In the first year of Ju Recede, February, Chung Ling Township.

It has been three years since Liu Xiu took his younger brother Liu Xiulai to defect to his uncle Liu Liang.

Liu Xuan walked drunkenly on the path in the field, walking slowly towards his uncle's house, humming a small tune as he walked.

Although it was only early spring, the cold had not subsided, and the snow on the side of the road had not all subsided, but Liu Jiu was naked, allowing his strong chest to face the cold wind and reduce the alcohol in his body. The silk tunic was tied together by him and tied around his waist.

And on his naked upper body, there are twisted scars everywhere, from his neck to his waist, dozens of places large and small. The longest one, from the left chest to the right ribs, is two fingers wide, and it is terrifying to look at.

Seeing his uncle's house from afar, with the lights still on, Liu Xuan frowned in surprise and quickened his pace.

At this time, it stands to reason that both uncles and uncles and younger brothers should go to bed. Normally, when he went back from drinking, he had to open the door and enter the house in the dark. How to ...... today

Liu Xuan walked quickly to the outside of the courtyard and gently climbed over the courtyard wall.

My uncle's house was not very large, and directly opposite the courtyard gate was a south-facing main house, separated by three rooms. Reception room, two bedrooms.

On the east and west sides of the courtyard, there are two smaller wings, where the two Liu Liang brothers and Liu Liang's own two sons live.

At this moment, the lights are on in the main room of the main house.

Liu Xuan walked lightly outside the main room along the root of the wall, and did not enter the door immediately, but squatted under the window and listened attentively.

There was a faint voice in the room, but he deliberately lowered his voice. Even if Liu Jiu listened carefully, he couldn't tell what was said inside. But the light reflected in the window, revealing several figures in the room, all with swords at their waists.

Liu Xuan's heart suddenly jumped, thought about it, and simply pushed open the door and walked in.

The door was in disrepair and let out a long creak. And with the sound of the door, there was a sound of choking swords coming out of the sheath in the room for a moment.

Liu Xuan tilted his head and looked coldly into the room.

Uncle Liu Liang sat at the table, looking at the door with a frightened expression, and half of his body was owed.

Sitting across from him was a middle-aged man with a long beard and about forty years old. He was wearing just the most ordinary cloth clothes, without any peculiarities, but whether it was his expression or temperament, it faintly revealed that he was accustomed to giving orders, and he was by no means an ordinary leader.

Neither of these two men had swords on their bodies, but several middle-aged men standing or sitting around the room had sword scabbards hanging from their waists, and they were clearly holding them in their hands at this moment.

The two people standing closest to the door, the short knife in the hand of the person on the left was already on Liu Xuan's chest, and the dagger held on the right side was horizontal in front of Liu Xuan's neck.

Liu Xuan didn't move, just lowered his head, looked at the two sharp blades in front of him, sneered, and two fine lights suddenly erupted in his eyes.

He let out a long breath, and his full chest suddenly dried up, and the tip of the knife that had been tightly pressed against his chest was half an inch away. At the same time, his head was jerked back, his right hand held the hand holding the dagger, his fingers pinched down like steel hoops, and a suppressed scream sounded low, and the dagger fell to the ground.

The man on the left was about to exert his strength and stab out the short knife, but Liu Xuan didn't give him this chance, and one foot had already kicked heavily on the lower abdomen of the man on the left. The tip of his foot was like the tip of a spear, and it seemed that he had not used any force, but it kicked him out of the air, slammed into the wall, and rolled on the ground.

And the person on the right who was pinched by Liu Xuan's wrist was already white, and beads of sweat the size of beans began to ooze out of his forehead.

Liu Xuan leaned down, and had already copied the dagger in his hand, across his neck, and turned his head to stare at him coldly.

"Who told you to use a knife at my uncle's house?"

Liu Xuan added three points of force to his hand, and the person he was pinching had already bowed his waist, his mouth was ho-ho, and his eyes were rolling.

In a flash of light, Liu Xuan knocked down the two of them, and even the rest of the people in the room did not have time to react.

"Say, "Who are you?" Duyong in the west city, or Zhang Feng in the east city? ”

Liu Xuan swept several people in the room up and down, and sneered: "The rivers and lakes are in trouble, the rivers and lakes are over." When you come to my uncle's house, what kind of hero is it? ”

Since arriving in Chungling, although Liu Xiu handed over Liu Xiu to his uncle Liu Liang to take care of, he had no intention of farming in the countryside of Chungling all day long.

How could a dragon among people like him be a cropper with peace of mind?