any weapons in his hands, and his figure was thin. He saw a man's head flying and hitting his stomach, and then Wen Tingyun wiped the back of the knife for a long time as a rag. Already trembling slightly after being frightened.

"You...do you know who I am...I..." The gray-robed man panicked and wanted to intimidate him, but the knife was in his throat, and it could kill him in just a second, so what he said was a bunch of bullshit, he was stunned It's because he hesitated and couldn't hold back a complete sentence for a long time.

Wen Tingyun became impatient, seeing his aggrieved appearance, raised the back of the knife and slapped him across the face, shouting, "Get over here!"

The gray-robed man trembled from the yelling, turned around slowly, put his throat against the blade, glanced at Wen Tingyun and said, "If I have something wrong, my father will not let you go. My father... ..."

Wen Tingyun grabbed him by the back of the collar, pulled him close, and whispered in his ear, "Isn't your father Cui Sheng from Shengyi Hall, young master Cui, it's okay if you don't mention it, maybe I'd like to keep you whole." Corpse, I will give it to you in the future, and I can find a place with good geomantic omens for him to send a white-haired man to a black-haired man."

With just a light slash of the knife, a little bit of skin was cut, and the gray-robed man's legs gave way and he almost fell. He was held up by Wen Tingyun and forced to stand there trembling, "Your gray robes, in my eyes, are life-threatening charms. Wearing it on my body to show off in the market, my teeth itch from hatred, and my hands shake when my teeth itch, what should I do?"

The gray-robed man is Cui Sheng's youngest son, named Cui Mo. He is twenty-eight years old. It can be said that he is not yet full-grown. The bandits came to block Wen Tingyun's way. He thought that the rivers and lakes were so easy to break through, and he brought a bunch of mobs with him, as well as the gunpowder/powder to open the mountain and explode rocks. He must be prepared to sit on the mountain and watch the tigers fight with peace of mind. It will be a matter of time before he invites his father to make a name for himself.

Who knows that there are too many people to help, he didn't expect that stinky beggar's martial arts to be so powerful, he and Wen Tingyun alone are tricky enough, and they even came out of the National Teacher's Mansion and Wudang Mountain halfway, he had already started to retreat, and then shrank in the felt Behind Pida, he planned to run away when the situation was not good, but Wen Tingyun still found out.

Wen Tingyun didn't intend to let him go, nor did he want to kill him immediately, so he scratched Cui Mo's throat lightly with the blade, "Several words scare you like this, your father knows you are so useless, I'm afraid he will regret letting you come here Let's go. There are so many bandit leaders, whoever you pick out is more handsome than you, tell me, how did you make them obey you obediently?"

He moved a little closer, deflected the knife, and patted Cui Mo's face, "Could it be that they are so willing to be your servants because of their ability to climb the bed?"

Cui Mo was anxious and angry, his face turned blue and red, and he dared not to scold, biting his lips and almost choking back tears.Wen Tingyun only felt happy, but didn't want him to glance sideways at Qin Zheng who was not far away, and found that Qin Zheng would look at him from time to time, with pity in his eyes and a little inexplicable...unhappy.

"Cough...I won't tease you anymore." Wen Tingyun stepped back to keep a distance from Cui Mo, but the knife was still on his neck.

Cui Mo trembled, thinking that he was going to be cut off, recalling Wen Tingyun's words, thinking that he had plans for him, so he said anxiously, "Are you going to kill me, please don't kill me, if you... If you like it, I can, I can be with you..."

Wen Tingyun was stunned, and interrupted him, "What are you thinking about at such a young age? What are you doing to me? Don't talk nonsense. People will think I have evil intentions towards you after hearing this!" He glanced uneasily. Qin Zheng, seeing him moving through the crowd as usual, swinging his sword like flying, seemed to have no energy to take care of him.

"Then...then you just said, that the one who climbs the bed is capable..." Cui Mo thought of Qin Zheng, everyone said that he was able to survive under Wen Tingyun by climbing the bed, so Cui Mo went all out and said, "Don't kill me, I will let you do whatever you want...do whatever you want!"

Wen Tingyun's eyebrows were all twitched, and he sighed, "I'm a family man now, if you talk nonsense, I won't be able to keep you alive!"

Cui Mo wanted to say something, but he heard Qin Zheng speaking in a warm voice from a distance, "Have you played enough... Now is not the time to be naughty!"

