"Manager Yan, count me as it is!" The voice was faint, still feeling fierce and majestic. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Yan Tianqing's official title in the palace is the position of the head of the palace guards.

As the words fell, a dark shadow flashed out.

Follow the prestige to see a dark shadow come out.

Although Yan Tianqing didn't move, he hurriedly drew his knife with six followers.

Before the sword could be unsheathed, it fell. Yan Tianqing's face finally changed, because he knew in his heart what their martial arts were like, but in the blink of an eye, their throats were crushed by steel-like filaments.

Six dwarf-like black-clad killers arrived.

"Is it you?" Looking at the person in front of him, Yan Tianqing said with a tone of disbelief. Although collusion between officials and bandits is a common thing, the man in black in front of him never imagined it.

"Yes, it's me, how is Manager Yan doing these days?" The words were not only not slow.

Yan Tianqing sighed:

"Tojiang-sama's blessing, I'm still alive. ”

Yan Tianqing regained her complexion, and immediately understood in her heart.

"Those three brothers of mine must have been given by Lord Jiang?"

Miss Yun sneered.

"Mr. Yan is very smart. ”

Jiang Yuelou nodded.

"Exactly. ”

"Good, good. Yan Tianqing then raised the sword in his hand.

The sword in Yan Tianqing's hand is three feet long, with a golden swallow and a shark skin sheath. His sword is wiped diligently every day, smooth and bright, flashing with strange light, and his swordsmanship is also the same for ten years, and he has never fallen a little. The sword accompanied him to the rivers and lakes, became famous with the sword, was born and died, the sword was his life, the twelve swords of chasing the soul, and the sword was his soul.

The sword was unsheathed, and Yan Tianqing's gaze was also flickering.

"Twelve Swords of Soul Chasing,"

The voice praised.

"It's a good sword. ”

Yan Tianqing sighed and looked at the nine people with a long sword.

"How is Master Jiang going to solve it?

Jiang Yuelou smiled.

"Mr. Yan is at will, and behind me is the exit of the secret room. ”

Yan Tianqing asked Jiang Yuelou.

"I don't know what will happen to my Soul Chasing Twelve Swords against Lord Jiang's life-killing palm?"

Jiang Yuelou's face sank.

"I want to give it a try, too!" After saying that, Miss Yun stepped aside silently and watched.

The six killers spread out in a fan shape.

Yan Tianqing's sword was raised, and his figure was also pulled out and rushed out.

A sword flew out, the sword was sharp, the blade was as fast as entering Jiang Yuelou, the sword flashed sideways, the sword passed by the chest, Yan Tianqing stabbed the air with a sword, the sword edge twisted, six styles and twelve swords, turning the thorn into a cut, the six dwarf killers came out together in an instant, and directly stabbed at the twelve big points on the person's body, Yan Tianqing was startled, and the sword drew a circle of light to protect the twelve vital points, at this time, Jiang Yuelou's body was slightly off, and the life-killing palm took advantage of this blow to come out, and five palms in a row. Every time he made a palm, he went further, and in a blink of an eye, he had already attacked in front of Yan Tianqing. The situation was unfavorable, Yan Tianqing took two steps back, shouted, the sword light stepped forward, the sword blade was fast, he turned his wrist to hold the sword, the sword turned and stabbed from the left rib, swept backwards, forced back the six killers around him, and met Jiang Yuelou's life-saving palm.

Jiang Yuelou's left palm slashed straight, and his right palm pushed his left palm to leap over the blade of the sword, and in a flash, he hit Yan Tianqing's right shoulder. Yan Tianqing couldn't react, she was slapped hard, took three steps back, and spit out a mouthful of blood.

"Lord Jiang is such a powerful method!"

The sound of the palm wind sounded, Jiang Yuelou's left hand swiped, and his right palm approached again.

The six killers shook the golden thread and pounced one after another.

A good Yan Tianqing, it has reached the moment of life and death Yan Tianqing broke off and shouted, got up and jumped forward into the six killers, the long sword came out again, the twelve soul chasing swords were fast and fast, only to hear the sneer, the sword entered the chest and came out, the dwarf killer looked frightened, his face was distorted, the person fell, the blood flew, and the Yan Tianqing sword killed three people in three ways.

What a fast sword!

Jiang Yuelou's palm was faster, and Yan Tianqing was slapped again. The blood from the corners of his mouth continued to seep out, and he took a step back with his hand dragging his sword.

The dwarf killer takes the opportunity to strike again!

The golden snake shook and hit him in the right leg and left shoulder.

The three killer golden threads were all closed, and Yan Tianqing's left arm was broken and flew up.

