There was an exclamation around, and immediately several men in Tsing Yi stepped forward and helped the man up.

"Snort-", a slight sound of breaking the air sounded in Yang Muyun's ears, his head was slightly off, and a little cold light flew past his cheeks, wiping off a few stems of sideburns.

"Ahh

Yang Muyun glanced at the place and found that it was a silver dart, and the dart was still undiminished, nailed into the left arm of a man in Tsing Yi, and the man in Tsing Yi screamed "Ah".

"Someone sent a secret weapon...... Yang Muyun's eyes narrowed slightly, and he found that the source of the dart was where Fan Siye was standing.

"Your Excellency is good at kung fu," Fourth Master Fan's face was gloomy and terrifying, and a fierce color flashed in his eyes, "Do you really want to fight against my Fan family to the end?" ”

"Fourth Master Fan's words are serious," Yang Muyun clenched his fists and said: "I just implore Fourth Master Fan to raise his noble hand and let these villagers go, and don't take back these fishing boats, this is something that is more important than their lives!" ”

"Your Excellency came here from Daming Yuan, played a prestige, injured people, and pointed fingers at our Fan family...... Fan Siye sneered, "If I don't agree, can you just do nothing?" ”

Yang Muyun was silent.

"Your Excellency seems to be unwilling to give me the face of the Fan family," Fan Siye took a step forward, his eyes glaring at him like a knife, "If you can pick me up for three moves, I, Fan, will pat my ass and leave immediately without saying a word, if you are lucky enough to win your half moves, then you will follow me like them!" ”

Yang Muyun stared at him and said, "Fourth Master Fan, please first!" "Please haven't said a word, a few cold lights have been coming to your face. With a chill in his heart, he moved under his feet, dodged and avoided it, and before he could stand firmly, he was flying a few cold stars, as if the other party had calculated the direction of his avoidance.

"Snort-" Yang Muyun couldn't avoid it, and the sleeve of his left hand was cut a few times.

"Although this Fourth Master Fan is domineering, the kung fu under his hands is not weak," Yang Muyun was secretly surprised, "It's much higher than the chain gun, but this dart skill can't stop me." This is not to underestimate him, the real master of the dart is Gao Yuntian, the owner of Liuyun Villa in Xibaitan Mountain, Huairou County, on the outskirts of Beijing. Compared with Gao Yuntian, Fan Siye's dart kung fu is simply a battle between Haoyue and fireflies.

"Snort ......" The sound of the strong wind breaking through the air became denser, and dozens of cold rays flew towards Yang Muyun from all directions, which was bound to make him unable to dodge.

"Puff, puff, puff-" Fan Siye's darts were all nailed to Yang Muyun's body. "Brush-" The knife flashed, Fan Siye drew his knife and flew up, his hand rose and fell, and an empty shirt was split in two.

"Not good!" Fan Siye's pupils shrank, and he was knocked on the back of his right shoulder, Tianzong's acupoint was numb, and the strength on his arm suddenly lost. "When—" A knife fell to the ground.

"Kick and kick—" Fan Siye took a few steps back to the side with his left hand on his shoulder, and turned his head to look at it with a shocked face. I saw Yang Muyun picking up the knife on the ground with a smile and slowly coming to him.

The monkey-faced man shouted, and all the men in green clothes picked up sticks and surrounded them.

Yang Muyun didn't even look at them, raised the knife in his hand flat, and handed it to Fan Siye, "Fan Siye's martial arts are strong, let Zai open his eyes......" Yang Muyun looked at him and said: "If it weren't for Fan Siye's mercy, I'm afraid I would have died on the spot." ”

Fan Siye stared at him for a while, and Fang reached out to take the knife.

The monkey-faced man didn't know what to shout again, and all the men in Tsing Yi raised their sticks and pointed at Yang Muyun together, and they were about to take a picture, when they heard Fan Siye's roar, they were startled that all the men in Tsing Yi took a few steps back with their sticks.

Before the monkey-faced man stepped forward and said a few words, Fan Siye slapped him in the face, scolding while beating, "You are shameless, is Lao Tzu still shameless?" "It was spoken in Chinese, and it was clearly spoken to Yang Muyun. Then he said a few words loudly in Annan dialect, and the monkey-faced man covered his face and obediently retreated away with the men in green clothes.

Fan Siye waved his hand again with a blushing face, and several men in green clothes untied Ruan Axing and Ruan An. Ruan Ling, Du Shichun and Ah Bao rushed forward and hugged the two of them excitedly.

"Thank you Fan Siye." Yang Muyun smiled and bowed to him.

Fan Siye stiffened his face and said nothing, turned around and left, and the monkey-faced man and a group of men in Tsing Yi hurriedly followed.

