standard martial arts novel

The town is bustling with traffic, hawkers hawking along the street, children running and playing, housewives of houses facing the street poking their heads out to ask their children to come back for dinner, and the painted boats in the river have already started singing and dancing in broad daylight. The last bustling place before the church's sphere of influence.

There are many customers in the teahouse, drinking tea and chatting in twos and threes.In the middle of the teahouse, a storyteller was frothing: "If you want to talk about the leader of the Demon Cult, he is really a character. I think that when the old leader of the Demon Cult was still making troubles in the Jianghu, he once went out to inspect the sub-helm, When the Yellow River was flooding, the poor people who were hit by the disaster had nowhere to go and sold their sons and daughters. There was a child who was planted by his parents, but his eyes kept turning around to look at him. For some reason, he saw After seeing the old leader, he stared at him. Feeling curious, the old leader gave the child a knife and said, "Look at your father and mother, they are so cruel, and they will sell you to get food for themselves." They are used as cows and horses for others. If you are willing to kill your parents, I will take you as a disciple and teach you martial arts, which will last you a lifetime.' The child took the knife and wiped it without hesitation. This is the current leader of the Demon Cult.

"At that time, the old leader thought that this child could be so ruthless and ruthless at such a young age, and a child could be taught, so he took him as a disciple. Seeing that he was talented and intelligent, he was even more partial to him. Who would have thought that this white-eyed wolf could even kill his own parents? , How could he not be cruel to Master?

"Guest officer, if you think that the current leader of the Demon Cult simply stabbed the old leader to death and won the position of leader, then you are very wrong. Killing people with soft knives will not see blood. The old leader was killed The apprentice I raised by myself was driven mad, and he is still locked in the secret room of the Demon Cult's main altar, wailing day and night, but he can't live or die.

"The guest officer is going to ask again, this old leader is obsessed with the evil arts of the demon sect, no matter whether he has no children, does he even have this one apprentice? No, no... Before the current leader, the old leader also accepted two Disciples, but these two disciples are not as ruthless as their junior disciples, so they have to take the position of Dharma protectors. To say that these two Dharma protectors..."

Everyone was listening to the story attentively, and no one noticed that the storyteller was speaking, while sneaking glances at a person sitting at a table in a corner of the teahouse from time to time, as if he was afraid that what he said would offend that person.

The person sitting at the table looked to be in his twenties, his hair was tied up with plain cloth strips all over his head, and although his black clothes were made of coarse cloth, he didn't feel cheap at all with his handsome appearance. , but leaning on a black long sword in his hand, he almost wrote the words "I am a new hero, come to eradicate the demon cult" on his forehead.

Everyone was listening intently, when suddenly an abrupt voice broke in.

"Brother, please, please give me a copper coin." A little beggar with disheveled hair and a lame leg was holding a bamboo pole in one hand and a broken bowl in the other, weighing the two coins in it. Copper coins jingled, and they bowed their heads when they saw someone, "Master, please give me some money." Listening to the voice, it was still a girl.

Seeing that the dirty little beggar was about to come in, Xiaoer hurriedly rushed: "Go, go, get out, don't dirty my place."

"Second brother, give me some money." The little beggar stretched out the bowl reluctantly, "I haven't eaten for two days."

"Tell you to get lost, don't you understand human language?!" Xiao Er kicked the little beggar out.

"Ouch..." The little beggar stumbled on the threshold and fell to the ground. The broken bowl, which was only missing a hole, broke in two.The little beggar was crawling on the ground, unable to get up with a limping leg. For a moment, he didn't know whether to pick up the copper coins that rolled out of the bowl first, or feel sorry for the broken bowl first, and was so anxious that he burst into tears.

Xiao Er bullies people like this, and the hero can't stand it anymore: "Xiao Er, let that little girl in." Turning around, he saw only tea and melon seeds from the store on the table, "I want another sweet-scented osmanthus cake, and another Just an empty bowl."

