It's a fool, and he reacted at this time.

Zhao Ergongzi stared at Xu Changan and Fang Xiaoyu deadly.

Fang Xiaoyu lowered his head, Xu Changan couldn't hold back anymore at the moment, smiled very reservedly and said: "Zhao Gongzi, in Xia Xu Chang'an, I am new to your place, take care of me." ”

Zhao Ergongzi stared at Xu Changan's face, and said word by word: "You, to, bottom, yes, who?"

Xu Changan smiled and looked at the No. C Tianzi room opposite: "Friends in the opposite room." Then he shouted, "We are almost going to meet in the village, and we are not here yet?"

Dechun Lou suddenly quieted down, and Shopkeeper Fan and Xu Changan stood side by side, looking at each other coldly.

The door slowly opened, revealing a coarse cloth suit and a hunchback.

In a place like Dechun Building, the most important thing is the noble son of the brocade hat and mink fur, and it is rare to have a hunchback in coarse cloth clothes. It is that the slave clothes on Xu Changan and Fang Xiaoyu look much more luxurious than the coarse cloth clothes.

Zhao Ergongzi sneered, he really didn't understand, why did a person in coarse cloth clothes fight with him?

The hunchbacked old man ignored Zhao Ergongzi's sneer, and bowed slightly towards Xu Changan: "The old slave has seen Xu Gongzi, and I don't know that Xu Gongzi is here today, otherwise my son-in-law would have come to pay homage to Xu Gongzi." ”

The mouth is a greeting, but the eyes are as sharp as a knife.

Although Xu Changan said that he was still young, he had been in the market for many years, and he also understood the meaning of this hunchbacked old man, and sneered: "Then please come out and see him." ”

As soon as the words fell, a young voice came: "Xu Gongzi has an order, so naturally he has to obey." The voice was more beautiful than the ladies who had not yet come out of the cabinet, with a hint of shyness in gentleness. Xiao Tao stood respectfully in front of the door and made a gesture of please.

The hands are like green onions, and the noodles are like powder. However, it was flour, and it was so pale that it made people feel frightened. He was slender, wearing a thick purple robe, purple cotton shoes on his feet, and an unknown fur lying around his neck.

Although it is said that it is late autumn, he is dressed as if in the cold winter and when the snow is falling.

Delicate and sickly, this is the first impression he makes.

If it's a girl, I will definitely feel sorry for me, which makes people reluctant.

Even though it is a man, it also makes many girls in Dechun Building feel distressed.

But they forgot that this man was a master of a thousand gold, and sprinkling a thousand gold was like splashing water, where was he worthy of the pity of the girls who sold their arts. Maybe he is still a demon who kills people without blinking, and when he kills people and drinks blood, he has never pity others.

Most people in the world are like this, and one side can sketch out the perfect story of others in their own hearts in their minds.

The shopkeeper Fan was no exception, and asked in a low voice: "Are you sure that this is the blood wolf who kills people without blinking, will you find a mistake?"

"Master Xu, we finally met, from the broken temple to the village. He smiled, a blush on his pale face.

"My name is Wang Xiaoming, a very ordinary name, and an ordinary person. His self-introduction was honest and concise.

Xu Changan tilted his head and glanced at him, smiling interestingly. Suddenly changed hands with one hand, and Wang Xiaoming inadvertently volleyed a palm.

It seemed that nothing had happened, Wang Xiaoming was still standing on the opposite side six or seven meters apart, with a shy smile on his face, and the hunchbacked old man's face was full of anger that could not be hidden.

Suddenly, the window behind Wang Xiaoming cracked with a "click", and a touch of red flowed from the corner of Wang Xiaoming's mouth.

He took the Jinpa handed over by Xiao Tao and wiped the corners of his mouth seriously and elegantly.

"When we first met, I didn't expect Xu Gongzi to give such a big gift. ”

Everyone in the building looked at Xu Changan with a little more unkindness, but they were full of love for Wang Xiaoming.

Xu Changan's face did not fluctuate, and he didn't seem to care.

"Come and don't be rude, I also received your gift earlier. ”

Wang Xiaoming was stunned for a moment, remembered something, and immediately laughed, his laughter seemed a little demonic, and he immediately transformed from a frail and sickly noble son into a demonic and perverted evil man.

"You're talking about the big bald man, whose blood stinks and isn't pure. ”

Both the guests and the girls began to understand this conversation, but Fan Jiuxian could understand it, and Wang Xiaoming replied like this, which had indirectly admitted his identity.

Her eyes were full of solemnity, and she waved her hand, and the old bustard and the girls were like well-trained soldiers, pulling the guests back into the room quickly.

He glanced at Wang Xiaoming, who was smiling, and then at the sluggish Zhao Ergongzi.

"Don't go back yet! The most important thing for the Zhao family in Ling'an Mansion is Brother Gongzi. When Zhao Zhouyan heard this, he immediately came back to his senses.

He now knows that this Xu Changan and Fang Xiaoyu are here for this Wang Xiaoming today, and with Xu Chang'an's hand just now, it is enough to prove that this Xu Changan is not simple.

He is not simple, but what about his opponents?

He wasn't stupid, he knew that the martial arts of these two people should be approaching the realm of the legendary cultivators.

It's ridiculous that he always thought that this was his home field, and tonight's protagonist was himself. Sadly, in front of these people, no matter how he jumps, he is still a flea, and others don't take him seriously at all, but he performs on his own. He trembled all over his body, and cold sweat broke out on his head, this kind of character, he still wanted to be included in the harem. He suddenly remembered the first sentence of Fang Cheng's shouting, "Sir", and his heart became even more bitter.

