Chapter 267 How about I let you punch me three times?
Huailiu Village is a large village in Raojiang and is also an important road to the west. The facilities in the village are very complete. Chi Meng also took the opportunity to take Xiao Yan and his party around the village, so that they could not only detect the traces of the corpse monster, but also introduce the characteristics of Raojiang to them.

However, because the group had friction with the so-called young master of the Tong family, they were not allowed to pass through many places, so Chi Meng was a little unhappy. But when they checked into the inn at night, Xiao Yan persuaded Hou Qing to treat her to a big meal, so her mood improved again.

The mood of the little girl Raojiang may be like the clouds in the sky.

During this time, Chi Meng, who already knew Hou Qing's identity, looked a little better and asked this cheap apprentice why he had to learn from her. After all, he was one of the four corpse ancestors of Xuanming Sect. Although she didn't know what Xuanming Sect was, according to Ji Ruxue's explanation, Hou Qing's status alone was an existence that could shake the world with a single stomp. Controlling Gu with music was completely useless to Hou Qing.

At that time, Hou Qing sat upright at the table, pondering for a long time.

When the two girls thought that this senior from the martial arts world, whom they had only met once, would have some extraordinary words to say, or some old stories to explain the necessary reasons, Hou Qing held the chopsticks and said three words in a serious manner.

handsome.

Until returning to his room at night, Chi Meng's little head still remembered Hou Qing's words.

"From now on, when this song is played, people in Jianghu will first hear the sound and then be frightened. Isn't that wonderful?"

The inn was not big, with few rooms, and there was a group of merchants who had been trapped in the village for half a month and had not left. So when they stayed at night, the two girls shared a room, and Xiao Yan and Hou Qing shared a room.

At this moment, Chi Meng muttered this sentence. Just when he wanted to touch the wooden flute in his arms, he remembered that it was borrowed by Hou Qing, the psychopath. He felt even more helpless, so he sat at the table with his face in his hands and said in a sad voice: "Sister, why did Xiao Guoguo ask me to accept that annoying guy as my disciple? It's so awkward!"

Ji Ruxue laughed, put away the cloth she used to wipe the blade, and said, "If you don't want to, then I won't teach you. According to Xiao Yan, you are just a nominal disciple, so it doesn't count."

Chi Meng poked his face and sighed with a sad face: "That's what I said, but I've already eaten two meals with him today. If I don't teach him, I'll be embarrassed..."

Ji Ruxue smiled and said nothing more.

Although she didn't understand why Xiao Yan wanted to facilitate this cheap master-disciple relationship so easily, she could clearly feel that Xiao Yan had good intentions for this matter, whether it was for Chi Meng or Hou Qing. In addition, Xiao Yan and the surrendered minister had been together for a longer time than she knew, so it was normal that there were some details that she didn't know.

She had no doubts about Xiao Yan.

Chi Meng was very talkative. She was a very outgoing girl, especially when it came to Ji Ruxue, a chivalrous woman she had always admired. She let down all her guard. In just ten days, they were almost best friends. They chatted about some little girlish things, then soaked her feet and pondered for a long time before asking in a low voice, "Xiao Guoguo, is there really a way to save my dad?"

"He will definitely do what he says." Ji Ruxue was also soaking her feet nearby. The steam was rising. She closed her eyes and thought for a while before continuing, "He will definitely do it."

Chi Meng held up her cheek, thinking of the night when Xiao Yan fell from the sky, and nodded vigorously with the same confidence: "Yes!!"

After saying that, she began to get ready.

"I want to see what tricks that vicious bastard is trying to play without telling my dad!"

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Xiao Yan sat on the window, holding a gourd of wine, but did not drink. He just looked at the not-so-bright waning moon in the sky and thought silently.

Behind him, there were sounds of knife sharpening, but the sounds were slightly different.

Hou Qing sat at the table, frowned, and raised a piece of human bone in his hand. He looked at it in the firelight, but was still not satisfied, so he put it back on the whetstone and continued to rub it slowly. Judging from the initial shape, it was obvious that he was going to rub it into a flute.

However, he actually had several bone flutes of different lengths at his disposal, all of which were made in the style of Chi Meng's wooden flute. But Hou Qing was not satisfied. Obviously, he did not like some details of the last bone flute he rubbed. But even so, he just continued to rub it slowly.

Is a patient one.

"Brother Xiao, do you feel that no matter how these are made, they are not perfect?"

Hou Qing spread out five bone flutes of varying sizes and thicknesses and looked at Xiao Yan seriously.

