The short but bewitching woman took out a string of brand-new keys with exquisite workmanship, opened the courtyard door, and said with a smile when she pushed the door in: "It's finally useful." ”

The woman glanced at the chicken coop at the foot of the wall, and there was a fluttering sound of fowl flapping their wings, and she was stunned, "Haven't starved to death yet?"

"I still have to thank me for helping you find such a good neighbor, the neighborhood is harmonious, and the world is in the same spring. She quickly figured out the reason, turned her head to look next door, and found that she was not tall, and could not see the scene over there, so she had to walk to the yellow mud wall, stand on tiptoe, and found that there was only an empty yard next door, and felt bored, and quickly retracted her gaze, walked to the door of the main house, and took out the key to open the door, and after crossing the threshold, she stretched out her finger and wiped it on the table, which was not clean, and the woman was a little unhappy, as if an outsider advocated smearing rouge on her daughter's face, which was good-looking, but of course she was not happy to be a father。

The three servants who followed the woman to the mud bottle lane, the burly man stayed in the mud bottle lane outside the courtyard, closed his eyes and recuperated.

The white-faced, beardless, squinting old man walked into the courtyard.

Only the woman with the sword followed the woman into the main house.

The woman walked into Song Jixin's residence alone, looked around, there were beds and desks, and there were some expensive Qing offerings on the desk, which should be that the owner did not want to carry them, so he simply abandoned them. The woman walked to the desk, and found that there were three books stacked in the center, and flipped through them casually, which was not surprising, just the introductory books of the ordinary school Mengtong, "Primary School", "Lile", "Guanzhi", which are the classics of Mongolian studies commonly used by the wealthy lords of the Dali Dynasty, the woman found that the three books were old and old, but there was no mud stain, and the image of a certain person suddenly appeared in her mind, the woman shook her head and asked casually: "Yang Hua, how much does the book "Elementary School" cost in Dali Beijing?"

The sword-wielding woman with her back to the door had a cold voice, and replied respectfully: "If the slave maid returns to the mother, it will be more than sixty words, and as little as forty words. ”

The woman sighed and said, "It seems that the greater the truth of the Confucian sages, the less valuable it is." ”

The woman put the three Mongolian classics in place again, and gently patted the "Guanzhi" placed on the top, she showed a hint of sarcasm, and sneered: "If it weren't for the help of novelists, who have spared no effort to walk in Dachengxiong Town, the streets and alleys for thousands of years, and speak well for them, I would be willing to do the barnyard official history that does not enter the stream, and Confucianism will not be able to sit in this world, and it will definitely not be able to sit steadily." ”

The old man in the hospital coughed lightly and said in a low voice: "Niangniang still needs to be cautious, it is not appropriate to speak freely here." ”

The woman smiled and said: "Don't worry, after Qi Jingchun died, he reached an agreement with the above, so no one here will be staring at it anymore, do you think that without Qi Jingchun, the backwater of Lizhu Cave Sky, a place that has not made a big mistake for thousands of years, deserves the attention of those big people?"

The old man still insisted on his opinion, "It's better to be careful." ”

The woman smiled and said softly, "Okay, okay, I don't complain about this." Xu Huran, you really have to learn from Liang Song at this point, and people know how to observe words and emotions better than you. So if you want me to see, Dali said that although Liang Song is your disciple, he is better than the blue, and he has not wronged you at all. As for my uncle deliberately stabbing you with words, saying that a disciple doesn't have to be inferior to a teacher, Xu Huran you don't have to care, he is just such a person, and when he hears a few words from a scholar, he likes to mess with the bookcase. ”

The old man named Xu Huran couldn't cry or laugh, only sighed, thinking that there was no such comforting thing as you.

It's just that the thought of passing by the vassal king on the way south made the old man's mood suddenly become solemn. At that time, although Song Changjing looked tired, as if he had not recovered from a serious injury after a life-and-death battle, since he dared to take the initiative to lift the curtain of the car in front of him, it meant that Song Changjing was very likely to go further in the martial arts, although the possibility of entering the tenth realm was extremely small, but after reaching the peak of the ninth realm, every time Song Changjing walked forward, even if it was only half a step, then for the martial arts masters of the seventh and eighth realms, the difference of a small half a step may be equivalent to the difference between them and a realm.

