Chen Mingye looked at the crowd around him, and smiled faintly: "You lost half of your high-end combat power by besieging Uncle Jiang, and the battle of Anshun broke its wings, and now the patriarchs of all the clans have lost their memories and do nothing, the six clans in Southern Xinjiang have no leader, and the dignified Six Clans Alliance does not even have a Martial Arts Nine Rank keeper in the station, which is really a pity." ”

"What the hell do you want to say?" The leading old man's gaze swept over the white wood smoke in the field, and finally gathered on Chen Mingye's body.

"If I have a way to cure the inexplicable illness of the patriarchs, how are you willing to repay them?" Chen Mingye said with a smile, his eyes deep.

The leading old man looked at him in a daze for a while, and then slowly spoke: "If you really have this ability, our six clans will not be responsible for today's affairs, and we will regard you as the great benefactor of the six clans, and we will be grateful." ”

"Isn't the past to blame?" Chen Mingye shook his head and smiled, "I really want to see how you can blame." ”

The leading old man frowned: "Are you playing with me again?"

"That's it," Chen Mingye's gaze swept over him and landed on the white wood Yanluo on the side, "I'll give you three days to bring those old guys in your clan over, and after three days, if she is fine, then all six of your clans will be safe." ”

"What the hell do you mean?" asked the leading old man, still frowning.

"There are some things that I won't accompany. Chen Mingye put the sword back into its sheath, turned around and waved his hand casually, "You don't have to send it." ”

The cadres of the six clans looked at each other, but no one made a sound, so they could only let the sloppy young man gradually walk away.

Chen Mingye walked freely, making sure that no one was following him, and it was not until he broke away from the Six Clans that he dared to pour out the depressed breath held in his chest, and at the same time, a mouthful of red blood was also spit out of his mouth.

"It's still too reluctant. Chen Mingye smiled bitterly, and gradually suppressed the sword qi in his body that had not dared to rein in. And what he didn't know was that with the convergence of the sword qi in his body, the little evil intent in his eyes gradually dissipated.

Within the six clans, he seems to have the chance to win, and he is not afraid of everything, but in fact, he is not dancing with a sword, and he is on the line of life and death.

According to the particularity of the personal aura left, as long as the qi of the sensitor is strong enough, he can make certain actions with the spiritual breath within his sensing range.

Although the body has not yet arrived, the sword acts according to its will, and most of it is already the cultivation of the peak of the heavenly and human realm.

Could it be that the cheap master of his own family? Chen Mingye's eyes flashed with a trace of inexplicable emotion, and then he took a long breath and began to slowly breathe the serious injuries in his body.

In the end, it was saved by the flying sword, but before he fought hard to make up the six clans, he could rely on the profound Xuan Court that was still alive in his body and the unfathomable sword qi. Rao is like this, and he is also seriously injured, and he can only walk out of the camp of the six clans all the way by hanging with a breath of Xuanting Qi. Otherwise, I'm afraid that he wouldn't have to do it again without the Six Clans, and he himself would have run out of oil and fallen to the ground.

Chen Mingye breathed silently, and when he opened his eyes again, the sky was already dark, the moon and stars were scarce, and the four fields were lonely.

He saw the direction clearly, and with a little footsteps, he sped towards Anshun City.

Anshun City is still prosperous at night.

When Chen Mingye entered the city after the examination, the lights of thousands of homes gradually turned on, evoking the vitality of the whole city at night. The thriving night market is in full swing, and the sound of shouts and piano music mingles with melody over the city.

Before I knew it, I was sitting down at a teahouse where I had wandered that night. Chen Mingye had changed into a black robe at this moment, which was not conspicuous in the crowd, which was also a helpless thing, Qing Xuan's white robe was full of bloodstains, and naturally he could not wear it anymore.

As soon as Chen Mingye sat down, the shopkeeper trotted over all the way, greeted him with a smile, and asked him, "This son, what do you drink?"

"It's good to have a sharp eyebrow. Chen Mingye replied.

"Okay, Childe, wait a minute. Xiao Er responded,

Chen Ming's night sweep of the museum, it is still a lively scene, and the scene of entering the museum with Cai Linger to listen to the book last time seems to be still in front of him.

Coincidentally, on the stage this time, it seems that it is still the old Mr. Huang that day.

