In the middle of the night, the south post house of Jixia City.

The east wing on the second floor is lit with candles.

Under the shadow of the lamp, the two sat opposite each other, a pot of sake was warm among the two, and the charcoal fire in the pottery furnace flickered and dimmed, and the shadows were sufficient.

One of them was wrapped in armor, and his face was as heavy as iron, and it was Bai Weishan, the head of the martial arts sect of the Marquis of Xianyong.

The one opposite him was dressed in a sackcloth shirt, with messy hair, oily hair, and a sloppy appearance, but in his hand he held a delicate glass wine cup.

The two of them drank alone, cup after cup, as if they were taking the person next to each other as air.

When another pot of wine was empty, the man in cloth finally spoke:

"Bai Jiaotou, since you entered the door, except for telling me that the Hou Ye asked me to wait in this broken post house and brought these three pots of precious wine, I haven't said a word."

Bai Weishan was still silent, drinking with his head bored.

The man on the other side continued:

"Why, a tricky lobbyist in my province still bothers the first master of the Hou Mansion to come and watch, is he afraid that I will disturb the night banquet of the Hou Mansion?"

Bai Weishan put down his wine glass, snorted coldly, and finally spoke:

"Mr. Dongyang, Master Hou knows that I am a rough person, and I am afraid that if I say more, I will offend Mr., after all, Mr. is now the guest of King Tiele Khan of Ningzhou."

Called Mr. Dongyang by Bai Weishan, this middle-aged man in unkempt cloth is naturally the envoy sent by Ningzhou to Nanlu, Dongyang Guo.

This Dongyang Guo was originally a county in a small county in Liuyue County, and when King Liuyue rebelled, he abandoned his official position and fled, and after disappearing for many years, he somehow attached to the Tiele Department of Ningzhou and became the first strategist in the Golden Horde of King Khan.

In recent years, Dongyang Guo has traveled back and forth between the north and the south, mediating between various forces, and always showing people in a cloth dress and despair, calling himself a cloth strategist.

Some people say that this man has a strategy of vertical and horizontal, and is very good at arguing with tongues.

Some people also say that he is just a charlatan who is clever and betrays his mouth.

Bai Weishan hates dealing with such people the most.

Dongyang Guo smiled, his face was full of cunning, it seemed that as long as the person on the other side spoke, he was completely sure that he would be able to bargain.

I heard him sigh and say:

"Alas, alas, Lu Hou really thinks highly of me, what kind of guests, just eat with a mouthful, but I didn't have Hou Ye's reward tonight, it really makes me feel cold."

Bai Weishan raised his eyebrows coldly, and said in a low voice:

"Sir, you came uninvited, but you picked the right day?"

Dongyang Guo waved his hand with a wine cup and said:

"No, no, Lu Hou's birthday sticker was not sent to the Ningzhou tent thousands of miles away, and I only knew after I set off that Lu Hou would hold a birthday for his little wife."

Hearing Dongyang Guo's frivolous words call Mrs. Hou Fu the "little wife" of Lord Hou, Bai Weishan couldn't sit still, clenched his iron fists, and tried his best to restrain his anger.

He spat out a sentence from between his teeth:

"Sir, please respect yourself!"

Dongyang Guo didn't care, he still stared at Bai Weishan with an indifferent smile, and seemed to enjoy the feeling of provoking him with words.

Bai Weishan hated such people smiling at him very much.

Over the years, he has become accustomed to seeing people crying in front of him, kneeling and kowtowing to beg for mercy, shouting and begging Bai Weishan to reward him with a pleasure.

The unreserved fear and pain always made him want to stop.

But the person in front of him, like a poisonous snake, kept spitting out letters at him defiantly, but he was helpless, as if he had been paralyzed by the poisonous mist spit out by this poisonous snake.

There is no place to vent the pent-up anger, so he can only grit his teeth and say:

"You know that Master Hou has something important to do tonight, why don't you choose another day to go into the city?! Do you know what kind of tongue will be left by having a personal relationship with the Yi royal family?! ”

Dongyang Guo laughed when he heard this:

"Haha, haha! Jokes, what jokes! Ten thousand people are invincible to Shangzhu Country, and Lu Dingguo is broken by the iron mace, and Lu Hou, who is above 10,000 people under one person, will still be afraid of falling into the tongue? ”

Bai Weishan was silent, he was already secretly making up his mind, as long as Dongyang Guo's uncleaned mouth said even one more word, at least two of his yellow teeth would be lost.

