Yedu is horizontal, and the shore willows are two lines of green.

A man in a soap-colored dark robe squatted by the river drinking horses, holding a stalk of green grass in the corner of his mouth, unconsciously chewing up and down, looking thoughtful.

The man's eyebrows are very light, his complexion is also white, and he wears a heavy color of clothes, not only does it not give people a sense of heaviness and solemnity, but there is a kind of beauty of a child in black clothes and a deep and glamorous beauty.

He is the fourth of Bo Xiao's "Luoyang Eight Jun". He came to an appointment.

An invitation from the deceased!

The note sandwiched in the sugar-fried chestnut bun read: Tomorrow, Yuhuatai. 1

At this time, it was far away from Chenshi, and a whitish moon hung on the branches.

The heavily armored soldiers of the Tiger Xiao Battalion and the soldiers of the Chuzhou Mansion had already run past him several times.

It's just because there was a murder case in Chuzhou City yesterday.

Although there are many swords and soldiers in troubled times, and people die every day, for a small place in Chuzhou, which is still relatively smooth, such a case is already appalling.

The two Qincha, who received the emperor's order, were killed in broad daylight and killed in the Huairen Hall led by Changjiabao.

But it has nothing to do with Changjiabao. It is said that the young owner of Changjiabao was also seriously injured.

Ordinary people are not very interested in political entanglements far away from themselves, but they are relishing the anecdotes with beautiful colors.

Even in such an eventful autumn.

There was a lot of talk on the streets, and a shocking news of killing Qincha gradually evolved into a romantic drama of two men competing for beauty.

The famous and decent son of the Chang family fell in love with the murderous demon witch, which was eye-catching enough. Fu said that the woman still has a husband, and her husband is none other than the orphan of the Jin family in Chang'an, who shook the rivers and lakes back then, and the six young people of the Jin family.

The husband is found, and the old love and new love are fighting. The two Chincha Lords, who were announcing the decree in Huairentang, had bad luck and became the fish in the pond that suffered.

This makes people feel the power of rumors.

Rumors are extremely speculative and untrue, but they also have their merits. With only a few words from the officers and men who escaped, and a few speculations and assumptions, these people who were not present actually concealed the truth of the matter.

What Bo Xiao is going to see today is the protagonist in this scandal who caused this sensational murder.

He was also an old friend of his childhood.

even killed the enemy of his robe brother Shi Xingyang.

Bo Xiao spit out the grass stalks and led the horse slowly. Wu Hook swayed gently on his thin waist, and an indescribable melancholy surged in his heart.

Therefore, the old and the new know are in a dilemma.

Will he draw his sword, or will he not draw it?

With the dawn fainting, the drizzle also drifted down.

Yuhua is gradually bustling with people.

People either glanced at the preoccupied young man who was leaning on the mottled stone with his hands in his hands, or they did not look at him. Occasionally, one or two pretty girls passed by with a vegetable basket and secretly looked at it, but when Bo Xiao raised his head and smiled freely, he instantly blushed, buried his head, and hurried away.

The smoke is willow-colored, and the swallow's wings walk through the rain.

Madarazu had devoured all the grass under his feet, and lazily kicked back and forth in the drizzle, glancing back and forth at the staring young man on the side of the street, as if wondering why his master was so patient.

Suddenly, Madara's footsteps stopped, his mane was awe-inspiring, and he raised his hooves to let out a short hiss.

It rushed under the rain flower platform.

Just then, a moon appeared in the sky.

Unlike the pale full moon hanging on the branches of the willow tree, it is a crescent moon.

Like a hook, like a string, slender and full, exuding a clear and cold light, like frost and snow.

Zhao Keman Hu Ying, Wu Hook Shuang Xueming. Kill one person in ten steps, and don't stay for a thousand miles!

The bronze Wu hook, which was originally hanging steadily from Bo Xiao's waist, was unsheathed at some point, and he raised his head flat, accurately blocking the long sword that appeared out of thin air.

