Jiang Beilin's smile suddenly stiffened in a flash, and his eyes burst out with irrepressible anger.

Promise to marry a girl? Isn't that?

Which girl can compare to Jiang Li, one of the three beauties in Jiangnan?

The teenagers of the same age present all cast disdainful glances at Xu Changfeng, and they all thought that Xu Changfeng was toasting and not eating and drinking.

Could it be that Xu Changfeng still dares to say that the girl he promised to marry is not a success?

Zhan Liuli, the three beauties in the south of the Yangtze River rank first, in terms of her appearance, Jiang Li is indeed inferior to her.

Click!

Jiang Beilin suddenly exerted his strength, and the green tendons on his left hand burst out, like a slender earthworm crawling on it. The jade bottle held in the palm of his hand cracked at the same time, and a broken porcelain piece fell to the ground, and a trace of cold air hit Xu Changfeng's face.

The atmosphere in the hall suddenly became restless.

He has been traveling south and north in the north for so many years, what kind of wind and waves have he not experienced? A mere Xu Changfeng has openly called out him, can he not be angry?

"Say it again!" Jiang Beilin was still holding the remaining broken porcelain pieces in his hand, but there were no scars on his palm.

"I refuse. Xu Changfeng's face did not change, and he still said very calmly.

Sou!

Jiang Beilin's bruise-blooded unicorn arm immediately grabbed at Xu Changfeng, and his thick and powerful palm slammed into Xu Changfeng's neck.

Xu Changfeng frowned slightly, with a painful expression on his face, and his mouth was tightly closed, as if he had gritted his teeth and was enduring the pain coming from his neck.

Everyone present, as well as the maids who were waiting, couldn't help but be surprised. The poor disciple sitting next to Xu Changfeng even ran away if he wanted to. Don't look at Jiang Beilin's attitude before, but don't forget, he is a high-level cultivator!

The tiger was not threatening, but it had not yet been able to provoke his anger.

"The head of the house can't!"

Seeing this, Steward Liu hurriedly exclaimed on the side.

As Steward Liu's voice fell, the green tendons in Jiang Beilin's hand dissipated and receded, and he let go of his palm at will, glaring at Xu Changfeng viciously with his eyes.

At this time, there were many eyes and ears in the hall, if something really happened to Xu Changfeng here, the reputation of his brother Dingjiang King would definitely be greatly affected.

Moreover, Xu Changfeng is the only person who can dissolve the cold in Jiang Li's body now, if he dies, his niece will also have to be buried with him.

Jiang Beilin waved his hand and shouted, his face was like a tiger: "Get out!

The teenagers present were like frightened chicks, standing on tiptoe and fleeing. When he left the hall, a poor disciple accidentally tripped over the threshold and fell to the ground.

Xu Changfeng didn't stay long, he also got up and walked out of the hall quickly.

When Xu Changfeng walked out of the Jiang family's mansion, the door was empty, and those children of the same age had already slipped away.

Xu Changfeng glanced back at the wooden door coated with red oil, and thought to himself: "Zhan Liuli, do you still remember the fairy tales that you promised each other back then?"

When he was a child, there was indeed a girl who made him promise to marry her when he grew up, but he was unscrupulous, who could have imagined what the world would be like ten years later?

With a long sigh, Xu Chang walked into Chang'an Street without looking back. He also has a task today, to go to the Qingzhu Sword Academy and deliver the letter of recommendation that Mr. Qin wrote to him.

This is what Xu Changfeng has always been thinking about, and he is very eager to learn swords.

As the capital of the prosperous dynasty, Chang'an naturally cannot be summed up in three words on its prosperous scene. Every day, pedestrians from all walks of life gather here from all over the world. Therefore, there was a poem that said: This is a long way to Chang'an, and Chang'an is not seen to make people sad. Even if Xu Changfeng has been in Chang'an for so many years, he doesn't dare to say that he can see through this Chang'an City at a glance.

"The head of the family, just let Xu Changfeng go?"

After Xu Changfeng and the others left, Steward Liu asked in a low voice to Jiang Beilin.

"It's true that I'm rude, if we keep people again, then the gossip on the rivers and lakes will flow like a tide. ”

Jiang Beilin shook his head, a trace of remorse on his face. After all, it was not easy to find such a person, and after all, he was concerned about his niece's life and death, and his anger was also a matter of course.

