Fengwu opened the letter, and there was only one sentence on it - there are important things in Daguan Mountain, and they must be taken!

The inscription is "Dushan", which is Yun Lang's handwritten letter.

After reading it, Feng Wu pinched the letter with his fingertips pointing upward, opened his five fingers, and exercised his palm, and the letter instantly turned into fine dust and scattered in the air before it fell.

"The people of the Courier Alliance are becoming more and more confusing." Juechen looked at Fengwu with a smile, "Is Ah Lin finally going to walk with me?" ”

"Hmm." Feng Wu's expression was solemn, since Yun Lang had spent a lot of money to ask a messenger to send a letter, it naturally showed that this matter was important, but this trip to Daguanshan must be dangerous.

"Looks like you're not reluctant?" Jiechen pretended to be sad, and tapped his fingertips on Feng Wu's cheeks, which made him "unable to move" again......

"Ah Lin is a man, why is he more shy than a woman at every turn?" Juechen said and grabbed his right arm, and this time Feng Mist's face was so red that he didn't add any modification...... How high is the mana? It's not that I can't hold it back!

I don't know how long it took......

"Is Ah Lin going to stand in front of this store all the time?"

"Huh? Didn't ......" Fengwu raised his eyes and looked at the sun, which was not too high, "Let's go?" ”

"Naturally, Ah Lin has the final say."

In this way, Jiechen held Fengwu's hand and walked on the street facing the morning sun. The woman is dressed in a red dress, bright and enthusiastic; The man was dressed in blue, calm and calm. The two walked together, like a beautiful scenery, causing everyone to peek sideways.

Ah Lin was really relieved to leave the young man in the store with the scholar, not afraid...... Tricked? ”

"He won't do anything, and he can't do anything." Feng Wu's words were light, as if he was answering something innocuous about it.

The more he is like this, the more unquestionable he is, and the more he can give people a sense of confidence.

"Hehehe~ Ah Lin naturally didn't say anything wrong, but ...... The movements of the little boy next to him must be in his eyes! ”

There are thousands of treasures in the He family, and He Gu has more than a dozen of them on him, and it is not difficult to open one or two treasures when he shrinks beside Gu Li.

Feng Wu turned his face sideways, raised his eyebrows slightly, and smiled lightly, quite proudly. No matter how small He Gu's actions are, how can he hide from himself?

"In this way, I also want to thank Ah Lin for Xiaoyi." Jiechen knew that Fengwu's spell to protect Xiang Yi was not a great deal of mercy, and his original intention was just to help her.

It is a great favor that the person who guards himself all night and protects himself all night, and never lets anyone know his secret, how can he not protect her?

The morning sun shines on the eaves, and the bells under the eaves sway lightly, making a clear sound. What the other party thinks, the two know it, but they know it tacitly.

"Ah Lin wants to go in?" The two stopped at the door of a teahouse at the same time, hanging a signboard "Wanqulou". This place is dedicated to storytelling and singing, there are both lobby and private seats, all kinds of people and other fish and dragons are mixed, and it is the most suitable to listen to the news.

"Two guest officers, please upstairs, please upstairs!" The running guy in this teahouse has the most outstanding eyesight, and he has contact with all kinds of teachings and nine streams, and he knows very well what kind of people should be led to.

The private room upstairs had already been cleaned and spotless, but the man still grabbed the white towel on his shoulder and wiped the table and chairs vigorously, and shouted: "Private room No. 5 - a pot of good tea - two plates of pastries - "

Looking from the upper floor, the situation in the lobby is comparable to that in the inn, and there are some people drinking tea and holding weapons. It's just that most of them are small sects with no names and no surnames, and some of them are not even sects, at best, they are just groups of scattered brave and reckless people, vulgar and ugly words, and they are always accompanied by wild laughter, which makes the whole hall roar.

"Bell!" There was a clear sound in the lobby, and the tea bowl turned into finger-sized fragments, splashing all over the table, and the noisy few people had a lot of small cuts on their faces, and the tea also flowed down their faces.

Feng Wu looked through the air, it turned out to be a young man in the opposite room, slightly younger than Gu Li, a face that didn't seem to have fully grown, and two retinues who looked to be in their twenties were beside him.

