Song Shisan raised his head and looked at the words above the city gate. This city is called Liyang.

After he left Yunzhou, he walked all the way north without any specific goal. When he reached Liyang City, he felt that he could take a rest, because according to the information he learned, the defenders of Liyang City were the Beiye Army.

He didn't want to seek refuge with Tuoba Lie, but if something happened here, he was from Wanyu Tower, and Tuoba Lie's men should still be able to ask for help.

After following Wan Yulou for several years, he also understood that although it was good for him to be alone in the past, sometimes, being protected by a big shot was not a bad thing.

He stood at the city gate and looked up. There was also a young man standing at the city gate and looked up.

When Song Shisan looked back, the guy was still looking at the words Li Yangcheng.

Song Shisan found that this young man was actually a little different. He looked about seventeen or eighteen years old, but his demeanor was somewhat mature.

The most important thing was that Song Shisan felt that this guy would be fun to kill.

He really liked to see the unwillingness on the young man's face when he was killed.

He doesn't like to kill old people. Although older people are afraid of death, their bodies already have a rotten air and the color of their blood is not pretty.

So, he decided to give this young man a ride as a meeting and farewell gift to this destined person.

"Why do you keep staring at the city gate?"

After Song Shisan stepped over, he asked with a smile.

The young man glanced at Song Shisan, and then continued to read those three words.

Song Shisan asked: "Do you think those three characters are beautifully engraved?"

The young man said calmly: "You picked the wrong person."

Song Shisan was heartbroken.

But the young man obviously had no desire to quarrel with him any longer and stepped into the city gate.

After Song Shisan saw the guy entering the city, many people were obviously waiting on the roadside. After seeing the young man, they all leaned down and saluted.

They were a group of disheveled-looking, down-and-out guys, and some of them looked like they were fleeing for their lives.

"Is there really a beggar gang leader in this world?"

Song Shisan muttered to himself, thinking that if it really existed, then killing him would be more interesting.

He followed those people leisurely, not caring whether he would arouse hostility.

The strange thing was that the group of refugee-like guys gathered the young man at the door of an expensive-looking inn.

This group of people must have offered money to this young man to stay in a good inn. They may even have pawned their underpants in exchange for money.

Therefore, Song Shisan became even more curious.

He was not short of money. If he was short of money, he would just kill someone. If not, he would kill a few more, so he decided to stay in this inn.

When he reached the door, those guys stopped him with their hands.

"We have booked this inn, why don't you go and stay somewhere else?"

One of them stretched out his hand to stop Song Shisan. His attitude could not be called hostile, but contemptuous enough. Being looked down upon by a group of ragged people made Song Shisan feel a little novel.

Song Shisan smiled and asked: "Who was the young man you welcomed upstairs just now?"

The man who stopped him looked at him up and down: "What do you mean?"

Song Shisan said: "I just saw that he has extraordinary talents, so I was curious to inquire about him."

The man said: "The person you are asking is our boss, I can only tell you so much."

Song Shisan smiled inwardly, these people obviously haven't learned how to be a good follower yet.

He didn't force it, he turned around and left.

When they arrived at the brothel that was still open diagonally across the street, Song Shisan randomly selected a girl. He wasn't very picky about women anyway.

While drinking, I was still thinking that after midnight, I would draw a talisman in the courtyard of the inn and send the beautiful young man away.

The proprietor looks a bit pretentious and rustic.

After drinking a few bottles of wine, Song Shisan was a little drunk and his eyes were blurred.

He thought about squinting for a while and then going out to enjoy it after midnight.

Just when he was dazed, he heard someone talking outside the house. He became alert. As soon as he sat up straight, he saw the door being pushed open.

The brothel's madam stood at the door and said with a smile, "Sir, your friend has arrived."

Song Shisan narrowed his eyes slightly and watched the young man walk in with his hands behind his back.

"Thank you."

The young man turned around and thanked the madam, and then naturally sat down opposite Song Shisan.

He also said to the girl accompanying Song Shisan, please step aside for a moment. My friend and I have something important to discuss, and he politely took a piece of silver and handed it to the girl.

The girl thought they were really friends, took the money, thanked her, got up and left.

Wearing a moon-white linen gown, the guy who looked a bit rustic in Song Shisan's eyes was, of course, Chen Weiwei.

Chen Weiwei didn't think he was pretending, but he didn't know that he always subconsciously imitated Lin Ye's every move, such as speaking simply, and treating everyone with indifference.

Chen Weiwei poured himself a glass of wine, picked it up and smelled it.

Then asked: "Would you like to worry less?"

Song Shisan asked: “What does worry-free mean?”

Chen took a sip of wine and said: "Although I don't know why, you understand my desire to kill. Since you have moved, I will deliver it myself. You should be satisfied with such a worry-free goal."

Song Shisan found it interesting and asked: "Then why do you think I want to kill you?"

Chen Weiwei said: "There are so many reasons. If everyone's death is justified, then this world will be a prosperous age."

Song Shisan felt that this was a pretense, so he smiled and said: "Since you are so considerate..."

He took out his iron pestle and placed it in front of Chen Weiwei.

"How about you stab yourself to death?"

Chen Weiwei looked at the iron pestle. It was very rough, so it was covered with dense sand holes.

Although the remaining bloody smell in the sand eyes was very faint, Chen Weiwei could still tell it.

He smiled and said: "Since you say I am considerate, then I will be considerate."

He picked up the iron pestle, pointed it at his heart, and then poked it into his heart bit by bit.

The iron pestle went in bit by bit... No, it didn't go in, it was getting shorter. It just gave people a visual illusion.

There was something complicated in Song Shisan's eyes.

He didn't feel any terrible aura about this young man at all. Even when he was at the city gate, he deliberately tested him, but he couldn't find any traces of spiritual practice on this man.

Chen Weiwei placed the iron pestle in front of Song Shisan: "I'll leave half of it for you."

He said: "I remember that when I was in Tianshui Cliff, I once heard my master talk about a past incident. A few years ago, my senior brother came to Tianshui Cliff as a guest and talked about hunting a lone thief known as Mosa.

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He looked into Song Shisan's eyes: "It is said that this person likes to use an iron pestle to poke people on the ground to kill people one by one."

Song Shisan said: "I have heard of it, but this person has been executed in Geling."

Chen Weiwei pointed at the iron pestle. The part he pushed shorter formed an iron plate-like shape.

He placed the iron plate downwards and the iron pestle upwards.

"Is this safer?"

Song Shisan: "You can try."

Chen Weiwei: "Okay."

He suddenly stretched out his hand to grab Song Shisan's chest. Song Shisan thrust his fingers forward and stabbed Chen Weiwei's palm with his inner strength like a sword.

However, the sword intention disappeared without a trace after piercing Chen Weiwei's palm.

Song Shisan panicked. It was the first time he encountered such an opponent and he immediately stepped back.

Chen Weiwei stood up and chased after him, stepped forward, and punched out.

It's just the most common and simple punching move. Even the kids on the street can see it and learn how to punch it right away.

I learned it in the martial arts school. To pretend, you have to use this simple punch. Lin Ye liked to use Cao Fist at that time. Chen Weiwei still remembered it.

Song Shisan met him with a punch, and their fists collided.

With a bang, Chen Weiwei's figure froze, and Song Shisan's arm went numb. Then he felt his own inner energy pouring into the other person's body like a river flowing backwards.

"Wanxiang Gate?!"

Song Shisan's expression changed drastically, and he forcibly pulled back his inner energy.

"What Wanxiang Gate?"

Chen Wei raised his eyebrows, because of these three words, he withdrew his technique.
To be continued...