Martial arts: I, Yang Guo, really only know a little bit of martial arts

early morning.

The rain stopped.

Inn.

In fact, the inn didn't have many beds, and most of these quacks slept overnight on the first floor.

Waking up today, many people are still drunk, Yang Guo is no exception.

"Brother Yang drank a lot last night." Yin Long looked at the wine bottle on the table in front of him, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and teased.

Yang Guo smiled, his cheeks were slightly flushed.

"Master Yang, Xiaodao left here first, but I feel embarrassed."

Yang Guo raised his eyebrows, "Why did you leave before going to Dasheng Pass?"

"It's too dangerous for Xiaobei to come out alone. I want to send him back with Old Tang, so that his father won't worry."

"If you want to go, go by yourself, don't try to control me!"

Shangguan Beijing's face flushed.

He rushed out of the inn and ran towards the muddy road outside, splashing countless muddy muddy water.

Shangguan had no choice but to hold his forehead with a knife, but he still chased after him.

Watching the three walk away.

Yang Guo shook his head, stepped out of the inn, and walked towards Dasheng Pass.

...

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in the afternoon.

The sky was dark, and the cold winter wind was blowing, making people feel chills in their bones.

Looking at Lujiazhuang at the end of the road ahead, Yang Guo lowered his head, hiding his face in his hair.

Or the date of the Dashengguan Heroes Meeting is approaching.

There are many people from the Jianghu on the way to Lu's house, but most of them are disciples of the Beggar Gang.

Almost all the beggars that can be seen are the beggars of the beggar gang, and Yang Guo sneaked into these beggars with a thought.

After entering Lujiazhuang,

Yang Guo didn't intend to recognize Guo Jing.

He just found a corner and sat down on his own, staring at the gate of Lujiazhuang with slightly red eyes.

Waiting for the woman in white to appear.

The time came to dusk.

The afterglow of the setting sun was falling slowly, and the ground reflected was slightly red, as if there was blood flowing.

"Brother, are you also a disciple of the Beggar Gang?" A ragged, disheveled beggar asked.

Yang Guo frowned slightly, lowered his head, lowered his voice, "Naturally."

"Brother, looking at your age, I'm afraid you have joined the Beggar Gang for a long time. How many bags of disciples are you?"

The beggar looked at Yang Guo's long black and white hair and asked respectfully.

Hearing this, Yang Guo looked at him and said indifferently, "I have just joined the Beggars' Gang, so I don't know about the rest."

Hearing Yang Guo's tone of rejection.

The beggar touched his nose, but he didn't bother himself anymore, after labeling Yang Guo as difficult to get along with, he started talking to other people.

It's just that his eyes glanced over from time to time, looking at Yang Guo, with doubts on his brows.

time flies.

In the blink of an eye it is night.

As the owner of this Lujiazhuang, Lu Guanying is also one of the initiators of this hero meeting, and has already made arrangements.

It's just that Yang Guo didn't want to sleep in the Datong bunk with a dozen people.

Then he came to the outside of Lujiazhuang alone.

With a surge of internal strength, he jumped lightly and landed on a bare tree trunk.

He raised his head, looked at the hazy moon, and was in a daze.

Three days later.

Heroes from all walks of life invited by the Dashengguan Hero Club gradually arrived.

Lujiazhuang, which is already lively on weekdays, is now even more crowded with people.

Without counting them, it can be seen that at least thousands of Jiang Hu people gathered here, so many people appeared, but the vast Lujiazhuang seemed a bit crowded.

in the corner.

Yang Guo's eyes have not left the gate of Lujiazhuang these few days, but his mind is restless.

All the tastes in it, only he himself knows.

This morning.

Lu Guanying and his wife showed smiling faces in front of the door, welcoming a well-known urbanite into Lujiazhuang.

But at this time, Yang Guo's star-like eyes reflected a group of people dressed as Quanzhen Taoist priests walking in.

The leader was an old Taoist wearing a dark Taoist robe, with a long gray beard and a purple face.

This person is Hao Datong among the Quanzhen Seven Sons.

As the so-called enemies meet, they are particularly jealous.

Yang Guo is also unavoidable.

In other words, Yang Guo is just a layman.

He looked at Hao Datong who was sitting not far away, chatting happily with the Taoist priest at the same table.

Yang Guo's slender five fingers tapped on the square table quickly, boiling killing intent and anger rushed to his forehead, but Yang Guo suppressed it.

As soon as Yang Guo looked away, Hao Datong turned his head and looked behind him suspiciously.

Apparently he sensed that Sen Han's malice, but there were too many people at this time, and Hao Datong didn't know who it was, so he became a little restless after a while.

After a while.

Hao Datong couldn't stand this malicious look.

Covered in cold sweat, he quickly left the yard, and the accompanying Quanzhen disciples all showed puzzled expressions.

afternoon.

Seeing that everyone was almost there, Lu Guanying walked up to the crowd with a little seriousness, cupped his hands and said loudly:

"You heroes have given Lu some face, traveling thousands of miles, from all corners of the country to this great victory, Lu is extremely grateful.

Now that people are almost here, Lu opened the skylight to speak frankly.

The purpose of inviting you here this time is to elect a martial arts leader to lead us to drive out the Mongols..."

Lu Guanying's eloquence was eloquent, and he quickly mobilized the atmosphere of the scene, which aroused the blood of many warriors, wishing to go to the battlefield to kill the Mongolian Tartars.

Yang Guo's expression was calm, he was a bit out of tune with them, and seemed withdrawn.

A few people beside him cast doubtful eyes over him.

"Brother from the beggar gang, why didn't you respond? Is there something wrong with what the master Lu said?"

These few days Yang Guo didn't fit in with others, and he was missed by others early on, so he used this excuse to attack Yang Guo.

Hearing this, Yang Guo narrowed his eyes slightly, and when he was about to speak, Hao Datong's anxious voice came from outside the door.

"Guo Daxia, it's bad, the big thing is bad, our people saw a group of Mongols with bad intentions approaching here..."

As soon as these words came out, everyone present looked away from Yang Guo and looked at Hao Datong.

Only the thoughtful Huang Rong looked at the ragged Yang Guo with her head down, thoughtful.

"Da Wu, Xiao Wu, go over and see where that man came from, lest it is a Mongolian spy who got in and I don't know."

Huang Rong summoned the two Wu family brothers and pointed to Yang Guo's location.

At this time, Guo Fu was very pretty, dressed in fiery red fur, was behind Huang Rong, following Huang Rong's hand, she saw Yang Guo in tattered clothes.

I just felt that this person's figure and clothes looked familiar, so he walked over without waiting for the brothers of the Wu family.

In the corner, Yang Guo heard footsteps slowly approaching, raised his head slightly, and looked over.

"Yang Guo? You are Yang Guo! Okay, you still dare to come here..."

Seeing Yang Guo's face, Guo Fu immediately shouted, but it was the first time that Guo Jing's attention was caught.

"Ever?"

Guo Jing muttered tentatively, then strode towards Yang Guo.

Then Huang Rong, Wu family brothers, Hao Datong and other Taoist priests also cast their eyes on it.

Feeling a series of gazes of doubt, anger, or surprise, Yang Guo raised his forehead helplessly.

"Uncle Guo, it's me."

Seeing that he couldn't hide, Yang Guo stood up, with a calm expression, and replied generously.

"It's really you, Uncle Guo misses you so much, why didn't you say anything when you came..."

Guo Jing pulled Yang Guo into his arms, his body trembling slightly, obviously very excited.

Yang Guo was a little bit at a loss by the enthusiasm, he waited for Guo Jing to calm down before pushing him away.