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- Uneasy, Luo Wanjie followed Pei Yuan into the capital like a follower.
On the busy street, Pei Yuan looked around.
Compared with other cities in this era, the capital city is actually the same, except that the city is larger, more people, more goods and shops of all kinds, and there are many potholes on the street, and vendors on both sides of the street randomly set up stalls Noisy, forming a lively and disorderly scene.
Because the Ghost Festival is approaching, along the way, Pei Yuan saw a lot of paper-made supplies shops, paper-made people, horses, clothes, houses, sedan chairs all kinds of sacrificial supplies, complete in variety.
"My lord, the residence that my apprentices have decided on is just ahead!"
After walking a few streets, Luo Wanjie pointed to an inn in front, and said cautiously.
Pei Yuan nodded. They are now called Dingxingfang. It used to be a military camp in the hot summer. When the Liao people seized the country and rebuilt it into a square city, but most of the people living there are from three religions and nine schools. One of the chaotic neighborhoods.
Most of the warriors from all over the world who came here for the commanding position of Zhenwutang chose to live here.
As far as I can see, in broad daylight, there are so many martial arts warriors with swords on the street, many ordinary people are scared to hide.
Outside Dingxingfang, there are teams of officers and soldiers patrolling past from time to time, each of them is stout and well-equipped with weapons, all of which are used to guard against troubles from the Jianghu people.
Of course, people in the Jianghu fight and kill themselves, even if people are killed, they don't bother to care about it.
As soon as the two of Pei Yuan stepped into the market, many warriors immediately gathered around and greeted Luo Wanjie one after another.
"Haha, Master Luo!"
"Hero Luo, it's a pleasure to meet you!"
"Master Luo, I have a son who wants to worship under your sect"
Although Pei Yuan could crush Luo Wanjie to death with one finger, in fact, a master of opening pulse can be regarded as a top-notch person anywhere in the world.
Luo Wanjie has been famous for many years, and with his status as the head of the Dali Eagle Claw Sect, few people dare not give him face.
Luo Wanjie's face was stiff, and he was perfunctory. When he arrived at the door of the inn, several people had heard the movement and came out to greet him.
Consensus: three men, one woman, and four men, all in their twenties and thirties, rushed forward to salute: "Master!"
The woman stepped forward with a smile, and yelled loudly: "Father, why did you come here?"
This woman is tall and slender, with slender and straight legs, and bright eyes. Although she is not extremely beautiful, she is also heroic.
"Father, are you tired from the journey? Have you encountered any trouble?"
Hearing the word'trouble', the corner of Luo Wanjie's mouth twitched, it was more than trouble, if he hadn't been experienced and quick to kneel, you might lose me as a father.
He unconsciously looked at Pei Yuan.
The woman took a look, stared at Pei Yuan, and asked with some doubts: "Father, who is this? Is it your new apprentice on the way?"
Luo Wanjie's expression tightened, and he hurriedly scolded: "Ying'er, don't be rude, this one is your father and my uncle, you should call him uncle."
This is the identity that Pei Yuan casually set for himself on the road, but Luo Wanjie didn't even pause when he said it.
"Master uncle?"
Not only Ying'er, but the other three men and the warriors gathered around him all opened their mouths wide and looked strange.
"Father, he looks about my age, could it be a mistake?" Yinger's eyes widened, she couldn't believe it, "Besides, I've never heard you say that there is another uncle ah!"
"Asshole, your father and I will still make fun of this kind of thing?"
Luo Wanjie kicked Yinger lightly, bowed slightly, showing humility, and said, "Master, this is the little girl Luo Yinger, and the other three are my ineffective disciples, Zhou Chengbao, Yang Ming, Zhao Yishan "
Luo Wanjie pointed to the past and introduced them one by one.
"Haha! Luo Laoying, you are so ridiculous that you actually call a bratty uncle, so why don't you call you Luo Xiao** from now on!"
A resounding laugh suddenly came from across the street.
This inn is also a restaurant directly opposite the door. At this moment, a group of people are stepping out. All of them are sturdy and bulky. The leader is a bald man with a thick back and a waist. Luo Wanjie.
Luo Ying'er heard the other party's words humiliating her father, and she couldn't help but get angry: "Big bear, don't bully me too much."
"The younger generation is presumptuous"??" The bald man's expression sank, and the iron ball in his right hand suddenly spun rapidly, and shot out of his palm with a "swish", hitting Luo Ying'er's face like a cannonball.
If such a blow hits the target, Luo Ying'er's face will explode immediately, and her head will be blown off.
Luo Wanjie's face was gloomy.
The bald guy opposite is named Xiong Santai, he is the head of the Flying Bear Sect, and he came from the same family as Luo Wanjie. In order to compete for the disciples of the territory, the two sides have disliked each other for many years and have fought many times.
But he could see that Xiong Santai's blow was not a murder.
If he really wanted to kill his daughter, he would be immortal.
There is a cleverness in the iron ball, mainly to scare Luo Yinger, when the iron ball gets close to Luo Yinger's face, it will turn around and return to Xiong Santai's hand.
But the matter is related to the life and death of his daughter, even if he is sure in his heart, he dare not gamble.
Luo Wanjie took a step and stood in front of Luo Yinger. He was about to block with Eagle Claw Kung Fu, when suddenly a palm stretched out from the sideways stab, and swung at the iron pellet.
The iron pellet, which was as fast as a cannonball, floated into the palm of the hand as if it had exhausted all of its strength.
This scene made some warriors onlookers exclaim, and looked at the shooter in amazement, Xiong Santai also looked solemnly, frowning.
Pei Yuan squeezed the iron pill, glanced at Luo Yinger, and smiled: "How can I prove that I am your father's uncle? What do you think?"
While speaking, his five fingers changed into eagle claws, and he clasped the iron pill with a sudden force. The whole iron pill was like mud in his claws, gushing out from the gap between his fingers in a fluid state.
"The Eagle Claw Kung Fu I sent!" Luo Ying'er shouted.
Luo Wanjie was not surprised. On the way, the other party casually asked about the method of the Great Eagle Claw Kung Fu, can he not talk about it?
Grabbing the iron pill into mud with one claw, Pei Yuan casually threw it at Xiong Santai, who caught it in his palm, fixed his eyes on the shapeless iron pill, and his expression changed drastically: "Unexpectedly, there is still a dragon in the Eagle Claw Gate." Such an expert, since your Excellency is Lao Luo's uncle, you are also Lao Xiong's senior, Lao Xiong likes to talk nonsense after a few mouthfuls of yellow soup, but there is no malicious intention, please forgive the junior for being rude earlier!"
The people watching the scene all looked at Xiong Santai with weird eyes. No one thought that this rough-looking man would admit his love so quickly?
"In order to express the apology of the younger generation, it is better for the younger generation to be the host and clean up the dust for the older generation."
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