The young man waved his arms and walked one step back, his eyes full of surprise and suspicion. Thinking of the dangerous scene, the young man still couldn't come back to his senses after a long time. This "hugging Pu" style pays attention to a defense as an offense and a static brake. Fang Cai drew the gourd's oblique move in the same way, which is far from being familiar with the successful moves in the realm, and for a martial artist like Zhu Changfeng who has been in the battle array for a long time, he only has a degree, let alone hurt people.

The young man's eyebrows and eyes were lowered, looking for the root cause and investigating the truth.

"Although I just lifted the hand to do the defensive, and mistakenly relied on the opportunity to break the fierce moves of these two reckless men, but after all, I was also negligent about the martial arts, but I just drew a gourd in the same way, and it was all luck to break the two of them with all their strength, which was a fluke. The boy was in a daze, and only praised his good luck loudly in his heart. But his improvisational hug made Zhu Changfeng and Hui Chenguang suffer enough.

It's easy to improvise, but it's so hard to do it between life and death!

Regardless of the young man's style, he walked away with the clouds and water, and easily resolved the two of them back and forth, which can be called a killing move, just by virtue of his turning posture at this time, drawing a square circle with his fists and feet, and stopping when he fell, his eyes were cold and full of charm, which was enough to make the two people who were still palpitating throw rat bogeys, and did not dare to move.

Zhu Changfeng and Hui Chenguang looked at each other in pairs, with different expressions. Originally, the location of the two of them and the source of their strength had formed a situation of encirclement and attack on the young man, and he was full of confidence to kill this young man who did not understand martial arts cultivation, so he had to take the knife and kill him in one fell swoop. Unexpectedly, the young man hugged Pu and left, and avoided the powerful move under the tacit cooperation of the two in this ordinary way, and passed by with a negative hand. The depression in the hearts of the two can be seen at a glance!

"Where did this young man come from? Martial arts cultivation is far from being easy to talk about, and he has a degree of control. But why was he able to resist the attack of the two of us with the strength of one person, and how could he dodge the full force of my confidence at such a tricky angle? Zhu Changfeng muttered to himself, pondering for a long time, but he still couldn't explain the long-standing doubts in his heart. He hung his head, and his face was more depressed.

"You kid, what the hell is the way to come from?" the man raised his head, and he was about to fight again. After thinking about it for a long time, this man who was usually a little frivolous but generous still felt that he was not very sure that he would be captured in one fell swoop. He was depressed in his heart, and his anger rose, and he looked up at the direction of the young man, and his tongue was about to curse.

"It's fucking humiliating. Lao Tzu has been walking the rivers and lakes for many years, how can he ever encounter such a treacherous and unpredictable thing. This young man's body is average, compared to the hero's masters, there are thousands of differences, but why I just can't expect to be in the body, every time there is a strange trick to the top, it is solved by its three moves and two styles, but it is also strange. The man's thick eyebrows were slightly frowned, and the wrinkles were folded. He still looked at the direction of the young man with doubts, and was about to rush out. I don't know if the cold wind reduced the anger in the man's heart, or he was impressed by the young man's elusive body, and for a while, he stood in place, but did not reveal it.

The autumn wind is blowing, and the forest is withered and yellow. The uncertain autumn wind swept through the frost all over the ground, blowing off a lot of yellow leaves from the branches. The white clouds are long, and the sky is blue.

Just when the three people who were fighting in full swing stopped all of them and stopped chasing and killing, you bowed to me. The Tsing Yi scholar who woke up here tonight didn't know whether it was the cool autumn breeze that alarmed his hair, or the warm sun, the autumn day was melting, bringing a warm current in his heart. The scholar who traveled to study in a county opened his misty eyes and stretched his waist leisurely.

His gaze wandered, like a star, but after sweeping the surrounding time for a while, the man's wandering gaze finally fixed on the peerless beauty who almost cost him his life.

"The wine of youth is cold, and the dead wood is dyed with frost, and it is difficult to meet in the end. A long life is like a coincidence, and what you and I see today is the same. The man smiled lightly and stared at the blushing woman for a long time.

His face was still bloodied, his face was blurred, and his face was difficult to distinguish. It's just that when the low voice in his throat sounded, it made people a little worried and sideways.

At this time, the pretty woman named Cuicui raised her head lightly, and a shallow smile quietly hung on her pretty face.

