Xiao Jiansheng grew up beside Xiao Wen since he was a child, and he has a special feeling for wine.

He also specially flipped through the relevant classics to know what kind of wine is easy to get drunk, what kind of wine is warm and moisturizes the throat, and what kind of wine is like intestinal poison, which can't escape his sharp nose, such as the wine that the fierce man drinks at the moment is tantamount to intestinal poison.

Spicy mixed with a kind of unruly fierce, the first sip into the throat and stomach heart will suddenly slow down, or even stop, this wine is made of at least three kinds of spirits, the strong wine also exudes a bitter and corrupt taste, indicating that the wine is mixed with living things, such as poisonous five-step scorpions, two-toothed snakes, red scarf ants, etc., these daunting poisonous insects and poisons, ordinary people do not say drink into the stomach, even if they look at it through the mouth of the bottle, look at the picture of the stubble, keep you to spit out for three days, if it is really drunk to the stomach...... The consequences can be imagined.

For example, this man's method of drinking like this must have its own peculiarities, so the first time Xiao Jiansheng saw this middle-aged man, he became vigilant.

Now that Chen Shenping is not around, he is careful in everything.

The middle-aged man got up slowly holding the wine jar, still holding the unchewed jerky in his mouth, and said sullenly: "Should I call you Aoyagi, or call Mrs. He? ”

The middle-aged woman stood there quietly, her face was very pale, but she was strangely calm, as if she was struggling with a problem, so she didn't reply to the man holding the wine jar for the first time, and after a few breaths, her beautiful eyes smiled easily, handed over the child in her arms to the man beside her, and whispered: "He Shaoming, is this our life?"

The middle-aged man named He Shaoming still laughed spontaneously, carefully took the child over, pressed his head very low, kissed the child on the forehead like a dragonfly, and carefully tightened the thin quilt for the child, and said while looking up: "That's fine, I finally don't have to run anymore, it seems that Xiaohua'er is tired." ”

He Shaoming's heavy gaze swept over everyone present, and with trembling hands, the thin quilt of the child in his arms was completely covered, and he didn't look at the child again, the middle-aged woman named Qingliu quickly turned her head and didn't look at the child's little hand struggling out of the corner, and looked at the two women behind her with painful eyes, the two women wanted to pounce over to stop He Shaoming's movements, but Qingliu suddenly stretched out his hand in front of them: "Let's all stand back, the painting is still young and can't see the bloody rain, so it's the best." ”

The older woman took the hand of the girl next to her with a desperate look and decisively withdrew.

Xiao Jiansheng also felt that the atmosphere was wrong, and stepped back step by step.

At this moment, He Shaoming raised his head violently, looked at the man who was holding the wine jar and laughing not far away, and said coldly: "Zhou Ling, you are so calculating, not to mention that you destroyed Qingfeng Ridge, but also to snatch the formation spectrum, if you succeed today, this naïve should be blind." ”

Xiao Jiansheng watched everything quietly, and already understood that this was really a family, it should be from a place called Qingfengling, in order to keep the formation in his hand, in order not to let his children see this terrible river and lake, the father endured the pain of digging his heart, and ended the child's early life, how could he not want to prevent the tragedy from happening, but he understood that he did not have that ability, things were so simple, and the husband was not guilty.

Zhou Ling didn't look at the child in He Shaoming's arms, who was no longer struggling, stared at the two women behind him, and sneered: "The youngest son is dead, but you still have a girl, a niece, He Shaoming, He Shaoming, don't you worry that after I kill the two of you, I will sell them to the Spring Building to be happy by the men of the world, just a formation score, it is dead in your hands, perhaps, in the hands of my Zhou, the ancestral formation of the Qing family can be carried forward......

Tonight's crescent moon is exceptionally clear, like a broken mirror hanging above the city, the cold wind blows, the skirt on Aoyagi's body wraps tightly around the hazy body, and the full body stands out under the crowd, although it is the same age as a half-old, but many people still cast fiery eyes, until they smelled a different smell, and then began to go away along the moat.

