Furious blades were lacking, and black sand covered the moon.In the moon, people flashed like lightning, and knives flew like snow.The river was a thousand miles cold and fierce.
It was filled with grief and indignation, and it was difficult for it to form.
Wild sabers raged, and blood dripped from the earth.In the past, in Yubei, no matter which family had died, they had to hire Mr.
Xiao Song.
The rich would be able to sing for ten days and half a month.
It would be very lively and the poor would also have to sing for a night.
They would bring the new undead back to play and send them to death.
They would have to go up the mountain and send the new undead away.To make it clear, this was a process that had to be done.
If it wasn't done, then it couldn't be done.To call it Mr.
Xiao Ge was a little too lame but to put it in the current situation, he was talking about artists.In fact, they were just having a meal and had to feed their family.
Some of their filial songs were written in books and some were just made up.
However, to be honest, they were just trying to persuade people to be kind.
Most of them were talking about karma and karma.
So now, they still had some educational significance to them..When she started to read, she would often start with such an unorganized word.This was not the word 'Wulin', and the common people didn't have a good impression of them.
To be honest, they looked down on them because those who played with knives and guns were all ferocious looking men.
At the same time, they were rude and unreasonable.
They never had any justice towards people, nor were they good or bad.
I would do whatever I wanted.In the eyes of the so-called righteous Wulin people, they were just people who liked to play with knives, spears, spears, and Ha'er's life.
There were no chivalry and righteous soldiers.
These people who played swords and guns were generally not from any sect, not any gang.
They were not bound by the sect's rules and didn't talk about common etiquette.But deep in the forty-eight slots, the common people had complicated feelings for these people, although among them were bandits, hoodlums, and second-in-command.But there are also people who are upright and righteous, and those who are cruel and virtuous.That was why people generally didn't provoke them and treated them with respect.Some of these people's martial arts and spear techniques were taught by their masters, but some were self-trained.
Most of their bodies were riddled with scars.
They used their own life, their own blood, their own life, and their own blood.
In exchange, those experiences and moves were the result of their inhuman training..At that time, as long as he was a man, there was no such thing as boxing.
There were no men who knew how to play with knives and guns.
If you didn't know how to play anything, you wouldn't be able to protect yourself.
Then how would you protect your family?
Then, you could only allow others to bully you.At that time, there was no justice.Xiang Yongyong is a swordsman and also a gunman.
He is a hero who the people there look up to and yearn for.The poor often looked forward to his appearance when they were in despair and suffering.However, Xiang Yongyong wasn't an ordinary shooter.
He wouldn't be like the righteous people, fighting for justice, nor would he be like the legendary thugs who specialize in plundering the rich and helping the poor.
His actions were very strange, and he quietly came and went.
This was the so-called 'save or die'.
However, if he went to the 48th slot, not only did he kill some of the strong and powerful people in the forest, but he also killed the people in the government.
The generals of famous sects and the family members of the brocade robed man's organization had attracted the attention and pursuit of the authorities.But who exactly was Xiang Yongyong?
This was a mystery.
But no matter what, it was true that he had killed someone at the 48th slot and committed several cases that shook the world.The underworld and the white world wanted to find him.
They wanted to kill him quickly.It was easy to recognize the people of the lower river back then.
Their accents were different.
If you felt that he had killing intent, martial arts, and foreign accents, you could say that he was from the lower river.
However, this was different for Xiang Yongyong.
No one knew what he knew.This was what some people thought.
In the Jianghu, old people, monks, and women were not to be trifled with.
As long as such a person came out alone without the Dragon Slaying Saber, he wouldn't dare to go down to the East Sea.
Was Xiang Yongyong such a person?No one knew.At that time, the Twin Streams Canyon was a large pier, separated from the Sun Creek River.
(This is the legendary Two-Treasure Stream, Twin Streams Pass).
Other than coals, ordinary people were also fishing.
At that time, business was also very easy to do.
Zhang Yaoshen opened a small shop where he sold cigarettes and alcohol, which was convenient for the shops.This place was very lively.
People came and went."Aunt Yao, can you call me Two Orchid Flames?""Yes, yes," Auntie Yao agreed."Mister Xianger, you're going to fish again?
Come back big time!""Of course, of course, of course!
Take it as your blessing!""Mister Xianger, why are you still bringing your grandson up?!""Isn't there no other way?
We brought it together..."This Mister Xianger was also a well-known person within a ten kilometer radius.Wow, I heard that there was once a family (they are all from the same family, and they are very close to each other.
They are estimated to be outside of the Five Blessings.) There was no hope for the family to cause a lawsuit.
If they lost, they would have to go to jail.
It was clear that they were wronged, but there was no place to complain.
There was also a saying, "The government is open south, and there is no reason for them to come in." Second Mister bravely stood up.
He said, "It's clearly injustice.
Can't even win a beating?".There was no hope for the family to cause a lawsuit.
Even if they lost, they would have to go to jail.
It was clear that they were wronged, but there was no place to complain.
There was a saying, "The civil office is open south, and there is no reason to come in." Second Mister bravely stood up.
He said, "It's clearly injustice.
Can't even win a beating?""I don't believe I can't meet Bao Wenzheng!"At that time, there was nothing to eat.
The in-laws only took out 10 catties of mahogany and gave them all to him.
They really didn't expect him to win, so they just did their own things.
However, no one expected that a good Mr.
Er would be so strong.
10 catties of mahogany and eat it every day.
They went to help the in-laws to fight in court.
They were really moved by the Magistrates in the government office at that time and won this lawsuit.Therefore, he is a respected person.Unfortunately, he had a son who had been arrested as a soldier, and there was no news now.
His wife had a difficult time giving birth, and unfortunately, she had returned to heaven.There was only the little guy left.
