The wooden arch bridge that once blocked Zhao Yunfan's way forward was like a moat, but now he easily walked through. The pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info crossed the bridge, Zhao Yunfan stood in place for a moment, and his body returned to its original state.

In the eye, there is an ordinary courtyard that looks like an ordinary house, and there is a house built of green bamboo in front of you, and the green bamboo hut has a bamboo door and two bamboo windows, but they are tightly closed.

The courtyard was deserted, lifeless, and silent, silent and gloomy. Looking at its shape, it should be the backyard of the Langhua Water Pavilion.

Zhao Yunfan didn't dare to move, for fear that there might be some strange restrictions here, he carefully observed the situation in the backyard, and after half a sound, he realized that the backyard not only seemed cold and silent, but also seemed to be missing something.

Sweeping the slightly cramped backyard one by one, Zhao Yunfan was suddenly stunned.

In front of his left hand side, there is a pond of flowers, the pool is as horizontal as a mirror, and there are a few lotus leaves floating, and there is a tattooed blue rhizome that breaks two feet out of the water, however, the rhizome is artificially broken, and only the lotus flower and lotus pod are missing. In the clear flower pond, there is also a lack of fish playing in the water.

Farther away from Zhao Yunfan, behind the flower pond, there is a row of vine trellises made up of dead branches, and under the vine trellises is a lonely gray clay pot that is deeply embedded in the ground.

On Zhao Yunfan's right, there was a deep pit the size of a foot in the damp and soft mud of the backyard, and a large area of rotten fallen leaves was scattered around it. Depending on the situation, there should have been a big tree rooted in this deep pit, but for some reason, it was removed by the roots.

Trees of unknown species were removed by the roots, leaving behind a mess of dirt and a half-foot shack that should have been stored under the tree.

This shack is completely made up of dozens of thin pieces of bamboo, boxy, and there is nothing fancy at all. Obviously, the people who built it didn't put much effort into it, maybe they didn't have the patience or they didn't have to.

At this moment, this nest fell to the ground on its side, and there was a palm-sized food bowl not far away, and the "pet" that should inhabit it was also gone.

Zhao Yunfan swept his eyes again and saw that under the eaves of the bamboo house, there was a oval bird's nest of a few feet in size, and it could be seen that the original appearance of the bird's nest was very exquisite. The dead branches and fallen leaves used to weave the bird's nest are all meticulous and meticulous, and there are unknown flowers around it, but unfortunately they have withered under the invasion of time. Moreover, the finches have long since stopped returning to their nests.

Zhao Yunfan raised his feet and moved, the surface of his feet was deep in the soft mud, he paused, noticed that there was no vision, raised his legs again and fell, everything was the same, the backyard was still cold and silent.

Zhao Yunfan, who was relieved, walked forward slowly, carefully looked at the backyard that should have been angry, and finally confirmed that this place was unremarkable, there was no hidden trick to hide, but there were just some "aborigines" missing.

No longer nostalgic for the lonely courtyard, Zhao Yunfan came to the back door of the bamboo house, stretched out his hand and gently pushed, and the door was opened.

A refreshing and scented breath that was different from the backyard hit his face, Zhao Yunfan took a deep breath and felt that his whole person became refreshing.

He followed the three bamboo treads up the stairs and entered the inside of the bamboo house, where he was greeted by a closed main entrance of the bamboo house. Looking back, there is a portrait of a woman hanging in the main hall, the paper scroll has been yellowed, and the appearance of the woman on the painting can not be seen clearly, only it can be seen that she is wearing a pale yellow lady's dress, without any ornaments on her body, simple and simple.

In the painting, the woman sits on a long seat, with a table in front of her, and a small amount of green smoke wafts from the incense burner on the table. The woman leaned over her cheeks and held a bamboo slip rolled into a bunch, as if reading.

The whole picture is like a window, and the scene in the painting seems to be playing out outside the house.

Sighing slightly, Zhao Yunfan retracted his gaze and looked around, there was no other furnishings. He came to the door of the west wing on the left-hand side again, and looked inside, there were one case and two seats, and three rows of bookshelves standing against the wall, but unfortunately the bookshelves and tables were empty.

Zhao Yunfan stepped into the wing room, searched carefully, and found nothing, and there was nothing to be gained, and the "clean" here was a little unusual. Helplessly, he turned around and walked to the east wing opposite.

There are more things in the east wing, there is a couch, the tulle is half covered and half hidden, and the east and west are in full bloom. There is a dressing table, inlaid on the bamboo wall, also made of bamboo pieces, the dresser has a copper mirror, a wooden comb, an eyebrow pencil... There are also long scarves for men's hair.

