Chapter 109 Toshihiko Kirin Lang of the Northern Kingdom

The tea has been cooled before the person leaves, and the tea has not cooled when the person has left. Lightly twisted and fallen flowers, finely chopped and fragrant. The wind is cool, blowing the wound at the foot of the Changbai Mountain. The wind was cool, blowing through my heart and burning slightly. The wind was cool, blowing through him and the picture was faintly yellow.

In this town, on the tower of the wild goose, the sound of the piano began to sound at some point, so melodious and clear, like a mountain spring frolicking among the green mountains, so soft and beautiful, like a colorful butterfly fluttering in a hundred flowers, so cold and noble, like a little red plum in the snow dance.

The sound of the piano is sometimes as high as a cloud, sometimes as low as a whisper, sometimes ethereal as the wind, sometimes as calm as a pine, sometimes excited, sometimes empty. The person who played the piano, the hands that plucked the strings, seemed to have a magical power, integrating their sorrows and joys, laughter and tears into the sound of the piano, making the world sad and sad.

Suddenly, the sound of the piano stopped abruptly, and both the pedestrians on the street and the guests in the restaurant all looked towards the second floor of the Hongyan Building.

"The girl is not only beautiful, but the sound of the piano is as clear and beautiful as a natural sound, I wonder if I can enjoy my face and have a drink with Xiaosheng?"

Playing the piano is a woman in white, in her early twenties, with a touch of arrogance between her eyebrows, and a coldness that rejects people thousands of miles away.

Feng Qiwu, a woman who is as proud as a phoenix, once her voice was like the wind blowing jade, and her smile rarely showed in front of people was like a water lotus blowing in the wind.

It's just that she didn't speak today, let alone laugh.

The pedestrians were interrupted by the sound of the piano, and they couldn't help but look at the person who came up to talk with some annoyance.

It was a son in a purple brocade robe, with a handsome face, affectionate eyebrows and eyes, especially the cinnabar mole at the corner of his eye, which looked extremely demonic.

He is extremely handsome, but with an inexplicable demon, different from Xia Xuehan's righteous and transcendent immortal, different from Yun Yifan's domineering and ruthless, and even Xia Lang's empty mountains and valleys are unfathomable.

Feminine, charming, these are the words that everyone came up with for the most suitable for him after thinking about it for a long time.

"Peach Blossom Boy Shen Yulang!"

I don't know who exhaled softly, and one stone stirred up a thousand waves, and almost half of the people in the entire restaurant were boiling.

"Is he Shen Yulang? the one who is only one line away from becoming one of the five little sons in the world?"

"Let me tell you quietly, his martial arts may not be weaker than the five little boys, but he is romantic, spoils many good girls, and has a bad reputation, which is ......"

Before the words were finished, a cold gaze broke through the crowd like a sharp sword and slashed over, but the eyes with charm contained endless murderous aura, and the throat of the person who was selling off seemed to be choked by an invisible big hand, and the words that were about to be said were broken, and he walked into the crowd in a gray manner.

Shen Yulang didn't lose interest at all because of those people's discussions, walked up to Feng Qiwu with a smile on his face, looked at her wantonly, and saw that Feng Qiwu seemed to have thousands of ants crawling, which made her feel uncomfortable.

"Meeting is fate, in Xiagusu Shen Yulang, can the girl tell Fang's name?" Shen Yulang saw that Feng Qiwu ignored him, and he still felt a little frustrated in his heart, how could a woman treat him like this since he walked the rivers and lakes.

"Feng Qiwu!" Feng Qiwu is a woman, thin-skinned, where can he be allowed to entangle in front of him, just hope that he will leave early, so he has to report his name in a low voice.

Who knew that Shen Yulang not only did not mean to leave, but stepped forward with a smile and grabbed a strand of Feng Qiwu's hair, sniffed it lightly, and sighed: "Feng Qiwu, a good name, a beautiful person, a beautiful name!"

Feng Qiwu glared at him in disgust, and said lightly: "I still hope that the son will be self-respecting in the public!"

In the past, he used to play the piano on the Phoenix Tower, but there was Mei Erniang behind him, who dared to be so presumptuous to her, and then came to Xia Xuehan's side, not to mention her, even a maid beside her walked outside, no one dared to be so rude.

But since she left a book to say goodbye and walked on the rivers and lakes, a weak woman has been bullied and blinded a lot.

Recently, she heard that all the people from the rivers and lakes gathered in Changbai, and she had the mentality of giving it a try, just hoping to see him in the vast sea of people and know that he was okay.

Today, I wanted to make some money by playing the piano in this Hongyan Building, but I met the notorious Peach Blossom Boy again.

