The August day was still a little gloomy and uncertain, the morning was still sunny, but after entering the afternoon, there was a dark cloud in the sky of the sun, no rain, no thunder and lightning, but a gloomy sky.

The team has begun to return home, and the atmosphere of the return journey is more lively than when I go, after all, the people see the excitement, like to see the groom handsome and extraordinary, and also want to be the first talented woman in the capital.

"That's Cai's talented girl, although I can't see it clearly, but I feel that she is so luxurious!" Some boudoir girls looked enviously at the figures in the carriage.

"This Cai talented girl is a famous and talented woman in the capital, but it's a pity that she married a madman!"

This sour voice was made by many young talents.

"I heard that in the past, Mu Shizi also studied in Taixue, and now it is still the sacrificial wine of Hongdu Menxue, which is a beautiful woman with a talent!"

", this shepherd is a sidewalker, not a Confucian disciple."

"If you want me to say that the son of the family is the current Taifu alone, in the future, he will inherit the title of Marquis of Ming, and the Marquis of Ming will be fiefdom of ten thousand households, how precious it is, and it is not a pearl for Cai's talented daughter to marry him!"

"I've heard that the shepherd's son is as young as an official, and now he is still classified as Hongdumen to learn to sacrifice wine, Jingping Zhonglang General, deserves the name of a young talent!"

"Hmph, Mu Longtu deceived the world and stole his name, but he was just a rogue boy!"

“……”

Looking at the bustling lot, the streets on the left and right are almost full of people, and naturally there are different voices, most of them are ordinary people, street vendors, merchants, farmers, and poor scholars, each with different views.

"Shizi, there is Luoshui in front, the terrain of Luoshui Street is not so wide and bright, there are rioters on the left and right sides, I'm afraid there will be people with bad intentions!"

In the greeting procession, Huang Zhong reminded him.

"Today is destined to be not peaceful, I'm not afraid that someone will do it, I'm afraid that someone won't dare to do it!"

Mu Jing raised his head and straightened his chest, rode forward, and said indifferently: "With Uncle Zhong here, I can be safe, but in order to ensure that nothing goes wrong, let Lei Hu lead people and guard Zhao Ji's carriage left and right, and no one will be hurt in the slightest!" ”

Today is his wedding, and it is also a game, some people don't look down on them, and naturally some people will take risks and want to pull their Mu clan down on this most honorable day.

He is not afraid, and since everyone is ready, it depends on which of us has the better means.

"No!"

Huang Zhong gave up his order, retreated, ordered Lei Hu, led people to protect the carriage, and then the team to welcome his relatives continued to advance.

The welcoming team got on the Luoshui Bridge, the Luoshui was rushing, and in the sound of panting, the eyes of the porters on the boat became fierce one by one, staring at the welcoming team.

Laugh at!

There was a faint silence, and someone drew his sword from its sheath.

"Take down Mu Jing and save Lord Sword Saint!"

This is a middle-aged swordsman disguised as a boatman, his light skills are very strong, from the river to the bridge, it is three feet high, he relies on the hull of the ship, swinging the sword straight up.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

There were six or seven ships on the river, and there were more than ten masters on the left, all of whom were swordsmen, holding swords and going straight up.

"Where did you come from, where did you go back!"

At this moment, a cold sword burst out from the air in the welcoming team, facing the assassin led by him.

"Block!"

One move to collide, the swordsman led by a sword was blocked, three or four steps back, but with his body still stood firm on the bridge.

"There are assassins!"

"Who is so bold!"

Many people on both sides of the bridge found it and screamed.

"Who are you?"

After the swordsman stood firmly on the bridge, he looked at this young man who was killed from the welcoming team, his expression sank, and the expert made a move, and he knew the bottom of the trick, this person's swordsmanship was not only very strong, but also similar to his own, as if he was out of a door.

"You don't have to ask who I am, I know that you are the king of Yanshan swordsman, you shouldn't come, go back!"

The young man held his sword and stood proudly, looking at the man in front of him with complicated eyes.

