We thought the Beggars' Sect was just a clown created by this tragic era. We expected that once Wang Chong died, the mob would inevitably be dispersed, so we did not take them to heart.

As for Ma Xiaoliu, the leader of the Beggars' Sect, because of his very rural name and his timid brother-in-law, we guessed that he was Wang Chong's puppet, it is not worth mentioning.

But, later, we knew that all of us had guessed wrongly.

July 15th. Zhongyuan Festival. Night.

The ghost gate was wide open and the yin energy was scattered. Louqin Inn closed early. As soon as it was dark, Louqin told me and Li Xiaoqin: "Today is the Zhongyuan Festival, and the streets are full of ghosts. Just stay in your own houses and never go out."

Li Xiaoqian said disdainfully: "You are all feudal superstitions. I never mind the fifteenth day of July before, and I still went out to eat skewers at night."

Lou Qin scolded Li Xiaoqian and said, "Don't talk nonsense, go back to your room soon."

Two hours later.

It is almost time for the middle of the day. According to legend, this is the time when the yin energy is the heaviest in the day. On the mid-Year of the Zhongyuan Festival, the ghost gate in the underworld will be opened and countless ghosts will be released to go home to visit relatives.

Li Xiaoqian sat on the head of my bed and told me the legend about the Zhongyuan Festival. He said: "Most of these ghosts are good ghosts. However, it is inevitable that they are a little confused. It is possible that they touch the wrong door, go to the wrong kang, and find the wrong person."

I couldn't help but look around and suddenly felt a gust of wind. The wind chime hanging on the window rang, and the pleasant ringtone made me feel extremely strange at this moment.

"It's getting late!" Li Xiaoqian yawned and said, "I'm going back to my room to sleep. You should rest early, too."

I suddenly felt a strong sense of fear, as if countless lonely ghosts were sitting around me. A gust of wind blew in from outside the window, and the "ding" of the wind chimes sounded. I don't know if it was dazzled or fear that made me hallucinate, but I seemed to see a wandering white shadow floating in my room.

My heart skipped a beat and I said tremblingly: "Yes, there are ghosts."

"Haha, I want to scare me, it's a shame!" Li Xiaoqian smiled and looked in the direction I pointed.

"ah......"

Li Xiaoqian hugged his head and shouted, squatting on the ground, muttering: "I'm here to come. I don't know that there is such a thing in the old society. If you don't respect me, please forgive me!"

The white shadow floated upside down on the beam of the house above Li Xiaoqian's head. The white hair more than a foot long hanged down, just on Li Xiaoqian's face.

Li Xiaoqian was so scared that his face was pale, which was integrated with the white hair. And I had already seen clearly that the white shadow was indeed a ghost, but an old drunkard!

I asked, "Why are you here?"

Bai Jingxing laughed loudly, turned over and landed on the ground. The moment he landed on the ground, he made a "click" sound under his feet.

Bai Jingxing looked down in confusion and asked, "Where did the water come from?"

Li Xiaoqian looked at Bai Jingxing resentfully and said, "Senior, you scared the younger generation's faucet!"

Bai Jingxing asked, "What is a faucet?" He followed the water and finally his eyes fell under Li Xiaoqian's crotch. He suddenly realized, and said, "Faced?! Haha, very vivid!"

As we talked, another gust of wind blew in.

As soon as the bell rang, a figure penetrated into the room. I didn't see the man's face, but I saw the knife hanging around his waist.

It was not an ordinary knife. There were golden wires wrapped around the handle, and there was a dragon embedded in the guard. I had seen that knife twice.

Once in Chaohu Lake, once in Huai River.

The owner of the knife slowly turned around. It was Chen Boyang.

"Where do you get water?" Chen Boyang asked, looking at his feet.

I said, "Li Xiaoqian's faucet collapsed."

Li Xiaoqian said anxiously: "You, stop!"

"What is a faucet?" Chen Boyang asked in confusion. He looked for the source with his eyes, his eyes also fell between Li Xiaoqian's legs. He immediately smiled and said, "Haha, faucet?! Very novel!"

In the next incense stick of time, the wind chime rang eight times at the same window, and eight people came in one after another. Everyone came in and talked with Bai Jingxing and Chen Boyang respectfully, and then began to ask where the water came from.

I explained eight times, it was Li Xiaoqian's faucet that collapsed.

Li Xiaoqian's face was flushed and he pinched my neck and shouted: "Ji Danbing, stop talking!"

At this time, the middle-aged man who finally got into the scene looked very honest. He heard Li Xiaoqian shouting and immediately asked, "Where are egg cakes? I'm hungry!"

I was angry and pushed Li Xiaoqian away, and kicked the middle-aged man with a flying foot.

Unexpectedly, the middle-aged man seemed very honest and even a little clumsy. But his reaction was extremely sharp. As soon as I raised my feet, he turned around and caught me, hugged my legs in his arms, and shouted, "What's the matter with kicking me?"

I said angrily: "I hate others to use my name the most!"

The man looked confused, looked around everyone and asked, "What does it mean?"

