The God of Martial Arts

Chapter 665 "Taoist"

On this day, Xiang Yang was sitting on a small wooden bench in his small courtyard chopping firewood, with a turban wrapped around his head, covering his golden hair, wearing light brown linen clothes, with a gentle face, just like an ordinary mountain villager.

The hatchet in his hand was slender, but it was more than blunt, but not sharp enough. It was also a low-grade hatchet, but it was unstoppable in Xiang Yang's hand. He chopped along the grain of the firewood, scoring half points with one hit, and four points with another hit, which looked pleasing to the eye.

However, the firewood was only cut halfway, and Xiang Yang stopped what he was doing, his ears quivered, his brows furrowed, and he got up and walked outside. At this time, many people gathered in the village, most of them were trembling with trembling legs.

Especially the village head of Mingjia Village, with a flattering face and a humble attitude, he was more respectful and polite to the three of them than his own father, and he didn't see the money-greedy look he had when he met Xiang Yang.

It turned out that there were three outsiders here, one middle-aged and two young people, who seemed to be masters and apprentices, all wearing Taoist robes, but in Xiang Yang's eyes, they were just peddling dog meat. They are more like Taoist disciples than them.

Without any humility, with a bad attitude and vulgar words, his eyes were mostly directed at the pretty women in the village, and his lustful attitude was so obvious that it was difficult for Xiang Yang to confuse them with the fresh and indifferent Taoists.

Xiang Yang is hiding his extraordinaryness at this time. As long as his skill is not high enough, it will be difficult to see through. It seems very natural to mix among the villagers, but he also understands a little bit of the situation.

These three people passed by Mingjia Village and wanted to stay overnight. I heard that they were about to rush to a place called Mangniuling, a hundred miles away. Originally, the village chief didn't want to take them in. One of the three people, a young man, smashed the village entrance with one hand. This is the scene that Xiang Yang saw just now.

This small mountain village far away from the county seat is really weak. Even a weak chicken who has achieved a small amount of success in Qi training and is proficient in a few martial arts of killing and cutting can still dominate.

Moreover, it is located in a remote place, and the power of the government is difficult to maintain. There are only two rural police officers in a small pavilion ten miles away.

Fortunately, although these three people were not serious, they didn't go too far. They were just domineering, and the villagers were used to it, so Xiang Yang didn't care anymore.

When the crowd dispersed, the middle-aged Taoist pretended to glance at Xiang Yang unconsciously, before speaking to the village head beside him, his eyes flickered, and asked,
"Who is that man? Look at his extraordinary bearing, he doesn't look like a villager in the mountains."

"Respondent Daoist, that person is not from our village. He came to live with us more than a year ago and rarely communicates with the villagers. I suspect that he has provoked a powerful enemy, so he hid in the village for refuge."

The village head of Mingjia Village nodded and bowed, and told Xiang Yang's origin and his own guess, so that a flash of understanding flashed in the Taoist's eyes, and he smiled and asked the village head to lead the way.

When the village chief stepped back in a neatly tidied and cleaned room, the two disciples beside the Taoist showed puzzled expressions.

"Master, just now I saw a few good cauldrons among the village girls, which are suitable for our master and apprentice to harvest, how can we let them go?"

This little Taoist priest is a little older, around 25, with a fair face, beardless, pink, and a mole on his chin. He looks handsome, but his temperament is obscene (harmonious), evil, and he is not a good person.

"That's right, that's right. Usually when we go to this small village, we have to blow out a layer of oil and water. Let's forget about it today? Master, you don't look like your style."

The other little Taoist priest was younger, also in his 20s, not to mention handsome, but he also had good facial features. Unlike the former, his eyes were full of greed, and his eyes seemed to be full of gold ingots.

The middle-aged man took off his shoes and sat cross-legged on the prepared soft bed, looking at his two disciples full of disappointment,
"Short-sighted, just stupid, don't you see the difference in this village? Why did I only mention that person?"

This Taoist is very strong in martial arts and has always been ruthless. The two disciples were very afraid of him. Hearing this, they were a little strange.

"Master has always been a strong man from the side of the evil way. He thinks highly of himself on weekdays. He runs rampant in Shangjun, and there are few people who look up to him. How can that person make Master care so much?"

This is what the elder Taoist thought in his heart. He is a big disciple, and he has been with the Taoist for a long time, so he knows his master better.

"That mountain villager? His muscles and bones are soft and his breath is short, but he is an ordinary person. Why does the master value it so much? Could it be that I was wrong?"

The young Taoist priest followed the Taoists to practice the method of harvesting and nourishing, and his internal strength was aggressive, and the heat was also very good. Asking himself his eyesight, he really couldn't see anything special about Xiang Yang.

The two were sloppy before, but at this time the Taoist pointed out something wrong, each of them thought of something wrong, they were very dignified, looked at each other, bowed to the Taoist, and said in unison,

"Also ask the master to explain the confusion to the disciple."

"It seems that you have become more and more slack in recent years. The arrest warrants have been widely posted by the god arresters. The Gu family even asked Danqing Miaobi to paint Xiang Yang's life-like descriptions and spread them across the seven counties. You didn't realize it was him?"

"Xiang Yang?"

The two Taoist priests exclaimed, and then suppressed the surprise in their hearts. They didn't know each other face to face, but they had heard each other's name for a long time.

The red-clothed seed of the Shenzhangmen, now the most wanted criminal of the traitors, killed the people of the two clans in Nanxiang, and seized the magic sword of the magic soldier level.

Even killing Gu Jia Nantian, he didn't take Gu's supernatural powers seriously. The most powerful thing is that he is the youngest innate master in the world for ten years. Even if he falls into the underworld and is wanted, he is still the goal of countless people.

It can be said that although Xiang Yang has not set foot in the rivers and lakes for a long time, his deeds and legends are still circulating in the rivers and lakes.

"That's right, and it wasn't until I met him that I didn't know that there is no one worthy of fame. He really has innate meritorious deeds. Even if I were a teacher in front of him, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to do three or five tricks."

The Taoist's tone was unpredictable, with a hint of exclamation, he is more than 20 years older than Xiang Yang, but his achievements are less than one-tenth of the other, how can he not sigh?
Many people have even said that with Xiang Yang's current speed of intensive training, he might be worthy of a battle with the Dragon King in the future.

"Then master, what are we going to do? Do we want to get Xiang Yang's magic knife, or kill him, and ask for credit from the Gu family and the gods?"

The little disciple's eyes lit up, but he hesitated immediately. The name of the person, the shadow of the tree, and the incident between Xiang Yang and Gu's family broke out. His experience has just become known to everyone. Such a legendary young master, the three of them, the master and the apprentice, are probably no match.

"Fart, who am I, your master, to ask for credit from the Gu family and the God Catcher?
It's just that I want to get acquainted with this young master. After all, we are all evil people, so we should help each other.

Besides, the Mangniuling incident is dangerous and unpredictable. If we get this strong support, we will be safe and secure. "

Well, I don’t know when Xiang Yang was regarded as a master of evil ways by Taoists. Anyway, regardless of evil ways, black ways, or devil ways, Xiang Yang has nothing to do with the righteous way now.

Killing the clan and grabbing the sword, ignoring Gu's supernatural powers, and killing Gu Nantian, in terms of cruelty, Taoists think they are inferior to Xiang Yang.

(End of this chapter)