There is not much time left for Zhuang Zuo, if Yan Zuo really has murderous intentions, when he arrives at Yushan Villa tonight, Zhuang Zuo can be said to have no hope of escaping. He just couldn't figure out this truth, even if killing him would have a thousand benefits for Yan Yan, even if the balance of power of the state religion would tip to Master Yan's side, an unjustified murder would leave him a stain for life.

In a place like Cunya, stains cannot be covered up by power, and it is not Jinding, nor Wusui, nor is it the assassin party of Shizhou. The nine-inch cliff wants to be worshiped by the world, but not by blood, not by money, not by a soldier, this is very strong, but also very fragile, I don't want your money, not afraid of your sword soldiers, if you can't bear my worship, how can I worship?

Of course, Master Yan understands this truth, although everyone in the Cunya Dao Altar knows that he is vicious and vicious, and he is a wolf, but the people of Shenzhou do not know, and if the people of Shenzhou do not know, you have no basis to attack him. People only say that he is a lone and a good man for half his life, and he has a black cuckoo falcon on his shoulder, walking the world, fighting fierce snakes and evil pythons, and people getting rid of evil and evil demons.

The Qingping Heavenly Army started from Yunliang in the east, and when Xuanchen turned the world upside down, Yan Qi, as the head of the Qingping Dao in Taiwei, did not dare to respond to a word, but secretly supported a few henchmen to set up the so-called "Qingping Heavenly Army Western Army" in the northwest corner of the empire. And it is such a group of people, and on the surface, they are also dissociated from his master.

How much notoriety will a violent death of the Dragon Bridge Guardian add to Master Yan, and how much convenience will it provide for his road to the top? Zhuang Zuo repeatedly compared the two, and he finally felt that the former seemed to be too much lighter—this was just a dereliction of duty in Xiaoxiaolongqiao, although he had done countless errands and made countless contributions for the former national teacher, whether overt or covert, but no one knew about these, and no one knew about them when he came out of the Nine Inch Cliff.

Thinking of this, Zhuang Zuo's heart was filled with a sense of amazement, a cold window that no one had asked for ten years, and now, he believed the words on the note.

He walked behind the screen, scooped a scoop of bath water, and threw the whole inkstone into it, and the already turbid water suddenly turned into a black mirror, reflecting Zhuang Zuo's grim face.

This new dress is too white and bright, even on such a cloudy and moonlit night, it is still too conspicuous. Zhuang Zuo took off his clothes, soaked them in ink, and when he lifted them, all the scoops of water were sucked dry, leaving only the wet inkstone at the bottom of the scoop.

At this time, the clothes had become as black as the night, Zhuang Zuo wrung it out hard, and the black was not light, but not so bright, from black pearl to charcoal.

The wrung clothes are worn on the body, and the residual temperature of the bath water is not cold, but Zhuang Zuo knows in his heart that in less than half an hour, this newly made night clothes will be as cold as the lake of Layue.

Another gust of wind blew the window open, and the cold went down my back. After nightfall, the jade villa is quiet and cute, the peach paper lantern is hung in a corridor and a pavilion, a box and a pavilion, only two red men with light makeup and heavy makeup are missing, chuckling and pushing open the door, this night, it is different.

No one noticed that a door in the east-facing building was wide open, and there was no red candle tent for the benefactor's benefactor, only a bucket of dirty, blackened bath water, and an inkstone that had been discarded haphazardly on the ground.

Zhuang Zuo held the sword in one hand and the railing in the other, and turned back to touch the stairs step by step. He looked at the room on the other side, which should be Yan Qi's two righteous sons, and the lights were on, and there were laughing figures cast on the door.

Carefully sailing the ship of ten thousand years, Zhuang Zuo walked lightly to the side of the stairs, drew his sword and drew a tribulus talisman on the ground, within three moments, if someone passes by above, the soles of the feet will be as painful as a thousand needles penetrating, ordinary people are tricked, and they can't get out of bed within three days.

After doing this guarantee, Zhuang Zuocai turned his back to the gate of the villa, and he looked back at the jade villa in his sleep, where the walking corpse was like a nightmare for ten days, and he raised his eyes to look at her for the first time tonight, and it was already separated at a glance.

He thought of the two girls that Chang Keyu brought during the day, and when saving life became Zhuang Zuo's top priority at the moment, some other instincts as creatures also sprouted through the night. Ah, daytime prostitution, he is so sorry that the wet clothes are attached to his body, and it is not cold.

Chirp –

A long sigh woke Zhuang Zuo up from a soft dream. It's a beast with a white feather in the feathers.

The cries of the cuckoo falcon are like the whistle of a firefighter, and the sound is endless, which is more disturbing than the fire. The whole villa was woken up by it, and the doors lit up one by one.

Zhuang Zuo hurriedly turned around, raised the round grass, and stabbed another gold-piercing talisman at the black-cuckoo falcon above his head, and the white mang stabbed it, but was flapped by the beast and dodged.

Behind him, Zhao Kun and Chang Keyu had already come out of the room, and Zhao Kun rushed in front of him, pulling out a big knife with a ring head, which did not match his immature joint outline.

Zhuang Zuo no longer cared about the white feathered beast, and ran towards the gate of the villa.

"Zhuang Zuo! The change of Longqiao is still inconclusive, do you want to abscond in fear of crime!" Chang Keyu shouted loudly, as if to let the entire Yushan Villa hear.

