In the afternoon, the sun turned west, shining on the guise of Taibai Juqing cloth, and the temperature was no longer so hot, but the sun was still very dazzling, shaking people almost unable to open their eyes.

The proprietress was dressed in a pale crepe purple robe, with a bewitching wide neckline, lying on the counter, her fair right hand lining her cheeks, and the wide cuffs piled up on the table, revealing her moist and slender forearms. She was bored and knocked on the melon seeds, and her eyes were intentionally or unintentionally aimed at the lively market outside the door.

The clean stone road was stepped on by the people of the town smoothly and neatly, the chaotic but charming sound spread all over the streets and alleys, the lion holding stone drum in front of the door stood quietly, on this antique Xuanhua Street, three white-clothed people with cold faces like ice, straight to Taibaiju.

The corners of the proprietress hooked, the glow in her eyes flashed, and she felt very comfortable in her heart, holding the melon seeds on the plate, and sending them to the big white teeth in her red lips, skillfully knocking them open.

"Yo, Yang Gongzi is back, I don't know if you brought the words for the slave family?"

Yang Jingyu's face was expressionless, his right hand holding a peach fan was lightly covered on his chest, and he walked to the counter and looked at the proprietress lightly.

The leisurely and lazy proprietress in front of her, with charming eyes like silk, glanced at the autumn waves and willow smoke, and opened her flaming red lips at Yang Jingyu. Seeing that Yang Jingyu was close at hand, he gently stretched out his hand, swept a burst of fragrant wind, and touched his face.

"I've committed suicide!"

Yang Jingyu's eyebrows were sharp, he grabbed the white and tender wrist of the proprietress, pinched it tightly, and said coldly: "Boss, is your hand too long?"

The proprietress looked stunned, obviously she didn't expect that Yang Jingyu would not avoid grabbing her hand, and said in a coquettish voice: "You hurt the slave family, and you don't know how to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade at all!"

"With this little effort, I'm afraid it's not enough for you to tickle, right?"

Yang Jingyu let go of the proprietress hand, turned his head and sat at the table, his face was full of condensed coldness, and gradually rolled up in the quiet inn, cushioned with a layer of cold.

The proprietress withdrew her reddened wrist and rubbed her dissatisfied, but she was a little strange in her heart why Yang Jingyu suddenly became so irritable. But when I thought about it, I couldn't help but hook the corners of my mouth, and my brilliant face was like a red rose.

Yes, the dust is dead, Yang Jingyu's only clue has been broken, so it's strange if he doesn't get angry.

The proprietress paced small steps, gently waved her sleeve robe, walked over like this, sat down next to Yang Jingyu, put a thick smile on her face, and said puzzledly: "That little white face is the host of a temple, why did he suddenly commit suicide?"

Yang Jingyu glanced at the proprietress coldly, and said meaningfully: "You should ask yourself about this!"

The proprietress smiled, rolled up the elegant teapot with her cuffs and poured tea, watched the pale golden tea pour into the cup, and said casually: "Young Master Yang is really good at joking, if the slave family knows why, they will ask you what you are doing!"

The proprietress handed the full teacup to Yang Jingyu, but found that he was staring at herself, her face couldn't help but blush, her willow eyebrows bent, and she said with some shame: "Isn't the slave family looking good today?"

Yang Jingyu pushed away the teacup with his hand, and said in a deep voice: "Granny Zhang still has something to say to me last night, I don't want to hang myself today, Master Duchen is the only clue I can find out the main messenger behind this moon charm, who admits that he also committed suicide, do you think all this is a coincidence or someone did it on purpose? I think there is a terrible person next to me who is watching my every move, and even knows everything about what I am going to do next!"

While speaking, Yang Jingyu also moved his gaze to the face of the proprietress.

"Are you suspicious of the slave family?"

The proprietress was startled by Yang Jingyu's words, and the teacup fell, splashing all over the ground. I saw her stand up all of a sudden, and explained with a pale face: "The slave family is just a weak woman, how can she do such a hurtful thing!"

"You don't have to explain anymore. Du Shi Niang, do you think that by killing Granny Zhang and Master Duchen, you can sit back and relax? That's right, your plan is indeed seamless, and even I was almost kept in the dark...... It's a pity that you are too anxious to put Granny Zhang to death, if you are not wrong, she should have seen you change into black clothes and quietly go out that night, in order to prevent her from telling her about it, after I rested, secretly went to the firewood room to kill her, and then disguised himself as a hanged suicide to confuse me, right?"

