Xiao Qiang listened to Liu Nerong's story and smiled. "If I didn't guess wrong, the white-clothed swordsman is Cheng Yiche, who is very popular at the border. I thought he was just fooling the people, but I didn't expect him to have some skills. It's a pity that he left in a hurry. Otherwise, he could have joined the Fish-dragon Gang as a guest. That would be even better."
Liu Nerong sighed. "What a pity."
Xiao Qiang glanced at the dull Gongsun Yang and smiled. "This Cheng Yiche is good at martial arts, but compared to us, he is still inferior. Nerong, back then, your Uncle Gongsun … "
Gongsun Yang struggled to lift his eyelids. His expression was as calm as an ancient well as he interrupted his old friend Xiao Qiang. He waved his hand and said, "Don't mention it if it's nothing."
Xiao Qiang said helplessly, "I haven't said it yet!"
Gongsun Yang stood up and said softly, "Miss, I'll go back to my room first."
Liu Nerong got up to see him off, but Gongsun Yang shook his head and stopped her. He walked out of the room alone. The Fish-dragon Gang knew that this guest suffered from wet poison on his right toe. It was said that when he slept, he couldn't even pull out the heel of his shoe, so he walked with a slight limp and rarely showed up. Among the senior members of the Fish-dragon Gang, he was the only one who didn't even have a disciple. They only heard that the old guy could use the unique skill of Five Consecutive Arrows, but no one had the chance to see it with their own eyes. The horn bow was covered in dust and hung on the wall all year round. No one knew if it was just for show. After Gongsun Yang left, Xiao Qiang revealed some secrets of the past. Liu Nerong learned that Gongsun Yang once held the gate of the city with both hands and hung a fierce horse in the air when he rode into the city. If this was true, Uncle Gongsun was not inferior to her grandfather when he was at his peak, but she didn't know if his cultivation had regressed over the years. Liu Nerong knew that the path of martial arts was like sailing against the current. If one slacked off, one month's effort would be wasted. It was like a pearl covered in dust for a long time. Even if it was wiped again, it would not be as round as it used to be. As the saying goes, pearls also have a life, and martial arts also have spirituality that can only be understood but not spoken.
Xiao Qiang hesitated and said in a deep voice, "Nerong, I saw a familiar figure on the street today."
Liu Nerong's heart skipped a beat. She whispered, "Is it Master's enemy?"
Xiao Qiang nodded. "It's not difficult to deal with one of them, but I'm afraid that several of them will gather together."
Liu Nerong's tone was calm. She smiled and said, "What are you afraid of? The inn is only a short distance away from the pass. They wouldn't dare to cause trouble in public. Besides, Master and Uncle Gongsun are here. These scoundrels, we'll kill them one by one. If two come, we'll kill a pair. If three come, we'll kill them all."
Xiao Qiang was also affected by Liu Nerong's tone, and a heroic spirit that was once covered by the aura of dusk welled up in him. He laughed and said, "We practice the sword, so we should have this heroic spirit. Ni Rong, your cultivation will definitely be higher than mine in the future! "
Liu Nerong smiled.
But when night fell, The Fish Dragons couldn't laugh anymore.
His original intention was to live in a busy city, so that those who hid in the dark would have scruples. Who would have thought that he would be caught like a turtle in a jar?
Liu Nerong stood by the window, her face pale. The torches outside the inn lit up the night like it was daytime. There were as many as three forces that had designs on The Fish Dragons. One of them was the enemy of the second leader, Xiao Qiang. There were five or six people, and they didn't ride horses. Obviously, they wanted to take advantage of Xiao Qiang's last trip to Jianghu before he retired and take revenge. There were three unwritten rules in Jianghu. The first rule was that the hatred of several generations could be avenged by the descendants, but generally it wouldn't involve the wife or daughter. If there was a massacre of the whole family, not to mention the government, people in Jianghu would find it shameful. Chivalrous people were more likely to teach them a lesson if they had the ability. The second rule was that a master for a day was a father for life. Not to mention the "slave of three surnames" who changed his master at will, even if he changed his master, no matter what the reason was, it would be a stain for life. Therefore, the matter of apprenticeship was almost the most important thing in Jianghu. It was not inferior to the scholar's ceremony. The third rule was that once the retirement ceremony was arranged, the golden basin was placed, and the water in the bowl was poured, then all the ordinary grievances would be nullified.
The second force was not unexpected. It was a woman wearing a mink headscarf. Everyone was riding a horse.
The last force made the Fish-dragon Gang feel hopeless. It was the young master Zhou Ziru, who was the deputy captain of the pass. He was followed by eight or nine cavalrymen and more than twenty infantry soldiers.
Zhou Ziru's handsome face was shining brightly under the light of the fire. He looked at Liu Nerong on the second floor and slowly said, "We are catching bandits. Unrelated people, please leave."
The mink headscarf woman spoke and acted without restraint. She didn't care if the Fish-dragon Gang in the inn could hear. She said sweetly, "Young master Zhou, it's settled. That woman surnamed Liu belongs to you, but you must not hurt her little brother with a saber."
Zhou Ziru frowned and didn't reply.
The woman who was faintly unhappy twitched the corner of her mouth and suppressed the disrespectful words that were already on the tip of her tongue. She coquettishly sat high on the horse with one hand on her waist, her index finger rhythmically tapping the pattern on the jade buckle.
At this border, who can escape from the palm of my hand?
Why can men sit in the harem with three thousand beauties, but we women can't have three hundred gigolos?
I just want it!
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