Luoyang City was called Luoyang in ancient times, the capital of the gods. Thirteen dynasties built their capitals here. It borders Songshan Mountain in the east, Taihang Mountain in the north, and relies on the danger of the Yellow River. It is located among the world, and is actually the most majestic city in Guanzhong.

The three of them stood at the east gate and lined up to enter the city. Li Qing told Meng Yishan that it was too hard to take care of his "epilepsy" yesterday. He caught a cold and coughed repeatedly. He lowered his head and took out a piece of plain silk to cover it.

Face.

The leader of the village thought to himself: "This little girl is pretending again, she is afraid of being recognized, so there is no need to do this."

Yun Ao, who had known the details of Lao Meng these days, also found it troublesome. Lao Meng had killed an official and been a bandit. His appearance was too obvious, and he might get into trouble even if he entered the city.

So he gave Meng Yishan a tug, pointed at his scarred face, and hinted whether he should also cover it up.

Hey, the leader of the village had a strange smile on his face and took the initiative to lead the two of them to the wanted list at the door, "The bandit leader Meng Yisan is extremely vicious and resists the government. This case will not be pardoned, and anyone who captures it will be rewarded with three silver coins."

"Hundreds." The name of the wanted criminal was written incorrectly, and the portrait looked like a sharp-mouthed monkey with gills. There was such a ruthless man as Master Meng Dazhao. The painter was obviously fooling around and didn't even draw the scar.

The three of them entered the city easily. Meng Yishan was a local leopard from the Taihang Mountains. He had never been to such a colorful world. Looking at the people on the road, he felt that his family was rich. He couldn't help but said to Yun Ao: "There are fat sheep everywhere in Luoyang. It's so beautiful."

Very profitable.”

Li Qing'er didn't understand his slang and asked, "Is the master a sheep seller?"

Meng Yishan laughed and said, "I specialize in butchering sheep!" He felt a little gaffe and explained, "My family is a butcher, killing pigs and sheep all day long. This old man, Mr. Yun, is a big customer, and he came all the way from the Miao border to sell goods.

"

Li Qing laughed secretly when he heard this: "Listen to your nonsense!"

At this moment, the sound of gongs was suddenly heard from behind, and a group of men in soap clothes came up, holding iron rulers to catch thieves. Several prison cars with wooden cages were escorted from behind, and they were driving to clear the way.

Somehow, Li Qing'er lowered her head lower when she saw the official, for fear of being recognized.

I saw a tall and thin man detained in the prison car at the head, with a long face and fierce eyebrows.

I also saw a white sign two feet high on the man's neck, which read "Zuo Chao, the Jiangyang Thief"

The leader of Dazhai thought to himself: "Did our colleagues lose their wind?"

When the second prison car drove by, there was a red-faced old man in the wooden cage, with a straight chest and a gray beard flowing down to his chest. Although he was detained, he showed no sign of embarrassment. The old man's number plate was on

Write "Pending felon Zhang Boduan"

But I heard Yun Ao let out a sigh and shouted: "It's him!"

The leader of Meng Dazhai thought to himself: "Even Yun Ao from the Miao border knows this old man. I wonder what kind of big bandit he is."

Then he said to Yun Ao: "Does the old man know this person?"

Yun Ao nodded and said: "This is the "Long Bearded Tiger" Zhang Boduan. I have heard of his name in Miao territory. He has acted with loyalty throughout his life, saving people from danger and helping those in need. He is known as the Three Heroes of Guan, Luo and Zhang. He has the unique skill of "Swinging Double Bumping Palm".

I am invincible all over the country, how could I know that I would end up in such a situation!"

The people in the prison cars at the back were all involved in murder cases. The leader of the village was secretly frightened.

"The policeman in Luoyang City is so powerful, I can't carry him."

After asking passers-by, Meng Yishan found out that the Luoyang Prefecture's Yamen police officer was very capable. The chief arrester was named Gu Zhensheng. He had taken up the position of Luoyang Prefecture's chief arrester when he was only twenty years old. He was said to be the nephew of the former prefect.

, is also a direct lay disciple of Shaolin. He has strong martial arts skills and the support of officials. He has solved many major cases and is known as the Jade Faced God.

