Yan Hua had finished eating the wine and food, and a small servant hurriedly stepped forward and said: "Guest officer, a total of two taels and three dollars and fifty-seven wen, and the shopkeeper said that seven wen will be exempted, and a total of two taels and three coins and fifty wen."

Yan Hua said: "It's not expensive."

The little guy smiled: "The guest officer can come again next time."

But before he could finish his sentence, his left arm was gone, and his blood was like an infusion. He was a little stunned for a while, until he felt the pain, he wailed and reacted, covered his left arm, and said in horror: "Lang Zhong, Lang Zhong, save me......"

He stumbled out, blood pouring out. In addition to horror, there was also astonishment in the eyes of the guests present.

What just happened?

And his left arm was still under Yan Hua's dining table, oozing blood.

Only Jiang Ye, he saw what happened just now.

Yan Hua drew his sword, cut off the man's left arm, and then put the sword back into its sheath. His speed was too fast, so none of the people reacted.

Yan Hua said slowly: "I have never paid for dinner."

He picked up his sword, got up, and prepared to leave.

Several thugs in the restaurant stopped him, and every big restaurant will have several such thugs, and it is up to such people to deal with such a situation.

Two men blocked the door, and three men surrounded him.

Their physiques were strong, and their faces were fierce, and ordinary people should have been frightened to the slightest of them.

One of them said, "You can't go, you didn't do it just now."

It's just that Yan Hua walked out as if no one was around, and he didn't care about what those people said.

When he walked in front of the three of them, they all stopped.

By the time he walked past them, their heads had fallen.

The people in the restaurant were already frightened, and the two thugs outside the door fled in terror, not daring to look back again. Because they all knew that even they might die if they looked at them again.

Lin Rou'er's face turned pale with fright, and she pulled Jiang Ye's sleeve and begged: "Young Master Chu."

This is her father's restaurant, she can't ignore it, not to mention that Jiang Ye has drunk her wine and eaten her food.

Most importantly, he was a chivalrous man, and after a few days in town, he taught all the hooligans who made trouble a lesson, and the town was at peace.

Jiang Ye shook his head: "Let him go, you can't stop it."

"What about you? Young Master Chu. Your swordsmanship is unparalleled in the world, and you will definitely be able to stop him. Lin Rouer pleaded, her eyes were full of tears, "The person who was cut is called Wang Zhong, who has been working in the restaurant for seven years, and one of the three who died is called Gu Bei, who has worked for the restaurant for three years, one is called Lu Guang, who has worked for the restaurant for a year, and the other is called Niu Tong, although he has not worked for the restaurant for a long time, he has always worked tirelessly and complained. Now that they are dead, how can the restaurant explain to their families? ”

Jiang Ye's right hand slowly withdrew from her hands, picked up the wine glass, and said slowly: "He is very strong, and I don't want to die."

When Lin Rouer heard him say this, she couldn't help but resent him in her heart for being such a greedy person who was afraid of death, and her previous good impression of him was gone, and she sneered: "You are still eating the dishes that our restaurant invited you to eat, and drinking the wine that the restaurant invited you to drink."

Jiang Ye took out a silver ingot from his arms and asked, "Is that enough?"

It's really ridiculous, it was Lin Rouer who invited him to come to the restaurant to eat and drink. He didn't want to come, but Zhu'er was abducted by her and brought him with her.

He defeated the scoundrels on the street because they disturbed their lives, but they did it easily.

Jiang Ye knows that it is extremely terrible to be against a stranger, because you don't know his details, his martial arts, and his methods, in Jiang Ye's opinion, only a fool will draw a sword at will against a person who doesn't know the details, and the reason is only because he is a righteous gentleman.

Such a person must die very quickly.

Fame, like a charcoal fire, is always scorching him.

"Young Master Chu, knock him down!" One shouted.

Then more and more people shouted, and the passionate sound shook the restaurant.

"Chu Daxia, come on! Defeat him and bring justice back to us. ”

"Young Master Chu, why don't you dare to go up."

"This Chu Ye dares to do something to those scoundrels in the market, and when he encounters a master, he wilts."

