In the lobby, the face of the political envoy of Youzhou was sinking like water, and the green tendons on his forehead were beating faintly. But the two young men below him were at ease, even looking at him with a sincere smile. The political envoy of Youzhou felt that he had been trapped by himself again.

Xiao Qianchi felt very happy, with her cousin and sister-in-law, all the problems were not a problem. The most important thing is that my cousin has a good temper, and she is more powerful than the same... Maybe the more powerful cousin, it's not too pleasant to follow the cousin.

Now looking at the almost distorted face of the political envoy of Youzhou, Xiao Qianchi felt that he had to work very hard to hold himself back from laughing.

Nangong Mo put down the teacup in his hand and said lightly: "Do you have any other opinions, Lord Qi?" Or, what better idea do you have? ”

The political envoy of Youzhou had a gloomy face and asked, "I don't know how many talents the county lord thinks he will need?" The old man also wants to do a little bit for Youzhou. ”

Nangong Mo thought for a while, and said leisurely: "Two thousand people, right?" ”

Youzhou Buzheng almost squirted out a mouthful of tea, coughed several times before he eased up, and said loudly: "How much?" ”

"Two thousand, if Lord Qi thinks it's not enough, you can still ......" Anyway, there is not much in the Yanwang Mansion, but there are many people. Nangong Mo thought without any pressure.

"Enough!" The political envoy of Youzhou said categorically.

Nangong Mo stroked his palms and smiled: "It's enough, since the adults don't have any opinions, let's do what the adults want." ”

......: "When will you follow my advice?" The political envoy of Youzhou couldn't wait to stare Nangong Mo out of a hole. It's a pity that Nangong Mo sat at the bottom and didn't ask, let you see the old world, and I looked calm and unmoving.

In the end, the political envoy of Youzhou had to retreat, and the garrison of Youzhou City sent a thousand people, and the Yanwang Mansion sent a thousand people to inspect the outside of the city. If all the people from Yanwangfu were really allowed to go, they would be even more speechless in Youzhou in the future.

In the depths of Cuiwei Mountain, Gong Yuchen stood under a big tree and looked up at the sky. The moonlight shone down on him from the treetops, making the silver mask on his face more seductive and eerie. A man in black silently appeared not far behind him and said in a deep voice, "Pavilion Master." Gong Yuchen turned around, glanced at him and said lightly: "What?" ”

The man in black said: "Thousands of soldiers and horses were sent to Youzhou City, and now the radius of fifty miles outside Youzhou City is full of soldiers from the Yan Wangfu. Our people ......"

Gong Yuchen chuckled, and his slightly raised tone was a little admiring, "Is it Xiao Mo'er's handwriting again?" She really never let me down. You said... All of them are the personal soldiers of the Yan Wangfu? ”

The man in black shook his head and said, "No, half of them are soldiers and horses stationed in Youzhou." ”

Gong Yuchen nodded and said, "With that idiot's ability, he can probably only do this." ”

The man in black frowned, and couldn't help but ask, "Pavilion Master, what should we do now?" "The Lord of Star City has placed a large number of soldiers and horses outside the city, and the space they can move around has become very limited. That's not a good thing for them. Gong Yuchen said indifferently: "Withdraw all the people on the bright side." If you bump into Xiao Mo'er's hands, don't blame you for not being in this seat. ”

"Yes, Pavilion Master." The man in black replied in a deep voice. The ruthlessness of the Pavilion Master is as great as his resourcefulness, and those who know him well will never doubt his words. If they accidentally fall into the hands of the Star City County Lord, the Pavilion Lord will definitely not save them.

Gong Yuchen looked up at the sky and said, "It's almost time." ”

"Pavilion master, we still have to ......" Before he finished speaking, he met Gong Yuchen's cold eyes. Under the cold mask, a pair of black eyes looked even more cold and evil, which made people shudder in their hearts. Hurriedly shut up and said respectfully: "Yes, Pavilion Master." ”

Sitting on the roof, he carried a pot of wine and poured it slowly into his mouth. At night, the scenery below the mountain is shrouded in night, and it is submerged in the infinite darkness. Only on the mountainside not far away, there is a small courtyard where candles are still flickering gently. Looking at the spark, the young man of the string song shook his head with a smile, raised his head and took another sip of wine. A drop of wine runs from his lips and down his slender neck into his collar, leaving only a crisp aroma.

