The sword reached his throat, the old man finally moved, his deep eyes were slightly condensed, his right hand was lightly placed on his waist and abdomen, and then the silver light flashed, and the three-foot sword bounced out quickly, the straight blade, glowing with a trace of silver light, is definitely a rare good sword.

Zhao Xian's eyes lit up, and he was quite amazed at this long sword, but the old man's weak appearance made him very worried, and he couldn't even stand steadily, what could he do with a good sword? What made Zhao Xian unbelievable was that in the face of the assassin's incoming sword, the old man just flicked his wrist, and the long sword popped out like a poisonous snake, pointing at the assassin's blade, and the wide sleeved robe didn't even bring out a trace of wind, and even the old man's eyes didn't look at the assassin seriously.

"Ding~" The double blade wanted to be connected, and it was closed with one touch, and the old man put the sword into the sheath and returned to calm.

The master made a move, and the strength and weakness were judged, Zhao Xian didn't expect that this old man, who was unsteady in walking, would be so strong in martial arts. It seemed to be a light blow, but the assassin let out a low muffled snort, his right hand was slightly raised by the strong blow, and he couldn't even hold the sword on it, and his black eyes revealed a touch of consternation, and without the slightest hesitation, he flew backwards and shouted in a deep voice: "Withdraw!" ”

The assassins who followed were not mortals, and when they saw that the assassination attempt of the leader failed, they immediately retreated, and the three of them scattered, speeding away in three directions, and disappeared into the snow-covered roof in a few ups and downs.

The guards on the ground were still holding their legs and shouting, the red blood was sprinkled all over the snow, Bi Chun's body was hit by two swords, and the green muscles jumped angrily, which made the assassin easily retreat, and with a long knife, he chased after the assassin who was the leader, and the other guards were afraid that the assassin would kill the horse pistol, so they all tightly surrounded the old man.

Unfortunately, because the assassins targeted up to the old man, everyone neglected a place, in the middle of the street, around the young lady's carriage, which was already empty, except for a few horses snorting and arching the body of their dead master.

An assassin on the outermost stage, who was in charge of answering the attack, should have retreated immediately, but seeing this opportunity, he couldn't help but turn around again and gallop towards the young lady's carriage. The guards were all frightened, and quickly rushed to help, running with all their might, their boots on the ground full of snow and blood, bringing a little bit of red and white mud.

The assassin raised his sword and stabbed it into the carriage, the long sword shattered the cyan curtain, and a few snowflakes were brought into the carriage, and a beautiful woman with a slender face in an emerald dress could be faintly seen, and a little maid holding a small pillow with a shocked expression.

Zhao Xian frowned when he saw this, and said secretly, "If you can't beat an old man, forget it, if you don't rush to run, you're still ready to attack someone's daughter, this group of assassins is so unprofessional." ’

No sooner had the Assassin rushed into the carriage than there was a sudden sound of a clatter, a sharp blade piercing the air, a tooth-aching hiss, and a muffled sound of a sharp weapon entering the flesh. The assassin expected that there was a hidden weapon in the car to defend himself, and before he could dodge, he let out a cry of pain, collected his sword and retreated, and the guards had already arrived in front of the car, and the assassin had no chance to continue to attack, so he had no choice but to tap the carriage on his toes, jumped onto the snow-filled roof of the street, turned over and left the place, his steps seemed a little messy, and the injury was definitely not light.

"No need to chase!"

The old man shook his head slightly, raised his hand and withdrew all the guards who wanted to come forward to pursue, treated the wounded and cleaned the scene, and the carriage that protected the young lady. Bi Chun had already left, and if all the guards chased the wounded assassins, and someone came to kill the carbines, it would be more than worth the loss. The old man's breath was unstable, his face was flushed, he had just taken the next sword, he was not comfortable, he couldn't stand up on the stone bench for a long time, and it took a long time to recover.

Zhao Xian's eyes flashed with a little essence, looking at the weak old man like a giant panda, he himself does not know martial arts, and has always been yearning for those high-flying knights, but it is a pity that the flower language does not teach him, this mysterious old man, is obviously a super master, and he has been chatting for so long, how to say it is a little friendship, I don't know if I can ask the old man to give a few words......

After the assassin's incident, the old man also lost interest in continuing to talk with Zhao Xian, he got up and patted the snow on his body, and said loudly: "Drunk and lying on the battlefield, Jun Mo smiled, a few people came back to fight in ancient times, and the old man Shen Lingshan, he can hear such good sentences in his lifetime, and it is really worth this trip." ”

Zhao Xian's body staggered, his face froze instantly, this old man turned out to be Shen Lingshan, who was degraded by him, the corner of Zhao Xian's mouth twitched, and he glanced left and right to see if there was a chance to disappear.