The proprietress froze, her delicate face was discolored, and she shook her head vigorously and said, "Childe, Mrs. Zhang is clearly committing suicide, you can't slander a good person." ”

"Of course, I'll convince you. Granny Zhang's Baihui acupoint was slightly swollen, and her tongue shrank back, this death was not caused by hanging herself, do you think that the wound is hidden in the hair, so I can't see it? And although Duchen died of suicide, you never thought that the wooden block and soil he held in his hand before dying was a pictogram of the word 'Du', everything pointed to you, Du Shi Niang! Although I don't know who you are, but you are the real messenger behind the murderous moon charm in Gusu Town for more than a hundred years, I must not let you continue to make trouble!"

Yang Jingyu's eyes were sharp, and when he just said this, his body had already stepped forward, a gust of wind raised his long hair, and the peach fan in his hand emitted a sharp white light with a "bang", hitting the pale boss lady.

The proprietress has deep eyebrows. She did a lot of calculations, but she didn't expect Yang Jingyu to be so smart, and she didn't expect that the real purpose of the piece of wood left behind by the dust would reveal her identity.

Now that her identity has been revealed, she simply took off her disguise and a smile bloomed on her face again. Facing Yang Jingyu who jumped up, her smart eyes turned, and she just raised her hand lightly and swept her sleeves. A soft force erupted from her, colliding with the peach fan that Yang Jingyu greeted, and a powerful wave of light set off between the two in an instant. The empty Taibaiju Inn, for a while, the tables and chairs flew sideways, and Qishuang Qilu's face changed wildly, although they were far away, but the aftermath of the battle between the two still touched them.

The second girl hurriedly raised her sword to resist, slammed her body into the window, and fell the street, spurting blood from her mouth, as if she was injured by the aftermath. They supported each other to stand up, staring at the figures of the two constant confrontations in the Taibaiju Inn, their faces full of worry. They know very well that even if it is a small aftermath, the two of them can almost not bear it, and can Yang Jingyu, who is in it, beat Du Shi Niang?

The sudden sound of the fight attracted countless pedestrians, who raised their heads, craned their necks, and looked curiously.

The sun gradually sank along its orbit to the west, and the sky appeared like flame-like burning clouds, clusters of clusters, shining golden under the reflection of the sun. They seemed to grow smaller, the edges of the periphery fading in color, the remaining middle part getting redder, and finally becoming as red as blood, and dead in the gray sky.

The setting sun left a string of afterglow, sinking under the mountain, shining on the pedestrians watching in front of the door, and without warning, a silver needle swept out of the inside of Taibaiju.

"Whoa!"

The closest group of people all fell to the ground, dead and wounded, and the screams were endless, breaking the fierce fighting sound in the Taibaiju Inn.

Du Siniang stepped on the ground, her body as light as a swallow flew towards the dome of Taibaiju, and with one hand, she exhaled a breath of true qi, and the dome suddenly broke a hole. She smiled at Yang Jingyu, got out of the hole alone, landed on the cornice on the left, and looked down at the pedestrians on the street, with a smile like a mandala blooming on her face.

"Du Shi Niang, you are killing innocents indiscriminately!"

Yang Jingyu followed closely and landed on the cornice on the right, the loose hair on his back looked a little messy, and there were a few more shoe prints on his white clothes. He glanced at the dozen or so dead people on the ground, his eyes gradually reddening, and his face was full of unbearable expression.

The smile on Du Siniang's face remained unchanged, and she glanced at the setting sun, and saw the red glow reflecting the sky, and a row of birds looking for the signal of the mountains and forests where they lived, emptying and sweeping. couldn't help but open his mouth and take a long breath, and squeezed a wink at Yang Jingyu before he said softly: "These people are just too bold to dare to blatantly watch here and disturb the interest of the slave family." If I don't kill them all, I've already given Yang Gongzi enough face, aren't you moved?"

"Hmph, Hugh is flamboyant! Who the hell are you doing, and why are you doing this?"

Yang Jingyu held the fan slightly, although he was kicked out of a few shoe prints by Du Shi Niang, he was not injured.

