Li Xingzhou just walked on the front foot.

Here, Wei Hanshuang is also going to Yixianglou to teach the piano.

Although she and Li Xingzhou are on the way, she wants to be with him.

Li Xingzhou is still young, and being with her for a long time, a woman who is good in a green building, will damage her reputation after all.

As soon as she entered the backyard, a sister who knew her well came over and told her that Qiyun was in a hurry.

Wei Hanshuang went up to the small building and entered a hut.

The cottage is very elegantly decorated.

There are several ink landscape paintings hanging on the wall, and a pot of orchids is placed on several cases.

There is a bookcase on the wall, and the bookcase is full of books, all beautifully bound.

A woman dressed in white and snow. Sitting behind a small case with a guzheng, she saw Wei Hanshuang, stood up elegantly from behind the guzheng, and came over to hold Wei Hanshuang's hand.

"Sister Frost, you're here!"

Qiyun bit her red lips lightly and told the story of the incident faintly!!

Over there is the Zhangshui Poetry Club that will be held tomorrow.

As the head brand of Yixiang Building, Qiyun was naturally invited to the list.

Qiyun was able to become an Oiran because of her superb guzheng playing and beautiful singing voice.

But now, Qiyun has asked talented people to compose lyrics everywhere, but there is no good quality, and without good words, the advantages of her own songs cannot be brought into play.

If you just rely on the guzheng to play, it is difficult to be the opponent of Liu Yun, the first prostitute in Qinghe.

You must know that the annual "battle of two rhymes" is the highlight of the Qinghe Qinglou world.

It doesn't matter who wins or loses, it mainly lies in a contention.

Qiyun can protect her innocent identity, relying on the signboard of 'the dispute between the two rhymes'.

It is precisely because of a signboard that she can maintain her detached identity, so that no one dares to force her to do something she does not want to do. If she makes the big boss feel that she is old and decrepit, and she can't win Liu Yun in competition, it won't be long before she becomes the plaything of a powerful person.

With Wei Hanshuang Zhuyu in front of her, Qiyun's greatest wish is to maintain her innocent identity, save enough money to redeem herself, and earn a free body.

Yesterday, Qiyun finally asked someone to invite Cui Yulun, the fourth son of the Cui family in Qinghe.

Unexpectedly, Cui Yulun actually asked her to serve the pillow for three days before he was willing to help her come forward, and hinted that behind Liu Yun, it was the eldest son of the Cui family, Cui Chiji.

After listening to Qiyun mournfully tell about her difficulties, Wei Hanshuang couldn't help but sympathize with this sister.

Qiyun got up and bowed.

"I beg my sister to help me tide over the difficulties, my sister is unforgettable."

Looking at Qiyun's moving appearance, Wei Hanshuang hesitated for a moment.

"I have a word here."

"It's called "Thieves."

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It was already night after Wei Hanshuang finished teaching Qiyun.

So she focused on a few key points and hurried home.

At this time, there were already many pedestrians on the street, and although the street tens of meters wide was not enough to rub shoulders with each other, all kinds of voices were indeed noisy.

Wei Hanshuang found someone following her as she walked, and she quietly turned to a dead end.

Six masked men appeared behind her.

A pike dart wanders nearby.

A two-meter man blocked the entrance to the alley.

A man with a ghost-headed knife stood in front of the big man.

One makes a single knife and the other makes a double knife to accompany the side of the leader.

"My sister is so skilled, she can find out from so far away."

A masked man at the head spoke, but it was a delicate little girl.

"Before the master died, he handed over the Red Whisk Sword Technique to my sister's hands, I don't know if my sister has been thorough for so many years."

Seeing that Wei Hanshuang didn't speak, the little girl led by her continued.

"Alas, I've been hiding for so many years, why are you obsessed."

"The master handed over the Red Whisk Sword Technique to me, and I am in charge over there, Shu Lin, why are you bothering?"

Wei Hanshuang finally spoke, but it was not the kind of gentleness that he was with Li Xingzhou.

"When you decided to follow Empress Wu, you were no longer considered a disciple of your own sect."

"If you want swordsmanship, you have it...

Before he finished speaking, Wei Hanshuang moved.

She is not a righteous gentleman, when there are fewer people and more people, she quickly strikes first.

"Ahh

A scream rang out, and the cries of dying resounded through the streets.

A passerby happened to turn his head, and then what he saw.

It was a myriad of metal cold rays, and the speed was too fast, like the blades of an electric fan.

In an instant, two circles of phantom figures were drawn, and blood flew high above the pedestrian's head with a scream.

Then a severed arm rose into the sky.

