A blacksmith master who set up a tea stand on the roadside, and a blacksmith apprentice who bought durian snacks across the road. An Zheng always feels that these two people must have a story, especially when he knows that the two people have been to the Daxi Ming Division.

An Zheng finished drinking tea and left tea money on the table. When he got up and was about to leave, he suddenly stood still. He looked back at the tea stall owner and asked, "When you went to Daxi Ming, the interviewer asked you What's wrong? You didn't pass. "

The boss smiled bitterly: "Ask me what I have done before to punish evil and promote good."

"How do you answer?"

"Thirty years of playing iron, I haven't left home, so I have never done anything."

Ann nodded: "Maybe you didn't go to Ming Fa Division, it is also a blessing."

After a moment of silence, the boss said: "Maybe, if Ming Faji left me, I'm afraid I won't stay here to enjoy the comfort."

He also got up and prepared to clean up the stall.

An Zheng asked curiously: "I only received one of my guests, so I closed the booth?"

The boss collected the tea money that An Zheng left on the table: "Today's meal is enough, so there is no pursuit."

He put away the table and put away the tea set, leaving only a recliner. He was lying on the chair with the fan, looking at the mountain gate opposite the grand mountain villa, and he didn't know what to think. Perhaps many people will look down on such a man and have no enterprising spirit. They will no longer do business if they earn enough money to eat every day. Some people will also applaud this attitude of life, calling it desireless.

However, An Zheng always felt that the owner of the tea stall had been stalling here for seven years, and there should be some unknown stories behind it.

The tea stall owner looked at Anzheng and walked towards the main entrance of Atmospheric Mountain Villa, and could not help but called him back: "If you are going to visit, go to the back door. I told you that after seven years, I have never seen that mountain villa For whom the main entrance was opened. "

An Zheng turned back and smiled and said: "Maybe, you really should change the stall tomorrow."

An Zheng walked to the main entrance of the villa, and the four guards standing at the door looked at An Zheng. One of the guards said lazyly to An Zheng: "If you are a visitor, please register at the back entrance of the villa, and you can only enter with the permission of the owner. "

He speaks loudly, although lazy, but full of energy. The owner of the tea stall across the road also heard it clearly, so he shook his head helplessly. The heart said that I had already told you that although Yao Qingzhi was born in a bitter cold, he was the most arrogant and never allowed anyone to mention his life experience, that was his taboo.

Because of his humble origins, what Yao Qingzhi fears and hates most is that others look down upon him. Because of this, Yao Qingzhi is used to making a high-profile gesture, and the main entrance of the villa will not be opened for anyone.

This Xiushui City is not a big city. Although its location is special, because it is a mountain city, it is not as convenient and fast to develop as the plain city, but there are many tourists. This place is not a military place, and even the number of garrisons is pitifully small. Therefore, the owner of Xiushui City is really not a big figure in the entire Daxi, and its influence is really not as good as that of Yao Qingzhi.

So even if the owner of Xiushui City arrived here, it would not open the front door.

Suddenly, the tea stall boss straightened up, his face unbelievable. Because he saw An Zheng whispering a few words in front of the guard, and the guard quickly ran in. After a moment, the main entrance of the Grand Villa opened. Not only that, but Yao Qingzhi, who was in a golden suit, came out in person.

In the durian snack shop across the road, the man who was still a baby-faced man in his thirties leaned over his head and came with a bag in his hand and threw it in the arms of the tea stall owner, then asked: what's the situation?"

The owner of the tea stall opened the bag and looked at it. It was his favorite bacon that was burnt, and he bit the bite with a squeeze, and the mouth was full of fragrance: "There is a good show to watch now ... You know who the young man who just entered from the middle door is ?"

"How could I know."

"He just said to the guy who guarded the gate, please go in and tell Yao Qingzhi that Fang Zheng's disciple is here."

Fang Zheng's disciple!

The apprentice froze for a while, and then got excited: "Isn't that a good show?"

The boss was furious: "What's the fun? I've been here for seven years, but I didn't find any opportunity or any evidence. When I wanted to enter the Ming Division, the interviewer asked me what I did, and I said no. So he was Look down, I just came to Xiushui City. I know that Ming Fasi has been trying to check Yao Qingzhi for so many years but suffers from no evidence. If I fall down, then Yao Qingzhi will naturally raise his eyebrows in front of Ming Fasi. "

The apprentice said: "It's a pity that Yao Qingzhi hasn't fallen yet, the Ming Fasi has fallen."

The apprentice looked at Master: "Master, let's go back to Cangshan to make iron."

Master said: "This world has a really fateful relationship. Guess Fang Zheng that disciple just told me a fake master just now. What is it? Hahahaha ... He said he was a little bit of a mountain People. "

The apprentice stayed for a while, then laughed: "We order Cangshan ... what a pity."

Laughed and cried.

