Chapter 193 Tang Shangwen (Asking for Monthly Votes)

There was pouring rain, lightning and thunder in the streets.

The Yuelai Inn was still bustling with people, and the sounds of drinking and rubbing were like the chirping of insects on a summer night.

Zhao Yu stood behind Xiao Baoqi and concentrated on learning mahjong skills. He took out a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake with his two paws and a handful of melon seeds. He kept chewing with his little mouth...

It had only been three or four months since she had been in the inn, and her face had become visibly rounder, and her previously pretty face had gained baby fat.

Yang Ge walked from the back kitchen into the front hall, holding a bamboo basket in one hand and an oil-paper umbrella in the other.

Zhao Yun sniffed his nose and followed the direction of the aroma to the steaming casserole in his bamboo basket. He unconsciously moved towards it and said, "Second brother, what delicious food did you cook? smell good!"

Yang Ge glanced at her and said, "Look at the store, I'll go out."

"Hey hey hey..."

Zhao Yu stopped him and stared at the casserole in the bamboo basket: "It's windy and rainy outside, where are you going?"

Yang Ge waved the oil-paper umbrella angrily to push her away: "The old shopkeeper has been very upset these days and can't sleep well. I'll go over there... There's still some in the pot. If you want to drink it, go and fill it up yourself!"

Zhao Yu swallowed a mouthful of saliva when he heard this and nodded like garlic: "Oh, then you should go and come back early!"

The salted fishes in the front hall also said things like, "Don't worry, Mr. Er, we can't lose anything in the inn." ” and other nonsensical words.

Yang Ge was too lazy to pay attention to them. After nodding with Li Qing, who was sitting at the door watching the rain, he opened his oil-paper umbrella and stepped into the boundless rain curtain.

Li Qing watched him leave. After watching for a moment, his careless pupils suddenly shrank...

But he noticed that with every step Yang Ge took, before his feet even touched the ground, the rainwater flowing across the street had automatically separated in all directions, and there was not a single drop of rainwater hitting the surface of the oil-paper umbrella he was holding.

In the endless rain, he seemed to be the world by himself!

Li Qing held his breath unconsciously and followed Yang Ge's retreating back with his eyes. Until Yang Ge's figure completely disappeared in the rain curtain, he slowly exhaled a breath and murmured to himself in a low voice with a surging heart. : "What a person who is independent from the world, what a person who lives in harmony with the world!"

He knew that there was a huge gap between himself and Yang Erlang.

But he originally thought that this gap was at best the gap between pioneers and latecomers...

He was once confident that he would soon be able to catch up with Yang Erlang!

But the more they get along with each other, the more clearly he realizes how powerful Yang Ge is!

And his self-confidence is disappearing day by day...

Yang Erlang's strength is not as strong as a mountain or a river!

No matter how high the mountain is, there is still a way to reach it.

No matter how strong the water is, there is still a boat that can cross it.

But Yang Erlang's strength is not obvious. From a distance, it seems that there is a law to follow, as if it is within reach. Only when you look closer can you feel that the clouds are covering the fog, and you realize that it is beyond your reach.

If you compare it, Yang Erlang's strength is like a boulder on the sea. From a distance, you can only feel it, but after you bump into it, you know that what you see is just the tip of the iceberg...

But obviously, I haven’t seen him practicing in meditation every two days like other peerless masters?

Could it be possible that on the surface this guy was wasting his time laughing and scolding them all day long, but secretly he was practicing diligently behind everyone's back?

Li Qing was puzzled and felt that he could not be in a hurry, he had to take another look and look more...

"Si Liu."

Zhao Yu came out with a large bowl of steaming pig heart soup, followed Li Qing's gaze to the end of the long street, and asked casually: "Taoist Master, when are you going to compete with your second brother? I can go there then. Can’t see it?”

Li Qing:......

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"boom."

A dull loud noise swayed under the gloomy sky like rolling thunder.

Yang Ge stopped, frowned and glanced in the direction of the sound. He held the bamboo basket to his chest in annoyance and muttered in a low voice: "I didn't come earlier, I didn't come late, but now I'm here to cause trouble... …”

He quickened his pace and walked towards Lao Liu's house. Within a few steps, there was another violent roar behind him, and the roar seemed to be getting closer and closer to Luting County.

