The wind was blowing, and the dust was blowing in the sky, and Shi Qingjue hurriedly followed the pilgrims into a nearby shop.

The four noble garans are so strong that they attract many traders to do business here, forming a settlement outside the mountain gate where villages are not like villages and towns are not like towns, and strictly speaking, this land belongs to the temple property, and all shopkeepers have to accept the management of the monks.

The last pilgrim to come in hurriedly closed the door and complained, "Oh, it's better to have a layer of snow in winter, this dust and this earth...... Phew. ”

The wind and sand still came in through the crack in the door, and the person who spoke took a mouthful, causing a burst of laughter.

"It's really going to be a fight, the first one is the killer of the Dragon King's subordinates against the Dubu King, who do you guess will win?"

Chu Nanping and Fang Shuyi are not particularly famous figures, the former has been heard of by some people, but they talk more about his appearance.

Shi Qingjue just listened, he hadn't seen Chu Nanping's skills, but he was deeply impressed by Fang Shuyi, whether it was competing with Gao Yang, or chasing and killing two annihilators, that killer seemed extremely calm, treating the enemy as an immovable target, and every move was simple and direct.

Shi Qingjue simply regarded him as a role model.

Faced with the sudden influx of more than a dozen customers, whether they knew each other or not, the shopkeeper greeted him kindly, but when his eyes fell on Shi Qingjue, his expression changed.

The shopkeeper pushed everyone away, walked to Shi Qingjue, and pointed to the door, "Please go out." ”

Shi Qingjue didn't even expect the shopkeeper to be talking to himself, he looked left and right, and asked in surprise, "Me?"

"Well, that's you, please get out, I won't accept you here. ”

"Do you know who I am?" Shi Qingjue was familiar with the shopkeeper, but he didn't believe that the other party would recognize him, there were many monks of the Four Noble Truths.

"Don't embarrass me, small shop, it's not easy to gain a foothold, please go out. ”

Shi Qingjue understood all of a sudden, snorted, strode outside, and the door of the store immediately closed behind him, and a faint voice came: "The monk who is still vulgar, and the face ......"

Shi Qingjue's hair was still very short, and he couldn't hide it even if he was wearing a hat, so he was recognized at a glance.

With his back to the clouds of wind and sand, Shi Qingjue snorted softly again, returned to the Four Noble Truths, and broke many of his illusions, originally thinking that the temple and Biyu City were two diametrically opposed places, but many details proved that the difference between the two was not so big.

In the past, he was a monk of the Four Noble Truths, and with a famous teacher as a backer, he naturally obtained the corresponding status, so naturally that he almost didn't feel it, but in Biyu City, he was no different from those who came from all over the world to beg for a living, and even worse, he didn't even have the least relatives and friends, only one Gao Yang.

Shi Qingjue believes that there are many people in Biyu City who are like the monks of the Four Noble Truths, who are born with a fixed status and can enjoy many benefits without having to touch the dark side of the city.

The unfamiliar monk gave birth to a series of feelings, regret and fear in his heart, and an indescribable excitement that he could do whatever he wanted in the unknown world.

As long as you are bold enough, this is the conclusion that Shi Qingjue has come to in just a few days, he defeated Senior Brother Juequan, not just because of an unruly sudden attack, he found that the gap between his martial arts and his senior brother was actually not as big as he imagined, he couldn't beat it before, the biggest reason was timidity.

When the wind and sand stopped, the pilgrims came out of their shops and continued their journeys, ignoring the loess monks.

In a clearing not far away, two or three hundred Dragon King guards also came out of the circle formed by horses.

Looking at those strange soldiers, Shi Qingjue couldn't feel the cordiality of the same camp.

Someone hit behind him, Shi Qingjue subconsciously dodged to the side, but there was also someone on the other side, his back shoulder was hit hard, and he stumbled and almost fell.

Five strong men passed by, and then turned around at the same time, and one of them said in an exaggerated and friendly tone: "Hey, isn't this Uncle Jueqing? ”

Shi Qingjue stood firm, knowing that he had encountered another provocation.

Some monks in the Four Noble Truths will accept disciples privately, but the temple never recognizes them, and these disciples don't care, they should all be used as a means to make friends, and many of them are even good at martial arts, and they are willing to call the monks Master.

Juequan is strong in martial arts, and there are many lay disciples under his name, and these five people are among them, but Shi Qingjue only recognizes the one who spoke to him.

"It turned out to be an old group, what a coincidence. Shi Qingjue said, and glanced at the Dragon King guards again.

The old group also glanced at it, and said in a surprised tone: "I heard that you have joined the Dragon Army, are those people your soldiers?"

The other four laughed insolently.

Shi Qingjue also laughed, "You can really joke, I'm still a small soldier myself." ”

"No, it won't. The tone of the old group became more and more exaggerated, "I heard that you are not an ordinary person now, you broke into the kitchen of the Four Noble Truths alone, kicked a hundred fireworkers, and punched the eight great monks, this ability, tsk, how can the Dragon King reward you as a general, right?"

Shi Qingjue still had a smile on his face, "The more I talk about it, the more I lose it, let's drink together another day, I still have something to do today......"