Master stood up and tossed the dirty apron on his side: "I have been playing iron for 30 years in Diancangshan, and I have cast a sword. I have n’t thought of a sword worthy of this sword. The name is finally understood today ... This sword should be called Dian Cang. "

He returned to the tea stall and took out a long wooden box: "Kneel!"

The apprentice burst into tears, hesitated for a moment and finally fell to his knees.

Master said: "Although Dian Cangshan is exhausted, it has been passed down for hundreds of years. As the twelfth generation head of Dian Cang School, I have never promoted Dian Cang and felt ashamed of the Master. So from today, I dismissed the position of the head of Dian Cang School by myself, Tu'er ... Since then, you are the head of the Cang School. This Cang God Sword, I pass it to you, I hope you return to Dian Cang Mountain only, let The three words "Cang Cang Pai" shine on rivers and lakes. "

The apprentice took the long sword box with both hands: "Master ... how about you?"

Master glanced at Atmosphere Villa: "My life's dream is to eliminate monsters and demons, and help justice. But I am weak in nature and partial to ease, so I haven't taken that step after all. The most admired person in my life is the head of Mingfa Division Fang Zheng. The disciples of Fang Zheng today arrived at the Grand Villa, which also proved my speculation ... Yao Qingzhi was one of the murderers who killed Fang Zheng. I ’m going to enter that mountain gate today, come out, go back to help you iron, help you teach Your disciple. If you ca n’t get out, you can add a seat to me in the ranking of the heads of the past generations of Dian Cang Mountain. "

He took a deep breath and strode toward the villa.

The apprentice was holding the sword box with both hands, kneeling on the ground, and knocked three loud heads toward Master's back. When he straightened up, blood was already on his forehead.

Atmospheric Villa Hall.

Yao Qing, who had long white hair and long hair, looked majestic, but when looking at An Zheng, his eyes flashed a little. He waved his hand to make all the people in the room withdraw, leaving him and Anzheng alone.

"Young man, are you really a disciple of Fang Zheng?"

An Zheng replied: "When he saw me, he was already going to die, so he did not fulfill his obligation to be a master. I even felt that I was his heir, not a disciple. But mine, after all, was given by him, so he would It ’s my master. ”

"That being the case, why did you come nearly ten years late?"

"Fear of not killing you, so I practiced for ten years."

Yao Qingzhi froze a little, then smiled: "Young man, the person in this world who wants to kill me, if he queues, he can be lined up from the main entrance of this living room to the downhill of Xiushuicheng. I know that Fang Zheng is proud and cruel, he can't think of his students Same temperament. I opened the main door to let you in. It ’s not you who is respected, but your master who has been dying for almost ten years. "

An Zheng replied with a smile: "Even if there are so many people waiting in line to kill you, I am the first."

Yao Qingzhi said: "I don't like to turn around and do not like to pose. All the people who come to me for revenge, as long as they mention hatred, I can't deny it. You know, why?"

An Zheng said: "Because you know that those people can't kill you, and you can kill them. So there is no difference between admitting and not admitting."

Yao Qingzhi nodded: "You are right, there are a lot of rumors about me on the rivers and lakes, most of them are true. So you should also understand how difficult it is for me to have a grand mountain villa today. So although I often I feel guilty about the wrong things I have done, but in the end, no one is allowed to easily undermine my current status. Today, young man, I said, opening the front door to take you in is to respect your master. "

"Even if I did take part in killing him that day, I respect him as well. So I will give you a chance to avenge today, but ... don't you think that you are alone and a little rash?"

An Zheng: "I have only you in my eyes."

Yao Qingzhi put down the teacup in his hand: "But I am more than one person in my grand villa, I said I will give you a chance to avenge, but I did not say that I will directly deal with you personally. Those who want to challenge me must first pass the gates of the disciples outside me. I guess, since you are here, there should be no fear. But you do n’t know my grand villa or Yao Qingzhi. "

An Zheng got up and looked at the hundreds of disciples who had already lined up outside.

"I have a rule for killing people."

An Zheng said: "Start with the damnest one."

Yao Qingzhi frowned slightly: "It depends on whether you have this skill."

He raised his hands and patted, and the disciples yelled outside. Three hundred and sixty disciples lined up in a sword array, murderous.

Yao Qingzhi said with a smile: "I am afraid of death, so I will work hard to make myself strong. I have done many things that I will have nightmares at night after doing it, so I am more worried about someone looking for me to seek revenge. Like me, I am afraid Dead people will always be more prepared than others. Open the door and invite guests in. After closing the door, it is the master's responsibility. "

"Otherwise, you are really sure that you will not be distracted when working with me?"

He narrowed his eyes and looked at An Zheng, seemingly smiling.

At this time, the sword gas outside protruded.

A person, wearing a Tsing Yi gown, walked in. With his hands behind his back, although his face was haggard and stubble, but when he held his head up, he carried a strong book gas.

Scholars kill people, terrible.