After the shepherd left.

Not long after, a lame beggar wandered over.

When he saw Zhang Heng and Fang Han, he didn't care at all. He walked to the entrance of the cave to get a basin of water, then started to wash his face with his head down.

"You beggar!"

Seeing that the beggar looked like a harmless person, Fang Han suddenly became furious: "My master kindly gave you food. It's fine that you are not grateful. Instead, you want to harm him. How can there be such justice in the world?"

When the beggar heard this, he wiped his face with his hands and looked back at Fang Han.

Seeing Fang Han speak like a master, he knew what was going on, and grinned happily: "Someone slipped through the net!"

Finished.

Thinking of Fang Han's question again, the beggar said slowly and carefully: "I came to beg for food, and they only gave me the leftovers for dogs. They are clearly humiliating me and they want me to be grateful?"

"Who do you think you are when you come uninvited in the middle of the night and want to eat fine food?"

"My master is related to you, or is there some connection with you? Do you think you are my young lady?"

Fang Han became angrier as he talked.

The beggar was not angry after hearing this, but was very calm: "The strong make the rules, and the weak only need to follow them. If I feel unhappy, I will vent it out. If they can't handle it, it's because they don't have the ability. Just accept their fate with peace of mind."

After a pause, he continued: "I'm in a good mood today, so you'd better hurry up and get out, or I'll be in a bad mood later and turn you two into sheep and sell them to the market to be slaughtered."

When Zhang Heng heard this, he smiled and said: "I'm in a good mood today. How about you tell me the magic of turning into a sheep, and I'll give you a pleasure?"

The beggar glanced at Zhang Heng.

Without saying much, he opened his mouth and spit out a stream of black wind.

"Yellow Wind!"

Zhang Heng pointed the tip of his sword.

Woo woo woo...

The two winds collided together, and in just a moment, the yellow wind suppressed the black wind, blowing the beggar flying and falling heavily to the ground.

The beggar got up in a panic. Seeing Heifeng's failure, he dragged his lame leg and ran away.

"Isn't this possible?"

Zhang Heng muttered in his heart: "Isn't this guy good at this trick?"

"The sword is unsheathed!"

Zhang Heng put his two fingers together and pointed forward.

Zheng!!

Six flying swords fell from the sky, blocking the beggar's path.

The beggar changed direction and continued to escape, but within a few steps six more flying swords fell from the sky. He stopped and walked, and was soon surrounded by hundreds of flying swords in a sword circle.

"ah!"

The beggar wanted to draw the sword with his hands.

As soon as he stretched out his hand, a wisp of sword energy rose up and sliced ​​off the finger he stretched out.

The beggar held his hands and spat out black wind with a painful look on his face.

This black wind blows people in the Fang Mansion, and the person who is blown staggers and turns into a lamb.

But when encountering Zhang Heng's sword circle, it didn't work. As soon as the black wind blew over, sword energy rushed towards his face, directly cutting the black wind away. No matter how much the beggar exhaled, it was useless.

"Spare your life, spare your life!"

The beggar was completely panicked. He knelt down and kowtowed repeatedly: "I am willing to dedicate my immortal magic to the real person. I hope the real person will take pity on my difficulty in practicing and spare my life."

Zhang Heng's feet fell into the circle of swords.

When the beggar saw him approaching, a flash of emotion flashed in his eyes, and when he opened his mouth, a stream of black wind came out.

"What are you thinking about?"

Zhang Heng waved his robe, and the golden light on the robe shone, scattering the black mist.

The beggar was shocked and frightened when he saw it. He couldn't help but kowtow again: "The real person has superb Taoism and is like a person among gods. The little beggar offended the power of God and has now been convicted."

"You are quite flexible!"

There was a trace of sarcasm on Zhang Heng's lips, and then he asked: "Your spell is different from ordinary Taoist spells. Where did you learn it?"

The beggar did not dare to hide anything and said bluntly: "The little beggar Song Dingbo has been fond of anecdotes since he was a child. When he was seventeen years old, he met a like-minded man. His name was Wang Qi. He was a child of an aristocratic family. He told me that there was an immortal living in seclusion on Mount Laoshan.

