"Seeing that you are the second young master of Beitang Mansion, I will also give you a choice, climb out of the imperial capital with your hands off, and disappear in front of me forever!" The words were full of indifference, but they sounded as cold as the autumn wind!

The immortal drunk fell into a strange and brief calm, so calm that the shopkeeper Liu Ke was about to suffocate. His instincts told him that the two men in front of him were extraordinary, but he quickly dismissed his own ridiculous idea. As Beitang Jing said, no one in Dali can offend the Beitang family and the First Prince's Mansion at the same time.

"Sword slave, chop these two boys and feed them to the dogs!" Beitang Jing was furious, Huang Junyu's ignorance made him lose patience, and with a wave of his big hand, four plain-clothed swordsmen floated up from the balcony next to him, and they all drew their swords and shot, and the cooperation was very tacit as if they had been running in countless times.

Huang Junyu didn't even look at the four people who rushed over, and silently turned around and returned to his original seat. Ximen Xiaolou tacitly took a step forward and crossed in front of Huangjun Yu.

After learning the methods of Ximen Xiaolou before, Chen Bo knew that he was not an opponent, but in front of his master, he still had no choice but to cooperate with the four sword slaves to attack Ximen Xiaolou.

Beitang Jing and Lingxi County Lord looked at the changes in the field with a smile, the former was a strong confidence in his own minions, and the latter simply thought that two fists were invincible to four hands and forgot the shock that the two of them brought her before.

In their hearts, Huangjunyu and Ximen Xiaolou are already dead.

Ximen Xiaolou silently looked at Uncle Chen, who rushed to the front, and simply took a step forward, his fair-skinned and thin hand was like a sharp sword out of the sheath and stabbed at Uncle Chen.

Uncle Chen's forward figure suddenly stopped, because he was no longer able to move forward.

A look of disbelief appeared on his face, followed by an expression of utter pain. He slowly looked down at his heart, and never looked up again.

"Ah!" said Lord Lingxi and Ake in horror.

Beitang Jing's pupils contracted violently, revealing a trace of disbelief and deep fear, and the four people who rushed forward were also shocked by this scene. The figure of the forward rush was slightly paused, and Ximen Xiaolou brought them a strong shock, which made their confidence a little shaken.

I saw that Ximen Xiaolou's white palm was inserted in the position of Uncle Chen's heart, and the palm penetrated Uncle Chen's heart.

This sword sharpens iron like clay!

This scene is too bloody, how can a pampered county lord bear it.

The maid Ah Ke was frightened by this bloody and cruel scene, and Huang Junyu stepped forward and reached out to put her arms around Ah Ke, who was about to fall to the ground, and put her on the chair.

On the other side, Ximen Xiaolou took advantage of the moment when the four figures paused, and the ghostly figure wandered around the four people, dazzling and unable to catch the figure.

There is no metallic color of weapons staggered and colliding, and there is no scream!

Destroy the wither!

In a flash, Ximen Xiaolou was already holding the long sword he had snatched and pointed at Beitang Jing's throat.

'Bang!'

The bodies of the four people standing exploded, blood mixed with broken bones splattered. Due to the close distance of the shopkeeper Liu, the blood residue sprayed his face. He looked at Ximen Xiaolou in horror, and he was also frightened by Ximen Xiaolou's bloody methods at this time, having seen countless big scenes.

The blood flowed along the paved wooden slabs to the entrance of the stairs, and the blood pulled a long, long line of blood on the stairs.

Indifference, Ximen Xiaolou's indifference to life made Beitang Jing feel frightened for the first time.

Ximen Xiaolou was holding Qingfeng against Beitangjing's throat, and the tip of the sword pierced Beitangjing's tender white neck, and the blood dripped out, only to hear Ximen Xiaolou say coldly:

"Kneel!" Let the second young man of the North Hall kneel, Beitang Jing never thought that the Ximen Xiaolou was so strong and so cruel!

