They stayed in the mountains for two more days and finished their work before leaving.

Bu Weiming's martial arts are mediocre, and he is not very good at working, so he can clean up a piece of furniture, and if the roof, columns, and gables are broken, they can only be simply repaired and repaired, and they can't be made. Shao Zongyan was much stronger than him, and after staying, he went into the mountains to cut down a few boxwood trees that were thick together, and used a knife to cut them into sturdy logs and thick planks, replacing the creaking beams and pillars, and repairing the broken doors and windows.

Yan Hanjiang went down the mountain a few times and helped him buy tung oil, mortar, grains and vegetables, and Zhu Senior Brother was even more embarrassed to look at it and not work, so he climbed into the house to clean up the broken tiles. Shao Daochang knew that his senior brother's light work was mediocre, and he was afraid that he would fall from above, so he didn't wait for him to climb a few halls, so he directly carried people into the kitchen.

Yan Hanjiang, a guy who has been a fine man for hundreds of years, can't even wash his clothes. Shao Zongyan simply sent the two of them to the kitchen, mixed yellow mud, lime, sand and straw in the courtyard by himself, and wiped all the broken walls, even the openings and rat holes in the brick walls were covered with broken bricks and stones, and this kind of plaster was also plastered.

Although after the repair, there are patches of yellow mud leaking in the east and west, but it should be able to survive a few autumn rains until he clears his name and revives the sect.

When he finished his work, he stood by the wall with two hands stained with mud, seriously considering whether to resurface the green bricks on the ground.

Standing up, a spoonful of hot soup suddenly blocked his mouth, he subconsciously took a sip, and slowly chewed out the smooth eel silk, tender pork and sweet watery winter bamboo shoots wrapped in the soup.

Looking up along the handle of the spoon, he saw Yan Hanjiang standing beside him, neatly dressed and refreshing, holding a bowl of thick and delicious fresh bamboo shoots and eel soup in his hand.

And his face and hands were covered with mud, and his hair was sticking to his cheeks, and the beads of sweat fell on his clothes, and the lower half of his robe was still tucked into his belt.

He raised his arm, wiped his sweat with his sleeve, which was also covered with mud, and said embarrassedly: "You and senior brother eat first, I am dirty, wash and then go back." ”

"No, I'll feed you." Yan Hanjiang scooped another spoonful of eel soup and fed it to his mouth, blocking his almost refusal, and scooped himself a spoonful by the way. The eel soup is fragrant and smooth, Senior Brother Bu has a light taste, and there is a faint sweetness in the eel soup when you taste it, and there is a sweet and crispy feeling echoing in your mouth after swallowing.

One spoonful has just been swallowed, and the other spoonful is brought to the lips just right. The thick soup sticks to the bottom of the spoon and runs down the lips as you drink it. He raised his arm and wanted to wipe it with his sleeve, but Yan Hanjiang held him down, leaned over and licked off the soup.

After licking, I licked my lips again.

Then it reached into the slightly open mouth.

Shao Zongyan leaned back desperately with his hands, for fear of wiping him with yellow mud, but Yan Hanjiang didn't care about his careful thoughts, holding the back of his head with one hand and caressing his waistline with the other, kissing fiercely as if he wanted to swallow his tongue too.

Bu Weiming squatted in the kitchen, drinking eel soup with sweet and sour pickled cranberries, and didn't dare to go out for a long time.

They lived in the mountains for a few days, but the rivers and lakes had already caused an uproar because of the two inspections of Bichen Villa. Because of Yan Hanjiang Feiyun's dispatch, the review spread faster than the rumors in the rivers and lakes, and those sects that had jointly hunted down Shao Zongyan felt panicked.

The people in the rivers and lakes live a life of beheading and bleeding, what are they afraid of? The most feared thing is to lose face! Yan Hanjiang's hand is exactly stuck in their veins - the lord of a dignified village, a famous hero in the rivers and lakes, but he was forced to apologize in writing to a flower-picking obscenity, and it was spread all over the rivers and lakes, how can he have a face to see people in the future?

Bichen Villa was just a random dispatch of a few subordinates to chase after him because of the invitation of his colleagues, so he was forced to write this embarrassing inspection. What will happen to them, who organized and personally pursued him, who really wanted the life of that demon and injured him in the midst of the siege?

By the time Shao Zongyan and Yan Hanjiang came out of the mountain, the rivers and lakes had already been in chaos. The sects that had participated in that incident had sent their disciples to patrol everywhere, and when they saw two men who were a little more energetic, they were going to come forward to check it. The two of them landed in a small city, and as soon as they found a stall to eat breakfast, they were surrounded by a group of big men with martial arts.

Freshly boiled snow-white soybean milk, green and clear stuffed glutinous rice dumplings, osmanthus shortbread, colorful rice flour cakes, thin-skinned and large-filled fresh meat xiaolongbao, translucent shrimp siu mai with petal edges, and crispy sesame sugar baked cakes...... They are the hottest breakfasts on this street.