"Ha, Uncle Jueqing said to invite us to drink, this is really a rare thing. ”

"My name is Shi Qingjue now, and I was not worthy of being your uncle before, and now I am even less worthy. ”

Lao Tuan suddenly put away his smile, and his tone changed from exaggerated to yin, "Don't pretend to be garlic, dare to hurt Master Juequan with yin tricks in the Four Truths Garan, don't you have the courage to go out of the mountain gate?"

A strong man said, "Didn't you learn a trick from Biyu City? ”

"Yes, we have been in Biyu City for so many years, so we should give you a few tricks. ”

There were not many fights in front of the gate of the Four Noble Truths, and many pilgrims passing by were confused, and then some people in the shop whispered, "Monk who is still vulgar, come back to make trouble." ”

With this one sentence, no one sympathizes with the lonely youth.

Shi Qingjue looked at the Dragon King guards for the third time, the guards had already noticed the situation here, and many people were looking, but they didn't know Shi Qingjue, so naturally no one would come over to help.

The old group pretended to be frightened and jumped back a step, "Uncle Jueqing won't be angry, right?

Shi Qingjue smiled and said, "Why not?"

Lao Tuan and the others were stunned for a moment, originally thinking that the other party wanted to save face and would never give in in public, but they didn't expect to really want to ask someone to help, a strong man said: "Don't listen to his bragging, he has only been vulgar for a few days, can the dragon king look down on him? I'm afraid that even joining the dragon army is a lie." ”

The five people surrounded and decided to teach Shi Qingjue a lesson with the real "Biyucheng trick".

Shi Qingjue suddenly raised his right arm and shouted at the Dragon King's guards, "Hey!"

After all, the five strong men were a little jealous in their hearts, and when they heard this greeting, they all looked back, as long as the Dragon King guards reacted a little, they would find an excuse to leave, anyway, they had already come out for Jue, and their friendship and face were enough.

Shi Qingjue didn't want to call a helper, he had only joined the Dragon Army for a few days, and most of the time was spent assisting Long Chuanyun in dealing with the paperwork of the Protector Mansion, and the people he knew were extremely limited, and no one in the Dragon King Guards would recognize him.

Even if some guards saw his face familiar, Shi Qingjue didn't want to ask for help, and finally got rid of the backing and shackles of the Four Noble Truths, he didn't want to go back to the old road so quickly.

The real power must be in your own hands.

Shi Qingjue punched Lao Tuan's lower back, and when the opponent's knee was bent, he punched him twice in the head.

Lao Tuan fell, but he was not Juequan, he really knew some "Biyucheng Fighting Style", and he was far more experienced than Shi Qingjue, he did not try to get up again, but hugged the enemy's right leg tightly with both hands, retracted his head as much as possible, and hid between his legs, his posture was indecent but extremely effective.

Four other strong men swarmed up.

Shi Qingjue knocked down the other one in three or two moves, but his left leg was also hugged, and then he was confused in front of him, and the other party actually threw a handful of sand.

The fight turned into a chaotic grappling, Shi Qingjue dragged the third strong man to the ground, closed his eyes, and no matter who was around him, he punched and kicked, but he couldn't break free, and the other two strong men who were standing seized the opportunity and kicked hard.

Shi Qingjue hoped that he would be as calm as Fang Shuyi, the swordsman of the Tianshan Sect, but this soon became a luxury, and he was gradually burned with anger, and beat the swordsman who was dragged down by him without a head, completely ignoring the others.

This fight did not have the demeanor of a master competition, and it was not even as desperate as an ordinary swordsman, the cautious pilgrims walked around the road, the people in the nearby shops stood at the door to watch the excitement, and the dragon king's guards pointed and laughed.

I don't know how long it took, Shi Qingjue suddenly found that the burden on his feet was gone, and the person who was beaten in his arms was gone, so he got up, and then he felt pain all over his body, and several bones seemed to be broken, and he suddenly knelt on the ground again, still clenching his fists, looking for the enemy everywhere.

The old group and the others ran fast, like rabbits being chased by fierce dogs.

Old man Mu looked at him with his arms in his arms, and said with a smile: "I can't see that you still like to fight, well, there is potential, I like it, when will we communicate." ”

The Dragon King and his wife went down the mountain, Shi Qingjue stood up again, and his bruised face added another layer of red, not long ago he was a usable talent to give advice to the Dragon King, but now he is an incompetent person with a gray face and a scar.

Queen Ju glanced out of the palanquin and whispered, "How could the Dragon King know such a scoundrel?"

Xu Yanwei also glanced at it, and said with a smile: "The Dragon King likes to accept this kind of person, maybe he still thinks this person is not a scoundrel enough." ”

Gu Shenwei rode on the horse and asked, "Do you know what's wrong?"

Shi Qingjue gritted his teeth and said, "Not ruthless enough." ”

If he had used his strength to kick the old swordsman in the Nancheng Tavern, he would not have fallen into the struggle, but he didn't have a deep hatred for these strong men, and he regretted it.

Gu Shenwei nodded, urged the horse to join the guards, and left on his own.

Shi Qingjue stayed behind alone, and in the suspicious and sympathetic eyes of everyone, he bent down and picked up the hat on the ground, threw it out fiercely, and with his short hair inch long, he stepped forward to chase the dragon king who was getting farther and farther away.

The power had to be in his own hands, he thought again.

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