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The young man holding the umbrella swung his sword with his right hand to split a bush of thorns in front of him, and looked up at the gradually dull sky.

He muttered in a low voice, "It's not early, I must find a place to rest." ”

Looking into the distance, a dilapidated temple stands quietly in a broken wall and ruins, and the grass is barren.

Lu Bei was overjoyed, and immediately quickened his pace. After about half an hour, Lu Beibei stopped in front of the temple.

This temple is not big, there is only one large hall, it is dilapidated and desolate, and it seems to have been abandoned for a long time.

Lu Bei put away the umbrella, pushed up the old temple door, Shi Shiran, stepped into it, and was about to take a look, when he saw the scene, he was stunned.

In the hall, a bonfire crackled and burned to drive away the coolness of the rainy night.

By the bonfire, a pair of young men and women sat opposite, who were pressing the blades in their hands at this time, looking at the young man who pushed the door in with a cold expression.

"This brother, the mountain rain and the road are slippery, I don't know if I can let you stay here for one night?" Lu Bei smiled faintly.

The young man's eyebrows were firm, and he said coldly: "My brother and sister are not the masters of this place, and friends don't have to be like this. ”

Lu Bei didn't care about this man's indifferent attitude, smiled slightly, then found a corner, cleaned up, and sat down.

Removing the package and putting the umbrella aside, Lu Beifang had time to take a closer look at the young man and woman.

The young man and woman, the man of twenty-six or seventeen years of age, were of great stature, pale, and seemed to have injuries on his shoulders, and looked at the campfire in a daze, not knowing what to think.

The girl next to her was about fifteen or sixteen years old, wearing a pink Shuiluo embroidered skirt, with a white complexion, a petite figure, delicate curves, and eyebrows.

The girl was aware at this time, and when she saw Lu Bei looking at herself with a smile, she clenched the Emei thorn in her hand and glared at Lu Bei fiercely.

The beauty is angry, and the amorous is flowing.

Lu Beimian was now in a positive color, and he didn't look at it anymore, so he took out a package of cooked beef, two flatbreads, and a pot of sake from the package, and ate it.

Although Lu Bei is not a person who is faint in color, but when this person is stunning in the world, he also feels that he is beautiful and delicious.

When you are traveling in the rain, and you are hungry and thirsty, how can you not sacrifice to the temple of the five internal organs?

With the sound of the rain, coo, coo, Lu Bei drank two large sips of sake, his eyes looked at the rain and mist, and he only felt that his heart was open.

Flicked the three-foot Qingfeng, and muttered: "A glass of wine in the peach and plum spring breeze, and ten years of night rain in the rivers and lakes." ”

In my heart, I actually had a few feelings of drinking with my comrades in the smoke of war in my previous life.

"Hmph, is this season spring? It's autumn. ”

A coquettish hum accompanied by soft words sounded, Lu Bei looked back and saw the girl looking at him with contempt.

"Gollum, Gollum" A strange sound sounded, the girl blushed and glared at Lu Bei fiercely.

"Is the girl hungry? Lu Bei said with a smile.

"Who wants to eat your leftovers. The girl's face was even more annoyed, and she felt that Lu Bei's tone and expression at this time were quite hateful.

When the young man also heard this, he turned his face, looked at Lu Bei directly, and said, "This brother, do you still have wine?"

Lu Bei didn't say much, threw the wine jug in his hand, and quickly threw it at the young man.

When the young man saw this, his eyes shrank, and he immediately took the wine jug like electricity.

"For friends, Lu has always been short of wine. Lu Bei said lightly.

The young man was also not polite, raised his head and poured a sip of wine, wiped the wine beads from the corner of his mouth, and said gratefully: "Thank you, Brother Lu." With that, he reluctantly threw the flask back.

"Hmph, I'm obviously not very old, what's my spirit?" the girl snorted coldly disdainfully, as if she had a deep grudge against Lu Bei.

"Little sister, don't be rude. The young man let out a cold snort in a low voice.

He turned his head to Lu Bei and said, "My sister is stubborn, which makes Friend Lu laugh." ”

Lu Bei waved his hand, indicating that he didn't take it to heart.

Lu Bei is not a person who talks much, and the young man is a little wary of Lu Bei after all, and he has no intention of talking in depth.

The atmosphere in the temple was dull for a while, only the delicate girl, pouting, I don't know whose sulkness was born when she bowed her head.

It was getting dark, and the rain was pouring heavily.

Just when Lu Bei was going to build a bonfire to dispel the cold.

A stone's throw away from the mountain temple, five or six young men, dressed in robes and hats, holding swords in their hands, cursed in a low voice, and walked quickly in the direction of the mountain temple.

