The eyes of the withered monk hidden in the dark of the wine shop were cold, and Zhu Zifeng was already in the bag of the siege and killing situation that was originally exquisitely arranged by both parties, but he broke the two stunned young men who broke into the wine shop.

is like an intertwined mess, and Wang Yuanbao and Tang Xiake are the fast knives that cut through the mess, but this "fast knife" was forced to enter this derivative killing game of power in the court.

Not to mention that this mistake was not to prevent the careful layout of the withered monk from being suddenly broken, and the pressure in Zhu Zifeng's heart was also reduced a lot, although the people in the rivers and lakes could not hurt Zhu Zifeng in the slightest, but the monk of the Middle Fourth Realm who controlled the puppet wanted to kill Zhu Zifeng just by raising his hands.

The puppet turned into by the shopkeeper of the wine shop and Xiao Er brought a gust of filthy yin wind towards Tang Xiake and Wang Yuanbao, and the withered monks of the Middle Four Realms who were hidden behind the scenes had already made up their minds, since they had entered this killing game, it was not a pity to die.

The sound of struggle rang out.

Tang Xiake's thick long knife slashed at the puppet turned into the shopkeeper of the wine shop, but the originally invincible long knife seemed to be slashed on the dark iron, even with the blessing of the qi machine, but Tang Xiake was still shocked to the numbness of his arms.

With a light turn, Tang Xiake dodged the puppet's claws, but the surprise in his heart became thicker and thicker.

Although he is not as good as those old customers in the rivers and lakes, he is also a ranger who has already become a little bit of a ranger, and the puppet turned into a shopkeeper in this wine shop mercilessly shattered all the self-confidence in Tang Xiake's heart.

Wang Yuanbao handed out a punch, this is not a regretful fist, just an extremely ordinary crop style, but after the infusion of martial arts, this rough and simple style suddenly bloomed with a majestic power that does not match!

The little second puppet covered with scale armor directly met the fist handed out by Wang Yuanbao.

The sound of gold and iron colliding suddenly resonates!

Wang Yuanbao stepped back abruptly, the surprise in his heart was no less than Tang Xiake's, the power of the little second puppet covered with this scale armor really surprised him, even if the fist wrapped in Haoran Wuyun was faintly painful.

A hoarse sneer sounded again: "Hehe, there are some means, but this water is not something you can muddy, give up resistance obediently, Dao Ye may be able to keep your whole corpse, hehehehehe......"

The laughter was extremely arrogant, and Zhu Zifeng, who was entangled with the withered puppet, said in a deep voice: "Two righteous men, what this puppet is most afraid of is the silk thread that is cut off and controlled, as long as the cause and effect thread on the puppet's body is cut off......"

Before Zhu Zifeng's words were finished, the withered puppet was entangled again, what Zhu Zifeng said was right, what the withered monks of the Middle Four Realms who were hidden in the shadows of the wine shop were most afraid of was to be cut off from the cause and effect line of the puppet, although the side door technique was huge and treacherous, but as long as the cause and effect line was cut off, everything would be over!

The withered monk of the Middle Fourth Realm shouted coldly: "Yin soldiers!"

I saw that the two puppets that were sluggish and abnormal, hollow, suddenly bloomed with a terrifying and gloomy gaze, a gust of black wind rose around them, and in their claw-like hands, there was actually the shape of a blade composed of black gas!

Tang Xiake and Wang Yuanbao glanced at each other, and their hearts were shocked, which was far beyond their expectations, the red-clothed dry bone fox that Wang Yuanbao killed with his fist of regret did not have the momentum of the puppet who was still alive a moment ago.

The withered monks of the Middle Fourth Realm were obviously really angry, if Wang Yuanbao and Tang Xiake could see the silk threads in this wine shop, they would also be surprised, dozens of black silk threads were actually placed on the limbs of the two.

The yin wind gusted, and the two puppets raised the "butcher knife" condensed by the black qi in their hands, like soldiers charging into battle, rushing towards Wang Yuanbao and Tang Xiake!

The fight in the liquor store has become white-hot.

Outside the wine shop, but there is a dark cloud like the top of the oppressive heaviness, the battle above the court, once the sword and sword shadow are present, there is no room for turning, Fengshui country is now sabre-rattling, as long as there is the slightest change, the prosperous capital of Fengshui country Tongcheng will fall into blood.