In the carriage, the little maid who had recovered from the fright poked her head out at this time and said with a smile: "Silly big man, my old lord is the Marquis of Beiding, and you are embarrassed to brag in front of you, now you are really stupid, right?" ”

Zhao Xian saw that he couldn't hide, so he hurriedly got up and said: "Zhao Xian, the grass people, can live the words, I have seen the monkeys in Dingbei!" ”

Shen Lingshan hurriedly stretched out his hand, wanting to support Zhao Xian, but saw Zhao Xian stretch out his rough big hand, make a gesture of shaking hands, and look at him with blinking eyes. Shen Lingshan frowned, obviously didn't understand the meaning, so he flicked his sleeves, got up and shook the snow on his body, and said: "You kid, oily head and slippery brain, remember one sentence, talking about soldiers on paper is empty talk after all, the battlefield is not fought with mouths, I hope that one day, I can see your name on the roster of the Ministry of War, the old man will say goodbye, and we will meet again." ”

Shen Lingshan was picked up by Xiang Bo, because he had used force just now, his body became more and more haggard, and he swayed back to the carriage and slowly drove away from the blacksmith shop.

Zhao Xian saw that Shen Lingshan didn't mean to settle accounts with him, so he secretly breathed a sigh of relief, today in front of Shen Lingshan, he was demoted to stinky shit, Zhao Xian didn't believe it, this old man didn't mind at all, it was better not to see him in the future.

On the carriage behind, the little maid stuck out her tongue at Zhao Xian, and just wanted to taunt a few words, but was pulled back into the carriage by a hand. Zhao Xian only gave a middle finger to this, and in the incomprehensible gaze of the maid and the young lady, he returned to the blacksmith shop in a dashing manner.

Someone in the city assassinated the imperial court official on the street, Shen Lingshan dealt with it lightly, but Liu Wenchen, the prefect of Yizhou, couldn't, he almost fainted when he heard this, he thought that the old marquis Shen would inform him before he came, how could he think that he would come silently, and he also met an assassin, if he was the secretary of the military department, he had three long and two short on his territory, and he had ten heads not enough to cut off.

Now that the matter has come out, the prefect of Liu immediately imposed martial law on the whole city, and searched for the assassins with all his might, and the arrest in the city was fast, and the blacksmith shop was also several times before and after, asking about the assassination just now, and Zhao Xian was not in the mood to continue to strike iron, and after arriving at the meal, he hurriedly closed the door of the shop and prepared to go home for dinner.

The blacksmith shop is not far from Osmanthus Lane, there is still snow in the sky, there are basically no pedestrians on the road, Zhao Xian wrapped his robe and walked to the entrance of the alley, Lao Zhang of the chaos stall is cleaning up the stall, and at the same time discussing what happened just now with the bald man Li who knitted straw shoes at the entrance of the alley. Changzhou is quite peaceful, especially in the city, there are very few homicides, such as this kind of murder on the street, basically never happened, several people died in a few days, but the neighbors were scared enough.

Zhao Xian walked into the narrow alley, only a few steps, he noticed that something was wrong, the dead grass in the corner of the alley, and the morning faintly different, walked in and took a closer look, only to find that the snow of the dead grass, stained with a few points of blood, every few steps can be found some, along the wall, until a dilapidated deserted courtyard.

A hint of strange color flashed in Zhao Xian's eyes, the injured assassin just now really wanted to escape in the direction of Osmanthus Lane, could it be that he was too injured to move and hid in the deserted courtyard? Zhao Xian's feet involuntarily paused, looked left and right, and after seeing that there was no one in the alley, he quickly flashed into the small courtyard.

The small courtyard is full of fallen leaves, abandoned furniture and scattered people on the ground, entwined with a lot of dead vines, thick snow, covered with soft fallen leaves, a few messy footprints, one deep and one shallow spread on it, after Zhao Xian came in, he saw a black-clothed assassin, lying on the snow, without the slightest sound, and I don't know whether he is dead or alive, and there are no other two assassins around, I am afraid that he has not found a hiding place for this assassin.

Zhao Xian approached cautiously, looked carefully, and found that this person was in graceful shape, round and full of hips, don't touch it, you can know the tight elastic surname, and the slender waist, forming a wonderful peach shape, it is very appropriate to describe it with fat buttocks, with Zhao Xian's many years of experience, this is definitely a woman, a woman with a good figure and a very good child.

Although the female assassin was lying on the ground, she could still feel the slight ups and downs of her body, and it seemed that she had just fainted, but the blood stains on the ground melted a deep groove on the snow, and so much blood came out, and she was not far from death.

