The silence of death, the breath of death permeates the Sanpinxuan Teahouse. After such a thrilling fight, everyone didn't have time to come to their senses, and the handsome young man, the scholar, and the old man stood there motionless. The sword is too fast, the piano is too fast. In just an instant, there is another innocent corpse in the world, and the hooked nose of the original dragon and tiger will soon become a dry skeleton in the grave.

The hooked nose lay on the ground like a plank, his chest no longer heaving, and the blood had dried up. The teahouse was full of the pungent smell of corpse blood, and Xiao Er had long since disappeared. The three brothers of the Zeng family knelt beside the corpse of the second Zeng Junjie, and they were at a loss, and the heroic spirit when they drank tea was gone. Apparently, they were still in shock. just silently cleaned up the body of the second child and carried it out of the door together, and I didn't know where to go.

"The old gentleman can fight that demon for many rounds, and his skills are already very good, right?" the white-clothed scholar's words finally broke the deathly silence. His delicate brows revealed concern.

"Don't get in the way, don't get in the way, thanks to the two young heroes who came to the rescue, the old man was spared death for the time being, thank you. The old man reluctantly thanked him, and the fear in his eyes was not gone, and he was all lonely.

The scholar also replied: "In Xia Wu Hongwen, I came here from Suzhou to sell some yellow millet and jujubes, although it was very thrilling, but it was not worth the trip to be lucky enough to meet the two." Forgive me for being unreasonable, I want to ask the two honorific names. ”

The old man hurriedly hugged his fists and said: "Don't dare to be, the old man's surname is Zhao, Zhao, is Zhao Kuangyin's Zhao, his name is far away, and he is the twenty-sixth grandson of the founding ancestor of the Great Song Dynasty." Wu Hongwen and the handsome young man glanced at each other, it was not easy to believe but it was inconvenient to say clearly. Zhao Guangyuan continued: "I don't know how many years since my ancestors moved to Taiyuan, and I have lived in Taiyuan for more than 50 years, and no one has mentioned the name for a long time, I am afraid that I will soon be buried here. ”

The handsome young man came out of the rivers and lakes at the beginning of the year, and when he saw that everyone else had reported his name, he didn't dare to slack off, and he also hugged his fists and said: "Zhou Jinyu, who was born late, came to Taiyuan to join relatives and friends, if there is anything missing, please forgive the two masters." ”

Zhao Guangyuan's face was haggard at this time, and he was sweating, so he didn't say anything more, and after saying goodbye to the two, he leaned over and walked towards the door with staggering steps, just muttering to himself: "I'm old... Old.... "The god is extremely lonely. When he was about to go out, he turned slightly sideways and said, "The old man's family lives ten miles outside the new south gate. Before they could answer, they turned and walked out the door.

Seeing the death, the rest of the people in the house were long gone. At this time, only Zhou Jinyu and Wu Hongwen were still standing in the local area, which was inevitably a little embarrassing. Wu Hongwen asked, "Who did Brother Tai come to Taiyuan to?"

"I came to my uncle. ”

"Is that whereabouts?"

"I haven't found it yet, my mother said that I was in Xuanfu, so I went to Xuanfu to look for it, and when I arrived in Xuanfu, my uncle's friend told me in Taiyuan again, so I turned back to Taiyuan to look for it, and I just arrived yesterday and didn't ask where my uncle lived. ”

"Even so, brother Tai may not be in a hurry to find him, you and I are fortunate to meet here is really fate, when I was in Suzhou, I heard that Shanxi Fenjiu is fragrant, mellow and sweet, can be called the male of all wines. How about a few bowls of him now?"

Zhou Jinyu saw that although Wu Hongwen was dressed as a scholar, he could not hide his heroic spirit, and when he saw that he said so earnestly, he readily agreed.

At this point, the rain gradually stopped. Although the street of Liuxiang is full of mist, it is washed away by the rain, showing prosperity, and the moist air soaks people's hearts and makes people refreshed. The two walked out along the bluestone street not far away, and saw a two-story small building in the mist, the plaque with gold on the black background was particularly eye-catching, the dark yellow guise at the door was inlaid with a big word "wine", and there were more than ten big wine jars with big bellies and poop next to them. The two of them thought of one place, so they stepped in and went up to the second floor, bypassing an emerald green screen, and picking up a place to sit next to the window.

