Lie Junhou [Rebirth]

There was a sudden commotion in the brightly lit hall of the restaurant. The singing girl who was playing the pipa next to her threw away the pipa and hurried away, while most people gathered around the corner and waited to watch the excitement.

Lu Chenming was restrained by Lin Yi, annoyed in his heart, changed his mind for a moment, grabbed Lin Yi's arm, turned around and screamed like a pig: "Don't do it yet! He is holding my son hostage! The people from Lie Junhou's mansion want to kill the court Central officials!"

Lin Yi thought this guy was really insidious. If he fought Lu Xiaowei, it would be because Lu Xiaowei was frivolous and provocative first, but if Lin Yi took Lu Chenming hostage, there would be a lot to do, and maybe he would be killed. Beat it up.

He held Lu Chenming's golden and purple satin robe by the back collar, and threw him into Lu Xiaowei's hands.

Lu Xiaowei understood Lu Chenming's behavior, and knew that today would not be a good day, and he would have to tear himself apart with Lin Yi, so he hardened his heart, gritted his teeth and grasped the hilt of his sword.

Lin Yi didn't have a weapon in his hand. He caught a glimpse of the pipa dropped by the singing girl in a hurry, picked up the lute casually, and put it on his shoulders upside down. His slender figure was very relaxed, and he raised his sword eyebrows: "Everyone, I can't fight today."

His clothes were fiery red, his black eyes were like stars on his pale face, his posture was unruly, and the pipa in his hand was taken out by him with an aura of swallowing mountains and rivers.

Lu Xiaowei's nerves tensed up one after another. The young master of the Liejun Mansion is well-known, and his Liejun swordsmanship is ranked among the top ten in the world. They dare not be slighted, put their hands on the hilt of the Panlongwohu sword at their waists, and drew out their swords .

Lin Yi guessed that he couldn't use his internal strength, and with such a bluff, how should he fight later.

"What are you doing standing there! Get rid of him! Don't hurt Mr. Ruan!"

Lu Chenming still misses Xiao Huan, and Xiao Huan stands tall behind Lin Yi, looking intently at Lin Yi's back, and doesn't care about the noise around him.

Lin Yi smiled brightly, with a lot of fun, and plucked the strings of the pipa with his slender index finger.

He stretched his other hand behind his back and pushed Xiao Huan to a safe place.

Immediately, he turned his head and looked at Feng Yiming, who was holding a dagger, for a moment, and then the two jumped towards Lu Xiaowei tacitly.

Rugged guards drew their swords to meet each other, the splendid black clothes were menacing, and the hall was full of soldiers and irons unsheathed, cold light everywhere!

Lin Yi was still ill and couldn't use his internal strength. He jumped up, swung his pipa horizontally and smashed the sword-holding hand of the rough guard, turned around, kicked out his long legs fiercely, and kicked him with a "bang" fly.

He used the qin as a sword, and when the pipa touched the long sword in Lu Xiaowei's hand, the qin sounded like a golden dagger from time to time.

The corners of Lin Yi's lips were slightly curved, and with a proud smile, it was hard to hide the aggressive aura of the previous life's swaying on the battlefield.

The dagger in Feng Yiming's hand seemed to have eyes, and after a few slashes, slashes, and stabs, he snatched the sword from the opponent's hand. Danfeng's eyes were full of laughter, and the dimples were still very pleasing. He was dressed in a white robe with dark gold patterns, and his figure was light. , such as the posture of a crane.

One in a crimson robe like fire, the other in a dustless white robe, the two figures are eye-catching, their robes fluttering to firmly block the fierce black-clothed guards, and even more so to protect Xiao Huan and Gu Xiaohang behind their backs.

"Well, it's been like this since I was a child. When there is a fight, I can only watch from the side."

Gu Xiaohang seemed to be regretful in his words, but he was not really regretful. He took a plate of melon seeds, kowtowed them behind them, and handed them to Xiao Huan who was beside him.

Xiao Huan shook his head with a smile and refused, his eyes only followed Lin Yi's back closely as if there was nothing to do.

However, Lu Xiaowei came to a group of people, and upon seeing this, they all stepped forward and waved their knives.

Lin Yi tanned to avoid a sword, blocked it with a backhand, frowned, feeling unlucky-he couldn't use his internal strength, so he insisted on supporting it with the strength of his flesh and blood, and his hands were a little sore.

I can't help but doubt my life, why did I fight.

Feng Yiming next to him kicked one away, glanced at it and shouted, "Lin Yi, your piano is broken!"

The pipa in Lin Yi's hand touched the blade of Lu Xiaowei, and it was split open in response, and the strings broke with the final sound of the last song.

Lin Yi "..."

"Young Lord, continue!"

Jun Yuheng got in without knowing when, with a smile on his face, he threw a long sword with a sheath in his hand, drew an arc, and flew straight to Lin Yi through the air.

Lin Yi yelled, stepped on the bench next to him and jumped up, catching the long sword firmly, his robe fluttering like a fire.

Holding the hilt of the sword in the air, the long sword came out of its sheath, and immediately reflected a cold light from the bright lights, shining on Lin Yi's flying eyebrows.