Jiang Yuelou sneered.

Yan Tianqing screamed, sweat like rain, blood like pain, gritted his teeth and snorted.

The sword hung low, and suddenly provoked. The sharp blade broke the golden wire, with a bang, the golden wire was broken, the sharp blade was broken, the long sword was broken into two, the flying blade, the broken sword, the broken sword flashed instantly, the light rose, the broken sword broke the throat and killed three more people, the light fell, and the flying blade entered the chest. Jiang Yuelou took the blade and went straight into Yan Tianqing's chest. The blade pierced the chest, and blood flowed down the blade.

The broken sword fell to the ground, the dwarf killer fell, and Yan Tianqing also fell.

The blood is still flowing.

Yan Tianqing stayed on his lips, and a word came out when he fell.

"Four gentlemen, live and die together. "The rain has long stopped, the warm wind blows into people's dreams, the dawn fog gradually disperses, and the sun rises in the east.

The fourth day of the fifth month.

The rising sun is fragrant, and the air is filled with fragrance.

I don't know if last night's blood was dry...

Jiang Yuelou has to wait for all the way now.

Shen Shuai of the White Shoumeng.

The people on Long Street seem to be waking up very early today. Hot wontons, cooked wontons, fried fritters, steamed pastries, adults and children take advantage of a steaming hot and comfortable meal. Who would have thought that these wonton-sellers, fried pastries, burden-bearers, donkey-drivers, and cattle sellers would be what would be beneath their simple appearances?

No one could have imagined it.

Their unpretentious appearance is just like this bluestone long street, there are more people on the long street, more carriages, outsiders, they are of all different colors, the carriages are delicate and wide, they have swords in their hands, knives, soft whips, spears, they are all practitioners, they are all masters, these masters bear the deadly weapons in an instant, those ordinary and simple people naturally shoot quickly, the sharp weapon has entered the throat, a blow is hit, a blow will kill. Their movements are natural and elegant, clean and neat.

Rising day by day, shining in all directions.

The shouts, the shouts, covered up the exclamations, the deaths. Or they died before they screamed.

Shen Shuai and his party finally walked into the long street.

A drunk man on the long street, as if he hadn't woken up from last night's wine, his drunken eyes were hazy, and he smelled fishy, and passed by Shen Shuai's side. His figure fell down in a flash, and he fell towards Shen Shuai, his person did not fall, his wine had already woken up for most of the time, because a person behind him vigorously supported his shoulder, and he couldn't fall down.

Wu Xi helped the drunk.

The drunk felt his arm shatter in pain.

The drunken man turned from frightened to frightened, and stumbled away.

The falcon came to report.

Things were going according to plan, and a smile was already on Jiang Yuelou's face.

Shen Shuai also received a message.

Wu Xidao:

"A new row of coffins was found in the barren forest. ”

"Coffin?"

"Inside are the corpses of those masters and tycoons on the rivers and lakes. ”

Shen Shuai frowned.

"What does this mean?"

"Looks like those people have already arrived!"

Suddenly, Jiang Yuelou said: "Are they ready to make a move?"

Zao Wou-Ki said, "No." They seem to be waiting to see what happens. ”

Jiang Yuelou said again: "Thirty-eight of us are ready to make a move?"

Zao Wou-Ki said, "Yes." ”

Jiang Yuelou's jaw.

"We've struck first!" but ......," Zao Wou-Ki didn't continue.

Jiang Yuelou said in a deep voice.

"But what?

Zao Wou-Ki was puzzled: If we do it first, wouldn't it be exposed.

Jiang Yuelou continued: Do you think this is not good for us?

Zao Wou-Ki did not speak, nor did he deny it.

Jiang Yuelou: Killer. Not only must the martial arts be high, but it is more important to learn to strike at the right time, not to expose your position, right?

Zao Wou-Ki nodded.

"It looks like our people are exposed. ”

Jiang Yuelou smiled. I didn't care about laughing. He said lightly.

"Shen Shuai is very careful to observe, maybe our people have been inadvertently exposed. ”

Zao Wou-Ki exclaimed, "Isn't our thirty-eight people very dangerous?"

Jiang Yuelou smiled.

Jiang Yuelou: The chess game has just begun.

Zao Wou-Ki didn't understand. How can it be good to hurt yourself without killing the enemy, and losing thirty-eight killer lives as soon as you make a move?

Jiang Yuelou was silent.

He was waiting for Shen Shuai to enter the trap. At this moment he was reclining on the couch, and now his heart was not in a hurry. He now has a bottle of wine in his hand, a silver cup, and the silver cup is mellow, and he is tasting wine. The more he tasted the wine, the brighter his eyes became.