Hearing the sweet-scented osmanthus cake, the little beggar Huazi's eyes lit up immediately, and he casually wiped away his tears and snot with his dirty hands, and bowed to the hero from the door: "Thank you, sir. You are a good man, you will be rewarded, and you will definitely get promoted and get rich in the future." , wives and concubines in groups, hundreds of sons and grandchildren, thousands of generations..."

The hero was dumbfounded by the little beggar Huazi's incoherent compliments, so he could only stop her with sweet-scented osmanthus cake: "Little girl, do you live in this city?"

The little beggar was also clever, and immediately understood what the hero meant: "What do you want to know?"

Just as the hero expected, no matter where he is, the most well-informed are brothel girls and beggars.In view of the cash-strapped, the hero chose a beggar with a cheaper price.Sure enough, for the price of a plate of sweet-scented osmanthus cakes, the hero found out from the beggar the location of the main altar of the Demon Cult, the approximate strength of the troops, the time for changing guards, and even the day when the left and right guardians planned to join forces to attack the leader. I've found out all about it—the little beggar walks the streets and alleys on weekdays, and has heard a lot of news, true or false, and knows that the left protector is a woman, and has always been enamored of the right protector and other small inside stories.

The new and old leaders are changing, and the guardians refuse to accept the new leader and plan to fight among themselves. During this period of time, there must be chaos inside the Demon Sect.If you miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, once the left and right guardians overthrow the leader, and then stabilize their relationship through marriage, and secure the position of the leader of the demon sect together, it will be difficult to eradicate them in the future.The hero rejoiced at his luck, and ordered another plate of dessert for the little beggar, paid the tea money, and gave the little beggar a handful of copper coins before leaving.

After two plates of dim sum, the "uncle" in the mouth of the little beggar has been fed into "brother hero", and he is eating it with great joy.When the hero was far away, Xiao Er was going to come and chase him away, but the little beggar jumped onto the table and stretched his waist. He had grown half a foot for nothing, but he pretended to be a child by shrinking his bones.

"Bah bah! Your osmanthus cake has been stored for a few days, and you still sell it?" The little beggar spat out the snack in his mouth with a look of disgust, took the melon seeds on the table, and smashed the melon seeds all over the place. I wonder why someone took my seat, it turned out to be a young man from a foreign country." The voice was no longer the clear and crisp voice of a little girl, but the magnetic voice of an adult woman.

"Guardian Zuo!" The shopkeeper who was originally dialing the abacus beads behind the counter hurried over, dragged Xiaoer to the ground and kowtowed, "Guardian Zuo, my nephew is new here, and he doesn't know Taishan with his eyes. Remember the villain, because his mother died early, and there is no one to teach him, let him be spared." Seeing the melon seed shells falling in front of him, the shopkeeper was so scared that he dared not move. , as if what fell on his head was not a melon seed, but a knife.

"I still wonder why you can recognize me no matter what I dress up. The feeling is because I always sit in the old seat." Zuo Hufa leisurely ate melon seeds, not at all intending to make trouble, but rather than shouting directly. Shouting to kill is even scarier.

Xiaoer finally understands why on the first day when he first arrived, the shopkeeper gave thousands of instructions that he must be extra attentive to the guests sitting in that seat. Pour water first and then put tea; melon seeds should smell like fennel, and each one must be checked like counting pearls, and there must be no bad ones mixed in; the most important thing is that you must not serve sweets... The seat has several people in succession. There is no one sitting all day.Today, a guest finally came, Xiao Er thought it was the prophecy of the shopkeeper, knowing that there would be noble people sitting there, bringing tea and melon seeds, and being extra careful when adding tea and pouring water.The man asked for sweet-scented osmanthus cake, Xiao Er didn't think much about it, and gave it to him, but he didn't know that the waiter was an imposter, and the owner who liked to eat melon seeds and didn't eat sweets was kicked out of the door by him, and suddenly trembled in fright Such as sifting chaff.

"This is your nephew? I'm still wondering why I'm looking at Yansheng." Zuo Hufa sat on the table with Erlang's legs crossed, lifted Xiaoer's chin with his toes, and looked at his face from side to side. Not bad. How old are you? Are you married? In two days, the church will release a group of 20-year-old maids to get married. I will pay attention to the marriage for you? A 20-year-old girl is old enough to match you. A little bit, but there are quite a lot of dowries in the church.”

