In the lobby of the Mingyue Building, there was a rare silence, only the slow footsteps of a young man announced to the spectators outside the lobby that there were still living people here. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

When almost all the heroes in the lobby met their eyes on Sikong Gu, Xiao Langjun was even more dumbfounded, and his legs were about to cross the threshold unconsciously, wanting to catch up with the young and dashing Jianghu knight in front of him, but he was held down by Zhang Wenwen on his left shoulder when his body was just leaning forward. Zhang Wenwen's right hand had already left the hilt, and his body leaned forward slightly, looking at everything in the lobby.

Xiao Langjun felt that Zhang Wenwen's right hand on his shoulder was trembling, and although he didn't know why, he still began to calm down his urge to break into the lobby.

"Xiao Langjun. ”

Ah Yue's call completely woke up Xiao Langjun who was standing in the crowd, and his excited mood finally calmed down.

"This is the rivers and lakes? A group of characters who are fighting with weapons and injuring their lives are all from the rivers and lakes? Is Lao Zhang actually from the rivers and lakes? But is this pretty boy also from the rivers and lakes? It seems that the rivers and lakes are not all reckless barbarians? It's just that my father has never told me about these rivers and lakes, and he doesn't know if it's his old man?"

Xiao Langjun's brain, after seeing the messy lobby, had already become a mess, and he began to think crankily about a question that popped up out of nowhere. He didn't know what Ah Yue said next, until a voice as clear as water came to his ears.

"The two heroes are fighting here, so I'm too sorry for the owner of this restaurant, right?"

Sikong Gu's voice does not have the unique grandeur of the chivalrous man in people's hearts, and there is a hint of catkins-like softness in the clarity, if this kind of voice is listened to by the twenty-eight beauties, it must be blue-eyed to the owner of this voice. But the big man with a wide face and messy stubble was shocked in his heart.

Almost everyone in the lobby looked at Sikong Gu who walked up to the broad-faced man, and his eyes looked like he saw a six-year-old child who was drooling and waving his hands and singing loudly.

The long sword in the broad-faced man's hand was still firmly on Jin Zhicheng's neck, and the blade was about a few hairs away from his throat. Sikong Gu stared at the sharp blade of the sword, instead of Nangong Jun's face with frowning thick eyebrows, Sikong Gu's smile gradually faded, a chill surged between his eyebrows, and there was also a hint of chill in his voice:

"Cao Bang Nangong Daxia Sword is good, but this is Mingyue Tower, do you know?" At the end of these words, the word "know" rose at the end, as if it was a provocation to Nangong Jun.

The faces of everyone in the hall were like an exploding dye shop for a while, purple to purple, green to green, only the broad-faced man laughed, and the corners of his mouth were bleeding Jin Zhicheng, who couldn't help twitching the corners of his mouth, looking like he wanted to laugh but couldn't laugh because he was afraid of the sword on his neck, his eyes and nose were about to twist together, and he looked like he was crying, mixed with the blood on his lips, which looked very funny.

"Since the little doll knows that Lao Tzu is Nangong Jun of the Cao Gang, and also knows that Lao Tzu's name on the rivers and lakes is 'Thunderbolt Fire', are you really not afraid that Lao Tzu will slash you with a sword?"

The broad-faced man is the "thunderbolt" Nangong Jun of the Yangzhou Cao Gang, and the legend of the rivers and lakes is widely spread about his fiery temperament, and most of the knights in the rivers and lakes know that he likes to do things spontaneously, and even once cut off three splashy heads that offended him with a sword. With his amazing hard skills, he is known as the "Three Pillars of the Cao Gang" with Yang Shuo, the "left-handed sword", and Li Yan, the leader of the Cao Gang, and is also the No. 1 figure in Yangzhou's martial arts.

"Is your sword used to kill?" asked Sikong Gu in a deep voice.

Hearing Sikong Gu's question like a three-year-old child, Nangong Jun laughed like thunder again, but there was also a hint of banter in his heart, and he shook his head with a smile and said, "No, no, no, Lao Tzu's sword has always been used to kill animals. ”

After that, Nangong Jun stared at Jin Zhicheng's young face in front of him, and his big eyes like copper bells narrowed into two thin slits: "I may have to kill an old beast here today." ”

Jin Zhicheng naturally heard the sarcasm hidden in Nangong Jun's words, and he really wanted to die at this time, although the cold light from his neck made him breathe rapidly, but he still remembered the book that his mother often read in his ear when he was a child, and the book seemed to say something "mighty and unyielding"?

Jin Zhicheng gritted his teeth and roared at Nangong Jun: "If you want to kill, you will kill, why insult my father?"

Although his throat was sounding, Jin Zhicheng's body also leaned back, trying to escape the threat of the blade.

