As soon as the carriage drove out of the street where the Zuihualou was located, everything around it suddenly became very quiet, as if darkness had swallowed everything.

Meng Ran slowly pulled out his long knife, pointed at the coachman with a bright blade, and said softly, "Stop." ”

The coachman did not know why, so he had to stop the walking carriage, and his right hand, which held the whip, trembled slightly.

Before the coachman could speak, Meng Ran had already swung his knife and knocked it on his neck, and the coachman fell on the wheel.

Meng Ran quietly looked at the quiet alley in front of him, waiting for the enemy in the dark.

The men who were in ambush in the street had no idea that the carriage would stop at the corner of the street, and their original plan was to rush up when the carriage was in the middle of the street, unload the pair of master and servant and the coachman in the carriage, and then rob the Oiran of the drunken flower building and return to the errand.

The sudden change broke their head start and shook their minds.

After a long silence, the enemy hiding in the shadows no longer hid his figure, and in a rather neat footsteps, more than two dozen figures of different heights slowly walked out of the corners of the streets and alleys, and surrounded the carriage.

Li Haoran was still sitting in the carriage, while Meng Ran was holding the handle of the knife and quietly looking at the figures who were getting closer and closer.

Until this time, those black-pressed figures still did not speak, Meng Ran smiled lightly, and said in a clear voice: "I just want to go back to the Nanhu Courtyard, if someone stops me, it will be my enemy." ”

A man in a green shirt in the crowd laughed loudly and said with great contempt: "We are here, there is a kind of killing." ”

Meng Ran said expressionlessly, "Yes." After tonight, if I can return to Nanhu Villa in its entirety, I will definitely repay you. ”

A slightly chubby middle-aged man took a sip, "Don't rub it off, you are a son from another place, you can use any means." ”

"Don't worry, I don't have a backhand, and no one will come to help me. But what I want to say is that whether I die or not today, your family will be unlucky. ”

When this murderous word reached the ears of the surrounding crowd, there was a commotion in the darkness, mixed with bursts of shouting and scolding.

The man in the green shirt scolded sharply: "Bah, if you die today, God knows, our family will be fine." ”

Meng Ran shook his head and said in a cold tone: "Presumably you already have a certain number in your hearts, why bother with your tongue, is it really my Daliang's law that is vegetarian?"

The slightly chubby middle-aged man narrowed his eyes, leaving only a slight slit, and said in a cold voice: "Whether the law is strict or not, that is a matter of the future, today's task is to kill the men in the car, if they die, glory and wealth are at your fingertips, if they don't die, the one who dies is the big guy." ”

Meng Ran smiled, glanced down at the long knife in his hand, and said coldly: "Then we have to see if your sword is unfavorable." ”

He jumped out of the car, his originally peaceful face was full of murderous aura, as if he had changed people, he pursed his lips tightly and rushed towards the crowd.

These enemies only learned some simple information from the mouth of a certain employer, and only knew that one of the people to be killed was a young man, who had not practiced martial arts for a long time, and his sword skills were very ordinary.

The moment Meng Ran rushed towards them, they felt a violent and cruel aura, not like a young man.

The chubby middle-aged man just waved his hand, and several figures who were eager to make meritorious contributions rushed out and fought with Meng Ran.

Meng Ran's knife style is very simple, that is, back and forth a few times, chopping, chopping, teasing, and grazing, and the dancing knife light took away several lives in an instant.

The death of his companion did not repel the remaining crowd, but aroused their courage, and five or six steel knives slashed at Meng Ran in unison, if nothing else, Meng Ran would be seriously injured if he did not die.

At this moment, something broke out of the carriage, first piercing the curtain, and then brushing Meng Ran's shoulder, accurately slashing several steel knives towards Meng Ran, Meng Ran took advantage of an opportunity to rush forward and kill a wave, and two more figures were added to the ground.

The curtain of the carriage was slowly lifted, Li Haoran walked out of the carriage with his body bowed, the soles of his feet tapped the wheels, and a fly landed beside Meng Ran.

He held the ordinary long knife he brought from Zuihualou in his hand, and with just a slight wave, a knife light as silver as autumn water slashed towards the crowd, accurately and easily splitting the two people in front of him in half.

The besieging crowd then took a few steps back, as if they were shocked by this sword technique, and they didn't dare to rush forward to kill.

Just when this group of people was frightened, there was a sound of tiles breaking on the eaves, and a black figure appeared in the air, attacking Li Haoran like an eagle striking the sky.

With a muffled grunt, the figure who had jumped off the eaves had been repulsed, and the black figure flew out on its back, slamming heavily into the wall on one side, making a loud crash, and then the man was out of breath.

Those who were ambushing and besieging seemed to recognize the figures flying out, and their bodies and minds were quickly overtaken by fear, and their hands holding their weapons trembled.

