Chapter 370

It took Lingyun and the old man in black three or five days to get to the capital from the remote village. After a day's walking, they found an inn to rest.

In fact, Ling Yun is quite familiar with the affairs of wandering in the Jianghu. At least the old man in black thinks so. The young man who talked with him was a gentle scholar with a touch of dust. Now when he stayed in the inn, he became a man with a taste of common people. He could bargain and gossip from his mouth.

He can talk to everyone, but not far away. As an old man in the world, he can naturally hear Ling Yun's "deep meaning" in his questions, such as who are the green heroes here, and who are the most important people in the Wulin. It seems that this young man is more interested in these matters than in planning the general situation of the world.

Outside came the sound of horse hoofs, a pair of men and women. Ling Yun said to the old man in black in a low voice: "go out in the river with your sword. The young man is very angry. There is a beautiful woman on his side, but I'm dreaming of it."

"Read too many novels? Or did you hear too much about storytelling? " The old man in black scoffed, "it's just like the river's lake. There's nothing good about the river's lake."

"I'll be happy." Ling Yun said with a smile, "I'm not killed by you. I'll come back to chop you tomorrow after I've healed my wounds. It's really a good match for you to come and I'll go. After that, I'll have a drink and have a good time. Isn't it beautiful to leave a good story in the world?"

The old man in black doesn't want to answer. This guy stinks when he farts.

The young man and woman walked into the Inn and glanced around. Then the man said, "Xiao Er, a pile of sauced beef, a pile of peanuts, three signature dishes and two pots of Dukang."

"Don't worry." The woman added that they made an appointment with an elder brother to meet here. It should be a little longer according to the time, so they were not in a hurry to serve.

The old man in black glanced sideways, and then there was no more words. It was just two little children. Ling Yun asked in a low voice, "is there any revenge?"

"It's no use about Chen Zhima's rotten millet," said the old man in black. No matter how hostile he is, he won't quarrel with the younger generation, provided they don't commit the crime in his own hands. "Those people over there are Japanese."

The old man in black pointed to the opposite side and said with a smile, "well, it's strange and shabby, and its eyes are not right."

Ling Yun sipped his tea. "I think so, too. But it seems that Daxia is in a weak position now. On the face of it, all parts of the country are obedient to the imperial court. They really stand on their own. So they are still afraid of Japan?"

"Yes," the old man in Black said helplessly, "domestic and foreign troubles, but many people don't know it."

"Don't you swordsmen organize a team or something?"

"Hey, little brother, I'm also used to wandering in the river and lake. I'm afraid it's clear that the river and lake in the book is not the same as our own river and lake." The old man in Black said with a smile.

Ling Yun nodded his head gently, which is sure to be correct. Most people think that there is enough reality in many novels, or it is too whitewash. For example, those sages and sages are more difficult for ordinary people to achieve, rather than the result of Cheng Tianxiang. Therefore, there are fewer people reading books. Most of them just use them as tools to make money and live forever. Does it really need a lot of knowledge?

In some hearts, it is probably not necessary; But what they often ignore is those who didn't read and read even before they became famous. After that, even if they didn't read, they would let their descendants read well. That's the truth, but they didn't understand it.

The story in the book is not necessarily true, but it must come from the truth. What the scholar is good at is also the ability of pointing fingers at the mulberry and cursing the locust. Therefore, some words hidden in the book may be accusing some people who don't know what to say.

Ling Yun picked up his tea cup and looked out of the door. A group of people came in. They were waiting to see each other with their swords. When they came in, they saw the three Japanese people in strange clothes, "son of a bitch!"

Ling Yun took another sip of tea and shrugged his nose, "go to the theatre?"

"No more help."

"So powerful?"

The old man in black glanced at Ling Yun. He could detect the movement around him. Ling Yun couldn't be unaware of it. But according to Ling Yun, he certainly wouldn't like these Japanese dogs. "What do you think?"

"No idea," Ling Yun put the cup on the table, "look at the eyes of the people around you?"

