"Stop!"

Liao Dongsheng shouted, and immediately stood up with a cold face, and didn't have time to greet a few people, so he immediately ran out quickly. Tao'an is the Liao family's property, and Fangfei is one of Tao'an's signboards, no matter what position he stands, he must come forward today.

Shen Lang and the others also followed closely behind and went out of the room.

There was already silence in Tianxiang Building, and although the man's voice just now was low and deep, it resounded throughout Tianxiang Building, obviously urging cultivation.

When you walk out of the door, you can see the scene of the No. 3 room on the opposite side.

There are four A-shaped rooms in Tianxiang Building, all of which are the best private rooms, like the No. 1 room set by Liao Dongsheng is one of them, but it is also the smallest one.

The third room on the opposite side is much larger, occupying almost the entire west side of the third floor, like a banquet hall.

Looking through the window, I saw that there were three round tables in room three, and more than 20 people were sitting.

On the side of the room sat seventeen or eight female musicians, holding various musical instruments.

The first was a woman in a pink dress, with a goose egg face and willow eyebrows, a small cherry mouth and a red mouth, a pair of bright eyes that were big and bright, with light makeup painted on her face, and her appearance was beautiful and elegant.

If he hadn't known in advance that Tao'an Huakui Fangfei was among them, Shen Lang wouldn't have imagined that this would be a Qinglou woman.

At the round table, there stood a middle-aged man in a strong suit, burly with thick limbs, and a deep scar on his face.

And what surprised Shen Lang even more was that he actually saw an acquaintance on the other side.

Ying Ying, who was dressed in white and used the pseudonym Su Liunian, was also in the seat.

However, she was not seated at the main table, but behind the round table on the right, and did not appear to be the host or guest.

From this point of view, she doesn't seem to have revealed her identity as the county lord of the palace.

Fang Fei sat in the position with the pipa in her arms, her expression was cold and she couldn't see her joy and anger, but the female musicians behind her were all pale, and their expressions were shocked and angry.

"Fang Fei, come here!" Liao Dongsheng shouted lowly.

Fang Fei stood up, saluted the people in the round table, and turned around to come over to Liao Dongsheng.

But at this time, the middle-aged man who was standing shouted in a low voice: "Stand for me, whoever dares to go, don't blame Lao Tzu for being ruthless under the knife!" When the words fell, he looked at Shen Lang and the others and sneered, "This is the singer we paid to invite, and you want to call it away with a word?" ”

Liao Dongsheng said angrily: "How much is it, double it and you will return it!" ”

"I don't want money today, I want her hands, what do you want?" As he spoke, the man actually pulled out his waist knife and walked towards Fang Fei.

Fang Fei's condensed face changed slightly, and she subconsciously took two steps back, and a trace of anger flashed in her eyes.

She's a peach hermitage Oiran.,The people she receives on weekdays are all literati.,When have you ever seen a character who draws a knife at every turn.。 Even if she was calm and maintained her identity, at this moment, when she saw that this man was really going to do something, her heart trembled slightly.

"You dare?!" Liao Dongsheng quickly took out a pen from his arms.

The Nine Rank Confucian Habitat already has the magical power to write down and produce flowers, and it is not as powerless as the scribes of the Ten Rank Student Realm.

"Yo, want to do it?" The man's words were full of banter, "It just so happens that I am a martial artist practicing the Qi Realm, and today I am just weighing what the Nine Grades of Confucianism are." ”

The twenty or so people on the opposite side just sat on the sidelines and watched happily, and none of them persuaded the middle-aged man.

Shen Lang frowned slightly, the other party was obviously coming at his side.

"Wait."

Shen Lang grabbed Liao Dongsheng and stepped forward.

"Dare to ask why it must be difficult for a woman?" Shen Lang asked.

The man sneered: "Didn't Lao Tzu say it just now? That Shen Lang plotted to kill the heroes of the human race, this prostitute dared to sing his poems in front of Lao Tzu, this is self-defeating! ”

Shen Lang shook his head and said, "As far as I know, that Zhao Hao was judged by the saint in person, and it was also the saint who personally killed him. The meaning of Venerable is ...... Saint injustice? ”

The biggest reason why Shen Lang has not been retaliated against on the surface is that he did not do it himself that day, but asked Gu Sheng to kill him.

The verdict of the saints, no one can doubt it.

The man was speechless and sneered: "You scholars just rely on two mouths, I am not good at words in martial arts, I won't mess with you today, I will decide the hand of this prostitute!" ”

Shen Lang sighed and said: "On that day in Qingshui County, there was an eight-rank demon clan attacking the building boat, and the two martial artists on the ship knew that they were invincible, but they fought to the death, and they desperately wanted to protect the people on the ship. Since that day, I have had a lot of respect for people in martial arts. He shook his head slightly, "It seems that I was wrong, there are two ordinary heroes in the martial arts, and there are scum like you who only dare to play prestige with poor women." ”

The middle-aged man's face was flushed with anger, and the people around him also looked strange.

"Since you say so, then you come and fight me! If you can win me, I'll let this prostitute go!" But if you lose, I will not only cut off the hands of this prostitute today, but I will also want your hands! The middle-aged man's face was grim.

Everyone's faces changed slightly, Confucianism and Taoism are typical of the higher the literary rank, the stronger the stronger, when the literary position is low, let alone the strong martial arts, even the general croppers with a few strengths, they may not be able to beat.

Don't look at the Jiupin Confucian habitat can already be put to paper, but how strong the things that appear are still depends on the talent.

And the average nine products, how much talent can they have?

It's just that the people on Shen Lang's side all have strange faces.

Fight with Shen Lang?

Although Shen Lang said that it is also a ninth grade, is it an ordinary nine grade?