On one side of the wall, there are also five rows of wide wooden hangers, hanging several plain white and light red clothes, which are hung in the way of wearing sleeves, and the placket is all unfolded, the style is not gorgeous, and the clothes are equally divided into men and women.

At the end of the bed, a half-knee-high copper incense burner was placed here, and Zhao Yunfan lifted the lid of the furnace, and only white ash remained inside.

"How can there be a man and a woman living here in Daojingtian? Well... It looks like a long time ago, they left here because of something and left in a hurry. Zhao Yunfan paced in the room, and slowly muttered to himself: "Before leaving, I took away the flowers and plants in the backyard, and removed all the trees, and the pets and birds were not left, strange!" ”

Thinking about this, Zhao Yunfan pushed open the front window, wanting to see what the situation was in the front yard, and by the way, to check what the Wu family monks outside the Langhua Water Pavilion were doing now, and whether they were still guarding the wooden arch bridge at the front door.

"Squeak.." The front window of the bamboo house, which had not been opened for a long time, was pushed open by Zhao Yunfan, and then, the four eyes were facing each other, staring blankly. Zhao Yunfan's pupils shrank, he came back to his senses in an instant, and then struck with lightning, and the vitality in his body instantly condensed in his right hand and slapped out of the window.

The person who looked at him was slapped by his palm, his face was blurred with blood, the bridge of his nose collapsed, the back of his head exploded directly, and the brain slurry wrapped in half of the skull and shot out.

The water pattern sword popped out, clenched it, Zhao Yunfan stepped on the ground in the room again, and the whole person jumped out of the window, and after landing on the ground, his body did not stop, and then rushed to the left front yard.

Because there is a group of people there, Wu family monks! Because there is a three-colored butterfly with wings spread in the air, all living butterflies! Because dozens of monks of the Wu family were surrounding the butterflies, they kept making movements to drive them away. There are also dozens of monks holding long-necked jade-colored porcelain vases, collecting the white flocculent mist that is fanned out by the butterflies and butterfly wings, accompanied by flashiness!

The front yard of Langhua Water Pavilion is different from the backyard, the backyard is slightly smaller and lifeless, the front yard is open and vibrant, there are two petals in the front yard, and the flowers in the flower garden are full of strange flowers, competing to confide. There is also a cobblestone flower path that winds from the arch bridge of the main entrance of the Langhua Water Pavilion to the front of the bamboo house.

Now, however, it is being trampled and vandalized by an uninvited crowd.

Zhao Yunfan rushed forward, there was a monk of the Wu family holding a gun to block the road, he tilted his body, leaned on the ground at a forty-five degree angle to avoid this shot, and the forward speed remained unabated, and then turned his hand to sacrifice the Lan Ling lock and threw it back, wrapping around the neck of the monk of the Wu family holding the gun.

As soon as the Lan Ling lock was pulled, the sound of broken bones sounded, and the Wu family monk's spine was broken by Zhao Yunfan, and then the Lan Ling lock was pulled, and Zhao Yunfan used his strength to straighten his body.

Such a simple instantaneous kill, he stepped on the flower garden and bounced high, dodged the two waist slashing long knives, and swooped forward. The water pattern sword stabbed and slashed in the flower garden, the sword body bent and straightened again, and Zhao Yunfan's falling figure swayed forward in the air again.

In this way, more than ten zhang forward, the Wu family monk jumped into the air to intercept it. Zhao Yunfan's afterglow swept to the left side, there was a weapon on the left side, he held the water pattern sword in his right hand and reversed it to the left side, and then slashed it, and a monk of the Wu family who had lost half of his head collided with Zhao Yunfan under the effect of inertia.

The two collided and fell to the ground, and when Zhao Yunfan was about to land, he turned his back upside down, stepped on the ground with his feet sharply, and finally jumped out with strength.

He came to a sharp stop with one hand, his feet digging two deep grooves in the ground and a clear scratch. The moment he stopped retreating, he immediately turned sharply and continued to rush towards the left front yard.

However, he had time to delay in changing his direction at this time, and his speed was also affected. The more than 100 monks present in the Wu family are all in the Casting Body Realm, and their reaction speed is not much slower than him, even if there is a big gap in their movement speed, they are still in a small space, and they make up for it with the number of people.

At this time, Zhao Yunfan was surrounded by Wu family monks who were gradually closing the encirclement, and there were at least seven or eight people on the left and right sides, and there were more than ten Wu family monks blocking the road in front, and the rear was even more unknown, and the footsteps were messy.

What's more, there was also a Wu family monk who jumped into the air for more than three zhang and threw a black spear at Zhao Yunfan.