The four people in the lobby who were drenched with tea, all dressed in dark clothes, one wore a straw hat, and their bodies were thin; One hunched over, full of greasyness; a bald head with a beard, born with a fierce and unresponsive appearance; There is another one, not thin or fat, with his hair tied, he doesn't seem to be able to do anything, but he likes to "pretend to be in a posture".

The first thing to annoy was the "pretending posture", stomping off his left leg on the bench, slapping the table and raising his sword, drawing his sword and pointing at the young man on the second floor: "Little rabbit, you are looking for death!" ”

"Noise!" The young man gave him a blank look, disdainful of talking to him, for fear of losing his identity.

"Yo! Whose junior is this? So rude! He put his sword back on his shoulder, and sneered at his waist.

"The Yan family?" Fengwu asked.

Jiechen put down the teacup and replied to him, "Exactly." ”

The three young men were dressed in light gray satin shirts, and their clothes were embroidered with patterns similar to gear clockwork and mortise and tenon joints, but they were not rigid and ugly, and they were quite distinctive.

Although Fengwu has never seen it, the first glance still thinks of the Baiqiao Gate, which is mainly based on the craftsmanship of the mechanism, and the current door owner is called: Yan Qi.

After hundreds of years, Baiqiaomen has no other organ in the world, and it can be said to be the overlord. It's a pity that in the past hundred years, there are fewer and fewer people who have devoted themselves to drilling, and everyone only hopes to attain the Tao and ascend to heaven one day, and the master of the door is strict and old-fashioned, and he strictly abides by the rules of the ancestors, and refuses to open a Taoist hall to teach the disciples of the outer sect to practice the law in the face of everyone's wishes, and the Baiqiao Gate is also declining.

The emaciated camel is bigger than the horse, if you can't recognize and guess that this is a hundred Qiao Men people in the rivers and lakes, there are very few, and now the hundred Qiao Gate is in decline, and the people in the rivers and lakes have long stopped taking the Yan family in their eyes. Pretending to say this is naturally to look down on the young man and deliberately anger him.

The Yan family is strict, others say that they are rude is a provocation, where can the young man calm down, he already hates the vulgar faces of these people, but now he directly raises his sword and jumps down. The remaining three people at the table stood up and waited.

"Vulgar people!" The young man landed and disliked the four of them but did not approach, and was interpreted as scared by the pretense of posture, and then laughed: "Master, when you have a temper, you stand up with a face, but you didn't think you would be a little lady!" Hahaha! ”

There is no shortage of people watching the drama in the lobby, seeing the pretending to laugh, everyone also laughed, and the whole teahouse was even more noisy, buzzing and annoying.

The young man drew his sword, his feet were like a gust of wind, and he shouted: "The master will teach you to be a man today!" ”

Pretending to be in a posture that he wanted to show his good hand in front of everyone, when he saw the young man coming, he immediately pushed away the others and raised his sword to meet him.

The sword blades met and staggered each other, the young man avoided it sideways, stabbed straight into the door of the posture in his hand, tilted back and swept the sword with the posture, the young man collected the sword back to block the blade, and stroked to the hilt of the opponent's sword, stretched out his foot and kicked the posture away, and smashed the chair when he landed.

The other three felt insulted, and picked up their weapons to deal with the young man, but fortunately, the two entourages dealt with it one by one, and they all fell to the ground easily.

The young man raised his head and looked at the few people on the ground with contempt: "The young master should be able to practice his hands, but I didn't expect them to be all mouth cannons!" ”

Collecting the sword, there was another "bell", and I don't know what hit the sword body, but it was a big shock, and my wrist hurt, and I let go of the sword and fell to the ground.

"Who!" The young man looked around.

"It's my son." The voice came from behind the foggy obliquely, and it was a seat in the other direction. The person who spoke seemed to be about the same age as Feng Wu, but he was slightly hunched back, his body was thinner, his clothes were hanging, his face was pale, and he looked like a prodigal, and he didn't have Feng Wu's calm and calm breath.

"Snap" opened the fan in his hand, and fanned it a few times.

