Peach Blossom Dream

It was pouring down one after another, and those who were not sharp-eyed wondered why it stopped suddenly.

That is the famous Moon Shadow Flying Needle in the world!Seeing that it often has to pay the price of life, and now it is thrown out by a young and unknown person?

The countless spectators below were all stunned.

Zuo Qingyue was willing to gamble and admit defeat, Shi Shiran cupped her hands and said: "I lost, all according to my uncle's instructions."

All in disbelief:

"He really won against Zuo Qingyue?"

"When you see someone good-looking, you put water on it, I'll bah!"

"Who is this person? Is there such a person in Jianghu?"

"I haven't seen it before. It stands to reason that this skill and appearance shouldn't be someone unknown?"

Amidst the chaos, someone suddenly called out with admiration, "Uncle Hero!" For a while, many quacks in the inn brandished their weapons, their eyes full of admiration: "Uncle Hero! Uncle Hero!" ! Uncle Hero!"

Of course, there are also many supporters of Zuo Qingyue shouting at the top of their voices: "Master Zuo! Master Zuo!"

Zuo Qingyue sat on the beam and touched her nose, taking a moment to calm herself down: "Uncle Hero, you have become famous now."

Uncle, with a proud face and no joy, watched the extraordinary excitement below with cold eyes, and said: "People are afraid of becoming famous, and pigs are afraid of being strong."

"...Eh? Hahahahaha" Zuo Qingyue felt that although this uncle was cold and hands-on, he was a bit cute in a strange way, which made people want to make fun of him.

He Ming in the crowd also completely forgot what happened before, raised his head and shouted: "Uncle Hero, if you are willing, today our brothers will recognize you as the boss! Let us guide people like Zuo Qingyue back to the right path !!!”

Shu Jifeng was so frightened that he almost lost his foot and fell off the beam.

Seeing that Uncle Feng hesitated, the brothers behind He Ming shouted at the top of their voices, "Boss Uncle! Boss Uncle! Boss Uncle!"

The disciples of Qingyue Villa were about to suppress it, but when they looked in the blink of an eye, they found that their owner was also smiling and shouting "Uncle Boss", and simply watched the show with their sleeves folded.

Shu Jifeng was in a panic, he didn't want to be the boss at all, especially he didn't want to be the boss of this man named He Ming.

Seeing the culprit Zuo Qingyue's serious smile, Shu Jifeng was a little annoyed: "Who just talked about it and didn't practice fake moves? These words are obviously more powerful than swords and guns."

"Ah, this..." Zuo Qingyue couldn't argue, "I made a mistake, please don't be angry...hahaha"

"........."

Uncle Jifeng had no choice but to think about it, and finally escaped in embarrassment among the "bosses" one after another.

This scene directly caused Zuo Qingyue behind her to laugh and cough, and dragged her voice to shout from behind: "Boss Uncle, your Mr. He wants to recognize you as the boss..."

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3. God you are playing with me

Shu Jifeng never imagined that, as a person from Yunshan, the only disciple of Dongfeng Sanren, who was once the number one killer in the night, one day he would be reduced to the point of running around with his head in his arms.

Just because of a few words.

He just wanted to travel around the mountains and rivers to earn a little money, and then eat delicious food and drink spicy food.Why didn't he make any money in the end, and he became a hot topic in the eyes of others?

Didn't Master say that he will benefit from the East this year?Is it referring to this kind of muddle-headed thing about being someone else's boss?

"It's unlucky to go out, and I forgot to buy the almanac!" Shu Jifeng hurriedly closed the door and was about to fall asleep with his head covered, when he accidentally heard the sound of footsteps coming from the creaking stairwell, as if thousands of troops came to pay homage , with the shouts of "Uncle Boss" in the middle.

"Damn it, force her to be a prostitute!" Uncle Jifeng lifted the quilt, quickly packed up his bag and went out the window, who knew that the window hadn't been cleaned for many years, and Uncle Jifeng touched a spider web on his nose.

It happened that there was a white horse behind the inn. It was slender and white, and its tail was flicking leisurely. It didn't look like a horse that the owner was eager to use.

It seems that there is no unparalleled road!

"Little white horse, borrow it from me today? If you don't make a sound, it's an agreement?" Uncle Jifeng touched the horse's face, jumped up to identify the direction at will, and rode away, trying to leave the embarrassment behind. .

The horse carried Shu Jifeng through two villages, and came to a beautiful pine forest:

There is not a single miscellaneous tree in the whole forest, the sound of horseshoes disappears on the path full of pine needles;

Uncle got off his horse and walked every time, his heart skipped a beat.He went down the mountain to play this time and received a mission - to find the next world-outside cloud mountain for Fengjiao.The place seems to be doing fine so far.

