The Winner is King [Quick Wear]

It has been three months since He Junxin left Tianyi Villa with Xiuyun.

They have money and leisure, travel all the way to the mountains and waters, their mood is smooth, and their lives are peaceful and stable.

Xiuyun disliked the hard life and was afraid that he would be tired and bitter, but in fact, He Junxin felt that he was living a very nourishing life.

He Junxin had seen two famous doctors, but there was nothing he could do about his disease.

He has issued rewards in major medical halls, chambers of commerce, news-selling inns, and restaurants, asking for 10,000 taels of silver to treat illnesses.

There are a few who have received the bounty, but they are helpless.

*

Because of his physical relationship, He Junxin chose to settle temporarily. In fact, it is not far from Ningzhou where Tianyi Villa is located.

Zhangzhou Rongcheng is a good place, prosperous and prosperous, with a pleasant climate. People from all corners of the world come and play frequently, extend in all directions, and have sensitive information.

He Junxin bought a hut and stayed there. He often went to the inn when he had nothing to do, and listened to the chat and gossip of people in the rivers and lakes to inquire about news.

The good doctor didn't hear a few, but the most he heard these days was Tianyi Villa - the He family.

He Zhao, the number one in the world in martial arts, had his daughter dead on the front foot, and took Qin Ye as his adopted son on the back foot, and let him take over the Tianyi Villa.

Just after the first seven days of "He Junxin", there was news from Tianyi Villa that they were arranging He Zhao's Golden Basin Handwashing Banquet, which was Qin Ye's succession ceremony.

People in the world could not help but sighed at the poor life, and also lamented that He Zhao, a martial idiot, was too indifferent to his daughter.

Of course, this pity turned into curiosity and worry about He Zhao within a few days.

Although it is said that the children of the rivers and lakes are informal, but Tianyi Villa is also a sect with a big face, so it can't be so careless, right? Even if you are ruthless towards your daughter, you are not afraid of bad luck if you organize a happy event right after the funeral?

Could it be that something happened that made He Zhao wash his hands early?

The age of He Zhao was not confused, and it was a suitable age for those who practiced martial arts. He is very prestigious in the arena, and has been in the number one position in the world for ten or twenty years. Everyone thought it was totally unreasonable to leave so early.

"The enemy has come to the door, prepare in advance."

"He Zhao was so aggressive in his early years, maybe his old illness will relapse."

"If He Zhao falls, the world will not be peaceful again, right?"

...

"This eldest brother, is this He Zhao so important?" Suddenly, a handsome young swordsman leaned over and asked inexplicably.

He Zhao's title of No. 1 in the world is very loud, and he has always been the object of his struggle to catch up. But these people said that when He Zhao fell, the world would be in chaos...

This would be too much!

This remark immediately drew criticism:

"Why do children now run out without knowing anything?"

"Young man, He Zhao is the leader of the martial arts alliance, do you think it's important?!"

"It's really ignorant and fearless!"

The young man was not annoyed, and he asked for advice humbly: "My little brother is just out of the world, and he really has a lot of things he doesn't understand. Just trouble a few older brothers to help me solve my doubts, how about it?"

The young swordsman has red lips and white teeth. His handsome and handsome hides a touch of immaturity, and his appearance is very flattering. The people in Jianghu, who were originally very wary, soon became one with each other, and after drinking several times, they knew that they could not say anything.

He Junxin was eating the dishes while listening to the young swordsman's table telling about the martial arts world twenty years ago.

The original owner has hardly been out of the house very much, has a limited understanding of the world, and the layout of the novel is not very open, and he is more entangled in emotional issues.

The moment he walked out of Tianyi Villa, He Junxin gradually got to know the world.

It is an anarchic world where people live self-sufficient free trade lives.

Because there is no government, there is no taxation, and of course there is no government, yamen, military and other organizations to maintain peace and tranquility.

The martial arts schools on the rivers and lakes took the initiative to undertake local security tasks.

People in small places will choose to pay a certain fee to take the initiative to obtain the asylum of the sect. To put it bluntly, it is to pay the protection fee.

This money, in fact, does not have to pay taxes and silver.

In order to get this protection fee, large and small sects, of course, will also compete.

They fight and kill, annexation and annihilation is a common thing.

Twenty years ago in the martial arts, it was probably the most fierce battle between the martial arts sects and the most difficult time for the people.

In this environment, some people suggested that everyone shake hands and make peace and manage them in a unified manner. And to this end, the action was launched.

"So that's how it is..." The young swordsman held his chin.

The unification of various sects and the establishment of a reasonable order are admirable for He Zhao's achievements.

However, his idea was slapped in the face at the speed of light.

"It is the Xuanji faction who launched the unification of the rivers and lakes, and now they are called the Demon Cult!"

"That's right, I finally lost the emperor, and the people of the Demon Cult are eager to restore the old system!"

"If you were born ten years earlier, you would be able to catch up with the **** storm at that time."

"Thanks to He Zhao's presence at this time, everyone formed a martial arts justice alliance, and the conspiracy of the demon sect was smashed."

"He Zhao and the head of the Xuanji faction, the sword demon Nie Qingfeng, duel, and they won after three days and three nights of battle. Except for the demon Nie Qingfeng, the Justice League has officially painted various styles of martial arts, and private fights between martial arts are no longer allowed. The world is ushered in It's been a good ten years."

"It's also because of He Zhao that the world can be so peaceful. Those ambitious Xiaoxiao can't beat him, so naturally they can only stay safe. But now that he has retired, some sects may be in trouble..."

...

