The two looked at each other and smiled, and Zhou Yixin motioned to Zhang Fenhua to speak first. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Zhang Fenhua said: "The little junior sister said that she would go out for a walk in the afternoon, but she hasn't come back yet, I have to go to her." There was a little worry in his words, for fear that the little junior sister would go back on her word and get the horses from elsewhere and leave. However, she didn't want to tell Zhou Yixin about this, so as not to worry him.

Zhou Yixin looked calm, "That's it." Eh, Sister Hua, I have something very important to tell you, and I will accompany you to find Senior Sister Zhu after speaking. ”

Zhang Fenhua said yes, retreated to the room, and Zhou Yixin turned around and closed the door.

Zhang Fenhua asked, "What's the matter?"

"You sit down first. Zhou Yixin pulled out a chair for her, and Zhang Fenhua sat down as she said.

Zhou Yixin looked at her tenderly, slowly turned behind her, put his hands on her shoulders, and kneaded gently.

Zhang Fenhua would never have imagined that this man who looked at him with affectionate eyes and behaved as gentle as water was about to harm himself.

"Sister Hua, are you willing to leave the Qingyun Sword Sect for me?"

Zhang Fenhua was stunned for a moment, "Ah, why do you say this?" and then understood, if they left the Qingyun Sword Sect, then they would only be the head and head woman of the Qishan Sword Sect, and they would rather be the head of the chicken than the queen of the ox. She didn't know that her every word at this time might decide her life and death, she pondered for a while, shook her head, and said, "Brother Xin, you can't leave the Qingyun Sword Sect after learning the Qingyun Sword Technique, and the status of an ordinary elder of the Qingyun Sword Sect is only higher than that of some sects." ”

Zhou Yixin's eyes flashed with a cold light, and he said, "That's right." Suddenly, his right palm was raised, and the edge of his palm hit the back of Zhang Fenhua's head.

Zhang Fenhua didn't have time to react at all, and immediately fainted and fell on the table.

According to Zhou Yixin's meaning, if Zhu Lizhen has to die, Zhang Fenhua must die even more, so he doesn't care whether Zhang Fenhua is true or false, but he can't be known by the master if he hides the thirty-six styles of turning clouds. The reason why he asked the question just now was because Zhong Hengling wanted to absorb Zhang Fenhua into the Qishan Sword Sect, so that if Zhang Fenhua could go down to the next layer of Cloud Turning Thirty-six Styles, he might be able to set it out.

Zhou Yixin pushed open the window, the black shadow flashed, the two flew down from the roof, took a ride on the edge of the window, and flashed into the room, Zhong Hengling resisted Zhu Lizhen, and one was Wang Jin.

Wang Jin is the young man who fought with Zhu Lizhen before, and he has clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, but he has become bald at this time.

Zhou Yixin poured a packet of medicinal powder into the teapot, shook it evenly, poured Zhang Fenhua and Zhu Lizhen a few sips, then poured two cups on the table, knocked it over gently, and then carried Zhang Fenhua to the bed, let Zhu Lizhen sit on the chair, and leaned on the table with her head resting on her right arm.

Zhong Hengling glanced around, and there was indeed no omission, "Okay, act according to the plan." With that, he dodged out of the window.

Wang Jin looked at Zhou Yixin and said, "Senior brother, I'm done." ”

Zhou Yixin took the white flute and poked it heavily in the back of Zhu Lizhen's heart.

Zhu Lizhen's body shook, blood gushed from the corners of her mouth, and she died.

Zhou Yixin said coldly: "You can do it." "Open the door and get out.

Guo Da, Tong Qianjin and others were drinking at Mulan's restaurant to discuss how to deal with Huadi and the little monk tomorrow, when they suddenly saw Zhou Yixin coming in, and everyone was surprised and happy.

Zhou Yixin hugged his fists and said: "Everyone, how about letting me be the first to deal with that little monk tomorrow? As for the flower flute, Brother Bai Ying'er will definitely be able to handle it." ”

Several old-timers were overjoyed and said, "That's great, that's great." ”

Tong Qianjin also said that it was okay, everyone was accusing him of running away without a fight today, and said that he should be the first to play tomorrow, and the wheel war consumed the little monk.

Zhou Yixin said again: "But there is a reluctant request below, I hope you can agree." ”

Tong Qianjin said: "Promise, as long as you defeat the little monk, we will agree to anything." ”

Zhou Yixin said sincerely: "I want to ask you to let go of the flower flute and the little monk, the little monk is not a bad person, since the flower flute has also fallen out of the house, it should be sincere repentance, so I want to ask you to give them a chance to reform themselves, we call it a duel, but you can divide the victory and defeat, or don't make a killing." ”

The heroes looked at each other, and many people secretly praised the kindness of the sword house. Several of the highest martial arts and the highest seniors all nodded in agreement. Thinking about it, if you don't kill the sword and don't make a move, it's really embarrassing that such a large group of people can't deal with two people, and this so-called "reluctant request" doesn't need their consent or not.

Zhou Yixin was also very happy when he heard their promise, and said, "Thank you that week." If you are still defeated tomorrow, please continue to work hard. ”

Everyone said they didn't dare, and wished him a victory, and drank several glasses of wine together.

After a while, Zhou Yi said: "Everyone, that little monk's martial arts are really powerful, and I am not a little sure in the future, a few of you who plan to appear tomorrow may wish to go with me to the Qingyun Sword Sect Zhang Nuxia to discuss and discuss." Zhang Nuxia fought with the little monk today, and she should have a lot of experience. Would you like to go with us?"

Of course everyone is willing, even if they don't appear tomorrow, they should go together at this time, they are the senior brothers of the Qingyun Sword Sect, and they can't make friends if they want to make friends on weekdays.