In front of him, Zhao Kun, who rushed downstairs with a big knife, stepped on Zhuang Zuo's thistle array, trembled, and the figure that rushed forward suddenly fell, turning into a ball of hemp rope curled up on the ground.

Chang Keyu, who was still shouting, hurriedly took three steps and two steps to the bottom of the ladder, and asked his brother to twist into a twisted crying face, with pity and resentment in his eyes.

Zhuang Zuo took advantage of this time to run to the door, the door latch was a little tight, he had to clamp the round grass under his armpit, push with one hand, pull with the other, and want to pull out the latch quickly.

A flying sickle like a dog's tooth was embedded in the door panel, only half an inch away from the back of Zhuang's right hand that rested on the latch of the door.

Following the chain of the sickle, the scythe in Chang Keyu's other hand was swinging in the air. Zhuang Zuo hurriedly turned around, his right hand held back the Yuanmao sword from his left armpit, and flew to the side to dodge, and the other flying sickle was planted in the place where Zhuang's left head was just on the door.

Looking coldly at Zhuang Zuo, who was on the ground, Chang Keyu bent down, picked up the big knife from his righteous brother's hand, held it in one hand, and walked towards Zhuang Zuo step by step.

Zhuang Zuo also pulled out his sword, plunged it into the ground, and propped himself up. His heart was beating hard, not because of the constant hesitation in front of him, but because of a coercion that was getting closer and closer, a familiar and disgusting coercion.

"If there is anything that our brothers are not entertaining, Senior Brother Zhuang can just say it. Isn't it too kind to leave without saying a word, and to draw that thing in front of the door. ”

Chang Keyu took four or five steps, and the expression on his face became playful again, only those close to him could see that underneath it, there was a unique anger of "Xie Baibing".

He took another step, crushed the soles of his feet, and began to stand on the ground. The broadsword drew a semicircle in the air, with the flat end at his right side.

Of course, Zhuang Zuo knows Chang Laoda's ability to solve hundreds of soldiers, swords, guns, swords, halberds, axes, hooks and forks, which Chang Keyu can play smoothly, but when it comes to his housekeeping skills, it is still the pair of flying sickles just now. These two simple farm tools, which are connected by iron chains, can be transformed into a thousand tricks in the hands of the "Hundred Soldiers". But it was Chang Baibing, who held the flying sickle, and when he really fought, he was not the opponent of his Zhuang Zuo's round grass. Today's situation is really too much of a disadvantage for Zhuang Zuo.

"Come, let me see how many tricks Senior Brother Zhuang's round grass long sign can conjure. ”

Chang Keyu himself didn't understand this truth, he just wanted to delay the time as long as possible, Bai Chao kept calling, he knew, it's soon.

But Zhuang Zuo had no way to turn around and get out of such a stalemate, even if Boss Chang just kept holding the knife, it was also an unsheathed treasure knife, not necessarily cutting through the round grass, but it was easy to say that it was easy to cut at the back of the fleeing enemy.

So he decided to strike first, and the tip of the slender sword shook out in the air, and Chang Keyu's eyes didn't dare to leave for a moment.

Chirp –

The blackbird falcon let out another long cry, and the round grass fell to its half-breath, but it also stabbed out like lightning. Chang Keyu held the big knife upright and slashed at the long sword that stabbed horizontally from the side.

The swords were wrong, Zhuang Zuo's Yuanmao sword faced Chang Keyu's big sword, and still stabbed towards his face, and the blade and blade scraped out a piercing sound.

Chang Keyu continued to exert his strength, twisted the big knife, and slapped it with the wide knife towards Zhuang Zuo's thin sword. The sword spike had to deflect towards the void on the right side of his skull.

Seeing that a blow missed, Zhuang Zuo immediately put away his sword, and the big sword suddenly lost his opponent, and the remaining strength went to the side; I saw that there were words in his mouth, and at the end of the day, he spit out a large cloud of wine mist out of thin air. The mist of wine passed through the spell, and it turned into a great flame and rushed straight to the door of Chang Ke Yu.

Chang Keyu didn't have time to parry, and there was only enough time for him to turn sideways and avoid the vital point. Zhuang Zuo thought that he had no big grudges with him, and even received his favor in the early years, so he kicked Chang Keyu, who was holding his head in his hands, away, and let this fire burn into the air.

Chirp –

The annoying bird was still calling, Zhuang Zuo glanced at the two brothers who were falling down by the stairs again, and felt a little nameless apology in his heart, then turned around, pulled out the half-drawn latch with one hand, pushed open the door, breathed a sigh of relief, took a chestnut mare in his hand, and rode to the southwest.

......

On a high cliff three miles away from the Jade Villa, Bai Chao hovered in the air for three weeks, landing on the arm of an old man with two temples slightly spotted to the right, and a pair of sharp eyes and bones were spinning.

"I said I'd see him tonight," said the old man, as if talking to a bird on his arm.

As if he understood, the black falcon fluttered its wings and took off as soon as it spoke, and swept straight to a place in the forest.

The old man's right hand still retains the posture of an eagle, and his left hand is raised above his head, as if to hold the day.

"Bai Chao, get out of the way!"

The golden lightning converged in his hand, converging into a spear, and he threw it violently, and the thunder spear pierced straight into the direction where the blackbow was hovering.

In the dense forest, nothing can be heard.

"I hate it when people release my pigeons. The old man stroked the Saker that had returned his hand, and continued to complain to it that he had not finished talking to until he had finished.