This white-faced bearded old man, known as the first swordsman of Dali, the suffix of the word teacher, such as the word "everyone" after someone's surname among the hundreds of sons, is very heavy. The genius sword cultivator Liang Song, who died at the hands of Song Changjing, was Xu Huran's most proud disciple, and the old man regarded it as his own, and this revenge was not small.

Xu Huran likes to raise a sword in his sleeve, and the name of the sword is Baique. It is rumored that it can fly back and forth for more than 100 miles in an instant, the sword has returned to the sleeve, the person has not yet died, the means are fierce, and the ghosts and gods are unpredictable.

The woman sat down on the bed and raised her hand and patted the bed, "It's not a rich family's day, but it's quite comfortable." ”

The young woman holding the long sword in her arms said softly: "Niangniang has good intentions for His Royal Highness, and she has worked her mind and bones. ”

The woman stood up and said with a smile: "This is hypocritical, the child who really suffers is the orphan next door, and my family Mu'er can't be called suffering." ”

She walked to the wall, thought for a moment, and muttered: "A few pages of ancient books given to us by the Lu clan on Fulu Street, the magic powers recorded on it have a long history, and they are no longer verifiable, and they are very different from the major Taoist sects today, I remember one of the pages, which recorded an interesting little spell, what is the spell? Oh, remember, try it." ”

The woman turned her back to the young woman at the door and said with a smile, "You go directly to the next yard and wait for me to open the door." ”

"Heaven and earth are connected, the mountain walls are connected, soft as apricot blossoms, thin as a page, I point to a sword, open the door quickly, and follow the law of Mr. Sanshan Jiuhou!"

The woman did not have the most important piece of talisman in her hand, but just recited the incantation, stretched out her finger a little forward, and then walked leisurely, passing through the wall, with a slight ripple behind her.

The woman walked to a dilapidated house with four walls and said with emotion: "Some people have good lives, and they are blessed to toss whatever they want." Some people have a bad life and are born to suffer. If you are born in the wrong place, who can you reason with? Even if you find the right master, do you dare to speak? Little guy, if you know the truth in the future, before you seek revenge on me, you must at least deal with Yunxia Mountain, Zhengyang Mountain and Shujian Lake. ”

She turned her head to look at the wall, "Mr. Sanshan Jiuhou, what is your identity? We don't have such a number one person in Dongbao Aquarius, could it be an ancient god who has lost his incense and golden body? If so, why does this little spell still work?"

She couldn't figure out the answer for the time being, thinking that she would go back to Dali Capital to check it again, or it was not impossible to ask Cui Yun, anyway, she was close to the water, and she didn't ask in vain. She walked to open the door, pulled out the latch and couldn't open it, only to remember that the door must be locked, so she had to force a little force, forcibly tore off the copper lock, after opening the door, she saw the courtyard door wide open, she looked at the sword-holding maid and the sword master Xu Huran, and asked: "You just broke into the door like this? Are you still unreasonable? Go back and find someone to fix it yourself, don't forget." ”

She walked to the courtyard door and added, "The lock on the door is exactly the same." ”

The old swordsman and the woman with the sword were obviously used to this.

The burly man standing in the mud bottle alley frowned.

After the woman walked out of the courtyard, she suddenly stopped, "Yang Hua, you walk sixty-three steps to the right hand side according to the size of my family's steps when Mu'er was seven years old. ”

The woman with the sword led the way forward, and stopped after sixty-three steps.

The woman behind her turned sideways to face the wall, "This should be it." ”

The woman looked at the dirt wall that was not the slightest strange, and said hatefully, "Song Yuzhang should die." ”

She quickly regained her graceful and calm normal expression, and asked with a smile: "You heard me about this secret matter back then, what do you think is the crux of the matter, and what can I do for Mu'er?"

