A man in red was like a red glow, and when he saw the light flash, he stood beside an empty table and leaned there. said that it is a man, but in fact it is a little more feminine than a woman, I don't know how many women will be jealous of a face, and the already beautiful face is covered with thick powder, as white as a piece of paper.

The cinnabar mole the size of a grain of rice at the corner of the right eye is like an agate embedded in it, adding a bit of charm, if it weren't for the Adam's apple, I would almost think he was a woman.

It was the sick Pan Anguan Xiaokui, that beautiful man, five years, the years have not carved too many traces on his face, he is still charming, giving people a sense of femininity and déjà vu.

Guan Xiaokui held a pink silk handkerchief in her hand, covered her nose lightly, and a pair of peach blossom eyes swept over the guests one by one, and finally her eyes stopped on the face of the fortune teller.

He walked to the old man's side with small steps, gave a gentle salute, and said, "The old man admired what he said just now, and I don't know if I can move to talk to the master below." His views on the situation in this world are quite similar to those of my father-in-law, and we will definitely be able to meet each other and have a long talk!"

The delicate voice made the fortune teller frown, and he was a little disgusted with this person who was neither male nor female, and said coldly: "Which side of the force are you?"

Faced with such a straightforward question from the fortune teller, Guan Xiaokui was stunned for a moment, and he didn't know how to answer for a while. But after all, the rivers and lakes are rich in experience, and they immediately eased up, and said: "I'll know when my husband sees the owner of the family, I don't know if my husband can appreciate his face?"

"Treacherous and treacherous, greedy wolf. This kind of person will squeeze every cent of the value of the people around him, and then ruthlessly throw it away, you better stay away from him, so as not to make mistakes!" The fortune teller had no intention of going with him, drank the remaining half of the wine in the wine glass, dropped a few copper plates, picked up the bamboo pole and was about to leave.

Guan Xiaokui just wanted to say something to stay, but found that his body was out of control, he wanted to speak, but his mouth couldn't make any sound, and he wanted to reach out to stop it, but he found that his hands couldn't move at all, and his feet seemed to have taken root on the ground, and he couldn't move a bit.

The fortune teller passed by him, and at that moment, a sentence seemed to appear in his mind out of thin air, "The three-legged stand is a balance, if it is easily broken, the people of the world will be in dire straits." The old man doesn't want to be a sinner for the ages, you just don't want to be an old man who never appears!"

Although Guan Xiaokui's body couldn't move, his thoughts were still his own, and the words that appeared in his mind out of thin air scared his soul and trembled.

When he came to his senses, the white-clothed old man had long since disappeared, as if he had never appeared. And Guan Xiaokui also found that her stiff body gradually recovered freely, but the other guests were drinking and chatting as if nothing had happened, but they didn't know the undercurrent of Fang Cai.

Fine beads of sweat oozed from Guan Xiaokui's smooth forehead, he slightly cocked his orchid fingers, gently wiped off the sweat, and his cherry lips breathed a long sigh of relief.

The old man was like a big mountain, he couldn't breathe, and it was the first time in his life that he had met such an unfathomable person, even in front of his master, he didn't have this feeling of suffocation.

Guan Xiaokui sat slumped on the chair, her slender and white index finger tapped on the tabletop, and said angrily: "What about tea, everyone is dying of thirst, and there is no one to serve tea and water, what kind of eyesight?"

The guests in the room rolled their eyes at him, but any normal man was disgusted when he saw his posture.

"A big man wants to be like a girl, not disgusting!" a clear voice came from the beam.

Everyone felt a burst of joy at the same time, and looked up at the beam, only to see a man in black leaning on the beam. The young man is twenty-four or five years old, his eyes are like stars, his eyes are like jade, and he holds a purple bamboo in his hand.

Guan Xiaokui frowned, it seems that he met another master today, although this young man is not very old, but his martial arts are actually good, he has been here for so long and he didn't even notice that he was staying on the beam.

"Who dares to talk to me like that?" Guan Xiaokui raised his hand, stood up, a pair of phoenix eyes were not angry and arrogant, and slapped the black-clothed young man lightly with one palm.

I saw that the black-clothed young man's figure flickered, and he turned lightly on the beam of the room, avoiding the true qi that spewed out. Guan Xiaokui's weak palm, but the internal strength mixed with it was extremely deep, only to hear the sound of "click", and the beam of the house that one person couldn't hold together was actually broken.

