As soon as the middle-aged man left, many figures hurried from the street entrance.

Soon, they arrived at the scene, some of them were arrogant with swords on their bodies, some were holding steel knives in their hands, and they were unusually calm, some were playing with folding fans, cynical, some were simple and unpretentious, and some were jewelry.

There are men and women, old and young, all kinds and differences.

But they all have one thing in common, and that is that they are separate, in groups or in groups, or alone, and although they all seem like a large group, they all maintain just the right distance from each other.

Obviously, all of them come from different camps.

Ouyang Mingyue and Ouyang Zui were actually mixed in the crowd, Ouyang Mingyue was still dressed as a little girl, and her expression seemed to be a little tired, Ouyang Mingyue was still carrying his wine gourd with a big grin, and poured a sip or two into his mouth from time to time, it seemed that what he contained in his big wine gourd was a jade brew that people couldn't put down.

Glancing around casually, Ouyang Mingyue complained dissatisfiedly: "Obviously this is here, why haven't you even seen a figure?"

Originally, she and Ouyang were strolling around the shop when they suddenly heard a ghostly howl, thinking that something was wrong here, so they rushed over to find out, but they didn't expect that when they arrived, they only saw an empty street.

This made her heart, which was not very calm, instantly become lost again, so she did not deliberately suppress her voice, and everyone on the scene heard her dissatisfaction.

In fact, she didn't observe carefully, and the lights on the side streets were not bright at night, so she didn't find the blood stains on the bluestone slab at the first time.

Ouyang Zui smiled unmindingly, and said softly, "Everyone has already left." ”

Saying that, he casually glanced in the direction where the middle-aged man left, and just when they rushed over, the figure of the middle-aged man flashed on the roof over there.

Although his movements were so fast that everyone present did not notice him, Ouyang Zui clearly captured his traces, which can be described as seeing and listening to all directions.

"Oh!"

Ouyang Mingyue was obviously not very interested, and then turned to everyone and said, "Then let's all disperse!"

With that, she was about to leave.

Ouyang Zui shook his head helplessly, although with Ouyang Mingyue's current appearance and the tone of the protagonist, this sentence seemed somewhat weird to others, but he didn't think there was anything wrong.

Because she has long been accustomed to this identity, and he has long been accustomed to her.

After all, Ouyang Mingyue had this qualification.

The reason why Ouyang Zui felt helpless was because as soon as Ouyang Mingyue's words came out, he felt that others would not necessarily approve of it, as an old monster who had already seen through the rivers and lakes, his heart was like a mirror.

Sure enough, Ouyang drunk didn't mind, it didn't mean that others didn't care, as soon as Ouyang Mingyue's words fell, there was a harsh and abnormal laugh from the crowd.

"Where's the little sissy? Don't pretend to know anything if you don't understand anything, okay?"

"Besides, do you have a part in talking here, and how did your adults teach you?"

The person who spoke was a slightly chubby, arrogant young man, about twenty-five or sixteen years old, and at this moment, he was staring at Ouyang Mingyue with a proud face.

The young man looks strange, with a pair of small eyes like pinholes, a high nose bridge, and a slightly bulging forehead, like a bag, no matter how you look at it, it's a little funny.

Ouyang Mingyue paused, glanced at the young man, a trace of disgust flashed in her eyes, and turned her head to ignore it, not because he was afraid of the young man, but because she disdained to deal with him.

This young man may be unfamiliar to many of the people present, but she is extremely familiar, because he is the second son of the [Holy Gate], whose real name is Tong Ziji.

The Holy Gate has always been very low-key and secretive, and many people don't know what the [Holy Gate] is, and the world only knows that they are both good and evil, because there are many things in the world that are relative, and those who can really get in touch with the circle of the [Holy Gate] on the rivers and lakes are also the same forces.

The reason why Ouyang Mingyue is so familiar with Tong Ziji is not only because their life circle is the same, but more importantly, Tong Ziji once pursued her madly.

However, Ouyang Mingyue dislikes Tong Ziji from the bottom of her heart, not because Tong Ziji is too stumbling, but mainly because he is a prodigal child who is unlearned, arrogant and lascivious.

