First acquaintance at the age of four, can perceive at the age of six, do not be confused at the age of eleven, enter the cave at the age of sixteen, and it took more than ten years to climb from the lower grade of the cave to the top grade of the cave Xuan, and use continuous victories to lay the name of invincible below the fate, no matter how you look at it, Wang Jingluo, a person from the Tang Xuanfu, is a genius in the cultivation path.

But Wang Jingluo knew very well that he had not faced up with those young men and women who occasionally came out of the unknown land for a day, and his reputation as a young cultivator genius was not solid.

Therefore, he prefers that others will say that he is a calm and experienced cultivator, rather than that the world will praise him as a so-called young genius of the Tao, and he wants to have a bearing and demeanor that matches that of a high-level cultivator, so even if he is very young, his body is very healthy, and he does not have any lung disease, he will always cough twice from time to time.

But at this time, the wolf bèi was sitting in the spring rain, he was really coughing, because of fear and confusion he was choked by the rain, his face was pale and he looked at the thin and tall man who gradually appeared at the entrance of the alley, and his body trembled more and more.

The tall and thin old man who walked out of the alley was wearing a dirty robe, with many oil marks and dirt on the robe, and the eyes on his face were flashing in the triangular eyes, with those sparse long beards, he looked extremely obscene and obscene, and he didn't have any appearance of a worldly master at all.

"I spent half a day drawing this talisman, what do you think?"

The thin and tall Taoist looked at Wang Jingluo, who was sitting at the entrance of the alley, through layers of rain curtains, and asked seriously. At his feet, the middle-aged fat man in the Prince's Mansion had turned into a dead corpse, and the clothes on his body and even the skin under the clothes were cracked like pieces of paint that had been peeled off over the years, looking extremely terrifying.

Wang Jingluo smiled miserably, looked at the slender and tall Daoist and said dejectedly: "There are only a dozen people in my Tang Fu Dao, and those who are willing to wear Dao robes are naturally one of the four Divine Rune Masters at the South Gate of Haotian Dao. ”

"It takes a long time for a rune master like a senior to draw a talisman, based on the streets and alleys, and with rain as the ink, this well character is naturally terrifying...... I just don't understand why the seniors didn't just kill me. ”

The rune master of Haotian South Gate frowned slightly, waved his hand and drew a word in the air, drove away the annoying spring rain around him, shook his head and said: "The monk of the Moon Wheel Country, the swordsman of the Southern Jin Dynasty, the old man of the military department, these people die when they die, but you are different. I was ordered not to let you make a move, just to protect you. ”

"Wang Jingluo, you have already stood on the threshold of the realm of knowing fate at a young age, it is really rare, I heard that there is news in the academy, and the national teacher and the imperial brother have also commented on you, thinking that after forty years, you are very likely to touch the layer of paper above the five realms...... It's not easy for me to be a young genius in Datang, so you have to work as hard as you can to live for another forty years!"

The expression on Wang Jingluo's face kept changing.

"You don't want to go back to the prince's mansion, go to the front line to serve for three years to atone for your sins. ”

After saying this, the rune master turned around and walked towards the dark alley, and muttered: "The old dynasty of the Spring Breeze Pavilion is not a kitten or a puppy, if he is so easy to kill, wouldn't I have killed more than ten years ago?"

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The green sleeves vibrated lightly, and the thin green steel sword that fell into the rain buzzed and flew up, returning to Chao Xiaoshu's hand.

He glanced back at Ning Que, who was standing behind him, and confirmed that he had not been harmed by Yan Zòng except for some small bloody youths, nodded and put his sword back in its sheath, left the carriage, and walked towards the front of the alley.

Walking to the corner of Hengyi Street of Chunfeng Pavilion, stopping at Xiaoshu, looking at the place behind the rain curtain, Ning Que raised his arm to wipe the rain from his forehead, followed his gaze, and after a long silence, he asked, "Are you still waiting for someone?"