"Damn, the pretty boy is so arrogant." This jade-faced god obviously did not like Meng Yishan, the "scar-faced thief", and was very unconvinced by his title.

The three of them wandered around and found an old Yuelai store. They made reservations for food, drinks and a room. After lunch, Meng Yishan replied to Yun Ao: "Master, take a rest first and gather some energy. I'll go explore the ways to sell goods."

Then he yelled at Li Qing'er to take good care of him. If Mr. Yun is treated lightly, she will feel better.

After Meng Yishan knew the identity of the little beauty Li Qing with strong martial arts skills, he often resented the lack of tricks and lost money. The leader of the village was happy to use her back and forth to find some psychological comfort.

Lao Meng changed into a worn-out jacket and wandered to the nearby Chenghuang Temple. He gave the leftover food from the inn to the beggar in front of the temple. He chatted with the beggar without leaving a trace and easily found out that Ma Wenming lived in the south.

General Fuwei's Mansion on Main Street.

He went to the gate of the General's Mansion and looked around, pretending to be a poor relative from the country who was in charge of the manor, and took the initiative to talk to the concierge. He looked like a country man with a naive look, which really made people doubt his presence. He even tricked the doorman into drinking a bowl of wine.

Talking about others, chatting and making small talk.

After hearing the news that the Commander-in-Chief was in the mansion today, this was settled. After briefly jotting down the surrounding buildings and entry and exit routes, the leader of the village left the General's Mansion, found a blacksmith shop, and threw down a couple of silver coins.

He replaced it with a narrow-edged single sword. The simple sword was too big and was thrown into the Yellow River before he reached Luoyang.

In the evening, he and Yun Ao had to go to the General's Mansion to take revenge. They had planned to go to Luoyang City's Hua Street and Liuxiang to see something, so they had no choice but to give up.

Regrettably, he returned to the inn, sent Li Qing away, and told Yun Ao about the situation. Meng Yishan shut himself in the room to sharpen his knife. When the day turned dark and the gong sounded, the master of the village extinguished the candle on the table and left.

The open window was rolled out.

Yun Ao was wearing a black robe and his eyes were like poisonous snakes. He had already stood outside the room.

Li Qing'er, who was in the next room, saw everything with his eyes and was really curious about what this old man was planning late at night.

I wanted to follow but I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to hide it from Yun Ao, a great master.

"Forget it, it has nothing to do with me, so I'd better stay out of it."

Yun Ao, led by Lao Meng, dodged the watchmen and the officers and soldiers on night watch, and easily found the back wall of the General Military Mansion.

Meng Yishan, who had no qinggong skills, was carried by Yun Ao and jumped into the dark mansion. Lao Meng thought that this high and low skill was too convenient and he must learn it.

Lao Meng found a tree in the back garden, climbed it several times and checked the location of the main entrance where he came during the day, and finally found where the main house was.

The two of them sneaked into the night and sneaked in the back garden before breaking open a locked courtyard door. They met two servants on guard duty, both holding Ming army's standard sabers in their hands.

As soon as the two sides met, the leading servant opened his mouth to call for reinforcements, but Yun Ao rubbed his body and hit him on the chest with a palm. He vomited blood and held his breath and passed out without shouting. The other servant was actually very brave, holding a knife in both hands.

He put on an unconventional offensive stance and slashed at Yun Ao with his sword!

The swords and lights intertwined, a crescent moon split the darkness, and a neat line of blood opened at the door facing the servant. Yun Ao's scimitar struck first and killed the servant.

After a confrontation, one died and the other was injured, but Lao Meng felt shocked in his heart. These two servants were both very skilled, even better than himself. They were obviously good players.

Lao Meng thought he was an ordinary servant in the mansion, but he didn't know that he was Ma Wenming and General Ma's trusted servant. He could fight as many as ten soldiers across the southwest and was known as the Harrier Soldier.

At this time, most of the generals of the Ming army had servants, most of whom were brave and brave warriors. Whenever there was a big enemy, they were used to defend the battle and were treated ten times as much as ordinary soldiers. These servants were the family wealth of the generals.

An infiltration turned into a murder. Lao Meng shook his head and dragged the body aside to hide it. The two walked through two more buildings along the Yong Road and finally met a servant carrying a meal box. This time there was no need for clouds.