However, the sword in Nangong Jun's hand followed Jin Zhicheng's leaning back body closely, and went a little deeper, and the sharp blade went straight down in Jin Zhicheng's eyes. Jin Zhicheng secretly screamed that it was not good, but he also closed his eyes and raised his head, wanting to lead his neck to be killed. But the blade of the sword stopped less than a hair's length in front of Jin Zhicheng's throat.

Jin Zhicheng opened his eyes and realized that if he was really ruthless and retreated, Nangong Jun might not be ruthless.

Seeing a trace of remorse on Jin Zhicheng's face, Sikong Gu secretly said in his heart: "This momentum is like three drums of Qi people, and it is also about declining and exhausting." Jin Youde's son seems to be the same as his Lao Tzu, and he can be called indecisive. ”

I heard Nangong Jun say angrily: "The kid is rampant! Say! Did you spill that glass of wine, or did you let you spill it?"

After laughing, he grabbed Jin Zhicheng's shirt with one hand, swept his left leg, and Jin Zhicheng fell to the ground, and the sword that shone with cold light was still pointed at Jin Zhicheng's neck.

When everyone outside the hall heard Nangong Jun's words, they saw the wet marks on Nangong Jun's crotch at a glance, and saw Jin Zhicheng's tragic situation, so they guessed that this Nangong Jun was fighting for the spirit of the rivers and lakes, and a few people who originally had a good impression of the Cao Gang couldn't help frowning.

At this time, Nangong Jun's ears heard Sikong Gu's clear voice: "Since Nangong Daxia wants to kill beasts, the little brother can't care about it, but Nangong Daxia looks at the tables, chairs and benches in this lobby, can there be any safe and sound within ten feet?"

Sikong Gu seemed to have no idea Nangong Jun's slightly open mouth, and continued to gesture:

"Nangong Daxia, there should be a table of eight immortals where you are standing now, about thirty or forty years old, there are not many tables with such a long history in Mingyue Building, but this one was destroyed by the 'streamer', and where this Jin Shaoxia is lying, there should also be a yellow rosewood chair, which was specially transported from Yazhou, but after he used the "knife to split Huashan", I don't know who kicked it into slag, my Mingyue Lou's small business is small, about thirty or forty! Corpse brothers, this ground is covered with fine birch, but it is valuable! In addition to being stained by these blood, I was also injured the most by Nangong Daxia's "Trinity Slash", and this Jin Shaoxia's "oblique willow flying flotsam" was not inserted into the person's body, but this knife was inserted into my beams, although there are more than a dozen pillars in the lobby of my Mingyue Building, I can't insert it casually! There is also ......"

Listening to Sikong Gu suddenly gushing endlessly, talking about things that were not as trivial in Nangong Jun's eyes, Nangong Jun was so angry that the corners of his mouth twitched, but he immediately thought:

"Is this kid stupid? Or is he crazy? Who is he? Is he really from this Mingyue Tower? etc...... He just explained that Yuelou was his? No, how did he know these martial arts paths? That move was "sword splitting Huashan"? Isn't sword splitting Huashan a vertical chop in the overlord sword technique? That style is clearly a horizontal slash, what is he talking nonsense?

Seeing Sikong Gu pointing to a few scars on the counter that he didn't know if they were knife marks or sword marks, Nangong Jun finally realized what he should do.

"What the hell are you here for, boy?"

Nangong Jun stretched out his hand to stop a gang member who was walking towards Sikong Gu, and the knife in the hand of that gang member was less than five feet away from Sikong Gu's throat.

The gang looked at Nangong Jun very innocently, and Nangong Jun had to smile bitterly at him.

"Look, even if he's a madman, he's not a martial artist, so we have to pay if we cut it, don't we?" Nangong Jun tried his best to communicate with the gang with his eyes.

"Nangong Boss, can't I make this money? He's so annoying!" Nangong Jun interpreted the meaning of the eyes of the gang.

At the moment of "eye contact" with the gang, Nangong Jun suddenly woke up to the fact that the "streamer style" and "Trinity style" that Sikong Gu said were all unique moves in his family that were not passed on to outsiders, and how did this kid know him? A cold current suddenly climbed on his hot and humid back.

"It's not surprising that he was watching us from the door, but even I don't know why these tables and chairs were destroyed. Could it be that he was able to judge what tricks and methods we used just by relying on the wreckage of these tables and chairs? What kind of person is this kid? Such a young person, with a Jiangnan accent, can't be a god full of red sand, looking at his appearance, he must not be Jiangning Chu Zhongcheng, is this kind of character from Yangzhou?"

Nangong Jun looked Sikong Gu up and down again, but he had to shake his head and admit that he had never seen such a talented person.