"Who are you? What do you want to do? The young man couldn't pull his hand down to pick up the sword on the ground, and asked.

"This son's line will not change his name, sit or change his surname, He Yu!"

"Oh~" The young man suddenly realized, so he politely bowed his hand and said: "It turned out to be the famous son of the He family, He Yu and the second son!" I have admired the daimyo for a long time! ”

"What did you say!" He Yu's complexion changed, and his eyes were full of fierceness, "You say it again!" ”

The young man dug out his ears: "It turns out that Second Prince He is not only a gentleman, but his ears are not good!" ”

"Today is your death, and this son will fulfill you! Above! He Yu waved his hand, and the entourage next to him jumped down, and without saying a word, he drew his sword and started the battle.

The young man bent down to pick up the sword, and the two entourages greeted him first, and just as they were about to turn around to fight, the sword of He Yu's entourage had already pointed to the front door, bringing a gust of sword wind and raising the hair on the young man's face.

"Tut-tut!" He Yu propped himself on the railing and watched with relish, and the more annoyed the young man was, the more he laughed.

"Qingli, Boyi, how are you!" The young man looked anxiously at the retinue lying on the ground with his arms clutched, spitting blood, but he tried to pass but was stopped by two swords lying across his face.

"This is really a deep relationship!" He Yu shook his fan, "Your Yan family is just like this, this is not a trick, right?" ”

"If you have the ability, come down and fight with the master, and send someone down to hide by yourself!"

"Tut-tut! If you can't beat it, you're in a hurry? Didn't Yan Gongzi also hide and send people to fight? How can you have the face to laugh at others? ”

"You!" The young man was speechless by He Yu.

Feng Wu looked at it and knew that He Yu's two entourages were extraordinary, and the young man naturally had no chance of winning, even if He Yu made a move, the young man was not an opponent.

"Come on, don't say that Ben Gongzi bullied you, tell you well first and then make a move, so that you can die and understand!"

He Yu closed the fan to his left shoulder, and then threw his arm straight, and a small dark arrow flew out from the edge of the fan, its speed was only in the blink of an eye, and it instantly came to the young man's eyes, so shocked that he was at a loss, and quickly raised his sword to block it with his mouth open, and the hilt of the sword was in front of him, narrowly blocking the first arrow.

"Yo, the cultivation is good, see if you can catch a few arrows from my son!" Then a few more arrows whizzed, and the young man spread his arms and hurried back, the arrows followed closely and even faster than the young man, and before he could stand firmly, he hurriedly swung his sword and opened the short arrow.

Arrows one after another, the young man made a mistake in his busy work, missed one, and when he turned around, the arrow had already flown towards the back of his head.

In the lobby, everyone's eyes were looking at the young man, waiting to see a bloody show, but they saw that the thin and short arrow fell to the ground without warning, and there was a broken pastry scattered next to it, and the hall was silent for a while!

Before everyone could react, He Yu had already attacked Fengwu. Others are sluggish, and from He Yu's perspective, it is not difficult to find Fengwu. The spearhead was pointed at Fengwu, and several arrows were fired in succession.

Feng Wu's face did not change color, and he did not even turn his head, but stretched out his hand to the left rear to block the arrows flying effortlessly, and when he stopped his hand, those arrows fell straight down as if they had lost their strength, and they were inserted into a table in the lobby downstairs, so frightened that the person at the table leaned back, and did not forget to look up to see where the upstairs was sacred.

"Thank you, sir!" The young man was fully clothed, and bowed down in the direction of Fengwu to thank him.

Toyoki only replied "no". He Yu couldn't care about the young man, and stared angrily at Feng Wu's back, how famous the He family was, this person actually made himself ugly in public, how could he let it go!

"What are you doing! It's not ...... yet," the entourage moved when he heard the sound.

"Smack"! However, before He Yu's words fell, Jiechen twisted up a piece of tea floating on the tea, and flew to the pillar next to He Yu's face, with a cracking sound and sawdust splashing.

He Yu stared at the tea leaves incredulously, he was afraid and unwilling in his heart, gritted his teeth and muttered: "Feiye, Xunyin Pavilion!" ”