Yan Qingming's face was instantly ugly, and his heart sank. He didn't expect this group to come so quickly.

This group of people seems to really regard the people of Tsing Yi as old people.

Yan Qingming listened to the sound of horses' hooves from far and near, turned her head sideways and said, "I also hope to do the same thing and walk the same path as Your Excellency." I hope that Your Excellency can focus on the overall situation and temporarily put aside this century-old grudge. ”

The man in Tsing Yi closed his eyes and listened to the sound of horses' hooves on the street of fools. The sound of the horse's hooves rose and fell erratically, a little chaotic, but the man in Tsing Yi seemed to be a little intoxicated by it.

The sound of the lute that was like crying did not intoxicate him, but now the rumbling sound of horses' hooves intoxicated him.

It could have been that he had waited too long, or that the sound of the horse's hooves had taken the rhythm of his plan.

He also wanted to use such a dynamic, such energetic, and such a sound of horses' hooves beating like a war drum to return to his long-lost hometown.

He can take the hat off.

You can hold a golden sword, wear a golden robe, wear a golden crown on your head, and step on golden boots, and return to that strange hometown.

You can come back to the thirteen-fold pagoda, stand in the attacking wind and look at the prosperity for dozens of miles, and pull out the golden sword with your own hands.

You can shout like the wind back then: "I am a wind poem and a sword, and I can kill the heavenly immortals with my hand!"

Let the world see once how the golden sword fell!

He didn't tell Yan Qingming that he had tried to let go. Looking at a prosperous scene in the world, he has nothing to say.

But after putting it down, he picked it up again.

It's just that this world is getting darker and darker. It's just that this world is becoming more and more difficult for people to make a living.

It's just because the son of the Zhao family is not only unambitious and incompetent, but also has become immoral and unreasonable. He didn't want this world, which should have been better than the Han and Tang Dynasties, to be held in the hands of a person who went out of the palace privately and only for prostitution.

He only said: "I'm afraid... I can't put it down—"

Yan Qingming lowered her head slightly and stopped talking.

His mind grew more and more confused as the sound of the horse's hooves approached, and he no longer knew what to say. Besides, what he said just now couldn't convince the people in Tsing Yi, so what was the use of saying one or two more words?

The sound of horses' hooves outside turned into the sound of reins and horses, and the seven people on horseback turned over and dismounted together outside the wine shop, their movements vigorous and powerful.

The seven of them each wore a red cloak, and their bodies were stained with a little rain, and they didn't stop, and strode towards the wine store one after another. The two people in front are obviously younger than the five people behind, their breath is more calm than the five people behind, and their clothes are more gorgeous.

Especially the person who was in front of him, not much older than Yan Qingming, and he carried an innate majesty in his gestures. It's just that the man controls that innate majesty very well, making him look like he only makes people feel bright, not domineering at all.

After being glanced at by the man in Tsing Yi, he dispelled the killing intention of Yan Qingming, and the young man who was only standing silently on the side frowned when he saw the seven horsemen who stopped in front of the wine shop.

He was an outsider and didn't know anything about what the Tsing Yi people were going to do, but he had seen it until now.

The person in Tsing Yi wants to kill him tonight is not Yan Qingming, but the person who is now the first to enter the wine shop.

Who was the first person to enter the wine shop? Yan Qingming and the Tsing Yi people just mentioned the prince was him?

Which prince is he?

Will this prince die here tonight?

The young man pretended not to know anything as if he saw Yan Qingming, greeted him with a smile, and pretended to be surprised: "Seven distinguished guests came to my small non-stop wine shop at such a time to drink?"

The young man who walked into the wine shop first looked at Yan Qingming and his party in turn, and bowed slightly to Yan Qingming as a greeting.

Finally, his eyes fell on the man in Tsing Yi who was sitting behind, and said with a smile: "Yes, this friend asked me to come to your place for a glass of wine." ”

The hidden young shopkeeper also laughed: "The guest officer also knows this guest in Tsing Yi?"

The young man who walked into the wine shop probed the motionless man in Tsing Yi, secretly recalled in his heart, and replied: "I don't remember yet, but this friend said that he is an old friend of mine." ”

The young shopkeeper shook his head with a smile and sighed, "Even the person who invited him didn't know who it was, so he rushed to the appointment with great interest. ”

The young man who walked into the wine shop smiled and said: "Although I have never walked the rivers and lakes, I have heard the words "sinister" many times, but since a friend invited me in the name of the deceased, I also want to know who this friend is. When you're away from home, it's always good to make a few more friends. ”

The young shopkeeper stepped aside with a smile and waved his hand to the man in Tsing Yi: "Please-"

The man in Tsing Yi looked at the young man who walked up without saying a word or moving, and a trace of strange emotions surged inexplicably in his heart.

The emotion made his heart beat faster, but it also made his whole body cold. It was so cold that the soaked Tsing Yi was about to form a layer of ice.

The young people who were invited only felt that Yan Qingming was quite extraordinary at first sight, but they didn't recognize who Yan Qingming was. His focus was still on the people in Tsing Yi, and he wanted to know who he would be regarded as an old man when he left Jingshi soon.