It's a pity that before Uncle Feng had time to investigate further, he saw that someone had already arrived first—a farmer was drinking from a spring by the edge of a mountain stream.

The farmer washed his face and thick beard, looked back at Shu Jifeng, and was very surprised: "Master, this mountain is so remote, it's dangerous to walk alone."

Shu Jifeng pointed to his side and said, "I still have a horse."

The bearded farmer let out a long sigh and began to babble: "My lord, I don't know. Two months ago, I heard that there were demon cultists from the north who came to Dahe, and they specifically picked out remote places to kill women, children, old and young. Now even a rough man like me The Han people only go out to buy daily necessities every [-] days. I think that although the young master has a horse but no sword by his side, and he looks unfamiliar with the place, he is easy to be targeted by the northern devils. "

"North? Demon Cult people?"

Uncle Feng was taken aback for a moment, and the past came to mind instantly.

In his previous life, he was the No. [-] assassin in the night, and his last mission was to assassinate the demon sect leader Zhang Xiaoxiao. Although he tried his best to seriously injure the opponent, he also died together under the arrow rain of his own people.

He Ming died together that time.

Of course he knew that it was the Holy One's choice, sacrificing two tiny lives to ensure nothing would go wrong, and he could only accept his fate as a small person; later, he did not expect that God had mercy on him and gave him a completely different life after death, so that In the past two years, Shu Jifeng thought that he had finally received the favor of God.

But it was less than two months since I went down the mountain, and when I heard the news about the Devil's Cult again, Uncle Jifeng roared in his heart: God, you are playing with me!

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Uncle Jifeng listened, and said for a long time: "When the sky falls, there will be a tall one to support it."

Anyway, since his uncle has held out once, he doesn't want to hold out for the second time, can't he be beaten or escaped?No matter what country it is, the sky is still the same sky, and the earth is still the same land, as long as there is food and water to drink.

The bearded farmer sighed, and turned the conversation around: "You can walk out of Junzi Mountain in a short distance. The sun will soon go down, and you can go to the tavern in front of you to have a meal, and let the boss help you find a place to stay. place. Remember, don’t go out alone at night.”

"Understood, old man." Uncle is always busy sleeping every night, how could he travel?Not to mention the night, he couldn't get up during the day.

The bearded farmer nodded and pointed to the front: "No, the tavern is right there."

Uncle Feng looked up, and sure enough, he saw a tattered flag on the other side of the mountain trembling against the wind in the setting sun, as if it would be blown to pieces by the wind the next moment.

Well, it doesn't look expensive, it should be a place where I can afford it.

Looking closer, there are still three large characters on the flag that are almost fading: Wealth and surplus.

Uncle looked at the old thatched roof, glanced at the windows that were not in good condition and the poor furnishings in the store, and secretly laughed: "There is more than enough money, but not enough money; so it seems that I don't know whether the flag is broken or the dream is worse. broken.

"This is the only place to eat in the vicinity. It's getting dark, young master, you can make do with it, safety is the most important thing." The bearded farmer finished and walked towards his home with his basket on his back.

After saying goodbye to the bearded farmer, Shu Jifeng went straight into this misnamed tavern, sat down at a table and chair that looked a bit tough, and ordered a few signature dishes and a serving of rum.

It's embarrassing to say, since Uncle has picked off the worst head and touched the hottest blood in his previous life, but he still can only drink the newest and weakest rum.But he hid it well, and no outsiders knew about this matter in two lifetimes—whether it was a killer or not, people would laugh to death if it spread out.

The owner of the tavern was both the accountant and the food delivery man, so he was very nimble and had all the food on the table in a short while.

After a few mouthfuls of food, the conversation at the next window accidentally fell into Shu Jifeng's ears:

"Have you heard? The owner Zuo Qingyue lost to a fledgling kid today!"

"impossible!"

"It's true. I heard that kid took Jiang's Moon Shadow Flying Needle with three moves and two moves, and beat him until he covered his heart and almost vomited blood!"

"real or fake?"

······Since Uncle Feng choked on a sip of wine, he couldn't help asking: Is Jianghu too small, or Zuo Qingyue too famous?Or does the message have wings and fly?

At this time, the person who spoke first said mysteriously: "My third uncle's nephew's friend's neighbor saw it with his own eyes, and he said that if that kid was more ruthless, the Zuo Zhuangzhu would definitely vomit blood and beg for mercy!"

The people next to them covered their mouths and stared, in disbelief:

"Master Zuo really vomited blood? He deserves it!"

"You deserve it! Your whole family deserves it! This kid is definitely not a good person. It is not healthy to bully the Zuo Zhuangzhu."

"Fart! Zuo Qingyue is not a good person!"

"Are you a good person?"

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