"Run!"

I don't know who shouted, and the guests in the room suddenly woke up and ran outside one after another.

There was a loud "boom", and a wine shop fell to the ground with a bang, and the full audience of drinkers scattered as birds and beasts.

When the smoke and dust dispersed, a black-clothed young man stood on top of the ruins, with a majestic and chic spirit, holding a bamboo flute in his hand.

Guan Xiaokui raised the embroidered handkerchief to cover her mouth and nose, looked at the black-clothed young man with hatred in her eyes, and after a long time, she said slowly: "Your Excellency is the son of Zixiao, Yang Xiao?"

The black-clothed young man just raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and did not answer, which was equivalent to acquiescing to Guan Xiaokui's question. Guan Xiaokui was shocked, secretly raised her true anger in the palm of her hand, and raised her twelve-point vigilance to always guard against the young man opposite.

In recent years, the most famous in the rivers and lakes are none other than the four princes, but in addition to the four princes, there are also five little sons. These five people may not lose to the four princes in terms of martial arts talents, but the light of the four princes is too blazing, and their peers are humbled in front of them, no matter how perfect they are.

The five little sons have been writing the myth of the rivers and lakes in recent years, and they have also fought their way out of their own place in this troubled era. Despite this, the strength of their martial arts is undoubted, and if they fight in this troubled world for a few more years, they will inevitably become giants.

And Yang Xiao, the son of Zixiao, is one of the five little sons, a long flute traverses the world, and a sharp sword cuts through the abyss.

If it weren't for those four huge mountains pressing on his head, he would have been the most amazing person in the world.

"Are you a member of the Western Emperor?" Yang Xiao asked in a deep voice without changing his face.

"It seems that Zixiao Gongzi cares about people very much, I guessed it!" Guan Xiaokui changed her ferocity, covered her lips lightly, and said with a coquettish smile.

Yang Xiaojian's eyebrows tightened, and he scolded: "What are you doing here?

"Ouch, this is really wronged, people just want to take advantage of this spring to come to Jiangnan for a walk, how can the son be so wronged!" Guan Xiaokui pointed slightly and said angrily.

"You demon, no matter why you came, I won't be able to tolerate you today!" Yang Xiao's voice did not fall, and the long flute in his hand was like a sharp sword, and it had suddenly forced in front of Guan Xiaokui.

Although Guan Xiaokui looked extremely delicate, at this moment, a different aura emanated from him, and it was a little biting cold.

The embroidered handkerchief in his hand was gently stuffed into his waist, and the pair of jade hands had changed more than ten techniques in the blink of an eye.

"Smack!"

With a clear sound, the menacing long flute had been resisted by a green jade finger, impartial. In the next moment, before Yang Xiao could come back to his senses, the jade hand had already slid down the long flute, changed the thirty-six ways to grab it, and forced Yang Xiao.

That Yang Xiao is not easy to match, stepping on Tiangang, a few inches to the right, but his left hand is towards a few big points on Guan Xiaokui's body.

Guan Xiaokui's eyebrows tightened, but if he hit an acupuncture point, it would be a catastrophe, with a light scream, he opened a move "White Crane Bright Wings", and with one arm, he slid towards the reeds behind him.

Although this is a very common trick in the rivers and lakes, it is as chic as flowing water in his life, although it is a little delicate, but it is also a little more charming.

Yang Xiao slapped his palm into the air, but the sharp palm wind was castrated, and he followed Guan Xiaokui. I saw that his feet were a little on the ground, and he rose straight up a few feet, avoiding the wind in his palm, and stood on a canopy of reeds.

But seeing that both of them had stood on the reeds, and there was a person standing on the soft reed pole without the slightest bend, such light feats were also shocking.

The palm wind swept by, and I saw that there seemed to be a tsunami in the reeds, the reeds shook, and the reeds were full of flowers, as if it had snowed.

"Zixiao Gongzi is a good palmist, admire and admire!" Guan Xiaokui covered her mouth and chuckled, her red robe was like a burning flame in the reeds, which was particularly dazzling.

"Then take me again!"

Yang Xiao's voice did not fall, but he had already deceived himself in front of Guan Xiaokui, and the long flute was pinned to his waist. Between the strokes of his hands, he has already hooked the strong wind in all directions, only to feel that the ears are whirring, and the reeds in the sky are converging into rivers, lakes and seas, and converging into a sky full of stars rushing towards Guan Xiaokui.