He whispered angrily: "That's enough, I'll be angry if you do it again!"

He cooked this pot of pig heart soup by the fire for an hour, but it took a lot of thought...

He looked left and right and saw no one around, jumped several feet high, took a straight line and ran towards Old Liu's house several feet at a time.

"Bang..."

The dull roar of gunpowder breaking out of mountains sounded again, and the whole city seemed to tremble at the roar.

Many people in Luting, who were sheltering from the rain at home, curiously stuck their heads out to look at the sky, wondering: "Why is this thunder just like hitting the roof..."

Yang Ge's figure also stopped on the roof of an attic following the roar.

He slowly lowered the oil-paper umbrella in his hand, and murmured in a low voice with a gloomy face: "You have to give me face or not, right?"

The next second, a bright sword light cut through the rain curtain like lightning and flew towards Yang Ge.

Yang Ge threw the oil-paper umbrella, accurately grabbed the oncoming Lengyue sword, rolled up a dazzling sword light, and flew towards the direction of the roar as fast as a thunderous giant.

After a few breaths, Yang Ge's figure landed in the wilderness outside the east city gate.

On his left side, stood a burly figure wearing purple attire, gray beard and hair, and a black iron mask. This burly figure had no body and was as majestic as a mountain. However, in his drooping hands, there was blood flowing from one of his palms. As noted.

To his right, stood a powerful figure wearing black leather armor, a bamboo hat, and a gray cloth sweat scarf. This man was holding a gorgeously framed narrow Miao knife, and his aura was as vague as the undercurrent of a river, giving people an impression of A feeling that is not real but instinctively fearful.

Yang Ge held the bamboo basket in one hand and the Lengyue sword in the other. He looked at the two of them from left to right: "You two are so quarrelsome, can't you fight somewhere else?"

When Yang Ge looked at the two of them, their eyes also fell on him.

The man in purple robe was the first to speak, clasping his fists in the distance: "But the 'Sage Revealed True Monarch' Yang Erlang is in front of you?"

The man in black armor then spoke in a bad tone: "Are you Yang Erlang? You're not that good at all!"

Yang Ge looked at the man in purple robe: "Who are you?"

The man in purple robe politely handed over his hand: "Zhou Yin, the gatekeeper of the outer building of my building, has met the second master."

Yang Ge suddenly realized: "Oh, you are the Taoist Master from Louwailou. I have been waiting for you for a long time... Then who is this idiot?"

He pointed the knife at the man in black armor.

The purple-robed man also looked at the black-armored man with a sinister look: "I also want to know...who this beast is!"

The man in black armor sneered, raised his bamboo hat slightly and said contemptuously: "Isn't your Louwailou known as the know-it-all in the world? You don't even know who I am, and you still have the nerve to comment on the world's heroes?"

Yang Ge nodded: "Yes, isn't your Louwailou a student of Jianghu Baixiaosheng? Why don't you recognize this idiot? You can't have a grandmaster fall from the sky, right?"

The man in black armor turned his eyes to Yang Ge, and his eyes became more and more contemptuous and fierce: "The young man's tongue is very sharp, isn't it? I just don't know if his skills are as sharp as his tongue."

Yang Ge ignored his provocation and still looked at Dao Zun.

Dao Zun stared at the man in black armor, looked up and down repeatedly for a few seconds, and then said slowly: "Although I don't know who this person is, I recognize the long knife in his hand. It is the famous man who was famous in the world sixty years ago." Nie Jin's sword, 'Fengxue', is the 'Northern Crazy Sword', and the sword technique he used just now is the 'Twelve Dream Swords' that was not passed down from the Dongting Lake Yexue Villa that was destroyed twenty-six years ago... I Suspicious, the three million taels of silver you stole was caused by them!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the man in black armor laughed wildly and said, "It's the Zhou family after all. A skinny camel is bigger than a horse!"

Yang Ge looked at the man in black armor in confusion, and felt that this man's words and deeds were... unusually disconnected from his strength!

The peerless masters he has come into contact with can be said to be more or less.

But no matter who they are, they are all calm and calm masters. Even Tong Ying, an old eunuch who came out of the deep palace, has an air of calmness and self-reliance...

