Wu Shijiu looked up and saw an old man in a tiger skin, burly, walking down the stairs and coming to everyone. This man's hair and beard are half white, his head is dangling with pigtails, and his expression is arrogant: "What kind of psychic bird man are you? Some people say that you passed through the spiritual gate and did not die, and came from more than 900 years later?"

Wu Shijiu didn't answer, just looked at Yuwen Jiugu and said, "Mr. Yuwen, where are the two girls now?"

"Hey, you little ghost, did you hear what this king asked you?" The old man saw that Wu Shijiu ignored his words, and couldn't help but widen his eyes angrily, and he was about to do it.

Yuwen Jiugu said: "This is Pan Luozhi, the king of Wuwei County of the Six Valleys of Tubo, boy, what did he ask you?"

Pan Luozhi, the leader of the Six Grains Department of Tubo, had a very good personal relationship with Song Zhenzong, and now Zhenzong has passed away, and the Empress Dowager Liu is in power. The relationship between the Great Song Dynasty and the Six Grains of Tibet was even closer. After this tribute, Pan Luozhi came to Yingtianfu on a whim to play, and somehow got acquainted with Yuwen Jiugu and others.

Wu Shijiu didn't care about this, a pair of eyes just stared at Yuwen Jiugu: "I just want to ask where the two girls are now?" You can choose to tell me or choose not to tell me." Tell me it's best, and I'll find it myself. ”

Seeing that the young man didn't take himself seriously at all, Pan Luozhi was furious, pulled out a long and wide scimitar, and slashed at Wu Shijiu. There are people coming and going in this restaurant, and he doesn't care about the crowds, and he raises his hand to kill people.

Fan Zhongyan on the side shouted: "Stop!"

Pan Luozhi was stunned for a moment, but seeing that this scholar was righteous and awe-inspiring, he was not angry and arrogant, and the knife was not cut down.

"Even if he is the king of Wuwei County, in my land of the Great Song Dynasty, he should follow the laws of the Great Song Dynasty. The Son of Heaven broke the law, and he was still guilty of the same crime as the people, not to mention the foreigners of Fanbang. Besides, around this wharf, the officials of the Heavenly Mansion should be on duty day and night, and the county king is committing murder in the downtown area, so how can the government sit idly by? Even if the Queen Mother is here today, I am afraid that she will not be able to lift a single word!"

was robbed by Fan Zhongyan, Pan Luozhi was speechless for a while, and he didn't know what to say. Seeing that the people around him looked at this side, although he was not afraid of the government, but after all, he still wanted an old face, and said to Yuwen Jiugu: "These literati are really troublesome, they are not happy with wine today, there are too many flies and mosquitoes in this broken place, and we will meet again another day." As he spoke, he took a few followers and walked away without looking back.

Yuwen Jiugu wanted to comfort a few words, but because Fan Zhongyan was here, he wanted to catch up when he saw Pan Luozhi leaving the restaurant. Unexpectedly, the figure in front of him flashed, and Wu Shijiu blocked the way.

"Mr. Yuwen......"

"Get out of the way!"

Yuwen Jiugu raised his hand and punched Wu Shijiu's right shoulder. Wu Shijiu had already taken precautions, holding the round belt with his left hand, grabbing the opposite door with his right hand, Yuwen Jiugu walked sideways and leaned over to dodge, and was just about to fight back, Wu Shijiu changed his grasp to a peck, and went straight to the wind point behind his ear.

Yuwen Jiugu took another step back, who knew that Wu Shijiu's left hand was sinking into his elbow, his forearm was raised, and his thumb and index finger were locked and straight to his throat, these changes were too fast, and then he retreated, it was Fan Zhongyan and the little scholar, seeing that Wu Shijiu was attacking fiercely, he couldn't care about decency at the moment, and grabbed Fan Zhongyan with his backhand and pushed forward.

The subtlety of the innate twelve styles lies in the move to attack, step by step, once the opponent falls into dodge or block, the back moves will come in a steady stream, ring after ring, not allowing the opponent to have a moment of respite.

Fan Zhongyan is just a scholar, he doesn't know martial arts at all, he was pushed by Yuwen Jiugu, he staggered and almost fell, Wu Shijiu gently stabilized him, dodged and pounced on Yuwen Jiugu, and said in his heart: It can be seen from the tricks that as long as this person is beneficial to himself, he will do whatever it takes. Just now, he was flattering and wanted to make friends with contemporary Hongru, and now he is using others as a shield, how can there be such a father in Shuangxi? I also thought, this person claims to be Yu Wenhua and his descendants, Yu Wenhua and is not a good thing, plotting against usurpation, crazy money, when the army was defeated and killed, his two sons were also beheaded by the peasant rebel army, I don't know where the identity of Yuwen Jiugu came from, is it just to deceive the world and steal fame?