The latter looked back, thought about it carefully, and nodded: "The style looks very good, but it's a little bit lacking and doesn't match the taste of Corpse Ancestor."

Hou Qing looked as if he had expected this, and then nodded slightly to Xiao Yan: "Brother Xiao is really a man of character, and he hits the nail on the head. He is truly a good friend."

As he spoke, he did not forget to look at the wine gourd in Xiao Yan's hand and nodded again.

When traveling around the world, a stylish outfit is essential.

Xiao Yan chuckled and said, "Corpse Ancestor wants a bite?"

Hou Qing shook his head, and instead packed all the bone flutes into Chi Meng's small backpack, and said seriously: "I won't drink the wine, I have something important to go out for, Brother Xiao, you can rest first."

Xiao Yan had no objection and walked down the windowsill considerately.

Hou Qing clasped his fists, tapped his toes on the windowsill, and instantly rushed into the night outside, leaving behind a faint sound.

"By the way, Brother Xiao, you don't have to hold the door open for me."

Xiao Yan said to himself with a smile: "Using the sky as a roof and the earth as a house? It really is so cool."

Hou Qing returned in a white robe, with a satisfied look on his face. He stood on the top of the locust tree outside the inn and clasped his fists sincerely: "Brother Xiao is a true friend."

Xiao Yan smiled and waved his hand, closed the window, turned off the lights and went to bed.

Hou Qing stood on the locust tree, with one hand behind his back, and nodded secretly.

I didn't expect that after being away from the world for more than 20 years, there would still be such a wonderful person in the world. It seems that the disciple is better than the master.

Thinking of this, he clapped his hands with his fist. If he wanted to keep up with others, he had to keep improving. So he snapped his fingers without hesitation.

Somewhere outside the village, several dead bodies that were holding up a sedan chair suddenly let go of the handles, turned their bodies, and walked away. Judging from their movements, it seemed that they were trying to dig something again.

Hou Qing nodded with satisfaction, turned his head to glance at a corner, didn't care, and disappeared into the night again.

……

"Miao Lao, we watched carefully. Hou Qing did leave the inn. Although we don't know where he went, according to our guess, he probably went outside the village."

The two wild cultivators, one on the left and one on the right, spoke respectfully towards the firelight.

"Outside the village?"

The Tong family's worshiper, who was called Master Miao, hesitated for a moment, then turned to look at Tong Le beside him and said, "Young Master, should we..."

"What are you afraid of?" Tong Le sneered, "If there is any accident, I will take care of it."

The old man said no more and waved his hand at the two wild cultivators: "Do as the young master said, take the people out, do it nicely, and don't make too much noise."

"So what if it gets out of hand? The village chief surnamed Liu doesn't understand the situation. Should I really respect him?"

Tong Le threw a bag of copper coins to the two wild cultivators with a cold face: "Working for my Tong family will inevitably benefit you. But if you really want to work for my Tong family in the future, you will naturally need to have real skills. Uncle Miao also said that the Central Plains woman has some skills. Her physique and boxing skills may not be inferior to mine. The purple-clothed girl should not be underestimated. Whether you can enter the Tong family depends on whether you can do this beautifully."

The two men were one tall and one short. The tall one was calmer and didn't say much, while the short one wanted to say some polite words, but was impatiently kicked out by Tong Le.

The old man pulled his beard and winked at the old woman on the other side, but the latter certainly didn't want to be the first to take action. They all knew that Tong Le was eager to vent his anger at this time, so there was no need to stop him.

Besides, there are more than just the two of them responsible for the accompanying protection. There are also several people secretly arranged by the clan leader outside the village to prevent any unexpected events. It is completely unnecessary for this old dog Mu to worry here.

The old man had no choice but to speak up to remind Tong Le.

But the latter suddenly laughed and said, "Uncle Mu, I know what you want to say. It's nothing more than being cautious. I understand the truth, but why should we be cautious when doing things in the Tong family? A few outsiders don't know how high the sky is and how deep the earth is. Do they really think that they can do whatever they want with the support of the Marquis?
Humph, it's fine at other times, but today with so many people here, if we swallow this anger, how can we survive here in the future? The thirteen beasts outside the village all listen to me. Huailiu Village, Luquan Village, and Linglong Valley were all assigned to my Tong family by the Witch King. Do I need to be cautious when doing things in my own home?"

The old man laughed dryly: "That's what I said, but I'm still worried about that Hou Qing...Are we acting too hastily tonight?"

"Uncle Mu doesn't understand this."