Peanuts soaked in old vinegar, mutton blood tofu, Shanxi oily pork, Pingyao beef, and braised meat mutton soup soon filled the black lacquered mahogany square table, and a jar of Xinghuacun Fenjiu was placed on the empty stool next to the table.

Fill two large bowls of wine and drink them all. A bite of Pingyao beef is still unfinished.

Wu Hongwen touched his mouth and put the bowl on the table: "Good wine!"

Zhou Jinyu filled it again: "Drink again!"

The two seemingly weak young knights were actually heroic, and they drank seven or eight bowls in succession, and a jar of wine was soon empty. So another altar was continued, and the two began to chat. Looking out the window after the rain, the crowd began to bustle in Willow Lane.

Willow Lane, an old commercial street. It is prosperous, prosperous to the point that there are all department stores, shops are lined up, one after another; It is lively, so lively that the flow of people is bustling, rubbing shoulders one after another, and there is an endless stream; It's old, so old that no one can tell what dynasty or generation it came out of. As for why this street is called Willow Lane, it seems to have become a mystery, and it is difficult to find the true meaning.

At this time, a group of people came from the direction of Liunan, and eight stout men wearing black clothes, black boots, and red ropes around their waists were carrying a large sedan chair with flower curtains across the street. There were two other people walking in front of the team, the first one on the left was about 40 years old, and he was only 1.4 meters tall due to his hunchback. The first man on the right is a tall man with a fierce face, thirty years old, even if he sits upstairs, he can still see the deep scars and ravines on his face, and the left eye socket is black and empty.

Pedestrians on the street are hiding far away. Only a tall, well-built young man was at the head of the group. He was dressed in a coarse cloth jacket with a pair of mille-feuille bottoms under his feet, and he walked very slowly, as if he was thinking about something. Soon the team carrying the sedan chair came up, and the one-eyed scar-faced man shouted, "Little brute, get out!"

The relatives didn't seem to hear it, and they still walked very slowly. The one-eyed Scarface was also a violent temper, and he immediately flew up and kicked the young man in the ass fiercely. The young man was defenseless, and after this kick, he flew straight forward several feet, and fell heavily to the ground, covered in muddy water. But he quickly stood up, his sword eyebrows furrowed, his stubborn cheeks trembling slightly, and he stood in place with his fists clenched and stared at the one-eyed scarface.

"Don't get out of here!" said One-Eyed Scarface angrily.

The young man was still glaring at the one-eyed scarred face, and he didn't say a word.

"Look for death!" The one-eyed scarface rushed straight in front of the young man with an arrow step, like lightning. One move, two dragons playing with pearls, as eager as a flying falcon, straight into the eyes of young people. The young man didn't parry, and his clenched hammer-like fist went straight to the throat of the one-eyed Scarface, which was a deadly fight. The one-eyed scarface didn't dare to be unguarded, he saw that the move changed quickly, and his fingers turned into palms in front of his throat and took the punch like a tiger. The punch that was full of the strength of his whole body was blocked back, and the young man couldn't help but take two steps back, and this surprise was not small! He felt an internal force that was several times stronger than his own. Before he could think about it, the one-eyed Scarface's moves hit like a tide again, and the palm and fingering were switched freely. The young man only felt dazzled, and it was gradually difficult to parry. Suddenly, his chest was stuffy, and he had already been hit by the one-eyed scarred face, only to feel that all his internal organs were rolling, and a salty taste spurted in his throat "Wow" and spurted a mouthful of blood, this palm was extremely powerful, if there was no strong internal force, I am afraid that he would have died on the spot. The one-eyed scarred face did not allow the young man to rest for a moment, and his palm turned into a claw to attack the young man's throat. The three fingers of the iron hook were separated by a wooden fan. Wu Hongwen didn't know when he had jumped down from the upper floor to rescue him, but if he was slow for a moment, there would be an extra blood hole in the young man's throat. The one-eyed Scarface was stunned to see that a white-clothed scholar was so young that he could separate this claw in an understatement.

Wu Hongwen said: "You have to be forgiving and forgiving, besides, Your Excellency is so domineering, how can you have to kill this brother?"

The one-eyed scarface scolded: "Lao Tzu can't understand the bird language of you, little Lao Jiu, fuck you." "Let's talk about it, and the dark luck will attack Wu Hongwen.

"Stop!" a crisp voice came from the sedan chair.