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The man in black standing at the end was like a scythe carrying a wheat, and he fell down in unison. After a volley, the elite of the Southern Jin army was exhausted, holding a goose feather and swinging towards the outlaws. The man in black, who originally just focused all his attention on Lao Jia and Uncle Gong, would never have thought that there was still a Southern Jin Dynasty warrior hidden behind him, and he was confused for a while.

The elite soldiers of the Southern Jin Army did not give them any chance, before the others reacted, Yan Ling slashed towards the neck, the number of roads of the regular army is essentially different from the outlaws who fall into the grass, the former only pays attention to how to kill in the shortest time, and never drags mud and water.

The rain soaked Lao Jia's clothes, he pulled Uncle Gong, who killed the red eye, to retreat to the door, and the figure blocked the whole door, Uncle Gong still wanted to go up and fight hard, he grabbed the collar, pulled back, and said in a deep voice, "Go back to the room to protect the two good young masters, I will fight with you if you have one less hair." ”

Uncle Gong immediately turned around and entered the door, leaving a sentence that doesn't need your nonsense.

Lao Jia closed the umbrella with his right hand, put it to the door, and slowly pulled out the second knife from the scabbard hidden in his waist.

A pair of green plums in their hands, the cold light flickering.

However, at this time, the man in black had no time to take care of it, the offensive of the Southern Jin Army intensified, and the man in black who was holding his breath to fight against the two masters had already been, and at this time, where was the bandit who wiped out the sharp spirit or the opponent of the elite troops of the Southern Jin Army, and he was killed in a round of fighting and retreated, and his soaked boots stepped on the puddle, making a slight sound.

The soldier battalion did not take advantage of the victory to pursue, but suspended the rectification, the man in black thought that he had an opportunity to take advantage of it, and immediately fled backwards, but the soldiers of the crossbow battalion hiding in the shadows raised their bows and crossbows at this time, aimed at the man in black running towards them, and pulled the trigger.

Rainstorm pear blossoms, as fine as a rain curtain.

The Southern Jin army showed an efficient way of killing, and in an instant, there were only a few people left at the entrance of the alley, looking at the swarming soldiers at a loss.

At this time, the room was already in a mess, the black and white chess pieces were scattered on the ground like a goddess, Chen Zhongxu's face was a little pale, and the front of his hand when the knife fell was glowing with cold light, shaking in front of his eyes.

He watched his brother take a short knife and plunge it into the throat of the man in black, a third of the way through his neck, blood flowing from the wound that had been cut by the blade, and the carotid artery that had been cut through it was like a spring gushing out.

Chen Zhongqing held his chin with his left hand, pressed down on the opponent's joint with his left knee, and held the front of the knife handle with his right hand, and then came out with lightning speed, blood splashed, bringing out a bright blood mark on the white wall. With a kick in his left leg, the dead assassin collapsed with wide eyes.

The blood-stained blade wiped several times on his sleeve, and he looked up at his brother, who was a little overwhelmed with fright, tilted his head and asked, "What's wrong?" Brother, are you scared? If your people had shown up earlier, I wouldn't have had to be so embarrassed. ”

As soon as Uncle Gong entered the door with his front foot, he saw Chen Zhongqing draw a knife and kill people with a neat and neat action, and he was stunned. It seems that the timid and fearful second son in his memory can no longer be associated with the young man who draws a knife and kills people in front of him without frowning.

Chen Zhong asked in a voiceless voice, "Why is your murder method smooth here?" ”

"Practice makes perfect."

Chen Zhongqing raised his head and saw Uncle Gong standing at the door, he breathed a sigh of relief, "Uncle Gong has come in, it seems that someone from the martial arts camp has come?" ”

Uncle Gong nodded, "The men in black have been surrounded by the elite of the Jin army, and they are encircling and suppressing this group of people. ”

Chen Zhongxu propped up the table with both hands, and almost collapsed weakly. There was a hint of surprise in today's layout, Wei Nanlu, who should have come over to collect the net, was nowhere to be seen at this time, and the catch did not arrive, only the Southern Jin Dynasty martial arts camp came, and he arrived at the last moment, if he was a minute slower, I don't know if his career would end here.

With a depressed expression, he suddenly thought of something, and a drop of cold sweat ran down his cheeks.

A few words flashed through my mind, and I shuddered.

Wushu battalion, Southern Jin elite, Huaijin South, warning.

