With Shangguan Feiyan present, neither Lu Xiaofeng nor Huo Tianqing were destined to be able to exert their full strength tonight. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The field suddenly quieted down, and then someone left, and it was Huo Tianqing, the housekeeper of the Yan Mansion. Proud as he naturally couldn't bear the humiliation he suffered tonight, so he officially issued a war letter to Wang Chan, and the time was tomorrow.

Lu Xiaofeng, Hua Manlou and Shangguan Feiyan also left the Yan Mansion after him, and when he left, Lu Xiaofeng did not forget to pick up the wine pot and wine glass on the table.

Along the way, Hua Manlou looked worried, and said: "Although I haven't seen that Wang Chan's strength, I also know that it must be extraordinary, but I don't know how Huo Tianqing is better than him?"

"How much do you know about Huo Tianqing?" Lu Xiaofeng was silent for a moment, and then suddenly asked.

"A little bit, I only heard that although he is young, he is very high!" Hua Manlou thought for a while and replied.

"Have you ever heard of 'Tiansong Yunhe, Shangshan Erlao'?"

Hua Manlou chuckled: "The second elder of Shangshan has been respected as the Taishan Beidou in the martial arts for a long time, even if I am deaf, I should have heard it." “

Lu Xiaofeng said: "It is said that he is the younger brother of the second elder of Shangshan, and although the Guanzhong hero Shanxi Yan has been famous for 40 years, he is still his nephew. “

Whether it is the second elder of Shangshan or the hero of Guanzhong, they are all related to one person, that is, the old man of the heavenly bird who was powerful in the past, no matter who is involved with such a big man, it will not be simple.

But even so, Lu Xiaofeng is still not optimistic about Huo Tianqing.

Lu Xiaofeng said slowly: "I don't know, it's obvious that Wang Chan didn't use his real ability just now, but seeing that he didn't get up, he easily defeated Su Shaoying and them." With this hand, there are few people in the world who can compare, not to mention, he also forced back Ximen to blow snow. If Ximen Blowing Snow and I thought of the same thing, then Huo Tianqing had no chance of winning. “

Hua Manlou said: "What about you?"

Lu Xiaofeng didn't answer this sentence, he never wanted to answer this kind of thing, in fact, except for himself, there was hardly a second person in the world who knew what his martial arts were.

But this time, Hua Manlou seemed to be determined to ask the truth, and said, "Are you sure you can beat him?" Lu Xiaofeng still didn't answer, only poured a glass of wine and drank it slowly.

Hua Manlou suddenly sighed and said, "You're not sure, so you don't even dare to drink too much" Lu Xiaofeng doesn't usually drink like this.

Since the Yan Mansion came out, Shangguan Feiyan, who has always been clever and active, has actually become very well-behaved, and has been silently following aside, listening quietly, and at this moment suddenly asked, "What is the thing you just said?"

Lu Xiaofeng's eyes showed remembrance, and after a long while, he spoke: "Have you noticed the sword behind him?" “

It is impossible for Hua Manlou to be blind, Lu Xiaofeng's words are naturally what Shangguan Feiyan said.

Shangguan Feiyan tried to think about it for a while, and said: "The sword behind him is indeed a little special, the sword body is jet black, without any luster, just like a piece of black wood, which is completely different from ordinary swords. His sword had neither a pointed tip nor a sharp edge, a round end and a blunt edge, somewhat resembling a thin wooden whip, but it was cold and unusually sharp. What's wrong, what's wrong?"

Lu Xiaofeng let out a long sigh and said, "Do you know what this sword is called?"

"What's the name?" Shangguan Feiyan asked.

"Gentleman's Sword. It was Hua Manlou who answered her.

At this time, Hua Manlou's face was as dignified as Lu Xiaofeng, because this sword was the most legendary sword in this martial arts for three hundred years.

However, this person's name is also the same as the owner of this sword three hundred years ago.

Lu Xiaofeng only felt that the whole thing was slipping farther and farther away from his uncontrollable place......

