Yan Wushuang saw that Ren Wandering was absent-minded, strange and angry, but after thinking about it, there were many people here, and it was not a place to speak, so he put away the book and said: "Tang Ling, let's go!" At the same time, he gave Tang Ling a look, Tang Ling smiled, touched Ren Wandering with his elbow and said, "Brother Ren, let's go back to the inn!"

Ren Piaoping let out an 'oh' sound, got up and paid for the meal. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

As soon as the three of them turned around, they saw the elder of the Earthquake Gang, the 'Iron Mask Judge' Feng Wuji, and the head manager Ji Changshan hurrying towards them from the front of the Confucius Temple.

Ren Wandering didn't have the heart to see anyone at the moment, let alone someone from the Heaven-Shaking Gang, so she turned her back immediately, but she already heard Ji Changshan's angry voice in her ears: "Ren Shaoxia!

Ren Piaoping smiled helplessly, so she had to turn around, Feng Wuji and Ji Changshan were already in front of her, Ren Piaoping hugged her fists and said lazily: "Brother Ji, Senior Feng, it's really a place not to meet in life!" After a greeting, Ji Changshan looked at Tang Ling and smiled: "This girl is ......" Before Ren Piaoping could speak, Tang Ling had already saluted the two of them separately, and said, "Little girl Tang Ling!"

Ji Changshan's face was shocked and delighted, and he said, "Tang Ling, the seventh girl of the Tang Sect?"

Yan Wushuang and Ren Piaoping nodded at the same time, Tang Lingshui's eyes flashed, and he said in surprise: "You know me?"

Although Ji Changshan has always been calm and sophisticated, at this moment, the words 'little sister-in-law' flashed in his mind, and he still had a trace of panic in his expression, and said: "Doom...... In the ...... of the Lower Ki Changshan"

Tang Ling immediately rejoiced: "It turned out to be the third brother-in-law!

Ji Changshan hurriedly said, "Okay, good!" At the same time, he thought in his heart, this is the first time he has seen the Tang family, should he give Tang Ling some meeting gifts?

Feng Wuji and Yan Wushuang on the side couldn't help laughing when they saw Ji Changshan becoming like this, but it was only with this smile that Ji Changshan realized that he must have become different from the past at this moment.

Ren Piaoping also seemed to be infected at this moment, and smiled knowingly.

Tang Ling didn't know why the three of them were laughing, and said to Ji Changshan: "A while ago in Luoyang, the third brother and I both wanted to see you, but we were too busy to take a break, so ...... By the way, is the third sister here?"

Ji Changshan gradually regained his former composure at this moment, and laughed loudly: "It's okay, your third sister is still in Luoyang, and the third brother-in-law should have gone to see you, but I went to Guanwai with your third sister for a while ...... a while" At this point, he was silent, and the corner of his eyes quietly glanced at Ren Piaoping and Yan Wushuang, and at the same time, Feng Wuji's face on the side tightened.

Ren Wandering and Yan Wushuang looked at each other and smiled, already suspicious in their hearts, at this time Ji Changshan laughed and said, "When we meet for the first time, the third brother-in-law has nothing to show up, doom...... There is a thousand-year-old He Shou Wuquan here, and it should be regarded as a greeting gift!" As he spoke, he took down the burden from behind his back, opened it, and took out a black wooden box that was one foot long and half a foot wide and handed it to Tang Ling.

Tang Ling, who was born in the Tang Sect, knew very well about spiritual herbs and medicines, and knew that this thousand-year-old He Shou Wu was extremely rare and extremely precious, so he hurriedly shirked it at the moment and said: "Third brother-in-law, this can't be helped, how can Tang Ling accept such a valuable thing!"

Unexpectedly, Ji Changshan said at this moment: "I'll wait for something else, and I'll invite you to drink when I go back!" actually shoved the black wooden box to Tang Ling, and ran away with the wind and smoke.

Tang Ling looked at Ren Wandering and Yan Wushuang on the left and right helplessly, and said in a bit of a panic: "Brother Ren, Sister Yan, what should I do?"

Ren Piaoping smiled, and Yan Wushuang said, "What should I do?

