Dress like a villain in the palm of your hand

After less than a month since Ye Yungu left, Luo Wenxin, Ji Sheng, and Yunxiu finally arrived in Yangzhou a few days ago.

At first, he really rode Xiao Xuehua by himself, but each person and the horse have exactly the same temperament. The little pony Xuehua is also a delicate one. After a long time, he needs to eat and drink, and his tail flicks. I was so tired and paralyzed.

Eat as you please, and prefer juicy ruddy apples, don't drink non-clear stream water, and are as delicate and difficult to serve as the master.

In order to go faster, and because Luo Wenxin was new to riding a horse, when he arrived at a town, he got a carriage.

Just arrived in Yangzhou the day before yesterday, and received an unsigned letter at the city gate guard. Ji Sheng recognized it was Meng Qiao's handwriting, and immediately rode to a village on the outskirts of the city to meet Lu and Meng. After being exhausted by boats and cars, Yunxiu first took Luo Wenxin into the city to have a rest.

Right now, Luo Wenxin is sitting upright in the private room on the second floor of the Jixiang Building, looking into the distance from top to bottom.

After the refreshments were served, the Xiao Er who came up gave him an extra look.

I saw the young man in front of me was slender, wearing a veiled hat, covered with tulle, only a small piece of fair skin and delicate chin could be vaguely seen, even so, it was worth people stopping to look at him more.

Yunxiu opened the door and went out. Just as she was about to go downstairs, she saw a man in a black robe with a sword walking straight towards the private room.

The two looked at each other, and both paused.

"You're taking the liberty." The man in black robe looked at him for a moment, then cupped his hands and said, "I see that young master in the private room is very familiar, I wonder if I can meet him?"

Yunxiu smiled.

He had heard a lot of reasons for striking up a conversation like this, but he didn't expect that the man in front of him, who seemed to be a gentleman of the school, actually said the same thing, how shameless?

Dang even said with a smile: "I see you are familiar, why don't young heroes tell me a story first?"

This man is Xiao Shu.He saw Luo Wenxin's carriage from outside the city, and followed him all the way from the wine shop.

It's just that Yunxiu seldom deals with these "decent children", so Xiao Shu didn't recognize that Ye in front of him is Yun Gu's direct descendant.

At this time, he only knew that the person inside was Luo Wenxin, and he was very anxious. Seeing the frivolous man in front of him, who seemed to be indifferent, he immediately became angry, and suppressed his anger, saying: "That young master is my old friend, I am looking for him. He has more than three months, and now we can see each other, please—"

"What a coincidence!" Yunxiu knocked on her hand with the handle of her fan, showing a dazed look, "I've been looking for the young master for more than three months, why don't I go to the next door to talk about it?"

Xiao Shu looked completely cold.

He walked around Yunxiu, raised his leg and was about to go in, but a hand was put on his shoulder, he dodged to dodge, and a sharp iron fan followed closely.This time he no longer cared about etiquette, the green sword drew out of its sheath, and hit the man's iron fan.

Yunxiu lowered her eyebrows and recognized the pattern on the hilt of his sword, "So it's Mr. Xiao Lou Wai Lou, who am I, why are you so angry!"

But at three o'clock in the afternoon, a circle of people surrounded the open space in front of the Jixiang Building.

This was originally a arena where occasionally there were craftsmen performing arts, but now there are several men fighting fiercely here.

Seeing these people's agility and extraordinary moves, the surrounding audience knew that these people must not be ordinary Jianghu people, so they scattered spontaneously to make room for these people.

It was Yunxiu and the others.

Yunxiu originally used the silver bone fan to fight with Xiao Shu, but she lost a little bit of the wind. With the cloud-piercing gait, she could barely cope, but a middle-aged man with a scimitar came out from nowhere, and the two of them fought together. Faced with him, Yunxiu was invincible and retreated steadily.

Fortunately, I heard a horse neighing in the distance, and a figure jumped over from the red horse in the distance. It seemed that a male voice said "Be careful" behind him. Yunxiu blocked the next blow.