You can learn magic.

So I went with him, and in a Taoist temple, I met an old Taoist priest with white hair and a childish face, who had an immortal air.

We wanted to become our disciples, but the old Taoist priest refused and said that we had no relationship between master and disciple.

We were not willing to leave just now, so we decided to stay in the Taoist temple and help the old Taoist priest with the work of chopping wood and carrying water.

Month after month, three years passed in the blink of an eye.

The two of us learned nothing. Wang Qi wanted to go home, and I was too lazy to learn any more, so I went to bid farewell to the old Taoist priest.

Before leaving, Wang Qi begged the old Taoist priest, asking him to remember that we had been fetching water, chopping firewood, and making fires for cooking for three years. If he gave us some skills, it would not be in vain.

The old Taoist priest agreed, so he taught Wang Qi the art of walking through walls and taught me the art of transforming into a sheep.

He also told us that what we learned were all techniques, and we would not be able to use them when we encountered someone who knew how to practice the Fa.

At first, I always kept in mind the words of the old Taoist priest, and I just ran rampant in the countryside, found some evil spirits, turned them into sheep, and took them to the market to sell them. Firstly, I made some money, and secondly, I was doing good deeds. But then...

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Song Dingbo cried bitterly: "As time goes by, I haven't met a wise man. In addition, there are fewer evil spirits nearby, and I feel restless. That's why today's disaster happened."

"Wang Qi, wall penetration technique!"

"Song Dingbo, turn into a sheep!"

"Laoshan, old Taoist priest!!"

Zhang Heng secretly muttered in his heart: "They are all stories from Liao Zhai and Sou Shen Ji, and they are also connected in series."

After withdrawing his thoughts, Zhang Heng looked at Song Dingbo again: "How to break your spell?"

Song Dingbo replied: "Drink more hot water."

Zhang Heng called Fang Han and asked him to boil hot water.

After a while, the hot water was boiled and poured into a basin for the sheep to drink. With the sound of bleating, they all returned to their original appearance.

"Master, I am willing to sacrifice my magic, please spare my life."

After everyone returned to their original state, Song Dingbo was even more afraid that Zhang Heng would attack him.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Heng refused without hesitation: "Your magic is inherited from Laoshan. You are not qualified to teach it. If I learn from you, I will be stealing from you, and the Laoshan lineage will definitely fight with me to death."

Song Dingbo opened his mouth and wanted to say something else.

But Zhang Heng no longer gave him a chance and said with a smile: "Be a good person in the next life."

Zheng!!

The grass was stained with blood, and Song Dingbo fell to the ground.

Seeing Zhang Heng kill the demon beggar, Mr. Fang, who had recovered, hurriedly stepped forward and thanked him: "Old man Fang Shenhe is a local squire. This time we encountered a great disaster, and it was all thanks to the help of real people. I am willing to pay ten thousand taels of silver to help him."

I hope that the real person will not refuse to write a book and a biography."

"Writing a book and a biography?"

Zhang Heng was stunned for a moment, and then quickly thought of the miscellaneous book "The Record of Big Sword Enmity" with Yan Chixia as the protagonist.

He had been wondering before, who would write a book and biography of Yan Chixia, but now he understands a little bit more.

The masters are responsible for subduing demons, and the ordinary people are responsible for praising their achievements.

The heroes gain face and the ordinary people gain dignity, so the deal is done.

"Riding the sword and riding the wind, I will exorcise demons. There will be wine and joy in the world. I will be happy without wine."

Zhang Heng flew up into the sky and laughed loudly: "Don't pass, don't pass..."

below.

Master Fang looked in admiration and said to Fang Han: "This is the style of a master. I will quickly copy down the verses and I will have the final poem."

After finishing speaking, he did not forget to ask Fang Han: "Do you know where the real person has gone?"

Fang Han replied: "It seems to be going to Kaifeng Mansion."

When Mr. Fang heard this, he muttered: "Tingting seems to be in Kaifeng too, and together with the teachers of the Lingxi Sect, it is said that she is going to rescue a court official who has been arrested."

What are the names of the high officials of the imperial court?

It seems that the surname is Fu, so what is the name of Chou?
To be continued...