Shao Daochang just scooped two spoonfuls of sugar and sprinkled it into the soy milk, and the warm sunlight on his face was blocked. A burly and sturdy martial arts student came from the east, slapped his palm on the table, and shouted: "Where are you from, people who have not registered at the Pingtian Sword King Clan level are not allowed to move around the city at will!" ”

The people behind him also took a few steps around, drew their long swords and forced them up, and asked sharply: "What do two men like to sit and eat together, if you don't want to be beaten, hurry up and separate us!" ”

These people are too unreasonable! Shao Dao was angry from his heart, and he raised his head and glared at them, and asked coldly: "What is the Wang family, doesn't this city talk about the king's law, only your family's rules?" ”

But even when he was angry, he had a resentful style, his petal-like lips opened slightly, and his eyes were brighter than usual, as if the Milky Way in the sky had fallen into those eyes, flashing and moving.

A few young people who had never seen the world almost went up to compensate him, but fortunately, the leader of the team was an elderly disciple who had been tested for a long time, and he carried his beauty and picked up a note to look at: "Looks neither male nor female, has thin eyes, likes to seduce people, and can start regardless of men, women, and children...... That's right, this is the demon road! The man next to him was still wearing black clothes, looking like a depressed ghost reincarnated, which matched the news from Bichen Villa! Brothers, take these two and go back to ask the old master for a reward! ”

He drew his sword and went up, and the disciples behind him also drew their swords and slashed them. But the long sword couldn't even touch the side of the two people, and it seemed to be pulled away by something in the air, but instead slashed towards his own people, and in the blink of an eye, several people saw blood.

The more frantically they attacked, the more they wounded their fellow men to the point of blood. And the two people they wanted to detain sat in front of them peacefully, eating all kinds of snacks and drinking sweet soy milk, as if they were in another peaceful and stable world, separated from the swords and swords here.

The more they couldn't cut it, the more frightened the group of people became, and they attacked them desperately, until everyone was bloodied, and some people couldn't stand the pressure and began to flee, Yan Hanjiang got up from his chair.

As soon as he stretched out his hand, he suppressed those who wanted to escape, and his expression was faint, looking at the bloody humans on the ground indifferently like looking at broken bricks: "Who allowed you to go?" When I'm done with breakfast, I'll take us to Wang's house. ”

When they came, they showed off their might, but in a few moments they were pressed to the ground. The little vendors, who usually trembled at the sight of the word "king", hid from a distance and peeked at their wolf-like appearance, whispering about the two of them.

"I can't imagine that the children of the Wang family have such a wolf bèi."

"How did they cut themselves up?"

"Is this still human? Didn't even touch them......"

"It's a fairy! It's not a god where can he have this means! ”

"It must be, look at the black-clothed man, he didn't even touch them with his hands, and he pressed those people to the ground with just one stroke."

"The gods have appeared, and those who don't respect the great immortals will not have good results! Hurry up, big girl, go home and bring the bag of incense and candles that Daddy hidden! ”

……

Amid the painful wails of the swordsmen and the whispers of the hawkers and diners, Yan Daxian slowly finished his breakfast and grabbed a handful in the air. The humans he had pressed to the ground stood up again, and a few of them tried to struggle, but they couldn't even lift their hands, and could only stare at them with murderous eyes.

Shao Daochang has always been soft-hearted, and couldn't help but persuade: "Isn't it okay to be honest?" Brother Yan, this is also for your good, otherwise I will ignore you like just now, let you cut yourself, how many people can stand here now? ”

"Phew!" One person said angrily: "Obviously, you hurt us, and you are still pretending to be a good person here!" I think it's all behind your vixen......"

Before the words fell, Shao Daochang went over and grabbed his leg and slammed it on the stool, which immediately smashed the wooden board and broke his head. He took out the silver from the man's bosom and threw it on the table, looked up at the rest of the people, and said very reasonably: "I don't have to provoke behind my back, one hand is enough to deal with you like this." ”

This hatred was more stable than Yan Xianchang, and those people shouted the name of the injured disciple, and cast their resentful and forbearant gazes on him, but they were forced to act without permission.

Yan Hanjiang took out a handkerchief and wiped his hands for him, and coldly ordered those people: "Lead the way, we will go to Wang's house." ”

"You are looking for your own death...... the leader showed a twisted smile, ordered someone to pick up the disciple who was injured by Shao Daochang, and the rest of the people supported each other, and swayed towards the Wang family's mansion, which occupied the longest street in the city.

There was a plaque at the gate that read "One Sword Flat Sky", and before they could pass, layers of Wang disciples holding swords and swords poured in from the corner of the street. Among them, there were also disciples sent by Minshan, Wuchen, and Qingfeng to support, and they were surrounded in the middle of the street.

