There were thunder in the sky, and more than ten horses stood solemnly at the city gate, and the rain as big as soybeans hit the hat, cloak and sword, making crackling sounds.

“Get out of here!”

The weak-bodied young girl rides on a red horse with a dirty child of her age behind her, and she looks like she wants to elope with her lover.

The Huang family is in Huangfeng County. Although it is not as powerful as Baidaozhuang, it is also a famous family in the world.

My wife was kidnapped by a little gangster. How could the Huang family disciples present ignore it? The leader drove his horse outside the city gate and persuaded:

"Miss, things in the world are not a joke. They are often killed and killed. I hope you can think about the head of the family and the wife. If you do something with this kid today, the Huang family will suffer a great disaster..."

Miss Qiu knew that all love, hate, love and hatred were illusions, but the guards in front of her didn't know that they were loyal to her.

Miss Qiu couldn't wake these people up, let alone cut them one by one. She could only drive the horse into force:

"You guys get out of the way..."

"Miss, Miss..."

A wave of people stopped me at the gate of the city. Before they could pull it for a long time, a thunderous horse hooves sounded again in the suburbs outside the city.

Seeing this, the Huang family's guards changed slightly, and they all turned around and pressed their waist knife, as if they were facing a great enemy.

Baidao Village and the Huang family are both counties, only more than ten miles away from the county town. When the Huang family heard the news, they arrived first and learned that Baidao Village, who died suddenly, would definitely not be slow to kill.

Zuo Lingquan sat behind Miss Qiu. Looking up, he saw more than a hundred fierce horses rushed over from the countryside. The horses were all men wearing hats and holding big swords. The leader was a gray-haired old man with blood-red eyes and shouted:

"Thief! I'll give my son my life back!"

"Oh no, it's Mr. Zhao Ba of Baidaozhuang, what should I do?"

The Huang family guards looked dissatisfied, and several of them even gave Miss Qiu a wink, making her hide quickly.

In the eyes of outsiders, Zhao Ba, the owner of Baidao Village, is the second generation ancestor of an immortal family in the Military Supervision Temple. He had a quarrel with Xun Fu, and was dissatisfied with using public interest for personal gain, so he came to be a father and experience life.

But when the second generation ancestor came in, he also sealed his memory according to the customs, so the current grief of Zhao Ba's "lost his son in old age" and his hatred for the murderer are not fake at all.

Zhao Ba carried two swords and led more than a hundred disciples to the outside of the county town with a fierce look. His eyes widened and his bearded and his hair was wide open, and he cursed:

"Okay, Huang Shiying, dare to kill my son..."

The guards led by the Huang family dared not draw their swords in front of this old hero in the world, and quickly explained:

"Master Zhao, don't get me wrong. When the young lady learned that something happened to the young owner, she brought me and others to kill first. She had already taken the murderer. This is the one who handed over to Mr. Zhao to deal with..."

The guard next to him quickly winked at Miss Qiu and asked her to push Zuo Lingquan to take the blame... It was not considered a culprit, it should be one person who did things and one person.

Miss Qiu is really hard to get into a playhouse like this, but hundreds of swordsmen are blocking the way, so she can't say, "I don't have time to play with you." She is also a little worried at the moment and doesn't know how to get out.

Seeing that he couldn't leave, Zuo Lingquan didn't say much nonsense, he turned over and got off the horse and walked out of the Huang family's guards with a knife:

"I killed your son. I want to go on the road with him, even if I come."

The arrogant tone made the Huang family guards look terrifying.

Zhao Ba held two swords in his hand and heard these arrogant words, and was immediately angry and laughed:

"This is the first time I have seen such a person who is not afraid of death in decades. Who are you instructed? Why do you want to harm my son?"

Zuo Lingquan just chopped off the young owner with one knife. He thought he was dreaming, and "remember" the guy beat him three days ago and slaughtered him with one knife.

Now that I learned that he is not the only one in the dream, I don’t know if there are observers, this whim answer is obviously not suitable as a reason.

Zuo Lingquan did not explain this and responded directly:

"I don't like him. Is this a reason enough?"

Zhao Ba's forehead bulged with blue veins, and the horse under his crotch was also treading restlessly in the muddy ground. He said angrily:

"Good boy. Get it for me. Today, if I don't peel you and get cramps, I will..."

"Slow down!"

The two sides were confronting each other, and a cold shout suddenly sounded from a distance.

Zhao Ba paused, and in a blink of an eye, he saw a black horse racing in the suburbs outside the city.

It was immediately a man in black, with a well-proportioned figure and handsome face. He was holding a long sword with a glittering cold light, his eyes were full of sneer, and he stared at Zuo Lingquan.

Everyone present had no impression of this person just now, but when they saw the person coming, they recognized who this person was Xun Zhennan, the first swordsman in Tiannan, the young master of Baidaozhuang, and Zhao Ba's adopted son, who traveled abroad all year round and rarely came back a few days ago. It was rumored that he would come to visit him.

Zuo Lingquan's vague memory inexplicably appeared in his mind, which felt a bit strange, but as a person in the game, he couldn't tell whether Xun Zhennan had just appeared in this world or had been there before.

Zhao Ba and others and even the Huang family guards couldn't even feel the suddenness. When Zhao Ba saw the visitor, he showed joy on his face, and then sadness arose:

"Zhennan, you finally came. If you had come one step earlier...ah..."

The one who came on a horse was naturally Xun Fu, the grandson of the Chiwu Star Lord Xun Mingzhang.