They had thought about the strength of Meng Ran and Li Haoran, thinking that it was just a simple fight, thinking that it was just a hand-to-hand capture, but they didn't expect to encounter a martial arts master, and even the most powerful master among them had died tragically without taking a single move.

Those people stopped in place, but Meng Ran didn't intend to stop, he brandished a long knife and rushed over, like a wolf entering a flock, but with a few knives, he had already cut down a piece.

The knife was shining brightly, blood was flowing, and the sound of long knives slaying into the flesh was constantly sounded, followed by the screams of pain.

Those who were frightened turned around, hoping to flee in exchange for the continuation of their lives.

Meng Ran was dead behind him, constantly swinging his knife, and one figure after another fell to the ground.

By the time Meng Ran chased him into the street, none of those people were standing.

At this time, those lying on the ground realized that this silver was really hot and tight, how could it be as easy as imagined, and while they regretted it, they were also cursing the unscrupulous employer in their hearts.

Meng Ran took the long knife that was still bleeding, slowly walked up to the slightly chubby middle-aged man, slapped his fat face with a cool blade, and asked angrily, "Say, who sent you?"

The chubby middle-aged man just sneered.

Meng Ran didn't say much, and as soon as he went down, he cut off one of the man's arms, and said in a cold voice: "I don't mind asking again, but if you have both arms, you can only be a wasted person." ”

The chubby middle-aged man wanted to open his mouth to tell his employer, but he was shot in the chest by an arrow that broke through the air, and a few strands of blood spurted out of his chest, splashing on the hem of Meng Ran's clothes, and the middle-aged man tilted his head and stopped breathing.

Meng Ran raised his head slightly, looking at the direction where the bow and arrow were fired, only to see a burly figure standing on the eaves in the distance, holding a longbow in his hand.

The bow-wielder waved his hand at Meng Ran, then jumped a few times on the roof and disappeared into the night.

Meng Ran sighed, slowly paced to the man in the green shirt, looked condescendingly at the face distorted by pain and fear, and asked expressionlessly, "Do you know who the employer is?"

The man in the green shirt took a few deep breaths and said tremblingly, "Don't kill me... I don't know, I really don't know. ”

Meng Ran's tone was cold, and he said, "Since you don't know, it's useless, why are you keeping it?" Why don't you let me help you get rid of it." ”

The long knife was raised, and before it fell, the man in the green shirt shouted loudly: "Wait a minute... Wait a minute... I know something else. ”

Say. ”

"That employer should be a disciple of the general, and I heard from my eldest brother that if we don't complete this errand, our gang will be wiped out by the army. ”

"Gang?" Meng Ran was stunned for a moment and asked, "Are you locals?"

The man in the green shirt held back the pain and explained: "We are a local gang, and we follow the yamen to do some things on weekdays, and we also have some business of our own. This afternoon, a son-in-law went to meet my eldest brother, and then he had this mission. ”

Meng Ran pondered for a while, waved his hand and said, "You can go." ”

The man in the green shirt struggled to get up and saluted Meng Ran, "Thank you for sparing your life, you will be rewarded in the future." ”

Meng Ran didn't answer, just thinking about his own affairs, and he already had a general goal in his heart.

The man in the green shirt hugged his fist at Meng Ran, and then dragged his injured body away slowly, gradually disappearing into the corner of the street.

Li Haoran walked up to Meng Ran and asked in a deep voice, "Don't you kill them all?"

Meng Ran shook his head and said, "There's no need, it's just a group of ordinary people." If they can live, it is their luck, and if they die, they can only blame their bad fate. ”

Li Haoran patted Meng Ran on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Yes, I know that if I restrain my murderous nature, the future can be expected." ”

Meng Ran grinned, didn't dwell on this topic, just said softly: "It's late at night, let's go back." ”

"Yes. ”

The two returned to the carriage, first woke the coachman up, then reversed course and took a different route home.

After the carriage began to drive, Li Haoran sat in the same carriage with the coachman and drove Meng Ran into the carriage.

Looking at Meng Ran, who was tired, Seinfel, who was sitting on the side of the carriage, hesitated for a moment and asked softly, "Is Childe injured?"

Meng Ran just shook his head.

Seinfeld's eyes were slightly angry, and then she tightened it well, she stretched out her well-maintained fingers, gently put them on Meng Ran's shoulder, and kneaded them carefully.

Meng Ran closed his eyes, smelled the faint fragrance coming from behind him, and enjoyed this strength that was neither light nor heavy, with a satisfied face.

By the time the carriage stopped at the gate of Meng's mansion, Meng Ran was already drowsy.

Seinfeld picked Meng Ran up and said softly, "Childe, I'm home." ”

When Meng Ran and his party returned to the house, the coachman immediately waved a whip, and the carriage moved slowly in the quiet alley.