This person was Meng Qiao who had arrived here on horseback, and behind him telling him to be careful was Lu Qi who was with him.

Under the protection of Lu Qi, Meng Qiao has been recovering from his wounds for more than two months. He is now very well, and his skills are even stronger than before. As soon as he joined, the scimitar in the middle-aged man's hand was immediately sent flying.

But he didn't back away, only to see that "middle-aged man" threw the broken knife and pulled out a long sword from his sleeve, the lake green saber flashed, it was the No.15 style in "Bi Liu Sword Art" .

This No.15 move is the last move of the Bi Liu Sword, and it has never been passed on to outsiders, but this person is so proficient in it——

Master Lingyue's reputation is well known in Jianghu, and his sword and sword moves are not difficult to distinguish.

Immediately, someone shouted out from the crowd, "It's Jiang Zhishen from the Nanshan Sword School!"

It seems that after Jiang Zhishen's appearance was destroyed, he covered his face with a gun, and in order to hide it, he took a machete to cover it up, pretending to be an ordinary middle-aged man.

For a moment, the four of them fought together.

There were many people from the rivers and lakes who gathered in Yangzhou in the crowd, and they saw that the two men who fought with Jiang Zhishen were both exquisite in martial arts. Soon, some people also recognized the man in white who was wielding an iron fan and walking lightly and ghostly. Yunxiu, the direct disciple of the owner of Yunyun Valley.

And the black-robed man who wielded the sword was Xiao Shu, the eldest disciple of Louwailou who was poisoned after the Gusu Heroes Meeting half a year ago and disappeared.

What's even more surprising is that the one wielding the black scimitar turned out to be Meng Qiao who, together with Ji Sheng, made a big fuss in Qiongzhou's Beiyang Palace!

In less than a stick of incense time, the arena was full of people standing inside and outside, and the surrounding world was impenetrable.

In today's martial arts world, there are no more than one hand can count the number of people who are worthy of the name, but today they are all gathered together!

Even if someone speculated that the martial arts conference was approaching, these people were going to Jiaxing.

But which gust of wind blew them over and made them gather in Yangzhou?

But right now I don't have time to think about it...

The flashes of swords and swords on the ring dazzled everyone. This posture was almost the same as that of a martial arts conference!

There was a lot of noise outside, but Luo Wenxin was enjoying himself despite being separated by a door and window.

He sat in the private room, and after eating two pieces of dragon beard crisps and drinking a cup of tea, he felt a little sleepy. He rested his head on his right hand and squinted his eyes for a while. The man broke in through the window and was about to hold his hand.

Luo Wenxin blinked, neither dodged nor dodged, waited for the man to grab him, and then slowly put a fresh ring on him.

Ever since Luo Wenxin wore that straw ring and agreed to his marriage proposal that day, Ji Sheng seemed to have fallen in love with this thing.

I made up countless of them, and now they still look good. Today, I don’t know where to search for half a mountain, but there is still a little bit of fragrance.

Luo Wen was about to sniff it, but he didn't move his hand.

The man squeezed his hand and brought it to his mouth, touched it with his tongue as if tasting it, then raised his eyes to look at him, "Dragon Beard Crisp?"

Luo Wenxin's face turned red again.

Half a stack of dragon beard crisps was clearly still on the table, so you could see it at a glance, but he insisted on licking it like this, and then asked him again.

Luo Wenxin pursed her lips to look at him, and said deliberately, "That's not it."

Ji Sheng bent his knees in front of him, and leaned over while holding his neck, approaching his lips, and said very curiously, "Taste and you'll know."

"..."

Luo Wenxin was only touched by him once, and it took a lot of effort to escape, and he was not allowed to kiss outside.

The two quarreled for a while, just when they were blushing and short of breath, Luo Wenxin remembered something again, and hurriedly said, "Yunxiu is gone."