Shen Shuai's eyes were also bright, but there was a cold light in his eyes.

The old man who sells wine is making wine in the wine pot of the wine buyer, but every time he beats the wine, the wine spills a lot, so there are not many discounted sales, and the real wine seller will definitely not do this.

The person who fried the fritters, two long chopsticks rolled in the oil pan, although the hand looks skillful, the fried fritters are too neat, and the size of each fritter including the time and color is too neat, which is not suspicious.

The steamed pastry looks full of color and flavor, but this pastry is obviously only available in big restaurants, but it appears in this small and remote ancient town.

Wanton has no doubts about pork and cabbage filling, but his price, the price is only three cents a bowl?

Although their faces were covered with frost and wrinkles, they were also dark, and even their hands were covered with calluses, but Shen Shuai knew that this kind of dark face and wind and frost wrinkles were definitely not formed under the wind and rain.

Shen Shuai was observant, his head sank, and he said in a low voice: "You have all seen these people. The man nodded.

"They're hiding here, waiting to make a move!"

The man nodded again.

"Can you count how many people they were about to make a move just now?" this is Shen Shuai said to Wu Xi.

"Thirty-eight in all. ”

"You read that right?"

"Absolutely not. ”

"Can you see where they are and how they are dressed?"

Wu Xi nodded. Fifty people were walking.

Shen Shuai said only one word. "Good. "It's good to wait for the right moment. The fifty men who walked waited for the right moment to strike at the thirty-eight.

Shen Shuai ordered again: Leave forty people!

Forty against thirty-eight.

A contest of blood, a game of life.

The chess game has begun, and the fight is already quietly going on.

On the third day of the fifth month, Suzhou City.

The wind blows.

The willow tree hangs low, the branches and leaves are like cutting, the white clouds are in a group, and the sky is new like washing.

Buddha hall, Buddha is still the same, the Buddha is solemn, Jiaye is smiling, the king of heaven is mighty, and the Bodhisattva is kind. Five hundred Arhats have different postures, and three thousand reveal the truth to all sentient beings.

I don't know if the Buddha has the heart to bless, or Wanqing's subordinates are merciful, although the knife enters the chest, the blade deviates from the chest for a while, Gao Yucheng is not dead, and after he falls, the blood from the wound does not flow slowly, Gao Yucheng stands up again.

He remembered that night again, he didn't want to think about it, but it unconsciously appeared in his mind.

He held Wanqing in his arms, delicate and soft Wanqing, there seemed to be only two people in the world, this is a kind of sweetness, but also a kind of warm fragrance, to be accurate to Gao Yucheng, this is a love in his heart, a memory.

No matter who looks forward to such a love.

The love he was looking forward to, a nostalgia, suddenly turned into a knife and pierced his heart.

The wound is painful, and it will eventually scar, but what about the damage in the heart?

After all, Gao Yucheng was flesh and blood, and after a while, he fell to the ground again. He endured the great pain, the desolate temple, the silent mountains and forests, he had to go out, he had to go out, he had to go to the city, otherwise he really couldn't get out. Seriously injured and in danger, how could he go, he gritted his teeth and took two steps, the bloody mouth cracked, the blood flowed like a pillar, and he unconsciously exclaimed, and as soon as his eyes were closed, he fell down again. Could it really be buried here? It is also fate to be buried here, and a dark shadow appeared when his eyes were blurred.

It was noon, and the people were tired. When the time comes, people have already swept up, forty people have swept up, and thirty-eight people have struck again! The position of the killer has been exposed, the opportunity has been occupied again, the position of the killing and the killing is reversed, forty people shot at the thirty-eight people, forty people did not dodge or dodge, and met the sharp weapon of the thirty-eight people, the sharp weapon cut obliquely from the artery, penetrated their chest and throat, their chest and throat had been pierced, and when they fell, there was a smile on the corner of the thirty-eight people's mouth, the smile instantly froze, and the eyes were full of anger, surprise, and fear. They struck in the same way, the boys exchanged their lives for their lives, blood for blood, and when forty fell, thirty-eight fell at the same time.

The blood is still flowing. They didn't say a word.

What a tragic scene.

A tragic and tragic scene, with sideways eyes closed.

Gritting his teeth, his teeth are already bloody, and the blood has flowed into his stomach,

Shen Shuai's eyes seemed to have tears. Wu Xi couldn't help but bow his head, he was afraid that tears would rush out.

