C6 First Business
Five years later in the winter, when the land was covered with a layer of dazzling snow, on the hillside, 18-year-old Leng Heng was still handsome, cold, and murderous. It was still white with blond hair and white boots. He held a gun in one hand, and the snow around him melted in the heat of the gun, revealing the shadow of a dragon.
His right foot stomped and his left foot stepped on the back of his right foot, causing his entire body to fly towards the sky. Immediately, a figure darted between the trees, like a white dragon swimming between the trees, while the spearhead was completely submerged in the ground. Leng Heng, who had come from the direction of the spear's body, used both of his feet to push off the body of the spear, and the spear instantly flew towards Leng Heng in the shape of a bow. Leng Heng flew towards a tree that was a few meters in diameter, and with a loud bang, he pierced through the trunk of a tree, creating a hole. Suddenly, the spearhead shot out. The man and the spearhead spun around towards the sky, creating a miraculous scene. The snow at the front of the spearhead melted before it hit the ground, and then the snow instantly froze into ice cubes and fell to the ground.
"salted egg, quickly come down. I made a cloak for you, come and try it." A girl in a white suit with big, watery eyes, willow shaped eyebrows and a tall nose was shouting as she walked towards Leng Heng. It was Tian Qing'er.
From afar, the girl looked like a fairy, her skin as pure and smooth as snow. Leng Heng, who was in the air, stopped spinning. After he retracted his gun, the gun turned back into a short gun, which he casually put into the back of his waist. Using the Vanishing Step, Tian Qing'er only blinked once before Leng Heng disappeared, leaving behind a layer of snowflakes.
"Stinking salted egg, you're teasing me again. Come out quickly." Tian Qing'er stamped her feet.
"I'll be right behind you." Leng Heng said proudly.
Tian Qing'er helped Leng Heng put on his cloak, and inside the cloak there was a gun sheath sewn according to a Double-dragon Spear. This was also according to grandfather's instructions, because the spear was too eye-catching, it could not easily appear in the martial world. Afterwards, Leng Heng and Tian Qing'er returned to the bamboo house while Ouyang Jue drank his tea.
"Heng'er, your Peerless Spear Arts has already been trained to the ninth move, and can already tie with grandfather. Kid, your perception is truly one in a million!" Ouyang Jue laughed.
"That's also because grandfather taught me well, but in the last move, 'Azure Dragon's Pride', I still can't comprehend it." Leng Heng shook his head gloomily.
"A human's heart is not worth swallowing an elephant. It's already a miracle that you could learn the ninth move in ten years. Your grandfather took 40 years to learn the ninth move." Ouyang Jue's expression immediately turned heavy, obviously, he was immersed in that memory.
"Oh right, you are already 18 years old. You can go down the mountain tomorrow! Do what you have to do! But you must remember not to kill the innocent. " Ouyang Jue looked at Leng Heng seriously.
"Grandfather, I want to go down the mountain with the salted egg as well." Tian Qing'er tugged on the corner of Ouyang Jue's shirt.
"Why are you joining in the bustle? He has his own things to do. If you leave, who will make me salted egg s?"
"I don't want to. I have to go down the mountain to take care of him. See, he doesn't know how to do anything. He only knows how to practice martial arts before practicing martial arts."
"Alright then!" It's really hard for a girl to stay, but when you go down the mountain, you have to listen to everything he says. " Ouyang Jue said helplessly.
Early the next morning, after they had lunch with Ouyang Jue, Leng Heng and Tian Qing'er kowtowed to Ouyang Jue, and Tian Qing'er took Leng Heng's arm as they descended the hill. It was snowing heavily now. Ouyang Jue looked at Leng Heng's back and said to himself, "You will definitely soar into the sky in the future. I hope you will keep your grandfather's teachings in mind." The first thing Leng Heng did after he left the mountain was to ask around for news of the Silent Swordsman Tong Zijin. This was the first person Leng Heng had wanted to kill since he left the mountain. Tian Qing'er had followed him, and had attracted the attention of the lecherous men. They could see the anger in their eyes, but when they saw the murderous look in Leng Heng's eyes, they all backed away. They were in Changsha, a bustling city with a Guest Rules Inn in the center of the city. It was the largest inn in Changsha and was a good place to inquire about news. Leng Heng's white clothes, white boots, cold eyes, and handsome face made him stand out. Tian Qing'er, dressed in yellow, with a pink belt, white boots, and a pure and refined appearance, was holding Leng Heng's right wrist with her left hand. These two eye-catching young men and women entered the inn and found a table by the window. The second brother walked towards them with a polite smile.