He thought in his heart, but his subordinates were not slow at all, one move was as fast as a move, and after more than a dozen rounds, Yuwen Jiugu's pace was scattered, blocking left and right, and he couldn't parry.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew behind his head, and Wu Shijiu only felt that the breath in his chest was stagnant, this power was very familiar, and a person flashed in his mind.

Black Moonlight?

He didn't have time to think about it, a move "Mr. Wuyou", his body was short, and his left elbow hit back at the same time, driving his body to turn to the left. This move "Mr. Uyet" is designed to prevent sneak attacks behind him, and combined with "first-served", it is a powerful killing move, so that the sneak attacker can prevent the upper plate, and it is difficult to prevent the next plate.

Who knew that the person behind him seemed to have an extra pair of hands, and he slapped several palms in a row to block Wu Shijiu's attack.

It is the plague king black moonlight.

This time, Wu Shijiu saw clearly and saw a head exposed in his arms, the man's face was pale, his sparse hair was tied up in the sky, his face was thin and pointy, but his skin was tight, and he looked a little handsome, and his hands were weak and boneless, huddled in the clothes on Hei Yueming's chest.

Wu Shijiu suddenly remembered that Jia Yinzhe said that Hei Yueming "hid a villain", which turned out to be the strange person in his arms. As he was observing, the strange man suddenly spoke, his voice sharp and thin, very harsh: "What's the matter? Why isn't he dead yet? Is it because my palm is not strong enough? Or is this man immortal!"

It's strange to say, Hei Yueming originally had a gloomy face, but when he heard this strange man speak, his face immediately showed a gentle expression: "Zhihua, you have seriously injured him last time, but you met that little monk very difficult, and you have no chance to kill him." ”

The strange man suddenly looked around with a frightened expression: "Little monk, is the little monk here? I don't want to see that little monk!"

Hei Yueming said softly: "The little monk is not here, don't be afraid, there is a senior brother to protect you, and no one can bully you." ”

When the strange man heard this, his face softened slightly: "With Senior Brother here, Yang Zhihua is not afraid of anything." ”

As he spoke, he hugged Hei Yueming's neck tightly and snuggled up to his chest with a satisfied look. Wu Shijiu was surprised and amused, thinking that the relationship between these two was that of senior brothers, this strange person grew up on his senior brother like a dwarf, but it was called "Yang Zhihua", and there was such a strange combination in the world.

Hei Yueming patted the strange man on the shoulder and said, "Zhihua, make up for your regrets today, let's kill him together, okay?"

Yang Zhihua raised his head, looked at Hei Yueming with tenderness in his eyes, and said softly, "Okay." ”

As soon as the words fell, his arm suddenly swelled, and he suddenly stretched out and grabbed Wu Shijiu's throat.

Wu Shijiu was taken aback, although he had suffered a loss once and had been secretly on guard, but he never expected that at least a foot away, the other party's arm suddenly skyrocketed, and it stretched out in front of him in the blink of an eye. Instinctively, he made a move to "ask the sky", his left hand was in gear, he rubbed his body up, and his right hand cut straight into the opponent's chest with one palm.

Before he got close, Hei Yueming's arms also gurgled and exploded, growing several feet and attacking Wu Shijiu. For a while, it became a three-person battle. It's just that the arms of the two Black Moon Master brothers are retractable and flexible, and they are long and short, which makes people unprepared. One didn't pay attention, Wu Shijiu's arm was scratched by Yang Zhihua's long nails, and blood flowed.

After fighting for a while, Wu Shijiu gradually reined in his mind, and the power of the innate twelve styles slowly appeared, under the urging of internal force, the twelve styles were freely swayed and arbitrarily combined, coupled with the help of Bi Fang's fire bag and fire spirit technique, wherever the palm wind went, it was hot so that Hei Yueming and the two did not dare to approach. Yang Zhihua shrank in Hei Yueming's arms, his face gradually showed a frightened expression, and he said vigorously: "Fire, senior brother, fire ......"