A rough man shouted loudly: "Damn, how can we let our brother have such an unlucky errand on such a clammy and cold day." ”

"Who made our Lin Shaogang leader fall in love with the daughter of the Ji family, and used all kinds of means, just for a kiss to Fangze. The tall and thin man next to him said in a hoarse voice.

"Lin Shao's gang leader, I, that waste, what else would he do besides playing with women? If it weren't for the old man in the gang to protect him, Lao Tzu would have to abolish him. When the rough man heard the name of Lin Shao's gang leader, his expression was angry, and his tone was quite excited.

"Yes, yes, Liu Sanbao, our Qingzhu Gang is the most powerful of you. Okay, right?" the tall thin man beside him sneered.

"Don't believe me, I ......"

"Enough, there is a mountain temple not far ahead, let's go in and hide from the rain first. A middle-aged Confucian who obviously looked like a ringleader interrupted the dispute between the two with a cold face.

Hearing the words of the middle-aged Confucian scholar, the two of them didn't say much, and a group of five people, carrying swords, walked towards the mountain temple.

The dilapidated temple gate of "Peng" was kicked open, and four or five people dressed in robes brought the wind and rain from outside into the mountain temple.

With a "bang", the sword came out of its sheath, emitting a cold and faint cold light.

"Slow down. The middle-aged man saw the four people around him looking at the pair of men and women in front of him with angry eyes, and waved his hand to stop him.

"Chief, what do you mean by that? The tall and thin man asked suspiciously.

The middle-aged Confucian Chong Na, who had already stood up, held a long sword, and the young man with a murderous face hugged his fists and said: "Ji Gongzi, Song has no intention of embarrassing you, it's good that we haven't seen it." ”

Ji Ling looked thoughtful, glanced deeply at the middle-aged Confucian student, and then put away the blade of the sword.

Seeing that Ji Ling put away the killing machine, the middle-aged Confucian student secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and thought in his heart: "This son, under the siege of seven gang masters, can still kill five people and seriously injure two people. Although he was also injured, this martial art was really terrifying. ”

"How can a certain family fight with him and let the young gang leader succeed. Thinking of Lin Shao's gang leader, a fierce look flashed in the eyes of the middle-aged Confucian student.

While drinking wine, Lu Bei watched with great interest this drama between enemies and hiding knives in their smiles.

The group of five immediately stopped talking, walked straight to a corner, and lit a bonfire.

The rough man suddenly found that Lu Bei was not far away, eating meat and drinking, so unhappy, and immediately strode towards Lu Bei.

He scolded in his mouth: "That kid, give the wine and meat to Lao Tzu." ”

And when the middle-aged Confucian saw this, he didn't stop it, but just looked at Lu Bei with a faint gaze.

Lu Bei sneered in his heart, but he didn't expect to be treated as a soft persimmon that could be kneaded by others.

To Lu Bei's surprise, the girl's eyes showed a hint of worry, and she looked at her brother without saying anything.

Lu Bei smiled faintly and said, "Since you want wine, you will give it to you." ”

Hearing this, the girl felt a little disappointed in her heart for some reason.

"Suddenly, ......", a wine jug was thrown, and the wine jug was menacing, with a whistling sound, and hit the rough man in the face.

Smack, a long and narrow mouth, appeared on the face of the rough man.

Red blood flowed down, and the face of the rough man was quite hideous.

"You, little brute, look for death. "Rough man, when the saber is unsheathed, it will be cut down on the head of Lu Bei.

The girl exclaimed, seeing that Lu Bei was motionless, she seemed to be stunned by fright.

Lu Bei snorted coldly, the sword light lit up, the brilliance of the practice, dazzling eyes, the last hair came first, a sword stabbed out, a blood flower bloomed, the rough man opened his eyes, stood in place, opened his mouth, wanted to say something, but couldn't say it after all, and fell to the ground.

Lu Beixing saw it, raised the sword body, and blew lightly at it, uh, the blood beads didn't blow off.

After all, it is an ordinary commodity bought for two or three dollars of silver, and it is delusional to want to do it without a drop of blood, and blow blood without a trace.

However, the swordsmanship learned from Yu Daoren's memory is quite sharp.

Lu Bei put down his sword, shook his head, and no longer dwelled on it.

From the rough man rushing out to being killed by Lu Bei with a sword, this is slow, but it actually happened in an instant.

The middle-aged Confucian saw this big change in complexion, and was about to say something. The four people behind him couldn't hold it, holding swords in their hands, and rushed towards Lu Bei with hideous faces.