The sound of chaos, the people who can figure out the situation and those who can't figure it out.

Those who reacted and those who did not react are mixed in this moment.

"Ah~~"

"Ah~~"

"Ding ding~~"

"Ding ding~~"

Shouts, the sound of metal clashing erupted in all directions.

A black figure also lost control and flew out, smashing into tables and benches on the side of the road.

The man in black flew between the sawdust, rushing a few meters away. The arm he was best at using a single knife was gone, and he clutched his wound and screamed fiercely.

There are also occasional fights in Qinghe City, or two groups of people fighting on the streets.

There are various reasons for fighting, but with the big-character signboard of Qinghe Cui's on it, the general fight is controlled within a small area.

It's rare to get killed like this.

The people on the side of the road had already dispersed, and a few brave dared to turn around and look, only to see a woman flying, and besieging her were five masked men in black.

Oh, there's one that's scrapped and screaming on the ground.

The remaining five people were full of slaughter and bloody aura who lived a life of licking blood from the knife edge.

Despite this, in the case of five to one, the people in black still can't have the upper hand.

There was a large circle with a radius of more than ten meters on the road, and children were crying in the distance, shouting in the crowd, looking for their companions, and some people were pushed down and trying to get up.

Although it is said that being chased and killed by five people is still in a state of ease.

Although Wei Hanshuang abolished the other party as a single-knife man at the beginning.

But the scenes of the fight are not as elegant as the martial arts movies in the movie.

The sword in Wei Hanshuang's hand was only a little more than half a meter long, but it was shorter than an ordinary long sword, and it looked like the sword body was slender, and it didn't have the durability of chopping at all.

If Li Xingzhou knew, this sword was a software wrapped around Wei Hanshuang's waist.

Will he scare the third leg.

This kind of soft sword is often only used for self-defense, and is not suitable for fighting.

Wei Hanshuang was tall, but she looked a little thin, and she could only run and dodge in a small area.

The two-meter-tall man wielded the pillar of the wooden shed next to him as a weapon.

With a stick, Wei Hanshuang could only dodge in embarrassment.

In a short moment of fighting, Wei Hanshuang's dress was already covered with specks of blood.

"Hit her on the left shoulder."

Shu Lin wandered around the periphery, and kept talking about Wei Hanshuang's flaws.

A shuttle dart shot from not far away, brushing on Wei Hanshuang's shoulder.

Then bring out a puddle of blood.

Subsequently, the man holding the ghost head knife also approached, and the sword light slashed, forcing Wei Hanshuang to fly back.

"Attack her."

Shu Lin saw Wei Hanshuang's flaws and shouted.

The big man on the side picked up a table and smashed it, and Wei Hanshuang instinctively retreated quickly.

Taking advantage of the vacancy, Wei Hanshuang glanced at Shu Lin.

At this time, her hands were violently forced, her legs kicked, and her body fell to the ground and rolled.

Missed the attack of the Devil's Head Knife.

The table almost swept over her head and smashed into Shu Lin

When Wei Hanshuang's calf flew back, he was rubbed a few times by the double-knife man.

At this time, it was bloody, so it was not embarrassing.

"Ah~~!"

Shu Lin quickly stepped back.

Seeing that Shu Lin dodged the attack, a ray of light flew over.

The light swung in a subtle arc in the air.

Poof, stabbed into Shu Lin's chest.

Wei Hanshuang shot out the sword in his hand as a hidden weapon.

No one would have thought that Wei Hanshuang would shoot the sword out.

After all, as a swordsman, losing a sword is equivalent to losing its lethality.

In the case of four enemies, it is tantamount to suicide.

However, Wei Hanshuang really shot out the sword.

In her eyes, a junior sister who knows the roots is more threatening than the remaining four masked people.

Shu Lin, who was running, was struck by lightning.

The figure made a "boom-" sound in the air, and by inertia, it was still rushing forward a few meters.

Then she collapsed with a bang, blood pouring out of her chest like a spring.

If Li Xingzhou was here, he would definitely complain.

I thought it was a king.

I didn't expect it to be bronze.

The rest of the fighting didn't stop.

In the sword light, Wei Hanshuang, who had lost his soft sword, kept dodging.

Suddenly, the cyan skirt shook like a lotus.

The man with the ghost-headed knife staggered back, pain unspeakable.

A gorgeous flirtatious leg.

It is different from the flirtatious nature of kicking Li Xingzhou.

This flirtatious leg is directly towards the fatality.

On the side, another man with two knives also pounced, trying to force Wei Hanshuang away.

What I never expected was that Wei Hanshuang continued to move forward without fear.

The Ghost Head Knife is large and not very easy to wield.