There are two sons of the Holy Gate, who are half-brothers, the eldest son Tong Zihan and the second son Tong Ziji, but the difference between the two is 108,000 miles.

Tong Zihan has been smart and clever since he was a child, he is one of the best martial arts wizards, and when he grows up, he is even more famous, envious of others, although the two are brothers, but Tong Ziji and him can not be compared at all.

Although most people didn't know who this arrogant and chubby young man was, it didn't affect the curiosity in their hearts, although Ouyang Mingyue had said the confusion in the hearts of some of them before, but the young man's words seemed to be a little more reasonable, after all, they had heard it with their own ears, and the previous voice came from here.

If you go back like this, you will still be a little reluctant in your heart.

Besides, in their opinion, on this kind of occasion, Ouyang Mingyue, a young man, suddenly spoke out to point out the country, which was a violation of the rules of the rivers and lakes, after all, among the people present, not all of them were passers-by, and many of them were from major forces.

None of them have spoken yet, when will it be your turn to be a nobody.

There is an unwritten rule in the rivers and lakes: no matter what the occasion, the elders are respectful and humble, and the elders and young are orderly, and they cannot be messed up.

In the rivers and lakes, seniority means status, not according to age to arrange, but to the rivers and lakes power, personal strength to comprehensively sort, high status people, no matter what they do, have superior rights, this is the eternal truth.

Therefore, when Tong Ziji's ridicule fell, everyone's eyes invariably looked at Ouyang Mingyue.

Some people gloat, others slander.

Tong Ziji was not alone, there was a middle-aged man in gray standing beside him, he also looked at Ouyang Mingyue with some dissatisfaction, he wanted to see what kind of sacredness it was, and he dared to make a big deal here.

At first glance, he was stunned, because Ouyang Mingyue's face was so unfamiliar, he had never seen it before, which made him very annoyed in his heart, he was 100% sure that among the people with heads and faces in Shengxuan City, there was no Ouyang Mingyue at all.

He just wanted to scold, but when his eyes inadvertently touched Ouyang Mingyue's side with Ouyang Drunk, who was holding a wine gourd, his pupils suddenly shrank, as if he saw something incredible, at first, he thought he was dazzled, and quickly reached out and rubbed his eyes, and looked at it again, he was suddenly afraid in his heart.

"How could it be him?"

The gray-clothed middle-aged man's brain was a little unable to turn around, especially when he saw Ouyang Zui looking at Ouyang Mingyue's doting eyes, he was almost messy in the wind.

"It's good that I didn't say anything disrespectful!"

The joy of the rest of his life rose in his heart, and anyone with a discerning eye could see that the relationship between Ouyang Zui and the unknown kid beside him was definitely not ordinary.

"Smack!"

So, the gray-clothed middle-aged man slapped Tong Ziji, who was still complacent and wanted to see Ouyang Mingyue's ugliness, to the ground, and then walked quickly to Ouyang Zui with a respectful face, bowed and groveled: "Senior Ouyang, the little nephew has no eyes, he offended Senior Ouyang, and I hope that Senior Ouyang will forgive me." ”

Ouyang drunk glanced at him, then raised the wine gourd and poured another sip of liquor into his mouth, and then said slowly: "Who should the old man be? It turned out to be Qiance! The one who sprayed feces in his mouth before was your nephew?"

The middle-aged man in gray is named Tong Qiance, who is Tong Ziji's uncle and the younger brother of Tong Qianxiong, the owner of the [Holy Gate].

"Yes! Yes!"

The corners of Tong Qiance's mouth twitched fiercely, this old guy really has to be unforgiving.

Ouyang drunk glanced at him and said: "The old man just said, the old man has been walking the rivers and lakes for so many years, and he has never heard of any fecal spraying machines or anything like that in the rivers and lakes, and the feeling is that the old man is wrong, ashamed, ashamed!"

Tong Qiance was about to rush into anger, but there was no way, he had to hold back, otherwise, it was estimated that he would be dead on the street today.

Ouyang Zui, the old horseman, has never been a master to be messed with, not because of his strong martial arts, but because this old horseman has always been bent on doing things and doing his own thing.