When the sword comes out of Emei, I will be the front

Chapter 11 The inexplicable blame, tailor-made

Ye Guhong's eyes lit up when Miejie used this move, and he secretly speculated: Could this be the legendary "rain of flowers in the sky" hidden weapon kung fu?

When those big men saw it, their livers and gallbladders were split into pieces. They did not dare to pick up the weapons on the ground, so they turned around and ran out.

The big man whose head was smashed by Ye Guhong also changed his expression. As he retreated, he nodded repeatedly: "Okay, okay, he is indeed a master sent by the Tatars. Just wait, wait if you have the guts!"

Ye Guhong frowned and shouted: "Stop, this..."

Before the words "I'm afraid there may be a misunderstanding" came out of his mouth, the big man turned around and ran out of the inn.

Ye Guhong looked at Miejie, and Miejie smiled contemptuously: "They probably saw our horses tied outside the door, so they thought they were from Yuan Ting. They are idiots who can't understand what they say. Don't pay attention to them."

He stood up and called the waiter: "It's getting late. My master and disciple want to rest here for the night, and we will open two clean rooms."

The waiter took a few steps back until he reached the door of the kitchen, and then he timidly but resolutely shouted: "You are from Yuan Ting. I'm sorry for the inconvenience of the store. Please, please do it yourself!"

Miejie said slightly angrily: "The Tatars killed by the poor nuns were not only five hundred but also three hundred. How can those people take their nonsense seriously?"

The waiter couldn't believe it: "If you are not the masters of Yuanting, how, how can you be in trouble with the heroes of the Poyang Gang?"

Ye Guhong said: "Those guys were rude when they came in, and they killed a kid like me. Which one of your eyes makes him look like a hero?"

He turned back and tugged on Miejie's sleeve: "Master, let's not rush to stay. Since those people are from the Poyang Gang, I'm afraid this matter is not over yet."

After hearing this, Miejie suddenly realized, sneered, turned around, sat down, poured wine and drank alone: ​​"In that case, we will wait here for him to come!"

After more than half an hour, the crowd outside gradually became louder. After a while, countless people were heard shouting in unison: "Thief nuns, little Tatars, come out and die!"

Master Miejie said coldly: "This Poyang Gang is a bunch of fools. If we don't teach them a lesson today, they won't know how powerful our Emei Sect is!"

After saying that, he raised his head and drank the last glass of wine. He pulled Ye Guhong up and walked to the door. He waved his one sleeve without using any force, and the two cotton curtains on the door flew straight up.

Master Mie Jie led his disciple out and walked out proudly, his chin slightly raised, and he looked around: "Are you just some idiots from the Poyang Gang?"

Ye Guhong glanced around and saw the long street in front of the door, with three layers inside and three layers outside. There were at least two to three hundred men, forming a semicircle, surrounding his master and apprentice.

Most of these people held harpoons, spears, and oars, and some carried knives and swords. They were expected to be masters in their gang.

The person facing the two masters and apprentices was an old man in his fifties. He was short and fat, with dark skin and a face full of ridges. At first glance, he looked like he had been living on the water all year round. He was holding a big knife in his hand, with a long blade and a thick back. , obviously extremely heavy.

After listening to Miejie's words, the old man's gloomy face became even more ugly. He snorted loudly and said in a deep voice: "What a thief, you are really arrogant. No wonder you dare to hurt my brothers from the Poyang Gang! Huh, you think you have Tatars." If you support me, you dare to do whatever you want, but you don’t know that we, the heroes of the Poyang Gang, have never caught the Tatars in our eyes!”

Miejie looked at him coldly and said, "Who are you?"

The old man put the knife on his shoulder and shouted: "Poyang Gang leader, 'Poyang Jiao' Xu Dali! Haven't you heard of this, you thief?"

Miejie smiled contemptuously: "The poor nuns who come and go are all high-ranking scholars. How can I hear the name of a young boy like you?" Ye Guhong was funny in his heart. As for his master, he was born with ridicule and hatred. Come on.

He thought to himself that the Poyang Gang hated Yuan Ting, and we were not enemies. It would be boring if a misunderstanding led to the Master going on a killing spree. He then said loudly: "Gang Leader Xu, let's not worry about whether to fight or kill. I have a word. That's right. I must tell you first - although these war horses originally belonged to the Tatars, the original owners of the Tatars have been killed by my master. These horses are the trophies of my master and apprentice. If you have misunderstandings because of this, there is no need to do so."

