Funeral flower laneway.

The winter wind is endless, blowing wantonly.

In the sky, the boundless wind brought up a fishy smell.

Thirteen Baylor, who is also from a good background, Duan Lang.

Standing on the street of the laneway, he didn't move for a long time.

When, the slightest fishy smell lingers on the nose.

This young man who once thought that his family background and status were not comparable to Chu Xuan.

For the first time.

He lowered his head high.

Since last night, since the first battle in the Ye family's ancestral land, Duan Lang has been soberly aware that the gap between himself and Chu Xuan has become like a moat.

And, at this moment.

Duan Lang suddenly realized that he no longer had the confidence to face such a peerless peer.

The old man, Duan Jiu, specially ordered him to come and cooperate with Chu Xuan.

The original intention was to release the Duan clan's attitude of being determined to follow Chu Xuan and join forces to kill the villains, secretly, he was actually giving Duan Lang a platform.

Let him, as a peer, as the third generation elected by the Da Liao Duan clan, a pioneer, at least not lose too badly when dealing with the third prince of the Chu family.

Especially at the juncture when Chu Xuan was about to become successful, Old Man Duan pinned his hopes on Duan Lang to support the arrogance and dignity of the younger generation of the Duan royal family.

Pity.

Now he didn't even have the courage to take a look at Chu Xuan from a distance.

Lack of confidence.

Mental malaise.

Like a lost dog.

This kind of frustration from the depths of his heart made Duan Lang's whole body tremble uncontrollably, and the pupils of the yin owl in both directions also dimmed in an instant.

He was afraid of death.

He was afraid of Chu Xuan.

He was afraid that he would have his life to stand in front of Chu Xuan and walk back if he didn't have his life, so he could only watch from a distance.

"The light of rice grains, how dare you compete with the bright moon?"

For a long time, Duan Lang muttered, confused.

Chu Xuan in this place, to him, is no different from the light of the moon.

And he, the thirteen Baylors, under the crushing of this bundle of peerless luster, is as small as dust, grains of rice, and is not worth mentioning.

"Grandpa, I'm sorry I failed to live up to your expectations."

"This Chu Xuan, I'm really afraid of him, so I can only admit it."

Duan Lang sighed violently, turned around in a gloomy manner, and soon disappeared at the end of the alleyway.

……

Among the tens of thousands of miles of territory of the imperial capital, in terms of the popularity of major scenic spots and ancient places, Xizihu claims to be the second, and no ancient place dares to claim to be the first.

This is the West Lake, which has been constantly admired by predecessors.

After a hundred years, the scenery is still lush and antique.

The breeze blows the willows.

Jade on both sides of the strait.

Not only is it highly respected by the local residents of the imperial capital, but even the white and black people outside the Pure Land of China have longed for this place for a long time.

Of course, on the shores of West Lake.

The most talked-about, and years have passed, and it has not been forgotten is that here, there has been a short-lived peerless legend.

A thousand faces!

The last battle is set on the shore of West Lake.

On that day, he fought against more than 30 young masters of his generation, and with a sweeping attitude, he bombarded the ancient record of no one before or since.

'Ben Jun, who is already invincible among his peers, from now on, has no interest, re-emerges from the rivers and lakes, and farewell! ’

Silver Armor fell to the bottom of West Lake.

He turned his back on countless heroes of the younger generation, tread the waves, and has been lost since.

After that, the thousand-faced Langjun never appeared again.

Before parting, there is only the back.

The younger generation, no one has ever seen his true face.

Today's wind is a bit capricious, when the news from Huarong Road and Funeral Flower Lane swept through the streets and alleys of the imperial capital in an overwhelming way.

The third prince of Chu, this peerless figure, has become the focus of attention for the second time.

On the shores of West Lake.

A young Taoist priest, wearing a golden robe and carrying a peachwood sword, was walking slowly along the lakeside after hearing the shocking news of the Funeral Flower Lane.

The young Taoist priest turned his head.

His gaze passed through the endless stream of figures, and finally, he smiled helplessly.

No one knew exactly where the young Taoist priest came from.

It's just that I heard that he was born in a small place called Lanling, because when he has something to do, he likes to lick his face and smile, so he got his name......

Lanling smiled!

Sven and elegant, gentle.

In fact, on the shore of West Lake, he is quite famous.

is also on the list of the younger generation, ranking among the top three, and it is the same as Xiao Li Tanhua, Da Tsing Yi, Jin Ke Yulu and other young heroes.

However, there is an obsession in the heart.

Lanling smiled and smiled, and has been on the shore of West Lake for two years.

He's waiting for someone.

It's a pity that I waited day after day.

Wait until spring comes and autumn, cold comes and goes, and waits until flowers and plants everywhere bloom.

Lanling Xiaoxiaosheng still failed to get his wish.

"Thousand-faced Lang-kun, will it really not appear?"

I asked it a thousand times in my dreams.

At this moment, the little Taoist priest raised his head again and muttered to himself unwillingly.

What a bullshit young top 10 masters.

What the top three of the younger generation.

The little Taoist priest didn't care, he only longed, in his lifetime, he could wait for the day when the thousand-faced Langjun reappeared in the rivers and lakes.

Then, fight with one in a dignified manner.

In the same way, he would prefer to be able to take off the mask he wears on his face in a one-on-one situation, so as to see what this person really looks like.

"Xiaodao pinched his fingers, and it was better to drink today."

Bidding farewell to these confusing thoughts for the time being, the little Taoist priest pinched his fingers, and sure enough, he smelled a burst of wine, which was tempting and tempting.

"Maverick nose, babbling and pretending to be a master again."

A certain handsome-looking young man picked up a bottle of wine and chattered endlessly about the little Taoist, but he still poured a glass and handed it to the little Taoist.

The little Taoist priest rubbed his hands together and sat on a bench with the young man, raising a glass and drinking together.

Spirits take the lead.

The little Taoist priest exclaimed refreshingly, then wiped the wine stains from the corners of his mouth, and said to the young man, "I just heard that your brother chopped off the eight major forces at one time in Funeral Flower Lane. ”

The young man frowned, worried.

He expected that Chu Xuan would return to the imperial capital at the end of the year, but he didn't expect that his brother would actually push the two royal families of Ye and Duan in the past two days.

What is this for?

Take the opportunity to disrupt the pattern of the imperial capital, so as to interfere with the decisive battle between himself and Lu Bu's established imperial city?

"Drink."

The deity was the young man who was Xiao Li Tanhua, and he smiled and said.

The little Taoist priest was also interested, so he didn't continue the topic, but just nodded casually, "I want to drink with you every day in the future." ”

", you're numb."

Xiao Li Tanhua shrunk his neck, and his body was cold, this unusually pink young Taoist priest is not a glass who likes men, right?

"Really."

The little Taoist priest nodded solemnly.

As far as Chu Xuan, who was far away, he would never tolerate it, and since he was a child, he grew up wearing a pair of pants and died generously.

In terms of the recent Lanling smile.

He, the first good friend he met after going down the mountain, was Xiao Li Tanhua.

Tanhua is dead, Xiaoxiao will not be able to laugh in the future!

"My sword, after coming down the mountain, has never been pulled out, if it is the first general in the north, Lu Bu ......"

Half the story.

Xiao Li Tanhua stretched out his hand to block his mouth, "Don't talk a lot of, drink." ”

There is wine today, and there is drunkenness today.

Do what you do today, don't ask about the future!

(End of chapter)