Mu Xueyin

A semi-new official road winds through the forest, and the end of the road is the majestic Dongling City.

When Sun Xiaoju arrived at the pavilion ten miles away from the city, he entered it and rested for a while.

A faint smell of smoke and dust permeated the surroundings.The passing passengers were in a hurry, and the horses pulling the carts pouted even more, digging up a dense cloud of dust on the official road.Passengers on the road couldn't avoid it, and let the dust get on their bodies, but they didn't curse, they just looked at the carriage with hatred in their eyes.

The Du family is in Dongling City, in a place called Liu'er Lane in the south of the city.

It was noon when Sun Xiaoju reached the city.He has traveled all the way here, and he is already disgraced.When the soldiers at the city gate saw him, they guessed that he must be a beggar coming to the city to beg.Sun Xiaoju has suffered from the eyes of his peers since he was a child, and he has long been at ease with it, so he thanked him repeatedly, and then went to the city with a low eyebrow.

Stepping on the wide street paved with square bluestone slabs, looking at the bustling crowd in the city, Sun Xiaoju suddenly felt at a loss.

At this time, in broad daylight, it is impossible to go to assassinate Du Zhen.Besides, they don't know where Du Zhen is in Liu'er Lane, and even Liu'er Lane doesn't know where in Dongling City.

Sun Xiaoju pondered for a while, then found a wine shop to inquire about the news.

Sitting down by the window on the second floor, Sun Xiaoju ordered some common snacks and a pot of sake. His mind was not on this at all, so he just ate at random.

Looking at the scene of heavy traffic on the street outside the window, Sun Xiaoju once again fell into confusion.

Tonight, I will be here, regardless of my own life, to assassinate a... person I have never met before?Thinking of this, he felt his heart tremble.

"Go kill, or be killed!" But the old man's voice rang out involuntarily.

The old man's voice was so loud when he said that dry joke, and when he thought of it now, there was a "buzzing" in his ears.

As soon as Sun Xiaoju closed his eyes, the dazzling silver and white spear flowers seemed to appear in his eyes again.

After an unknown amount of time, his heart suddenly trembled, and he took a step back almost subconsciously, and at the same time his right hand was inserted into his left sleeve.

Just across from this wine table, there was a person standing at some point.

The visitor was about forty years old, wearing a Tsing Yi, his facial features looked very ordinary, but when he looked closely, there was a feeling of indistinctness.It's just that there was an unconcealable tiredness between his brows and eyes.

Sun Xiaoju stared at his straight waist for a while, then frowned slightly and asked, "Are you also a martial artist?"

The man in Tsing Yi sighed, then laughed at himself, saying: "I wish I wasn't."

"In that case, I will ask you something." Sun Xiaoju withdrew his hand from his sleeve, pointed to the stool and said, "Please sit down."

The man in Tsing Yi passed the stool by the table and sat down carelessly, while the sharp-eyed Xiaoer had already brought a pair of bowls and chopsticks.

The man in Tsing Yi glanced at the jug of sake on the table, then lost interest and said, "Sake like this is really what my children like. For those of us who practice martial arts, it's better to have some strong wine. What do you think, little brother?"

Although it was an inquiry, but the waiter had already sent two jars of spirits.

The man in Tsing Yi opened the mud seal on the mouth of the altar, and handed over an altar.

Sun Xiaoju frowned, and reached out to take it.He only took a small sip, and felt his entire mouth was burning hot.On the other hand, the man in Tsing Yi held the jar of spirits and drank heavily.

"Do you know Liu'er Lane in this city..."

"Happy!" Sun Xiaoju wanted to ask about the situation of Liu Erxiang and Du Zhen, but was interrupted by the man in Tsing Yi. He was unhappy, but seeing the man in Tsing Yi put down the wine jar, he continued, "Little brother , let me give you a piece of advice, your murderous intent is too strong, if you don't hide it, you may be easily spotted by your enemies."

When Sun Xiaoju heard it, he woke up suddenly. He subconsciously looked at himself, and after a while he muttered, "Why didn't I notice it?"

The man in Tsing Yi laughed, then picked up a chopstick, and said to Sun Xiaoju: "We martial arts practitioners pay attention to making friends through martial arts. Since the two of us are destined to meet here, I will use this chopstick to greet my little brother." Ask for advice, I hope you will not refuse."

Sun Xiaoju shook his head and said, "No need, I'm not in the mood right now."

"You..." The man in Tsing Yi was at a loss for words, and after a while he said helplessly, "If that's the case, then that's all."