He was named Yong'er, and his nickname was Mozhua.
How could he be given such a nickname?
In fact, there was also a legend.

It was said that the boy was too obedient, too smart, and didn't have a long life.
The King Yanluo had long wanted to take him back, so he didn't grow up much.
Picking out some strange nicknames was for the sake of luck.
This Yong'er was the only lifeline of the Xiang Family, and the only hope of the Xiang Family.He hadn't reached the age of a private school yet, but he had been fishing by the riverside with his grandfather every day.
His grandfather had been fighting hard, so he couldn't care less about him.
He wanted him to play alone on the beach.
What was he playing at?At that time, his pants were very big.
His pants were called Yao Ersan's waist.
He trained his pants and tied them tightly with ropes and put some sand in them.
From the end of the beach, he ran to the end of the beach.
This way, day after day, year after year, whether it was windy or rain.
From time to time, when he was young and studying, he could fill his pants with sand and clothes and run back and forth on the beach as usual.He was afraid that he would have to pretend to be around three or four hundred catties.The little grinder read a book.
After school the other day, he ran to the river and saw that his grandfather was fishing while talking to a person who he couldn't recognize.
He ran to the side and practiced running sandbags again.
It had been five, six years.
If he didn't practice for a day, he wouldn't feel well.That's right, when it came to Yong'er, he really had a hard life.
When he was in his mother's womb, his father had already gone as a soldier.
Up till now, there was no news of him.
And his mother, when he was born, had gone far away from the West and returned to paradise.No parents, no parents.
They grew up eating paste paste and lived together with their grandfather since they were young.
After having suffered enough, they had become sensible for a long time.
Some children who were poor had long taken charge of their family affairs and only wanted Second Mister to read some books.
But when he saw him, he ran into sandbags and practiced a sturdy body.
In the end, he was an old man who had read ancient books and had gone to old school for two and a half years.In the past, there was an old saying - 'I'm good at reading, I'm good at reading, I'm good at reading, I'm good at reading, I'm good at eating, I'm good at playing, I'll send him to study, and I'll teach him something from the book.
If he has time, he'll be able to learn something like that.
He'll be hard at work for several years, and he'll be able to train with a slingshot.
He'll be able to shoot three stones in three different directions with three different aiming spots.
He'll be able to shoot them with a hundred shots..There was no reason for him to take so many names.
He might not be able to take them with his life, but in the end, the old man was still sad.
The path of tempering and taking big turns.
The old man turned around and saw the old man grinding.
He ran back to the tenth ring and untied the rope.
His clothes and trousers were empty.
His face was calm, and his heart wasn't flustered.
He also practiced his knuckle flipping and putting on a single word.
The old man's eyes widened.
Yes, he was strong and had delicate brows.
He was a martial arts expert, so he asked, "Big brother, who taught this grandson of yours?".The old man who was talking to Grandpa Mozhua turned around and saw Mozhua come back from the tenth lap.
He untied the hemp rope, and his clothes and pants were empty.
His face didn't fluster, and his heart didn't beat.
He practiced his roe deer flipping over and putting on a single word.
The old man's eyes widened as he looked at Mozhua.
That's right, he was strong and handsome.
He was a martial arts expert, so he asked, "Big Brother, which sect did your grandson teach you?"He smiled at Second Mister.
"No master.
He played fish with me when he was young.
There's nothing to do.
We're all good at playing.
"The old man said, "If that old brother is willing, let him become my disciple, how about it?""Acclaim you as your master and call you a clone?
You're so funny!""Such a good child, just call me a clone.
What a pity...""Then what are you doing?""I'll teach him how to learn, big brother.
You'll have to enjoy his good fortune the second time!""Really, sure, sure!""Then I'll call him over?""Of course!""Mozhua, come here." "Grandpa, what are you doing?" "Quickly kneel down and greet your master." Mozhua obediently knelt down.
"Master.""Hahaha.
" The old man in tattered clothes laughed loudly, "Child, get up.
Tonight, no matter whether it's wind or rain or snow, you have to be on time.
I'll wait for you at the entrance of the cave!""Master, I will definitely..." Actually, he was still young and was not very sensible.
He didn't know what to learn by becoming a master, but seeing how serious his grandfather was, he didn't dare to ask any further.He was also a famous legend in the Jianghu.
In the Twin Rivers, in the Sun Ripples, anyone with a sore waist and aching back would come looking for him.
They had long heard that he was from the Lower River.
He had a good martial arts skill, and he was an upright and righteous person.
The local citizens all called him She Laoqi, but they didn't know who he was.
At that time, the people from the Lower River weren't like now.
The people from the Lower River were already in the Qing Dynasty, and most of them were geniuses with skills.
To be able to meet him was also a form of training.(There was a long time ago when the officials and Jianghu chased down the people of the Jiang Dynasty, so almost all of them hid their names.)As such, during the day, it was time for an old man with the surname Qu to go to a private school.
At night, he would go to the seventh eunuch to practice martial arts.
However, since ancient times, those who practice martial arts looked down on scholars who read books.
Son of a bitch, you're afraid of killing chickens.
How could you dare to kill people?Because his family was poor and had to study for a year, he would only pay a one-litre-long tuition fee.
However, it was free for him to be taught by Transmigod.This old fellow, Shen, lived in a cave, and it was indeed spacious.
There was a good name in the cave, and it was much better than training.
It's called the 'Money Cave', and it's known for four seasons in a year.
It's a waterfall for twelve months, and it's simply stunning.
At the same time, it's also the place where Shen lives.
If it's developed now, it's a famous location, and at the very least, it's much more famous than the Azure Dragon Waterfall.Unfortunately, when it was impossible to make it, it was buried by "a snake".