The beauty shows her face, and the pear vortex hangs shallowly. In this autumn breeze, the lonely season not only reduces the melancholy feeling of the branches and leaves, but also adds a softer posture of water waves. She shyly turned her graceful posture and skimmed her blushing little face, but her eyes secretly looked at the scholar who made her look sideways and happy.

"Girl, you and I are in the autumn season. But don't be sad about spring and autumn. On the contrary, we should take a closer look at the magnificent spectacle of the sky and earth dyed with thick frost and red glow, and the blue clouds and purple mist enveloping the four fields. Besides, I, Pan, am just duckweed with the waves, duckweed without roots, and the girl must not do that weeping and crying again. After all, maybe if Pan dies on the street one day, before he dies, he can still think about the girl's shallow smile and the girl's slender figure, instead of thinking about the girl, you have tears in the corners of your eyes, and you look sad. The eyes of the blue-shirted and blood-soaked reader were clear and shining.

He looked at it stupidly, his emaciated face hung with cold autumn frost, and the yellow leaves of withered trees.

The old man stood silently, listening to the words of the down-and-out scholar Pan Zhijun, which could be called insulting. The learned Confucian, who has always regarded himself as a master of science, is no longer rigidly questioning, but has a smile on his face and is full of affinity. I don't know if the falling leaves are full of sorrow, or the beautiful scholar in front of him reminds him of the romantic past, and the red sleeves drag the candle hand to wipe the fragrance.

The old man looked into the distance, stunned, his face was blue and white, and he sighed and was happy.

"Mr. Wang, do you also remember the slender hand makeup at that time, and the red clothes before the moon at that time. Fei Jun asked with a chuckle, and his words were joking.

The old man was noncommittal, his big sleeves fluttered, which could cover his flushed old face, and after relieving himself a little, he turned to look at Zhu Changfeng and Hui Chenguang again.

The man's heart palpitated, his eyes did not turn, he stared at the young man whose purple qi was almost invisible on his face, his legs were bent, he bowed down to gather momentum, and he was about to forcibly break in. Helplessly, he had accumulated strength for a long time, but he couldn't move his steps at all. He had to reach out and wipe the sweat rolling down his face, and reluctantly gave up the blow to save face.

"Hui Chenguang!" Zhu Changfeng's face was gloomy, and there were already seven points of anger in his words.

The man was silent and silent. When he spoke lightly for the third time, he finally turned around and stepped over to the disorganized table and bench in two steps.

Zhu Changfeng shouted angrily, his eyes showing a fierce light. He looked at the man who had been wandering together for many years, and shouted, "How about you fucking help Lao Tzu again?"

The man was silent, and after Zhu Changfeng clenched his fists and feet impatiently, he finally turned around and looked at the young man.

"Little brother, Hui is taught. I only complain that there is a slight misunderstanding between you and me today, so Chenguang will not explain more. If you and I meet one day, Hui Mou will pour wine in person to resolve the old hatred" Hui Chenguang bent down, grinned at the young man and the down-and-out scholar, slowly retreated and left, and finally disappeared in the good autumn light after a long time.

Zhu Changfeng looked at the man's gradually blurred back, a little crying and laughing, wanting to cry without tears. He looked back and forth at the surroundings, then at the young man who had no purple on his face, and laughed twice. Never go.

He raised one hand, his mouth let out a whistling sound, a jujube red horse galloped wildly, Zhu Changfeng's ape arm was relaxed, and he got on the horse's back and walked away.

The dust is settled!

"Today, I have taken up three more points of luck" Shao Young Shu Qi, sat on the ground, spread his limbs, looked at the white clouds above the canopy, the blue sky was soothing, and he couldn't stand up for a long time.

"This battle, more or less, is still quite tired" The young man closed his eyes slightly, and said nothing.

The girl stepped forward, grabbed the boy's bent arm, and pulled it up vigorously.

"Li Zhiyu, I didn't expect you to have a little guts. The girl smiled lightly, and smiled at the boy with an unprecedented attitude and color.

Li Zhiyu couldn't understand what he said, so he could only smirk.

The two laughed and talked about each other, and they didn't know what outsiders saw.

The old man in the white Confucian shirt skimmed over the body of Fei Jun, the magistrate, looked at his worried face, and asked with a smile, "Have you brought wine today?"