Tang Ling puffed up his cheeks, his eyes rolled, as if he still didn't know what to do, Yan Wushuang pulled Tang Ling and said, "Let's go, didn't you say that you haven't washed it yet!"

The three of them laughed, and then went back to the 'Feng Ya Song' Inn.

The three of them had already walked to the Wende Bridge while laughing, but they saw from a distance a circle of people in front of the long ochre-red 'big photo wall' on the east side of the 'Feng Ya Song' inn watching something, and the sound of swords hitting in their ears was already heard from time to time.

Tang Ling curiously pouted Ren Piaoping and Yan Wushuang, and said, "It seems that someone is fighting!

Yan Wushuang didn't plan to go, but at this time, the sound of fighting in his ears was mixed with some language he didn't understand and some scolding, but he was also curious for a while, and said, "Okay! Go and see!" It's just that when Yan Wushuang and Tang Ling were already five feet away, they found that Ren Wandering hadn't followed at all, so they turned around and pulled Ren Wandering with them.

When the three of them arrived and squeezed into the crowd, they saw that the four second and third bag disciples of the beggar gang were working together to besiege a middle-aged man in strange clothes, who was short and somewhat different from the people of Middle-earth, and there were still four or five people in such costumes standing in the field, pointing and laughing on the side, but saying words that the three of them could not understand a word.

But Tang Ling was laughing, covering his teeth and bending over, for a long time, before he whispered: "Brother Ren, Sister Yan, have you ever seen such a funny hairstyle? Why does it look so weird, like a crescent ......" said and bent down with laughter. And Yan Wushuang couldn't help but laugh.

It turned out that the man's hair had been stripped from his forehead to the top of his head, and his short stature made him look like a crescent moon, and what was even funnier was that two of his accomplices had a small handful of hair in the center of their bare crescent-like hairstyle. Ren Piaoping didn't think it was ridiculous, but she just thought it was strange, and when she heard Tang Ling say this, she couldn't help but laugh out loud when she looked at it.

The laughter of the three of them immediately attracted the attention of those 'crescent' people.

At this time, next to Ren Wandering and the three of them, there was an older purple elder and said, "Young man, it's rare and strange! These people are all Orientals, and the clothes they wear and the knives they hold are different from ours in Middle-earth!"

The three of them immediately suppressed their smiles, but they looked at each other again, and laughed again. Yan Wushuang smiled at the same time: "It's the Ming Dynasty!"

The old man raised his white eyebrows and beard, and said noncommittally: "How can these Oriental ronins be comparable to those Japanese robbers, they are really fierce, and when the old man went to sea, he ...... them."

Ren Wandering and the three of them didn't seem to be able to hear the old man's words, because the Oriental Ronin in that scene had already slashed off the right arm of a beggar gang disciple, and the beggar gang disciple who was bleeding was already fainting on the spot, and for a while, the remaining three beggar disciples were in danger, and the other Oriental Ronin were even more arrogant.

In another round, the bamboo sticks in the hands of the three beggar gang disciples were cut into several pieces and fell to the ground by the scimitar in the hands of the Oriental Ronin, and the Oriental Ronin raised his head and slashed straight down at one of the three beggar disciples, swift and fierce, and the surrounding crowd let out an exclamation.

At this moment, the yellow shadow flashed, the blue and red sword surged up, Yan Wushuang's fish intestine sword was already a scimitar that swung away the oriental ronin, and the oriental ronin had already taken three steps back, looking at Yan Wushuang in front of him with a surprised face.

The three disciples of the Beggar Gang hugged their fists together Xie Yan Wushuang, and at the same time, the crowd erupted in warm applause and cheers, and the old man before was stunned and just applauded vigorously.

Yan Wushuang smiled proudly and looked back at Ren Piaoping.

Yan Wushuang in Ren Piaoping's eyes at this moment was wearing a goose-yellow cloud smoke shirt, with a cloud bun, wearing a hollow peony flower bead hairpin, and her eyes were heroic but not losing all kinds of charm, she couldn't help but be heartbroken, and said secretly: It's so beautiful!