"He's downstairs." Ji Sheng squeezed his hand, rubbing the tender flesh of his fingertips for a while, without raising his head, "Meng Qiao and Lu Qi are also here."

"Really?"

Luo Wenxin hadn't seen Meng Qiao and Lu Qi for a long time, she was so happy, she opened the window and looked out.

Looking at it, he saw the situation in the open space not far away.

Luo Wenxin's eyes widened.

Isn't the figure wrestling with the two of them the same as Meng Qiao and Yunxiu?

Although the two of them looked like they were not at a disadvantage, the two people on the opposite side were threatening to move.

Luo Wenxin immediately became anxious, and hurriedly patted Ji Sheng's shoulder, "Look over there! Yunxiu and Meng Qiao are fighting with someone!"

Why did they start fighting again in the blink of an eye——

Ji Sheng glanced over there, fixed his eyes for a few seconds, then turned his head, "Meng Qiao and the others can handle it, and with Lu Qi by their side, they won't suffer."

Seeing that Luo Wenxin still looked worried, he pinched his cheek comfortingly, "If there is danger, I will take action naturally, don't worry."

Shen Mu stood in the center of the crowd with a gloomy expression.

Seeing that the senior brother and Jiang Zhishen, together, are even close to a tie with Meng Qiao and the half-baked Yunxiu of Ye Yungu——

He couldn't help but think of his broken arm again, and he felt extremely resentful.

He let out a sigh of relief, raised his eyes and looked up, and his eyes were fixed there.

——In fact, this two-story building is not too high, and the beauty is really eye-catching. It is an unforgettable beauty after seeing it once.

Probably due to the gradual recovery of the disease, the boy's complexion is now more vibrant than when he first met half a year ago. Because of his innocent and naive temperament, he only concealed it a little bit, not so much like a ostentatious peony , more like a warm lily.

It's just that this beauty was firmly held in the palm of another person. He held his face, kissed him openly, without any shyness, and clasped his fingers tightly.

Shen Mu stared blankly at the two, and when he recognized the side face of the tall man, the turbid air in his chest immediately turned into a monstrous resentment.

He is not dead?

Ji Sheng didn't die! ?

There seemed to be a turbulent wave in his chest, Shen Mu froze on the spot, as if struck by lightning.

Before he could react, his hand was faster than his heart, and when he turned his wrist, a few silver needles appeared in his palm.

He used to be the most shameless in using hidden weapons, but now that his left hand is useless, he has to rely on such indiscriminate kung fu to navigate the world.

With a wave of his wide sleeves, three streaks of silver light went straight towards the man.

Shen Mu naturally didn't expect this mere hidden weapon to kill him, but there are rumors in the world that Ji Sheng defeated thousands of elite soldiers with one person, even if he didn't die, his skill should be greatly reduced. As long as this silver needle can hurt him even a little, it can...

The man raised his eyebrows, and the black scimitar came out of its sheath automatically, blocking the several silver needles.

Yinzhen went back the same way, with several times stronger force than before, it plunged into the wooden stake in front of the ring, smashing the low wooden stake in an instant.

The sudden turn of events not only shocked Shen Mu, but also shocked the surrounding audience, and all looked in the direction of the force.

Everyone in the room is more or less proficient in martial arts, so they can tell that this energy is abnormally strong, and he is probably a top master.

But today everyone has seen enough excitement, Meng Qiao, Yunxiu, Xiao Shu, Jiang Zhishen and others have all appeared in this little Yangzhou Jixiang Building, probably no one will be too surprised to see another one, unless you tell me Ji Sheng back from the dead—

I saw sawdust flying all over the sky, and a scimitar was already out of its sheath. The blade was slender and glowing with silver light, full of ghosts and ghosts.

Everyone knows Duan Hun's name, but there are very few who have actually seen it. Unfortunately, Yangzhou has been very lively these days, and among the people present, some of them have really seen it.

There was silence for a long while, and someone made a ghostly cry, "It's Ji Cheng—this thief, he, he, he is not dead!"