"Thank you Young Master Yang," Ruan Axing staggered forward, his eyes moistened, and he bowed deeply, "If it weren't for Gongzi's rescue, our whole village wouldn't know what to do." ”

"Uncle Ruan......" Yang Muyun held his arms, "We have suffered together at sea, you must not be so polite, Yang is desperate for his life, and he must not watch them take you and Brother Ruan away." ”

The villagers also gathered around and said thanks. However, there are also some people with deep sadness on their faces, afraid that the Fan family will make a comeback.

"It's come to this, it's useless to be afraid," Ruan Axing saw what some people were thinking, so he said loudly: "They want to take away all our fishing boats, can the big guy still have a way to live?" With Yang Gongzi here, we might as well unite and fight with the Fan family, and maybe we can fight a way out...... "He is the most authoritative person in the village, and many young fishermen echoed loudly.

Everyone looked at Yang Muyun in unison, and Yang Muyun was a little at a loss.

"Abba said that he wants you to lead the big guys to fight with the Fan family!" Ruan Ling knew that he didn't understand Annan, so he explained to him, "You are in the limelight today, and even Fourth Master Fan has been beaten away by you!" You must know that he is the number one master in Huazhou. ”

"Oh?" Yang Muyun touched his nose, "No wonder he shot so sharply, it turned out that there was a gold-lettered signboard." ”

"This golden sign has now been shattered by you!" Ruan Ling smiled: "You are now the veritable number one master in the entire Huazhou. ”

Yang Muyun smiled and did not speak.

"Hey," Ruan Ling glanced at him, "You'll have to teach me martial arts later." ”

"The martial arts I teach are boring and difficult to learn," Yang Muyun said with a smile...... "It's boring, I think it's better to forget it." ”

"Why are you like this?" Ruan Lingxiu frowned, and said, "Do you want to ignore it after teaching for a long time?" He pursed his lips, "I won't let you teach in vain, you teach me, and I will teach you!" ”

"What can you teach me?" Yang Muyun raised his eyebrows and smiled strangely.

"Don't underestimate people," Ruan Ling pursed his lips and raised his chin slightly, "You teach me martial arts, I teach you to speak our Yue people's words, can you always let me be your interpreter by the side?" ”

"This is reasonable," Yang Muyun rolled his eyes and said, "You can't scold me, I'll praise me when you're praising me, right?" ”

Ruan Ling chuckled.

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In the capital, the haze of the epidemic has gradually dissipated, and the number of people on the street has gradually increased.

In the Tangzi Hutong of Yongfang, there is a restaurant built on the opposite side of the alley, and the restaurant is three floors high. Looking down from the window on the third floor, you can see the scene in the alley.

A woman wearing a hat sat in an accord near the window of the restaurant, staring at the spectacular mansion in the alley for a moment, and the plaque on the door of the mansion was engraved with three gilded characters "Yuwangfu".

At this time, the door panel rang rhythmically a few times, and the woman retracted her gaze and said softly, "Please come in!" ”

The door creaked open, and an old man about fifty years old walked in, with a Chinese face, lying silkworm eyebrows, and a blazing gaze. He closed the door with his backhand, slowly walked to the woman's side, and arched his hand, "Young master." ”

"Elder Gao, please take a seat!" The woman gestured to a chair across from her and motioned for him to sit down.

The old man did not refuse, and sat down in the chair, but only halfway there.

There was no food or wine on the table, only a pot of tea and a few teacups.

The woman reached out and picked up the teapot, poured a cup of tea, and handed it over, and the old man respectfully accepted it.

"Young master, do you still have to wait for him?" The old man took a sip of tea and asked.

"Hmm." The drape on the hood obscures the woman's face, and her face is not visible.

"Now the capital is full of spies from Jinyiwei and Dongchang," a sad look appeared on the old man's face, "It's too dangerous for you to stay here, and that case is ......"

"Elder Gao," the woman interrupted him, "do you think that emperor can still take care of this?" ”

"According to the information from the palace, the emperor's condition is gradually improving," the old man advised, "it is better to be careful in everything." ”

"That emperor has a fate," the woman sighed softly, "and it would have been better if I had stabbed him with that knife......"

"The young master is silent," the old man looked around vigilantly and lowered his voice, "It's all over, what do you want him to do?" ”

"Some things can be passed, and some things can be ......," the woman said, glancing at the palace in the alley, "It's not that you can put it down." ”

"The young master can't be true to him, right?" The old man's eyebrows moved slightly.

The woman was silent for a moment, and Fang said slowly: "I don't know if I have true feelings for him." But I know that he has real feelings for me. ”

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"Don't forget that he is the prince of the Ming Dynasty," the old man reminded her: "With such a life-threatening matter in front of him, does he still care about you, young master?" ”

"I'll find out if I don't care later." The woman's gaze deepened.

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A horse-drawn carriage drove from the palace gate into the nearby alley.

Zhu Qiyu was dressed in the big red python robe of the vassal king, sitting in the carriage sullenly, since Liu Yun had no news, he had been in a depressed mood, feeling like he was missing an extremely important thing, which made him unstable all day long.