When Ao made a move, Meng Yishan rushed over, grabbed the man's left hand, and held him up. The knife in his right hand was already on the man's neck.

"Where will Ma Wenming sleep tonight!"

"My lord is in the study room..."

Not everyone is as brave as the servant just now. This one was almost scared to death by Lao Meng and dropped the food box in his hand. He was smart enough to be held hostage by the two of them and slowly approached Ma Wenming's study.

"This is it, can the little one leave?"

Yun Ao frowned and said to him: "Go and call the door."

The servant was helpless. Before he could call the door, he heard a loud shout from inside: "Who is this!"

The servant said in a trembling voice: "Master, it's Ah Fu."

I heard the man inside say, "Oh! It's Ah Fu."

But suddenly there was a crisp sound, and the door of the study room was smashed open by a sharp long weapon. The weapon was thrust forward with strong wind, stabbing the man in front of the door through his heart and back.

A man walked out of the study. He was actually taller than Meng Yishan. He had a tiger's back and a wolf's waist. He was holding a square-shaped halberd and a pair of long eyes widened. He yelled: "How can Fangxiao be so young and break into the general's mansion without permission!"

At this moment, the man seemed to have seen something strange. He looked shocked and shouted behind Meng Yishan: "It's you!"

Yun Aoxing, who had been hiding in the dark, came out. He had already held a scimitar in his hand, and said to the man, "Ma Wenming, you still recognize me!"

Ma Wenming was such a big man, his body was trembling, with tears in his eyes, he shouted: "Yun Ao, you killed my teacher twenty years ago, and my wife and children three years ago, why didn't I know you!"

Yun Ao said gloomily: "Yes, your master, the unknown old monk, died under my sword back then, and your wife of the chief soldier was also killed by me, but I didn't do it to your child, he was just scared to death."

"My dear, this old man Yun is going to destroy the whole family!" The leader of the village felt that Yun Ao was indeed a ruthless character.

Yun Ao continued: "You have done good deeds when guarding Yunnan and Guizhou, killing countless people. Even you Han people hate you as the "King of Hell". How can God not open his eyes and ask you to cut off your descendants?"

Ma Wenming let out a sad laugh and said: "If you didn't kill the King of Hell, how could you be here today, Mr. Ma? You accept your life!" Fang Tianji waved his halberd flatly, and with a "sweeping thousands of armies" move, it was so powerful that it even reached the ground.

The autumn leaves are flying for it.

Even a master like Yun Ao had to block Ma Wenming's painted halberd three times in a row. His divine power was truly astonishing. At this time, all the servants and soldiers in the mansion were awakened, but Ma Wenming was brutal in his army.

No one dared to approach his study without his orders.

Yun Ao was well aware of Ma Wenming's skills. His expression was extremely solemn. His whole body was full of strength. His black robe was like a skin bag blown up by the wind. Lan Wangwang's scimitar circled three times in front of his head. He let out a long shout and it was like lightning.

Eight swords.

Ma Wenming's halberd flipped and turned, removing the eight swords one by one. His internal strength was not as good as Yun Ao's, but his innate divine power made up for his lack of skill, and he was evenly matched with Yun Ao.

Yun Ao's Panwang Sword is only for offense but not defense. The sword never leaves the vital point. Every move carries a killing move. A scimitar that looks like a seedling is used to break the long one with its short one, and the civilized Fangtian Halberd is used in a fierce battle.

After a cup of tea, they passed a hundred moves, and it was hard to tell whether the two of them would win or lose. The more the fight started, the more Ma Wenming became more and more angry. He knocked out the sword with his halberd, pulled off the blue lining on his upper body, and threw it to the ground.

Exposing his naked upper body, he shouted: "Death!"

The painted halberd was displayed, and the spear was conjured up. Pointing at Yun Ao, Beng, Point, Block, Stab, and the crescent moon on the halberd body was connected with the rope, making the painted halberd more agile than the arm.

The leader of Dazhai who was watching the battle was even more tired than the two people in the field. He was sweating profusely and couldn't even count how many moves they had passed. He could only take a vague look at the martial arts of the two, that's all.

, which will also be of great help to his future martial arts training.
To be continued...