Tong Yue, the younger half sister of Tong Le, was counting the gifts given to her by the village chief during the day. At this moment, she smiled brilliantly: "Brother Le once told me that this is called striking first to gain the upper hand!"

"It will happen sooner or later. The longer you delay, the more accidents will occur." Tong Le's face was indifferent: "They are just a few small characters, not worthy of my serious treatment." "Brother Le is the best!" Tong Yue began to applaud continuously.

"Noisy." Tong Le glanced at her, then held the left and right armrests and sighed, "I heard that the Saint left the Poison Cave with the Junior Priest not long ago. It is said that she was bewitched and colluded with the Nanping Kingdom. The Witch King ordered her to be hunted down. It's a pity. Uncle Mu, how do you think the Saint will be punished after she is captured?"

The old man thought about it carefully before saying, "It's hard to say. The Gu King is seriously ill now, and the Ten Thousand Poison Cave is now in power under the Witch King. If no one protects the Saint Girl..."

Tong Le stroked his chin and continued, "I heard that the Saint is not only extremely talented, but also has mastered all the Gu King's Gu techniques, and she is also very lovely. If nothing unexpected happens, she is very likely to be the next Gu King. Last time on Raoyue, she even refined an incredible natal Gu worm, which is really fascinating. If I have the chance, I must visit her in person. In the future, when the Ten Thousand Poison Cave expands its territory, my Tong family will be the right-hand man of the Witch King, and maybe there will really be such an opportunity..."

Tong Yue was listening nearby, with a trace of contempt and disdain flashing in his eyes. With how talented he was, Tong Le was worthy of coveting the saint?
And that saint lady, if it weren't for her good birth, she might not be as powerful as her. What is there to brag about?
Thinking of this, she touched the foot-long centipede on her arm, licked her lips, and was already thinking about asking the handsome man from Central Plains to try the insect.

Soon, the old man suddenly stood up, looking a little confused.

Tong Le got up belatedly and saw several people walking in from outside the house. When the man in front was pushed in from behind the door, he stepped on a stone and staggered a few times. Fortunately, he managed to keep his balance without falling flat on his face.

Even though she was a little surprised as to why this person was brought here, it still didn't stop Tongyue from shaking her head.

It turns out he is such a waste.

Later, Ji Ruxue with a stern face and Chi Meng who was extremely angry were pushed in one after another. The former, especially, almost fell down when she saw Xiao Yan's staggering figure. Her face became even colder, and she just glanced at the four people in the hall.

The two wild cultivators behind, although unharmed, did not look relaxed either. They each carried a knife and a sword, and the tall one even held a wine gourd and followed in.

"Why bring them here?" the old woman asked somewhat dissatisfiedly.

The short wild cultivator rubbed his hands, stopped at the bottom of the hall, and then laughed dryly: "This young man from Central Plains said he wanted to meet the young master and said he had something to tell the young master..."

"Take him out." The old man frowned.

"Hey, wait."

Tong Le smiled faintly, first took a good look at Chi Meng, whose face he had not seen clearly during the day, and at the same time stayed on Ji Ruxue's beautiful figure for a moment, then he leaned back in the chair leisurely and reached out to take the knife and sword.

He casually drew out the Tang sword and saw the sharp light of the blade.

Tong Le had a hunch that there was a hint of murderous intent emanating from the knife, as if it had killed many people.

He looked up at Ji Ruxue, a little surprised, but even happier, especially after seeing Ji Ruxue's cold and disgusted expression, his desire to conquer her was even stronger. However, he was not in a hurry to speak. After looking at the ordinary long sword, he smiled and asked the short wild cultivator to release Xiao Yan's mute point: "I will allow you to talk nonsense with me."

Xiao Yan was a little angry, but he restrained himself. He just pointed at the two wild cultivators, one tall and one short, and said in a low voice, "Sir, what do you mean? You and I are just passing by, and we have no grudges against each other. Why would you let them hurt people? Especially since you knew there were corpse monsters outside the village, why did you let them take us out of the village? Isn't this putting us in danger?"

Tong Yue was sitting aside and just found it funny. However, looking at Xiao Yan in a blue shirt talking about reason, she felt that this man was a bit like those scholars who were only found in the Central Plains, weak and powerless, and looked easy to bully.

Raojiang is a place where people only rely on fists. Who would listen to your nonsense?

But seeing how cute he is, maybe he can stay for a few more months?

"No grudges or hatred?" Tong Le smiled and said, "If there are no grudges or hatred, I can't kill you?"