The young woman shook her head and said, "The slave doesn't know, and she doesn't dare to speculate. ”

The woman sighed, a little sad, "There are two knots in my family's heart, the first one, of course, is that in the heavy rain, he was chased all the way from outside the alley by a poor mud leg, choked his neck, pressed against the wall and couldn't move, with his temperament, he must be angry. At that time, Mu'er was still young, and in addition to losing face, Mu'er must have been frightened by her murderous peers. ”

The woman's eyes suddenly sharpened, and she stretched out her palm, and gently pressed her palm against the rough and uneven mud wall, "The second heart knot is very interesting." So much so that it was so interesting that I made my family happy afterwards, and it may be the first time in my life that I know the taste of guilt. So after he met Fu Nanhua from Old Dragon City, the addition of that transaction was still undecided, and the person he was going to kill was changed from Liu Xianyang to that young man. ”

The young woman was finally a little curious, but serving this lady was tantamount to accompanying the king like a tiger, so naturally she would not be stupid enough to ask.

The woman put away her palm, wiped it on the sleeve of the woman's arm holding the sword, and began to turn around and walk towards the alley, suddenly revealing a little coquettish demeanor, although she has become a wife and a mother, it is a unique charm, she exhaled angrily: "Mu'er just said that you Chen Ping'an was born on the fifth day of the fifth month of the fifth month, after killing your father, because you live in the ancestral house, even your father and mother cannot be reincarnated, so it is best not to live at home, but to move out quickly." ”

The more the woman spoke, the more annoyed she became, "What is it to say a few jokes? You Chen Ping'an believe it is true, how can you blame my family Mu'er for breaking the tattered oath that you can't go to the dragon kiln to burn porcelain because you are stupid? What's more, your oath of a small is worth a few dollars? How precious is my family's Mu'er, white and slightly flawed, this is the saying of the secular people. If a cultivator believes this, he is simply asking for his own death. Even if it is a Qi practitioner of the Upper Five Realms who can live with the country, who is not struggling to pursue the true immortal golden body and innocent body? You are a young man in the market, how can you afford to pay for it? Can you afford it?!"

The woman gritted her teeth and said, "Little bastard, what a sin!"

A wisp of golden sword spikes was lying gently on her chest with a sword-holding woman's face.

The sword master Xu Huran turned a deaf ear to this and didn't care about it.

Only the burly man at the back frowned again.

The woman was about to walk out of Mudbottle Alley when she turned abruptly.

Almost at the same time, the young woman and the old swordsman moved to the left and right respectively, making way for the woman.

The woman was already smiling at this time, both charming and innocent, with a kind of contradictory seduction, she asked softly: "What, Wang Yifu, do you think it's wrong?"

The man said in a deep voice, "Although I don't know more about the inside story, I do think this is wrong. ”

The woman was not surprised at all, but laughed and said, "It is worthy of Wang Yifu, the number one fierce general of the Lu Dynasty!"

The old swordsman, who was accustomed to squinting at people and things, could barely see his eyes anymore, and his sword aura filled the narrow alleys.

Debris from the mud walls was constantly falling to the ground.

The woman holding the sword quietly took a step back, as if to give more battlefield space to the kendo master Xu Huran.

She looked at the burly man not far away, and the corners of her mouth hooked up a sarcastic smile.

A lost dog with a broken backbone dares to bark?

This man named Wang Yifu was one of the generals of the Lu Dynasty, born in the first-class generals, and his ancestors were all battlefield generals. Song Changjing, the god of the Great Li Army, had a long time ago, and he named him to have a good fight with Wang Yifu. Although he is a qi practitioner, he has the strong physique of the Eighth Realm martial artist, is proficient in sword techniques, and can control the powerful Yin God of the famous jade to fight with him, and can be described as one of the few true masters of the Lu Dynasty.

The woman stretched out her small palm like mutton fat and jade, and shook it, "Xu Huran, don't be nervous, General Wang is a reasonable person, but he is too upright, and now he is in a camp, don't fight and kill if you don't agree." I don't like it very much. ”

Xu Huran silently put away the mighty sword qi in his sleeve.

It's just that the woman said again in the next moment: "I will only send the people who Wang Yifu sacrificed his life and dignity to protect, not to the place that he said before, but to the palace, or to the sect department?"

Wang Yifu, who was staring at her, clenched his fists, his green muscles burst out, and his eyes were bloodshot.