"Is it pretty?" Xiao Er blurted out, and was immediately pinched by the shopkeeper on his arm.

Zuo Hufa bent down and raised Xiaoer's chin: "Do you think I'm pretty?"

Xiaoer raised his head timidly, and saw that Zuo Hufa had a pair of charming red phoenix eyes, but with a flat nose, clam @蛇口, and a big @麻子 on his sallow face, it was a waste of those eyes beautiful eyes.Xiao Er didn't notice Zuo Hufa's complexion was sallow, but the skin on his feet was white and delicate, which could be broken by blowing a bullet. It was obviously easy to change his face. He wanted to say it was not good-looking but was afraid of offending her, and wanted to say good-looking but was afraid that she would dislike him for lying. Having no idea, he could only secretly tug on the sleeve of his shopkeeper uncle.

"I'm teasing you." Zuo Hufa laughed, his face was obviously ugly, but it gave people the feeling of trembling, "Your storyteller's daughter-in-law is taught by us. Whether you look good or not, whether you are virtuous or not, you Ask him to go."

He kicked Guardian Zuo to the ground just now, even if there are good girls in the Demon Cult, would Guardian Zuo leave it to him?Xiao Er secretly slandered.

"Your kick was beautiful. If it weren't for your kick, how could that stunned young man really treat me as a beggar and believe everything I say?" After eating the melon seeds, Zuo Hufa dusted off the dirt on his body. The melon seed shell casually threw a ten tael official ingot into Xiaoer's arms, "There is a young talent who is more decent than a decent family out of the three sects, and a group of hypocrites sent him as a punch, trying to borrow our demon sect Killing people with a knife? Oh, he came all the way from afar, I have to go back quickly and let the leader prepare to entertain guests." Saying this, he jumped off the table, and within a few seconds, no one was there.

When Guardian Zuo walked away, the shopkeeper let out a long sigh of relief, and then slapped Xiaoer on the back of the head: "You bastard who is not afraid of death, think your uncle has a long life? This time you are lucky! Next time if you I really offended this aunt, a few lives are not enough for her to kill."

"Is Guardian Zuo very fierce?" Xiao Er covered her head, "She can tear down teahouses?"

"If she really just demolished the teahouse, then I really want to burn the incense, and she wants my heart." The shopkeeper felt so painful thinking about it, "You also know your aunt, who has been in the house for more than ten years, I have never given birth to a man with a handle, and he took all his anger on me, saying that I can't have a son. I raised a little wife outside without telling your aunt. Who knew Zuo Hufa took advantage of my absence and pretended to be a flower picker Tied up your little aunt, wrapped her in a quilt, and threw her naked on the bed with your aunt and me. When your aunt found out, she made the decision and gave her to someone else. My beautiful little wife , I pointed at her to give birth to a son for me..."

It's no wonder that when I saw my uncle, my nose and eyes were swollen every day.The aunt only gave birth to a daughter but not a son, and Zuo Hufa made it impossible for the uncle to marry a concubine, and the uncle could not give birth to a son to pass on the incense. The consequences seemed more serious than demolition of the teahouse.Xiao Er nodded, and then looked at the storyteller: "Are the girls in the Devil's Cult good-looking?" It's my uncle's business that he married a shrew, and Xiao Er is still thinking about marrying a beautiful wife to warm the bed.

"Good-looking is good-looking, but it's just with my mother-in-law, oh... I won't mention it." The storyteller sighed.

"Mother-in-law and daughter-in-law are at odds?" Xiaoer rejoiced that the grass on his mother-in-law's grave was two feet long, and mother-in-law and daughter-in-law could not quarrel.

"Where is the disagreement? My mother-in-law treats my daughter-in-law more than a daughter-in-law. Every day, the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law work together to bully our father and son."

Xiao Er nodded half-understood, feeling that the Demon Cult seemed to be different from what he had imagined.