"If I had his kind of kung fu, I would rush forward no matter whether I could beat it or not."

……

Jiang Ye didn't care about this in his heart, because the world was already filthy, so why did he cater to everyone.

Hero, what a ridiculous two words.

But Zhu'er had already rushed forward, because she didn't allow others to slander Jiang Ye, and she wouldn't forget what Jiang Ye said: "You want to be a hero like me?" All right! You must remember to be fearless in the face of difficulties, and to maintain the righteousness in your heart in the face of the wicked. As long as you do these two things, you are already a hero. Don't be afraid, for I will be behind you. ”

"Stop." Zhu'er shouted angrily, but with a childish tone, her face was a little pale.

Yan Hua looked back at her, and saw that it was a little girl, so he didn't care, and said, "Whose girl, get out!"

His legs kicked at her like a gale.

But he didn't kick because a chopstick struck his leg like a dart, with a thousand punches.

The chopsticks went through his leg and nailed them to the wall of the house, making a "doo" sound.

He was shocked by the force of the chopsticks and stepped back, and when he stabilized his body, the little girl in front of him was protected by a man with clear eyebrows.

He looked at the chopsticks again, and they were nailed to the wall with blood, and they were already three points into the wood.

"It's you." Yan Hua said indifferently.

This was the man who had struck his sword on the wooden table and looked at him.

Jiang Ye smiled: "It's unfortunate that I'm his brother."

"So what?" Yan Hua asked.

"If you want to kill him with that blow, I have to kill you." Jiang Ye lamented.

"Does it have to be like this?" Yan Hua asked.

"It has to be like this." Jiang Ye replied.

"Okay." Yan Hua drew his sword, and the sword was like autumn water coming out of its sheath, with a snow-white light.

This is a sword that kills, and it has killed too many people, good and bad, swordsmen, civilians, women, and children.

Every time he kills someone, he wipes it carefully to keep it from getting a trace of dust.

Ten years later, it is still as sharp and brilliant as a new sword.

When he was about to fight Jiang Ye, Jiang Ye had already squatted down and blindfolded Zhu'er with a strip of white cloth.

"Then you don't want to look at anything, and I don't want you to look at it, and when you open your eyes, it's all settled." Jiang Ye said softly to her.

"Okay." Zhu'er replied very gently, hugging Jiang Ye's cheek and kissing it.

She didn't know why she was doing it, she just wanted to kiss him.

Jiang Ye hugged Zhu'er and sent her to Lin Rou'er's side: "Take good care of her, just a stick of incense."

Then he picked up the sword on the table and walked towards Yan Hua.

His expression is always so gentle and natural, as if it is a spring grass, but with the tenacity of "wildfire cannot be burned, and the spring breeze blows and grows".

Lin Rou'er realized at this time that he was not afraid, but there was no one worthy of his sword.

And can she be the person in his heart?

Jiang Yejian pointed at the scabbard, and with a single hand, the sword flew out, turning into a golden lightning bolt flowing around him, and then stopped in front of him.

When it moves, it is like a swimming dragon, full of vitality and vitality; When you stop, it's like you're dead, frozen in the air, as if time stood still.

His sword blade was even more crystal white than the one in Yan Hua's hand, and his brilliance was even more dazzling.

It was like the morning and midday suns, which shone brightly, but the midday sun was more dazzling, hotter, and more powerful.

Jiang Ye stretched out his hand to grasp the sword, and the sword body made a trembling sound.

Only the owner of the sword and the sword heart are in touch to make this sound. So how many things have they been through together? How many opponents have you defeated under this sword?

Yan Hua could only maintain the tranquility of his mind and gaze at Jiang Ye carefully. Because when a swordsman faces a strong sword and a strong opponent, he can't have a trace of fear.

Because if you are afraid, you will surely lose.

Jiang Ye held the sword in only one hand and looked at Yan Hua with a smug expression.

His sword was stronger than his, and he had to bear the weight, and his leg was bleeding, and in such a situation, he couldn't hold out for long, so he would definitely strike first.

And since his leg is injured, his shot will definitely be affected, and that is the best time to make his own shot.