Repugnant Gateway

Anzheng and Du Shoushou packed them up and left Zongmen to prepare for the martial arts school. When she first went out, An Zheng suddenly saw a person standing there not far away. Although it was midsummer, she seemed to be shivering in the cold. She was so lonely, like a humble wildflower by the road, quietly blooming her beauty, but with some inferiority.

Ding Ningdong.

An Zheng walked over and asked, "Are you here for me?"

Ding Ningdong nodded in a small motion, and then took a deep breath: "I ... I just want to tell you that my dad found someone ready to start against you during the Wu Kao competition. That person is called Lang Jing. Maybe he will also start at other times, he is a madman ... you are more careful, I am going to leave. "

An Zheng said: "Thank you, you came to me like this, and your father knew you would be wronged."

Ding Ningdong shook his head: "I'm not afraid, anyway, he already plans to marry me out, so it won't be too difficult for me. I just want to tell you, I ... I am different from my brother.

After she finished speaking, she turned and ran away, and her figure became more lonely.

An Zheng has been watching Ding Ningdong run away, feeling a little blocked. It seems that kind-hearted people will always encounter all kinds of hardships. Ding Ningdong said that his father was going to marry her, but she was unwilling and wronged in her eyes. She couldn't control her own destiny, struggling cautiously, but she couldn't struggle with that strange cold and ruthless circle.

After anxious that they left Zongmen, the big men of Tianqi Zong also began to leave team by team. They walked onto the street, still in such an arrogant posture. These fierce and evil-looking men are helping the elderly to cross the road and helping the children to go to school. By the way, if they see anyone who is unreasonable, they will teach them in a less reasonable manner.

Recently, this has become a normal state of Tian Qizong, so that the residents nearby are accustomed to having these big men to maintain justice. Later, if something happened to anyone's family, instead of going to Fang Gufu to complain, he came to Tianqizong for help.

For such people, An Zheng has an attitude, where to go, Tian Qizong is not Yamen.

Some people will say that people only ask for it if they are really wronged. Why don't you care? An Zheng told his people that the unified response to this question was ... why should I control?

I can take the initiative to help people, because I am happy. I can help no one, or because I am happy. If everyone regards the Apocalypse as the Yamen, then what does the Yamen regard the Apocalypse as?

An Zheng sorted out the news about Lang Jing as he walked, and this man was also a celebrity.

In March of this year, he ran outside Dading College alone, claiming to challenge Su Feilun. He stood outside Dading College for three days and three nights. He thought Su Feilun would accept the challenge, but Su Feilun didn't even look at him at all. Then he went to Taishang Dojo again, trying to challenge Feng Xiuyang, but Feng Xiuyang ignored it.

In April, he knelt outside the Tianji Palace for two days and two nights, claimed that he was a genius once in a century, and asked King Yan to give him a chance to serve the country and be a general. He didn't want to leave without seeing King Yan, but because he couldn't bear the disdainful eyes of the adults in the past, he left.

In May, he set up a ring on the street himself, claiming to accept the challenge of anyone under the age of twenty, and he would be a slave to anyone who could win him. The ring was placed for three days, and no one beat him, because no one beat him.

In June, the entrance examination for the martial arts school was about to begin, and he ran to the martial arts school to challenge Nie Qing. Nie Qing was the strongest among the last class of martial arts students. Some people called him and Su Feilun of Dading College, Feng Xiu of Taishang Dojo, and they were called the three masters of Beijing. He shouted outside the gate of the Wuyuan for a day. In the evening, Nie Qing came out of the Wuyuan. He moved the dismounted stone weighing several hundred kilograms outside the Wuyuan, and he threw it away tens of meters away. Clapped and left.

Then Lang Jing stood there for half an hour, and left the gate of the Wuyuan with a heavy head and footsteps.

Later, he inquired about Nie Qing's age. He heard that Nie Qing was eighteen, Su Feilun was nineteen, and Feng Xiuyang was seventeen. So he embroidered a line of his own clothes, and he was fourth in the world under the age of twenty.

So that when people later mentioned him, they were jokingly called the fourth in the world.

It was a strange person, most people said he was a lunatic. A lunatic who can ignore everything in order to be famous.

When An Zheng really saw this person, he suddenly felt that this person was a little pitiful.

Lang Jing stood at the gate of the martial arts hall, wearing a coarse cloth. Although the clothes are very old and old, there are many patches, but they are very clean. He stood at the entrance of Wuyuan, holding a knife in his arms. His pants were a bit short, reaching the ankle. Wearing a pair of cloth shoes on the feet, the hole was broken, but it was also well repaired. Therefore, An Zheng felt that this was not a madman, but a poor man who wanted to change his life with his own efforts.

Lang Jing's strength must be not weak, otherwise he will not really challenge Su Feilun Feng Xiuyang and Nie Qing's arrogance. Since his cultivation is not weak, he can make his life better by doing guarding or other things. However, he did not, indicating that he had a kind of almost abnormal self-esteem in his bones. He felt that he should not do those inferior things. He firmly believed that he would become a man.

An Zheng looked at Lang Jing and made a comment after a simple observation ... pitiful and unrespectable.

"You are contentious?"

Lang Jing holds the knife in both hands: "Lang Jing is under, I want to challenge you."