Dongyang Guo had actually gotten what he wanted to know from the Baiwei Mountain Pass, he put away his smile, stared at Bai Weishan intently, and asked:

"You're just talking about big things? It shouldn't be Mrs. Hou's birthday, right? ”

Bai Weishan was stunned when he heard this, knowing that he had lost his words, and subconsciously clenched the long knife standing next to the table.

Dongyang Guo didn't care, and continued to ask:

"Lu Hou summoned hundreds of officials and gentry in the name of a birthday banquet, is there a big event to announce in public?"

Beads of sweat oozed from Bai Weishan's forehead.

"But ...... Self-respect? ”

The long knife came out of its sheath, tearing through the already suffocating air of the room.

In a single breath, the blade that flashed cold light was less than half an inch away from Dongyang Guo's neck.

"How do you know?!"

Dongyang Guo was not afraid at all, and the corners of his mouth rose again.

"It seems...... Did I guess? ”

"Guess?!"

Bai Weishan didn't want to believe that such a secret thing was only known to him and Fang Heda before tonight, except for the Hou Ye and his friend of life and death, King Beiliang.

How could this ragged Dongyang Guo be able to "guess" just by his words?!!!

At this moment when he hesitated, Bai Weishan suddenly felt the killing intent behind him, and it was close at hand a moment later.

There's a third person in this room!!

He couldn't think about it too much, and the instinct to resist the enemy that he had cultivated after hundreds of lives and deaths made him react instantly.

Draw the knife, turn around, retreat, cross the knife!

The person who came held the sword, and the blade of the sword stabbed diagonally towards Bai Weishan's left chest, pointing straight to the door of life!

"Look for death!" Bai Weishan roared.

Bai Weishan had been sitting in this room for three hours, perhaps because his precautions were gradually relaxed, or maybe he was drunk, and he didn't even know how the person came out of thin air.

But Bai Weishan is a natural warrior, he was named a martial idiot at the age of sixteen, ten years of wandering in the rivers and lakes, ten years on the battlefield of horses, and all his martial arts have been converted into killing skills.

Even if the sword in front of him had pierced the armor on his chest, he was confident that there were ten ways to kill the other party.

But I saw that the edge of the sword was suddenly hidden, and after the sword blade was slightly deflected, there was no blade light at all!

It seems that the candle flame in the hall can't reflect any light on the sword body that is as thin as a cicada's wings!

It seems to be a handful...... The Invisible Sword!

If there is no form, there is no phase, and if there is no phase, there is no trick, even if there are thousands of killing techniques, how can there be no tricks to win?!

I had no choice but to avoid this blow!

Bai Weishan was slightly flustered, and he moved and dodged, but he was able to avoid a blow, and he was quite embarrassed.

However, the sword-wielding man was like a ghost, and the invisible sword was like a tarsal bone, chasing after him!

"Broken!"

Bai Weishan shouted, his eyes were red, the long knife danced wildly, and the knife wind continued to leak out, raging the entire side room, and everywhere he went, there was a mess.

Baiwei Mountain's wind-breaking knife, the knife is wide open and closed, it is inconvenient to use it in this cramped place, but at this time, he can't care about it so much, let alone Dongyang Guo.

In the past ten years, those who dare to sneak attack him behind his back have long been overgrown with grass!

In the past ten years, the person who can force him to retreat twice is the first one!

No matter what the origin of this person is, Bai Weishan only believes in the four-character mantra in the face of the enemy:

"You live or die!"

But just when the blades of the swords were about to intersect, Dongyang Guo was heard shouting:

"Alright, Hitomi Kiki! Retire! ”

The sword-wielder immediately withdrew his sword and retreated, and quickly disappeared like a ghost into the dark corner of the room where the candles were not visible.

Bai Weishan could barely see the assassin's appearance clearly at this time.

It's not a complete person.

I saw a thin figure wrapped in black silk, not an inch of skin was exposed above and below Zhou's body, and even the hand holding the sword was wrapped in layers of black cloth.

Only a pair of eyes were revealed, a pair of eyes with pure black pupils like ink!

But Bai Weishan was willing to stop like this, and he shouted as he raised his knife forward:

"Come on! What to run!! ”

But then he suddenly froze in place, as if he remembered something, and after a while, he turned to Dongyang Guo and asked word by word:

"You, just now, what did you call him?!!!"