Li Xiaoqian smiled and said, "His name is Ji Dan Bing. The Ji of King Wu of Zhou, Dan of the good and bad times, and B of A, Bing of Ding."

The whole room started to hilarious.

A man was laughing too hard and sat on Li Xiaoqian's urine. Seeing this, the heavy man's laughter that was about to calm began to rise again.

With a creaking sound, the door was pushed open. Lou Qin reached into half of her body and was startled when she saw the people in the room. She asked, "What's wrong?" She saw Bai Jingxing and asked again, "Senior, why are you here?"

Bai Jingxing said apologetically: "I'm here to disturb you again, little girl. We had made an appointment to secretly conduct business in the pavilion on the north side of West Lake at midnight tonight. But we forgot that today is the Zhongyuan Festival, and there is no one outside. It's really a bit scary and there is nowhere to go, so we have to lend you this inn."

The memory of this old drunkard is really worrying. But at this time, his performance can no longer cause any turmoil in my heart. Perhaps, as Master Bamao said, it is no longer surprising that a person has experienced more.

I asked: "Are the leader of the martial arts world afraid of ghosts too?"

Bai Jingxing gave me a blank look and roared in a low voice: "How can you say you are afraid of ghosts! You just don't want to see unclean things in the wilderness." The other nine people nodded repeatedly and said yes.

Lou Qin smiled and said, "Heroes, this room is small, so let's go downstairs and talk." Everyone nodded and applauded.

Lou Qin

Just as I was about to turn around, I seemed to see the light flashing underground and asked, "Where is the water coming from?"

I was about to explain. Li Xiaoqian covered my mouth and nose and said, "I accidentally sprinkled the tea." Lou Qin smiled and turned around and left.

I suddenly felt very unhappy inside. Because I longed for Lou Qin to see Li Xiaoqian's wet pants and Li Xiaoqian's extremely awkward appearance.

Everyone left with a smile.

Lights lit up in the hall of Louqin Inn. The faint fire swayed, dispelling the cold atmosphere of the Zhongyuan Festival.

Lou Qin put a few snacks in the hall and filled the tea. At this time, a tall and fat man slapped the table and stood up. His gray bearded eyebrows were trembling, and he was obviously igniting a great anger. He said sternly: "This dog emperor is too difficult to serve, right?! We have been strictly self-disciplined from top to bottom, and the two brothels run by the sect have been closed. All disciples are not allowed to go down the mountain privately. Now our Nanhua sect is very difficult to survive, and this dog emperor is not satisfied?!"

This man is Situ Qingchen, the head of the Nanhua Sect. He has a nickname and is very famous in the world. It is said that when he was a teenager, he had a well-proportioned figure and was full of heroism. He stabbed a tiger head in his chest, with sharp eyes and fierce fangs. At that time, before competition with others, he often took off his shirt and exposed a tiger tattoo to shock his opponents. Unfortunately, he gained weight in middle age and gradually became fat. In addition, since he became the leader, he rarely competed with others. People gradually forgot the tiger on his chest. Twenty years ago, at the Laojun Mountain Martial Arts Conference, he fought against Yue Xiaoqun, the leader of the Huashan Sect, holding a silver spear, standing proudly, and ripped his shirt apart, but it attracted a burst of hilariousness from the audience.

Yue Xiaoqun, the head of the Taishan Sect, is not only a swordsman with superb swordsmanship, but also a very talented poet. Amid the hilarious laughter, he looked sad and sighed to the sky: "Time is ruthless and makes people grow old, but how can a tiger turn into a fat cat."

From then on, Fat Cat became Situ Qingchen's nickname. Whether he accepted it or not, this nickname quickly became a consensus among the people in the martial arts world.

Chen Boyang coughed lightly and said, "Master Mao is a little calm, let's make a long-term plan."

A man slapped the table and was a weak scholar who looked very young and looked very young, and his age was almost the same as Li Xiaoqian. He shook off the folding fan in his hand with a "pop" and fanned wildly: "Senior Cat said it well. Our Crescent Villa is located on a mountainous road, and bandits are rampant around him. With the reputation of his ancestors, I guaranteed that all the escort agencies will pass safely to earn some money. Since the Chaohu Martial Arts Conference, I was afraid of giving the court a statement of collusion with bandits, and ordered that all the people in the village should not be allowed to take escorts and all of them would go to the back mountain to farm. However, my Crescent Villa is a group of heroes, and they have no skills and only a place to grow vegetables."

This person is the owner of Crescent Villa, Murong Shun. His father is Murong Ying who was stolen by Wang Chong to make soup.

Chen Boyang coughed again and said, "Don't be upset, let's discuss it again."

At this time, the honest man who wanted to eat "egg cakes" suddenly stood up. He slapped the table and was stunned. He glanced at him a few times, and said, "I don't know what to say. In short, I'm not easy to mess with my Dragon and Tiger Gang!"

Could this person be Liu Yishou, the leader of the Dragon and Tiger Gang and the disciple of Fengyun?

(Special thanks: Situ Qingchen, the author of "The Legend of the Condor Heroes", was selfless guest appearance. Xiaoke is very grateful.)

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!