This is actually not difficult to understand. After all, all the peerless masters have achieved great achievements in martial arts and are outstanding enough to establish sects. Moreover, all of them have extremely high worldly status. On a daily basis, they are below one person and above ten thousand people. Naturally, they can Develop a good attitude.

And the black-armored man in front of him gave Yang Ge the feeling... just like a bumbling little brat. As soon as Dao Zun finished speaking, this guy couldn't wait to jump out and take the blame, as if he was afraid that others wouldn't know about them. As if he had done "such a big thing".

Among the martial arts masters Yang Ge knew, even the most out-of-the-box Yang Tiansheng was one step ahead of him, Li Jincheng!

Can someone like his mother become a master?

When did the Grandmaster become so rubbish?

He stared at the black-armored man looking up and down for a moment, and combined with Tao Zun's words just now, he gradually figured out a little bit of Tao, and suddenly said: "Oh, what kind of person is my Tao? It turns out that he is a thousand-mile horse in the court and a towering man in the basin. "It's so loose!"

The man in black armor was stimulated by Yang Ge's contemptuous eyes, and suddenly said angrily: "Young man, what are you looking at?"

Yang Ge smiled and shook his head slightly and said: "I didn't care, I was just a little confused. A low-class guy like you... Who the hell gave you the courage to mess with me!"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly rose up and used the "Aoxue Lingshuang" move in the air. He raised a forty-meter sword energy from top to bottom, just like Sun Dasheng wielding a golden cudgel, and struck the black-armored man with one strike.

The black-armored man was furious, and without evading, he bowed and suddenly raised his knife, drawing a dazzling line of snow with one stroke, facing the forty-meter sword energy that hit his head.

"Bang."

The cold sword energy with cold murderous intent broke through the snow line, and hit the place where the black-armored man was standing. The ground cracked in an instant, and the remaining force set off waves of earth that rolled towards the black-armored man like a stormy sea. The black-armored man shouted loudly. , flew back, and at the same time wildly waved the sword in his hand, exploding into a ball of brilliant sword light, breaking through the oncoming force.

Yang Ge, who was in mid-air, felt that the sword he had just struck looked very familiar. He recalled it in his mind and immediately said "Huh" softly: "Japanese sword-drawing technique?"

His voice was still floating in the air, and his figure appeared above the head of the black-armored man with a series of afterimages. He displayed the cold moon sword and struck the black-armored man head-first with an unpretentious force splitting Huashan.

The man in black armor couldn't avoid it and blocked it with his sword in front of him.

When the two knives connected, the sound of the collision was not like the harsh scream of sharp blades meeting. Instead, it was as low and thick as the sound of Hong Zhong Da Lu!

The muddy ground, which was more than two feet in diameter under the feet of the black-armored man, suddenly sank three feet. The bamboo hat on the head of the black-armored man was shattered, and a large mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth. The look he looked at Yang Ge quickly changed from anger and contempt to fear. and puzzled.

It seems that they are wondering, everyone is a peerless master, how can you, Yang Erlang, be so strong?

Little did they know, Yang Ge's unpretentious move just now split Huashan Mountain... but it was Wutu's cooperation with the eternal weight of Mount Tai, and then mixed Yang Ge's understanding of the coexistence of yin and yang, the combination of hardness and softness, so that heroes create the situation and the situation creates the situation. Heroes, etc. A sword condensed from martial arts insights and life insights!

With his current strength, not to mention a person, he can chop off a corner of a mountain with a single blow!

But the man in black armor foolishly ate him whole!

"You said you..."

Yang Ge swung the knife down with one hand and held the bamboo basket with the other hand. He looked down at the frightened eyes of the black-armored man and sighed: "Wouldn't it be better to be your canary? Why do you have to fly out to take a look? What about the outside world? Don’t you know that the outside world is dangerous?”

As he spoke, his legs brought up a string of afterimages and struck dozens of kicks at the chest of the man in black armor who was holding a knife and unable to dodge.

Only a series of bone noises like fried copper beans were heard, and the black-armored man's chest collapsed on the spot as flat as his back.

