(Pressed the Netherlands to make one and Spain to make one, the result...... Silent tears...... ）

In the small wine shop next to the official road, Liu Tugou and Murong Chunxiao sat opposite each other.

There are stools and no tables, and there is a small red clay stove in front of the two, the turbid wine is warm, and the aroma is thick.

There were no other customers in the tavern, and the shopkeeper who worked part-time was drowsy behind the counter.

Liu Tugou peeled off a peanut, threw it into his mouth, and muttered dissatisfiedly: "I almost offended the family in Ganzhou in front of Daluzhuang, so that you don't have to be bothered by those dogs' legs, how can I say that I have done you a favor, and now I am asked to intercept the people of the West Lake Sword Palace?"

He pointed to his nose and said seriously, "Does the second master look very talkative?"

Murong Chunxiao seemed to be a little afraid of the cold, and tightened the white fox cloak on her body, looking like a weak little woman.

"As I said before, you don't have to go back to the Tianshui battlefield to help Gongxi Xiaobai. ”

She stared at the boiling liquor on the stove, her beautiful eyes unblinking, as if she was looking at something very interesting.

"If Gongxi Xiaobai and Sister Lu get married, the imperial court's control of Ganzhou will be greatly reduced, there is such a reason to barely be able to get on the table, Ao Mang, who wants to master Ganzhou, will never sit idly by in public and private, but unfortunately he only has Zheng Kui a henchman in Ganzhou, and the West Lake Sword Palace has a close relationship with Ao Mang. ”

"Even if there is a grandmaster leading among these swordsmen of the West Lake, is it really necessary to stop them?

"Naturally not, but Lu Yuanshen has been dragged down, and Daluzhuang, which lacks masters on the surface, may not be able to stop those madmen in West Lake who live for the sword and die for the sword. Even if there are still masters in the village, once the bottom is exposed, unless the ancestor of the Lu family jumps out, he will definitely not be able to stop the wind and rain in all directions. This is the whole body that touches the whole body. ”

"Wind and rain in all directions, which other forces may be involved?"

Liu Tugou asked curiously, Ganzhou is just one of the inconspicuous states of the Great Zhou Dynasty, I didn't expect it to be so messy.

Murong Chunxiao is like a few family treasures: "The chief soldier Liang Teng is His Majesty's person, with the strongest strength at the peak of inspiration, the least selfishness but the most scruples; Zheng Kui, the state pastor, is a person who is reckless, you already know this; Tianshui County is the territory of the three princes, and it is his person who plotted against Gongxi Xiaobai before, as for Qingyang County's Shouwu Su Shen and Yuan Honglie, although they both relied on the recommendation of the eldest princess, Yuan Honglie was born in the local scholar clan of Qingyang, and has always been close to the Lu family. ”

Second Master Liu's head is as big as a fight.

At this moment, the thick curtain of the small wine shop, which was made of a quilt, was lifted, and the cold wind poured in with fine snowflakes.

A middle-aged man in Tsing Yi bowed his head and stepped into the threshold.

This person is not tall, but he is extremely burly, with a Chinese face, a slightly purple face, a square nose and big ears, and tiger sideburns.

The long, wide giant sword on his back is particularly conspicuous, the sword is straight in the middle, and the whole body is brass-colored, engraved with simple and intricate moire patterns.

Behind the man in Tsing Yi, more than a dozen yellow-clothed swordsmen followed, full of spirit and good manners, all of whom were masters of the Qi Refining Realm.

The wine shop is low and cramped, and there are not many tables and chairs. After the man in Tsing Yi came in, he glanced at Liu Tugou, who was dressed in a white wolf fur, and then found a place to sit down, and more than ten yellow clothes stood respectfully.

Murong Chunxiao stood up and arched his hand: "But the seniors of the West Lake Sword Palace?"

The man in Tsing Yi who had just sat down hurriedly got up and returned the salute: "In Xia Pei Dongting, who is the girl?"

The elder of the Tsing Yi of the West Lake Sword Palace is placed on the rivers and lakes, which is enough to compete with the heads of ordinary sects, although this person looks rough and arrogant, his words and deeds are very self-contained, not to mention the curtain of the door with his own hands, and he is so modest to the juniors of the rivers and lakes.