He knew the man.

couldn't bear to send him to death, so he took action in person, and he could still give him three points of life.

"Leave him alone, grab Mu Jing and exchange for Lord Sword Saint!" Wang Fu heard the words in his heart, but he didn't expect someone to recognize him, his heart sank, thinking of his cousin's situation, he was desperate at the moment, he shouted, and killed more than ten swordsmen.

"The younger ones dare to come and mess with my son's wedding and kill me!"

is also a ranger, but this is a ranger in the welcoming team, there are about seven or eight, each of them is a fierce swordsman, led by Tan Zong, the master of Jingwu Division, he has a solemn face, and there is a lot of anger in his eyes.

Dozens of rangers fought on this bridge deck, they were all swordsmen, you came and went, the movements were elegant, and the killing was incisive.

"Farce!"

Mu Jing shook his head, he glanced at it indifferently, and then said, "Go on, before the auspicious time of the court, return to the Taifu Mansion!" ”

"No!"

The welcoming procession continued on the return journey.

The battle on the Luoshui Bridge continued, both sides were rangers, and the fighting methods were similar, and for a while they were on par with each other.

"Who the hell are you?"

The long sword of the Wang suit was stained with blood, his pupils flickered, and he looked at the young man in front of him, the young man of the Wang Sixteenth Road Dragon Sword was actually even better than himself.

"I don't care who tells you the news of the Sword Master's imprisonment, I don't want to be manipulated, just leave immediately, otherwise no one will be able to save you!" The young man was Shi A, he forced back the king with a sword, lowered his voice, and said coldly.

"Master, it seems that our swordsmen can't repel them, do you want to let the crossbowmen do it?" A Jing Wusi henchman stood beside Tan Zong and said in a low voice, there are twenty black-clothed people behind them, who have been on the left and right, just arrived, and they all have crossbows in their hands.

"No!"

Tan Zong said coldly: "I want to see how far this Shi A can go, just a ranger assassin, kill or not, it can be done, but whether Shi A can be used in the future depends on this battle!" ”

……

After crossing the bridge, the welcoming procession walked north along the Luoshui Road, and the pace increased a lot.

Cross the Lok Shui Road and turn into West River Street.

Heading east along Xihe Street, they walked into the narrow Fengsha Street.

After walking this street, everyone became a little nervous, after all, the encounter with the assassin made everyone tense a string, but this street is not long but it is quiet.

Out of Fengsha Street, that is Yong'an Street, the end of Yong'an Street is Zhengyang Street, Taifu Mansion is on Zhengyang Street, that is to say, after this street, that is the range that Taifu Mansion can see, everything is safe.

But when the procession was halfway through, everyone felt a dark cloud rushing towards them.

Be quiet.

It's so quiet.

The quiet atmosphere of the people around the street who watched the bustle did not know when they left, and the shops that were still open before were closed, and this quiet atmosphere made people feel suffocated.

"Whew!"

In the void, a cold arrow broke through the sky and took Mu Jing's head.

Mu Jing's pupils changed color slightly, but he was not surprised, and he was calm.

"Broken!" The long sword crosses the air, breaking through the cold arrows that fly in.

This is Huang Zhong's sword,

"Younger ones, get out!" Huang Zhong took a step forward and shouted, and the sound waves roared in the nine heavens.

"Nanyang Sword King, worthy of his name!"

A figure jumped down from the eaves on the left side, dressed in black robes, tall and strong, but with a face scarf on his face, the aura emanating from his body was very strong, and it made people feel a little desperate: "Nameless junior, come to receive the lesson!" ”

"It's so strong!"

Huang Zhong's pupils changed color, his whole body was tense, and he could feel the strength of this figure.

"Mu Long Tu, Ji Ji, today is your death day!"

At this time, on both sides of the long street, there were about hundreds of black-clothed people, one by one holding swords in their hands, breaking open the doors and windows of the cover, appearing and surrounding the long street, surrounding the entire team to welcome relatives.

The leader was a young man in a black robe, a young man in a black robe, staring at Mu Jing with a grim look.