Beitang Jing had already begun to tremble when the sword slave's flesh and blood were splashed, but he was born in a great family and still felt good about himself, and he didn't have a trace of consciousness. This allowed him to quickly stabilize his body and cheer up his spirits.

Hearing that Ximen Xiaolou asked him to kneel, he slightly showed a trace of disdain and shouted arrogantly: "Either kill me today, or you will be ready to bear the endless revenge of the Beitang family!"

He was gambling that Ximen Xiaolou would not dare to kill him, and he gambled his life with the prestige and status of Beitang Mansion as a bargaining chip.

I saw that Ximen Xiaolou's hand was loosened, and the long sword was taken off. Beitang Jing looked happy, thinking that Ximen Xiaolou was afraid. But the long sword didn't fall down, but after a pause, it stabbed forward sharply into Beitang Jing's throat, passed through Beitang Jing's neck effortlessly, and continued to move forward to nail Beitang Jing's whole person to the immortal's drunken thick beam!

Bite!

The sound is crisp and crisp.

Maybe the sword was too fast, Beitang Jing's expression at this time was still frozen at the moment when his face was happy just now, and his death was extremely funny.

Beitang Jing lost, so his life was lost.

Huang Junyu and Ximen Xiaolou left the immortal drunk openly, leaving behind the Lingxi county lord and the immortal drunk shopkeeper Liu Ke who seemed to have lost three souls and seven spirits, and the unconscious maid Ake.

In less than a tea time, the immortal drunken bloodshed incident shook the imperial capital!

"Have you heard about the immortal drunk? Beitang Second Shao Beitang Jing was killed when the immortal was drunk. It is said that the Lord of Lingxi was also present at that time, and he was frightened crazy when he saw everything with his own eyes! Delirious and full of nonsense, the twelve imperial doctors were helpless!"

"Which one ate the bear's heart leopard gall and provoked Shangbeitang Mansion and Wangye's Mansion at the same time?"

"It is rumored that there are two black-robed teenagers, one of whom is still white-haired!"

"It's amazing, this time the imperial capital is lively, this should rob the limelight of Hanya Pavilion!"

"Tell me who it is?" There was a frantic shouting and questioning from the palace of the first prince of the imperial capital, and the shopkeeper Liu Ke was prostrate on the ground trembling, not daring to look up at the princess in front of him who was about to run wild.

The nephew is dead, and the daughter is still not sober, how can Beitang Ruoshui, who has lived in endless doting since childhood, accept it?

A woman who has lost her mind is definitely the most terrible kind of person in the world.

"Those two, villains, villains have really never seen them!" Liu Kezhan trembled and couldn't make his words clear, knowing that he was afraid that he would die today, he had already scolded Huangjunyu and Ximen Xiaolou's ancestors for eighteen generations in his heart.

"Come on, drag it out and cut it off!"

"Report!"

"The second son died in the imperial capital, and he died without turning a blind eye!"

"Ahh

"Beitang Xiongfeng's second son is dead, you let Jing Zhaoyin go to the heart, you can't let the Beitang Mansion chill the heart. "There was also a voice in the deep palace, the Beitang family just held the lifeblood of Dali's military department, military supplies!

When night fell, the imperial capital was not slightly different because of the death of Beitangjing, the lights were on, the long street was full of traffic, and it was still a peaceful and prosperous world.

On the east side of the imperial capital, a lamp was lit in a dilapidated thatched cottage, and the light trembled and shone on the not-so-spacious thatched cottage. An old man was flipping through a book, sometimes in contemplation, sometimes in pen.

