The blue-and-white Confucian shirt laughed and left, and Yue Pingchuan climbed the steps.

Zhao Li, the Qianwang on Qingyun Street, chuckled, turned around and entered the house, looking at the Qimen soldiers on the table, the prince sat down quietly and drank lightly.

It's not time yet.

Li Ruyu must first die under Yue Pingchuan's gun.

There is not only an excuse to kill Yue Pingchuan, but also to make the woman lose a sword.

As for the idea of snatching Li Ruyu over, Zhao Li has already thrown it out of his mind - how could a young man who dared to be fearless of Yue Pingchuan and wait for a gun with a book succumbed to his threat.

But it doesn't matter, if you take Xie Wanxi, you will also take down Xie Lang, the secretary of the ministry.

Behind Zhao Li, eight people appeared quietly, all without saying a word, standing there solemnly, their eyes were cold, like a fierce god's gate.

Thorn slaves twelve, Lin'an Shang eight.

……

……

Yue Pingchuan climbed the stairs.

As soon as he ascended the seventh order, a figure suddenly swept out of the sky, full of beard, rough and heroic, and his body still exuded the smell of last night's hangover, but his eyes were as bright as stars, and he smiled sincerely, "Lord Wang, stay here." ”

Yue Pingchuan was a little surprised, "In the past, the Yuan Gongzi of Daliang and Fujia Jiangnan, has he fallen so far?" ”

The bearded man's name Yuanqu has seen through the rich and poor things in the world, and laughed, "Down-and-out, maybe in the eyes of the world, this is down-and-out, but in my Yuanqu view, it is a happy song, this life, a pot of spring old wine, a bed and a few, is enough." ”

Temperamental man.

Yue Pingchuan was in awe, "You want to stop me?" ”

Yuan Qu looked back at the young man who was still holding a book and didn't know about swords, and he also had a little pain, so far as to store the sword intent, what kind of earth-shattering sword do you want to wield?

smiled: "Xie Shangshu is an interesting old man, since I drank his buried daughter Hong, but his daughter is back now, if she marries in the future without her daughter Hong, she always feels a little guilty, so just stop the prince for Xie Shangshu to shoot." ”

This is the crown word, in fact, it is the good wine that this old man has drunk for several years.

Mouth short.

Yue Pingchuan bowed his head and knew what Yuan Qu thought.

He wanted to break the innocent state of mind that he had just been baptized by the blue and white Confucian shirt man with the Spring and Autumn Sword for the book-holding boy, so that the boy could have the possibility of a war.

In the face of the great cool spear god in the innocent state of mind, the young man has no vitality.

However, who can break the innocent state of mind for a lifetime?

Yue Pingchuan held the gun and said seriously: "Please." ”

This is a respect for Yuanqu.

During the Fuxiang period, there was a rare catastrophe in the south of the Yangtze River, the northern barbarians invaded the south in time, and the imperial treasury was all inclined to the sixteen states of Yanyun, and the countless victims in the south of the Yangtze River were difficult for the court to cook without rice.

This rich man has just lost his parents and inherited the family business for the first time.

But he has the heroic spirit that the important ministers of the court do not have, and with a wave of his hand, he scattered all his family wealth.

Later, His Majesty Shunzong issued an order, and the rich and wealthy in Daliang all contributed money, silver, grain, and millet.

Hundreds of thousands of people are alive.

Only the wealth scattered by this rich man surnamed Yuan gave relief to no less than 100,000 victims.

The penniless young master waved his hand, went to the rivers and lakes with his bare hands, and was the idle cloud and wild crane, and then heard that he fell in love with a girl in red, so he was never heard from again.

The eldest young master's surname is Yuan, and he is a famous song.

The bearded man clenched his fists in return, "Please." ”

Immediately, he slashed his robe, pulled out a soft sword, and said with a free and easy smile: "I still want to drink spring burn for a few more years, so the prince will keep people under the gun." ”

Yue Pingchuan smiled knowingly.

The eldest young master who dares to scatter thousands of family fortunes overnight cares about life and death.

One hand and one shot out.

Very quiet shot.

Very bland shot.

Very gentle shot.

Very slow shot.

But a very heavy shot, once a shot is fired, it is unstoppable.