It's not that he is defenseless, it's not that he doesn't know that the rivers and lakes are sinister and needs to be careful everywhere, he just has a kind of heroism of the people in the rivers and lakes, but he thinks that he has no enmity with others, and those accidents in other people's mouths will not happen to him.

He came resolutely. Even if someone below tried hard to persuade him, and the people behind him repeatedly stopped him, he still came.

He took only six people with him. These six people were forcibly brought by the people behind him who protected him, and they were also the limit of what he could bear.

He went to meet his friends at the request of him, how could he go to meet his friends and bring so many people? He didn't go to fight, he wanted to fight to the death with people.

The young man in front didn't recognize Yan Qingming, but the person who followed the young man closely did.

The man was the same age as the young man in front of him, and he carried a sword around his waist like Yan Qingming.

He was different from the young man in front of him, the young man in front of him was like a bright moon, his eyes fell on the man in Tsing Yi, and he was like a star holding the moon, and his eyes fell on Yan Qingming.

When he followed the young man who passed by Yan Qingming in front of him to Yan Qingming, he stopped, tilted his head slightly towards Yan Qingming, and asked in a low voice, "Your Excellency's surname is Yan?"

Yan Qingming's expression was solemn, he didn't answer, only nodded.

The sword-bearer looked at the man in Tsing Yi who was seated: "Then this is..."

Yan Qingming closed her eyes and shook her head slowly.

Is this not knowing, or is it implying something?

The sword-bearer, who was responsible for protecting the lord, was uncertain for a moment, but he seemed to have discovered something...

His eyes suddenly converged, and he silently stepped towards the young man in front. The left hand pressed on the hilt of the sword, intentionally or unintentionally.

The young man in front inquired for the second time at the seated man in Tsing Yi.

He found that the Tsing Yi man's clothes were all wet, and there were traces of water under the stool where he was sitting, and asked, "My friend's clothes are already soaked, why don't you change them?"

The man in Tsing Yi asked coldly, "Why do you want to change it?"

The young man who was born in the emperor's family didn't expect that the man in Tsing Yi, who invited him to come to the endless wine shop, would answer so coldly, and he was choked by this sentence and didn't know how to answer.

It took a while for his face to freeze.

He glanced at the four jars of wine on the table, then at the remaining half bowl of wine drunk in front of the Tsing Yi man, and then stared at the green yarn hanging under the Tsing Yi man's hat.

He wanted to see the face hidden under the green veil and find out the identity of this person, but no matter how he looked at it, it was difficult to see clearly, so he had to dispel this idea and asked with a smile: "Why does my friend wear such a hat and don't even want to take it off when he drinks?"

The man in Tsing Yi picked up half a bowl of wine and sent it to the green yarn to drink it slowly.

His movements, very slow, very slow. slower than any of the previous ones, as if afraid that the young man would not be able to see how he was drinking.

The man in Tsing Yi put down the bowl in his hand, looked at the young man who was about to be killed, and said coldly: "Have you heard the story of the overlord of Western Chu?"

The man in Tsing Yi had no sword aura on his body, nor did he have a murderous aura. Except for the sword-bearer, none of the young people could sense the danger from the Tsing Yi man.

At most, they only think that this Tsing Yi man has a strange temper and is difficult to get along with.

Yan Qingming, who had his back to the man in Tsing Yi, had not moved since the young man entered the wine shop. His heart, which sank to the soles of his feet, was now in his throat.

He knew very well in his heart that if this situation continued, this prince, who was so careless that he could be said to take it lightly, would not even know how to die.

The sword skills of the people in Tsing Yi have long been freewheeling, even after the realm has plummeted.

For the Tsing Yi people, the pinnacle of swordsmanship, which is rare in a hundred years, killing people is only a moment, and there will be no sword energy and murderous aura at all; as long as the Tsing Yi people are willing, everyone in the wine shop will have no life at all.

But why didn't the people in Tsing Yi do it immediately? Was it because Yan Qingming's words had a certain effect, or did the people in Tsing Yi be determined to succeed and not rush to kill the fish that was already in the net?

Yanqing meditation should be the latter.

He's preoccupied, ready to strike at any moment. Even if he knew that he was not the opponent of the Tsing Yi people, he wanted to do his best to protect Ichigo, the prince.

Otherwise, why would he risk his life to come here?

The prince, who couldn't perceive the danger, finally said something slightly nice when he heard the man in Tsing Yi say something slightly nice, and said with a smile: "The story of the overlord of Western Chu, who doesn't know who doesn't know?"

The eyes of the man in Tsing Yi under the green gauze were as cold as ice: "Do you know why he refuses to cross Jiangdong?"

The prince also felt cold when he saw that pair of eyes, and his eyes paused inexplicably with the words of the man in Tsing Yi, and his extremely relieved smile became reluctant: "Of course, I feel shameless to see Jiangdong's father." ”

The man in Tsing Yi sneered: "I also feel shameless to face the world, so I wear such a hat." ”

Without waiting for the prince to react, the sword-bearer standing behind the prince suddenly protected the prince behind him, and asked in a deep voice: "Who is Your Excellency!"

The man in Tsing Yi closed his eyes and said: "The end of the world has fallen into people." ”