Chapter 49: Countermeasures (2)

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"Who?"

"Master, it's me. Liu Yanlang's voice came from outside the door, this still slightly immature voice, made Hu Yun feel that he was no longer young again, obviously he was only thirty-two years old, but he felt that he had spent a hundred springs, summers, autumns and winters.

Since the marriage with his wife, Hu Yun's identity has changed, although Hu Yun, who is a knife operator, has been prepared, but when he was really empowered by Yang Feiqiu, Hu Yun was a little at a loss.

"How did my father-in-law support the Divine Gate?"

Yang Feiqiu couldn't think of an answer, or rather, when he took over some of the affairs that Yang Feiqiu needed to deal with on weekdays, he, who thought he was quite competent, encountered difficulties for the first time.

"What?"

Although it was separated by the door, this cold tone still made Liu Yanlang's heart tighten, and he pursed his mouth before stabilizing his emotions and replied: "There seems to be an abnormal movement in the Luoyang garrison tonight, and the brothers who stayed at the south gate said that they saw Luoyang officers and soldiers transporting more than ten large boxes, and each box was pulled by a horse-drawn cart or ox cart......"

"Come in. ā€

Zhang Yuchu immediately understood what news Liu Yanlang had brought, he glanced at Hu Yun, but found that Hu Yun was staring at him.

But Liu Yanlang didn't seem to hear Zhang Yuchu's words, no, he heard it, otherwise he would never have continued to speak.

"Let him in. Zhang Yuchu lowered his voice, Liu Yanlang is not very old, only seven years older than Zhang Yuchu's eldest son, plus Liu Yanlang is a disciple of Hu Yun, in Zhang Yuchu's opinion, Liu Yanlang is naturally a junior. And Zhang Yuchu, who is an elder, will not lose anything by saying two good words for the juniors.

"This kid ......" Hu Yun was a little dissatisfied with Liu Yanlang, of course, this is only from the master's position, and he will have dissatisfaction, just like an eagle sees a eagle that can't fly by itself.

"The child hasn't grown up, you ...... Being a master naturally has responsibilities. ā€

Zhang Yuchu smiled, there was no indifference in his smile, but there was a different kind of warmth.

"Come in. Hu Yun sighed and said.

"The passage of a lonely man and a widow in the same room is a popular passage in the mouth of many storytellers, after all, a lonely man and a widow, dry wood and fire, such a story of rivers and lakes has a great attraction for those ordinary people. Of course, among these passages, it is also a good time for this lonely man and widow to secretly have feelings, and for some reason, there are always people who think that there will inevitably be some stories when men and women are together. ā€

What's even more unbelievable is that in addition to those ordinary people in the market, even many people in the rivers and lakes have inexplicable longing for these stories, as if this kind of thing may happen to them one day. Of course, this kind of Jianghu people are still a minority after all, after all, not all Jianghu women are as delicate as flowers, those Jianghu women with strong martial arts, if they are not born with a face full of meat, five big and three thick, they have ugly faces, and they are often covered with black veils. ā€

"It's not that there are women in the rivers and lakes with good faces, but most of them are in Fireworks Alley, not among those big sects, even if there are big sects, it's either the wife of the master of the sect or the second lady and the third lady, or the wife of the disciple in the door. Of course, the wife of the disciple in the sect and the second and third ladies of the sect master are not necessarily unrelated, and they may even be the same person. ā€

"There are not many beauties in the rivers and lakes, and without men to accompany them, the beauties who walk alone in the rivers and lakes with swords are even rarer. Even if she is not married, there are probably more men in her boudoir than some young men in her life. ā€

"Could it be that Wind Maiden is an exception?"

Listening to the eloquent conversation of the partner in front of him, the burly man wearing a black scarf and wiping the blood on the big knife suddenly asked.

"Wind Maiden is a master. ā€

Fang was just talking, Li Hanchuan, who was expressing his opinion, frowned and explained, but he immediately felt that something was wrong, and when he was about to explain in detail, the next question of the burly man in front of him was thrown over.

"Isn't the master a Jianghu woman?"

Li Hanchuan understood that he had lost in momentum, but he refused to overturn his previous opinion: "Fool, the masters of the rivers and lakes are completely different from the women of the rivers and lakes. ā€

"Then tell me, what is the difference between them?" Before the burly man could speak, he was sitting in the corner, curled up and watching Li Hanchuan and the burly man's hairy rat also joined the topic.

Li Hanchuan defended again: "You see, a master of the rivers and lakes like Miss Feng has to rely on martial arts to eat, and I don't know how many levels higher than those women who rely on skin and flesh to play with men." You are like comparing those pheasants with phoenixes, the pheasant meat can be eaten, but the phoenix can only be seen, which of you dares to eat a bite of the phoenix?"

The hairy mouse laughed, the voice was high and thin, and it did not insult his nickname, and the sound was indeed somewhat similar to the cry of the mouse. Although this "squeaky" laughter is heartbreaking, it is also as short as the cry of a mouse, and after laughing, the hairy mouse said: "Then tell me, if a master of the rivers and lakes like Miss Feng relies on both martial arts to eat and skin and flesh, can he be the first in the world?"

Li Hanchuan was a little annoyed, and said sharply: "You...... You're raising the bar. ā€

If there was no stammer, Li Hanchuan's words would have been somewhat convincing, but this stutter caused more than ten men in the room to laugh.

The blood stains on the big knife in the hand of the burly man who first mentioned Feng Lingshuang had already been wiped away, and he put this extremely sharp, but with two small notches, nine-ring knife on his shoulder, and asked Li Hanchuan, "How is this a bar?"

After Li Hanchuan was laughed at by everyone, how could he continue to analyze calmly? But as soon as he thought of Feng Lingshuang's beautiful face as cold as an ice sculpture, he also blurted out the words of defending Feng Lingshuang: "Miss Feng is obviously not this kind of woman. ā€

"Look at it, even you, Li Dasheng, are talking for this Jianghu woman, people don't even have to sell skin and flesh, they can fascinate you, you can't even touch the little hands of the wind girl, but you are dedicated to defending her, this fox's skill is even more powerful than the red card girl in Jiangning Fengchai Building. ā€

Mao Mouse's words made Li Hanchuan take two steps back, and he was crashing into the broken tribute platform in this broken temple.

"You...... You ......" Li Hanchuan stretched out his finger and pointed at the hairy mouse, but he couldn't say a word other than "you".

"Shut up, y'all. ā€

Ren Xiafeng's drunken voice came from the ground, except for Li Hanchuan, whose face was flushed, everyone in this broken temple straightened their faces in an instant, as if they were facing a great enemy. (To be continued.) )