Li Wenshuo was wrong about this, these things were not made by those imperial chefs in the palace, but Liu Ye sent someone to buy them at the early shop on the side of Vermilion Bird Avenue.

But even if he knew, Li Wenshuo would be very indifferent, at most he would patronize the early shop in the past two days.

Naturally, it is not suitable to drink alcohol in the morning, but after breakfast, Li Wenshuo walked into the kitchen with a little tiptoe, turned over the beam of the house, took off a jar of peach blossom wine, filled the wine gourd on his waist, and Shi Shiran went out.

Appreciating chrysanthemums is an elegant thing, he thinks that he has nothing to do with himself, just come to this Chang'an City to have a good look, I have to say, Chang'an City is a very traditional and lively ancient capital.

Not far away, there were circles of people gathered around, but looking at the cheers of the people, it shouldn't be such a troublesome thing as executing the prisoners after the autumn, and it wasn't time yet.

Li Wenshuo took two steps forward, only to see a high platform in front of him, on which there was a white-clothed boy, wearing a long sword at his waist, and a small and precious bright moon pendant fell under the hem of his shirt, his face was like a carving, and his angular face was handsome and abnormal.

Lu Zhaolin is the youngest son of Lu Guogong's family, of course, he is now twenty years old, and he thinks that when he was in Yehua City, Li Wenshuo beat his brother Lu Qianyuan when he was drunk.

But this kind of thing, Hou Ye naturally can't remember.

Lu Zhaolin doesn't remember either, although when he was at home, he and that brother could be regarded as brothers, friends and brothers, but unlike that gentleman's younger brother, he showed a very outstanding talent in calligraphy, painting, military and even martial arts since he was a child, and he was the core of the Lu family, a family of thousands of generations.

It can be said that the Lu family will all rely on him for the next hundred years.

For this reason, he is also under a lot of pressure, and this time standing on this martial arts arena and challenging heroes from all walks of life is also the arrangement of the family, in order to increase the momentum of the family.

Although this kind of thing seemed to him to be really boring, he couldn't stand his father's repeated admonitions.

There is no way, in such a big family, for the sake of the family, even the life of the head of the family can be sacrificed, not to mention just a little thought in his heart, no one will care.

However, I stood on this scene for a long time, and there were a lot of people who made a fuss, and no one dared to come up.

If you think about it carefully, after a little inquiry, everyone knows who they are, the little son of Lu Guogong's family, in his early twenties, is a master who has reached the consummation of Xianfeng, and who will come up when he is idler.

Don't say you can't win, even if you really win, your reputation is a little earned, but if you offend the Guogong Mansion, that's a big sin.

But he wasn't worried, he just stood so calmly, with the autumn breeze blowing in his face, refreshing and quite comfortable.

There are many people in Liyang, and there are not a few rangers who gather in Chang'an City, and it is not impossible for them to have their own courage and want to make a name.

No, there is a man who deftly turned over to the stage with a mountain axe, and he looked average, but he was born with five big and three thick.

After coming to power, with a little fist hug, he reported to his family, saying that he was a martial artist from the rivers and lakes, and he came to Chang'an today to see the sword of the son of the Lu family, how is it?

As soon as these words came out, the people were full of applause.

Saying that, the two of them opened their posture and moved their hands, but Li Wenshuo shook his head helplessly, and said in his heart that this is beautiful, but it is completely inconsistent with your positioning as a mountain villager.

The shot is the realm of Xianfeng, a big axe is a bit of sword energy, which is really slanderous, but the people see it lively, and they only feel that the sword qi is flying, the sword light and sword shadow, it is very exciting, who cares if he is fake or not?

Lu Zhaolin also frowned, he could see that the man in front of him should be a master, and he should be practicing swords, but now it seems to be rumbling, but it is full of flaws.

With his intelligence, he saw a little bit of the way in an instant, sighed helplessly in his heart, and danced a sword flower, forcing forward a dozen steps in an instant, and cutting out hundreds of swords.

The big axe man was unharmed, but he was forced off the stage by his sword.

Little Grandpa Lu was chic and casual, and the cheers from the audience were even better, but Lu Zhaolin felt disgraceful, his face was feverish, and he said in his heart What is the matter.

Although Xue Renhai and Li Fugui had long been clear about this matter, they also opened their mouths in shock when they looked at the sword light flying up and down in Lu Zhaolin's hand, as well as the afterimage brought up by the figure swimming, and cheered below.

Liu Shan also suppressed the urge to try in his heart, although the current environment is very suitable for his original intention of making a name for himself in the martial arts, but the opponent only has the Xianfeng realm, and he doesn't want to win.

In contrast, Li Wenshuo, who was on the other side of the ring, nodded, his eyesight was better than that of Liu Shan, and the last move could be seen that the man with the big axe was also unexpected.

It can be said that Lu Zhaolin's victory was not mixed with water at all.

Even the man with the big axe laughed, with a stupid face, and bowed to Lu Gongzi on the stage, then turned around and disappeared into a small alley, threw away the axe, replaced it with a heavy sword, and went to the steward of the Lu family to receive the reward.

Lu Zhaolin thought that this was the end of the matter, so he put his sword into the sheath and wanted to step down.

But at this time, the flow of people watching the battle parted like a tide, and automatically gave way to a road.

