Grandpa is such a bird

After Lingjiang went out, he first inquired about the location of Qiaojia Town, and then turned into a bird, flapping his wings and flying all the way, away from Wan Haifeng after one night.

Birds are different from people. The rolling mountains and rivers can never block the way of birds. He moved extremely fast and crossed several mountains and rivers. After eating half of the feed given by Yin Chenglan, he arrived at Qiaojia Town thousands of miles away. .

Qiaojia Town is a rich place in the south of the Yangtze River. People traveling from south to north, and from east to west all pass through here, so there are people coming and going in the town, pawns, smugglers, merchants, and knights abound.

But there must be a limit to too much, too much and it is easy to be suspicious.

A light yellow bird covered with hazy light quietly landed on the city wall, overlooking the foggy morning in Qiaojia Town.

There are so many people in the town. In the shops on the street, in the bridge holes, and in the fishing boats on the moat beside the street, there are people from the rivers and lakes sleeping in their clothes.

Ling Jiang didn't know the virtues of the people in Jiang Hu, but he had seen one thing with his own eyes - he flocked to Pei Jiangnan. Whenever there was a treasure, even if it was a martial art that not everyone could master, not everyone would be able to master it. The peerless and famous sword that can be used only exists in the legendary art of immortality. As long as it is called a treasure, there will be a large number of people in the rivers and lakes flocking to it, no matter what it is.

He quietly landed in the snoring bridge hole, and found that everyone had a roll of cowhide lying on their side, and some of them were still wrapped around their chest like a baby, and Lingjiang felt it from a chest covered with black hair. He took out a roll and hung it to a bright place to look, only to find that the painting inside was still himself.

Lingjiang: "..."

How come so many people like to draw him?

Can I collect money?

This thought only flashed in his mind, after all, Yin Chenglan was very rich, it was enough to feed him a little bird.

Seeing his own portrait, Ling Jiang became clearer, and was about to follow his train of thought. Suddenly, he turned backwards suddenly, turned around and jumped into the air. The moment he avoided it, a silver needle shot out of the morning mist. The shot came out and nailed directly to the place where Lingjiang had just stood.

On the bank of Jiangnan water town, on the wet bluestone slab, a faint light trembles and penetrates half a foot deep into the ground. The tail of the silver crochet needle is as thin as a cow's hair, with dewdrops condensed through the mist, slowly moving in the quiet morning around. Slowly smashed on the paper strip nailed into the crevice of the stone.

The note was very narrow, as if it was tailor-made for Lingjiang.

He frowned, a pair of black eyeballs looked around darkly, the shops on the street were locked up, the faded red fronts were dripping with water droplets that had condensed all night, and the Jianghu people who had fallen asleep on the benches of the tea shop by the roadside grinded their teeth Snoring turned over, only the secluded head was exposed in each intersecting path, and the back half of the body was hidden in the dim skylight.

Ling Jiang withdrew his gaze and made sure of one thing, he was being targeted by someone, and this person was different from people everywhere, he knew his real body, he had seen his own transformation, and his martial arts were not weak.

He flattened the note, stepped on a corner with his claws, and looked down at Fangping Temple.

Not long after Lingjiang left, Yin Chenglan chased after him along the road with Lian Songsong. Unexpectedly, the little bird usually looked out of tune, but it flew very fast. Yin Chenglan released Hai Dongqing to chase, and flew for half a day. There was no sign of him.

Lian Pressing the song raised the whip and dropped it heavily, the horse's hooves galloped up a cloud of dust, and he said loudly in the wind: "Even Ah Qing didn't catch up, who would go the wrong way again?"

Yin Chenglan's posture in the galloping carriage was dignified, unaffected at all, holding a carving knife and a small wooden stick in his hand, he sculpted at will, and said, "No."

Lingjiang is small, but it will never be an unreliable thing.

Even though they met for a short time, Yin Chenglan felt that he knew Xiao Huangmao inside and out, including psychological and physical. Although Lingjiang didn't know it, Yin Chenglan never saw the wrong bird when he felt the bones and saw the soul.

The carriage did not know what was running over it, and suddenly it bumped heavily. The carving knife in Yin Chenglan's hand suddenly slashed across the small wooden stick, creating a deep ravine across it. Yin Chenglan lowered his head to look, only to realize that he had carved a bird casually. , Look at the bulging belly, you don't need to ask who it is, and the gully is on the belly of the little yellow bird, from one side to the other.