With a chuckle, Xian Ge put the flask aside, casually took the piano placed not far away, and the melodious sound of the piano flowed out from his fingertips.

In the small courtyard on the mountainside, the old man held the wine jug and muttered in a low voice, "What is this kid doing?" Crazy on the big night. ”

On the other side, Uncle Shi, who was holding an ancient book and looking through it, flashed slightly, and said lightly: "Probably in a bad mood, I'll take a look." ”

The old man snorted twice, and waved his hand impatiently for him to leave.

Under the dark moonlight, the sound of the piano is like a spring in the nine secluded mountains, and sometimes it whimpers and resents, like ten thousand ghosts and sorrows. In the depths of the woods, those who heard the sound of the piano couldn't help but shake their hearts and couldn't help themselves. Those who were a little weaker even showed a sad face, raised the weapons in their hands and wanted to kill themselves. Seeing that the situation was not good, the man in black in the lead hurriedly roared: "Do it!" ”

Only then did the person who had been confused come back to his senses, and looked at the weapon that had reached his neck in a bit of a dazed manner, and broke out in a cold sweat. It was only at this time that I understood why the string song boy was called a double masterpiece of piano and doctor by the people in the rivers and lakes, and his piano skills were as terrible as his medical skills.

The string singer sneered, let go of the strings at his fingertips and said lightly: "Since you're here, come out." ”

Before the words fell, a group of black-clothed people had quietly appeared outside the courtyard, surrounding the entire courtyard.

"Whoever reports his name, this son doesn't kill the nameless rats." Xian Ge sat against the piano and said indifferently.

The black-clothed man at the head sneered: "The young man of the string song is joking, we are already unknowns, and our cheap names are not enough to worry about." ”

Xian Ge nodded in agreement, "It's really cheap enough." The people of the Water Pavilion, right? If you can go back alive, remember to tell Sù Gong Yuchen, today's hatred, this son will find him in person sooner or later. ”

"Since I'm here, I don't want to live

Since I came, I didn't want to go back alive. If Childe has a life, it is better to ask in person. The man in black said in a deep voice and waved his hand, "Up!" Be sure to kill the string singer! ”

"Yes!"

This group of black-clothed people were obviously the dead soldiers of the Water Pavilion, and when they heard the leader's order, they immediately rushed to the roof. The string song boy sneered, but he didn't even move his hand. The person who rushed to the front secretly said that it was not good, a faint fragrance came from nowhere, and the aroma was so intoxicating that people couldn't help but want to take another breath......

Wrong! A pain in the heart. The person in the air fell weakly into the courtyard, and even trembled for a moment before bleeding and losing his breath.

Seeing this, the others hurriedly retreated, but a few people were still hit and fell to the ground trembling. Looking down at their dead companions on the ground, everyone couldn't help but take a deep breath. The people on the ground were all bleeding, and their faces still had hideous and distorted expressions, obviously very painful even though the poison was very fast.

"Cover your mouth and nose, hold your breath, and go again!"

A few more men in black jumped up and rushed in the direction of the string song boy on the roof of the courtyard. The string singer plucked the strings twice leisurely, and the sound of the piano was loud. A few hidden weapons shot out of the piano body, and the man in black hurriedly turned in the air to dodge, but at this moment, a rattan net rose from the courtyard, and all the people hit the rattan net and let out a terrible wail. After the rattan net, the handsome face of the string song boy looked more and more ethereal in the dim moonlight.

"On top! Break the net! A team of people, go to the back mountain, come down from the back mountain! ”

"Yes!"

However, it is not an easy task to break the net. The special defense of the string song boy will definitely not be a waste that can be cut with a sword, sacrificing five or six people, and the poisonous net made of I don't know what it is made is just a hole. As for the back mountain, you can know from the wailing sound from the mountain, which is obviously not smooth.

