Chapter 91: Mysterious Swordsman: Brotherhood!

In the spring of March, everything is full of flowers, the spring breeze is all over the field, and the banks of the river are green!

Originally, it was the season to enjoy the mountains and rivers, and in the German city, the grand event that should have ended, because of the public trial, and the excitement and noise continued, and the martial arts people from the counties and counties in the three states also rushed to come.

The triennial martial arts conference in the four eastern states, in the past, was more of a formality, and well-known people from various factions met and met, and that's it, but now, because of the Shizhen bloody case and the martial arts trial, all kinds of things are operating rapidly.

The night before March 15, in front of the Xi family's courtroom, there was still a lot of mourning, and in the tent that was erected, there were good coffins, and some women wept incessantly. The white-haired old woman burst into tears, and the white-haired person sent the black-haired person, which was a tragic thing in the world, not to mention that the murderer has not yet fallen into the legal net.

Although it is said that tomorrow will be the public trial of the murderer, at this moment, the murderer may have already fled to other states, and I don't know when he will be arrested?

In the depths of the back garden, there is also a cry, this cry is like a cry, the liver and intestines are broken, but it is like a yellow bird, naturally with a beautiful, intoxicating voice, even if you don't see it, just hearing its voice, you already know that it must be a beautiful, amorous woman.

A man's voice full of pity sounded softly at this time: "Miss Jiaojiao, you don't have to worry, that thief surnamed Yi will definitely not be able to escape the law. ”

The woman's voice, which was as pleasant as a nightingale, sad as a dream but as ethereal as a silk bamboo, sounded softly, full of pitiful sadness: "I'm not worried, but I can't forgive myself, if it weren't for me, Xi Gongzi wouldn't have gone to see the traitor, I hurt him, it's all my fault." ”

The sound of sobbing cries, the tears of those who hear them, the sadness of those who see them, and even the night becomes like a fog, full of silent lamentation.

The man said righteously: "You can't say that, Miss Jiaojiao, you are the victim of that little traitor, and Cousin Zhongwen is chivalrous when he sees injustice and captures the murderer with righteousness." It's that little traitor who is despicable and cruel, how can he blame Miss Jiaojiao?"

The woman cried, "If I had accepted my fate earlier and allowed myself to be killed by him, instead of trying to escape from his clutches with my sister, I would not have killed Xi Gongzi." I was defiled by that traitor, I was already a ruined flower, and if I died, I would die, it was nothing, Xi Gongzi had a bright future, but I was affected, I really ...... I'm really ......."

Choked up and couldn't speak.

Hearing her almost heart-breaking cry, the man felt pain in his heart, suddenly hugged her tightly, and said resolutely: "Jiaojiao, you just have to rest assured, not only my cousin will protect you, but I will also protect you well, I will never let you suffer again, I will never let you be bullied by that little traitor again." ”

The woman raised her head in the night, the pear blossoms brought dew, I saw pity, that beautiful face, even the bleak night could not erase its brilliance, the flow of waves turned, the crisp state was seductive, and even the mourning music outside at this moment, it seemed to have become a lingering fairy music.

She was desolate and desolate: "The eldest young master ......" wants to refuse and welcome, and there is an irresistible anger in the fairy-like flawless dignifiedness. The man suddenly shook her to the ground, and the unbearable sound quietly rose and fell in the mourning of the garden.

After a long time, the crying outside was still there, and in the back garden, the woman quietly wiped her tears and said: "The little woman's broken body is not worthy of the favor of the eldest young master......

The man said softly: "Jiaojiao, don't worry, I will definitely marry you, I will definitely be good to you for the rest of my life, and I will never let you down." ”

The woman's silky sound was as beautiful as bamboo, and it was full of guilt in the coquettish voice that could make every man intoxicated: "However, Xi Gongzi's bones are not cold, and we ...... How can I be worthy of him?"

The man said: "You just have to rest assured about this, it has nothing to do with Jiaojiao, I and Zhongwen are brothers, this revenge will not be avenged, I will not be a man, that little traitor surnamed Yi, I will not let him go no matter what......"

In the dark room, love and sorrow are intertwined, sorrow and sorrow fly together, spring flowers bloom, and the earth contains spring.

A few miles away, in the depths of the official mansion, the state pastor Xi Yinghui had a headache to deal with all kinds of things in his hands.

Nominally, although he is the biggest official in the city, but in today's world, most of the magistrates everywhere have positions but no powers, and he is more of an official who is just in name.

Originally, it was the joint name of the various major factions and families in the mansion, so that the court rewarded it, no matter what things were handled, it was natural to strive to balance the interests of each faction and family, and to put it mildly, whether he could be in this position or not depends on the backstage of the court, but whether the distribution and maintenance of their respective interests by the major families in the state are satisfied.

"Martial arts trial!" he sighed helplessly.

The Yuding Qinghong Sect, the Pear Flower Pavilion, the Whale Sect and other major famous sects in the Eastern Four Prefectures have already decided on the matter, and if you ask him for his opinion again, what opinion can he have? What other opinions does he dare to have?

"Master!" said his wife, who moved in with the ginseng soup.

Xi Yinghui took the ginseng soup, thought about it, and said, "Is Cheng'er back?"

Mrs. said: "Cheng'er is still in the second master's house, these days, he has been helping over there, and he hasn't been home for a few days." ”

Xi Yinghui nodded with satisfaction: "Although Cheng'er and Zhongwen are cousins, their relationship has always been not harmonious in the past, and they can't imagine that between life and death, they can see the truth." On weekdays, seeing him idle all day long, relying on his own background, not doing his job, I don't know how many times I have talked about him, I can't imagine that something really happened, but he is still reliable. ”

Madame said: "Of course, no matter what, they are brothers!"

Xi Yinghui was quite comforted by his son, who had been somewhat unscrupulous in the past, finally became reliable at a critical moment.

After drinking the ginseng soup, the lady withdrew, and it was already midnight, so she went to rest first.

Xi Yinghui had also finished dealing with the affairs in hand, and after tidying up, he was about to leave the study, and suddenly, the moonlight and starlight outside the window seemed to be retreating into the distance, and he walked forward, but the door could not be reached.

He panicked in his heart, and shouted loudly, trying to summon the guards in the house, and the voice seemed to echo in a small, enclosed space. Obviously he didn't leave the study, but at this moment, he seemed to be at the bottom of the mysterious abyss, and in front of him, the sword light was like a scorching sun, surging like a mountain and a sea.

"Who is it?" he wiped a cold sweat.

Now it is an eventful time, his mansion is also heavily guarded, and his study is under heavy protection. However, the person who came actually cut off all his contact with the outside world with a mysterious sword light, and the soldiers and guards who were obviously not far away couldn't even hear his shouts.

When did such a master appear in the German city?

The cold sweat on his forehead was wiped more and more......