Fifty-one years of the Great Jin Dynasty.

The twenty-first day of the first month.

The sun is shining and the sky is cloudless.

Everything is what spring is coming.

The returning magpies chirped and flew over Yangzhou County, and after a few circles, they flew over a lively courtyard.

In this courtyard, there is a very large square.

In the square, there were more than 300 people standing and sitting.

These people were all well-dressed and handsomely dressed men.

Winter had passed, and they gave up the rapiers they used to carry with them and began to pick up paper fans.

Shaking the paper fan, under the nascent morning sun, makes them look more handsome and chic.

Junlang is just one of the three hundred men.

In addition to being handsome, they also embody nobility, elegance and talent that is not revealed.

It can be said that all the handsome and talented men of the Great Jin Dynasty are gathered here at this moment.

......

Who is it that has the charm to gather so many handsome men here?

A red cloth in the courtyard gave the answer.

The red cloth hangs under the eaves.

It was written in black ink.

"Luo Jialuo's marriage ceremony."

It's written very succinctly, but even if it is written succinctly, it can't stop the men from being fascinated by this trick.

The wait did not irritate the three hundred.

No matter how high they are, they are willing to wait at this time.

From time to time, I just looked at the eaves with that expectant gaze, behind the red cloth, on a door.

The door closed tightly, blocking their gaze.

But they still looked faintly, as if they wanted to look through the door and see the figure inside.

......

Time passes slowly.

The sun rises higher and higher.

An hour has passed in the blink of an eye.

After not seeing the master appear for a long time, even if these people are stable, they will inevitably become a little anxious.

At that moment, two or three people questioned the maids and guards on the side.

There was even a man in an extraordinarily gorgeous dress who walked up to a guard and said, "Hey, what's the situation with you, why hasn't Mrs. Luo come out for so long?" ”

Looking at the impatient man in front of him, the guard just shook his head and did not speak.

This man's status is also noble, and he has experienced such indifferent treatment, and a fire immediately rises.

"What do you mean? It's okay if Mrs. Luo hasn't come out for so long, why are you a little guard so cold and look down on people? ”

Every man present was extremely noble, where the guards could afford to offend, he quickly shook his head, expressing that he didn't mean that.

"I think you just look down on people, no matter how beautiful Mrs. Luo is, no matter how rich she is, she is just a married woman, she really thinks she is so noble!"

"A married woman is going to recruit a wife!"

"Phew, it's a cheap thing at first glance!" The man spat and said viciously.

His words undoubtedly stirred up the discontent of the crowd.

But the people next to him knew that the identity of this trouble-seeking man was much more noble than them, and they didn't dare to say anything.

They didn't dare to speak, but the guard's eyes widened.

Mrs. Luo is her own master, and she is very good to them, and seeing her master being humiliated, where can the guards see it.

His mouth was open and closed, and he was a little eager to say something, but he couldn't say it.

It was clear that the guard was a mute.

The trouble-seeking man smiled mockingly and said; "It's a mute, I can't speak!"

"Haha, I didn't expect this Mrs. Luo to keep such an unsound person as a guard."

"It's all dumb, what's the use of being a guard?"

The guard couldn't speak, but he could hear it.

The man's wanton insult fell word for word on his ears.

He was panting, his fists clenched, and he could see that he was holding back an uncontrollable rage.

But he was just a guard, and he didn't dare to make any excessive moves.

"You still dare to clench your fists and want to hit me? Know who I am? You can move me and try it, and see that I don't cut your whole family. ”

Seeing the guard's clenched fist, the man deliberately leaned his face closer and said threateningly.

But just as he leaned his face closer, he saw a large slap swinging from behind the guard.

From far to near, he slapped him in the face.

This palm obviously used enough strength, and it slapped his body upside down.

The guards didn't know the man's identity, but the others did.

They all looked over in amazement.

But I saw that behind the timid guard, a man dressed in black and wearing the mask of the ghost king walked out.

At this time, Chumen didn't pretend to be very old, he used his original voice, spread his arms and said: "I have been here in Dajin for so many years, and I have never seen this kind of active search. ”

After speaking, he innocently looked around at the lively people: "You can see, he was looking for the beating, not that I wanted to beat him." ”

Everyone who knew the identity of this man avoided it, and in order not to get into trouble, how dare they say anything, they all retreated to the side, leaving a large open space for the two.

"You, you ......."

The man had studied martial arts, and Truman's fierce slap on his face only left a slap mark on his face, and it didn't hurt him.

The men's clothes were nobler and more valuable than all those present.

Under his several rolls, this extraordinarily valuable garment had a lot of wrinkles at this time, and there were even some torn cracks in many places.

"Ahh My clothes. ”

Instead of grieving for his injuries, the man was first wounded for his clothes.

He stroked the cracks in his garment and stared viciously at the perpetrator.

Truman, who wears the mask of the ghost king, is a zhang away.

"This rich golden dragon flower was customized by me for a full three thousand miles and two clothes in the best spinning house in Kyoto, you, you pay me for my clothes."

Men know martial arts, so naturally they will not use crying to vent their anger.

With wisps of true qi exploding, he quickly stood up and attacked Trumen.

The blow was as swift as thunder, and the momentum was astonishing, and the spectators on the side closed their eyes after showing a hint of pity on their faces.

They know the strength of the man in the gorgeous clothes.

So in their eyes, the fate of this man wearing the mask of the ghost king will only be extremely tragic.

But they chose to close their eyes, but they missed the next wonderful drama.

A smile appeared on Truman's face, which was hidden under the mask of the Ghost King.

He didn't even burst out of his true anger, he just punched him like that.

The man's fifth-level strength was no longer enough for Truman to show his true anger.

Simple, extremely casual, Truman's fist aimed at the man's face, which was swollen by his previous slap.