Mr. Huang seemed to have talked about the place of rise, his hands propped up the case, his eyes were round, and he said loudly: "That Han general Gongsun Yan is a rare martial arts master in the world, one person can defeat thousands of troops, it is rumored that when the Han army went to the Western Regions to quell the chaos, Gongsun Yan was the vanguard alone, climbed the city wall and opened the city gate, and the army under his command went down to seven cities in a row, and none of them were defeated. ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone was shocked.

The teahouse was full of people and hustle and bustle for a while.

"The surname Huang, pure, how can anyone be a pioneer!"

"That's it, you're too exaggerated, the general of the Han Dynasty is really so powerful, how can Haoming win the world!"

"Ladies and gentlemen, let's listen to the book and have a lot of fun, and we don't care about what we're doing so much. ”

"Also, everyone wants to have fun, it's not necessary, it's not necessary. ”

......

There was a commotion in the audience, and Mr. Huang was still smiling on the stage, and he didn't seem to care about the abuse off the stage.

"That Gongsun Yantian is a genius," Mr. Huang suddenly slapped the waking wood, which startled everyone, and even the shopkeeper who came to bring tea and water to Chen Mingye was stunned for a moment, and looked at Mr. Huang who had a bearded hair on the stage.

Seeing that he had attracted attention, Mr. Huang opened his mouth and continued: "It's a pity, there is not only one martial arts master in this world. In the thirteen kingdoms of the Western Regions, Wan Kang of the Uighur tribe was a good hand at making swords, and he defended the city and died in battle, but he led out an old devil who had been hiding in the Western Regions. ”

Chen Mingye casually took the teapot in the shop's second-hand and asked, "Is Mr. Huang resident in your teahouse?"

"Hehe, my shopkeeper and Mr. Huang have been old friends for many years," Xiao Er smiled, wiped his face with a sweat towel and said, "I also listened to what my shopkeeper said, saying that when Mr. Huang was young, he was the sacrificial wine of the Central Plains School Palace, and he was very majestic." ”

Chen Mingye glanced at Mr. Huang, who was in high spirits on the stage, and was a little surprised.

This shop Xiao Er is not clear, but he is very clear, Jixia School Palace is a place where all the children of famous families in the Central Plains want to enter, and they have listened to classes there, even if they are the same as the imperial examination, the road to becoming an official in the future is much smoother than that of students who come out of the ordinary school palace.

And if you want to become the sacrificial wine of the Jixia School Palace, it is even more difficult to ascend to the sky. Knowledge, fame, and writings are indispensable, and he is the real literary world of the world.

This Mr. Huang's ordinary appearance, he didn't expect to have such a background, but he was particularly impressed. Chen Mingye also studied back then, but unfortunately his mind was not on books, and his natural income was limited, and now he met a literary world hidden here, and he couldn't help but be curious.

"Xiao Er, what kind of person is the shopkeeper of your family, who can become close friends with the gentleman of Jixia School Palace, and can also make him willing to nest here to tell stories?" Chen Mingye suddenly remembered something and asked.

"Speaking of my shopkeeper," Xiao Er patted his chest, with a proud face, and was about to speak, but was interrupted by a faint voice.

"I said fish, the skin is itchy, dare to be lazy under my nose. ”

Chen Mingye followed the sound and looked, but it was matched with a pair of deep eyes that were not waves.

Xiao Er's eyelids jumped, and he immediately turned around and said with a smile: "Look at what you said, the shopkeeper, Yu'er didn't answer this guest officer's question." ”

"You go and get busy, I'll just talk about this guest officer's problem. The man walked over slowly and sat down opposite Chen Mingye, "Little brother, don't you mind if I sit here?"

"This is your shop, what do I have to mind about. Chen Mingye smiled, reached out and poured himself a cup of tea, and casually poured a cup for the man opposite.

"That's fine," said the man, taking a sip from his glass, "and the little brother doesn't know me." ”

"How could you not recognize it. Chen Mingye smiled and said, "Although I have not been lucky enough to enter the Jixia School Palace, I know about the fame." There has been no sacrificial wine surnamed Huang in recent years, but there is indeed one sacrificial wine with Huang, and this sacrificial wine has a close friend, which is famous all over the world. ”

Chen Mingye said, looking at the man sitting opposite him with a strange look: "I'm strange, with the talents of the two of you, how can you nest in such a remote place as southern Xinjiang. ”

The man smiled faintly: "If it is really a hero who is born in a young man, it seems that we are old." ”

Chen Mingye shook his head: "The shopkeeper's Miao praised it, and he deserves it." ”