Yin Chenglan stared at the pattern on the small wooden stick and said, "Press the song, speed up."

He pressed the song repeatedly and said, "What's the matter, sir?" The whip whipped in the air.

Yin Chenglan frowned and said: "It's nothing." There was something wrong in his heart. He rubbed the small wooden stick, and the bird on it stared at him blankly. He covered the scratch with his thumb, and sighed, protect the calf, In addition to abnormality, he also has this stinking problem.

Fangping Temple is a relatively well-known temple in Qiaojia Town. It is said that it is very spiritual and can suppress evil spirits and eliminate pollution. When Lingjiang arrived, there were countless yellow talismans floating in front of the temple gate, on which demons and demons were painted with cinnabar powder.

It was getting brighter again, and the hawkers opened their doors to start business, and three or two people sat sporadically at the wonton stalls.

The man who caught his attention wanted to use this trick of pretending to be a ghost and throwing dog blood. Lingjiang waited and watched from the tree for a while, grabbed a handful of grains and ate them, then patted his paws, turned into a human form, and hammered the eight-edged plum blossom Carrying it lightly in his hand, he walked out now.

As soon as he appeared, someone noticed him immediately. Those who had been idly drinking soup straightened their backs and stared at Lingjiang sideways. Some even took out the cowhide portraits and opened them under the table secretly to confirm his identity.

Ling Jiang swept them coldly and walked towards Fangping Temple. When he moved, someone couldn't help it immediately, pulled out the long knife hidden under the table, and slashed at him with a loud cry. Ling Jiang didn't even look at him, Slightly sideways his shoulders, dodging the saber that fell from the man, then raised his knee and bumped into his elbow. With a bang, the long knife fell to the ground. On the neck of the visitor.

His movements were extremely fast, but he didn't even startle the hem of his robe, but when he struck out, he was resolute and fierce, without any mercy, the chest of birds and beasts couldn't hold the heart of a Bodhisattva, once he made a move, either you die or I die.

However, they never have bad intentions, and all killing is just for survival.

This is the case in Lingjiang, if people don't attack me, I will not attack others, if people attack me, I will kill them to death.

There was a sound of dislocation of the joints in his hand, and the man's throat seemed so fragile that it would snap apart anytime, anywhere.

Ling Jiang whispered, "Why did you kill me?"

The man's face turned into a pig's liver, he couldn't hold his breath, and he shook into a fallen leaf in the wind. Lingjiang was really afraid that he would pee in fear, so he stretched his arms a little.

Soon, more and more people from the rivers and lakes rushed to hear the sound, and surrounded Lingjiang in the center with swords, guns and sticks. When one person heard him questioning, he showed a greedy and wretched smile: "Hand over the Big Dipper, and I will wait for you!" You die."

Ling Jiang understood with a cry, the shit that Pei Jiangnan had buckled on him hadn't been wiped clean: "It's not on me." After a pause, he decided that it would be better to buckle it back: "Pei Jiangnan lied to you."

"How do I know what you said is true?"

Ling Jiang frowned: "How do you know what I said is false?"

"The Big Dipper Stone is on you. If you don't admit it, just grab you and search for it!" Someone in the crowd suddenly yelled. Ling Jiang felt that the voice sounded familiar. He looked for the speaker in a blink of an eye, but only saw crowds of people. The man's body stinks to the sky, and being surrounded by them is even worse. He lazily continued to entangle with them, let go and threw them out, pointed at them with an eight-edged plum blossom hammer, and wrote lightly: "Let's make it."

A group of people from the rivers and lakes around showed lust, raised their weapons, and rushed towards Lingjiang when he took the first step.

The people present didn't feel that losing face by winning more than less, and Lingjiang didn't feel that the plum blossom hammer in his hand didn't have a sharp blade, but every time he swung it, it had the power to sweep away thousands of troops. The narrow knife was vulnerable to the plum blossom hammer of Qianjundan, and it made a trembling buzz, accompanied by the screams of human voices, which opened up a murderous morning for Fangping Temple.

