The Floating Drunken Restaurant is located on the main street of Osmanthus Town.

At dusk, the autumn rain gradually stops.

The rain had finally stopped for several days, and there were more locals on the main street of Osmanthus Town, dressed in decent clothes and looking at them with lazy steps, in stark contrast to the victims who had fled the streets.

These locals in Osmanthus Town are very disgusted with the victims begging on the street, if it weren't for the arrival of these beggars, now at this time, Osmanthus Town has long been full of romantic talents who watch the scenery and enjoy the flowers, that is their God of Wealth!

So at this moment, there are a few local young people in neat cloth clothes on the street, who seem to be venting their dissatisfaction and humiliating an old beggar huddled under the eaves as if they have nothing to do.

"Old man, learn to bark for the master."

"Old thing, get out of where it comes from......"

The old beggars in tattered clothes cried and knelt on the ground and begged for mercy, but they never got the slightest mercy from the other party, and the passers-by did not pay attention to this scene at all, and even some people stopped to watch the excitement with relish, and the other beggars on the street were even more afraid of being affected and the pond fish dodged to the side.

On the roof of the floating drunken restaurant, Hua Fengju, who was dressed in a green shirt, was alone carrying a wine jug, leaning on the row of raised tiles on the roof, this Xishu Feng had a wooden hairpin to pull his hair, his sideburns were frosty, and his long sword was leaning to his side, and he was hooking the corners of his mouth and looking coldly at the scene of the human farce on the street downstairs, and from time to time he sent a sip of pure wine into his mouth, chic and elegant like a wine fairy.

He seemed to be taking the drama on the street as his own appetizer.

Looking at the young locals on the street becoming more and more unscrupulous, Hua Fengju on the roof just sneered with interest, he didn't plan to help the old beggar, except for his nephew and sister, Hua Fengju would not make a move for anyone, and when he saw the thankless stupid thing of pulling out a knife to help, his nephew who had just entered the rivers and lakes was willing to do it.

No matter what time it is, Hua Fengju always likes to stand on a high place alone, looking down on the ugly faces of those ordinary people in his eyes.

Because Hua Fengju is a once-in-a-century kendo genius, he sneered at the few locals who only knew how to bully people, and even looked down on the old beggar who would rather kneel and beg for mercy than dare to let go and defend his dignity.

In the face of the hot and cold world, he once said bluntly to Yan Longyu: "The three-foot Qingfeng that my flower phoenix lifts only kills!" It's not a good thing! ”

Sitting alone on the high platform, smiling and watching all kinds of life! Hua Fengju's vulgarity in this regard is something that Yan Longyu has wanted to learn all these years but can't learn.

Not much.

It was getting dark, the wine in the jug was gone, and the farce downstairs was coming to an end.

The mountain rain is about to come and the wind is full of buildings, the flower phoenix lying on the high place raises its sideburns and moves with the wind, the autumn rain that originally stopped is again accompanied by a few muffled thunders from the top of the nine heavens, people have scattered to avoid the rain, there are no pedestrians on the street, and it has returned to the depressed scene of these days, leaving only the beaten old beggar struggling to get up under the eaves.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, Hua Fengju's sideburns were already wet by the rain, and they drooped on both sides of his cold cheeks, he threw the wine jug unhurriedly, got up with his sword and prepared to go downstairs.

But at the moment when Hua Fengju stood up from the top of the building, his whole face became vigilant in an instant.

He glanced at the old beggar under the eaves on the opposite side with his spare eyes, and at some point there was one more person-little uncle!

The man under the eaves was age, burly but hunched over, and his face seemed to be full of honesty and scum, if it weren't for the rusty iron sword he was holding in his arms, he would look like a proper farmer.

This person is Wang Cuiping, one of the six great guests of Xiaoyao Sect who stopped Hua Fengju and others on the bank of the Rolling Dragon River on the bank of the Rolling Dragon River for Tongzhou Xiaoyao Sect, and it is also the little uncle Wang Xiao who Hua Fengju met when he followed the old building master to learn swords in the Qi Sword Tower in Yanbei.

One stood on the roof of the building, the other under the eaves, and the two looked at each other, each with his own thoughts.

"You still have the face to come to me!" Hua Fengju exuded a strong killing intent all over his body, he didn't know what happened back then, which could make this little uncle Wang, who had always been indisputable, defect from Qi Jianlou and throw himself into Xiaoyao Sect; He knew that Uncle Wang on the banks of the Rolling Dragon River did not kill him back then, but was delaying time for himself. But it is an indisputable fact that he defected from the sect.