Forty fell, and soon forty were added. How many people did Shen Shuai bring? To be exact, one hundred and fifty people, Shen Shuai almost went out. Fifty people go first, one hundred people follow, where they are and how they came, even Wu Xi doesn't know, because this is a top-secret plan, and of course only one person knows about the top-secret, and that is Shen Shuai.

Shen Shuai said: They still have killers, and they still have traps.

Wu Xidao: What should we do?

Shen Shuai said: They are extremely secret, and there is only one try to find out. Wu Xi looked at the fifty people behind him.

Fifty people held their heads high. They are fearless, just a command.

Thirty-eight killers fell, and where are the twelve?

Jiang Yuelou got up and left the bed and walked to the window.

The falcon stood by the window and whispered.

Outside the window, inside the courtyard, people stood upright, Jiang Yuelou looked at them, sighed and said: There are definitely more than fifty of them.

Zao Wou-Ki shouted: We still have twelve people, don't we......

Jiang Yuelou smiled: We too.

Zao Wou-Ki bowed and said, "Your Excellency is wise.

Jiang Yuelou really "doesn't leak a drop of water", where are the rest of the people? Zao Wou-Ki didn't know.

Outside the window, the light is bright, and in the courtyard, people are standing upright. Straight like a gun. Three people came in the courtyard.

Jiang Yuelou sighed.

Cheetahs specialize in encirclement and suppression, poisonous wolves are good at assassination, and falcons are responsible for communication and transmission.

All three entered the house at the same time.

Zao Wou-Ki retreated first.

There was a murmur in the room.

Zao Wou-Ki's palms were already sweaty now, and he was secretly worried. Who is he worried about?

Now is the time to show his worth, he has another identity. One of the five protectors of the White Shoumeng. He turned into a bandit and was imprisoned as a felon, in order to endure the humiliation.

He is worried that his friends are worried about the territory he guards, the White Shoumeng is his home, the people in the gang are his family, he uses another way to protect and defend his home, and he doesn't even care if he sacrifices his own life, he will never allow others to infringe!

His fists clenched. After a whisper, the three of them hurried out.

Jiang Yuelou finished ordering things, he felt a little tired, he should also rest for a while, he didn't have much time to rest for a few days. The daybed is comfortable and just right for a nap.

After Zhao Wuji was sure that Jiang Yuelou was really asleep, he walked out, he was definitely not slow, his body was like a ladder, and the swallow copied the water three times. He hoped that he could hurry up and intercept the information of the falcon and kill the cheetah and the poisonous wolf before they reached the designated place.

In the afternoon, the sun is slightly slanting and the breeze is warm.

A girl who was brighter than the sun, with a smile softer than the breeze, sat on the edge of the bed, she was like a flower with dew, beautiful and young.

Her wonderful eyes were silently staring at a person. The man was asleep soundly in his bed.

This man's face is resolute and handsome, but his resolute and handsome face looks a little sad and three points lonely.

He slowly opened his eyes.

Curved eyebrows, curved eyelashes, eyes like autumn water, smile like a crescent moon.

There are not only young girls but also old men beside the bedside. The old man was also laughing.

"Finally woke up. ”

The old man's voice was hoarse, and the traces of the years were even more vicissitudes when he laughed. He is an ordinary old man in the city, who has experienced the world and vicissitudes of life, and spent the rest of his life with a dry tobacco and a cup of bitter wine. Accompanied by his granddaughter, he makes a living by chopping wood and selling carbon. He heard a cry on the mountain, and when he saw a man, the cry was low, and the wound was deep, and he put down the firewood and carried him back. He couldn't let a young life just pass away.

He asked such a question.

What day is it?

No waiting for an answer. He took out some scattered silver taels from his hand, and handed them to the old man.

Does he want to thank his lifesaver, or does he want to do something?

"What are you going to do?" asked a hoarse voice.

Buy.

What to buy?The voice is not hoarse, a crisp girl's voice that is more beautiful than the voice of a lark.

Her voice was good, and her heart was curious, because when the boy woke up, he only had to buy one thing.

A sword. A sword that took three hours to strike by a blacksmith in the city. The blacksmith sighed, and it seemed to him that it would be better to build farm tools.

The blade is not sharp, and it is slightly heavy.

The sword was in his hand, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

The girl was surprised: a sword, a person, a sword in hand, what kind of person will a teenager be?

Gao Yucheng was wounded, holding his sword, and flew out, and he could no longer hear the girl's voice.

It was dusk again, and the wind sent away his back.

He flew out, swept over layers of rooftops, flew out of buildings, and as long as the sword was in hand, he would do his best for morality and for his friends.