[King Shen] Please enter the urn

Although it is a despised place, the hustle and bustle of the Shangyuan Festival also infects this alley.

There is no distinction between high and low in festivals, dignitaries celebrate festivals, ordinary people celebrate festivals, and they, whores and thieves, also celebrate festivals.

The girls all came out of the building.

On this cold winter night, they wore cloaks and fox furs on the outside, but tube tops and light gauze on the inside.

Some huddled together, talking and laughing intimately.Some leaned against the doorpost and drank heavily, and the empty jug hit the ground with a bang, and the woman's laughter was clearer and brighter than the cracking of the jug.There are also dances in the street, each of which is a dance that can only be seen by spending hundreds of taels of silver on weekdays.

They sang and danced wantonly, and their laughter was wanton and loud.There is no such pretentious gestures in the weekdays, and no longer whispers softly like honey.After all, this place is the Northland, and everyone speaks with a clean North accent.

Wang Lianhua paced back and forth with her hands behind her back, as fast as the wind, like a puff of green smoke passing through the group of Yingying and Yanyan.

The girls were startled by the young man in scarlet clothes who suddenly barged in between them, and there was a burst of exclamation and screams like a sparrow chirping.

But when they saw clearly Wang Lianhua's slender figure, handsome face, and a suit of silk and satin, their eyes lit up, and they all stretched out their fingers dyed with red Koudan to fish for his clothes.

Wang Lianhua smiled coquettishly, but her body was like a ghost, walking past all the girls like a stroll in the garden, but no one could touch him.

——Through thousands of flowers, not a single leaf sticks to the body.

Hearing the annoyed and coquettish voices behind her, Wang Lianhua smiled slightly, and suddenly reached out to wrap her arms around the slender waist of a woman who was holding a pot to drink.

The woman let out an exclamation, tightly grasped Wang Lianhua's arm, and looked at him shyly.

Her fair face was stained with a drunken and shy blush, and her rippling gaze made her as charming and soft as a cluster of daffodils blooming by the water.

Wang Gongzi really deserves to be a Wang Gongzi, he knows all about Fengyue, and his eyes are vicious.

With a quick catch, he caught the most beautiful one among all the girls, one of the eight beauties here, known as "White Narcissus" Shui Langdang.

Shui Langdang touched Wang Lianhua's face with a smile, and before she had time to say the words of hookup, it suddenly turned into an exclamation.

She was mercilessly held by Wang Lianhua's slender waist and pushed, like throwing a useless baggage backwards.

About to fall to the ground, he was suddenly supported by a pair of warm hands.

Shui Langdang fell into Shen Lang's arms, looking at the face looking down at her, it was indescribably handsome and charming.

With a delicate and innocent smile, her red lips parted slightly, and she was about to speak.

Unexpectedly, Shen Lang used a gentle force to push it to the person who was chasing after him.

But in the blink of an eye, the overnight rich Shui Langdang was pushed out twice.

That sentence that has been kept in her mouth, she didn't say it until she bumped into the young swordsman chasing Shen Lang.

"My lord, would you like to go upstairs with my servant?"

The young swordsman was holding the warm and fragrant nephrite in his arms, and he was reluctant to let go, but he had the order to capture Shen Lang, so he couldn't let go.

So he reluctantly said to Shui Langpang: "Miss invites me, I dare not refuse, I will come to find the girl after I finish my business."

Unexpectedly, Shui Langdang scolded coquettishly and annoyedly: "Hey, when did my aunt invite you? You don't take a piss to take care of yourself, do you have the right to let my aunt serve you!"

The swordsman was furious when he heard the words, and threw Shui Langdang to the ground viciously.

Just about to leave, he was stopped by a group of Yingying and Yanyan.

This group of seemingly delicate girls, with extraordinary legs and sharp tongue, actually scolded a big man to the embarrassment, speechless to refute.

He was a quick-tempered person, but he really couldn't stand the group of women, so he pulled out the long knife in his hand with a "shua", scaring away a few timid ones, but was smashed by Shui Langdang who climbed up from the ground with a jug on the head.

Touching the blood on his head, the swordsman was stunned for a while, and then flew into a rage, regardless of the fact that there were all delicate women around him, who were about to strike fiercely.

A broken gong-like voice shouted: "The police are here, who dares to do it!"

It turned out that there was a tortoise who saw that something was wrong, so he rushed to find a familiar catcher, and wanted to use him to calm down the situation.

The swordsman just glanced at the head catcher coldly, picked up Shui Langdang recklessly and wanted to slap his ears twice.

Seeing the swordsman ignoring him, the head catcher was also angry.

He dashed forward, grabbed the swordsman's hand and shouted: "Oh, how dare you beat people in the street and despise the king's law?"

"It's still a woman, you eggless son of a bitch!"

The swordsman was furious when he heard the words, he waved the long sword in his hand, and said, "Don't meddle in other people's business, or I won't recognize anyone with the sword!"

His original intention was just to scare the head catcher, but who would have thought that the head catcher was a local snake before he was on duty, and no one would dare to provoke him after he became a head catcher. How could a person who is used to being intimidated by this little threat be intimidated?

With his neck stuck, he leaned towards the blade, yelling and cursing: "Chop if you have the ability! As long as you dare to move the knife, let's see if the government will spare you? When you go to prison, you can't even think about getting all your tail go back!"

The swordsman was young, and he was born in a great sect. Wherever he went, others treated him respectfully. He had never argued with others like this before.

He has a fiery temper and is full of anger, seeing that the head catcher even took out a chain to lock his hands.

