The old man took the erhu on the ground, stood up tremblingly from the ground, and walked out of the tea house.

Zhang Yu didn't notice the old man at first, but he saw a table of people following the old man next to him.

Zhang Yu guessed: "They should be people from the world who are not doing well."

Zhang Yu had seen them staring at the scraps of silver in the old man's hands before, but he didn't expect them to be so generous and willing to sacrifice themselves for such a small amount of money.

Zhang Yu held the long sword in his hand and followed him out with a smile.

Zhang Yu followed carefully and saw those people walking slowly, looking extremely uncomfortable.

Zhang Yu thought for a moment and realized that the old man was weak and therefore walked very slowly.

After about a cup of tea, Zhang Yu saw everyone going straight out of the city gate.

I was startled and looked forward. Sure enough, the old man's figure in the distance had vaguely walked out of the city.

"The wilderness is really a good place to kill people and steal wealth."

There are a lot less people outside the city. But after all, Hengyang is prosperous.

Therefore, along the way, several people appeared from time to time.

Therefore, this group of people did not take action along the way, and Zhang Yu was very upset.

Several times I almost wanted to kill them directly. Is it okay to follow them so far just for a piece of silver?

But there were other thoughts in his mind, and Zhang Yu was not sure because the whereabouts of that person were elusive.

Finally arriving in front of a pavilion, the old man stopped.

Zhang Yu looked from a distance and saw only one person sitting in the pavilion. He could not tell clearly whether he was a man or a woman, old or young.

The old man walked into the pavilion slowly, but did not dare to sit down at the table.

He smiled at the person at the table and found a place to sit down on the stone chair next to him.

This is good, because there are people in the pavilion and it is even more difficult for the group to take action.

The few people looked at each other, stopped hiding and walked directly towards the pavilion.

It seems that they are determined to see whether they can take action or not.

Zhang Yu also followed, and as he approached the pavilion, he heard the whining sound of the erhu.

I wonder if the old man is planning to charge the people in the pavilion.

The few people followed him for a long time, and now they gradually lost their composure.

Gengjie thought to himself: It’s really not worth spending so much time worrying about such a trivial matter.

So one by one they walked to the pavilion impatiently.

The sound of the erhu suddenly stopped, and the old man raised his head.

He looked at the fierce-looking man in front of him, narrowed his eyes and said, "What are you doing?"

Zhang Yu saw that the old man was not aware of these people's swords, but his eyes were wandering. He couldn't help but feel pity.

Zhang Yu thought: It turns out that this old man still has some Alzheimer's disease.

These young people only care about money all day long and have no respect for their elders. They are really a bunch of scum.

At this time, one of them stood up and said to another person in the pavilion: "Old man, who are you? Where do you come from?"

Zhang Yu followed the sound and saw an old man in white sitting at the table drinking leisurely.

When he heard the man's question, he didn't stop at all. He drank a glass of wine and said coldly: "Who I am is none of your business!"

Everyone was startled when they heard this, but they didn't dare to neglect him.

To live in the world of martial arts, you need to have a good eye. If you accidentally make a mistake, the consequences will be very serious.

A man stood up, saluted the old man in white and said, "Excuse me, we are disciples of Di Dao Tang, and we have some grudges with this old gentleman. I wonder if seniors can stand by and watch the two groups help each other."

Zhang Yu was greatly impressed and felt that these people had elevated their attempt to steal money to the level of grievances in the world.

This is indeed a very clever approach, but for such a narrow-minded sect, no wonder they live in such poverty.

The old man in white said: "If you want to fight or kill me, it has nothing to do with me."

After saying that, he drank alone and looked into the distance, as if no one here existed.

Zhang Yu's heart moved, and he quietly walked out of the hiding place and walked towards the pavilion.

As soon as Zhang Yu appeared, the expressions of those people changed.

When he saw him coming towards the pavilion, he looked even more nervous.

One person stood up and blocked: "What do friends do?"

Zhang Yu smiled slightly and made a mistake in his steps. The man was stunned and realized that Zhang Yu had already entered the pavilion.