"It's a small life, there are many people here, it's noisy, where is the place to talk with the girl about wine, it's better for you and me to find a quiet and secluded place......" Shen Yulang became more and more presumptuous, and one hand was already on Feng Qiwu's fragrant shoulder.

"You...... Let go of me!" Feng Qiwu didn't expect his words of warning to be misinterpreted by this playboy like this, and he was so anxious that tears were about to flow out.

She is as proud as ever, like a phoenix, she has struggled all these years, fighting in the common people, she has nothing, she can only hold on to that little arrogance, maintain the only dignity, and do not want to fall into the dust forever, it is this thought that supports her A weak woman walking alone in the rivers and lakes for so many years.

It's just that she is a woman after all, and she will be lonely, and she will long to be protected when she is bullied, and she will cry helplessly.

It's just that she also knows that that person will never appear when she needs it, and he has the person he needs to protect by his side, not her, who may have forgotten the arrogant and cold phoenix who drank the first glass of wine for him in the Phoenix Tower.

Ever since she sang the first tune in the Phoenix Tower, she knew that this life had fallen into the dust, just as she knew that leaving with that man was a road from which there was no return......

"You let go of me......"

Feng Qiwu wanted to struggle, but how could she, a weak woman who was powerless, break free from the hands of a master of the rivers and lakes.

"The girl may not know enough about it, and after you and I talk about the wine, the girl will naturally be reluctant to go down!" After speaking, the hand holding Feng Qiwu's hair was released, and slowly probed towards Feng Qiwu's beautiful cheeks.

There are many people downstairs who usually claim to be generous and righteous, but at this time, they all seem to be imprisoned by something, and they are watching, never moving, and not even supporting.

Those who are moral and anxious are just said to others, and who is willing to really take action when it is really needed.

Jianghu is a hypocritical and dirty place, and there are a few who can really be selfless and have the world in mind, and interests are always their only purpose in doing one thing.

"Let her go!"

Finally, I don't know where such cold three words came out, and everyone really heard them.

"Who?"

Shen Yulang didn't withdraw his hand, and after scanning around, he didn't find any suspicious people, thinking that he had heard it wrong, and turned his face to Feng Qiwu again.

"I said let her go, if you pretend to be deaf again, I don't mind turning you into real deaf!"

Once again, a sentence made people feel the cold of the coming of winter, which is unquestionable and irrefutable.

"Who the hell is it, come out for me!" Shen Yulang is really angry, who dares to talk to him like this so far, if it is the four princes of the Fenghua Gai Dynasty, it is just such a person who hides his head and tail.

I saw a black shadow flashing by, and before I could see the man's face clearly, a white hand had already grabbed Shen Yulang's hand on Feng Qiwu's shoulder, only to hear a scream, and the people watching the white opera downstairs had not come back to their senses, Shen Yulang had already covered his arms and fell to the ground moaning.

A man in black stood in front of Feng Qiwu with his back to the people downstairs, everyone was silent for five or six breaths, and was in an uproar, and asked in his heart, who is this person, dare to make a move on the peach blossom boy, and can knock him to the ground with one move, not to mention his martial arts cultivation, even his courage is also shocking.

It's a pity that the man in black only left them with a back that looked like a sword, and only the stunned Feng Qiwu could see his face clearly.

With sword-like eyebrows, sword-like sharp eyes, and a sword-sharpened resolute face, the whole person is like an unsheathed sword, sharp, resolute, and unstoppable.

He is naturally handsome, even if he is not as good as the two people who met in the Phoenix Tower, he also has a different temperament, when he saw Feng Qiwu, he was also surprised for a moment because of her appearance, but it was only for a moment, and then his sharp gaze fell on Shen Yulang, who was still rolling on the ground and moaning.

"The same sentence wants me to repeat both sides, you are not qualified enough!" Yun is a light sentence, but the arrogance and conceit in it is self-evident.

Contempt, the kind of disdain that the superior overlooks the ants, made Shen Yulang feel humiliated.

"You...... Who the hell are you...... Do you dare to leave your name?" Shen Yulang endured the pain of his broken arm, gritted his teeth and asked, his charming eyes were already burning with blazing fire, it was anger, it was humiliation, it was a kind of hatred that wanted to kill and then hurry.

"Mo Lin!" the man in black said lightly, looking away from him and not looking at him again.

The people downstairs watching the excitement are boiling again, maybe the name Mo Lin is not very familiar to everyone, but his other title must be like thunder in the rivers and lakes - Qilin Gongzi.