The woman said lightly: "I only said that I could save my life before, so you Wang Yifu don't take my bodhisattva heart as a matter of course." ”

Wang Yifu suddenly smiled: "Niangniang is right, her subordinates are wrong." ”

The woman smiled and said, "It's good to know your mistakes, then you don't have to follow us when you get out of this mud bottle alley, go and take off the head of the previous superintendent, and then find a wooden box to put it in, I may be able to use it in the future." ”

Wang Yifu was stunned and said: "Song Yuzhang is an official named by the emperor to come here, Niangniang, you also said before, this person has backers in the Ministry of Rites and Qin Tianjian, why do you want to kill him?"

The woman smiled and asked, "Do you need a reason to kill someone?"

Wang Yifu sighed, clenched his fists and bowed his head, "My subordinates receive orders." ”

After the four walked out of Mud Bottle Lane one after another, Wang Yifu parted ways with the other three.

When the burly man who surrendered to Dali and was loyal to his mother, his figure was completely gone, Xu Huran couldn't help but sneer: "What an iron-clad Wang Yifu, haha, now even the bones and backbone are gone." ”

Instead of going to the crowded street, the woman chose a secluded alley and laughed at herself, "Do you really think I've done something that I can't tell the difference between good and bad?"

The old swordsman didn't know how to reply for a while, so he simply shut up.

The woman looked up at the blue sky, and sighed for no reason: "Only when I was there was it, I found that Qi Jingchun, a scholar, was really powerful." ”

"It's our Dali who can't stand him. ”

"Such a strange man, I just hate that I can't use it for my Da Li, no wonder Your Majesty is depressed these days and often sighs. ”

"It's a pity that no matter how powerful Qi Jingchun is, he still dies after all. ”

The woman sighed all the way, and it was all heartfelt words.

When the woman was silent for a long time, she did not speak any more. Xu Huran remembered something, first waved his sleeves, sword qi spread all around, and then asked in a low voice: "Niangniang, it's just a matter of killing a young man from a burrow who suddenly became rich, are we making a big fuss?"

The woman didn't seem to bother to answer this kind of question at all, and said casually: "Yang Hua, you come here." ”

The woman holding the sword said coldly: "The lion fights the rabbit, and one blow is fatal." ”

The old swordsman was dumbfounded.

The woman tugged at the corners of her mouth, "Although my uncle is a martial artist, there is a wonderful saying, against any enemy, never give him a head." ”

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Unlike his colleagues in the Ministry of Rites who stayed in Taoye Lane, Song Yuzhang lived alone in Qilong Lane, a mansion where the owner had just moved out.

Song Yuzhang opened the door of the house, sat at the table, there was a wine jug, next to a plate of salted peanuts, and a large bowl of white wine, this former superintendent, rooted in the town for fifteen years, what to eat and drink, into the mouth is a familiar taste.

When he saw a burly man appear out of thin air in the courtyard, Lord Song, who had just picked up the wine bowl, smiled, "It's finally here." ”

He raised the white bowl high and asked, "Can you wait until I finish drinking this bowl of wine?" ”

The uninvited guest hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

Song Yuzhang seemed to be afraid that the guests would be in a hurry, so he drank up half a bowl of soju in one sip, his face was ruddy, and asked: "Can you help me bring a word to the young man named Song Jixin, well, he should be called Song Mu in the future." ”

The middle-aged man had a hint of pleading in his eyes, "Can you tell him that guy named Song Yuzhang has been wanting to ask him for a pair of Spring Festival couplets after so many years?"

The burly man shook his head decisively this time and said, "Can't!"

Song Yuzhang took a deep breath, slowly closed his eyes, his face was full of relief, and he said softly: "When I was young, I liked to read travelogues, and I saw the old dragon city at the southernmost point of Dongbao Aquarius, where there is a big tide hitting the shore all year round, and the world is spectacular. Then this bowl of Dali wine is the water of the tide of the South China Sea. ”

Wang Yifu strode forward and broke the neck of the official of the Dali Rite Department with one hand.

After the killing, Wang Yifu had no happiness in his heart, and gently let him lie on the table as if he was drunk.

As a man who died in the country and a general of the defeated army, Wang Yifu poured himself a bowl of wine, drank it silently, and finally said to the dead man at the table: "It turns out that the scholar also has a good head." ”