"You forced me, and I don't want to!" Lin Wan'er kept shouting "I'm sorry", but she didn't stop at her feet, and beckoned to Pan Meimei.

Pan Meimei finally couldn't hold on, let go of her hands, and knocked her brows on the stone without paying attention, fainting.

Everyone continued to move forward under the leadership of Zhao Jianchen, and the officers and soldiers in the prison did not dare to move forward, so they separated from the left and right, and naturally divided into a passage, and the sweet potatoes and jade treasures behind the palace walked cautiously at the end.

The group gradually disappeared at the end of the prison and disappeared into the night.

Lin Wan'er remembered that Chen Nuonuo had said that she had to escape from Xuanwu Gate, but she couldn't go directly to Xuanwu Gate, because there would be an ambush along the way, and only by making a detour could she avoid everyone.

So the whole team walked in the opposite direction slowly and orderly, Lin Wan'er was worried that Xiao Xingxing would cry, so she turned her head from time to time to check on Xiao Xingxing, Xiao Xingxing not only did not cry or make trouble, but grinned at her.

"You, you really have a big heart, you don't care about anything, and you still have the heart to laugh at such a juncture." Lin Wan'er's tone was slightly reproachful, but everyone could hear the doting.

Suddenly, Zhao Jianchen, who was walking in the front, stopped, his hands that had been hanging naturally were staggered in front of him, his eyes narrowed slightly, looking at the endless street, a gust of wind blew, blowing the corners of his clothes, and the breath in his body told him to run, and he went three thousand miles, unimpeded, and the whole person seemed to have become a sharp sword.

From Lin Wan'er's point of view, Zhao Jianchen at this time did have a bit of a grandmaster's demeanor: "What's the matter, Old Zhao." Is there a situation? ”

Lin Wan'er will have a nickname for people who are familiar with it, such as Li Mubai is called Lao Bai, and Song Duanwu next door is called Lao Song. The older ones are all referred to as the old man.

"Old Zhao?" Zhao Jianchen's smooth and unhindered breath suddenly became blocked, and his blood was churning, and people who practiced martial arts were most taboo when his breath was interrupted.

He glanced down at Lin Wan'er, and his displeasure was clearly expressed in his tone: "Who is Lao Zhao?" ”

Lin Wan'er, who was still holding her breath and staring at the end of the street, didn't hear the irony. explained: "It's you, Lao Zhao, is there another master?" ”

She often misses her invincible state in the splendid world of Xiliang. If he can still be like that now, he will definitely cut from Xuanwu Gate to Suzaku Gate with a watermelon knife in one hand, and then cut back to Xuanwu Gate from Suzaku Gate. Kill it three in and three out. If she doesn't cut the watermelon knife and roll the blade, she won't stop, but her wish is very full, and the reality is very thin, she can only hide behind the master, show her head, and ask stupidly - is there another master?

"There are masters, and there are two." Zhao Jianchen no longer bothered with the title. Stretching out his hand, he didn't know where a simple sword flew into his hand. This sword is very short and not sharp, but it matches Zhao Jianchen very well, like his arm.

Lin Wan'er watched it for a long time, and finally found out the reason why the two were very compatible, because both of them were very ...... Black, Zhao Jianchen is a standard black-faced man, and the body of that quaint sword is also a different kind of black.

Looking up at the end of the street, two figures walked slowly, looking from a distance, the two of them went up and down, it seemed to be caused by the unevenness of the road, and when the two approached, Lin Wan'er found that both of them only had one leg, one used a long sword as a crutch, and the other had a weird-shaped Yue tied to the end of his short legs, which looked extremely ridiculous.

But Zhao Jianchen didn't smile, it was a pair of extremely attentive combinations, the one who used the long sword was the first of the ten dead soldiers, and the one who used the Yue was himself, the long sword was the foundation of the Sword Pavilion, and it was also the key to Skynet, and the Yue was the best weapon for assassination.

Yubao and sweet potato can't deal with A, but against Ji, who is good at assassination, the two children are immature, and it is difficult to get benefits, this is really an unwonderful scene, even if he and the two children drag Jia and Ji, what should the Lin family and his party do?

It would be nice if there was a master of Xiliang, thinking of this, Zhao Jianchen glanced up at the black night sky, and suddenly two gusts of wind blew, and three people came to the scene in an instant.

"Uncle Kobayashi and I came to take the Lin family away, and there will be Uncle Lao Bantian here." Xu Yunfeng glanced at Baoyu, who was safe and sound, smiled slightly, and gave a comforting look.

The ingenious Xu Yunfeng has long called Sakata Gintoki and Kobayashi Koichi as his uncle, and the screams are sweeter than Zheng Tuo, and Sakata Gintoki is very useful for this, but Kobayashi Koichi always can't help frowning, but in front of Zheng Tuo, Sakata Gintoki doesn't say a good word about Xu Yunfeng, but Kobayashi Koyi always makes pertinent evaluations.

Sakata Gintoki scratched his messy silver hair, and said lazily with you: "Hurry up, don't affect this Sword Saint to eliminate violence and peace, and benefit the people." ”

The others didn't feel anything when they listened, but Zhao Jianchen frowned, feeling extremely disgusted, how narcissistic a person can be to put such a title as Sword Saint on his lips, and he was a little embarrassed at random, and he didn't often talk about the main pavilion master of Yushu Lingfeng, it turned out to be so disgusting.

Xu Yunfeng was in front, and Kobayashi Guangyi, who had bad eyes, was on the side, escorting the Lin family and his party away.

Zhao Jianchen and Sakata Gintoki stood side by side on the spot, and across from them stood Jia and Ji, among the ten dead.

Sakata Gintoki pressed one hand on the hilt of the wooden sword, stretched out his hand and pointed to the armor of the long sword on the opposite side: "It seems that this guy seems to have the ability, so he belongs to me." ”

"No, the internal affairs of my Shushan Sword Pavilion should be handled by the inside of my Shushan Sword Pavilion, and I don't need others." Zhao Jianchen shook his head and said.

The two met once in Xiliang Wangfu, and because of some small misunderstandings, they fought with each other, and the other party didn't like each other's clothes and swords, and even a little disgusted, feeling that the other party's kendo violated the great principle of the kendo itself, and by the way, they couldn't get used to each other's appearances, and the other party was really ugly, and it was saved to take a look at dinner.

Sakata Yinshi stretched out a hand and made a gesture of please: "Okay, since it is your internal matter of Shushan, I don't mix with outsiders, one to two, I guess you can too, I will definitely not meddle as an outsider." ”

He said so, and did so, his hands were inserted into each other's wide clothes, his feet stepped on the clogs, and when it sounded, he walked to the side, with an expression of watching a play, only Mazha, melon seeds and a small teapot. (To be continued.) )