Hei Yueming was disturbed by him, and glanced at Fan Zhongyan standing not far away, watching the battle, picking up a tea bowl on the table next to him and throwing it at him. This throw is so powerful, the tea bowl broke through the air, where did Fan Zhongyan have time to dodge, and he was about to smash on the door of his head, this is going to be hit, how can there be life? Wu Shijiu dodged and made a wrong move "Unknown Vision" to catch it with one hand, holding the tea bowl firmly in his hand, and not a drop of water splashed out.

Yang Zhihua shouted: "Okay!" both hands skyrocketed, picked up two chopsticks and threw their hands towards Fan Zhongyan, but they were blocked by Wu Shijiu one by one. Hei Yueming took this opportunity to recruit and force, and for a while Wu Shijiu was in a hurry.

"Mr. Fan, you go quickly, it's dangerous ...... here" Wu Shijiu was fighting against Hei Yueming while preventing Yang Zhihua from sneaking up on Fan Zhongyan at this moment, and the situation took a sharp turn again.

But listening to Yuwen Jiugu smiled: "Mr. Fan is not going anywhere, just here to accompany everyone." ”

Wu Shijiu peeked at it, secretly complained, and sure enough, he saw Yuwen Jiugu with two hands on the shoulders of Fan Zhongyan and the little scholar, looking at him with a smile.

Suddenly, Yang Zhihua put his hand into his arms, and he didn't know what he felt, and with a wave of his hands forward, dozens of black needles burst out. Wu Shijiu's heart is not good, he can dodge and dodge, what should Fan Zhongyan and the little scholar behind him? Although there are moves of the dark weapon in the 12 innate styles, they also need to use the blade, and they are unarmed, what should they do?

After thinking about it, even if they risked their lives, they couldn't let them hurt Mr. Fan. At the moment, holding the circle with both hands and converging the true qi of the whole body into two palms is the last move of the innate twelve styles, "the first in the future". He wanted to use a strong internal force to hedge against the steel needles as thin as hairs, and he was really in danger of surviving, and he fought to the death.

Before this move was issued, there seemed to be a flash in the room, and a folding fan flew over, knocking all those black needles to the ground. I heard a young voice say: "The older Uncle Hei gets, the more he will win with more, and bully the small with the big, and he can't win against the juniors of the rivers and lakes, and all the means of sneak attacks are used." ”

It was the first god of Ying Tianfu who came, Lou Xiaolou.

Yang Zhihua was originally nestled in Hei Yueming's arms, but when he saw Lou Xiaolou, his whole body trembled, his eyes stared at each other, looking left and right, looking up and down, as if he had seen a long-lost old man, he opened his mouth, and choked up after only saying "you ......".

Hei Yueming snorted coldly: "You don't have to worry about the affairs here. ”

Lou Xiaolou said with a smile: "Uncle Hei is fighting with people on the territory of Ying Tianfu, and the younger generation is not talented, but he is the head catcher of Ying Tianfu, and his responsibility is still to be managed." ”

At this time, the diners in the private seat of the restaurant and the lobby on the first floor heard that someone was fighting, and they all poked their heads out to watch, and the surroundings were already full of people, and someone had already gone to report to the official.

Hei Yueming looked around, and saw that an official had blocked the exit, and bowed his head and said, "Zhihua, what do you say?"

Yang Zhihua suddenly burst into tears for some reason, and stared at Lou Xiaolou and said, "You...... Where's your master?"

"Master is busy, this little thing, don't bother his old man. ”

Yang Zhihua lowered his head and said nothing, put his head into the placket of Hei Yueming's clothes, and after a while he showed his head, looked up at Hei Yueming, and said softly: "Senior brother, I don't know what to do." ”

Hei Yueming said: "Let's go." ”

"Wait a minute, brother. ”

Yang Zhihua suddenly jumped out of Hei Yueming's arms and stood on the ground. Only then did everyone see that he was not a dwarf, but just thin and small, like a child who had not developed well. In his heart, a long flexible tube was connected, and the other end was connected to Hei Yueming's heart, and he took a few steps forward, and Hei Yueming had to follow quickly, for fear of breaking the tube.

Yang Zhihua walked a few steps quickly to Lou Xiaolou, stretched out his hand, retracted it again, and whispered, "I...... Can I touch your face?"

Lou Xiaolou was stunned.

Yang Zhihua said: "You can rest assured...... I won't hurt you...... How could I hurt you?" he said, taking a few more steps forward.

Hei Yueming's face was displeased: "Zhihua, what are you doing? Come back quickly!"

"Senior brother, don't blame me, I just want to ...... I just want to touch his face......"

Lou Xiaolou waved his fan and said: "Stay, you take another step forward, Lou Mou is going to offend!"