As if sensing something, he put down the book in his hand, looked out the window and said calmly: "The visitor is a guest, if you don't dislike it, go into the cold house and drink a cup of coarse tea." ”

As soon as the words fell, the door of the grass house was gradually pushed open, and the black-clothed Huangjunyu and Ximen Xiaolou appeared in front of the old man, and Huangjunyu slowly took off the black hat that covered his white hair, and said with some respect in his tone: "Desert Island Huangjunyu, Ximen Xiaolou meets Xiangye." ”

"Desert Island, Desert Jun Yu, Ximen Xiaolou?" The old man who was called Xiang Ye by Desert Jun Yu was slightly puzzled.

Huang Junyu knew that this was the old man's deliberate defense, smiled slightly, lifted his wide sleeves, and showed a white crescent moon shining on his left arm. Huang Junyu clearly saw that the old man's body shook violently when he showed the crescent moon birthmark, but fortunately, his withered hand grabbed the old wooden chair in time to prevent him from falling. While the old man was shocked, he motioned to Ximen Xiaolou to hand a letter to the old man. The old man opened the letter directly regardless of his posture, and after reading it for a long time, he sat down directly on the chair.

"Haha, the old man has been waiting for nine years, and he has finally waited for this day!" the old man laughed loudly, and the laughter was mixed with many emotions, some excited, some sad, and some self-deprecating.

The old man Wen Dingguo, the last prime minister of the Dali Dynasty, was also the last prime minister of Dali. Under the assistance of Wen Dingguo, the Emperor of Pingzhi made great efforts to make the country prosperous, so that today's Dali is peaceful and prosperous. There is also a secret of the past, he and Huang Potian, the previous head of the Ximen family, Ximen Xi, still kowtowed, and drank blood and wine! However, seven years ago, he was dismissed for advocating a re-investigation of the case between Jiangcheng and the Ximen family.

Huang Li asked Huang Junyu and Ximen Xiaolou to go to Wen Dingguo when they came to the imperial capital, saying that he would definitely be able to help the two.

"Young man Baitou, I've suffered you all these years!" The letter briefly explained the situation of Huangjun Yu, and Wen Dingguo knew that if he was not treated, the white-haired young man in front of him would have two years to live. He was a little depressed, and he didn't want to experience the feeling of a white-haired person sending a black-haired person again.

"My life is up to me, I won't succumb to my fate!" Huang Junyu smiled slightly, as if he was telling an ordinary story to comfort the old man, "Old Wen, the two of us just arrived in the imperial capital today and killed someone. ”

"Beitang Jing is rampant and domineering on weekdays, forcing Liang to become a prostitute, I don't know how many girls have been ruined. Today's Dali is no longer the Dali of the past, and Wang Fa has long been a void in their eyes. This kind of stubborn son kills one by one, and it doesn't matter."

Beitangjing's death is known all over the city, and the old man knows the world even if he doesn't go out.

"I believe you have come here to hide from the light and dark sentinels who are watching outside. Rest assured to stay, not to mention that Jing Zhaoyin came to search, even if the emperor comes, I am not afraid. The old man made a decision for them.

"I don't know if Old Man Wen can get the auction qualification for Han Ya Ge in ten days? There is something in the auction that we have to do!" Ximen Xiaolou, who had been silent, spoke up at this time, he knew that the old man was his grandfather's sworn brother, and he didn't have so many polite and cumbersome etiquette, but more importantly, Han Ya Ge's Long Jing was determined to win.

"It's easy to enter the auction, but now the whole city is looking for you two, I'm afraid that when you show up, it will cause endless trouble!" The old man was very worried about the safety of the two.

"Don't worry, since you're here, you have to solve some things. Huang Junyu said with relief.

"Okay, it's worthy of being the son of Deserted Battle!" the old man smiled with relief and added, "However, the Deserted Letter explained that you are going to school!"

"Go to school?" Huang Junyu and Ximen Xiaolou asked in unison, not expecting Huang Li to ask the two of them to go to school.

"That's right! Dali Academy! Report in three days!"

That night, four black pigeons flew out of the imperial capital in the night, flying in four directions: east, west, north and south.

This bloody storm has just opened the curtain!