"Hmm. Chao Xiaoshu's right hand pressed on the hilt of the sword, and responded: "A person named Wang Jingluo, but it seems that he will not come." ”

Ning Que frowned, handed the Pu knife from his right hand to his left, and asked, "Why." ”

Chao Xiaoshu looked back at the black mask on Ning Que's face, and said with a smile: "It's not easy for me to produce a cultivator genius in the Tang Dynasty, it may be that some people don't want to see him die in our hands." ”

"I don't have the confidence you have. Ning Que thought back to the series of battles tonight, thought about those powerful cultivators, and thought that if he hadn't been in front of Xiaoshu, he would have died a long time ago, and said with emotion: "If it was your hole card that played a role, why didn't he make a move earlier, and wanted you to fight to the death?"

"I explained to you in Lin Forty-seventh Lane, once that hole card is revealed, no one dares to move the entire Chang'an City, so there is no way to know how many hole cards those nobles have in their hands and their intentions. ”

Chao Xiaoshu suddenly said, "Walk with me?"

Ning Que raised his right arm, wiped the rain and blood from the blade with his sleeve, inserted it back into the scabbard behind his back, and nodded.

The rain was lighter than before, and it was pouring down on the streets and alleys around the Spring Breeze Pavilion.

Chao Xiaoshu's hand left the hilt of the sword, and he walked behind him, walking on the quiet street, the green shirt on his body was still straight, and his face was still calm, but it was a few points paler than before the battle, and there seemed to be no change in other than that.

Ning Que followed behind him, tearing off the corner of his clothes and piercing the wound on his left arm as he walked, although the blood was shallow and thin, but he who came out of Minshan was still used to saving every drop of blood and strength.

On the wet street of Yuxiang Lane, the two of them walked around the Spring Breeze Pavilion, like a pair of lion brothers and tiger brothers who had just begun to patrol their territory after a bloody battle.

Walking back to the main gate of the palace, a faint look of exhaustion appeared on Xiaoshu's face, he rubbed his eyebrows, lifted the hem of his green shirt, and sat on the wet stone steps.

Several remnants of the Tang soldiers rushed towards him shouting.

Ning Que pulled out the Pu knife behind his backhand and slashed it in front of him, each sword light would cut down an opponent, and the Tang soldiers who rushed to the front of the stone steps fell in turn like trees, and at the same time his mouth kept muttering: "People are floating in the rivers and lakes, how can they not be knifed, I will kill you with one knife, and I will kill you with two knives......"

Chao Xiaoshu sat on the wet stone steps, tiredly supporting himself with the scabbard, looking at the scene in front of him, the brightness in his eyes became thicker and thicker, he had already seen that Ning Que's sword technique had the shadow of the sword technique in the army, but more exquisite choices of timing and direction were only realized between life and death.

Ning Que's knife posture is calm and even simple, but occasionally it is as weird and fluttering as raindrops, and he always adheres to a principle, that is, the knife is the most labor-saving, but the place where the knife falls must be the weakest part of the opponent.

"This is the knife technique that really kills. ”

Chao Xiaoshu looked at the pieces of sword light, thinking back to those pictures in the battle, Ning Que's strong will and excellent judgment ability, and then thinking of his real age, he couldn't help but sigh silently in his heart: "It's a pity that the little guy can't practice, otherwise the future of the Tang Empire will definitely occupy an extremely important position." ”

Looking at the corpse soaked like rotten wood by the rain in front of the mansion, and looking at the young man who was carrying the Pu knife to breathe, he smiled at Xiaoshu and said, "Can you kill a little poetic? ”

Ning Que turned around, the Pu knife on his shoulder brought up a stream of blood, he looked at the middle-aged man on the stone steps, pointed to the night rain falling from the sky, and said breathlessly: "The wetness has always been there, as for the hoe...... Where is it so tiring to cut people?"