Du Siniang stood on the cornice, slowly pulling up the robe that shrugged down her shoulders, and her whole body was as deep and strong as the endless sea. The wind ruffled her long hair, and as night fell, the shadows outlined her bewitching face and seductive back. She stared at Yang Jingyu's handsome and handsome face calmly, her seductive eyes were full of autumn waves, with a little gentleness, a little strength, and she giggled: "The slave family, the slave family is one of the star and moon messengers who shocked the Kyushu continent a hundred years ago!"

Yang Jingyu was taken aback: "Who is the Star and Moon Envoy who died under the master of the Nine Gates?"

The corners of Zhuyue's mouth lifted lightly, and she smiled coquettishly: "Young Master Yang, you are so smart, you must know that it is a substitute ghost of the slave family." ”

Yang Jingyu asked again: "If I guessed correctly, the demon sniper suppressed under the Gusu Temple is chasing stars, right?"

"That's right, she is a traitor to the Ten Thousand Demon Sect, and it was the Holy Maiden who personally drank the blood of the sniper for her, making her an ancient demon who is neither human nor ghost!"

Yang Jingyu let out a slow breath and said, "The Ten Thousand Demon Sect has gone to great lengths to come up with this matter, and it is absolutely impossible to punish a traitor. What kind of conspiracy is your Ten Thousand Demon Sect brewing?"

Zhuyue's face sank, she shook her head slowly, and said helplessly: "Forgive me for not being able to tell you, the Ten Thousand Demon Sect suddenly disappeared from the Kyushu Continent eighteen years ago, and even I don't know where they went. However, the slave family is now a free body, and is not subject to the constraints of the church. Yang Gongzi, you are young and promising, profound, talented and beautiful, and the slave family likes you very much, so they have told you so much. You are not my opponent, it is better to stay by my side and be a pair of mandarin ducks that everyone envies!"

Only then did Yang Jingyu understand why he would explain so much to him every month, Feng Mei suddenly twisted, and said bluntly: "Contemptible Yang Jingyu, don't be with the wicked, you have killed too many people in Gusu Town, me and you, can only be enemies!"

"You are really stubborn, what is wrong with me month by month, except that the saint is too beautiful, I can't compare, the woman of the world, who I can't compare!"

Zhuyue gently raised her hand, just under her neck, and tore off the human skin with hair, revealing an even more stunning face. I saw her shake her head slightly, and her long moist hair spread out, shining with the luster of waves under the stars. The skin is better than snow, the eyes are like a pool of clear water, and when looking forward to it, it has an elegant and elegant temperament, which makes people take pictures. Emei is slender, and the nose is like a flower. Without makeup, it can accommodate thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, the cherry lips are raised, the rivers and mountains are more delicate and peerless, and the cold arrogance is smart and with a bit of seduction, which makes people can't help but be haunted by dreams.

Sure enough, she is a beauty who captivates the country and the city, no wonder she dares to say that there is no one in the world to compare with each month!

Even though the beauty is picturesque, Yang Jingyu's eyes were stunned, and at this moment, what appeared in his mind was the playful little fairy who had a glimpse of the Yaochi Holy Land.

Where is she at the moment?

Yang Jingyu looked at the positive face of the moon and couldn't help but be stunned.

Month by month, she was happy, sure enough, all men in the world were the same, but in this way, would it disappoint her a little?

"How's it going, how did you think about it?"

The cold voice pulled Yang Jingyu, who was immersed in memories, back to reality, he let out a sigh of relief, looked up at the moon again, then bowed down, and said firmly: "Don't think about it, although you are beautiful, but contemptible people will not be half charmed by you." Contemptible people will not pity the fragrance and cherish the jade, please use your strongest tricks!"

Before the words were finished, Yang Jingyu opened his hands, his body shot out like an arrow from the string, and the peach wood fan in his right hand suddenly turned into a bright silver-white under the moonlight, and the head of the fan was overbearing, with a majestic aura, protecting Yang Jingyu's body. Good guy, it turned out to be a Lingbao fan.

Hearing Yang Jingyu's words month by month, he didn't feel lost in his heart, but he felt very happy, and the corners of his mouth hooked up unnaturally. Just when Yang Jingyu struck at him, she turned her hands into claws and grabbed it with a gust of wind, and the speed was as fast as lightning.