In four aspects, there is a layer of stubble on the lower jaw, so it looks older than it really is. His waist is straight, but his back is slightly hunched. He was not a hunchback, he was just overwhelmed by something.

Thick brows and big eyes, slightly thicker lips, and a very straight nose. If he didn't hold the knife in his arms, anyone would think he was a farmer.

An Zheng asked: "Why challenge me?"

Lang Jing replied: "Because you are famous, I will win you, and I will be more famous than you. Those who think you are a personal talent will think I am a personal talent."

An Zheng said: "So of course you didn't take the money to challenge me."

Lang Jing was a little excited: "How come I collect money for my own future? I, my cultivation behavior, cannot be bought with money!"

Ann nodded: "So the other party just gave you a short promise."

Lang Jing was obviously not a person who lied very much, so after listening to An Zheng, his expression was a little embarrassed: "No ... nobody asked me to let me kill you, I just wanted to challenge you myself."

An Zheng couldn't help laughing: "I accept your challenge."

Lang Jing was stunned for a moment. He didn't seem to think that An Zheng actually accepted his challenge. He tried to challenge the three heroes in Beijing, but no one responded positively to him. Su Feilun and Feng Xiuyang didn't even see him, and Nie Qing only used a piece of dismounted stone to smash his self-esteem apart. Later, at night, Lang Jing tried it. The piece of dismounted stone was not less than five hundred pounds, and he couldn't say anything like Nie Qing's distance.

So when An Zheng said that I accepted your challenge, he didn't believe it.

Lang Jing was already prepared. If An Zheng refused to accept the challenge, he stopped An Zheng in front of the martial arts court and would not let him in.

"How do you compare?"

An Zheng asked.

Lang Jing's feet kicked on the ground with some anxiety: "Compared with ... actual combat, I will fight you."

An Zheng nodded: "Here it is, there is a moment away from the martial arts assessment."

Lang Jing looked at An Zheng: "You don't have weapons, and I don't need weapons!"

He slammed the knife in his arms to the ground, the handle of the knife shook violently, the blade shook, and the sunlight was refracted.

"I have practiced since childhood and started to challenge practitioners in Daxin Town. I have traveled all the counties under the government of Yanguo Fanggufu. I haven't met any opponent before I was twenty.

Lang Jing clenched his fists: "My best is boxing, you have to be careful."

An Zheng made a please gesture: "Shoot."

At this time, many people had gathered outside the martial arts school. Soon there will be more people running out of the martial arts court to see the excitement. Everyone is saying ... that An Zheng fights again at the gate of the martial arts court.

Nie Qing is also here, and he does not know why he is coming. He heard about Anzheng before, and felt that Anzheng was nothing more than a trifle. But the more people in the military and martial arts institutions value security, the more curious he is. So when he heard that An Zheng was fighting again at the entrance of the Fifth Yard and accepted the challenge of Lang Jing, he couldn't help but walked out.

Because he knows the strength of Lang Jing, he once said in private to his friends ... Under the age of twenty, within the realm of ascension, Lang Jing may have no opponent.

Nie Qing didn't know that he came to see Anzheng for ugliness, or he didn't want Anzheng to lose the face of the military and martial arts.

At the same time, there is a restaurant called Zuiyue Tower less than 100 meters from the entrance of Wuyuan. On the second floor, a young man with a sword was sitting by the window. He wore a black robe, cuffs rolled up to reveal a white lining, and looked neat and clean. He was carrying a wooden sword behind him, without a scabbard, and certainly not sharp. The wooden sword was tied with apricot-yellow rope, and some dense writing could still be seen on it.

She is more beautiful than a girl. His fingers are slender, white and clean, and his nails are neatly trimmed. When he fists, his nails will never get in the way.

He was in the restaurant, but did not drink.

He looked sideways at the Wuyuan, with some expectation in his eyes.

On the opposite side of the restaurant, only one street away, is a famous blue house called Fang Gucheng, called Junxin Tower. It is said that Junxin Tower is the property of the descendants, so it can be opened unscrupulously not far from the Wuyuan. In this Junxin Tower, it is said that so many flower-like women were specially trained to seduce the young talents of the martial arts college.

Of course, all of these are legends, and I don't know what the background of Junxin Tower is. But the girl in Junxin Tower is really well-known, not only looks, but also talented.

On the second floor of Junxin Building, a window was pushed open, and a young man in a thin shirt stood at the window. He had a glass of wine in his hand, and the fragrance could float from the second floor to the street. He has a good figure, and his muscles are sharp under the thin shirt. He also has a very clear and handsome face, under the sword eyebrows, that pair of eyes let the Buddha with a sharp see through everything. A disheveled woman came to his back, and under the sleeves, his smooth and slender arms hugged him from behind.

The young man on the side of Junxin Tower held a glass of wine, and the young Taoist on the side of Zuiyue Tower took a teacup and looked back.

The two people have the same meaning in their eyes ... so you are too.

Nie Qing, who was leaning on the stone lion at the entrance of the Wuyuan Academy, seemed to sense something and looked sideways into the distance. So he saw Su Feilun, who was half-dressed in the blue building, and Feng Xiuyang, who was drinking tea in the restaurant. He certainly knew that those two people must be watching themselves.

Then the eyes of the three people involuntarily shifted to another person ... an contention.