Unexpectedly, when Xu Dali heard this, he looked up to the sky and shouted, with a look of disbelief on his face, and shouted: "I have thousands of brothers in the Poyang Gang. Do you think we have no eyes and ears in the Yuan Ting government? People in the Ming Dynasty don't tell secret words, and I count them I got accurate information a few days ago, saying that a monk is protecting the child of a Tatar nobleman and is traveling in the Lushan area. Although you are sophistical at this moment, who can you hide it from?"

Ye Guhong looked at his expression and it didn't look like he was cheating. He couldn't help but wonder in his heart. Could this be called a book without coincidence? This black pot seems to be custom-made for my master and apprentice.

Master Miejie said impatiently: "My disciple speaks like a mountain and wants to hide it from you. Are you worthy of it? Since you understand that people don't tell secret words, I will tell you today. The name of the Dharma of the Ignorance will be destroyed in the upper and lower tribulations." , the head of the Emei Sect, Miejie Shitai, is a poor nun!"

Xu Dali was shocked and said in horror: "There is no justice! You, the majestic head of Emei, actually became a Tatar lackey? You, you, you, you, you, a thieving nun, will have the nerve to meet your Patriarch Guo when you die in the future?"

Master Miejie's face flashed with green energy, and he said in a ferocious voice: "You dare to insult me, Emei, you are really asking for your own death!"

After saying that, he grabbed the hilt of the sword and flicked it. The Canglanglang sword was unsheathed, and the hilt flew out like a strong bow and crossbow, and it only flashed before Xu Dali's eyes.

Xu Dali was shocked. Fortunately, he put the big knife on his shoulder first. At this moment, he turned around and slashed. There was a sound, and the hilt of the sword hit the surface of the sword. The surface of the sword retracted with difficulty, and hit Xu Dali's chest with a snap. The pain on his cheek made him scream "Ouch!" and he stumbled back a few steps before he regained his footing. When he looked at Master Miejie again, his eyes were full of horror.

Seeing that their gang leader, who was highly skilled in martial arts, suffered heavy losses with just one move, the hundreds of men in the Poyang Gang fell into silence.

At this time, beside Xu Dali, a young man of eighteen or nineteen years old suddenly jumped out, whipped out the long sword from his waist, pointed at Master Miejie and said: "Thief nun, you dare to hurt my father? I, Xu Shouhui, will not die with you today." endlessly!"

As he spoke, he strode forward, his movements extremely powerful and swift. Miejie's expression moved slightly. He let go of Ye Guhong, stepped forward to meet him, and swung his sword to fight with the opponent.

Ye Guhong watched the battle intently, and saw that the young man's sword was opened and closed widely, and the sword wind was fierce and powerful, but Miejie Shitai was moving the sword casually, only defending but not attacking.

The two fought fast and fast, and they fought for more than twenty rounds in an instant. Miejie suddenly said: "Your Quanzhen swordsmanship is inherited from the Changchun Patriarch. The Changchun Patriarch has a close relationship with my ancestor. For the sake of our ancestors, For my sake, I’ll spare you this poor nun’s life today.”

After saying that, he twisted the sword and with the force of his inner strength, Xu Shouhui's long sword flew away from his hand.

Xu Shouhui felt a blur in front of his eyes and his hands were empty. He was stunned for a moment. It wasn't until Miejie turned around that he suddenly shouted: "You, what are you talking nonsense about? My sword technique is clearly called the Hu-Zhan sword technique. How can I get involved?" Quanzhen Swordsmanship up there?"

When Miejie heard this, he turned around and said curiously: "Huh? Aren't you a descendant of Qiu Zu's lineage? Who is your master?"

Xu Shouhui said blankly: "My master is called the 'Dragon Tail Sword Immortal'. His surname is Zou, and his given name is Shang Pu Xia Sheng."

Miejie shook his head and said, "Zou Pusheng? I've never heard of it."

Ye Guhong nodded secretly, thinking that the relationship between the two was actually that of master and apprentice, which would be interesting.

Miejie didn't know what her apprentice was thinking. Her ancestor's father, Guo Daxia, had a deep connection with the Quanzhen sect. She saw that the other party was using Quanzhen swordsmanship from Qiu Chuji's lineage. He was young, and even the other party himself didn't know the origin, but she had a majestic Emei palm. Door, it's hard to hurt anyone again.

However, the other party was very hostile and asked her to explain herself. It was extremely troublesome just thinking about it. She changed her mind and simply slapped Ye Guhong, who had a wise heart: "Disciple, please speak more clearly with these fools. Don't let them get away from you." They can’t be more rude and pester me.”

(End of this chapter)