Wen Tingyun smiled, and looked at Cui Mo proudly, "See, Madam loves me so much, how could I be willing to let someone like you crawl on the bed, let's go, tell them to stop, hand over all the firearms, I don't want to die I just knelt down and tied myself up, and if you want to die, you can beat him."

Hearing "little thing" Cui Mo trembled inexplicably, tremblingly, "Then... what about me, what about me?"

"Look at your performance," Wen Tingyun sneered, and pointed to the felt bump that rolled down to the side and was still bleeding, "Pick it up and hug it. Do you remember what I told you to say?"

Cui Mo was pressed against his back by his cold teeth, and Mu Mu Nao picked up the head and hugged it in his arms. He turned around and saw Wen Tingyun raised his chin towards him, and according to what he said, Cui Mo raised his last breath and yelled loudly. "Stop", the voice trembled, thinner than the singing voice.

The people around him naturally gave up their hands a long time ago, and they were still fighting from a distance to look over. First, they saw Wen Tingyun holding him hostage with a knife, and when they looked down, they saw the felt head.

Everyone was stunned, the number one leader of the Mobei bandits, just... gone?

Shocked, they all stopped.

Cui Mo told Wen Tingyun what he told him, and shouted out every single word. Everyone was quiet for a while, and after recovering, some threw their knives and surrendered, and some were furious and wanted to fight to the death. Wen Tingyun expected such a scene, so he didn’t panic He took his time to find something to tie Cui Mo tightly, and pulled it among the Wudang disciples like a dog, and handed it to anyone he found, "Don't lose it, take it well."

Cui Mo's heart was ashamed, "..."

Qin Zheng knew what he meant. Most of the people who wanted to die with them were recruited Mobei mountain bandits. If they killed them, they would kill them. They used people's money to work for others. The king has confessed here, and they probably knew what would happen. It is better to fight until the end for the felt lumps when you end up with no personal wealth.

Qu Chen sent his men to gather all the people who were kneeling and had nothing to tie him up, and then he held his sword and Qin Zheng to deal with the desperate Mobei people. Wen Tingyun led the little master out with incomparable precision. Restraining the actions of most people, in this way, the outcome is obvious.

At the end, the bandits were all dead, and there were not many left. The people from the small sect were gathered aside and were as quiet as chickens. Some people in twos and threes ran out in disorder. Wen Tingyun wanted to chase them out and kill them all, but Qin Zheng stopped them. Stopped, "Let them go, these people are the worst people to kill."

Holding the knife in his arms, Wen Tingyun approached Qin Zheng and said, "Brother is showing kindness again?"

Qin Zheng glared at him, and said solemnly, "These cowards will definitely expose today's events with embellishments when they go out, just use their mouths to make those who should be afraid more afraid, those who are not firm stand more hesitant, hate me I can go and meet for a while if I have enough time to sharpen the knife, if there are still three or two who are not willing to let us die, I should feel relieved here."

"It's up to you." Seeing the sweat on his forehead, Wen Tingyun reached out to his waist to take off his hip flask, and wanted to feed him a sip of wine, but Qin Zheng couldn't help it. He raised his head and drank it. Just as he was about to wipe his mouth, Wen Tingyun suddenly stopped He took a sip of the wine dripping from his lips.

After the flags died down, everyone rested and adjusted on the spot. Many people saw this scene, and they pretended not to see it. Wudang's disciples occasionally whispered about the rumors of the river and lake crawling on the bed, but Qingxu stared at him. I dare not speak anymore.

Qu Chen was dressed in snow-white, sitting on the side coldly, stroking the ferret in his hand from time to time, and the servants couldn't wait for him, but he kept staring at Qin Wen, who was flirting and cursing not far away, as if there was no one else, The more he looked at his body, the colder he felt, and he hated that his eyes couldn't move away, piercing his heart, but he couldn't help but look at that person more.

Does this person have a heart? He came all the way here without even saying a word of thanks. He clearly knew how much he felt for him, but he still made fun of Wen Tingyun so intimately. The more Qu Chen thought about it, the more depressed he became. There is a difference, shivering and trying to get under the clothes, but Qu Chen pressed on his legs and rubbed them fiercely, and it seemed that he was going to be bald.

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Ow!Let's move on to the plot!