Chapter 10 The Grace of Dripping Water should be reported in the spring

The Iron Clothes Gang used to be the largest gang in Huaiyang City. The reason why it is said "once" is that now it has surpassed Jinyi and become the largest group with tens of thousands of miles in forty-six counties in the southwest of Hanzhou.

The main rudder of the Iron Clothes Gang is located on the old street in Huaiyang City, directly opposite the magistrate's office.

In the morning, there was a lot of traffic in front of the rudder gate, which was three minutes busier than the magistrate's office. Eight iron guards in black stood outside the door with their chests and folded their breasts.

Suddenly, there was a noise from the street, as if something had happened. When the eight guards heard the sound, they couldn't help staring at each other.

A teenager with a heavy sword on his back, holding a stone lion outside the magistrate's office in his left hand, holding the magistrate's head in his right hand, and strode to the iron rudder.

The stone lion has at least a thousand catties, but it is as light as a small stone in his hand.

"I'm looking for Qin Jin and Qin Guantian. Get out of the way!"

The young man raised the stone lion and stepped on the steps, and his eyes were burning with raging.

"Bastard, eat the bear's heart and swallow the leopard's courage. Dare to make trouble in front of the door of our iron-clad gang!"

A little leader pulled out his waist knife and said, "Brothers, give it to me!"

"A guy who doesn't know whether to live or die!" The teenager took off his hand and threw out the stone lion, and immediately smashed the little leader out.

The other guards were as cold as cicadas, and their legs seemed to have been fixed, watching the teenager break into the door of the house.

"Who dares to break into the iron clothes gang's rudder, don't you want to die?"

In the courtyard inside the door, a middle-aged man was teaching dozens of iron-clad gangs for morning exercise. He saw someone breaking in and shouting, "Catch him up!"

Dozens of iron-clad men rushed up and besieged the teenagers with knives and guns.

The teenager pulled out the epee on his back, and a strong white light swept through the sky. Those knives and guns were like toys pinched by mud.

The young man clapped his sword, and there were figures flying around him, screaming.

Just now, the iron man who besieged the teenager lay all over the ground. Either his arm bones were broken or his legs were broken. No one could stop the teenager's sword.

"Go and report to the master!" The middle-aged man was terrmented and pulled out a soft whip tied around his waist to sweep the teenager.

The teenager didn't look at the pressure of the sword, and the soft whip was slapped into several pieces.

When the middle-aged man saw that he was not his opponent, he left a soft whip and turned his head and ran away. Unexpectedly, the teenager held a magic sword of more than 100 catties, but his speed was like lightning. He chased him behind him with a rise and fall. The heavy sword pushed forward and pressed the middle-aged man's shoulder. He said coldly, "Where is Qin Jin!"

The middle-aged man's whole body was stiff and he asked, "Who are you?"

The teenager gently twisted his wrist, and the blade of the sword pressed against the middle-aged man's neck and said, "Chu Tian!"

"Chu Tian?!" The middle-aged man was stunned. He couldn't remember when the Iron Clothes Gang offended a man named Chu Tian. Which stone did the teenager jump out from?

But people are under the eaves - no, to be precise, their neck is under someone else's sword, and they have to bow their heads. With the sadness and indignation that the man can bend and stretch, the middle-aged man is determined that it is better to die than to live. He said, "I'll take you to the young master."

Chu Tian escorted him forward, and someone had already reported the news that someone kicked the hall into the inner house. But it happened that Qin Guantian, the leader of the Iron Clothes Gang, was meeting with a distinguished guest, and no one dared to disturb him without permission, so the first thing to get the news was that the deputy master Guan next month.

Guan Xiayue was furious and immediately picked up the fish scale knife and led several disciples to the atrium to intercept Chu Tian.

The first thing he saw was the scene of more than a dozen iron-clad gangs rolling and crying.

"Where did the little beast come from? Dare to come to the iron clothes to make trouble!" Guan Xiayue roared and rushed to Chu Tian like a lion.

"Wow--" The golden light of the fish scales and the treasure knife is dazzling, and it vigorously sinks straight to the sky.

The middle-aged man closed his eyes and exclaimed, "The deputy master, spare my life--"

Chu Tianyun's sword pushed away the middle-aged man, his body flashed to the side, and the fish scale knife suddenly split into the air.

He flew up and kicked the right wrist of Guan Xiayue. Guan Xiayue roared and punched, "bang" the fist and foot, and the body moved back three meters to the ground before standing firmly.

Chu Tian tried to make Guan Xiayue's cultivation worse than He Zhizhang's, and he didn't have the patience to fight with him for a long time, so as not to let Qin Jin hide in the wind and shouted in a low voice, "You also eat my sword!"

"Wo--" Cangyun Yuanchen's sword fell in the air, and the white sword light covered the sky, pressing down to the moon like an avalanche.

Guan Xiayue was born brave, and he even took it with a horizontal knife and said, "Open!"

"Dang!" Chu Tian split the moon and retreated three steps in a row, but the fish scale knife in the other party's hand did not take it off.

"This guy is a bull!" Chu Tian was aroused by the idea of winning, and Cangyun Yuanchen's sword Taishan fell down again.

Guan Xiayue knew that he was suffering. He was cold all over his body under the pressure of Cangyun Yuanchen's sword spirit, and his right arm was almost stiff, but he refused to lose face in front of many gangs and disciples. He clenched his teeth and urged Zhenqi to dredge the meridians of his arms and shouted, "Open--"

"When, when, when!" Three swords in a row, like a wave of the Yangtze River is higher than a wave, and the momentum is unparalleled.