Lingjiang's lips were stretched into a line, his waist was folded back, avoiding the seven or eight people rushing up, he spun his feet, jumped to the side of several people, raised his hand and threw the plum blossom hammer, hitting the person closest to the side behind him In my heart, then, this string of quack warriors standing in a row and bluffing one by one knocked down one by one, and instantly fell into a wall of mournful people.

Ling Jiang stepped on them and walked over to Fangping Temple with his plum blossom hammer.

Just in the blink of an eye, the rest of the heroes of the rivers and lakes have already seen clearly who is the pig and sheep waiting to be slaughtered. They peeped at each other with fearful faces, seeing clearly the greed that has not faded from the other party's eyes, and the eagerness to move in their hearts. He came out without knowing life or death.

A long, short and thick man gritted his teeth and roared, holding a big saber in his hand, rushed over, aimed at Lingjiang's back, and asked him to chop off in two.

Seeing the man walking forward unconsciously, seeing that he didn't seem to even notice, seeing that his big knife was about to hit this man's head, everything was in front of his eyes, but this short and thick man suddenly He found that his hands were not in control, and his body was limply tilted to the side. His eyes full of joy and greed just lowered down, and he saw his chest sunken into a big hole, his ribs cracked, and his internal organs sprayed out.

And the young man who was about to be split in half by him held the plum blossom hammer in his backhand, and without looking back, it had already been delivered to his chest.

Ling Jiang retracted his weapon, and there was a dull sound of a heavy object falling behind him. Without looking at it, he shouldered the plum blossom hammer on his shoulder, and stepped into Fangping Temple boldly.

As soon as he entered the courtyard of Fangping Temple, his footsteps suddenly stopped, and the next moment, the wooden door, which was originally wide open, was closed with a bang by a strong evil wind blowing from nowhere. When he got up, Lingjiang could almost see the sawdust that burst when the two wooden doors hit because of too much force.

He looked at the temple gate in silence, and stroked the cold handle of the eight-edged plum blossom hammer. At this moment, Lingjiang remembered who the familiar voice was just now—Pei Jiangnan.

If the person just now was Pei Jiangnan, then who died in Meixie Forest?

But whether he is Pei Jiangnan or not, what exactly does this person want him to do?The grievances and grievances in the rivers and lakes, the blood and rain, seem to have nothing to do with him.

Ling Jiang stood silently holding his sledgehammer for a while, and found that he had no clue, so he had to make up his mind, no matter what the other party's intentions were, and anyone who hindered him and Yin Chenglan from loving each other, he would use his sledgehammer to kill them all.

There was no one in Fangping Temple, only the wind was blowing the beams and pillars, the doors, and the yellow talismans pasted on the eaves rustled. Although Lingjiang was a monster—he thought he was a monster, but for this kind of heresy to deceive people Hexue has no feelings, put away his sledgehammer, walked to the main hall where the Buddha is worshiped in the temple, raised his hand and tore off a yellow talisman at the door, glanced at it, and threw it away.

What is the use of birds.

The main hall enshrined a Buddha statue with an angry face. As soon as Lingjiang entered, he felt a shallow breathing. He thought for a while, and walked around behind the Buddha statue. One person, with most of his face hidden in the shadows, Ling Jiang squatted not far away to observe, then got up and kicked.

The man slid down to the ground with his strength, it was Ji Yushan who Lingjiang was looking for.

Ji Yushan's eyes were closed tightly, his brows were furrowed tightly, and at first glance, there was no wound on his body, but for some reason, his expression showed rare pain, and his white lips were drawn into a line, as if he was biting his teeth to hold back something.

Ling Jiang bent down and patted his face. The crisp slap echoed in the hall. Seeing that half of Ji Yushan's face was swollen, he remained silent and didn't respond at all.

Seeing that there was no one else around, Ling Jiang wondered if the kidnappers who kidnapped the two of them also recognized this useless and useless scholar and threw it away as an abandoned child.

He had no choice but to squat down, grab Ji Yushan's arm, turn around, and lift him onto his shoulders.

Then he swaggered outside, and he was about to reach the gate of the monastery, but he didn't even see anyone coming up. He thought to himself, he really is a waste, he doesn't even want a kidnapper, so Yan Xiaobailian treats him like a treasure.

He shook Ji Yushan on his shoulder with his backhand, and said, "But life is pretty good."