But the chopsticks in his hand still pierced towards Sun Xiaoju's wrist, and with the circulation of his inner breath, the little chopsticks were like sharp swords.One inadvertent, is the end of the flesh and blood.Almost subconsciously, Sun Xiaoju greeted him with the chopsticks in his hand, and with only a light pressure, he blocked the fierce blow.

"Okay!" The man in Tsing Yi flicked, and the chopsticks slid out again, stabbing Sun Xiaoju's wrist again.The two of them started fighting across the wine table, the man in Tsing Yi opened and closed his arms wide and wide, as if he was playing with a big gun, sticking or poking, fierce and swift, almost without any pretentiousness ; and the chopsticks in Sun Xiaoju's hands, whether pointing or stabbing, often found a chance of survival in extreme dangers, and his fighting style was as if he was holding a dagger in his hand. The look of wanting to die together forced the man in Tsing Yi to return to defense.

After fighting for a while, the man in Tsing Yi deliberately made an opening, but Sun Xiaoju was really unwilling to let go, and stabbed at him with a "swipe" sound of chopsticks in his hand.This blow was fast and ruthless, much faster than when the two were fighting just now, even though the man in Tsing Yi was prepared, he still fell into danger.He originally had a lot of backhands, but Sun Xiaoju's attack speed was much faster than before, and these backhands were suddenly unable to continue.In desperation, the man in Tsing Yi had no choice but to put his chopsticks back, barely blocking Sun Xiaoju's blow.But Sun Xiaoju won the upper hand after a hard fight, how could he let it go, he groaned, and the chopsticks in his hand struck out again and again, faster than lightning, the sound of whistling in the field came one after another, the shadow of the chopsticks in the sky was erratic and unpredictable, and in a split second It covered several large holes on the hands of the man in Tsing Yi.

The man in Tsing Yi's trick to lure the enemy was self-defeating, and instead put himself in danger.Just one inadvertent move, and the whole game is lost.In desperation, he heard him stop drinking, and his breath immediately overflowed in the arena, all the dishes and pots on the wine table were turned into powder, and the room was filled with a choking smell of alcohol.The chopsticks in the hands of the man in Tsing Yi also completely abandoned his defense, and swung out in an instant, rushing in like waves, but he wanted to fight back with attack against attack.

The aura of the man in Tsing Yi rose suddenly following the shout, and Sun Xiaoju felt as if he was facing a majestic mountain, but at this moment the arrow was on the string and he had to shoot.And the sword handles he had learned were originally desperate fights to fight for a chance of life in extreme danger. Once the intention to retreat was born, it was time to die.He gritted his teeth fiercely, and the inner breath poured out, and the little chopstick went even more hastily.

It was originally a sparring between friends through martial arts, but in the blink of an eye, it became a deadlock for both sides.

Then there was a sharp hiss of metal and iron in the field, and Sun Xiaoju stood there with a face ashen, the chopstick in his hand had already been reduced to dust.It was the man in Tsing Yi who attacked with attack, but what he attacked was not Sun Xiaoju's wrist, but the chopstick in his hand.

Although they are just ordinary wooden chopsticks, but under the infusion of inner energy, they are already as strong as steel, almost no different from ordinary swords.

However, love cannot be extreme, but rigidity is easy to break.

And this chopstick is the most rigid part of the field. After being crushed by the man in Tsing Yi, Sun Xiaoju was immediately severely injured under the pull of Qi, and a mouthful of blood rushed to his throat. He wanted to spurt, but he held back .

The man in Tsing Yi gently put the chopsticks in his hand on the table, and sighed: "Little master...brother, you like the risky tactics of soldiers. This kind of attack that hurts both the enemy and ourselves is really fierce. Put yourself in a dangerous situation first. Only then can you put yourself to death and come back to life, and use all your energy to find a chance of survival from the desperate situation. If you encounter an opponent of equal strength, this style of play will naturally have a big advantage. Even a slightly stronger opponent can fight evenly. But when you meet a strong enemy, you will lose in a mess, and what you lose is your life."

He turned around and walked downstairs, seeing Sun Xiaoju still standing there in a daze, he said, "Liu'er Lane is just to the south of the city, if you want to go, wait until dark. If we are destined, we will meet again At that time, I hope that you, little brother..."

The man in Tsing Yi swallowed suddenly, and only muttered: "If you can afford it, you must also be able to put it down."

"What did you say?" Sun Xiaoju came back to his senses and asked hastily.

But the man in Tsing Yi left very quickly and had long since disappeared.