With envy in Tang Ling's eyes, he clapped his palm and stretched out his thumb in his right hand. shouted: "Sister Yan, good!"

At this time, the Oriental ronin who was repelled by Yan Wushuang's sword said in stiff Chinese: "Who are you?"

Yan Wushuang turned his head and said with a smile: "Han people, what are you barbarians and uncivilized people doing in our Great Qing Kingdom?!"

There was another burst of applause from the crowd, and the Oriental ronin seemed to only know a few simple words of Chinese, and when Yan Wushuang said this, he stood on the spot in a daze, and thought for a long time and said, "Han, what did you say?"

Yan Wushuang was even more angry, and said, "I said that I am your aunt and grandmother!

The crowd burst into laughter, but at this moment a middle-aged red-faced man stood up among his accomplices and said, "You are a country of etiquette, how can you scold people?"

Yan Wushuang seemed to feel that he was a little reckless and rude, so he looked at the beggar gang member who was bandaging the wound of the beggar disciple who had broken his arm before, and asked, "Why did you have a dispute with the Orientals?"

One of the beggar disciples saluted Yan Wushuang and said, "This woman, it's like this, I and the others passed by here, and when they saw what they were scribbling on the big photo wall, they immediately stepped forward to stop drinking, but they didn't listen," he lowered his head as he spoke, and continued: "Then I started to move my hand when I didn't say a word. ”

Yan Wushuang pondered for a moment and asked, "What are they scribbling?"

The beggar disciple snorted: "I don't know, but you must not write anything on the big photo wall!" As he spoke, he walked towards the big photo wall, and the crowd on the side automatically spread out a gap, and the beggar disciple pointed to a few lines of Oriental text on the ochre red big photo wall, and said, "This is it!"

Yan Wushuang naturally didn't know Oriental language, so he didn't know what to say for a while. At this time, the red-faced Oriental Ronin stepped forward towards Yan Wushuang and said, "We just left our name to indicate that we have been here before, and it is not a random smear." ”

Ren Piaoping looked at the Dacheng Hall of the Confucius Temple, which was about eight meters high and more than 100 meters long, which was magnificent, quite magnificent, and slowly walked out of the crowd at this time, and next to Yan Wushuang, who didn't know how to interface, smiled slightly, and said to the red-faced Dongyang Langdao: "Your Excellency is familiar with Chinese and familiar with Sinology?"

The Oriental said: "I know a little bit about it, so I won't be fooled and prevaricated!"

Ren Piaoping's eyes closed slightly, her nose snorted lightly, and said, "Then Your Excellency should know that this big photo wall is used to worship the Confucius Temple of Sage Confucius?"

The Oriental nodded, "Of course you know?"

Ren Piaoping's face changed suddenly, and she said coldly: "Then do you know how noble the status of Sage Kong is in the eyes of the Han people, how can it be that the name of Rong Deer and others has tarnished Zhaobi?!"

The Oriental man didn't seem to expect Ren Wandering to say so, and for a while, there was a burst of applause from the crowd. And the Oriental man knew that Ren Wandering was a crime that he wanted to add to the crime, but he couldn't think of how to refute Ren Wandering for a while, and his heart was full of anger, and he slowly pulled out the Oriental sword from the waist of the white samurai suit he was wearing.

The Oriental knife in the sun was two feet seven and a half inches long, the blade was extremely narrow, only one inch wide, the whole body was red, the blade was slightly curved, the blade was extremely thin, and the crisp sound of the blade and the scabbard rubbing against each other was still permeated on the blade trembling in the air. The Oriental ronin was already holding the handle of the knife with both hands, raising his eyebrows horizontally.

Ren Wandering said disdainfully: "The knife is a good knife! I'm afraid that those who use a good knife may not be good people!" At the same time, he said in his heart: These Oriental ronins are not the people brought by Tanaka Zhengjian, one of the three peerless masters!

Dongyang Ronin snorted coldly, his pupils contracted, his eyes were cold, he narrowed into a slit, and looked at the blade that was extremely red and sharp all over his body less than an inch above his eyes, and the eyes, knife light and sunlight crossed A cold star swept past the blade, and he shouted, "Death!"