The monarch of Fengshui Kingdom, who sits firmly in the Diaoyutai in the palace city, seems to be calm, but he is also experiencing a bloody storm in his heart

are all in the hands of the old military leaders in the court, this is a big taboo, the last monarch of Fengshui Kingdom died at the hands of the old military leaders who controlled the authority, and even he, the monarch, was forcibly pushed to the emperor's throne by these old military leaders in front of his nominal uncle's coffin.

If it weren't for the secret management of Forbearance and Zhu Zifeng, this Fengshui Country would have been a word of the three old military leaders.

The mountain rain is about to come and the wind is full of buildings, and this depression also falls on the hearts of the eunuchs and palace maids in this palace city, once the young man sitting on the throne of the monarch fails, and these close servants are afraid that they will not be able to escape the blade.

The first to wield the butcher's knife, as long as he fails, he will be cut down and eradicated, and the power game above the court is made of blood and bones, and the rules are set by the winner.

The monarch of Fengshui Kingdom silently drank a glass of spirits, and let this firing line of wine fall into his heart, his dragon robe was lined with a piece of chain mail, and the sticky rod was a failure, and after Zhu Zifeng's death, Miyagi would also become a battlefield.

Politics is not about inviting guests to dinner, nor is it about reciting poetry, it is a real bloody game.

Hidden in the market, the sticky pole lang is like a long dragon, and they have gathered from the streets and alleys to the place where the Tongcheng Imperial Forest Army is stationed, and whoever has the military power in his hands is the winner in this game.

The rain fell again.

One after another, the dullness suppressed in the chest did not disappear, and there was a faint smell of rust on the tip of the nose.

Tongcheng, which was silent in the dark clouds and drizzle, finally showed its fangs at this prosperous city.

Jiang Ayuan and Han Shen hid in a pavilion not far from the wine shop, in the streets and alleys of this wine shop, lonely and gloomy, Zhu Zifeng had already ordered the sticky bar lang to withdraw the people in this street and alley, this was his last battlefield.

Born, then under one person.

If you die, you will be killed.

In the wine shop, Wang Yuanbao swung out a punch, and the fist exploded, forcing the puppet holding the black gas butcher knife to retreat, while Tang Xiake was treacherous, not wrestling with the puppet head-on, looking for a gap, seeing the stitches, he actually cut off a layer of scale armor on the puppet's body!

Wang Yuanbao handed out another punch, this is the fist of the regretful Ding fist, punch after punch, like a drizzle of continuous rain, constantly bombarding the chest of the puppet's scales, the fist momentum and martial arts are superimposed, and the black gas rising around the puppet's body gradually disperses under the bombardment of Wang Yuanbao's punch.

And at this moment, the cold light in Zhu Zifeng's eyes suddenly bloomed, and he said lightly: "Do you really think that I, a scholar, can only use the methods of martial arts?!"

The waves on the heart lake of the withered monk in the middle four realms suddenly appeared, he really forgot Zhu Zifeng's identity as a scholar, this faint opening, but the power was steep!

This is the most powerful mantra practiced by the scholars who read the books of the sages and sages, and the highest in Confucianism is the mouth of the gentleman and the sage, and this word is a simplification of the mouth with the constitution.

A pen flashing with clear light appeared above Zhu Zifeng's head, and under the clear light, the causal silk thread hidden in the shadows and the withered monks of the Middle Four Realms no longer had the advantage of hiding in the shadows and controlling everything.

Zhu Zifeng held the Qingguang pen in his hand, waved the pen, and the word "broken" was like a big seal that turned the sky upside down, and suddenly mixed from the dome.

And at this moment, Zhu Zifeng said in a deep voice: "Two righteous people, don't do it yet!"

The "broken" word of the earth-shaking seal seems to have a thousand weights, crushing all the mahogany tables and chairs in this wine shop, the four realms of the withered monks were shocked, Zhu Zifeng's back hand is far beyond his ability to resist, the most difficult thing on the top of the mountain is in addition to the sword cultivation, the most headache for the monk is the scholar.

Scholars do not cultivate the cave to gather aura, nor do they contain martial arts, only raise the chest of the heroic righteousness, often follow the law, than the murder of the unreasonable sword cultivation is more difficult, the sword cultivation of the qi mansion dantian acupoint in the aura will eventually be exhausted, and the scholar in the chest of the heroic righteousness is endless.

The causal silk threads in the wine shop are shattered inch by inch, and those causal silk threads that are invisible to the naked eye are in Haoran's righteousness, and there is no escape, Wang Yuanbao did not hesitate, thinking about his waist

Innocent suddenly came out of the sheath, the sword qi was vertical and horizontal, and on the sword qi snow mountain within the dantian of the qi mansion, the "snowflakes" came down one after another.