Zhou Yixin took everyone to the inn, invited everyone to sit down, and said, "Brother Guo, Brother Tong, and a few seniors, let's go up together and invite Zhang Nuxia to come down and talk." ”

With so many people rushing together, the lobby was suddenly in an uproar, and everyone was looking forward to it, just waiting for Zhang Nuxia to come down.

Zhou Yixin knocked on the door and shouted, "Senior Sister Zhang, it's me, I'll bring a few friends to discuss things with you." ”

No one answered, and Zhou Yixin shouted again.

An old-timer said sneeringly: "Lady Zhang may not be there, I think forget it." ”

The other seniors understood the meaning of his expression, and Zhang Nuxia may not be there, or she may be there, or maybe she just doesn't want to talk to them.

Zhou Yixin said: "She told me that she had gained a lot from fighting with the little monk during the day, and she should be in the room for details, and she should not be there." He knocked on the door again, but no one answered. He put his ear to the door and said, "Senior Sister Zhang, are you okay?"

"Hahaha~" There was a burst of laughter in the room, but it was a man's voice.

Zhou Yixin's face changed, "Flower flute?"

The faces of the heroes all changed, and the voice sounded like a flower flute, but how could the flower flute be here?

At this time, Zhou Yixin had already shouted, "Not good!" With a wave of his palm, he broke the wooden door and immediately rushed inside.

Where did the group of heroes have time to think more, and hurriedly followed up, they saw a white shadow quickly jumping out of the window, looking at the color of the clothes, red spots and white shirts, looking at the back of the head, blue and gray, it was a bald head!

When they saw the situation in the room, everyone was shocked. Zhu Lizhen was lying on the table, the corners of her mouth were bleeding, her breath was gone, Zhang Fenhua's jade body was horizontal on the bed, there was no wisp, and there was an ivory white flute in her heart.

Zhou Yixin's eyes were cracked, and he shouted, "Adulter, I'm going to kill you!" hurriedly rushed to the window, and at the same time took off his coat and covered Zhang Fenhua's body.

Guo Da, Tong Qianjin and others were stunned by this tragic situation, and instinctively followed Zhou Yixin, hurriedly chased out of the window, and jumped out one by one.

The white shadow was extremely fast, and everyone behind only saw his back flashing on the street corner, and when he chased it, the figure had disappeared.

The heroes looked at each other, helpless.

Zhou Yixin snorted angrily, as if he had suddenly woken up, and shouted: "Theater! Little monk! Hurry, gather the heroes, you must hold them!"

Everyone understood, but Guo Da was a little hesitant, he played a lot of scoundrels in the morning, but he was still scared by the little monk.

Zhou Yixin said: "Everyone chase after it, if this happens, the Qingyun Sword Sect will investigate it, and none of us will have a hard time!"

Everyone's hearts were cold, yes, everyone trapped the prostitute in the town, but the two heroines of the Qingyun Sword Sect died tragically at the hands of the prostitute thief, saying that it has nothing to do with everyone, and it is also related to it.

Everyone shouted, "Chase!"

"A bold thief should be cut with a thousand cuts!"

"Gather everyone!"

The news spread quickly, and the prostitute Hua Snake broke his oath and committed adultery again, and the victims were the two women of the Qingyun Sword Sect.

The team quickly gathered, Zhou Yixin took the lead, and he said hatefully: "I also said that the thief was sincerely reformed, and I didn't expect him to be so mad that he killed people when we all relaxed our vigilance." Everyone, this is not a one-on-one fair duel, it is to punish the traitor and eliminate the evil, and it is to do the right thing for heaven! Set off, chop the lewd snake into pulp, give an explanation to the Qingyun Sword Sect, and let the two heroines rest in peace!"

The crowd was agitated, and everyone's hearts were burned, and their hatred for the flute was hotter than the flames of the torches.

The reactions of the heroes were all expected by Zhou Yixin, and no one doubted that the bald head, red spots and white clothes, Guo Da and others saw the thief escape from the window with their own eyes, and the murder weapon ivory white flute was still on Zhang Fenhua's chest, and the flower flute could not distinguish even if it had a hundred mouths.

The Black Tiger brothers, as well as Chang Shu, were also in the crowd brigade, but they had some doubts in their hearts, and they faintly felt that this matter was strange.

Black Tiger felt that Lin Qing's death had a significant impact on Huadi, and he should correct his mistake, but the evidence was conclusive, but how to explain it. He was secretly worried that the little monk might be miserable by the flower flute this time, and now that everyone was so excited, he might not even have a chance to confront him, he would be beaten to death with a stick.

Chang Shu was even more puzzled about how Hua Di dared to attack the female disciples of the Qingyun Sword Sect, judging from his previous targets, he should be very cautious and not provoke strong enemies, why was he so irrational this time?

The group of people rushed to the theater with torches, and the fire dragon moved quickly, but when they arrived at the theater, there was no one in the theater, and the boat was gone.

At this time, there was a loud bang, and a lightning bolt broke through the sky, and the sky and the earth were white.

Someone said: "This prostitute is angry and resentful, and his sin is unforgivable!"

"The adulterer absconded in fear of sin. ”

"Guys, go get a boat, hurry up and chase it!"

"We must not let them escape, otherwise the Qingyun Sword Sect will be angry, and everyone will be unlucky. ”

"Hurry up and find a way!

"Hurry up the river on horseback!"

Sure enough, the horsemen quickly chased along the riverbank, some went upstream, some went downstream, but it didn't take long to encounter a large dense forest. The tall trees in the forest were so intertwined that the horses could not run, and were slower than men, but the people still did not find the boat, nor the little monk or the flower flute.