The young swordsman had a complicated expression.

Listening to these people's descriptions, the Xuanji faction did not do anything heinous and bad except to unify the world. Wasn't the blood and rain in the rivers and lakes a crime committed by the entire martial arts? Just pushed it all to the Xuanji faction?

He felt that Nie Qingfeng and the Xuanji faction were a little wronged.

"Back then, just to fight Nie Qingfeng, He Zhao was unable to protect Liu Mengyao. Their eldest daughter was at the root of her illness and went away at a young age..."

"But Nie Qingfeng's witch is not dead. Maybe someday the Xuanji faction will make a comeback."

"You said, this time He Zhao washes his hands in a golden basin, if Nie Qingfeng appears, will he still take action?"

"Could it be that the remnants of the Tianji faction caused trouble..."

Jianghu people have all kinds of guesses, but He Junxin didn't listen carefully.

Some of these guesses can still be said to be more reliable, and some are purely nonsense and cranky.

This is too much, and the love triangle between He Zhao, Liu Mengyao, and Nie Qingfeng began to spread.

He Junxin couldn't help shaking his head, this **** gossip is definitely not true.

*

He Junxin had heard enough, so he checked out and left.

On the way home, he was blocked by the young swordsman.

"Why are you blocking me?" He Junxin asked.

The young swordsman said in surprise, "Why are you a man?!"

The deep, hoarse voice must not belong to a woman, but the person in front of her was wearing the girl's clothes.

"What about the man?" He Junxin smiled.

There are women's clothes around, and they wear them easily. It costs a lot of money to hire a doctor, so the clothes are omitted.

Whether it's male or female, it doesn't really make much difference to your heart.

The young swordsman was dumbfounded. It was the first time he encountered such a situation, and he didn't know how to react.

"You're in the way, what do you want to say?" He Junxin asked.

"Oh, I wanted to ask you a question." Only then did the young swordsman recall his purpose: "Just now at the inn, you listened to my conversation with all the Jianghu brothers, right?"

"That's right." He Jun agreed.

"Do you think something is wrong?" The young swordsman's eyes sparkled: "I think Nie Qingfeng is a bit wronged, do you? Should we go to Tianyi Villa to investigate and investigate, there must be something strange here."

He Junxin wanted to roll his eyes. He would only go back to Tianyi Villa when he was crazy, and finally ran out.

"Curiosity killed the cat, haven't you heard of it?" He Junxin reminded: "If you are heard, I'm afraid it will cause trouble. We don't know each other, so it's inappropriate to say this."

They don't know each other, so inexplicably dragged him and said taboo words, isn't this asking for a beating?

"I thought we were like-minded." The young swordsman scratched his head embarrassedly.

In the inn, whoever mentioned or even heard He Zhao was full of praise, but this girl's eyes were full of indifference. Hearing those people gossip about Nie Qingfeng, the girl was even more disdainful. The young swordsman thought he had met a confidant, so he followed, thinking of making a friend and taking an adventure together.

"Nie Qingfeng is not wronged!" He Junxin saw that the boy was too simple, so he explained patiently: "The major martial arts sects are just like the separatists of ancient times, they do not have the name of the ruler, but they are chasing the ruler's affairs. The territory is like a tiger! Nie Qingfeng wants to be the first bird to rule the world, so naturally he will be the enemy of all the kings in the world. The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit. She was defeated by the kings and suffered a defeat.

The young swordsman was speechless, how can things still look like this?

He Junxin asked again: "Unless the former Xuanji faction is a righteous school that acts as a chivalrous person, hoes the strong and supports the weak, and takes the justice of the heavens as its responsibility, then it is an unjust case. The misfortune of the world."

"That's not..." the young swordsman whispered.

After listening to He Junxin's words, it was as if his head was drenched in a basin of cold water.

He was full of ambition to reveal the secrets of martial arts for Nie Qingfeng to overturn the case, but now he can only walk away in despair.

*

The young swordsman Yan Dada returned to his residence, and there was a bright and beautiful woman waiting for him in the house.

The woman's eyes were bright, and she was looking forward to her brilliance, but her snow-like white hair did not match her beautiful and moving appearance.

"I'm back." The woman greeted perfunctorily.

She flipped the abacus in her hand and was still calculating the expenses at home.

There seems to be not enough money at home.

She is not a person who is good at calculating accounts and spends a lot of money. In the past, someone was in charge of money and she didn't have to worry about it at all, but now she has lost her popularity and has to calculate the money herself. It only took a few days to make ends meet.

awful! Headache!

Teenagers feel that their brains are not enough.

On the one hand, he thought that He Zhao was not a good thing, and on the other hand, he felt that the young man seemed to be right.

He still wanted to check the past to find out what happened to He Zhao.

"Mother, give me a reference." The young man begged, "What do you think I should do?"

"Have you listened to storytelling too much? The fledgling little shrimp, singled out the number one in the world and wants to make a name for himself? What about courting death?!"

When the young swordsman returned to the room aggrieved, the white-haired woman put away her mother's attitude. She snapped her fingers, and a black-clothed shadow guard appeared beside her.

"What's that person?" she asked.

"He Zhao's biological son, He Junxin. He fled from Tianyi Villa three months ago and was declared dead by He Zhao. He settled in Rongcheng and is currently seeking medical treatment and a reward of 10,000 taels."

"Go reveal the list!" she ordered. Xuanyi Yingwei did not hesitate to act immediately.

The white-haired woman paced the living room with mixed feelings.

He Junxin...

The son of the mortal enemy, Nie Qingfeng naturally wanted to see it.

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