Push the courtyard door open suddenly.

The people from the rivers and lakes who gathered in Qiaojia Town heard the clues of the portrait, and they rushed over like flies. They gathered outside Fangping Temple. There were many people and noisiness, and there were even shrewd peddlers. Then a small stall was set up outside the temple, frying, cooking, and skewering wontons. Everywhere, you can see a big man holding a big knife with a cold light and a handful of kebabs squatting on the side of the road to eat, The scent curled up from the rough man's sweat, this scene is truly unique.

Just as everyone gathered around the pure place of the Buddhist gate, eating melon seeds and arguing whether they should go in, the antique temple gate was suddenly opened from the inside.

Countless pairs of eyes caught sight of the young man inside from the fragrant heat of the grilled skewers.

Lingjiang: "..."

A drop of chili red oil dripped from the corner of a man's bearded lips, Ling Jiang hurriedly took a wrong step aside, and said coldly: "Let's go."

The men who hadn't recovered from their senses gathered together like quails to make way for one person to pass. Ling Jiang didn't even look at them, and left with Ji Yushan on his shoulders.

Walking ten feet away, the sound of killing suddenly exploded from behind.

Lingjiang instantly imagined a big hammer and started fighting with others.

The people and peddlers who were still watching the excitement dispersed like birds and beasts. Lingjiang carried a grown man, but he didn't feel any difficulty at all. His sledgehammer had a gloomy glare in the sunlight, and every time it hit someone, there would be blood splash.

Even so, greed is still brewing in people's hearts into a pot of strong wine, provoking countless people to fight regardless of their lives.

Ling Jiang raised his hand and smashed a three-foot-thick knife for one person. With a sullen face, he supported Ji Yushan on his shoulder. When he saw someone sneaking up from behind, he turned around abruptly, threw Ji Yushan out, and hit him on the ground. There was a scream on the opponent's face, and after Lingjiang stood firm, the person returned to his shoulder.

Ling Jiang patted Ji Yushan's butt, seemed very satisfied with this handy weapon, so he swept out one after another.

Ji Gongzi is useless when he is awake, and when he is asleep, he throws it like a mallet. Lingjiang threw Ji Yushan a few times, knocking over half of the people, and the rest of the rivers and lakes are afraid, shrink back and dare not step forward.

Satisfied, Ling Jiang carried the man on his shoulders again, planning to find a place to store Ji Yushan. At this moment, the person who was tossed by him seemed to finally be unable to bear the bumps. What.

Lingjiang put him down and leaned in front of him to listen, but the originally weak man suddenly opened his mouth and spit out a puff of white smoke at Lingjiang.

Ling Jiang, who had always been vigilant, didn't expect it at this moment. He reacted very quickly to dodge, but was still sprayed.

The smoke didn't know what it was, it didn't even smell, but it made Lingjiang's eyes go dark immediately, he staggered back half a step, knelt down on one knee, propped the eight-edged plum blossom hammer on the ground, and spun around for a while.

Numerous noisy voices and distorted images exploded in his mind, making Lingjiang's headache so loud that he felt someone pressing down on his shoulder, trying to push it away, but he didn't have the strength, several hands moved from his shoulder to his arms Touching it, Lingjiang bit his tongue hard, forced himself to wake up for a moment, picked up the plum blossom hammer and smashed it.

Seeing the young man collapsed suddenly, those people from the rivers and lakes coaxed him up and surrounded him, taking the opportunity to grope in his arms, but they didn't want the tiger who died of illness to be bigger than a cat. It precisely hit the arm of a burly man. The arm of the big man almost caught up with Ling Jiang's waist. He smashed it with a hammer, and his bones and muscles rotted into a ball.

Ling Jiang stood up staggeringly, pointed at them with the plum blossom hammer, narrowed his eyes slightly, and said in a low voice, "If the thing is not on me, if you follow me, you will all die."

It was dark for a while, Ling Jiang took a few breaths with difficulty, and saw everyone slowly backing away in fear, exposing one person.

That person looked like Ji Yushan, but with a strange smile, as if extremely excited, he licked the corner of his lips with the tip of his tongue, and his pale lips were as red as if they had drunk blood.He opened his mouth and laughed, his voice seemed to be choked by someone, it was thin and hoarse, and it made people shudder.

"What a treasure."