Ling Yun grinned, "it's numbness, it's nothing to do with yourself. In fact, it doesn't mean much."

"Would you let them kill like this?" Asked the old man in black.

Ling Yun is suddenly silent. He rubs his face. He spends most of his time with his father, or he is haunted by his own demons. For some things, his way is more insidious. Of course, there are both good and bad, but it seems that the exchange of innocent people's lives is against his original intention. The scene of the deep alley flashed in Ling Yun's mind, "isn't there an elder?"

Ling Yun looked carefully at the people who came in. His eyes could not hide his murderous spirit. It was not because he saw those Japanese people, but because he had killed many people. Ling Yun was very clear about this.

"No news from your border?" Ling Yun suddenly asked.

The old man in black took a look at the several people who came in. Although they were dressed as the jiangla, they looked different. The positions of those people were very different. They defended their own dead corners. They either practiced the enemy array or joined the army. But no matter what kind of people, they all had several lives in their hands.

Ling Yun sneers. Naturally, he has seen a lot of things, such as the failure of the border and being pressed down. It's just that they retreat from the border and flee?

It doesn't look very similar. Ling Yun glanced at the three Japanese people, licked their lips, and gently tapped the table with his fingers. He said with a gentle smile: "just watch the change, or let me guess how decadent this summer has been."

The old man in black smiles. How decadent is Daxia?

Who knows how decadent it is? Maybe we just don't want to mention it. Maybe many people don't want to think about it.

Or those who are willing to raise it are always ignored.

Ling Yun propped his chin, and there was a strong intention to kill between the two groups of people. He raised his eyebrows, pulled out his chopsticks and gently fiddled with the tea. The old man in black looked calm. The young brothers and sisters saw the four people coming in, and the man took the lead in shouting: "brother Hong."

Although it was the beginning of spring, Hong Shiqi saw that his bronze skin was very shiny and shining. He patted Liu Sanyuan on the shoulder and said with a smile, "brother Liu!"

"Wait for me to solve something, and then we'll talk about the past!" Hong Shiqi said in a deep voice. When he passed Liu Sanyuan, he suddenly developed a strong vigorous Qi. When he raised his hand, it seemed that there was a dragon chant, which made his ears vibrate.

Hong Shiqi hit the three Japanese people with a strong hand. It's hard to break the stone. The three Japanese people were already on guard. They twitched the long sword around their waist and divided their hands into four parts in the future.

The three people behind Hong Shiqi are indifferent. They have their own positions to guard against the attack. Liu Sanyuan and her younger martial sister are ready to meet the enemy at any time. Ling Yun squints at Hong Shiqi's fists. It's a bit sloppy, but it's very meaningful. In particular, Hong Shiqi's fists are just fierce and unstoppable.

"Did you say that?" Ling Yun asked.

The old man in black nodded, "Hong Shiqi is the top young master of the generation of Da Xia. He had some adventures in his early years, so he was not very old. But he has powerful internal power and tough flesh. It is said that when he was young, he fell into the water and strangled a dragon. He drank dragon blood and ate dragon meat, so he made such achievements."

"However, in my opinion, adventure is inevitable, but the theory of killing dragons is not true. However, he is very gifted. Although this set of boxing techniques was initially created, it has already been a master's style. In time, it will become a great weapon."

"Not to mention being at the top, there must be a place for the first class in the world."

Ling Yun nodded slightly. In his early years, he first practiced sword. Later, in order to strengthen his body and continue his life, he changed to practicing boxing. Martial arts and kendo are not going well, but he has many advantages. He remembers fast and learns fast. So when Hong Shiqi made his fist, he watched attentively and didn't want to miss anything.

Of course, for those Japanese people, there are some observations. Chen Diao temple said that in the history of Nanye, the small country on the sea, no matter in writing, culture, economy, smelting, boxing and so on, all came from the countries of Nanye, from which they evolved and formed their own things.

Ling Yun looked at a few Japanese people, but they were in the same way. "Do they lie so low and learn from bastards?"