Wang Cuiping is now a Grandmaster of the Seven Realms, only one step away from the Martial Arts Immortals, if he fights now, although he is also a grandmaster, Hua Feng, who has lost an arm and is in a ruined state of mind, will definitely be defeated, but Wang Cuiping did not show his killing intent, and even the Qi Hai Na did not change at all.

Fifteen years ago, Wang Cuiping, who didn't say a word on the bank of the Rolling Dragon River, stood under the eaves today, and smiled bitterly at Hua Fengju: "If you don't say a word, you will kill me, you Hua Fengju has not changed half a point for so many years." ”

Hua Fengju in the independent rain snorted coldly: "The Tao is different, there is nothing to say!" The king of the Xiaoyao Sect! At this point today, I'm afraid you're not here to catch up with me! ”

Wang Cuiping, who looked like an old man, smiled indifferently, didn't care about the ridicule of his nephew, like an old man looking at the younger generations of the family, looked at Hua Fengju on the roof and continued: "Come down, do you want to stand on the roof of the building in the rain?" I have something important to say about you and the child you've been protecting. ”

Hearing the conversation of these two strange people, the old beggar who was sitting next to Wang Cuiping was afraid that he had just come out of the tiger's den and entered the wolf's den, so he had already staggered and didn't dare to stop for a moment and walked away along the eaves.

"I'm not like you, I'd rather be alone in the rain than go to the fence!" Hua Feng raised his mouth to be unforgiving, but his body was very honest, he flicked his sleeves and leaped down, holding his sword and standing beside his little uncle.

Hua Feng lifted his body, and the killing intent visible to the naked eye of those who practiced martial arts gradually dissipated.

The two people who were both born in Yanbei Qijian Tower, at the same time holding their respective swords, stood under the eaves, across the street was the floating drunken restaurant, Wang Sui, the director of the restaurant, was sitting at the wine table on the first floor and quietly watched the two people opposite.

Hua Fengju and his uncle Wang Cuiping both tacitly pretended not to see Wang Sui.

Wang Cuiping said softly: "Someone has revealed your whereabouts, Yuan Qian, the sect leader of the Xiaoyao Sect, has already brought two of the other five big guests of the Xiaoyao Sect to this Hanyuan County, and at this moment it is fifteen miles away from Osmanthus Town. ”

Could it be that this Jianghu really can't let go of a child? Hua Feng's heart sank.

Under the eaves, Hua Fengju and Wang Cuiping asked and answered.

"Why should I believe you?"

"If I want to harm you, wouldn't it be better for He Bi to risk death to tell me today, and now I will directly kill you and hand you over to that Yuan Qian."

"Then why did you come to tell me about it?"

"Who let you Hua Fengju be the disciple I don't want to admit it, but I care about it the most, when I betrayed Qi Jian Tower, my senior brother didn't kill me, and now it's time to return the gift to my senior brother!"

"Since you care about my master, why did you change your court back then?"

"It's hard to put into words."

Hua Fengju didn't say anything more, thought for a long time and asked again: "Then if it is my own strength, how sure is it to win that Yuan Qian?" ”

Wang Cuiping had already guessed that his nephew, who was not afraid of heaven and earth, was going to ask this, and sneered: "The people of the rivers and lakes judge ten people in the world, and all of these ten people are white-haired old men. But that Yuan Jian was rated as the eleventh person in the world in just one year, and he was also the 'next generation of people who carry the top of the rivers and lakes' in the mouth of Qi Hongtian, the old master of the Crying Pass, an out-and-out martial arts immortal of the Eight Realms of the Law and Land! Some people once said that he was the reincarnation of the ancestor of the Xiaoyao Sect. ”

"He came out this time and brought with him Li Changfeng and Ji Mingyue, two Seven Realm Grandmasters, as well as more than 30 disciples of the Four Realms of the Xiaoyao Sect. Don't say it's you, even if you add me, you have no chance of winning. ”

As night fell, the rain was still falling, and the scene on the street was hazy.

Hua Fengju raised his head and breathed a long sigh of relief, looked tiredly at the dimly lit Fushen Drunken Restaurant opposite, and slowly walked out of the street, he was ready to walk out of the town alone. The autumn rain soaked the middle-aged man's green shirt, and when viewed from behind, the green shirt was close to the back, revealing its bulging backbone.

"Since you can't go, why don't you go and meet the so-called eleventh person in the world for a while! Tonight, I want to let everyone in the world know that if I want to kill Long Yu, I will pass the green shirt first! ”

In the floating drunken restaurant, Wang Sui, the director of the restaurant with a splayed eyebrows and his unsightly appearance, sat at the table in the hall on the first floor, watching the two blurred figures on the other side of the street leave one after the other in the dark night, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and his face was cloudy. He took out a piece of vermilion lacquer secret letter from his cuff that had been opened, and trotted all the way upstairs.