"Smelting lightsaber! Who gave it to you?"

With the Lightning Sword in his hand, he immediately felt much more relaxed. Lin Yi's figure was full of strength, and the sound of gold and iron resounded loudly. Wherever the Lightning Sword went, murderous aura overflowed.

But Lin Yi had a sense of proportion in his heart, and fighting was a fight, and he never really hit hard. At this time, he took the sword and still didn't hurt the vitals, only a little blood was seen.

"that person!"

Jun Yuheng clapped his hands excitedly while watching, and pointed to the window of the restaurant.

Lin Yi took the time to turn his head in the shadow of swords and swords, and almost knelt down.

I thought, "Father, why are you here!"

I saw a tall man sitting on the window railing of the restaurant. He was dressed in a dark blue military uniform. His appearance was about five or six points similar to Lin Yi's, with sword eyebrows and star eyes, high nose and smiling lips. His face was sharp and uninhibited. proud.

This person is the old Marquis of Lie Jun Mansion, Lin Sihong.

Jun Yuheng scratched his head, the gourd bead string hanging around his waist jingled, he smiled and said to Lin Yi: "Who is this person, he looks quite like you."

"Nonsense, dear son, can it be different?"

Lin Sihong's brows were relaxed, he was leaning against the window rail, enjoying the late spring breeze, stepping on the window frame with one leg bent, one elbow resting on his knee, idly watching the commotion in the restaurant.

"Rong Xiaowei, still so bad, the dog can't change to eat shit." Linkhong snorted.

Gu Xiaohang saluted Lin Sihong from afar, silently said hello uncle, then turned his head and continued eating melon seeds.

Xiao Huan looked sideways, and was meeting Lin Sihong's eyes, Gu Xiaohang reminded him: "That's Lin Yi's father."

Xiao Huan nodded slightly to Lin Sihong, very humble.

Lin Sihong thought in his heart, this young man is not bad, his son's ability to make friends has improved.

Seeing that the beating was almost done, Lin Sihong jumped down from the window rail and strode into the restaurant, his voice was thick and loud, with a bit of impatient dignity: "Okay, I'll take it all, if I don't take it again, I'm going to beat someone up!"

Lu Xiaowei heard this sound from behind, as if seeing a ghost, they stopped their hands one after another, looking back at Lu Xiaowei's natural enemy falling from the sky, at a loss.

Lin Yi breathed a sigh of relief, took a step back and put away the Ye lightsaber, and patted the ashes on the hem of his clothes.Lu Xiaowei is not a vegetarian either, he has reached his limit.

Feng Yiming put away the knife, saluted Lin Sihong with a smile, his dimples were very pleasing: "Uncle Lin."

Lin Sihong walked over with his hands behind his back, and Lu Xiaowei made way for him.

It was rumored that Lin Sihong once beat Lu Xiaowei once, but it was not the case. Every year when he went to court to report on his duties, he would do it as a routine, and he beat Lu Xiaowei once. This year's quota has not been used yet, and they don't want to be the lucky one of the year .

Lu Chenming was at the side, and had already regained his composure. He realized that the situation was a bit serious, so he didn't say anything for a while.

Lin Sihong glanced at Lu Xiaowei, and said coldly: "The Tai | Ancestor set up Lu Xiaowei in the past, not to support this kind of rascal waste."

Looking at Lin Yi again, he smiled softly immediately: "Son, you are doing well. You are still fighting at the age of 15. Remember to copy the family instructions a hundred times when you go back."

Lin Yi chuckled: "Father, why are you back?"

"Just pass by and come back, and I'll leave tomorrow night." Lin Sihong stretched out his hand and rubbed Lin Yi's hair, "I heard you were sick?"

Lin Yi knew that he would have to be dealt with if he was coquettish, so he immediately shook his head: "Small problem."

Lin Sihong nodded: "That's good, go back and add another hour."

Lin Yi: "..."

Another person came up from the stairs of the restaurant. He was a scribe in a long gown. He had a fair face, thin eyes with upturned eyes, a bit like a fox.

He looked around the scene in the restaurant, shook his head, and cupped his hands towards Lin Sihong: "I am ashamed to have caused trouble in General Lin's territory."

"Uncle!" When Lu Chenming saw this man, he seemed to gain confidence, and stepped forward to stand behind him.

This person is Lu Chenming's uncle, the commander of Lu Xiaowei, Lu Qiu.

Lin Sihong had a half-smile, and said politely: "Lord Lu came all the way from the imperial capital, it's not easy, but it's just a child's joke, don't worry about it."

Lu Qiu was very good at pushing the boat along with the current, turned his head to the side, and said to Lu Xiaowei unhurriedly: "General Lin is very generous, you should hurry down."

Lu Xiaowei, who participated in the fight, bowed his head and retreated without saying a word.

Lu Qi looked at Lin Yi and Feng Yiming again, not angry at all, he smiled kindly: "Young spirit is the most rare thing."

He made a "please" gesture to Lin Sihong again, "It's not easy to see General Lin once, let's talk about it in detail."

Lin Sihong turned around and patted Lin Yi on the shoulder with a smile in his eyes: "Go back by yourself, Dad has something to talk about."