"Baga!" One of the Japanese warriors yelled, "you dare insult the Daiwa warrior."

Ling Yun listened to the awkward Kyushu Mandarin, which should be the story that his father brought the sea island country out of Nanye. He learned the other party's tone, "yours, son of a bitch..."

"Baga!"

Ling Yun raised his hand and slapped it. The Japanese warrior was slapped in the air and fell into the ground. Ling Yun shook his hand and said with disdain, "baga, your uncle, baga, baga, are you a duck?"

The old man in black reminded, "that's not what ducks call..."

"Not as good as poultry." Ling Yun grinned.

Hong Shiqi took the upper part and never broke anything in the shop. However, the two Japanese people were miserable and were covered with blood.

"Kill! None of them

The ambush that had been laid outside sprang out. All of them were Japanese warriors. Some of them were as strong as Hong Shiqi. If he and the old man in black were not here today, they would have a bitter hatred.

Ling Yun winked at the old man in black, and they stood up one after another. Ling Yun said to the old man in black with his heart: "it must be something that happened in the neighboring states of Japan and was forced down."

"Good!"

The old man in Black said that he had already become famous when he was young. He has been more than 70 years and nearly 100 years old. His strength is the best in the world. If he doesn't make a move, he will be like a mountain falling apart. He is unstoppable. His left hand is up and the wind is blowing.

When you punch with your right hand, there is golden light all over your fist. When you punch, it's like a golden stone attack. It's powerful and indestructible.

Ling Yun eyebrows pick, good guy, before and when he did it by himself, he didn't use all his strength. Sure enough, the older he was, the better he was, and the more he lived, the more he looked like a fox.

The old man in black didn't have to do so much to deal with these Japanese warriors, but he did it mercilessly. In a few breaths, he killed that group of Japanese warriors. There were no bones left. The only two leaders left were also broken by the old man in black, and the white bones were exposed.

Ling Yun took a breath of cold air, "the elder is good at being cruel."

The old man in black snorted coldly, "I've killed 99 Japanese people out of 100. I'm used to fighting like this."

Ling Yun takes a look at Hong Shiqi and gives the old man in black a wink. The old man in black knows for a moment and says faintly: "I'm leisurely and wild crane. I'm invited by the imperial court to investigate this incident, and I'll take them away."

"I don't know, master..."

Ling Yun said faintly: "saving your life is great kindness. It's the most taboo to ask the bottom of the matter when wandering in the Jianghu. Young Xia, don't you even know that?"

The first sentence is to remind them to be content, and the second one is to warn them. They also take Ling Yun's palm in their eyes. It should be the old man's disciple, but it's a bit too much to say so.

Ling Yun took a look at Liu Sanyuan, who wanted to "speak out" and said with a smile, "it's better to have a strong memory. Don't think you have to fight yourself to have a good memory. If you have the strength of resentment, it's better to spread it on these Japanese people. What do you care about with a little person like me?"

Ling Yun pulled a Japanese man's broken leg, "shopkeeper's, prepare a quiet and secret room."

He cried out in a loud voice. The old man in black twisted his beard. He was a good boy. Before he entered the capital, he thought about where to cut in. He even doubted whether the boy was a real immortal and could feel many people's hearts clearly.

"Ah

The Japanese who was pulled by Ling Yun screamed. Ling Yun stepped on his mouth and said coldly, "I'm not a pig butcher. Even if I'm a pig butcher, you haven't been on the chopping board. Let's call a fart."

"You're waiting for my revenge, you summer trash." Said another Japanese, trembling.

Ling Yun suddenly stopped and squatted beside the speaker, grinning and showing his white teeth, "if it's not for his own problems that can't be solved for the time being, I'll say to you, I'll keep you alive rather than die."

"I am a very reasonable person. If there is no way to make sense, of course, what are we good at? If you punch me, I'll give it back. If I'm stronger, you'll feel more pain. So you'd better listen to me, don't speak foul language, and don't drag the dialect of your hometown with me. It's very polite that I can drag you away, so don't shout or shout. Do you understand? "