The prince of the unicorn, the northern country Junyan, Wen can raise the pen to settle the world, and Wu can set the horse.

The first person deserved to be the first of the five little boys, and the other four so arrogant people did not have the slightest objection, and gave up the name of "the first person".

He is an incomparably noble unicorn, and he is also the number one warrior under the throne of the Heavenly Emperor.

He is a well-known unicorn prince in the rivers and lakes, and he is also an undefeated unicorn general on the battlefield.

Mo Lin, a legendary figure, if it weren't for the appearance of four people who were so strong that they shouldn't have appeared in the mortal world, he would be the well-deserved first son today. Those four people are too strong, so strong that no matter how perfect you are, you will always be covered by their light, and no matter how blazing the light is, it will always seem so small.

"You...... Are you the son of a unicorn?" is not Shen Yulang, but Feng Qiwu, who is a stone's throw away.

Because Shen Yulang was so stunned that he couldn't speak at the moment, he couldn't wait to slap himself twice, if the other people of the five little sons appeared, he might be able to support dozens of moves, but when he met Mo Lin, he had no temper at all, that was the one who wanted to compete with the four princes!

Although Feng Qiwu is a dusty woman, how could she not have heard of the unicorn prince.

At that time, the leader of the Tatar tribe in the north led 100,000 troops to invade the territory, and Mo Lin only brought fifty elites to rush into the enemy camp.

The Harchi tribe, a vassal state in the west of the Liao State, had a rebellion, and the two princes each had more than 100,000 troops fighting across the Ergun River, and Mo Lin was ordered to mediate.

The hundreds of thousands of Harchi soldiers will never forget that day, the horse galloping on the endless Hulunbuir grassland, and the man in black on the horse.

He is like a god of war flying down from Mount Batu, with a bow like a full moon and arrows like shooting stars. The first two arrows pierced the helmets of the two princes, and the second two arrows shot down the banners of the Harchi tribe on both sides that had never been lowered for hundreds of years. The fifth arrow, he put it on the bow and did not shoot it, first aimed at the eldest prince, the eldest prince was so frightened that he fell off his horse, and the brave and warlike tribal cavalry behind him was in chaos, and then turned to the second prince, who hurriedly ordered the troops to retreat five miles.

At last he shot the arrow into the blue sky, perhaps out of the sky, or into the depths of the savannah. In short, it only took five arrows to bind the two rival princes to the front of the Emperor Shadow Palace, and swore that there would be no more chaos in the rest of their lives.

There are too many such brilliant achievements to count.

His prestige on the battlefield may be even greater than that of the rivers and lakes, but for some reason, the people in the rivers and lakes still gave him the title of the Five Little Princes, and made him the top of the list.

Toshihiko of the North Country, the son of Kirin.

These eight words are as heavy as Mount Tai, which makes the young generation of the rivers and lakes breathless, in the rivers and lakes, on the battlefield, he is an invincible unicorn.

"Count me Shen Yulang today, the mountains don't turn around, you and I will meet again in the future!" After all, Shen Yulang is also a famous master of the rivers and lakes, and he staggered to his feet and was about to leave after enduring the pain of his broken arm.

The people in the rivers and lakes thought that Mo Lin would push the boat down the river and let Shen Yulang leave, after all, the power behind Shen Yulang should not be underestimated, but they didn't expect his chilling killing intent to be released again, and Shen Yulang, who was about to leave, seemed to be dragged by something.

"Do I want you to leave?" Mo Lin asked coldly with a sneer on his face.

Shen Yulang was stunned for a moment, forcibly suppressed the fear in his heart, gritted his teeth and said: "Mo Lin, don't go too far, leave a line today, see you in the future, I ......"

Mo Lin raised his hand to interrupt and said coldly: "No need, I won't see you in the future." What kind of peach blossom boy, dare to say that you can be as famous as me, are you worthy?"

The cold snort was accompanied by the roaring palm wind and ran towards Shen Yulang, Shen Yulang had already broken an arm, where was his opponent, hurriedly turned around to dodge, and the other hand poked into his arms, only to see thousands of cow hair needles shooting towards Mo Lin and Feng Qiwu like rain.

"Despicable and shameless villain!" Mo Lin waved his hand and brought over a table of eight immortals, firmly protecting Feng Qiwu and himself, only to see that the dense steel needles were blocked by a single bit.

Shen Yulang took advantage of this moment and jumped downstairs, mixing in the crowd and about to flee.

Mo Lin put down the Eight Immortals Table, snorted coldly, and with a flick of his hand, he put the three cow hair needles in his hand, and without looking at his eyes, his hand waved out towards Shen Yulang in the crowd.

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