The liver produces the strongest player

Chapter 17 Rumors
After leaving the small courtyard, Jiang Yang pondered and recalled the battle just now in his heart.

He probably has some understanding of the left, middle, and right swordsmanship and the use of footwork to fight against the enemy, but the opponent's strength is still a bit weaker, and he hasn't even learned a complete set of martial arts, so naturally he won't be his opponent .

And because the opponent's strength is too low, after several battles, he was trying his moves, and the opponent didn't even have a chance to make a move.

But you must know that the real enemy can be encountered in any situation.

Sneak attacks, sieges, bullying by the strong, and even the existence of ghosts.

If you have never experienced these things, you must not be able to accumulate experience in this area.

He thought about it carefully, just now he was attacked by himself alone, and he could easily deal with it, but what if several children attacked him with wooden knives at the same time?
He was deep in thought, staring ahead.

He remembered that when the group of children fought each other just now, he watched from the side.

One of the children seemed to make such a move.

He made two gestures in his mind.

I also remember the way of another move, plus the one named Caisang.

If three people are divided into three sides and attack you at the same time, how should you deal with it?

As he thought like this, gradually, the attacking methods of the three of them appeared before his eyes one by one, as if three imaginary enemies appeared in his mind, attacking him from three directions at the same time.

Which style and which sword formula should I use to deal with the enemy?

While he was thinking, he felt that the imaginary enemy in his mind had already rushed forward.

He backed away again and again.

That does not work!

If he was so uncertain, the opponent's wooden knife would have already cut him.

He was sitting under a mulberry tree, thinking quietly.

Slowly, he stood up with the wooden sword in hand.

if so……

First attack the left side with the dragon gate.

The sword formula says: A tiger cannot leap into a dragon, and a dragon cannot leap into a tiger.

So after a successful blow, he quickly turned to the middle door and went straight.

His eyes gradually lit up, yes, this is it!

The three can be broken in an instant!

What if there is one more person?

At this time, he was fascinated by thinking, so he practiced under the mulberry tree.

Add another person.

One more person!
Slowly, fine beads of sweat ooze from his forehead. This is not only a high-intensity battle for the body, but also a huge mental load.

But at this time Jiang Yang continued.

What if we add that female ghost?

!!!

Jiang Yang was startled suddenly, yes.

Although the female ghost made very few shots, she had seen it twice.

But the next moment, cold sweat dripped from his head.

Can't beat it, can't beat it at all!
too fast!
This is so deadly!
His eyes were dark, and with the female ghost, even if he only made one or two moves, he would die in place in minutes.

call--!
At this time, he took a deep breath and sat down under the mulberry tree again.

Open the character interface!

He glanced at it.

Danyang Swordsmanship (First Look at the Way) (387/1496)

Grow so much!

Just for a while, it actually rose by more than 200!
He gasped, but his heart was full of surprises.

If he continues to practice like this, he will soon be able to improve this set of sword techniques to the next level.

But on the contrary, this consumes a lot of brain and body. At this time, I already feel that I must take a break, and I haven't eaten breakfast for a long time, and I feel a little hungry again.

If you don't rest for a while, I'm afraid you won't be able to stand it at all.

He remembered that there was a tavern in the village, and he had money on him, so he could eat something before coming back.

At this time, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart, although he had never been to any big cities, it was really good to have such a village in this place.

Big is not big, but it has everything you need.

The tavern is also next to the big locust tree at the head of the village. It is not big, and the tables are placed on the roadside outside, just not far from the stage. While eating, you can also watch the theater by the way.

At this time, there were still some audiences around the stage, and there were faint applause from the audience.

Outside the tavern, there were still a few businessmen who came to the village to do business.

"Brother." The boy in the store wiped the table, and when he saw someone coming in, he raised his head, "Yo? Brother Jiang? What would you like to eat?"

"have what?"

Jiang Yang glanced into the shop.

"Wild rabbit and wild pheasant, just arrived today, do you want some?"

"Is there such a good thing?" Jiang Yang's heart moved.

This is pure game!

"baked?"

"Fried, fried, baked, or stewed, you can make whatever flavor you like."

Jiang Yang couldn't help but licked his lips: "Let's have a roasted pheasant."

Wild game, it's been a long time since I've eaten it. I never thought I could eat such good food here.

"Okay!"

He was sitting at a square table outside the store, waiting, only to hear the merchants at the table next to him chatting.

"The Yan family is really fucking cool. The best white salt sells for [-] yuan a catty, which is too expensive. Let him buy official salt next time."

