A few flowers bloom, one for each table. Let's say that after sending Yun Xiaoxiao away, Yu Bo was not in a hurry to leave the place of right and wrong, nor did he hurriedly tidy up things, but took out a dustpan of peanuts that had been harvested and dried in the field a few days ago, sat down and peeled them off, in an orderly manner, as if nothing had happened, and the door was not closed. Several fierce officials walked in, stepped forward impatiently, and shouted: "Where is the wild boy surnamed Yun? Where are you hiding, hurry up and hand it over!" I saw that Yu Bo was turning a deaf ear to the officer's questioning, and still skillfully peeled off the shell of the flowers. The official was impatient, lit a torch, and shouted: "If you don't say anything more, Lao Tzu will set fire to this house and burn this house!" When the red tent was untied and the white and fat peanut kernels were exposed, Yu Bo ignored the threat of the officer, but put the peanuts into his mouth one after another to chew, and a crispy sound came out of his mouth.

"Why does the official want to set fires! This goes hand in hand with the crime of murder!" Yu Bo pretended to be surprised. "Where did you come from so much nonsense! We are here to arrest murderers, you shield criminals, frame the officials, you are not honest, and you are also guilty, come, tie me up!" the official at the head roared angrily.

"Wait, wait for me to straighten my sleeves. Yu Bo suddenly said in a loud voice, and his tone stabilized again, "Let's go now, maybe it's still too late, right?"

"Hmph, what's in time? You colluded with the prisoner in private, and if you didn't hand over hundreds of taels of silver to sort out the relationship, it would be a capital crime!" said the official calmly.

In this regard, Yu Bo smiled, his smile was gentle but his face was strange, and he said: "Since this is the case, then let's go on the road!" Before the officials standing on his left and right sides stepped forward, the officials led by him had already been killed, and the rest of his companions fixed their eyes on it, and it was a peanut that killed him. Yes, those inconspicuous peanuts have become murder weapons, and they are being placed in the dustpan one by one, and the shots are clean and skillful, and no one can see clearly how they pierced into the throat of the officer, it turns out that it is not only the sword that can seal the throat.

The rest of the servants raised their hearts to their throats, and their bodies were as nervous as if they were full of bows, but it was really too late. A few peanuts ended their lives, not giving them a chance to turn around and prepare to escape, let alone giving them any time to fight back, their eyes were full of horror, but their eyes were lifeless.

The preciousness of life lies in the passage of white horses, in the impermanence of joys and sorrows, and in the glory and death of the morning and evening.

"It's a pity, such a good peanut, a grain of grain and a drop of sweat. Yu Bo tidied up his sleeves while feeling a little regretful.

For the nobles of the court and the opposition or the famous families of the rivers and lakes, the daily dressing and tidying is a very important part of life, such as wearing crowns, crowns, hairpins and other behaviors. Today's Uncle Yu seems to be the same, his forearms are slightly raised, his demeanor is elegant and gentle, and he deliberately wears an elegant crown of hair on the top of his head, and he completely gets rid of the image of a farmer with a star and calluses in the past, this is a posture that Yun Xiaoxiao has never seen in 20 years, and it is also the first time that Yu Bo has shown his true colors in 20 years, he stared at himself in the bronze mirror, and a shallow and bloodthirsty smile rose on his lips, which made people shudder.

The topic turned to Yun Xiaoxiao's side again, he still didn't know that Yu Bo, who usually seemed to be weak, actually had such a perfect kung fu that he could easily use any item in his hand as a weapon like turning a stone into gold. Yun Xiaoxiao just understood that the reason why Yu Bo did not pay attention to his private school education like other elders, in order to seek a talent or something in the future, and was able to have a well-established food and clothing errand in the political environment of valuing literature and light martial arts, but chose to spend a lot of energy and silver on herbal medicine, and used up all the thorning method, bucket suction method, cupping method, bathing method, etc. to recuperate his body wholeheartedly, because he was weak and sick since he was a child, and he was too weak to make up for it. For this reason, although he is a ruffian in the market, he is grateful to Yu Boxin for his careful care for decades, and feels that he is sometimes like a drag oil bottle, causing trouble, not to mention everything, and making the family spend a lot of silver. These silver taels could have allowed Yu Bo to marry a daughter-in-law or spend his old age in peace, but they were delayed by themselves. Now that he is dying, he can't stay by Uncle Yu's side to do a little filial piety, it's really a big sin and I feel ashamed.

However, at this time, in the face of the murderous purple-clothed woman he met in the tea shop, Yun Xiaoxiao was already too busy to take care of himself, and he didn't have the time to think about how to make up for the filial piety to Yu Bo, nor did he have time to reflect on his idle life, because running for his life and protecting himself was the most important thing in front of him.

Let's say that inside and outside the teahouse where Yun Xiaoxiao was located, there was an aura of slaughter in an instant, and the people present couldn't help but take a few steps back, for fear of rushing to the edge.

The woman in purple knew that this battle must be a vicious battle, and the crazy man in front of her knew that he was an extremely tricky figure with his toes, but Leng Feng was the number one warrior under her father after all, so how could he be underestimated? At the beginning, he only relied on the strength of one person, holding a wave sword, and he was able to take the famous Black Feather Thirteen and their lair.

But she couldn't imagine what kind of thrilling battle that night was, what kind of determination must have burst out of his whole body? Every time the blade fell, it drew a blood-colored arc in the air, leaving his back covered with corpses, like a terrible ghost who had just climbed up from hell. It's just that the black hair fluttering in the flesh and blood is more and more reflected in the melting moonlight, and a face that is extremely indifferent is reflected more and more, and there is a faint wind in the ears. In the pale blue and silver glow, he raised his head slightly, and let the cold moonlight on his head fall all over his body, as if pacing his silhouette with a layer of white frost.

She only remembered that the next day, when she saw the bloodstained sword in the hall, the blinding crimson that made her heart tremble slightly. Because there was too much killing, the sword edge was already seriously curled, and the heavy smell of blood on the sword body still lingered in the air. After that, his father gave him the Chixiao Sword that he had treasured for a long time.

It is indeed a rare good sword, the snow-white blade reveals a bit of turquoise, even in the sunlight, it is still cold, and the blade as thin as a cicada's wings is like frost and snow, but it can cut gold and jade.

This sword has always been her favorite, but after the first few requests, her father did not agree to give it to her after all, only saying that she was a girl, and she could not play with such a sharp weapon in the world. No matter how unhappy she was, she was still helpless.

In the face of his father's generosity, Leng Feng didn't make any excuses, even if it was fake, but calmly took the sword in his hand. As for her, watching from the sidelines, although she looked delicate, she only pouted.