With a shout, and with a stretch of the long knife, he was about to cut off the person's head.

Suddenly, a hand grabbed his shoulder like an iron hoop, making him unable to move the hand that raised the knife.

The swordsman hated and was angry, and his red eyes stared behind him, wanting to see which guy who had eaten the heart of a bear and the courage of a leopard stopped him.Unexpectedly, seeing this made his complexion turn pale, he stammered: "Seventh, Seventh Senior Brother."

Standing behind him was the man in black who invited Shen Lang.

Seeing that the two knew each other, the head catcher sneered and said, "What's the matter, a helper is here?"

He was about to summon his brothers when the man in black showed a token in his hand.

When the head catcher saw the token, his face suddenly changed.

He said: "You are..."

The head catcher didn't finish his words, he just cupped his fists and bowed towards the east.

The man in Xuanyi nodded coldly, took out a silver coin from his pocket and threw it to the head catcher, saying: "This is a small amount of money, I invite you to drink."

The head catcher changed his arrogance just now, nodded and smiled flatteringly: "Hey, how dare you ask for your money? You are too polite. I am just a villain in front of you, how dare I call you an adult?"

Although he said excuses in his mouth, he still took the money into his arms without a trace.

As he said that, he turned around and cupped his hands at the swordsman, "This brother is not wearing the clothes of the noble sect. I'm so sorry for making me, a poor-sighted person, mistake a good guy for a villain."

The swordsman put the knife back into its sheath with a "shua", turned his head in an extremely shameless manner, and snorted coldly.

The man in Xuanyi said: "It's okay, my junior brother is too reckless. If the adults didn't stop me, I almost got into trouble. Speaking of it, I have to thank the adults."

The catcher laughed and said, "You are too polite."

Then he rolled his eyes, leaned close to the ear of the man in black, and said in a low voice: "Is there any important matter to be done in your family tonight? The Ruixiang Street just now was a bit uneasy."

The eyeballs meaningfully rolled around on the man in black and the swordsman, all dressed in plain black.

The man in Xuanyi said: "That's right, I'm following the order of Master to hunt down the two villains, so as not to disturb everyone's peace."

"If there is any big commotion in a while, I hope the adults will take care of it."

With that said, a bag of silver was stuffed into the head catcher's arms.

The catcher weighed it calmly, and immediately smiled with joy.

He cheerfully said: "Look at what you said, the affairs of the noble family are our affairs."

"Everyone arrests the evil, punishes the evil and promotes the good. I'm not in a hurry when I'm happy."

He patted his chest and said, "We will take care of it and no one will dare to delay your business!"

After finishing speaking, he said goodbye to the man in Xuanyi with a flattering smile, and dispersed a group of onlookers from the prostitutes with a sly look, then hugged a flower girl, and swaggered into the building.

A disciple following behind the man in Xuanyi said in a low voice: "Senior Brother Seven, that is just a small headhunter. Even the magistrate of the county has to give us three points of courtesy. Why are you so polite to him? Doesn't it seem that you are so polite? We have no face?"

The man in the black robe didn't directly answer the disciple's words, he asked instead: "What is our mission?"

The disciple was slightly startled, seeing the man in black looking at him coldly, his whole body trembled, he bowed his head and said: "Pursue Shen Lang and Wang Lianhua."

The man in Xuanyi continued: "Is your face important, or Master's important matter?"

The disciple just now realized that he had said something wrong, and tremblingly said: "Master's important matter."

The knife-like gaze of the man in Xuan Yi cut his face until he was sweating all over his head, then he retracted his gaze and started walking in the direction Shen Lang and Wang Lianhua were fleeing.

Five disciples in black followed behind him silently.

The swordsman who almost caused trouble lowered his head and walked quickly to the end of the line.

But the man in Xuanyi said coldly: "Who told you to follow?"

The swordsman muttered in a daze: "Senior Brother Seven..."

The man in black said, "Kneel down."

Without saying a word, the swordsman landed on his knees and knelt heavily in the middle of the alleyway.

"Kneel for half an hour, and then follow."

Leaving aside the cold words, the man in black led his disciples away in big strides.

The swordsman blushed with embarrassment, he didn't dare to raise his head, and he didn't dare to steal and play tricks. He complained about the punishment of the seventh senior brother.

He knelt upright in the middle of the road like a stone statue, and he was meticulous, allowing the crowd in Hualiu Lane to point and laugh at him wantonly.

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The chase between Shen Lang and Wang Lianhua is relaxed and freehand, almost playful.

In contrast, the black-clothed swordsmen under the command of the black-clothed man seemed rather embarrassed and struggling.

They ran amok among the crowded crowd, causing waves of shouting and scolding, and even a few people were smashed with vegetable leaves and eggs.

The gray and red figures in front of him appear and disappear from time to time, and they are always like a gust of wind, slipping away from under the fingertips and eyelids.

From time to time, they heard a few bickering and teasing between the two, and then took a look at the two faces that were also smiling, and the swordsmen in black felt that their lungs were about to burst with anger.

Suddenly, their eyes lit up.

The figures of Wang Lianhua and Shen Lang rushed into a temple.

Among them, the swordsman who was chasing at the front laughed loudly and said, "These two are really out of their minds, wouldn't running here just let us catch a turtle in our urn?"

As he spoke, he turned his head and glanced at the man in black clothes behind him, waiting for him to give orders.

The man in Xuanyi's gaze was like snow, he looked up at the gate of "Hongling Temple" and gave an order: "You guys guard the exit, others follow me into the temple, and we must capture Shen Lang and Wang Lianhua alive !"