Xun Fu fell into a dream again and retained his memory. His psychological state at this time must be different. To describe it, it is probably similar to the time traveler. This world is full of ignorant natives. He is the only one who is an immortal from heaven, and he has a sense of superiority that "everyone is drunk and I am awake alone."

However, Xun Fu also knew the rules of the blessed land. He said nonsense at the least that he was regarded as a madman by the dreamer, and at the worst that he was destroyed the order of the dream, awakened everyone, and angered all the monks who fell into dreams.

Although Xun Fu has a high status, he is not the only monk with a deep background in Huangliang Blessing Land. He still has to keep a low profile.

Xun Fu drove the horse to the two groups of people, and according to his current identity, he bowed to Zhao Ba first:

"Enjoyed Father, I already know about Brother Zhao. Brother Zhao and I are brothers who are both stolen. He died under the thief's knife. How could I ignore him? Let me deal with this."

After saying that, Xun Fu came to the front of the team with a knife, and looked down at Zuo Lingquan at the right moment:

"Boy, I heard that before you killed someone, you said, 'Don't be careful with your admiration for three days'. I wonder if you have heard another sentence, 'A mountain is also high'?"

Zuo Lingquan thought the other party was seeking revenge for his brother, but for some reason, he always felt that the other party's eyes were a little strange, well... it was like looking at an ignorant monkey.

Zuo Lingquan was very unhappy with this look, and he raised his knife and pointed it at Xun Fu:

"Yeah?"

Xun Fu was also really cautious. After looking at Zuo Lingquan, Leng Bingbing turned over and dismounted, took out a meat bun from the side of the horse's bag, and walked with a knife while gnawing.??

The onlookers, including Miss Qiu, had a strange look in their eyes, and they thought Xun Zhennan was not very normal in his mind.

Zuo Lingquan understood the reason and was speechless, so he said directly:

"Your Excellency is very particular about people. You know not to be a starving ghost. You can get on the road after eating."

…—

In the county town, in a restaurant not far from the city gate.

Xu Yuanfeng, the young castle owner of Tianying Castle, and Zheng Yuan, and the butler, stood side by side at the window on the second floor of the restaurant, looking at the tense situation outside the city gate.

It is indeed true that the Huangliang Blessing Land can allow monks to experience reincarnation in their dreams, but as the controller of the Blessing Land, how could the Military Police Temple be satisfied with making some money from the Blessing Land?

The original blessed land of yellow and wheat was only the firewood, rice, oil and salt, joy, anger, sorrow and happiness, and the atmosphere in the rivers and lakes was very low. It was a place where people could survive the worldly disasters.

However, the Military Supervisor Temple is a martial arts sect. In order to innovate and develop innovative martial arts concepts, artificial interference slowly turns the Huangliang blessed land into what it is today.

The monks pass through tribulation in their dreams and seal their memories, but the "genius understanding" will not change. If they struggle in the revenge of the martial arts world, they will easily understand the martial arts methods they once knew, and they may also develop new martial arts concepts.

The Military Supervision Temple has installed many of its own family members in the blessed land. As a mortal, he learns his skills with masters. Before his death, he will teach them all without reservation. Then these unsuccessful martial arts concepts become things in the Military Supervision Temple.

This approach is undoubtedly shameless, but the martial arts masters who came out of seclusion did not cause trouble for the military inspector temple.

First, it is because the people who are in seclusion are under the jade stairs and cannot afford to offend the military inspector's temple; second, the disciples they voluntarily teach in their dreams, and they cannot wake up from the dream and go to find the disciple and the true body of their son to silence others.

Under normal circumstances, it is regarded as an experience from the previous life, and I will not even care about anyone in my dream.

Of course, the Military Supervision Temple did not dare to tell you about this kind of thing. Only the core members of the sect at the level of Xu Yuanfeng and Zheng Yan knew about it.

Xu Yuanfeng gathered the talents of the hundreds of schools and learned the most martial arts paths from here. At this time, he naturally wanted to see if this newcomer, Liu Dazhuang, had the potential to follow up.

Although the two of them were the managers of the blessed land, they also came in as dreams and became the owner of the town restaurant and the shopkeeper.

Zheng Yan stood behind his back, looked at him carefully with his hands in his arms, and said:

"This son is really arrogant. In reality, he is also a ruthless character with a erratic temperament. He just doesn't know how high his martial arts attainments are."

Xu Yuanfeng said: "I just fell into my dream and killed Xun Fu. I adapted so quickly. My martial arts attainments must have reached the 'extreme realm' of unity between man and nature; only such people can adapt to changes, without any moves, on the basis of forgetting all moves and techniques."

"After entering the extreme, there must be something good. If you are accidentally beaten to death by Xun Fu and others, it will be a loss. Should you find a way to interfere?"

"What you should consider now is how to appease Xun Fu later."

"Um?"

Zheng Yu was a little puzzled and was about to ask what this said, when he saw a terrifying scene—

thunderbolt

Under the heavy rain, more than a hundred people stood solemnly outside the city gate, sandwiching the two figures in the middle.

Zuo Lingquan held a knife in one hand and looked at the swordsman in black who was eating buns around him, with three points of impatientness in his eyes.

Xun Fu seemed to be arrogant, but the memory he had just been killed is still there. He didn't understand Zuo Lingquan's way of making moves just now. Now he naturally has to find the other party's flaws and then take action.

Three left circles, three right circles...

For Zhao Ba, Huang Family Guards and others, the atmosphere on the field was very depressing, and it felt like a storm was about to come and the wind filled the building.

Miss Qiu was speechless. After watching for a long time, she became impatient and said:

"A bun hasn't finished eating more than a dozen bites, and it's more gentle than a woman. Are you going to beat me?"
To be continued...