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Volume One: First Entering the World of Martial Arts Chapter 159: Confusing Accounts

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    Chengjiaji is located in the north of Jianli County, Hubei Province. It is an important transportation place in the middle and lower reaches of the Yangtze River. It is densely populated and extremely prosperous.  Zhou Chen entered the market and walked around. Seeing that it was almost noon, he was about to find a restaurant to hit the tip. Suddenly he heard the noise and shouting in front of him. There were crowds of people. Many people were arguing together. Then there was a banging sound, as if someone was there.  The fight started, and Zhou Chen became curious, so he walked closer to take a look at the excitement.  In the crowd, I saw more than ten big men surrounding an old monk and killing him.  This old monk is extremely ferocious. The blood-colored long sword he wields is impermeable to wind, rain and water, protecting his whole body. Not only is he not at a disadvantage, but he is able to withstand the encirclement of the crowd, and he still has a slight upper hand.  Zhou Chen looked at the old monk's dress and the conspicuous long knife and suddenly narrowed his eyes, thinking of someone.  ¡°Could it be the Blood Knife Ancestor of the Tibetan Blood Knife Sect? Thinking about the plot direction in Liancheng Jue, I secretly thought that this might be the case. ????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? The Blood Knife Ancestor is a lucky person, and he has a reputation for ruining the reputation of good girls in the world. Could it be that he was blocked by someone today, that¡¯s why there was this fight.  Zhou Chen thought for a while and thought he had grasped the key to the matter, but how could he know that the ancestor of the Blood Knife was actually the one who was really unlucky. He was faced with bad luck and muddle-headedly blocked the disaster for him. Until now, he still  What about not knowing the truth?  In the crowd, the Blood Knife Ancestor was outnumbered, but he became more and more courageous as he fought. In a moment, he killed three more Jianghu people. He laughed loudly: "With your three-legged cats' skills, you dare to come out and embarrass yourself, and want to take the throne."  The old monk's life was really miscalculated. "These people know their own suffering. Seeing the old bald donkey's martial arts, they know that it is difficult to match them. They have already greased the soles of their feet and took the opportunity to escape. Some people who are difficult to escape gradually understand.  The taste comes.  One of them, a man in his forties, had a sallow face and a moustache. Looking at the old monk's clothes, he looked more and more familiar. He suddenly woke up and said: "Who am I? It turns out to be the perverted monk from the Blood Knife Sect!"  "It doesn't matter what he yelled, the crowd of onlookers suddenly went into a stir. There is no other reason. In fact, women on both sides of the Yangtze River have been robbed and raped recently, and the witnesses who were lucky enough to see them all said that it was a bald monk. Therefore, the perverted monk  These two words have stinked the streets around here and become the target of everyone's shouting.  "Where is the perverted monk?" The crowd outside suddenly split to the right and left, and four officials walked in. The two in front of them were holding iron rulers and chains, and the two behind them were holding single swords, with a look of caution on their faces.  The forty-year-old man shouted: "Here, hereah!" Before he could finish speaking, he was struck in the leg by the ancestor of the Blood Sword.  The Blood Knife Ancestor also felt bad. Everyone around him looked strange and had unkind eyes. If he stayed here any longer, it would inevitably lead to more troubles. It would be better to leave as soon as possible.  Seeing that the opportunity was wrong, the old monk fought with swords in all directions, forcing the martial arts people around him to retreat. He turned around and was about to jump into the crowd and escape. Four officials quickly intervened to stop him.  The blood knife monk grabbed a bowl of bacon on the table of a roadside restaurant and threw it at the man on the left. He raised his elbow, lifted up the table, and threw the tofu, rice and vegetable soup at the second man.  People fell over.  The two gentlemen were splashed with hot soup by the hot dish that he was holding between their heads, and they hurriedly backed away. The old monk rushed out. The third gentleman raised his knife to chop at him. The old monk grabbed his wrist and twisted it.  He had already snatched his single sword and chopped him to death with another hand.  The fourth man was so frightened that he dared not approach him. He just shouted: "The evil monk who refused to be arrested and hurt someone!" "The evil monk with the blood knife has committed another crime!" "The evil monk who raped and killed the official lady is here.  " With such a shout, everyone in the town came over one after another. When they saw the old monk's terrifying figure covered in blood, they all stood far away and did not dare to approach.  The blood knife monk crashed into the crowd, and the people on the left and right immediately retreated to both sides with a roar, leaving only a young man standing in the middle, seemingly frightened and unable to move forward.  The blood-sword monk smiled strangely and passed by him. The blood-sword turned sideways, as if he wanted to cut the young man in two.  Unexpectedly, this man was as motionless as a mountain. He slapped the blade with one palm and punched the Blood Sword Monk in the chest at the same time.  The fist posture changed and became erratic, blocking all the old monk's forward directions.  "Eh!" The Blood Sword Monk had no choice but to fly away and retreat into the field again. He stood still and looked at the young man in surprise.  Zhou Chen smiled at him without saying much.  Just as the Blood Knife Ancestor was about to speak, suddenly a magualuan bell rang.  Where the jingle, jingle, jingle, jingle, jingle, and jingle, a yellow horse and a white horse separated from the crowd and both galloped up.  The two horses, one yellow and one white, both tall and tall, slowly stopped outside the restaurant.  A man and a woman came immediately. The man was about twenty years old, wearing a yellow shirt and tall and thin., the woman is only fifteen or sixteen years old, with a fluttering white shirt and a large red silk flower hanging on her left shoulder. Her face is slightly dark, but her appearance is extremely pretty.  "The two of them have long swords hanging from their waists, and they both hold a whip in their hands. They are as tall as horses and have long bodies. What is rare is that the yellow one is all yellow, and the white one is all white, and there is not a single hair on their bodies.  The yellow horse has a string of golden bells hanging around its neck, while the white horse's bells are made of silver. When the horse's head swings slightly, the golden bells make a tinkling sound, while the silver bells have different sounds, jingling, jingling, jingling.  The sound is more clear and beautiful, and the sound is handsome and strong.  They looked shocked when they saw the bloody corpses lying around. They pulled on the reins and asked the people around them what happened here. ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? The people around saw the man who was riding a horse and his majestic appearance, and the woman¡¯s appearance is like a spring flower, both of them are not ordinary, and they felt good about it, and they talked about everything that had just happened  And at this moment, there were changes in the scene. The remaining three officials were really like mourning. They secretly blamed the unknown young man for meddling in his own business. If you didn't stop the old monk and let him go, it would be great.  It would be better than the situation they were forced to face now, unable to move forward or retreat. Being an official in front of so many people, it was difficult to turn around and run away, so they had to persuade others with a sad face.  A man shouted: "Hey, Master, it doesn't matter how happy you are, why did you kill the girl with a knife afterwards? A good man is responsible for his work, so come with us to the county to litigate this lawsuit."  " Another gentleman said: "Yes, Master, we actually don't want to make things difficult for you. We have to do this because we have eaten the food of Gongmen!" The ancestor of the Blood Knife said leisurely: "You are talking nonsense.  Did you see the old monk raping/killing the girl?¡±
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