The man with the ghost head knife hit the yin leg tried to swing the knife to dodge the moment he realized that he had been targeted.

However, his knife-wielding right hand was suddenly clamped.

There was a "click" on the knee.

His calf was kicked off and completely twisted ninety degrees.

"Ahh

When the ghost-headed knife man just screamed.

A white palm dilated abruptly in front of the pupils that were about to squint.

The sleeves of Wei Hanshuang's shirt are very long.

During the fight, her hands were barely visible.

Only then could I see the white arm stabbing out of the sleeve.

The sleeves rattle like whips that shook the air.

Wei Hanshuang's palms clenched into fists, and his index and middle fingers went straight into the eyes of the ghost-headed knife man.

The ripple-like force was transmitted directly into the eyes.

"Ahh

The ghost-headed knife man screamed, and his eyes were instantly blind.

The man with two knives next to him swung his knife and slashed at him, trying to rescue.

However, at that moment, Wei Hanshuang shot like lightning, and his figure circled behind the ghost-headed knife man.

"Smack"

"Bang Bang"

"Bang Bang Bang ....."

When the man with the two knives slashed over, Wei Hanshuang had already gone around the back of the man with the ghost-headed knife.

Her slender hand, which was good at playing the piano, smashed down from the air like a steel whip.

Eyes, bridge of the nose, Adam's apple, temples, spine, back of the head.

A palm slapped on the ghost head knife man's Baihui acupoint.

"Ahh

The ghost-headed knife man died in response.

I saw six companions, one maimed and two dead.

The man with the double knife had red eyes, and the knife light rushed over like a wheel.

Wei Hanshuang took the ghost head knife from the ghost head knife man's hand.

So,

She and the man with the two knives in front of her.

Countless sparks splashed out of Ping Pong Ping Pong.

A few seconds later, a large knife stabbed out of his back.

In front of the person's body falling, Wei Hanshuang, who was thin, stood there, holding a big knife.

Her face was full of murderous intent, and she looked at the two-meter man covered in blood.

The two-meter-tall man grabbed a table and smashed it.

Wei Hanshuang no longer dodged, and with a wave of one hand in the air, he smashed the table to the side with a knife.

Then she dragged the big knife and rushed over like a two-meter man.

Dahan's other table had just been waved, but Wei Hanshuang had already raised his sword light.

Boom –

The ghost head knife was already heavy, and what Wei Hanshuang was carrying in his hand was almost the weight of the ghost head knife.

With Wei Hanshuang's figure, it looks a little weird to drag around.

However, at this time, this knife light directly smashed the table, and the entire chest bone of the big man was split, and the big knife was embedded in it.

The fragments of the table that flew out with him were still flying in the air.

Wei Hanshuang's green hair was also in the air.

At this time, there were only two men in black left alive in the entire scene.

One was a broken arm early, and the one who withdrew from the battle was still screaming on the ground.

One is the one that makes the shuttle dart, which is swimming from beginning to end.

Wei Hanshuang looked at the shuttle dart as if he were looking at a dead man.

Then, as soon as she turned around, the hairpin that had been tied to her head appeared in her hand.

Wei Hanshuang walked like a shuttle dart.

Seeing Wei Hanshuang rushing over, the shuttle dart whizzed and spun wildly in the air.

However, Wei Hanshuang directly shortened the distance between him, and the flying shuttle darts in the air instantly turned into a messy ball of thread.

Wei Hanshuang rushed with the man.

The two fell to the ground and rolled together.

Finally, Wei Hanshuang turned around and stood up in stride, blood as if it was circling around her body.

However, the man's throat had been cut by the hairpin, and he lay on the ground without breath.

The rope of the shuttle dart fell on Wei Hanshuang's hand.

The hem of her blood-stained skirt swayed.

Then the long dart dragged the rope and flew over a distance of more than ten meters, embedded in the brain of the last survivor with a broken arm.

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The whole fight didn't last long, only three or four minutes, and the crowd around them had dispersed.

The noise was already a lot quieter, and several officials drew their knives and did not dare to come from afar.

Wei Hanshuang didn't care about them, she was covered in blood at this time.

Walking to the corpse of the junior sister, she was already out of breath.

Wei Hanshuang reached out and pulled out his sword and wiped it on his junior sister's clothes.

She looked at Shu Lin and said with a sigh.

"The red whisk swordsmanship is not a sword in people."

Then brush it and put your backhand into your waist.

It mixes with the peach blossom knot strap around the waist.

The thin waist is precious, attracting a grip.

And this waist is exactly what Li Xingzhou wanted to touch several times but didn't touch.