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The southern disaster victims poured into Osmanthus Town, obviously ruined the elegance of those romantic talents, in the past, every time the osmanthus was full of seats, the "floating and drunk" restaurant, but now it is extremely cold, the huge restaurant, there are only Yan Longyu and his party, Han Jianglong, Huang Wenmang, two men from the rivers and lakes of the five realms, the restaurant manager Wang Sui and the rest of the restaurant guys more than a dozen people.

Private room on the second floor, in front of a sandalwood round table.

It was already dark outside, and the candles were lit in the private room, and the six people in the room were unaware, although their backgrounds, identities, knowledge, and experiences were very different, but they were happy.

The four teenagers and the two Jianghu people were talking happily, the table full of mountain delicacies had been swept away by the six people on the stories of the rivers and lakes and the mellow wine, the teenagers' cheeks were slightly red, they all drank wine but they were not drunk, on the contrary, the two Jianghu people were full of crimson, obviously drunk.

During this period, Han Jianglongkou talked about various experiences in the rivers and lakes, Yan Longyu was full of interest and kept asking questions to Han Jianglong, could it be that he was interested in adding a few words from time to time, Dugu Haodang's face did not change just listening, Yan Gui and the mute Huang Wenmang who looked like a walker only grinned and laughed.

Han Jianglong, who has been in the rivers and lakes all the year round, obviously couldn't see through the origin of these young people in front of him, and thought: Needless to say, these people are extraordinary, they can make the "floating and drunk" principal personally send wine, and there are also green shirt sword sect guards, and there is also an old servant with a scarface who can't understand the cultivation, listening to them talk about Shuzhou, aren't they the children of the family in Shuzhou Jinguan City?

Just when Han Jianglong was thinking, Wang Sui, the manager of the restaurant, pushed open the door with a flattering face and walked in cautiously, Wang Sui did not salute a few people this time, but walked straight to Mo Fei's side, handed over the letter in his hand, and whispered something in Mo Fei's ear, and then took the initiative to retreat behind Mo Fei, who had already stood up.

Everyone in the room looked at Mo Fei, Mo Fei's face changed drastically, his heart was clear, he squinted and glared at Wang Sui beside him, and looked at Yan Longyu hesitantly.

Wang Sui's heart trembled, this young man can be reused by the old pavilion master Gu, and it is really not a fuel-efficient lamp.

"What's wrong? Brother Mo. Yan Longyu asked rhetorically.

Mo Fei didn't say anything, just handed the letter that Wang Sui handed to him to Yan Longyu untouched.

Dugu Haoran and Yan Gui came to Yan Longyu's side in confusion, Yan Longyu took out the letter from the envelope and slowly unfolded it, only to see that the letter was written with seven words that made them unbelievable: "Feng Jue has voted for the Xiaoyao Sect."

Yan Longyu's face also changed greatly, he looked thoughtfully at Wang Sui behind Mo Fei, and felt very strange, because he believed in Hua Fengju, so the problem must be in the person who sent the letter.

But before he could ask the reason for the king's suit, a feather arrow shot out of the window, with great strength, and pierced directly into Yan Longyu's left arm, and the powerful arrow made his body tremble.

Wang Sui seemed to have expected it, hurriedly squatted down with his head in his hands, and said in a broken voice: "There are assassins outside the building!" ”

Dugu Haodang and Yan Gui quickly pulled Yan Longyu and Mo Fei to squat, and Han Jianglong and Huang Wenmang, two unknown men from the rivers and lakes, also woke up for the first time, and felt the blades behind them while squatting down.

Subsequently, arrows were shot into the Fushen Drunken Restaurant from all directions, and in an instant, the restaurant was shot into chaff, and more than a dozen busy guys and two Zhaomen who had no time to dodge in the Fushen drunkenness were killed on the spot, and no one survived.

In the night, after a fierce shooting, more than 30 black shadows around the restaurant quickly put away the crossbow in their hands, took off the wide knife on their backs, and walked swiftly in their cloaks, pouring into the street, and crowded into the "floating and drunk".

The rain of arrows stopped, and Dugu Haolang took the lead in pushing the door and walked out of the private room, only to see that the downstairs was already crowded with a group of killers in black clothes.

In the center of the crowd, a person slowly took off his coat, took off his hat, revealing a thin face of an old dragon clock, raised his head and said with a hideous smile: "Xiaoyao Sect Keqing, Li Changfeng, come to take the life of the son of the Xishu Sword Immortal!" ”