Zhao Yunfan saw the three-colored butterflies dancing in the air, as well as the wisps of white floating mist waving out between the flapping of their wings.

His face was full of determination, his eyes flashed with a fierce gaze, he didn't need to know how the Wu family monk could break into the Langhua Water Pavilion so quickly, he only knew that he had to grab the stray butterflies, and he couldn't let the Wu family monk collect all the accompanying flashiness, and then exit the Langhua Water Pavilion safely. In this way, Yun Huanhuan's life will definitely be buried in his hands.

Therefore, Zhao Yunfan did not dodge or dodge, his speed did not decrease but increased, and he swung the water pattern sword in front of him and rushed forward, and in an instant, he crashed into the crowd in front of him.

With a breath, the water-patterned sword slashed flatly, swinging a long stick, castration was not weak, cutting open the chest of a Wu family monk in the front row, and then drawing a deep wound on the face of another Wu family monk, the crack on the face was connected to the mouth, and the mouth and skull were looming.

The water pattern sword was thrown back, Zhao Yunfan's empty door was opened, and a red long stick was smashed, he turned his head sideways to avoid the vital point, the long stick reached his body, and his left shoulder immediately collapsed into a liquid state.

In the second breath, Zhao Yunfan followed the long stick to give him the strength on his body, and the water pattern sword in his right hand was raised, accurately jamming the tip of a black spear that shot at him. With a sweep of his left hand, the spear changed hands, and then he stabbed the front stab and stabbed the Wu monk holding the long stick in the abdomen.

After three breaths, Zhao Yunfan's short body suddenly straightened, and a pair of deep footprints were printed on the damp ground of the flower garden, and he had already grabbed the black spear in his hand, and jumped into the air against the Wu family monk who had been broken in the abdomen.

Just as he jumped into the air, a monk on the right had already been pierced into his body by his sword, and he followed the momentum of the leap and directly cut his abdomen. On the right side, because he jumped into the air early, he dodged a wide-headed ghost-headed knife that slashed down. However, he didn't have time to take care of his back, and was hit in the back by a real punch from a Wu family monk.

Four breaths, Zhao Yunfan half-fell and half-rushed forward with a black spear in his hand, and the water-patterned sword swung continuously, and his body kept shaking from side to side during the collision, in order to swing away the threat and avoid the vital point.

Even so, his left arm, right wrist, front abdomen, back of neck, and ankle were all attacked with varying degrees of injury.

Five breaths, Zhao Yunfan rushed forward like this, and after rushing forward seven or eight feet, the spear in his hand was slammed, slightly heavier. He knew that the front part of the spear was once again strung by him with a Wu family monk.

The two Wu family monks strung on the black spears had never died, but they could only watch Zhao Yunfan retreat against them, different from Zhao Yunfan's water spirit body, at this moment, they had been destroyed by the severe pain from their bodies, destroying the fighting spirit in their hearts.

Six breaths, as soon as he raised his hand, Zhao Yunfan stabbed the spear in his hand obliquely to the ground, the front of the spear reached the ground, just like a "pole vault", he directly high in the air, and pulled it out, and the black spear was pulled out by him. Leave two Wu family monks who are stacked on top of each other to cover their abdomen and keep coughing up blood.

Seven breaths, Zhao Yunfan held a black spear in his left hand and a water pattern sword in his right hand, drawing an extremely exaggerated parabola in the air, and he was close enough to the flower garden on the left side of the front yard.

Eight breaths, the black spear was thrown by Zhao Yunfan in the air to the left flower garden, and the spear slashed over everyone's heads like a black streamer, directly nailing a Wu family monk holding a jade-colored porcelain vase to the ground.

Nine breaths, in the horrified eyes of many Wu family monks, Zhao Yunfan scooped his hands in the air and held the butterflies of all beings in his palm. After he landed, he raised his foot and kicked a close Wu family monk, and the water pattern sword shook his hand, throwing a head on the neck of a Wu family monk.

Like a wolf entering a flock, Zhao Yunfan killed these Wu family monks who were unprepared for battle and still held a jade-colored porcelain vase in their hands, which was extremely simple. In fact, since he jumped out of the window to this moment, it has only been more than ten breaths, and these Wu family monks have no time to put away the jade-colored porcelain bottle in their hands, and because Anran recycles the jade-colored porcelain bottle in his hand that can hold the accompanying flashiness, the techniques and procedures are too complicated.

Ten breaths, killed more than a dozen Wu family monks, after clearing an area, Zhao Yunfan rushed a few steps and stepped on the black spear that was still standing on the ground. The black spear bent hard, and Zhao Yunfan rebounded with strength, stabbing obliquely, and soaring.

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