The child in He Shaoming's arms was out of breath, he was still so calm in his arms, standing in the wind, as if listening to the wind's sad nonsense, Qingliu took a step forward, and said with a sobbing smile: "My Qing family's things don't need to be touched by you, a thief, you will die of that heart." ”

"I'm just asking casually, I didn't expect you to take the initiative to hand it over, in this case, it's time to go through the motions and go away, I haven't killed a woman for a long time, and I forgot where to start. ”

Zhou Ling walked slowly with the black wine jar in his hand, there were no shoes on his black and faint feet, and the bare feet crunched as he stepped on the gravel on the ground, and the footboard ran over, and the gravel turned into more broken small stones, his face always had a smug smile, and he stretched out his oily palm towards Aoyagi.

Just when Zhou Ling took the fifth step, Aoyagi, who had been on guard, made a decisive move, and his graceful figure slid out of ten zhang away from the ground, and at the same time, I don't know when the five colored stones held in the palm of his hand suddenly bloomed with five-colored light, and there were faint runes as fine as a daughter's needle and thread in the light.

As soon as the palm came out, the palm wind whistled out, and it seemed to be mixed with a sword that was invisible to the naked eye, and several clouds of blood mist burst out of Aoyagi's chest in a row, like cinnabar scattered in the wind, blowing out under the night, scarlet and dazzling.

At the same time, Aoyagi's curvaceous body was shocked back more than ten zhang without mercy, and it was already blood spilled on the front, and the young woman wanted to rush over to protect his mother, but was shouted back by He Shaoming, and she could only silently let Qing cry.

Zhou Ling took out another palm, just when the palm wind was about to be saturated, two swords flew out from He Shaoming's horse, like lightning that cut through the night sky, the first sword flew to Zhou Ling's throat, Zhou Ling chuckled and did not dodge, but the sword was cut off from his throat in several pieces, and then a sword suddenly appeared in front of Zhou Ling, just when Zhou Ling wanted to break it by the same means, the sword disappeared out of thin air strangely.

Zhou Ling looked at He Shaoming and said in surprise: "You are from Ghost Rou?"

He Shaoming just sneered and did not give the other party an answer.

When the sword that disappeared out of thin air reappeared, it was already like a soft snake wrapped around Zhou Ling's wrist, and suddenly, the sharp sword head burst forward, circling around Zhou Ling's right arm at a speed invisible to the naked eye, and where the sword went, flesh and blood flew sideways.

Zhou Ling realized that he had been fooled, and shook his sword away with a loud shout, but his arm was also blurred with flesh and blood, and his white bones were exposed, as if he had come back from a circle in the slaughterhouse, which was unbearable to look at.

Qingliu, who took the opportunity to breathe a sigh of relief, raised his hand suddenly, and there were five-colored rays of light hitting Zhou Ling's face between the flips of his wrist, but Zhou Ling was caught and held between his hands with that bloody hand, and his left hand was still holding the black porcelain wine jar.

Xiao Jiansheng could see clearly that the five-colored light was not an unusual thing, but just five colored stones.

Zhou Ling's face was hideous, and he shook his head in disappointment and said, "Your little Tianluo array is useless to me. ”

As he sneered, he only heard a "crunch", and the multicolored stone suddenly dimmed and turned into stone powder.

Aoyagi saw the colored stone shatter, but there was no trace of panic, but said calmly: "Is it?"

Zhou Ling seemed to feel that something was wrong, and when he was about to jump up, within a radius of dozens of zhang with him as the center, the ground began to collapse, and in an instant, the huge movement was like a landslide and the ground cracked, and hundreds of huge stones flew up from the ground and rushed towards Zhou Ling.

Xiao Jiansheng pushed back with the injured Qingliu and He Shaoming, until he couldn't feel the shaking of the ground, and at this moment, Zhou Ling had been annihilated by huge stones, Xiao Jiansheng thought that the overall situation was settled, and let out a long breath.

Although the fight just now had nothing to do with him, every move seemed to hit his heart, and it was extremely shocking, especially the ghost and soft sword technique used by He Shaoming reminded him of the scene during the Jade Shadow Sword Pool exam that day.

But Aoyagi and He Shaoming did not let their guard down, and their four eyes stared intently at the boulder pile.

Suddenly, the sound of "boom" continued, hundreds of boulders rose into the sky, had crossed the height of the city wall, at first glance I thought it was a rain of boulders from the sky, at this moment, a bloodied person walked out of the boulder rain.

Zhou Ling held the wine jar in his hand and laughed wildly at He Shaoming and his wife in the distance.