Guan Xiaokui looked at the waves of reeds approaching from all directions, not afraid at all, the orchid fingers were slightly upturned, and a fiery red silk shot out of the sleeve. The two red silk are like fire dragons out of the hole, and they can burn the whole world between the dances, and the two red silk are dancing in the air, more and more, faster and faster......

"Dragon Nine Days!"

The blazing breath came to his face, Yang Xiao could even smell a faint scorching smell, and in a trance, he saw that the fire dragon not far in front of him was roaring towards him, and the dragon's claws could tear him apart with a single dance, and make him turn into dust in this scorching heat wave in an instant.

Yang Xiao took out the long flute from her waist and held it in her hand obliquely, the black clothes danced without wind, and the hunting gang wind tore the red silk shot by Guan Xiaokui, and strangled the red silk alive.

In the next moment, he moved, and the long flute was held in his hand like a sword, cold and spitting, stirring the sky full of reeds.

I saw him pointing at Guan Xiaokui, his knees bent slightly, and suddenly his left foot stepped back to the tip of the reed flower, and his body jumped forward quickly, and in the blink of an eye, he reached Guan Xiaokui's eyes, and the purple bamboo flute stabbed at his chest.

At this critical moment, Guan Xiaokui was calm, took a small step to the left with her right foot, hooked the red silk to separate Yang Xiao's forced long flute, and hit him in the chest with a palm of her right hand, Yang Xiao immediately swung out her left palm, and with a bang, both of them were shocked by the power of each other's palms.

The two of them floated backwards at the same time, like a kite with a broken string, and after standing firmly, Yang Xiao instantly glared back with his left foot, turned his wrist, and took advantage of the situation to quickly stab Guan Xiaokui's eyebrows, heart, and thigh roots three times before he stood still. Guan Xiaokui's heart tightened, it was too fast, there was reality in these three places, no matter which one was blocked, the other party would inevitably change his moves, and he would definitely be seriously injured at that time.

Guan Xiaokui is also an old Jianghu for many years, and after a short period of distraction, the red silk flying all over the sky gathered in front of him in an instant to form a shield.

The red cloth shield is like a wall of blood, as if it imprisons time and space.

Guan Xiaokui was secretly proud in his heart, this shield is both rigid and soft, no matter how good your martial arts are, you don't want to break this cloth shield in one move.

But after a few breaths, Yang Xiao's move was not seen, it stands to reason that a master of this level only needs half a breath to reach his eyes, but now he is ......

Guan Xiaokui wondered for a while, could it be that Yang Xiao withdrew halfway, and he also wanted to take back the cloth shield, but as soon as this thought appeared, he felt that a continuous internal strength seeped through the cloth shield, like water seeping into the sand, and he couldn't resist it at all.

In the next moment, Guan Xiaokui shot out like an offline arrow, fell into the reeds, and lay on the ground coughing up blood, and her already snow-white face turned even whiter.

He staggered to his feet, his face full of surprise, "Jade Xiao swordsmanship, Wudang silk strength, how can it be, how can you ......" For a while, the blood surged and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

Yang Xiao also fell to the ground, and slowly walked forward, his body was surrounded by true qi, and the reeds on both sides of the place he walked fell one after another, automatically branching out a way.

"Wudang nameless son Ye Qianyu is my brother, Wudang Miansi Jin will naturally be able to do it!"

Yang Xiao's words had already reached Guan Xiaokui's eyes, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and a palm was slapped, as if three thousand monks and Buddhas were singing, and the reeds around him turned into smashes, revealing a vacant space with a radius of three or four feet.

Guan Xiaokui knew that he was invincible, so he turned around and ran, his willow waist fell slightly, he shook out four or five zhang, stood on the tip of the reed, and performed the kung fu of flying on the grass with light skills, and fled into the distance.

Yang Xiao sneered and chased after him, and the two chased after each other in the reeds, and ran through two or three miles in a blink of an eye.

Suddenly, Guan Xiaokui stopped by a small pavilion near the river, and let the river wind blow his hair without moving. Yang Xiao hesitated for a while, and stopped three or five feet away from Guan Xiaokui, and looked at it, it turned out that there was a person standing in the pavilion with his back to him, also dressed in red, standing with a sword in his hand.

This book was first published in Reading Books