Lu Zhaolin frowned, people got out of the way, it was subconscious, but not willingly, feeling the cold killing intent, looking along the road, I saw a tall man in black and a hat slowly stepping onto the stage.

Looking at the iron mask on the face of the man in black, although Lu Zhaolin didn't dare to underestimate it, he was not afraid, and said with a smile: "With an iron mask on a sunny day and daytime, is Your Excellency unable to see people, or is he too ugly?"

As soon as these words came out, no one thought it was too much, and they were not competing on stage, they were not competing in the rivers and lakes, they were here to earn fame, who didn't say a few words that ridiculed and looked down on their opponents.

But the man on the other side just clasped his fists between his chests, lowered his head slightly, and didn't seem to even look at him, just stood there.

Li Wenshuo looked at the world's second killer on the field, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he said softly: "It's a little interesting." ”

Lu Zhaolin also snorted coldly, the long sword came out of the sheath, and let out a loud sword groan, and the cold sword qi was released more than ten feet, and it was in front of the butcher in an instant.

The butcher did not use the terrifying body protection qi to block and forcibly use the realm to crush the opponent, but stretched out a hand and pinched the tip of Lu Zhaolin's sword with two fingers.

No matter how restless the sword qi was, he still couldn't escape the shackles of those two fingers.

But the more it is, the more shocking it becomes.

Lu Zhaolin's pupils shrank, and he suddenly saw the big gap between the two, he didn't want to fight, and wanted to withdraw after flying to admit defeat, after all, in the face of a master in the realm of grandmasters, let him use all means, and in the end, it was nothing more than a joke.

But probably a little impatient, the butcher didn't give Lu Zhao a chance to retreat and admit defeat after flying, and his body moved forward like a shapeshift, and it was a trick of Lu Xiaogong, who was colliding with the mountain, vomiting blood and flying downside down the stage.

A group of evil slaves were so shocked that they hurriedly stepped forward to help the young master who vomited blood, although the injury was not serious, but where did this group of minions know so much, they only knew that they all vomited blood, if the young master had a little mistake, they all had to follow it.

But before they could shout and curse, they were squeezed out by the crowd of onlookers, and the cheers were like waves, wave after wave.

The butcher still didn't say a word, just stood in the ring, and didn't leave, as if waiting for the next challenger.

The sound of the wind blowing and falling from the treetops mingled, and the air was filled with a scorching murderous aura, unscrupulous, and gradually, even the surrounding movement was reduced.

The butcher was so independent of the high platform, so near West Street, all the people who watched him quieted down, like a knife in their throats, and subconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

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Summary of this chapter Li Wenshuo was wrong about this, these things were not made by those imperial chefs in the palace, but Liu Ye sent people to buy them at the early shop on the side of Zhuque Avenue.

But even if he knew, Li Wenshuo would be very indifferent, at most he would patronize the early shop in the past two days.

Naturally, it is not suitable to drink alcohol in the morning, but after breakfast, Li Wenshuo walked into the kitchen with a little tiptoe, turned over the beam of the house, took off a jar of peach blossom wine, filled the wine gourd on his waist, and Shi Shiran went out.

Appreciating chrysanthemums is an elegant thing, he thinks that he has nothing to do with himself, just come to this Chang'an City to have a good look, I have to say, Chang'an City is a very traditional and lively ancient capital.

Not far away, there were circles of people gathered around, but looking at the cheers of the people, it shouldn't be such a troublesome thing as executing the prisoners after the autumn, and it wasn't time yet.

Li Wenshuo took two steps forward, only to see a high platform in front of him, on which there was a white-clothed boy, wearing a long sword at his waist, and a small and precious bright moon pendant fell under the hem of his shirt, his face was like a carving, and his angular face was handsome and abnormal.

Lu Zhaolin is the youngest son of Lu Guogong's family, of course, he is now twenty years old, and he thinks that when he was in Yehua City, Li Wenshuo beat his brother Lu Qianyuan when he was drunk.

But this kind of thing, Hou Ye naturally can't remember.

Lu Zhaolin doesn't remember either, although when he was at home, he and that brother could be regarded as brothers, friends and brothers, but unlike that gentleman's younger brother, he showed a very outstanding talent in calligraphy, painting, military and even martial arts since he was a child, and he was the core of the Lu family, a family of thousands of generations.

It can be said that the Lu family will all rely on him for the next hundred years.

For this reason, he is also under a lot of pressure, and this time standing on this martial arts arena and challenging heroes from all walks of life is also the arrangement of the family, in order to increase the momentum of the family.

Although this kind of thing seemed to him to be really boring, he couldn't stand his father's repeated admonitions.

There is no way, in such a big family, for the sake of the family, even the life of the head of the family can be sacrificed, not to mention just a little thought in his heart, no one will care.

However, I stood on this scene for a long time, and there were a lot of people who made a fuss, and no one dared to come up.

If you think about it carefully, after a little inquiry, everyone knows who they are, the little son of Lu Guogong's family, in his early twenties, is a master who has reached the consummation of Xianfeng, and who will come up when he is idler.

Don't say you can't win, even if you really win, your reputation is a little earned, but if you offend the Guogong Mansion, that's a big sin.

But he wasn't worried, he just stood so calmly, with the autumn breeze blowing in his face, refreshing and quite comfortable.

There are many people in Liyang, and the rangers gathered in Chang'an City are not there