The sword hangs over the head, and only one centimeter goes.

What a sharp sword! What a great swordsman!

Bo Xiao was coiled steadily, his waist rotated, and he slid out four or five steps, and the bronze Wu hook in his hand split and stabbed horizontally, and he had already made more than twenty moves with the sword that was chasing closely.

The dense shadow of the sword hinged the willow leaves flying under the rain flower platform, and the powder sprinkled everywhere was filled with a sharp wind whistle.

She has really become Markhaqin, and she is no longer the Mu Dianke of the past!

A flash of thought crossed Bo Xiao's heart, half of it was lost, and half of it was relieved.

With his profound attainments in martial arts, it is not difficult to see that this killer's martial arts path is out of the Ming Palace. can make him almost hit as one of the eight juns, this person is at least a killer above the two palaces of heaven and earth or the underworld.

Bo Xiao couldn't help but laugh at his pedantry.

Luoyang Bajun, Shi Xingyang fell into the hands of Mu Dianke, Xue Qing died under Jin Yanchen's knife, and Xu Tian died due to the failure of assassinating Jin Yanchen, and he didn't even find the corpse.

The enmity between the two families has long been incompatible.

Mu Dian can ask him at this time, not to kill him, does he still want to reminisce about the old relationship with him, shake hands and make peace?

From her attitude towards Xin Hongyu, it is enough to see that she is not a person who will be confined to old feelings and drag mud and water.

Bo Xiao's heart was slightly cold, his eyes narrowed, he held Wu Hook in his hand, and walked quickly treading water.

The bluestone bricks connected by staggered seams are covered with rainwater, and a puddle of water reflects the figures of people rushing to each other on the street.

The assassin who stole the secret hand wore a gray power suit, covered his head and face, and wore a pair of tiger skin gloves that almost reached his elbows, and his skin was not exposed, apparently not wanting to be remembered and revealing his identity.

This move made Bo Xiao puzzling, the person who left the word about him to come here was Mu Dianke, the point is so clear, what else is there to hide?

Could it be that Mu Dian really thinks he is a fool, once he misses, he still wants to excuse himself with his three-inch incorruptible tongue and use him repeatedly?

Thinking of this, Bo Xiao felt an inexplicable anger in his heart, and he made a series of violent moves.

Wu Hook is delicate, using tricks to take tricks, not to win with brute force, Bo Xiao deeply felt the deception and was angry, the force was fierce, although the momentum was high, but it was not necessarily very clever.

Surprisingly, the Assassin, who had been intent on attacking, retreated under his brutal attack, seemingly intending to avoid head-on encounters.

Bo Xiao's heart moved, as if he had an understanding, he made a false move, drew a semicircle back with his elbow, and when the assassin stabbed him, he stretched his arms and jumped up on one foot.

With a clear roar, the cold light of Wu Hook, which was full of strength, was like a hook of black moon sliding across the sky, and its momentum was like a fall.

Li looked at Wu Hook in the singing.

The moon fell on the sword.

The gray-clad and masked killer took a big step back, his palm trembling, and the hilt of his sword was about to loosen.

Bo Xiao breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, it seemed that what he expected was good, this person was really injured.

The gray-clothed man staggered, quickly replied, and when he retreated, Bo Xiao immediately retracted his momentum and quickly jumped onto the oncoming Bandar Horse.

In terms of martial arts cultivation alone, this person is not as good as him.

But it's one thing to be strong in martial arts, it's another thing to be able to fight and be able to kill.

This man is a true killer, the bravest warrior in the field of life and death. Then even if he is seriously injured, it is not easy to kill him.

He doesn't have a lot of time to spend here.

Since Mu Dian has already made a move on him, he will definitely not let go of the other two of the eight jun.

Wan Ding and Gui Ruotong are in danger!

