There was a ready-to-wear shop in front of me. Zhao Boduan accidentally glanced at a banner with the words "Customized ready-to-wear" written on it. He looked down at some wrinkled and dusty clothes, and some small holes were cut in some places. Now he was not short of money on his hand, so he decided to change into a brand new set of clothes.

After entering the shop, Zhao Boduan saw that it was an empty shop with no common large counters and old shopkeepers. Some ready-made clothes were hung on the walls of the shop. At this time, a charming young woman in her thirties came over with a fragrant breeze.

The young woman said in a magnetic voice: "This young man, I am the shopkeeper of this store, just call me Zhang. Welcome to our Sheng Xifu, what kind of clothes do you want to customize?"

Zhao Boduan set his eyes on the hanging robe, and after staying for a while, he pointed to a Shu satin robe with a lilac as the main body and golden pattern embroidered on the corners, and said, "Make a robe of that color."

Zhang held a smooth silk handkerchief in his right hand, gently covered the cherry's mouth, and let out a "ah". Her face seemed slightly surprised, her eyes widened, and there was a bright red plum blossom on the corner of the hanging handkerchief.

Zhang said softly in confusion: "Young hero, such a lilac clothing is suitable for girls' homes. Do you think about another color? The bright blue robe next to it is also very good. If you wear that one, the girls' eyes will definitely be attracted by you."

Zhao Boduan was shocked when he heard this. He quickly compared his preferences for various colors for several months and now. He soon found that he liked bright colors now, but fortunately, he felt that the blue and gray were not annoying.

He felt a little relieved, and was very happy. He had not really used the sword, but he still retained the symbol of a man. He had not become like Yue Buqun and Lin Pingzhi later, who had cut off their life to practice magic skills, and became unconspicuous clothes without wearing them, just like a shemale.

Zhao Boduan said, "Okay, it's just that bright blue, but I'll get clothes in an hour. Of course, I'll pay twice the price." Looking at the young woman shopkeeper with a hesitant look on his face, he said decisively: "Let's do it, hurry up and ask the master to measure his body shape."

After sitting on the chair for an hour, Zhao Boduan changed into a brand new blue robe and left the shop. Amid the busy crowd, he walked on the street and suddenly found an acquaintance who had met in Fuzhou.

At this time, Laudenno and seven or eight people walked together, and the colors of their clothes were also uniformly green. One of them was a monkey squatting on his shoulder. The group of people was orderly, and according to their respective rankings in Huashan, they were lined up. The leader was Laudenno, the second senior brother.

Seeing this, Zhao Boduan thought to himself that these Huashan Sects were really declining, and their disciples were just that. Yu Canghai, the Qingcheng Sect, led more than fifty disciples to Fuzhou, and his magnificence was much stronger than the Huashan Sect. He followed quietly to see what these Huashan Sect people were going to do.

After walking for a quarter of an hour, Zhao Boduan followed the people from the Huashan School into a strange teahouse and sat down under a table not far from the Huashan School. Dr. Tea brought a pot of Hengshan specialty Nanyue Yunwu Tea, and served peanuts, pumpkin seeds, broad beans and other snacks.

Nanyue Yunwu Tea is produced in Nanyue Hengshan in central Hunan Province. Hengshan is majestic and beautiful, with clouds and mist all year round, and tea trees grow lushly. The Nanyue Yunwu Tea produced here is beautiful in shape, rich in fragrance and mellow in fragrance, and has been famous for a long time. As early as the Tang Dynasty, it was listed as a tribute.

Nanyue Yunwu Tea has a unique shape. Its leaves are pointed and long, like a sword. Soaked in boiling water, the tips are facing upwards, and the petals are slanted like flags. The color is bright green and sinks to the bottom of the water. It is like a jade flower with a colorful look. Especially the rich fragrance is refreshing, sweet and intoxicating; sweet, spicy, sour and bitter, and it makes people feel aftertaste for a long time.

These are the introductions of tea by Dr. Tea. Zhao Boduan thought that he had come to Hengshan City and of course he had to try the specialties here, so he agreed.

