In the early morning of the next day, Lingfeng City seemed very depressed, while Poluo City was very lively, I don't know which long tongue spread the news of the death of the four major bullies of Lingfeng City early in the morning, and told the assassination process to .lā like a story

This hour has been transformed into at least three versions, one of which is widely circulated is that a black-clothed knight was in a black sword last night, with a treacherous figure, and entered Lingfeng City in a few flashes, when the four bullies were drinking and talking, and the wine banquet was extravagant, at this time, the chivalrous man suddenly stood on the wall, the sword light was cold, and his eyes were even more palpitating, and the four bullies were oppressed by the momentum of the chivalrous man and did not dare to raise his head. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The chivalrous man counted the crimes of these four people, and finally shouted for the heavens, and the four sword lights flashed, and the four bullies were corpsed on the spot! Sha Lao, the chief steward of Lingfeng City, was so angry that he killed four characters in one night on his territory, isn't this equivalent to letting people on their necks? But even he was helpless!

In order to increase the authenticity of this version of the story, there are even servants of the Gao family who appear to say that this must be confirmed. For a while, everyone was afraid of being fast.

People in the world always expect heroes, they don't like to be oppressed or even oppressed, but there are always people who want to oppress others, these people are either rich and powerful, or powerful, and bully the weak masses with their own merits.

At first, they may resist, but when the leader is killed, the consciousness of shooting the first bird is deeply implanted in the hearts of everyone, one wants to come out of the other, and the other wants to come out of the other, so that no one will come out again, and the servility of people will also be cultivated.

Of course, this kind of servility cannot be completely denied, the world always needs some servile people, with their existence, the world will become a lot more peaceful, everyone who wants to be the first in the world will fight, and the battle will shed blood.

There will be a moment when servility will be released, that is, the people who oppress them are dead, killed by the heroes they think about day and night, they will be happy, and even make a big disclosure, but that's all, if another bully comes at this time, they just need to sit there, who dares to talk more!

Due to the spread of this matter, the identity of Jing Xian's assassination star killer has not attracted much attention, and in their eyes, it seems that the hero is more important, as for whether he is a demon or not, it will be calculated separately when he bullies him.

So people began to have a name in their mouths: Black Sword.

The black sword is, of course, to describe the sword in Jing Xian's hand, and no one knows Jing Xian's exact identity, so he has to use his weapon as his code name. Jing Xian didn't know, the original code name of the sword head was no longer important to him, and now everyone only knew the black sword, and they didn't know the sword head.

Jing Xian, who is the party concerned, is now recuperating in a low house in Lingfeng City, this house is not inhabited, Jing Xian found that there was a thick layer of dust here when he broke in last night, and he was injured at that time, and he couldn't care about it, so he had to lie down indiscriminately.

By the time Jing Xian woke up, the sunlight outside the door had already poured in, and a ray of light shot right on his head, roasting it awake.

There were traces of people moving around in the room, and there was even a bowl of soup on the table next to him, Jing Xian sat up like a spring, but because of the excessive movement, his shoulder was on the edge of the bed, he didn't have anything to do, he could only hear a cry of pain from inside the bed, and then a woman's voice came from outside......

Jing Xian was immediately blindsided, didn't he clearly see anyone here yesterday, why did he wake up with someone now? He hadn't reached the point where he wanted to kill people, he just couldn't understand some things, patted his head and sat up, causing pain in his chest, and he couldn't help but take a hard breath.

"Oh, little brother has a painful wound, come on, this bowl of soup is made by the old man, take a look and drink it!" A woman of about fifty years old walked in at the door, she wiped the water stains on her hands, and greeted Jing Xian, took down the soup on the table, and held it in front of Jing Xian.

She didn't bother with her house, but came to feed herself medicine, and when Jing Xian looked up at the woman, the sun was falling on her head, and the wisps of light seemed to emanate from the back of her head, making her satisfied smile look warm.

Jing first lowered his head and took a sip, and then took it again, and drank it himself, he didn't doubt anything, if people wanted to kill him, he would have no life at this moment! The woman saw that Jing Xian had taken the bowl, so she got up and went to help his wife.

"You dead old man, tell you not to sleep all day long, and don't listen to me, look at it, the bed has collapsed......"

Burst!

Originally, it was the woman who made fun of her wife's words, but she didn't care about Jing Xian beside her, and the latter heard such joking words and directly squirted out a mouthful of decoction, spraying seven colors of light in the sun.

"Oh, let the little brother laugh, the old body and his wife want to come like this, the place of strength, please don't be weird!" The woman's old face was slightly red, and while explaining, she patted the dust on her body for her wife, everything seemed so quiet and beautiful.

Jing Xian was a little stunned, twenty or thirty years later, will he and Duanmurui be in this situation? Although people have become older, their feelings for each other have been strong for a long time, which is more important than everything!

"Little brother, do you miss your sweetheart?" The woman turned around to accept Jing Xian's bowl, but found the longing and longing in Jing Xian's eyes, as a person who came over, how could she not experience this kind of look, she and her wife are also friends since childhood, and Jing Xian's mind at this age is familiar, and she can't help but say something ridiculous.

When Jing Xian heard this, his old face suddenly turned red, and his expression was very embarrassed.

"Haha, little brother, don't be shy, seeing that your age is sixteen or seventeen, the old man will shout at you as a virtuous nephew. I said virtuous nephew, I think I was your age back then, and your aunt's family looked down on me at that time, so I couldn't give up, I snatched your aunt over! Haha! cough cough!" The old man walked in front of Jing Xian and said angrily.

When the woman heard this, she was ashamed, her face was red, and she beat the old man's chest and whispered, "Dead old man, old and improper, what are you doing with your children!"

"What can't be said, you have been married to me for so many years, I Liu Changqing has nothing else, but there is always a wife who can boast, we loved so hard back then, why am I not allowed to say it! It's just that I have suffered you Yun'er, I haven't made you happy all these years, and I have suffered all the hardships with my old man......"

"What did you say! I told you not to say such a thing, why did you bring it up again, I followed you voluntarily, since I followed you, I don't know what bitterness is, my days are sweet!" The woman's face was unhappy, but the words that came out of her mouth were very heartwarming.

Jing Xian was like a light bulb at this time, and he couldn't go, and he didn't go.

"Eh, what are you crying about, old woman, I said back then that I wouldn't make you cry in this life, didn't you slap my old face?"

"Remember, okay, don't cry, don't cry......"

Jing Xian let out a long breath, looking at this old couple with envy, thinking that they would never know what the bitterness of separation was, even if someone wanted to forcibly break it up, the uncle would not allow it. Jing Xian seemed to be moved by the spirit of the old man, and the idea of taking Duanmurui back became even stronger!