Murong Chunxiao was surprised in his heart, but Second Master Liu didn't think it was a big deal.

He pulled the collar of the white wolf's fur, sat on the spot and said with a big grin: "The white wolf of Gongxi has been waiting here for a long time!"

Choke!

Before the second master's words fell, there were more than a dozen unsheathed swords in the small wine shop.

"Retreat!"

Pei Dongting shouted, but he didn't hesitate at all, and he was not as simple as he looked.

Before the cheers stopped, the Tsing Yi great swordsman had already rushed forward, the person was still in mid-air, and his right hand had completed the two actions of drawing the sword and smashing down, and a giant sword was as light as a feather in his hand.

When more than a dozen yellow-clothed swordsmen heard the order, they all flew in all directions without thinking, obviously very convinced of Pei Dongting.

The small liquor shop was nothing more than a wooden plank and thatch, and it was smashed to pieces almost instantly.

If you are surrounded by iron horsemen in this narrow wine shop, it is difficult to perform even the highest swordsmanship. If there is no hostage in his hand, he deserves to be killed by random arrows.

Murong Chunxiao flew backwards at the same time as Pei Dongting jumped up, and lifted the old shopkeeper.

With a flick of her toss, the old shopkeeper flew out sideways, knocking a large hole in the wooden wall.

Murong Chunxiao tapped his toes, like a swift, and easily swept out of the hole. When I looked back, the dust was flying behind me, and the small liquor store was in ruins.

Immediately after that, there was a loud iron thud in the middle of the ruins, and the visible dust and air rose flat, and the scattered wooden planks suddenly shattered into smaller pieces, shooting out in all directions like arrows.

A white figure rose into the sky, standing firmly in place in a green coat.

The dozen or so yellow-clothed swordsmen who rushed out of the liquor store did not see the imaginary strong bows and crossbows, iron riding steel knives, only the horses tied to their own houses outside the liquor store were frightened and ran wildly.

After they were slightly stunned, they immediately turned around and wanted to surround the ruins of the wine shop and Murong Chunxiao, but they were immediately smashed by wooden blocks. Although it was not injured, it looked very embarrassed.

Murong Chunxiao reacted extremely quickly, and a layer of purple qi enveloped his body, blocking all the wooden blocks and other sundries, and the snow-white cloak was still spotless.

The old shopkeeper finally came to his senses after being smashed all over his face, yelled in horror like a ghost, got up and ran, only to be quickly forced back by a sharp sword that was annoyed and angry.

The yellow-clothed swordsmen who had completed the encirclement were silent, and they divided into three people to attack Murong Chunxiao, one stabbed the shoulder, one cut the leg, and the other wiped the throat.

Facing the tacit understanding of the three yellow-clothed people, Murong Chunxiao snorted lightly, raised his hand and wiped it, and the hairpin on the back of his head was quietly missing.

She is only the beginning of inspiration, although she has begun to conceive flying swords, but she can't control the weapon yet, and she still uses the sword technique of melee movement.

A hosta was in his hand, and the sword light flowed and surged, and a jade-colored light suddenly lit up in the pupils of the three yellow-clothed swordsmen.

Ding Ding Ding!

In just an instant, Murong Chunxiao had already fought with the three yellow clothes with one sword each, and there were three more truncated swords on the ground.

The three yellow-clothed swordsmen who were not dead with their swords in their hands staggered back, but Murong Chunxiao did not rush to kill them all.

The swordsmen of the West Lake seek the way with their swords, although there is no rule that the sword is in the door, and it is difficult for most of them to cross this hurdle.

Fortunately, because of the obvious gap in each other's realms, these three unlucky people will not despair and despair to the point of self-destruction, but they will certainly not continue to fight stubbornly.

The rest of the yellow clothes did not act rashly, waiting for the elder to make a final decision, Murong Chunxiao did not bother to pay attention to the hostility and hatred that began to diffuse in the air, and the slender five fingers of his right hand were closed, covering the jade brilliance.