"This lady from the Yan family is a delicate person, her heart is thinner than a needle, how can she be like those big bosses in other Zhuangzi?"

"Everyone in the Yan family is not weak in martial arts, and with such a daughter, the ancestral grave is really smoking."

"Speaking of this ancestral tomb, it's really true. I heard that the ancestral tomb is well buried, and I specially invited an expert to come and see it."

"Really? Why haven't I heard of it?"

Jiang Yang's ears moved subconsciously.

He looked towards those people, and saw that they were all wearing shirts with red borders and black bottoms, and all of them were carrying swords.

Saltmonger?
Not long after, a roasted pheasant was brought up.

The roast was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, and the meat was fragrant. Although no seasoning was added, just some salt, it still made Jiang Yang's index finger twitch.

Jiang Yang took a sip.

"Brother, how are you doing?"

"Oh!" Jiang Yang gave a thumbs up, "It's delicious!"

While eating, he asked in a low voice, "Who are those people over there?"

"Salt sellers often come to our village." The boy explained with a smile.

"Private salt?" Jiang Yang listened to their conversation just now, it didn't seem like they were from the government.

"Hey." The servant said without hesitation, "Official salt is 47 pounds a catty, and it tastes bitter and often falls short by two catties. Here, who buys that stuff?"

Jiang Yang was puzzled when he heard the words: "Does the government not care about this kind of thing?"

"It's fine for other places." The boy said with a chuckle, "Our place is under the management of Yan's family, and the county master can't control it here."

Jiang Yang nodded slightly, showing deep thought.

Look at the size of this village. There are hundreds of households, at least several hundred people, and a certain number of militiamen. The Yan family has been operating here for so many years, and they have already twisted these villagers into a piece of iron. The official power will come down here. It is indeed impossible to come from such a place.

Unless troops are sent to suppress it.

However, this place is full of bandits and ghosts. If the Suhe county government has the spare power to use soldiers to do this kind of nosy business, this land will not be like this for a long time.

As long as these villagers don't rebel, the Yan family can help collect some taxes, and when the money is in place, the other government probably won't bother to take care of it, and will be more relaxed.

As for the official salt, that thing is easy to sell, and there are many places under the government's control.

At this moment, he saw another group of people walking towards the entrance of the village.

Jiang Yang sat at the table by the side of the road, eating while watching the bustling scene on the other side of the stage, thinking to himself, although this is the countryside, this Yan family really knows how to live.

At this moment, I heard people around talking again.

"The singing troupe newly hired by the Yan family is really good."

"In a few days, it will be the autumn festival. Naturally, we must save face. I heard that Steward Chen specially invited a famous troupe. Other troupes will hold a plenary meeting. If other troupes don't, they will also Will."

"so smart?"

Jiang Yang listened beside him, feeling very happy.

He looked over there, and saw a martial artist turning somersaults on the stage, really like a wind wheel, no wonder the audience applauded.

A man dressed as a team leader is under the stage, he looks about 50 to [-] years old, he is strong, his temples are gray, his beard looks like needles, he is dressed in gray cloth, his arms and legs are tied with linen, he is very strong large.

At this time, he was talking with a little girl in a low voice.

The little one was short and thin, like a monkey, with a red spot on his face, which was very funny.

While the two were chatting, a strange smile suddenly appeared on the monkey's face.

Jiang Yang frowned, feeling an inexplicable feeling in his heart.

He immediately shook his head, he couldn't feel weird just because his parents were ugly, could he?

But at this time, I happened to be walking around the village, so I took the opportunity to explore and explore if there were any tasks.

I don't know if this troupe has any hidden missions.

Thinking this way, he simply pulled the boy over and asked, "This theater troupe?"

"Not bad, right?" the servant grinned, "The Yan family paid for it."

"It's okay." Jiang Yang responded casually, and then asked the boy for some detailed information about the troupe.

For example, the surname of the head of the troupe is Ma, and most of the people in this group are also surnamed Ma, so the troupe is called Majiaban.

"But Brother Jiang." At this time, the boy suddenly whispered mysteriously, "Do you feel that this troupe is a bit weird?"

"Weird?" Jiang Yang's eyelids twitched suddenly, he hadn't asked yet, did others feel weird too?He hurriedly said, "What's weird?"

The servant said in a low voice: "I got up last night to go to the latrine, and when I was passing by, I found that the troupe seemed to have disappeared."

???

"Disappeared?" Jiang Yang's heart skipped a beat.

Is it possible that adults can disappear out of thin air?

(End of this chapter)