Zhao Xian's eyes flashed slightly, since he is not dead, he can't waste it, do you want to take advantage of the fact that his body is still hot...... He licked his chapped lips, gasped for heavy snort, and crouched down beside the assassin, his fiery magic hand slowly reaching out to the fainting woman's fat...

"Whew!"

A terrible sword roar, a little bit of coldness, flashed out from under the body of the 'fainted' assassin, the female assassin who was half dead just now suddenly turned over at this moment, and the soft sword hidden on her waist stabbed Zhao Xian's neck like a poisonous snake.

Zhao Xian sneered, and jumped out of the distance without saying a word, the female assassin still wanted to chase after him, but unfortunately his body had just stood up, and his feet were soft, and he was on the snow again.

The female assassin had a thin arrow on her shoulder, deep into the flesh, the arrow was not long, it should be a sleeve arrow, a crossbow in the instrument fired, it was obviously smeared with poison, the female assassin wanted to get up, but her body could no longer move, even so, her eyes were still staring at Zhao Xian coldly, her dark eyes were like a poisonous snake, and the cold made people's backs chill.

"You're a hedgehog?" Zhao Xian scolded, the sword just now, he still has palpitations, if he hadn't been prepared, I'm afraid he would have to see the king of Hades again, he walked over and kicked the sword aside, squatted down and looked at the assassin a few times, the assassin had already stared at him coldly, looking like he was not dying, gasping slightly, Zhao Xian couldn't help but feel angry in his heart, he had been in the south of the city for more than ten years, and there were not a hundred but eighty children who had beaten down, how could he be afraid of this half-dead look.

Zhao Xian stretched out his big hand, patted the assassin's covered face, and said disdainfully: "Xiaoxiang, I really thought that the master would be stupid to touch you, I have more people than you have ever seen." With that, Zhao grabbed the female assassin by the collar and lifted her up, tearing off the black veil that covered her face.

Under the veil, there is a pale woman's face, due to excessive blood loss, there is no trace of blood on the face, the lips are slightly white, and the eyes are also a little trance, but even so, a pair of apricot eyes and two moth eyebrows, still with a bit of natural charm, with the action of biting her lower lip in pain, which is like a wounded assassin, but like a poor little woman who has broken melons for the first time, and is painful and afraid.

Isn't this the woman in red yesterday! Zhao Xian was slightly stunned, he didn't expect to meet the woman in red in this situation, assassinating the court official on the street, this woman was brave enough, he couldn't help but be surprised, afraid of strangling this woman to death, and the strength in his hand was also loosened.

The female assassin was picked up, pulled the wound on her shoulder, and let out a muffled snort, her eyebrows furrowed slightly, and she wanted to resist, but she couldn't even lift her hand, seeing Zhao Xian looking at her, the female assassin's face showed a trace of weakness, and she said weakly: "Little brother, let my sister go, I will promise you any conditions." ”

Zhao Xian was very disgusted by the title of 'little brother', but 'agree to any conditions' still made his heart flutter, it seemed that this half-dead female assassin wanted to seduce him in order to save his life. Zhao Xian completely ignored the female assassin's pitiful expression, he prayed yesterday that the woman in red would not fall into his hands, but he didn't expect God to love him so much. Zhao Xian couldn't help but sneer, pinched the female assassin's face, carried her on his shoulder, and said, "Ye just lacks a daughter-in-law, as long as you go home with me and sleep, I will let you go." ”

The female assassin was carried on her shoulders, and her body became even more uncomfortable, and she coughed a few times, and her face turned red. Seeing that Zhao Xian was going to take her away, the female assassin showed a trace of panic on her face, and hurriedly said: "Sister promises you, you see that this courtyard is quiet and no one disturbs, the sky is a quilt and the snow is a bed, wouldn't it add a little more fun, why do you have to go home." ”

Zhao Xian just turned over the wall around his body, and almost planted it when he heard the words, 'The sky is the quilt, the snow is the bed', isn't that a field battle, but the fun is quite enough, but in the field battle of the cold winter and the moon, this woman is not afraid of the cold? It's comfortable with a warm bed. Zhao Xian glanced at the woman in surprise a few times, and said: "Girl, please respect yourself, I, Zhao Xian, have been law-abiding and knowledgeable since I was a child, how can I do that ridiculous thing called Xuanyin, let's go home with me." ”

The female assassin's face was cold, if her eyes could kill, Zhao Xian had been stabbed to death several times, and the arrow wound on her shoulder had already made her not have much energy, and after a few breaths of relief, she threatened in a cold voice: "Stinky boy, I don't have time to accompany you to talk nonsense, I didn't come alone, if you send me to the government, I won't necessarily die, but you will definitely not live tomorrow, we met yesterday, and it can be regarded as fate, as long as you are obedient and obedient, sister, I will not treat you badly." ”;