It was the first time that Chu Tian met an opponent who could shake the sword with Cangyun Yuanchen like this. The magic spirit in his body was indulgent and vented, and it was injected into the sword.

His spiritual platform became more and more empty, and all the distracting thoughts and all kinds of joys and sorrows were like the ice and snow under the spring sun, melting unconsciously.

The bright moon shines between the pine trees, and the clear spring stone flows upstream.

His spiritual platform is like the bright moon in the pine, reflecting the meaning of the sword through the ages; the memory and experience from the sword spirit of Cangyun Yuanchen also flowed through his heart like a clear spring.

Suddenly, Chu Tian's mind was like a door being pushed open. In the vast and lonely night outside the door, a burly old man in red sang wildly under the moon. The Cangyun Yuanchen sword in his hand shone brilliantly, and the earth was filled with snow. The artistic conception was desolate and vast, as if he had exhausted the white clouds and dogs between a sword.

"I don't see the ancients before, and I don't see the people who come later; I miss the long time of heaven and earth, and I shed tears alone..."

The song of the old man in red came from a little, as if it was close to each other through countless time and space.

Chu Tian's heart can't help but feel unspeakable loneliness, and he has tasted the loneliness at a young age.

One is lonely because of invincibility, and the other is lonely because there are no relatives in the world.

The same loneliness, the same vicissitudes, but different time and space, different people.

He vaguely guessed that the old man in red who held the sword and sang was the former master of Cangyun Yuanchen Sword, who was known as the first master of the magic road 600 years ago.

We are both fallen people at the end of the world. There is no need to know each other when we meet!

With the wonderful connection of the sword spirit of Cangyun Yuanchen, the owners of the two generations of divine swords seemed to have crossed the distant time and space at this moment, dancing together under the same sky.

Chu Tian's mind was deeply shocked, and there was never a moment when he could feel the vastness of heaven more clearly than now.

His mind was completely integrated into this forgetful world, and he wandered in the cold and vigorous sword song.

Bit by bit of sword, wisps of epiphany, are all in my heart at this moment.

Suddenly the song went away, and a noisy exclamation sounded in his ear.

When Chu Tiandeng was a province, he found that in the blink of an eye outside the divine thing, the Cangyun Yuanchen sword was unrestrained and unrestrained, and he splitted eleven swords one after another!

The next month of Guan desperately resisted but retreated one by one. The top of his head was steaming, and his hair was scattered and bleeding. His robe had long been shattered by the sword gas, and his footsteps staggered like a drunk.

"Lie down!" Chu Tian increased his power to 70%, and he shook his wrist and patted the sword again.

"Open, open it for me, give it to me... Ouch--" The fish scale knife in the moon's hand flew dozens of meters away, and he sat down on the ground.

He held his hands on the ground and remembered to fight again, but his muscles and bones were so weak that he could no longer exert any strength.

Chu Tian took advantage of the situation and took half a step. Cang Yun Yuanchen pointed to Guan Xiayue's chest and asked, "Are you convinced?"

The onlookers in iron clothes couldn't help but change their color in horror, and no one dared to come forward.

Who doesn't know that the moon god is brave and has the reputation of "cracking the king". Now he has been beaten to the ground by an unknown teenager, which is simply an appalling and strange talk! Guan Xiayue's clothes were covered with a layer of white frost, and the cold air came out. Even his nose was full of white cold air. From a distance, it looked like a snowman sitting on the ground and gasping, and he shouted angrily, "I'm not convinced!" Let's fight when I calm down!"

Chu Tian admired the backbone of Guan Xiayue and said, "Good man, I won't embarrass you!" He took back the Cangyun Yuanchen sword and patted the middle-aged man on the back and said, "Let's go!"

The middle-aged man was already out of his mind, and he didn't dare to go any way.

Guan Xiayue was stunned and shouted, "Kid, although you don't kill me, I won't accept your feelings!"

Chu Tian sneered and said, "Who wants you to accept it?"

He broke into the inner house, and the middle-aged man pointed to the small building in front of him and said, "That's where the young master lives!"

Chu Tian expected that he did not dare to play tricks, and the hilt of the sword was vigorously on his back. The middle-aged man hummed and fainted.

Chu Tian walked forward with his sword, and the cold and arrogant singing echoed in his ear, but the melodious and pleasant sound of the piano came from the small building in front of him.

A young girl was playing the piano. A young man wore a white silk robe and sat cross-legged opposite her.

He closed his eyes and beat the piano on the carpet with his hands. He seemed to completely ignore the noise and shouts outside.

"It's just another idiot who is looking for his own death in the house."

He doesn't want to ruin his good mood early in the morning for these killings.

However, his good mood is not up to him. With a bang, a black thing broke through the window and flew in, rolling a few rolls on the ground to the feet of the young man.

That's a bloody head.

It happens that the owner of this head is very familiar with him. It is the Huaiyang magistrate who goes in and out opposite the iron clothes gang every day and occasionally comes to drink!

The sound of the piano stopped abruptly, and the girl screamed in horror and hid in the man's arms.

Looking at the head of the Huaiyang magistrate with round eyes, the handsome face of the man suddenly turned pale, and there was no more leisure and elegance. He shouted outside the house in panic, "Come on--"

The door opened, and the two stiff bodies fell straight into the room, which shocked the two people in the room and screamed again.

A figure holding a long sword appeared outside the door, and his cold eyes shot at the man in the room like a blade.

"If you're calling them, I'll send them for you."