Yang Jingyu's move was easily resolved month by month, and as a corner of his clothes fell from his chest, Yang Jingyu looked down, and cold sweat overflowed his forehead in an instant. Moon-to-moon's hand almost grabbed his chest. It's so fast, he can't match the speed of month by month!

"You're really different, but what is the difference between doing this and a moth to a fire!"

Month by month stopped moving, her voice was extremely indifferent, but there was a hint of excited trembling in it, and Yang Jingyu's approach made her more and more interested. Such a man is attractive enough, many times more handsome than the cloth bag and the dust, the key is that she likes his temperament.

Yang Jingyu's face sank like water, and his tall figure stood on the ridge of the roof, unfazed. In this encounter, he fell behind, and his strength was stronger than he imagined. But for now, he must, or can only do this: defeat Moon, and kill the star chaser who has not completely turned into a sniper. Otherwise, the Kyushu Continent will definitely fall into dire straits because of this demon.

If you don't succeed, you will become a benevolent, and if you die, you will die!

He took a deep breath, adjusted his condition, and went to kill the moon again. In just a quarter of an hour, the two of them made hundreds of moves on the eaves of Taibai's house. The month-by-month moves are ruthless, a pair of hands with a vast ghostly light, solid as a rock, up and down cutting, calm and unhurried, although Yang Jingyu is holding a spiritual treasure, but the speed is really unable to keep up with the month-by-month, a few cuts have been broken on his body, and blood stains his clothes red.

The Qishuang Qilu below was worried, if Yang Jingyu continued to consume it like this, it was very likely that he would be killed month by month. The two girls glanced at each other, and their bright eyes were full of determination to see death as if they were at home, they couldn't let Yang Jingyu die.

"Ahh

Before the two little girls drew their swords and flew up, a down-and-out scholar with a cane squeezed in from between the two, raised his head to look at the two people who were constantly fighting on the roof, and shook his head and said, "Two girls, we have met, Yinzi, remember me!"

The down-and-out scholar took out a silver ingot from his arms, which was the silver that Yang Jingyu gave him in the afternoon.

Qishuang Qilu could not listen to the words of the down-and-out scholar at this moment, and as soon as she pushed the down-and-out scholar away, she was about to fly with luck, but who knew that the down-and-out scholar who was pushed away grabbed their shoulders with both hands and pressed them down gently, making them unable to move for a minute.

"There is no difference between you going up and sending you to death!"

The down-and-out scholar's apricot-like eyes shone with wisdom, and he looked at Qishuang Qilu left and right very kindly, and said softly: "It can be seen that Du Shi Niang doesn't want to kill your son-in-law, otherwise, he would have died a long time ago!"

He raised his head, his deep gaze swept to the cuffs of the moon, and said confidently: "Within five moves, your son-in-law will be defeated, Du Siniang is moody, maybe your son-in-law will die, but I can't save him!"

A bright moon hung in the sky, and the sky was gradually shrouded in brown night, and the night had come. On the roof of the Taibaiju Inn, the two figures that were constantly clashing suddenly separated. Yang Jingyu was panting, the unfolded peach fan was full of silver light, his hands were sealed, and he saw that the peach wood fan bloomed with a powerful light wave, projected into the eyes of the moon. Zhuyue just smiled slightly, raised her hands unhurriedly, and her bewitching figure seemed to be an independent witch in the world.

Suddenly, a suppressed force rushed from the two of them to the heavens and the earth. The Taibaiju Inn at his feet couldn't bear the huge force and collapsed. A puff of smoke and dust rolled out of the streets, drowning out the pedestrians who were scrambling to dodge, and then the smoke and dust flew up the air, about to cover the two figures who had struck a powerful blow in midair.

Qishuang Qilu's eyes were red, and they couldn't help but tremble, they wanted to pounce and save Yang Jingyu, but their bodies were imprisoned by the life and death of the downtrodden book, and they couldn't move. They could only open their eyes wide in the smoke and dust, carefully looking for the two separate figures, but suddenly saw the stunning woman raise her right hand and shoot a silver needle from the sleeve robe, hitting the chest of Yang Jingyu, who was seriously injured and falling.

Immediately, the dust in the sky completely covered the two of them, as if the sky was covered by clouds and mist.

"Come with me!"

The down-and-out scholar grabbed the frost dew that burst out of his eyes, and walked towards an alley.