"Okay."

As soon as Shen Lang opened his mouth, a delicate voice suddenly sounded.

"No!"

It turned out to be Momoan Oiran Fangfei who spoke.

She bowed to Shen Langfu and said, "The son's mind is a slave and a maid's heart, but it must not!" ”

Shen Lang smiled slightly: "Miss Fangfei doesn't have to be polite. As he spoke, he looked at the middle-aged man and said lightly, "The conditions have to be changed." ”

The middle-aged man sneered: "Scared? ”

Shen Lang shook his head and said, "I don't think I'm bold, but I really haven't seen anything like you." ”

The middle-aged man's face changed drastically, and his eyes flashed with a thick killing intent.

"So how are you going to change it?"

"I lost, and Miss Fangfei's hands and I are all yours. If you lose...... Leave your hands and feet behind. Shen Lang said lightly.

The words fell, and the entire Tianxiang Building was silent.

Everyone downstairs found a good angle to see the conflict upstairs, and even the people outside the building poured in when they received the news.

Even on the middle-aged man's side, there were also people whose faces changed slightly.

Several people at the main table exchanged glances, all asking who the young man under his twenties was. But they all shook their heads slightly, and they hadn't heard of this person at all.

But since he can sit with Liao Dongsheng and a few people, he thinks it should be a child of a family.

And the faces of several people on Shen Lang's side also changed slightly.

Liao Dongsheng said in a low voice: "That man is from the Li family in the east of the city, Ziyu be careful!" ”

Shen Lang's heart moved, when he came over with Xue Nanting yesterday, he had heard him mention it.

This Li family is a martial arts family, and many of the children of the clan are officials in the army, and the family is huge, and it can be regarded as a strong party in Qingyun Mansion City. It is said that he has been very close to the Huaining Mansion over the years, so he may find trouble with Shen Lang and let him be careful.

Shen Lang shook his head and smiled, "I know, it's okay." ”

Liao Dongsheng nodded, and did not persuade anything.

Although Shen Lang is only nine products, he has already proved his potential with six songs in Mingzhou and one in Zhenguo.

In terms of Confucianism and Taoism alone, Shen Lang is much higher than him, and judging from the matter of asking the Holy to kill Zhao Hao, Shen Lang is by no means a reckless person. Since he said that there was nothing to do, he should have made a decision in his heart.

"I don't think it's over, it's just a misunderstanding."

A man stood up at the main table opposite, looking to be in his early twenties, with a handsome face and a radiant countenance.

He smiled and nodded at Shen Lang, and then turned his gaze to Liao Dongsheng: "Dongsheng, you also persuade your friends, don't hurt the harmony." ”

Liao Dongsheng's face changed slightly and looked at Shen Lang.

Shen Lang said lightly: "Who are you, if you want to make a move, I will also follow it, and the bet contract is the same as just now." ”

The young man's expression remained unchanged, and he smiled at Liao Dongsheng: "Dongsheng, you tell you who this friend and I am?" ”

Liao Dongsheng whispered two words: "Wumiao Li Dongze." ”

Shen Lang's eyebrows raised slightly.

There is a Temple of Literature in this world, and naturally there will be a Temple of Martial Arts.

However, some differences are that although martial arts are prosperous, there has never been a saint who saved the human race from fire and water. And after all, the world is still governed by literati, so martial arts have always been suppressed by Confucianism and Taoism.

However, no one dares to underestimate the Martial Temple because of this, but anyone who comes out of the Martial Temple is a strong man who can overwhelm a generation!

"Wumiao Li Dongze?" Shen Lang asked.

Li Dongze smiled: "That's right. ”

Shen Lang nodded and said, "Okay, I know, do you want to fight?" ”

Li Dongze was stunned for a while, this was the first time that someone dared to invite him to fight after knowing his identity.

He squinted at Shen Lang and said slowly: "I wanted to make a move, but I accidentally broke through to the eight-rank realm a few days ago." ”

"It's okay, you can fight." Shen Lang's expression remained unchanged.

As soon as these words came out, there was an uproar in Tianxiang Building.

Li Dongze stared at Shen Lang and said slowly: "Dare to ask this benevolent brother ...... surname."

"Childe, please let me fight!"

The middle-aged man interrupted Li Dongze's words.

Li Dongze looked at him deeply: "Be careful." ”

"Yes!"

The middle-aged man turned around and stared at Shen Lang with murderous eyes.

Shen Lang said lightly: "Hurry up, don't delay everyone's time." ”

The middle-aged man sneered: "Then let me see your Confucianism and Taoism Nine Grades!" ”

He shouted violently, his blood and qi surged, his body jumped high, and the long knife in his hand turned into a silver curtain and went straight to Shen Lang's head.

This is clearly to kill Shen Lang directly.

Shen Lang held his hands behind his back, and the cold wind in the air hit, blowing his clothes fluttering, and his handsome appearance made the hearts of countless women around him beat faster.

"The spring is silent and cherishes the trickle, and the shade of the tree shines on the water and loves the sunshine. The little lotus showed its sharp corners, and a dragonfly had already stood on its head. ”

As Shen Lang chanted, a huge ghost dragonfly appeared above his head.

"Mouth Blooming Lotus?!"

"No, the Mouth Blooming Lotus is the supernatural power of the seven-rank student realm, and he only has the ninth grade!"

"That'...... That's ......"

"Original poems, works of Narushu...... He is Shen Lang! ”

Just when the middle-aged man pounced on top of Shen Lang's head, the ghost dragonfly moved.

It almost turned into a phantom, and it attacked in an instant.

The air was full of blood, and the dazzling scarlet dyed the entire Tianxiang Building red.

Blood poured down like a basin.