Yan Mansion.

After Lu Xiaofeng and the others left, the entire Yan Mansion was not only empty, but became more crowded, because there were suddenly many more people.

Not long after Huo Tianqing left, Wang Chan found an old man wearing a robe and a small hat sitting not far from Wang Chan smoking a dry cigarette.

The night was very deep, but the old man had no intention of sleeping at all, and sat there leisurely, as if he were going to sit until dawn.

Wang Chan also had no intention of going back to the room, and looked up at the beautiful moonlight on the horizon, just like food and wine, this beautiful scenery should not be disappointed.

I saw him suddenly smile and say: "The wind is cold and the dew is cold, don't hold on to the old man's body if his bones are not good, drink a glass of wine to warm up." “

As soon as Wang Chan said that, he waved his hand, and the glass of wine in his hand flew towards the old man, fast and steady, and the wine in the cup did not even spill out at all.

The old man sneered, beckoned to catch the wine glass, and put the wine into his mouth along with the wine glass, bit it piece by piece, and swallowed it in his stomach. It's like eating broad beans, and it's chewing "Gedeng Geden".

Just then, another man walked in from outside the courtyard, and it turned out to be a vendor selling meat buns. Yan Tieshan is gone, Huo Tianqing is gone, and there is naturally no one in this Yan Mansion, otherwise where can the dignified Yan Mansion let these people enter and leave at will.

Wang Chan looked at the vendor, smiled, and said, "Hey, do you sell your meat buns?"

The peddler replied: "As long as you have money, of course you sell it"

"How much is it?"

With a smug smile on the peddler's face, he said, "It's very cheap, 10,000 taels of silver each, not a penny less." “

This peddler originally thought that Wang Chan would immediately turn his face, but instead of getting angry, the other party opened his mouth to buy steamed buns, which seemed to him to be too unbelievable.

"Okay, I'll buy two meat buns for 10,000 taels of silver each, and you can send them over. “

The hawker hesitated, shook his head slowly, and said, "I won't sell this bun." ”

The peddler thought that Wang Chan wanted him to send the buns and took the opportunity to harm him, but in fact Wang Chan just wanted to eat a steaming meat bun.

At this moment, everyone suddenly heard a slow chant, "So stars and nights, for whom is the wind and the window exposed?" , a poor talent full of sourness, with his hands on his back, Shi Shiran walked into the courtyard.

He looked at the bun vendor and smiled, "How many more did you poison today?"

The peddler flipped through the white clothes and said, "My bun will only be poisoned if the dog eats it, don't you believe you try it?"

He threw a bun and went to Xiucai, but he really caught it and ate it, touched his stomach and smiled: "It seems that you are right, and you can cure the disease" only to listen to a person outside the wall: "What disease?"

Poor Xiucai said: "Hunger disease." “

The man outside the wall: "I also have this disease, and it is very sick, get a bun to cure it"

The peddler nodded and said, "Okay." “

As he spoke, he picked up another bun and threw it at the wall, and suddenly there was an unkempt beggar on the wall, and he happened to bite the bun, and he threw it fast, and the beggar swallowed it quickly, and suddenly all seven or eight buns were gone, and all of them were swallowed by the thin and small beggar.

Poor Xiucai said: "It seems that you should have been cured of your hunger disease now!" The beggar said with a bitter face, "I fell for you, although this bun is not poisonous, it can swell people to death." “

Outside the courtyard, someone actually laughed and said: "It doesn't matter if you die of swelling, you will die of swelling, you will starve to death, and you will be angry with your wife, I will have a doctor." "A man who sells wild medicine, carrying a medicine box on his back, limping with a Chinese medicine bell, walked in with a crutch, and Jing is a cripple.

This deserted courtyard, as if someone had come to the market, suddenly became lively, and later even the pollen sellers, the burdens, and the vegetable vendors came.

Even if there are no people who have experience in the rivers and lakes, they can see that these people are all coming for Wang Chan. (To be continued.) )