Xiao Yan's face flushed instantly, as if he didn't know what to do. After gritting his teeth and hesitating for a long time, he changed his tone to pleading: "If we have offended you in any way, please just tell me directly. If you want money, I have a little bit of money. If you want it, I will give it to you. How about that? I hope you won't embarrass us..."

"It's really nonsense, boring." Tong Le shook his head and looked at the two wild cultivators: "Take him away and throw him outside the village. If he is not dead tomorrow morning, bring him back."

"and many more."

Suddenly, Ji Ruxue seemed to have freed herself from the muteness and looked coldly at the people in the hall: "You people in the Ten Thousand Poison Cave, are you all so unreasonable in your behavior?"

"So what?" Tong Yue said with a smile. She couldn't stand women who were prettier than her.

"I have one more thing! I have one more thing!" Xiao Yan, who had no one to drag him away, suddenly spoke up, staring at Tong Le and gritting his teeth, "Since you are so unreasonable, how about we have a fight?"

"Fight?" Tong Le was interested. He glanced at Ji Ruxue and Chi Meng and stroked his chin. "Okay, I can give you a chance. But among the three of you, only one person has a chance. As long as you beat any two of us, I will agree to let the two go. How about it?"

Xiao Yan was anxious: "Why are there only two people leaving?!"

"You only have this chance. Don't wait until I lose my patience." Tong Le didn't even look at him. He just smiled at Ji Ruxue and the other two girls and asked, "Who's coming?"

Tong Le was not stupid, he knew that Ji Ruxue was a master among the three, otherwise the two wild cultivators would not have been so uneasy when they came back. But even if Ji Ruxue won one by chance, he could immediately arrange for his most powerful Uncle Miao to play, which would give them hope, and then trample on this hope and trample on it at will.

Chi Meng was furious and was about to step forward with his fists clenched.

"I'll do it!" Xiao Yan stepped forward while gritting his teeth: "If I win, can I take one person away?"

Tong Le was stunned, and so were Tong Yue and the old men beside him.

And then suddenly, Tong Le burst into laughter. This kid said he could take one person away. He was so hypocritical. It was obvious that he was afraid that the two women would not take him away after they won!

Human nature is really interesting.

Ji Ruxue glanced at Xiao Yan, and when she saw the eyes of Tong Le and others, her expression was very complicated.

"Okay, okay." Tong Yue clapped her hands, stood up and said with a smile: "Then I'll go to the first game."

"I don't hit women!" Xiao Yan obviously saw the foot-long centipede on Tong Yue's arm. His scalp tingled. He immediately glanced around the hall and set his eyes on the old woman. But then he remembered that he had just said that he would not hit women, so he shifted his gaze and fell on the frail old man. Then he said calmly, "Can this old man come on stage?"

This waste.

Tong Le just felt amused, and leaned over and asked, "Are you really going to choose him?"

Xiao Yan hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

Outside the door, Ji Ruxue sighed and turned away.

Tong Le found it even funnier. Your female companion had warned you, but unfortunately she wasn't strong enough and her brain wasn't good enough to understand what she meant.

He had already thought of how to play with Xiao Yan, so he just raised his chin towards the old man and said, "Uncle Miao, don't be careless."

Xiao Yan took a deep breath, looked at the expressionless old man, thought for a moment, and seemed to feel a little embarrassed. He suddenly said seriously: "Old man, how about I let you punch me three times?"

"Don't talk nonsense, just make your move." The old man still had no expression on his face. It was really embarrassing to play with this young man just to make Tong Le happy.

If it was Ji Ruxue who fought with him, he might be able to pay more attention.

"Really?" Xiao Yan asked with a smile.

The old man had his hands behind his back, as calm as a still pond.

Tong Le was in a very good mood watching this farce. He even found the annoying Xiao Yan quite cute.

How could there be such an ignorant fool in this world?

The next moment, he stood up suddenly, feeling a great shock in his heart.

Even Tong Yue and the old woman next to them were dumbfounded, but after the latter reacted, she immediately stood in front of Tong Yue.

In the hall, the old man who had been calm was suddenly lifted up in the air, and the frail young man from the Central Plains grabbed his neck from a distance of ten feet, and then threw him onto the table and chair next to him.

"If you're not serious about fighting, why put on airs?"

Xiao Yan didn't even look at the Tong family's worshiper who felt his internal organs were smashed to pieces. He just stared at the stunned Tong Le with a smile: "Come on, it's your turn."

"I'll let you punch me three times, how about that?"

(End of this chapter)