When the sturdy poisonous net was finally broken, half of the dead had already been sacrificed. The man in black in the lead looked fiercely, "Kill the string song boy!" ”

"Yes!" Not only him, but all the people looked at the people sitting on the roofs with hatred. Watching his companions die tragically in front of him one by one, even these cold-blooded and ruthless dead soldiers could not help but feel hatred and anger. A man in black drew his sword and rushed towards Xian Ge. The cold blade flashed in the moonlight, and the leading man's heart suddenly moved, "Be careful! ”

Before the words fell, the man in black who rushed out was stunned in mid-air, and the whole person fell to the ground in two.

"Damn!" The black-clothed man in the lead sneered, "The young man of the string song is really scheming, but... You're all there is to it, right? He pulled out the long sword in his hand and jumped into the air, dancing quickly into the air and holding the sword. A crisp cracking sound was heard in the air, and the man in black made a seemingly short but dangerous journey from the wall to the eaves. The blade of the sword came straight at the front door of the string singer.

The string song boy raised his eyebrows, and casually pulled out the sword in the piano to separate the oncoming sword, "It's a little interesting." Gong Yuchen really looks up to his son. ”

As soon as the blow missed, the man in black immediately retreated several steps. The String Song Prince's poison skills were as famous as his medical skills, so he didn't dare to get too close to this fairy-like man.

"The String Song Boy is also worthy of his reputation!" The man in black gritted his teeth.

Seeing this, the dead soldiers outside the hospital also rushed in. The string song boy sighed helplessly, and said regretfully: "This son really doesn't like to do things with people, so ......" Then, the string song boy did something that almost scared everyone's jaws. He looked out of the courtyard and shouted, "Master, help! ”

The man in black who landed on the eaves stumbled and almost fell.

"Rubbish!" A deep voice came with a deep sense of displeasure.

The young man of the string song obviously didn't care, waved his hand and said: "Master, I want to scold people to find Mo'er, this is the trouble she caused." After speaking, under the gaze of everyone who had not yet come back to his senses, the string song boy flew back and retreated, and then looked at the mountain along the cliff behind him, and in the blink of an eye, he arrived at the cliff, looking at the people below with a condescending smile.

A strong sense of oppression came, and everyone didn't have the heart to pay attention to the string singer who looked like a play on the cliff. The people in the darkness have not yet appeared, but the sense of oppression given to them is unprecedented. Even before he was injured, the Pavilion Master had never experienced such terrifying power. Everyone was secretly vigilant, and their eyes fell on somewhere outside the courtyard.

A middle-aged man in his forties, dressed in cloth and with a clear face, strolled out, glanced at the people on the roof and said lightly: "People from the Water Pavilion? ”

The man in black cautiously asked, "Your Excellency?" ”

The middle-aged man snorted coldly, "You dare to assassinate my apprentice, but you don't know who I am?" ”

As if it was just an understatement, the man in black felt his heart blocked, and spit out a mouthful of blood. This middle-aged man turned out to be the master of the string song boy? With the martial arts of the string song boy... How could there be such a peerless master as a master?! This is simply deceiving the world! Isn't the master of the string song boy supposed to be a peerless 1 divine doctor?

The middle-aged man glanced at the string song boy on the edge of the cliff, "Even if he is a waste, he is also the old man's apprentice." ”

Hearing Master's words, the string song boy pursed his lips and didn't care. He just accidentally worshiped the wrong master, okay? He's also very aggrieved.

With a bang, the long sword came out of the body, and the middle-aged man raised his sword and pointed at a man in black, "Wait, are you ready to die?" ”

The man in black took a deep breath and waved his hand, "Do it!" "In this case, if you do it, you will die if you don't do it, in this case, it is better to give it a go. It's a pity... Failed to complete the tasks ordered by the Pavilion Master.

"Good." A smile appeared on the middle-aged man's lips, but a chilling killing intent flashed in his eyes.