"Is there such a young figure in Yangzhou Wulin?" Nangong Jun saw Sikong Gu's cold appearance after putting away his playful expression, and couldn't help but look for all the information related to this young man in his mind.

"Nangong Daxia ruined my Mingyue Lou business, but asked me what I was doing, does it really not exist when the royal law doesn't exist?" Sikong said with a lonely face, but his dark eyes glanced at the Cao Gang who was staring at him with a knife.

"Wang Fa?"

Nangong Jun frowned, he really didn't understand why this young man was stirring up trouble here, but after hearing the word "Wang Fa", the sword in his hand trembled. Killing the people in the rivers and lakes and fighting with the people in the rivers and lakes, the government will not care.

"Nangong Daxia can not care about his own safety and the situation of Yangzhou martial arts, but Nangong Daxia must be the same law-abiding Da Song Zimin as the kid, right?"

Sikong Gu smiled at the corner of his mouth, and glanced at Jin Zhicheng, who was looking at him with a mocking smile in his eyes.

Nangong Jun was silent for a moment and then withdrew his sword, but at the moment when the sword was returned to the sheath, he kicked the "little beast" in his mouth, and Jin Zhicheng, who was more than five feet tall, jumped up from the ground like a carp, and finally fell into the broken table and chair fragments, and blood foam gushed out of his mouth again. And several subordinates behind him who were trembling with knives hurriedly helped him up, but after seeing that he was unconscious, he shouted a few stupid words such as "You wait!", "Today's Qiu Yang Daomen has written down!", and then carried Jin Zhicheng, who only had half a life left, and his own "corpse" strode away from Mingyue Tower, and the half-dead "corpse" lying outside the lobby was also picked up by the way.

After all the Jianghu people in Jin Zhicheng's faction left the lobby of Mingyue Tower, Nangong Jun squinted at Sikong Gu and asked slowly, "Are you really ...... The young master of Mingyue Tower?"

Now although Nangong Jun put the sword back into the sheath, he still firmly controlled the hilt of the sword with one hand, and the pair of eyes that flashed with cold light were also staring at Sikong Gu. Nangong Jun didn't know why, he actually had a trace of fear in his heart at this time, he told himself that this fear did not come from the unknown son in front of him, but from his own unknown situation, after all, he had never encountered such a situation today in more than ten years.

"Of course, but is Nangong Daxia willing to let them go like this?"

Sikong Gu's face showed a playful smile again, and his voice was no longer as cold as ice, and at this time he regained the demeanor of a humble gentleman when he entered the door.

"Boy, you also know that in this huge Yangzhou City, there is a 'royal law', and my Nangong Jun is also a law-abiding citizen of the Great Song Dynasty, but today everyone drank more wine, and they lost their morality after drinking. ”

Nangong Jun squinted, he couldn't see through this kid anymore, the only thing he could be sure of was that this kid was not a fool without a brain. Today's things are also weird, I came to Mingyue Tower to inquire about the news, and I met Jin Zhicheng, a little brute, but I don't know what medicine Jin Zhicheng took wrong, and he actually poured wine on his body. Now that the Cao Gang has a big incident in the Gang, he will inevitably be upset, and his nickname on the rivers and lakes is "Thunderbolt Fire", so of course he has to teach this little beast a lesson at this time.

Of course, Nangong Jun's martial arts are much stronger than the seventeen or eighteen-year-old Jin Zhicheng after all, and the two fought alone for three rounds, and Jin Zhicheng fell behind, and the gangs behind Jin Zhicheng naturally saw that the young master was defeated, and they also rushed up, which turned into a big melee today. Nangong Jun also understands that when the Cao Gang is unstable, if he provokes the forces behind Jin Zhicheng, he will become a sinner of the Cao Gang......

"It's just ......" Nangong Jun was confused in his heart, he didn't know if that incident had anything to do with the Jin family.

Under Sikong Gu's "hint", if you stop now, then it will be a fight in the rivers and lakes. But if he hurts Sikong Gu, the boss of Mingyue Building, not only will the reputation of the Cao Gang be ruined, but he will also give the Jin family a handle. Killing people in the rivers and lakes and killing businessmen is not the same thing in the eyes of the government, and the government wants the people of the rivers and lakes to die, but they don't want the money bag of Mingyuelou to be thrown away, this is the "royal law" in Sikong Gu's mouth.

Nangong Jun smiled, he hadn't seen such a young man who "knew the rules" for more than ten years, and the last time he saw such a smart young man was before Yangdaomen set foot in Yangzhou.

At this time, Sikong Gu showed a gentle and polite smile: "Nangong Daxia is a smart person, presumably some things are already very clear......"