After layers of crowds, Wang Zhixing, the head of the Pingtian Sword Sect, stood high on the steps outside the gate, and behind him were the masters of the sect and those sent to support. There was a layer of fierce killing intent condensed on his body, and he raised his hand and clenched his fist in the air: "Jie Chunyuan Wuji Sword Formation, kill!" ”

The seemingly disorderly flow of people walked a few steps around them lightly, turning into layers of gear-like precision embedded formations. The few people who had brought them over were also wrapped in the formation, and the sharp tips of their swords were pointed at them without distinguishing between friend and foe, and they had pierced into them after the gears turned and snapped together a few times.

"Master!" "Senior brother!" "Don't kill us, let us out!"

The screams aroused their brothers and elders to hate the enemy even more, and Wang Zhixing sent a deep voice to the audience, telling the injured disciples: "What you have suffered today, I am more heartbroken than you. But if these two people can't be eliminated, there will be more sects, and more Jianghu people will be harmed by them. Today's sacrifice, the sect will take it to heart, and it will be famous for your burial in the future. Stand up! There are no disciples of my Pingtian Sword Sect who are greedy for life and afraid of death, you must use your own flesh and blood to maintain the justice of the rivers and lakes, and kill this pair of demons and demons! ”

Under his encouragement, those disciples seemed to really forget the pain, and stood up bloodily and shouted: "If a manly husband dies, his ears will die, and he can't let the demon Dao and the demon see the joke!" ”

"Yes, if they hadn't injured us first, we should have been the ones besieging them in the sword formation now, how could we be surrounded inside!"

"I'd rather die than fall into the name of the Pingtian Sword Sect!"

The expatriate behind Wang Zhixing also exclaimed: "Old Master Wang is really a righteous person, we should also follow the Pingtian Sword Sect, share the heavy responsibility, and get rid of this pair of demons and demons!" ”

How loyal, how righteous, how crazy......

Although the chaotic sword couldn't touch them, Shao Daochang couldn't stand this kind of behavior of piling up his reputation with other people's sacrifices, even though he had always had a deep sense of debt and sympathy for the old head of Wang in his heart.

When he was refining pills in the Wang family, the daughter of the old head of Wang didn't know how to fall in love with him, and he preached that everyone knew that he had made a good marriage before. The Pingtian Sword Sect and the Wuchen Sword Sect that married at that time both hated him to the core, and they were also one of the hardest working families to hunt him down at the beginning. However, he did have responsibility for this incident, and he accidentally remembered it on the way to be hunted and killed, and often regretted that he didn't run away immediately when he found out that Miss Wang was in love with him......

"What are you thinking about again?" Yan Hanjiang cupped his chin and smoothed his frowning eyebrows with his thumb, bringing him back to his senses from his memories.

Shao Zongyan held his wrist and shook his head, sighing: "It's just some old things, I think too much, it was then, and now is now." I was sorry for the old head of Wang at the beginning, but it doesn't mean that Xiàn can sit back and watch him careless of people's lives like this. ”

He broke out of Shao Zongyan's arms, looked up at those high-ranking heroes, and sighed lightly: "Master Wang, although you and I have personal grudges, you can sit down and talk slowly, why risk the lives of these innocent disciples?" ”

Wang Zhixing said angrily: "Who injured my disciple and came to the Pingtian Sword Gate?" If you have the heart to sit down with the old man and talk, what kind of demon are you doing now? ”

The injured disciple in the sword array also shouted: "Don't listen to the demon's bewitchment, take down these two people, and be ashamed of your own sect!" ”

Shao Dao sighed: "It's too difficult to reason. ”

Before the words fell, a half-human-tall golden bronze medicine furnace suddenly appeared in the air. Because there was a wounded person lying underneath, Shao Daochang didn't wait for it to hit the ground, he bent down and grabbed the foot of the stove, lifted it and swept across a row of cold and shining long swords.

The broken sword flew around, and the sword-wielding man was also taken out a few times. The originally intricately arranged sword array was torn open a gap, and the blunt and heavy blows violently broke all the delicate layouts and complements, and no matter how sharp the sword was, it could not cut through the walls of the furnace a few centimeters thick, and could only twist and wail under this terrifying power.

More and more people were accidentally injured by flying swords and knocked down by stoves. This indomitable ferocious momentum crushed everywhere, and those hot-blooded Pingtian Sword Sect disciples began to calm down, quietly retreated, and took the initiative to crack a passage in the sword tide.

Shao Daochang held the foot of the stove in his right hand and put it flat in front of him, and just pushed away the crowd step by step and pushed it to the high stone steps of the palace. Yan Hanjiang followed behind him with a leisurely step, his hands in his sleeves, seeing that he didn't do anything, but the swords and hidden weapons that could be stabbed from behind couldn't hit them no matter what, so he turned around and stabbed his own people halfway.

Shao Zongyan held the medicine furnace steadily, pointed the mouth of the furnace at Wang Zhixing, and said calmly: "Master Wang, can you and I talk calmly now?" ”