"Young master and young miss, may I know if you want to eat or sleep? We have good rooms. " The waiter asked as he poured tea.
"Two top rooms." Leng Heng said expressionlessly.
"One will do." Tian Qing'er interrupted.
"Yoh, such a pretty girl. How about you follow me?" A fierce-looking man stared at Tian Qing'er. The waiter also ran far away. He thought to himself, this person must be someone from the martial arts world. Seeing how thin that young man is, this beauty must be in trouble.
"You'd better get lost before I lose my temper!" Leng Heng said expressionlessly as he drank his tea.
"Smelly brat, you dare to talk to me like that? I'm not afraid to tell you, I'm Chen Yuan, the one nicknamed 'Flower Plucking Queen' in Jianghu City." The brawny man continued to look at Tian Qing'er arrogantly and arrogantly. It was as if Tian Qing'er was the object of his bed.
"salted egg, this person is so annoying. Help me send him away." Tian Qing'er looked at Chen Yuan in disgust.
"Little girl, when you get to my bed, you won't feel disgusted with me anymore." Chen Yuan looked at Tian Qing'er's body obscenely. However, the moment he finished this sentence, Leng Heng stomped his foot and put the gun on the tea table. Leng Heng used 2% of his strength with that kick, and the brawny man was pushed out by that foot and knocked over 4 tables in a row before flying out of the inn. He quickly got up, spat out a mouthful of blood, and left. In a certain corner of the inn, a person dressed in grey noticed this scene and walked over. His gait was light, his hand held a white fan. He was also very handsome, and his eyes were cold and containing no killing intent. Leng Heng also noticed the man walking towards him.
"Great martial arts. My surname is Ye and everyone calls me Mr. Ye. I'm known as' Jianghu Xiao '. As long as it's a matter of the martial arts world, I know a little about it." As he said that, the man sat down, but his eyes were waiting for the Double-dragon Spear s on the table.
"I wonder if this is a Double-dragon Spear?" As he spoke, he extended his hand towards the Double-dragon Spear on the table.
"I advise you not to touch it, otherwise you will regret it." Leng Heng raised his teacup.
"Oh, will you kill me? That shouldn't be the case! I just wanted to verify if this is the real Double-dragon Spear. " The man said excitedly.
"I won't kill you, but if you have anything, don't be lazy." Leng Heng drank his tea as he spoke. When the man surnamed Ye touched the spear's body, his hand instantly felt a burst of heat. He secretly used his inner force to resist. When he used seven layers of inner force, the burning sensation slowly disappeared. Leng Heng looked at him in surprise.
"I never thought that the real Double-dragon Spear would reappear in the martial world. To think that I can see the true fortune of the Double-dragon Spear in three lifetimes!" Mr. Ye smiled excitedly.
"May I know your surname? How could there be a Double-dragon Spear? " Only then did Mr. Ye realize who owned the gun.
"Leng, the gun has always been mine." Leng Heng put the gun back into his cloak.
"Oh!?" It's cold enough, but I like it. I've made this friend of yours. " Mr. Ye laughed.
"All our family's salted egg are like this, please do not take offense to Sir." Tian Qing'er looked at Leng Heng with a smile.
"salted egg? His nickname is …? " Mr. Ye looked at Tian Qing'er in confusion.
"It's a nickname only I can call, right salted egg?" Tian Qing'er mischievously looked at Leng Heng, and told him why he was called Leng Heng's salted egg. Mr. Ye couldn't help but laugh as well