He clenched his fists, pursed his pale lips tightly, and said in a deep voice, "The surname is Pei!" Actually play yin for me at this time! ”

Ten zhang away from Tsing Yi Lane, in front of the stormy teahouse outside the brick wall on the other side, a carriage was parked, and the horses in front of the carriage kicked the bricks and stones a little impatiently, and from time to time shook a wet mane, neighing in a low voice, and the white gas spewed out between the nostrils quickly disappeared into the darkness of the night.

The majestic descents fell on the carriage, and the swordsmen with hats surrounded the carriage in a circular arc back to back, wary of the dark alleys around it. The right hand is idle and casually on the hilt of the sword, but it can be drawn at any time. Even if he was watered by the cold rain, he didn't dare to move his steps casually, straightened his waist, and stood in the rain with a humble attitude.

The curtain of the car was occasionally lifted by the night wind, and only a scaly claw in the darkness could be seen, but the faces of the two people inside could not be seen clearly - the old man with gray hair and beard was wearing an ordinary white robe, and he could not see any rich and noble people's style, but he had the stability of Yuanyu Yuezhi before raising his hands and feet. The middle-aged man sitting opposite him was silk brocade, and he could feel the pride of power and wealth without deliberately publicizing it.

"A Bianliang is so big, it can't accommodate you a little phoenix chick Song Qingzhao Song official, what's the matter? Forced by the sable temple to have no way out, rushed to Hangzhou to be my companion? When Wang Sunxi returned, he could not stay in the mountains for a long time. I'm afraid that you have stayed in Hangzhou for a long time and lost your courage to move forward. ”

Song Qingzhao, who was laughed at as a little phoenix, sketched the corners of his mouth, leaned against the carriage and said, "It's just a chess game to be edicted, and it's not like the desperate Prime Minister Li Dangxian, the red python is nine thousand years old and is too lazy to attack a little person like me, just the saint is upset, and I, an old lonely minister of the former dynasty, went down to Jiangnan to relax, and he simply couldn't see it." It's Ye Lao, you pulled Song over in the middle of the night, just to watch this good show of killing people in the deep alley? ”

Ye Huangchao shook his head, looked at the rain curtain outside the curtain and said slowly, "It's just that Zhang Xun's old fox received the wind early, if he hadn't spoken, I really didn't know that there were such wonderful changes in Hangzhou City." Chen Zhongqing, this kid is not simple, one person almost provoked the attention of all the forces on the two Zhejiang roads, and even Bianliang cast his eyes...... I am afraid that the open and secret struggle between Huang Shiliang and His Majesty will be put on the table. After all, the Sable Temple is still under the command of the military attaché, and the Northern Expedition is approaching, so it can't ......be moved."

"Stop!"

Song Qingzhao restrained his expression, and said slowly and methodically, "I have made an agreement with the first emperor for three chapters, only for the Southern Jin Dynasty to invade the Northern Liao and seek the world, and the rest will be ignored. ”

"Ye has only one reluctant request."

Ye Huangchao raised his head and looked at the great strategist who had helped the first emperor to surrender the Three Kingdoms, "I hope that in the future, the Chen family will be born in Bianliang, and the Song officials will be able to take care of it more." ”

Song Guanzi paused for a moment, shook his head and said with a wry smile, "Song Mou is not a powerful minister, and the second is not a relative of the emperor, Ye Lao is serious." What's more, Ye Lao is about to enter the court in the future......"

As if suddenly thinking of something, Song Qingzhao paused and stopped talking.

Ye Huangchao sighed, "You can see it, anyone with a discerning eye can see that I have not returned to the court this time." Even so, I still want to enter the court and open a way for the world's scholars. ”

After being silent for a while, Song Qingzhao sat down and asked in a low voice, "I'm just curious, why does Ye Lao care so much about this descendant?" There are not a few talented juniors in Bianliang, and there is no shortage of such a half-......"

"This one is different."

Ye Huangchao shook his head and interrupted him, he was past the age of the sixtieth year, he had seen countless juniors, but he had never seen a descendant like Chen Zhongqing, who could make people applaud every time.

"What I said next was just the words of the old man's family. If the official doesn't like it, it will be the wind in his ears. ”

Song Qingzhao made a gesture of please, motioning for Ye Huangchao to continue.

"Ye has never seen anyone in his life, but I have never been able to figure out this descendant. Song Guanzi is likely to succeed you and become the second scholar in the Southern Jin Dynasty to seek the world. ”