Lu Pingchuan felt a murderous aura rushing towards his face, and he understood that if he didn't open his mouth again, Xie Wuchang was afraid that he would have to do it. If it weren't for him, Lu Pingchuan would be afraid of the person surnamed Xie, but now is not a suitable time to do it.

Lu Pingchuan's eyes were gurgling in his sockets, the corners of his mouth slowly curled, and he smiled: "Hehe, the punch just now is called 'Broken Qingshan'." ”

You don't have to say much, it's about being precise, and sometimes, the name of a move is enough to make a lot clear.

On the rivers and lakes, each sect has its own ability to take care of the house. Sometimes, the housekeeper's moves represent the sect.

"Is that them?" Xie Wuchang's complexion changed suddenly, and his originally pale face became even more bleak and terrifying. He finally realized what kind of trouble he would bring to himself if he killed this man.

But think about it again, if people want to kill him Xie Wuchang, does he have a choice? Instead of being killed, let's kill someone, at least he's alive now. If he hadn't killed the strong man just now, he might have died now, not to mention that even if he had left his hand just now, how could the strong man be willing to reconcile with him? I'm afraid it's still a never-ending situation.

Years of experience in killing people tell Xie Wuchang that in this kind of life-and-death killing, there is only one way to die for those who are left behind. Thinking of this, he was relieved, as long as he was alive now, his background was no smaller than that behemoth.

Xie Wuchang's left index finger and middle finger together, making a sword finger shape, slashed from his chest to his back, a breath of turbid air erupted, and he suddenly felt refreshed, as long as he thought of having a sword in his hand, he had a little confidence in his heart, which is the psychological quality that the top swordsman must have.

Xie Wuchang looked up to the sky and laughed, "What if it's them?" ”

Looking at the arrogant Xie Wuchang, everyone was silent. For that kind of behemoth, only a person like Xie Wuchang who has a demon sect as a backer will have nothing to fear.

People in the rivers and lakes, there are some things that you don't know if you don't want to know, and no matter how ignorant people are, they will also hear of the fame of the first temple, the second gang, the three views, the four sects, and the five mountains.

The world's martial arts, Shaolin is respected. Shaolin Temple since the thirteen warrior monks saved the Tang Dynasty, in the Tang Dynasty developed rapidly, to the Southern Song Dynasty, lasted a long time, the reputation spread far and wide, the talents came out in large numbers, it is a temple.

It was followed by the two major gangs, the Beggar Gang and the Qingshan League. These two gangs alone have made the entire martial arts * in terms of numbers.

The beggars in the world all belong to the beggar gang, and the green forests in the world all belong to the Qingshan League, and the number of the two gangs together is not an exaggeration to say that they monopolize half of the rivers and lakes. And the more people there are, the more talents there are, and the two gang leaders are even more dragons and phoenixes among the people, under the leadership of the two gang leaders, the two gangs have formed behemoths in the martial arts.

And this trick "Shattering Qingshan" is the inner kung fu of the Qingshan League.

Of course, although the fifteen major sects are famous, there are two sects that they can't help it, one of them is the Hundred Ghost Sect that makes a living by assassination, and the other is the Seeking Dao Pavilion that seeks the ultimate in martial arts and unscrupulous means against the disapproval of the world. Xie Wuchang is devoted to the Seeking Dao Pavilion.

Xie Wuchang walked to the table where the strong man was sitting just now, sat down unceremoniously in the position of the strong man, picked up the strong man's wine glass, tasted the wine gently, ate the beef on the table, and did not look at the guests sitting at the same table with the strong man.

But the guests at the table with the strong man were all sitting on pins and needles, all of them were restless and worried.

These people don't know each other with strong men, but one is that the hotel is overcrowded, and there is nowhere to sit without sitting, and the other is that the strong man has a hearty and bold temperament, quite chivalrous, which makes people feel close. For this reason, these guests sat together with the strong man at the temporary table. But he didn't want the strong man to have a blood feud with this demon, and he didn't want the strong man to die under Xie Wuchang's sword so quickly, and Xie Wuchang was sitting at this table at this moment. None of the guests knew what he was thinking, but everyone was worried that he would suffer an unwarranted disaster, and they couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat and chill their spine.

Fortunately, Xie Wuchang just lowered his head and drank and ate meat in a muffled voice, and did not look up at everyone from beginning to end.

Xiao Er, who was driven back to the backyard by the shopkeeper, saw the murder for the first time, and his face turned pale with fright, but he endured the discomfort and sent his bloodless mother back to the room, watched his mother go to bed to rest, quietly exited the room, and then secretly returned to the hall.

At this time, the body of the strong man had also been dragged out and disposed of by the maids of the rich man, and although the atmosphere in the hall was strange, there was no tension before, and everyone was silently eating their own food.

Xiao Er peeked around the hall, and finally, he found the familiar figure, his father was courteously entertaining guests, and it seemed that he was safe and sound.

Seeing that his father was unharmed, his hanging heart was also relieved. At this time, it was time for him to bring hot water to a female guest in the backyard.

Every time he thought of this guest, the shopkeeper's heart became hot, and he swore that he had never seen a girl who could be so good-looking, and that smile was deeply concerned about his heart. But he also understands that such a beautiful girl cannot belong to him, and it is enough to regard others as the most beautiful scenery in his life.

Xiao Er gently knocked on the door of the upper room with a pious attitude like worshiping Guanyin Niangniang, only to hear two words floating out of the room, these two words like the fragrance of flowers Nana penetrated Xiao Er's body and drifted into the depths of his soul.

"Please come in."

The shopkeeper gently pushed open the door, listening to the soft creak of the old door. This voice seems to be a giant axe that splits the chaos and makes the heavens and the earth open, allowing people to see the first ray of clarity in the world after the hoarse voice, accompanied by the divine light, breathing the holy air, and listening to the magnificent voice, the shopkeeper does not realize that the person has entered the room.

Following the gaze of the shopkeeper, a twenty-eight-year-old girl came into view, who sat quietly at the table, flipping through an old book of "Li Yishan's Poems" in her hand. The night was dark, and the room seemed dim, except for the flame dancing on the candlestick on the table, dancing with the breeze, its weak light illuminating the words on the book, and also illuminating the cheeks of the maiden Xiaomeng Butterfly and Spring Heart Tuoyan.

What kind of face is this, that eyebrow is a few lonely sails on the Yanbo River, that cheek is Xiao Xiao flower rain in the willow wind, that eye is the cold red sun under the lonely smoke of the desert, and the nose is a pool of autumn water with the same color as the sky.

She sat there, quietly, gently, with only the occasional rustling sound when she turned the pages, as if the silence of this room was very close, and the hustle and bustle was far away.

A black dress obscured her thin figure, but the exposed arms like jade roots and green fingers were enough to release the holiness that made everyone ashamed of themselves. She sat quietly, sitting in the room, the green silk falling like water, the wind blowing from afar, her figure farther than the distance.

The shopkeeper put down the hot water and quietly withdrew, he felt that the beauty in front of him was poetry, and the scenery in his eyes was painting, and he didn't dare to be the extra ink mark on this perfect picture.

Decades later, the dying shopkeeper often moved a bamboo chair and sat at the door of the guest room where she once lived to reminisce about his youth, and the guest room was still the one he had been familiar with since childhood, as if the years had taken nothing away. He often thought that one day, when he opened the door, she would still be there, just as she had been decades ago.

Your feminine black dress is delicate for the night.

I was lost in lovesick dreams.