The sword qi is fierce, but it is not unadulterated, and the causal silk thread encounters the sword qi of Si Wuxian like frost and snow under the blazing sun, and it suddenly dissipates.

Tang Xiake concocted it in the same way, the top of the mountain and the rivers and lakes actually have something in common, and Tang Xiake, who has been in the rivers and lakes for a long time, naturally has his killer weapon at the bottom of the box.

A touch of cyan quietly rose above the blade, and the quick knife cut through the chaos, cutting off all the causal silk threads, and the eyes of the withered monks in the Middle Four Realms became more and more intense, although they were among the Jindan realm, but after all, they were characters in the Middle Four Realms crossing the sea realm, how could they only be this side-door left way?

In a flash of inspiration, the withered monk of the Middle Fourth Realm was like a thunderbolt, and suddenly went out of the wine shop, and the withered puppet who was originally entangled with Zhu Zifeng but cut off the causal line actually seemed to have spirituality, and escaped from the wine shop with the withered monk of the Middle Fourth Realm and broke into the wind and rain.

And the three people in the wine shop did not chase it very tacitly, this is the rule and shrewd, the poor are not chasing, it is not a good thing to force people into a desperate situation, the siege of the city must be que, and it will not be wrong to leave a line in everything.

And where the spiritual light passed in the wind and rain, the blood flashed, and the sticky rods who blocked the main road of Tongcheng became the target of the withered monks of the Middle Four Realms who were forced away.

All the way to gallop, all the way to the bloody.

Zhu Zifeng put away the Qingguang pen in his hand and sighed, although he won a big victory this time, the price paid was too great.

"Thank you to the two righteous men for their help, if it weren't for the two of them dragging those two puppets, I'm afraid I wouldn't have been able to win so easily. ”

As he spoke, Zhu Zifeng bowed to Wang Yuanbao and Tang Xiake.

Tang Xiake returned the courtesy, this is the etiquette of the Jianghu people, and Wang Yuanbao hesitated for a while, after all, he still learned from Zhu Zifeng and returned the courtesy, Wang Yuanbao still thought that he was a scholar in his heart.

Zhu Zifeng's eyes lit up: "The little brother is a scholar?"

Wang Yuanbao said: "Well, sort of." ”

Leaning on his face to show hesitation, Zhu Zifeng smiled and said: "Little brother wants to study in Zhongnan Academy, if you want, you can recommend it on your behalf, the head of Zhongnan Academy is the teacher below." ”

Before the words fell, Tang Xiake laughed first.

The purpose of Wang Yuanbao's visit was to build the Zhongnan Academy in Kangjing in the Longquan Dynasty, but this young scholar wanted to introduce him, wouldn't it be just right?

Zhu Zifeng looked at Tang Xiake, who was laughing, and wondered, "Why is this brother laughing?"

Tang Xiake's laughter stopped abruptly, and his beard was misunderstood again, but fortunately, it was not once or twice, Tang Xiake said: "We are going to Zhongnan Academy, I have to laugh when I hear you say this." ”

At this time, Jiang Ayuan and Han Shen ran towards the wine shop under the heavy rain, and the movement of the withered monks in the middle four realms rushing out of the wine shop was really big enough, not only killing and injuring many sticky rod langs, but also leaving an indelible memory in the hearts of the people of this Tong city.

The wine shop was almost in ruins, the tables and chairs were scattered on the floor, and the wine jar neatly arranged on the counter was not spared, and the wine was like a stream, gurgling on the floor of the wine shop, and the smell of wine overflowed.

Jiang Ayuan rushed into the wine shop, but saw that the three of them were safe and sound, and her heart was relieved, but what she cared about the most was Wang Yuanbao, after all, the place left in her heart was left to one person, and the side could no longer be filled.

Wang Yuanbao smiled, walked to Jiang Ayuan's side, touched her soft hair and said, "It's okay." ”

As if thinking of something, Wang Yuanbao turned around and said, "Mr. Zhu, it is my two younger siblings who went to Zhongnan Academy. ”

Calling scholars who have fame and knowledge are probably called Mr., and Zhu Zifeng said with a smile: "Don't call me sir, you and I can be regarded as sharing weal and sorrow, such a fateful friendship, you can just call me brother, and you are the same brother." ”

Wang Yuanbao looked at Tang Xiake, who had a strange face, and forced a smile, but Han Shen and Jiang Ayuan couldn't help it and laughed.