He said to the old man playing the erhu: "Uncle, why haven't you returned to Hengshan? The messenger from Huashan has been waiting for you all day!"

Everyone was shocked, and the old man raised his head in surprise and looked at Zhang Yu carefully.

Zhang Yu was startled for a moment and felt a slight stinging sensation on his face at that moment.

The old man opened his cloudy eyes and said, "You are..."

Zhang Yu said hurriedly: "I am Master Liu Zhengfeng's new disciple. You even talked to me on the day I started."

The old man looked at him steadily, then smiled for a while. Zhang Yu was stunned and the old man smiled and said: "Ah... good."

Zhang Yu secretly smiled in his heart, turned around, looked at the people gathered together and said coldly: "Are you from Di Dao Tang?"

One person hurriedly said: "No, it's not that we have nothing to do with Di Dao Tang."

Zhang Yu snorted and said, "If you dare to do it, don't take it seriously. You are really from Di Dao Tang."

As he spoke, he drew out his long sword and said with some excitement, "Let's resolve the grievances between our two factions today."

Several people were stunned. In fact, there was no grudge between the two factions.

It was all their deception, and Zhang Yu just followed their words and continued to deceive. Zhang Yu rushed into the circle surrounded by several people with a sword.

Although this was his first time fighting a group alone, Zhang Yu's strong self-confidence and relatively rich combat experience prevented him from having stage fright.

Huashan's sword technique was used, and several people were unable to fight back. The long sword slashed across everyone's bodies, leaving shallow bloody gashes.

In the end, they almost became bloody men and dropped their weapons.

He didn't say anything and didn't fight, he just knelt on the ground and just begged for mercy.

Zhang Yu was not interested and waved to let each bloody man leave by himself.

Turning his head, he saw the old man in white still looking coolly into the distance.

He seemed to be disdainful of the fight, and the old man playing the erhu looked at him with a smile on his face.

The old man had a smile on his face, but it looked like someone who couldn't control his facial muscles and couldn't recover after smiling.

He turned around and said with a smile: "Young hero has good swordsmanship and good swordsmanship..."

Zhang Yu said with a smile: "What's the use of good swordsmanship? It can't be used as food. An old man playing the piano well is a lifelong craft."

The old man looked at him with a smile and nodded for a long time and said: "Ah...yes, yes, that's exactly the truth."

Zhang Yu laughed and said: "Whenever I stop wandering around in the world, I can still go to Hengyang City to find the old man and learn this craft."

The old man smiled slightly and said suddenly: "Which sect are you a disciple of?"

Zhang Yuwei was stunned and said: "I'm from Huashan."

The old man nodded and said: "Huashan disciple, you should also call me Shi Boyuan..."

Zhang Yuxi was about to speak when he heard the sound of footsteps and several people rushed towards him from outside the pavilion.

Zhang Yu originally thought they were the rescuers of the few people just now, but looking at their clothes, they looked different.

Zhang Yu looked carefully and saw that everyone was wearing black clothes with belts hanging from their waists.

Zhang Yu's heart moved: This is the costume of the Demon Cult. I just don't know whether it is true or false.

Those people stood outside the pavilion, but did not dare to come in.

One person stood up and said to Zhang Yu and the others: "The Sun and Moon God Sect is doing its work, and others should stay out of the way to avoid disaster!"

Zhang Yu frowned slightly, but heard the old man murmur: "Demon Cult?"

"Bold!" Several people shouted in unison, and the man in front of him had already slashed at the old man with an ax and hammer.

Zhang Yu was startled, turned around and stood in front of the old man, and stabbed the man's right hand Shenmen point with his long sword.

The man made a "drink-" sound and moved the big ax with his right hand outward, taking advantage of the situation to hit Zhang Yu with the sledgehammer of his left hand.

Zhang Yu's eyes were solemn, and the long sword stabbed the man's throat with a buzzing sound. The sword was so fast and heavy that the man did not dare to neglect and crossed his weapons in front of his face.
Chapter completed!