Except for the gentleman who taught you to read, there is only one place where there is a gentleman, and that place is called Confucius Temple.

The higher a person stands, the more sensitive they tend to be, and the more painful they fall.

Fang Cheng walked over, and Fang Cheng, who was usually at odds with him, helped him and led him into the No. A Tianzi room behind Xu Changan.

Wang Xiaoming watched the crowd disperse and did not move, Xiao Tao lowered her head and stood respectfully by the door.

"Xu Gongzi, I have a knife, I want to ask Xu Gongzi to take a look!" he said lightly, but his eyes flashed with fever.

He slowly pulled out a purple knife from his robe, the blade was sharp and glowed with a faint light.

Xu Changan is not a mallet, he has seen those grandmasters who casually open mountains and crack rocks, and he never thinks that he is very powerful, on the contrary, he lives very carefully.

The sword cloth was scattered, and the fiery red sword was revealed.

Wang Xiaoming jumped down and landed lightly on the first floor, his eyes full of solemnity.

Xu Changan also jumped down, holding a giant sword.

The way to attack is to be fast.

Wang Xiaoming took the lead, he was very fast, almost to the point that there was only a purple figure in the field, so fast that there was only the sound of tinkling dong iron intersecting.

Xu Changan's moves and styles seemed lazy and slow, but he was able to absorb every attack of Wang Xiaoming on the big sword.

Wang Xiaoming's attack was like a storm, and Xu Changan's attack was like an old man chopping wood.

Fan Jiuxian's eyes when he looked at Xu Chang'an appeared a flash of brilliance, although Wang Xiaoming's offensive was fierce, but Xu Chang'an was not slow, he only blocked and did not attack, and he was at ease.

She became more and more curious about Xu Changan, but even the forces behind her didn't know who Xu Changan was apprenticed to and where she was learning, as if this young man appeared on the land of Tongzhou out of thin air.

The knife in Wang Xiaoming's hand stopped, and the blood rolled down from the sword, and with a "tick" sound, it rolled to the ground.

Everyone looked at the scene in shock, they looked at Xu Changan, then at Wang Xiaoming, and then at the blood-stained knife in his hand. His eyes moved up and he saw Wang Xiaoming's bloody tiger's mouth.

"What are you practicing?" he looked unusually calm, but his slightly trembling hands showed his uneasiness.

If it is a normal duel, after winning, the winner will inevitably say his own moves, so that the loser is convinced, and it also seems to have a master's demeanor.

But Xu Changan didn't think he was a master, and he didn't need grace, so he pretended to smile mysteriously, revealing his white teeth: "I won't tell you." ”

Wang Xiaoming was stunned, but he held the knife in both hands and smiled: "Admire, admire." ”

"The mountain is high and the water is long, let's learn again in the future. ”

When Xu Changan heard this, he was willing to let him go, and immediately stood with his sword in his hand, and with a swing of the sword, a huge sword qi emanated from the fiery red sword, like a tide surging, wave after wave.

"Lang Cangjue!" Xu Changan shouted in a low voice. This is the most basic sword technique in Shushan.

The rockery on the first floor fell in response, and the dust was all over the sky, and everyone covered their eyes and kept waving away the dust.

The dust cleared, and the ground was full of rubble.

Xu Changan stood with his hands in his hands, the wind blew the corners of his clothes slightly, even if he was wearing a miscellaneous uniform, he looked extraordinary at this moment.

Wang Xiaoming stood opposite Xu Changan, clutching his chest, with a hint of flushing on his pale face, and he didn't look serious.

"Gash!" he bent down suddenly, blood staining his shirt red.

He glanced at the hunchbacked old man, shouted "go" in his mouth, and the wind was blowing under his feet, and he swept out.

The bustle of the brothel starts in the evening, and so does Dechun Building.

Xu Changan hurriedly chased out, the lights were bright and the crowds were crowded, it was a good time for the night market to be lively, where was there still Wang Xiaoming.

Xiao Bai jumped out of Fan Jiuxian's crisp chest and jumped in front of Xu Changan.

Walking through the crowd, Xu Changan followed Xiaobai to the outskirts of the city.

The brick-red wall looked a little scarlet in the dark night, and the icy river water flowed under the moat, Xu Changan looked into the distance, and hesitated.

However, under Xiaobai's urging, he followed again, Xiaobai should be warn of the danger, right?

A young man in a green shirt walked forward in the dark, and a green light loomed in front of him.

The sound of leaves and dead branches being trampled beneath his feet was the only sound in the empty night.

A gust of wind blows, and the leaves fall, adding to the excitement of the night.

At the front of the ruined temple sat a dark figure, only half of the plaque hung on the door, but the three words could still be recognized.

"Do you all sentient beings really want to defend him?"

The black shadow with crossed legs and folded hands said leisurely: "The donor's words are serious, but my personal behavior has nothing to do with our temple. The love of the deceased has to be returned. ”

"Then I'm here, do you count as stopping me?"

The old monk was stunned for a moment and nodded.

"Then you have returned the favor, if other people come, can you still stop it?"

The old monk shook his head.

"Then let's go to Dechun Building for a drink?"

The old monk shook his head.

"Okay, let's go have tea. The old monk did not speak, but stood up and walked towards the young man.

......

Chai Xintong took a sip of tea, and the teacup opposite was hot, but the seat was empty.

"Brother Xu, I've cleared the obstacle for you, don't let me down!"