He exhaled a long breath and said with a sinister smile on his face:

Xu Changfeng thought that he was very proud, but in fact, it was difficult for the mud bodhisattva to protect himself. Involved in Zhao Xinji's case, I think that in the future, the Heavenly Supervisor should focus on 'taking care' of him, and at that time, he will naturally have the opportunity to beg us. ”

Jiang Beilin naturally wouldn't let people go easily, even if his brother knew, he would have to be furious. What's more, today's scene, Jiang Beilin also has to think of a way to get it back, isn't it? It's just that he is a little overwhelmed, and he really can't come up with an idea for Xu Changfeng, a guy who doesn't eat oil and salt.

......

Today's Prison Heaven Division is particularly lively, more than twice as many people as usual, in addition to the staff of the Prison Heaven Division, there are also Heavenly Prison, Chang'an Forbidden Army, and the staff of the imperial court.

Zhao Xinji's escape from prison is not a trivial matter, and such a big thing happened to the so-called impregnable prison, and it still allowed a person who should not have escaped from prison to escape from prison.

"Zhao Xinji's escape from prison has been clearly understood. In the chamber of the Heavenly Supervision Division, the responsible persons of various departments gathered here, and a staff member of the Heavenly Supervision Division held a copy of the preparation paper and read:

"Last night, Zhao Xinji suddenly untied the shackles on his body, opened the prison door, and killed the guards with his bare hands, snatched his sword, killed all the way to the gate of the prison, and opened the gate alone, and fled. ”

"It's as simple as that?"

"It's as simple as that. The clerk nodded.

This familiar conversation made Mo Zhifeng feel very uneasy, although it only took one sentence to summarize the process of Zhao Xinji's escape from prison, but how can the details be explained clearly in one or two sentences?

"The heavenly prison is heavily guarded, even an embroidery needle cannot be brought in, what method did Zhao Xinji use to untie the shackles? Not many people know the method of opening the gate of the heavenly prison, how does he, Zhao Xinji, know? Could it be that he has a good eye for the sky?" Mo Zhifeng asked three questions one after another.

There was silence in the council hall for a while, and no one dared to speak in vain. Now there is no full evidence, if you say the wrong thing, you may be regarded as Zhao Xinji's accomplice.

There are all kinds of signs that there must be no internal ghosts in the court. As for who the inner ghost is...... Isn't this being checked!

"Have all these people checked in and out of the prison in the past ten years?" asked Mo Zhifeng.

"It's still being investigated, and three times as many people have been used, but the ten years span is too big and it will take some time. The clerk replied timidly.

"What about those two worshippers in the prison, why didn't you just stop Zhao Xinji from escaping from prison on the spot?" Mo Zhifeng rolled his eyes and then asked.

"Someone has been sent to ask, and there is no news yet. The clerk replied.

"Wait, wait again!" Mo Zhifeng exhaled a long breath, and thought to himself, "It has only been less than a day since Zhao Xinji escaped from prison until now, is he too anxious?"

However, Mo Zhifeng immediately denied this idea. If he is in a hurry, those people in the palace will be more anxious than him. There wasn't much time left for them, and now it's happening......

"Their big people can't hold their breath, so they use us little people to be angry, really when we have three heads and six arms?" Mo Zhifeng felt uncomfortable, and he couldn't say what he was suffering.

Xu Changfeng walked through the downtown of Chang'an and came to a clean laneway. Where he is at this time is the gate of the Qingzhu Sword Courtyard. Qingzhu Sword Academy is one of the two major sword courtyards belonging to the Shengshi Dynasty.

Not only in Chang'an, but also in the south of the Yangtze River and the north of the country, it is also quite famous.

On a chair in front of the courtyard gate leaned on a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy, gorgeously dressed, with a small sword hanging from his waist, and behind him, there was a simple young man, who was pinching his shoulders and beating his back.

Xu Changfeng walked to the door of the Sword Courtyard, and the young man sitting on the chair glanced at it casually, and said lightly: "Enter the hospital to visit one or two silver." ”

After all, the Qingzhu Sword Academy is an academy for cultivators, and if outsiders want to enter, it is not impossible, but they have to spend some entrance fees.

"I don't have any money. Xu Changfeng was stunned for a moment and shook his head.

"No money, no money, you dare to come here, get out!" the young man scolded angrily when he saw this.

Xu Changfeng exhaled softly, looked at the young man very firmly and said, "I'm here to learn swords." ”