The Ban Xiao followed Bo Xiao for several years, and had a heart-to-heart with him, but when he got on the horse, he turned around and flicked his tail and galloped wildly, and his four hooves flew into the air, like driving clouds and mist, and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

The land of Jianghuai is not drier than the northern climate. After the summer, the rain is prepared, one after another, and there is no end.

The wet and sticky water vapor wrapped in a strong fishy smell drove into the house with the long straight wind.

Gui Ruotong leaned on the coffin with her back and sat on the cold blue brick floor weakly, her eyes reflecting a mixed color of red and green, green is bamboo, and red is blood.

There is also a touch of red tassels that shuttle through it and beat fiercely.

Red tassel gun Huo An!

I don't know how many times, she reached out and tried to grab the heavy blow that had fallen under her feet. The fingers stretched out in the air, and finally hung down.

It's a stone's throw away, and she can't reach it even with all her life's strength.

I can't reach it!

It turns out that the most desperate thing is not facing death, but losing all support before death. You can't kill, you can't protect.

There was a miserable cry of Jiaolan outside the door, Gui Ruotong raised his eyes with difficulty, and just saw Huo An pull out a bright silver spear from Jiaolan's heart, bringing out a huge blood flower and pouring it down, staining the red tassels.

Gui Ruotong burst into tears.

In the dim vision, a pair of men's feet slowly burst in.

He was wearing a pair of crimson boots on his feet, how to describe the color of extremely deep red? When Gui Ruotong saw these boots for the first time, he felt that the color should be mixed with blood and water into the black soil, repeatedly rubbed and beaten, and then soaked in rain and dried in the wind.

These feet are from Pan Yuji. 2

Pan Yuji was smiling silently at her, her narrow phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, wanton and evil, blue sky and white day, giving people a creepy feeling.

Gui Ruotong's eyes widened, and she suddenly laughed bitterly.

She finally figured it out!

The poison on the coffin was applied by Jiaolan.

Jiaolan knew that she would dress Shi Xingyang and wipe the coffin at this time every day. She even knew which finger she would touch where the lid of the coffin would be.

She had thought they were sisters, and she had admonished her bitterly. But this stupid woman, she still followed the twisted and perverted man in front of her without hesitation, and was willing to be used by him. When it is squeezed clean and no longer useful, it is discarded mercilessly.

What is the love thing?

Gui Ruotong was exhausted, and fell on the heavy and thick black coffin behind him with tears on her face. Sweat sticks to her crumpled clothes, tightly wrapped around her body, making her look very embarrassed at the moment.

Huo Anti turned around and strode towards the wooden house.

There is no escape from this catastrophe.

"I am not famous and unmarried, and I may not be as good as others." She sighed lightly and closed her eyes, "Xingyang, I'm here to accompany you." ”

The red tassel spear came through the wind.

The pain didn't come as expected.

A fragrant wind struck from the right, deflecting the direction of the red tassel spear, and then two meteor hammers chased after them, and after two loud bangs, the air in a radius of several feet was stirring, filled with an ear-stopping trill.

Gui Ruotong lifted his eyelids, only to see a red figure who turned around and brushed his sleeves, and then, he was unconscious.

After a series of changes, Huo Yan did not panic. calmly draw the gun, step back, twist the waist, and shoot the backhand, like lightning out of the clouds, through the armpit, straight behind the back.

This shot was unexpected, swift and fast, and no one thought of it. Wan Ding just saved people's hearts, walked very fast, just threw out the meteor hammer and has not yet withdrawn, the two ropes are holding their arms, their movements are blocked, how to dodge.

At that moment, he was shot in the shoulder, snorted, and held the iron rope in his right hand with a strong pocket, and the spherical meteor hammer roared and circled, and smashed vigorously into the back of Huo An's head.

Huo An's eyes were quick, he tilted his head and dodged the attack by a fraction of a second. The spear swiped quickly behind him, and with the power of breaking the ground, he lifted his body up to the sky, and kicked away the left hammer that came behind him with skillful force.