Sikong Gu approached Nangong Jun's side, and the Cao gang who was stopped behind Nangong Jun wanted to stop him, but he was pushed by Nangong Jun's big hand and fell backwards, when he covered his hips and got up from the ground in confusion, he only saw Sikong Gu whispering a few words to Nangong Jun, only about three or four sentences.

The light smile on Nangong Jun's face gradually disappeared, and what finally appeared in front of everyone was an iron face, and the right hand that held the hilt of the sword was also slowly lowered, and he didn't say a word after Sikong Gu left his ear. After looking at the smiling Sikong Gu several times, Nangong Jun finally just gathered the gang and hurriedly left Mingyue Tower.

Many years later, when he thinks of the turbulent years in the rivers and lakes from then on, Nangong Jun will think of the moment when Sikong Gu whispered to himself, this amazing young man may have officially set foot in the rivers and lakes at this moment, and he had already lost to him at this moment.

Xiao Langjun and Zhang Wenwen, who witnessed everything, were still silent, but Nangong Jun's intriguing glance when he passed by Zhang Wenwen's side let Zhang Wenwen know that he had to come out again.

A famous knight, as long as there is another famous knight who knows that he is still alive, then he is still alive, Zhang Wenwen has long known this truth. And the person in front of him, if he is really the orphan of the Sikong family......

The people outside the lobby were still talking about what they had just seen, first the dispute between Nangong Jun, the "Thunderbolt Fire" in Yangzhou City, and the young master of Yangdaomen, and then the boss of Mingyue Building, who had never appeared in the Ming place, suddenly appeared today and stopped a life lawsuit. After another conversation that didn't know what to mean, Nangong Jun, who had a fiery personality, actually let go of the young master of Yang Daomen, and left silently after a whisper from the boss of Mingyue Tower.

In tomorrow's morning market, the storyteller has a new Yangzhou legend to say. Mingyuelou exploded outside the lobby, at this time Mingyuelou in Yangzhou City, a well-known shopkeeper Huang Dong, but out of nowhere, stood in front of the lobby to apologize to everyone, and announced that it would be closed today, and tomorrow the Mingyuelou will be free of charge during the day, in exchange for a burst of applause.

In the applause, Sikong Gu invited the three of Xiaolang, the monarch and servant, into the messy hall. In the lobby, Zhang Wenwen rushed in front of Xiao Langjun and asked Sikong Gu, who was standing with his hands behind his back, "Who are you?"

Sikong Gu smiled, looked at Zhang Wenwen's face, and then glanced at Xiao Langjun, who was following Zhang Wenwen, and said: "Why did Uncle Zhang forget his little nephew? When Uncle Zhang lived at home temporarily, he hugged me, and I was only seven years old at that time, and I naughtily pulled Uncle Zhang's beard. Uncle Zhang was laughed at by Uncle Zhou at that time, so he shaved his beard the next day, did Uncle Zhang forget about these things? . ”

When Zhang Wenwen heard this, although his face was expressionless, his mind was already churning in the river and sea.

"Ten years ago, there were a total of 42 people in Jiangning Mansion...... Sikong family, Uncle Zhang won't forget this matter, right?"

The resolute voice and clear words collided with the six confused eyes, Zhang Wenwen avoided it, he knew that he had never forgotten all this, but he still did not let down his guard, there seemed to be a voice in his heart saying to him, this young man is a liar.

"You ......"

The sound of weak mosquitoes and flies, Sikong Gu can hear it clearly.

"It's me, I'm Ah Yuanna, it's the name that Master gave me, and my name is 'Lonely'. Now, Sikong Gu is back. ”

After saying that, Sikong looked at the beam above his head, and gently spit out a sentence:

"Uncle Zhang's ...... all these years Are you doing well?"

seemed to be asking Zhang Wenwen, but he seemed to be asking himself, but Zhang Wenwen lowered his head and lowered his eyebrows, and was speechless.

Xiao Langjun knew very well at this time that Lao Zhang and the good boy in front of him turned out to be old acquaintances, and there seemed to be a lot of stories between them that they didn't know.

When Sikong Gu's slightly lost eyes fell on him, Xiao Langjun hurriedly saluted and said, "Xiaosheng Liu Sanchang, a native of Chong'an, Fujian, did not report his name and surname to his son, rudeness, rudeness. ”

"Liu Langjun is too modest, Uncle Zhang and I are old acquaintances, the three of them are dusty, it is better to let the three of them wash the dust in our shop, if you have anything to say, let's talk about it after dinner, come, the three upstairs please." ”

Sikong Gu smiled slightly, but his eyes fell on Zhang Wenwen.

This bearded man finally raised his head, there were no tears or joy in his eyes, only doubts, which seemed to be a kind of doubt about life.

Sikong thought to himself: "This kind of doubt, for me, it was ten years ago, right?"