Mountains block mountains.

The river barricades the river.

Yuan Qu restrained his smile, with a dignified face holding the hilt of the sword in one hand, and the tip of the sword in the other, the bow of the sword body was like a half moon, and suddenly it was like a spirit snake swinging its tail, the long snake came out of the hole, and the sword body showed a strange arc.

It was like a long silk swirling around the tip of the spear.

Finger wrapping is soft, and it can be turned into hundreds of steel.

The gun and sword do not touch.

But in an instant, there was a grinding sound that made people's hearts goosebumps.

The spear is as steady as a mountain.

The software trembles like a sieve.

A layer of dense sweat appeared between Yuanqu's forehead.

As the spear advanced, Yuan Qu's hand was still straight, but his waist gradually leaned back, and finally he was irresistible, took a step back, and went up a step.

On the stone steps under his feet, countless cracks and fine lines suddenly appeared in silence, and spider silk spread.

There was a snapping sound.

In an instant, the stone steps disintegrated into rubble.

Yuanqu stands.

The soft sword wrapped around the tip of the spear, still trembling like a sieve.

The spear is still inching.

Between the skin covered by Yuanqu's beard, it began to redden, blood red, and then spread to the whole body, and the green tendons in the sword-holding hand were violent, like a mountain car approaching Mount Tai to force the palace.

Yue Pingchuan was expressionless, and slowly took a step forward.

Yuanqu gritted his teeth.

The other foot retracted, and he took another step back without touching the ground.

The stone steps under the feet, made of hard bluestone, seem to have become a piece of tofu at this moment, when Yuanqu settles down, it is like stepping on silt, and the surface of the foot is completely immersed in it, and there is no instep, but there is no dust raised.

But the spear was still unstoppable.

Yuan Qu retreated.

After the third order, there is no way back.

Yue Pingchuan silently stretched out his hand, and put his left hand on the tail of the gun.

Guns in both hands!

In an instant, muffled thunder exploded from the tip of the gun.

Yuan Qu snorted.

The steps behind him seemed to be overturned by an invisible hand, and the earth rolled and surged, moving layer by layer, like the water waves, until it surged to the feet of the young man holding the book, and then stopped.

The soft sword wrapped around the tip of the spear in his hand shattered, breaking inch by inch, turning into more than a dozen sharp arrows.

In the smoke and dust, Yuan Qu suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

When the dust settled, the tip of the gun was still inching.

Yuanqu can only close his eyes and wait for death.

Long.

There was no burning cold sensation in the chest with the tip of a gun piercing the chest, nor did there was a feeling of suffocation.

When I opened my eyes, I found that it was only against my chest.

A layer of redness floated on Yue Pingchuan's face, and it disappeared in a flash, forcibly swallowing back the blood that gushed into his throat - even if it was an innocent state of mind, if he wanted to suppress this unobstructed shot at the end, he would have to suffer an extremely strong backlash.

After all, the god of the Great Cool Gun is a man, not a god.

Yue Pingchuan, who was not stained with dust in a black python suit, put away his gun and said in a deep voice: "This shot, I will stay for the 100,000 victims in Jiangnan." ”

Yuan Qu smiled bitterly, "Lord Wang......"

After saying a word, I found that I didn't know what to say to express Yue Pingchuan's gratitude for hurting himself and not taking his own life, so he had to say helplessly: "If we can see each other again, I just hope that the next one is to sit and drink spring burn, not drunk, I heard that there are many fine wines in the prince's mansion, and I salivate." ”

Yue Pingchuan smiled, "Good." ”

If everyone in the world is like you Yuanqu, why worry about the injustice of the world.

With your merits to help the world, not to mention the fine wine of my Kaifeng Palace, it is the good wine stored by the woman in the Inner Palace, you can also drink it happily, who dares to say that you are not worthy.

The sages have a saying, if you are poor, you will be good to yourself, and if you are good, you will help the world.

You can also be a sage.

This great cool and loud world, all living beings in this world, these sentient beings with fists and hearts, all owe you a jar of wine.

It seems that now the autumn cold door Jinshi owe Liu Xiangyang.

also owes Shen Lian.

There are pioneers such as you in the world, and the world is fortunate.