Wan Ding's elbow flailed. The meteor hammer went back and forth, staggered and repeatedly, like a starfall in the sky.

Huo An rolled and shuttled in the impenetrable star rain, a red tassel gun in his hand flew through the gap, and calmly dialed back the hidden weapons shot by Pan Yuji one by one.

At this time, he was attacked on his back, but he did not see any embarrassment, his eyebrows were still heavy, and his hands were still steady, not like a prey, but more like a hunter waiting for an opportunity to strike.

That shot stabbed out against his neck, and picked Pan Yuji's left hand tendon.

Another shot hit Wan Ding's neck cartilage.

There was a loud shout at the end of the bamboo forest, and a crescent moon suddenly appeared over the bamboo forest in the rain curtain.

Huo An's eyebrows were slightly sharpened, and he immediately withdrew his gun, tightened his waist and abdomen, and with a volley of instantaneous power, the spear slashed through the gravel, and with the help of his strength, he rushed towards the grass behind the wooden house.

Wan Ding heard a sound behind him, knowing that it was help, his spirit was lifted, his right arm was rounded, and he threw out the meteor hammer with his open hand, hitting Huo An's heart.

I don't want Huo An to forget to break the back even when he fled, if he swept back the gun with a prophet, the gun collided with the hammer, the sparks flashed, the arms were elongated, and the body swung up.

Wan Ding wanted to chase after him, but he heard Bo Xiao shouting: "Poor Kou Mo chase, be careful of deception!" Looking up at the deep grass and the reckless barren mountains behind the wooden house, he hesitated for a moment, and finally stopped.

Soldiers don't get tired of deceit. Huo An stopped so happily and led him to chase after him, but it was difficult to ensure that there was no lurking killing machine in this deep barren grass.

Bo Xiao stepped forward and hugged Gui Ruotong, who had fainted.

The rain was pouring down.

Bo Xiao carried Gui Ruotong on his back and ran wildly in the rainstorm, his bloodshot eyes and pale cheeks made his face look a little hideous at the moment.

"Mu Dianke! Mu Dianke! He gritted his teeth and said silently, I don't know whether he is more sad or angry, if Gui Ruotong can't escape death today, he will chase him to the ends of the earth, and he will also recover this blood debt from her.

Wan Ding rushed into the medical hall with a dilapidated plaque first.

As on previous occasions, there was not a single patient in the infirmary, it was empty and silent, and a white-haired old doctor sat on the back of his chair, his face serene, as if he was napping. But he was already out of breath.

"Go to Huairentang!" Bo Xiao's eyes were red, and he finally made up his mind, and roared.

Tan Zhou set up a big game, burning nearly half of Huairentang, with 40 dead and more than 100 injured, which is a deep hatred. But right now, except for the doctors of Huairentang, no one can save Gui Ruotong.

No matter how mad Mu Dian is, he can't kill all the doctors in Huairentang. Even if she had this ability, she wouldn't dare, and she wouldn't have turned against Chang Qianfo for the sake of a little Gui Ruotong.

Gui Ruotong was carried in.

Bo Xiao and Wan Ding stood in the Yixin Hall where people came and went, being looked at with scrutinizing eyes, their bodies drenched in the rain were cold, but their cheeks were hot, as if there was a fire burning.

He felt a deep sense of shame. This was the first time since he entered Mumen, and he was deeply ashamed of it.

Pan Yuji didn't have such a strong sense of humiliation. It's just that the tendon in his left hand was broken by Huo An, and the head of the gun was frustrated and smashed to pieces, and even the doctor who was the best at connecting muscles and bones in Huairen Hall had no power to return to heaven.

After touching a stick of incense for so long, Pan Yuji pushed the door out, with a thick gauze wrapped around her wrist, her face was so gloomy that she could drip ink, and she didn't look at Bo Xiao and Wan Ding, and walked straight out.

"Wait."

When Pan Yuji was about to step down the stone pier, Bo Xiao suddenly stopped him.