He opened his mouth wide, not knowing whether to beg for mercy or to use the background to intimidate Yang Ge, but he only spat out large pools of bright red blood, with pieces of internal organs mixed in the blood.

Yang Ge landed on the ground and swung his knife expressionlessly to chop off a section of him that was as tall as himself. From then on, the man in black armor would always be a head shorter than him...

The blood spurted out more than one meter high like a fountain. Yang Ge tapped his foot gently and retreated more than a foot smoothly, avoiding the falling blood spots... A man without a wife should wash his clothes if they are dirty.

He turned around and looked at the dazed Taoist in the room: "I'm in a hurry, do you have anything else to tell me? I'll keep the story short and no nonsense!"

Tao Zun looked at him, watching him stand alone in the rain curtain, with blood rain floating in the sky behind him...

There was a surge in his throat, and he tried hard to calm down, but his voice trembled violently when he spoke: "I... I have nothing to say."

Yang Ge wanted to say something more, but he was thinking about the pig heart soup in the bamboo basket, so he had to say: "Okay, let's do this for now. You can go to our inn later. I have something else to tell you." He said, I have something else to do right now, so I’ll take the first step.”

After saying that, he rolled up a ray of sword light and rushed towards Luting in a hurry.

Tao Zun watched his retreating figure, and his throat surged again: 'Who the hell, what kind of ghost uncle is going to your inn to look for you! ’

Thirty-six strategies, walking is the best strategy!

…

"It's raining so hard, why are you here?"

Liu Mang looked at Yang Ge outside the door in surprise.

Yang Ge came in with a bamboo basket in his arms: "Isn't the old man worried about sleeping well these days? I made some pig heart soup to calm the old man's nerves. It just so happens that my sister-in-law can also make up for it. It will be good for both of them!"

The old shopkeeper in the back room heard the sound and came to the door. He held one hand on the door frame and laughed and cursed: "Look at me, little brother, and then look at yourself. Day by day, I know that you and your gangsters are acting like crazy." , where is my father and our family in the eyes... Little brother, come in and wipe it, it's raining so heavily..."

Liu Mang rolled his eyes and followed Yang Ge through the door, muttering in his mind: 'Why didn't you tell me that I stayed at home to serve you all day? ’

Yang Ge put down the bamboo basket, called to Liu Mang to get the bowls and chopsticks, and then untied the casserole, and a dense stream of steam came out.

"It's so far away, don't worry about it anymore..."

The old shopkeeper felt warm in his heart when he looked at the steaming pig heart soup.

Yang Ge filled the first bowl with the old man, then picked up another bowl and gave it to Liu Mang and his wife: "What's the fuss... Sister-in-law, please drink more. This soup can replenish qi and calm the nerves. It's also very suitable for miscarriage. Don't worry, pig." I washed my heart several times and it’s not smelly.”

The pregnant Liu Deng smiled and took the soup bowl he handed over, and nodded gently: "Sorry to trouble you, uncle."

Liu Mang looked at his father's toothless smiling face, and then at his mother-in-law's gentle and gentle attitude. After swallowing silently, he sat down a little crazy: "Why do you know everything?"

Yang Ge smiled proudly and said: "Don't you feel overwhelmed by the many arts! What's wrong? You want to learn? I'll teach you!"

Liu Mang became even more crazy: "How can I learn this?"

Yang Ge patiently explained to him: "It's very simple. You just need to know the recipe for the soup, handle the ingredients and herbs in the same way, put them into the pot in order, and then watch to light the fire. If you can also understand some medical skills and understand the ingredients The compatibility of the medicinal materials makes it easier..."

Liu Mang looked at the appearance of his mother-in-law and could not connect this househusband with the world-famous "Sage Revealed True King" Yang Erlang.

That's what he is!

How did his hands that cut people like cutting grass handle these ingredients and medicinal materials in such an orderly manner?

Liu Mang was puzzled and scratched his head vigorously, causing dandruff to fly everywhere like snowflakes.

When Mrs. Liu Deng saw this, she slapped his head sideways with her backhand and cursed fiercely: "Can you go away and scratch your scabrous head? If you don't drink, my father-in-law and I will still drink!"

When the old man saw this, he said, "Gee, gee, gee," and hid his smile.

I'm a little confused, I'm late, please forgive me~