He picked up the small white tea cup and took it into the cup. When he looked at the light green tea, he felt happy. He smelled a fragrance like the tea trees on the mountain in his nose, and felt that the tea was indeed extraordinary.

After finishing the drink in a small mouthful, Zhao Bodu felt like his body was being caressed by a breeze. His mind was clear and his mind was refreshed. He paid more and more attention to the conversations of the people around him.

At this time, the sky suddenly became dark and it was drizzling. It was getting heavier and heavier, without any intention of stopping. People walking on the street hurriedly took shelter from the rain, some went home directly, some hid in shops on the street, and some entered the teahouse. After a while, the teahouse was full of people and chatting, it was very lively.

Suddenly someone said, "Brother, let me go." Before he finished speaking, three men in black sat down carelessly, and were welcome.

Zhao Boduan turned his head and looked at it. He found that the three of them were carrying weapons on their waists. He must have been a martial arts master. He said, "It's better, there is no one in these three seats."

These three Chinese characters nodded, and after giving thanks, they shook their coats wet by the rain, picked up the tea sent by Dr. Tea, and started chatting on their own.

A young man said, "This time, Master Liu San washed his hands. The scene was really big. There were three days left before the official start. Hengshan City was filled with guests coming to congratulate him. It was amazing to almost burst into Hengshan City."

Another man who had a blind eye said, "That's of course. The Hengshan Sect itself is one of the great martial arts sects. In addition, the Five Mountains Sword Sect joins forces, and the momentum is close to the Wudang of Shaolin. Anyone in the world doesn't want to make friends with them, so it's good to be familiar with them."

After a pause, the man drank the tea in the teacup in one mouthful and said, "Besides, Liu Zhengfeng's martial arts is amazing. The thirty-six-handed "Returning Feng Luoyan Sword" is known as the second master of Hengshan Sect, and is only slightly inferior to the head Mr. Mo Da. This time, the great heroes of the martial arts world naturally came to hear the news and wanted to have a condom with him."

Another white-bearded man said, "You are not saying anything. We three guys are not here to get in love, right? After Liu Zhengfeng washed his hands, he announced that he had withdrawn from the world and would no longer engage in action with others. He would just ask about right and wrong in the world. So what are others doing with him and what are they trying to do with him?"

The young man said, "Mr. Liu San will no longer use his punches and swords in the future, but he is always the boss of the Hengshan Sect. When making friends with Mr. Liu San, he will have a friendship with the Hengshan Sect, not to mention having a relationship with the Wuyue Sword Sect behind him."

The white beard sneered: "Stop bragging, are you worthy of making friends with the Wuyue Sword Sect?"

The blind man said, "Brother Peng, don't say that. The people of the Five Mountains Sword Sect are superb martial arts and have great momentum, but they never said they looked down on us, the little men in the martial arts world. If they were arrogant and looked down on others, how could there be many guests in Hengshan City to congratulate?"

The white beard snorted and said softly: "These people are mostly tempting the flames and possessing the power. I was angry when I saw it."

After hearing the old man's words, Zhao Boduan laughed in his heart, saying that you are jealous. If you give you the opportunity to meet Liu Zhengfeng, it would be strange if you don't cry and shout. Your appearance is probably even more humble than those you mentioned.

The sky was still dark outside the teahouse, and the bean-heavy rain kept falling, without stopping. At this time, two more entered the teahouse and put away their umbrellas. The two of them walked a long way in the heavy rain, and the hem of their clothes was still wet with rain, and water kept dripping.

When Zhao Boduan looked around, he found that Mu Gaofeng and Lin Pingzhi were coming in. At this time, Lin Pingzhi seemed to have taken a shower and cleaned his body, but his back was still hunched. Mu Gaofeng looked around the teahouse and also found Zhao Boduan. His eyes were condensed, and his sharp eyes shot like a knife.

Zhao Boduan did not give in, resisted Mu Gaofeng's sharp gaze, with a smile on his face, and continued to play the role of the winner. It seemed like he was saying, I have beaten you once, and this time, come on!

A desolate erhu sounded in the teahouse, interrupting the competition between the two. Zhao Boduan looked along the erhu sound and found that five or six steps away, a thin old man playing the erhu. The man was about fifty years old, wearing a white green robe, with yellow and dry skin, and a very depressed shape.

The people in the teahouse were talking loudly, and suddenly they heard the dissatisfaction music and started to curse.

"Old man, don't pull it anymore, it's so ugly."

"Damn, there are no dead people here, why do you want such an ugly Erhu?"

"Get out, you old man."

As if he couldn't stand these scoldings, the old man stopped playing the erhu in his hand, but the sad face became deeper and he sighed: "You don't understand, Hengshan, people are about to die." This sentence was very small, and outsiders didn't hear it, only Zhao Boduan, who was particularly careful, heard it...

Zhao Boduan's heart moved. Could it be that this inconspicuous old man was Mr. Mo Da? Looking closely at the bottom of the erhu, he found a five-centimeter hilt of sword. From this, it is certain that this old man is Mo Da, the head of Hengshan Sect.

No one in the teahouse paid attention to this inconspicuous old man and continued to talk to his companions.

Someone on Zhao Boduan's back suddenly said: "Uncle Wang, I heard that this Master Liu San from Hengshan Sect is only in his early fifties. He was at the peak of martial arts. Why did he suddenly need to wash his hands with a golden basin?"

An old voice said, "This is a good problem. Master Liu San is neither a thief in the green forest. He is afraid of being searched for the root cause and implicated his family. The Liu family is also a wealthy family in Hengshan. He is not a sudden miss the local owner. According to my opinion, perhaps it is because Liu Zhengfeng is famous enough in the world and wants to retreat bravely and no longer care about the grievances in the world."

The young man in black said, "Senior Wang, what you said is reasonable. How many people in the world have ended up in good terms? The clay pot is broken by the well, and the general will inevitably die in the formation. Even the elders of some major sects will inevitably be killed by their enemies. Master Liu San's move is really wise."

On the table on the right side of Zhao Boduan, a middle-aged fat man in a silk shirt suddenly interrupted and said, "You don't know that my brother was in the third town of Wuhan a few days ago and heard such a statement. Everyone said that because Master Liu San's martial arts skills are too high and his popularity is too good, he has to wash his hands."

Everyone was surprised and urged the fat man to finish his words.

The fat man said proudly: "I heard that Mr. Liu's attainments in these 36 ways of "Returning Feng Luoyan Sword" have long surpassed Mr. Mo Da's master. Mr. Mo Da can stab three geese with one sword, while Mr. Liu San can stab five geese with one sword. In addition, Mr. Liu San's disciples are better than those of Mr. Mo Da's disciples. Seeing that a fight is about to occur in Hengshan Sect, Mr. Liu San decided to give in to Mr. Mo Da and wash his hands."

Everyone nodded and responded, thinking that the reason was sufficient and praised Mr. Liu San for his noble character. As he spoke, he felt a little dissatisfied with Mr. Mo Da in his words.

Someone said, "Will Mr. Mo force his junior brother away, isn't it weakening the strength of Hengshan Sect? It's not very good."

The fat man said, "How can you have both things in the world? In order to maintain the position of the head, Mr. Mo Da had to do so."

The old man who played the erhu suddenly stood up, came to the fat man, shook his head and said, "You are wrong, you are really wrong."

The fat man was furious and was about to reach out to grab the old man's chest. Suddenly, a blue light flashed in front of him, and a thin sword was twitching towards the table, jingling across. The fat man was shocked and jumped backwards, fearing that he would be stabbed by the sword.

The old man put away his sword, turned around and walked out of the teahouse, and the sound of the desolate erhu sounded again.

Suddenly someone shouted "Ah": "Look!"

Everyone looked along the point where his finger pointed, and saw that the seven tea cups on the fat man's table were cut off a circle about half an inch high. The seven porcelain circles fell beside the tea cup, but none of them fell.

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Chapter completed!