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The third child no longer spoke, as if he knew his grievances, so the table fell silent, only the sound of eating. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Li Ruoyun sat at the window, looking at the scenery outside the window, his eyebrows were like distant daisies, his eyes were like autumn water, he was dressed in white, the white sword hanging from his waist was taken off and placed on the table, his face was draped in white veil, spotless, coupled with his own temperament, like a fairy who does not eat fireworks in the world, people dare not blaspheme, they can only watch from a distance, but they can't give birth to a blasphemy heart.

There are a lot of guests on the first floor, noisy and noisy, shouting loudly, enjoying themselves, not as reserved and graceful as the second floor seat, when the wine is hot, what kind of words can be spoken.

Li Ruoyun sat in the crowd, standing out like a flock, like a white lotus blooming quietly, blowing a breeze from the window, the white veil as thin as cicada wings fluttered gently, and the soft red lips loomed, making people's souls flutter with it.

People's eyes were involuntarily attracted by it, the noise around them gradually became lower, people forgot the food on their lips, and their hearts were tied to Li Ruoyun, and they all experienced the beautiful and delicious environment.

Hearing that they were no longer talking, Li Ruoyun picked up the teacup, gently brought it to her lips, slightly teased the white yarn, took a sip, and then put down the white yarn and looked out the window.

People's hearts rose and fell with the flirting and letting go of the white yarn, seeing that she just teased it, only showing her red lips, when she was moved, she was disappointed and did not see her true face.

Li Ruoyun knew the eyes of the people around her, but she didn't bother to pay attention to them, although she didn't have much time to go down the mountain, she encountered such a situation repeatedly, and the eyes of others seemed to her as if they didn't exist.

What she was thinking about was that she had just been talked about eighteen horses, listening to their names, it should be eighteen people, I don't know how to behave, but, it sounds, it should be notorious, but it can stop crying.

But her surname is calm, and she does not make conclusions based on a few words from others, and sometimes, what people see in their eyes is not true, not to mention that it is just word of mouth, and it is even more distorted.

"This ...... This beautiful little lady, come here, accompany my brother for a drink of two!" A rough laugh suddenly sounded in the hall on the first floor, which was gradually quiet, and the voice was loud and full of energy, and it shook the room as if it could fall dust.

People looked up one after another, but saw a sturdy and burly man staggering to his feet and walking towards the table on Li Ruoyun's side.

The man was obviously drunk, his body was staggering, his eyes were wide open, but his gaze was unfocused, his eyes were hazy, and his hands were constantly clenching and loosening their fists, opening and closing like a fish's mouth, and he looked rather strange.

When people are drunk, there are countless visions, and it is not surprising that there are thousands of strange things.

People have the heart to stop him, looking at his appearance, they know that he is going for Li Ruoyun, but thinking about the internal strength he showed by the laughter just now, he has scruples and does not dare to act rashly, lest he fail to save his life, but put himself in it, it is a big joke.

The whole hall was silent, everyone's eyes were focused on this big man, no longer speaking, watching the development of things, nervous in his heart, if he had no choice but to do so, even if his skills were low, he would sacrifice his life to save the beauty, Li Ruoyun's cold temperament made people have the urge to moth to the fire, wanting to warm her and melt her.

Li Ruoyun looked out the window quietly, as if he didn't hear the big man's shouting, holding the tea cup in his left hand, leisurely and still, his movements were elegant and demure, which was unbearable to be disturbed.

But the person who drank the wine, the thoughts in his head were different from Pingshuo, different from ordinary people, his heart was boiling, his blood was gushing, and he wanted to kiss Fangze.

Under the gaze of the people, the man staggered, and finally approached behind Li Ruoyun, he took a deep breath, and seemed to be able to smell a faint fragrance, refreshing people's hearts, and couldn't help but boil with blood, and became more impulsive.

"Little lady, take off the veil of Naraushzi and let my brother take a look!" The big man stretched out his big fan-like hand and slowly patted it on Li Ruoyun's fragrant shoulder.

"Stop!" there was a loud shout, and one of them finally couldn't sit still and stepped forward.

When the big man was itching, he heard that someone came out to stir up the situation, and he was furious, turned back sharply, his eyes were wide open, and his copper bell-like eyes were bloodshot, which was extremely terrifying.

He glared at the man for a long time, and shouted angrily: "Which one are you?

The person who had been drinking just now stood up, but it was a young man with a sword.

This person is long, tall as a pine, dressed in white like snow, spotless, eyes like a star, nose like a hanging gall, lips slightly pursed, jaw like a knife, heroic with a dignified demeanor, is really a rare beautiful man.

Seeing that the big man turned his head, his handsome face showed a sneer, his eyes were slanted, extremely arrogant, and he hummed disdainfully: "In broad daylight, it is really a shame for the men of the world to bully a weak woman!"

The big man was furious, glared hard, and threatened viciously: "Damn, you little rabbit, get out of the way, don't provoke the uncle's surname, and take you away!"

His words were extremely rude, and the people around him felt harsh and couldn't help but open their mouths to accuse.

If no one stands up, they don't want to speak, but once someone stands up, they follow it, but they spare no effort, it is very lively, and for a while, the momentum is violent.

"You birdmen, shut up at Lao Tzu!" The big man shouted loudly, not afraid of everyone's accusations, but scolded everyone, his eyes were blood-red, and he glared at everyone fiercely, which can be described as bold.

The sneer on the face of the white-clothed young man was even worse, and he was indifferent to his scolding, and snorted coldly: "You madman, Hugh is rampant, and you are teaching high tricks!"

"Hehe, little white face, you are looking for death yourself, don't blame Lao Tzu for being ruthless!" The drunken man sneered, didn't say much, his steps floated, and he rushed towards the young man in white with one step.

Although his steps were staggering, vain and unreal, as if a random gust of wind could blow him down, his body was as fast as lightning, and as soon as his voice fell, he stepped in front of the young man in white, punched out, and fell straight to his face.

The young man in white was secretly frightened, and he didn't have time to draw his sword, so he could only step on it and take a step back to avoid its sharpness.

The drunkard was unforgiving, and his burly body twisted, like a swimming fish swinging its tail, suddenly changing his moves, and attacking with the trend, still making the other party retreat.

Its burly figure and agile body are extremely incongruous, and it looks a little weird.

The young man in white was annoyed in his heart, but he didn't expect this drunk man to pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger, drunk and drunk, but his skills were not deformed at all, but even more unpredictable.

He didn't know that this drunkard was performing a unique mastery: drunken boxing.

This punch is not well-known in the martial arts, and it is a strange road, fast and slow, often unexpected, and must be performed when seven or eight points of drunkenness can exert the greatest power.

But drinking hurts the body, and in the long run, when you reach the prime of life, the body has been eroded by wine, and the physique has deteriorated, so the selection of apprentices is very strict, you need to have a strong liver, and you are not afraid of alcohol, and there are very few people who can practice, and few people know in the martial arts.

"Choking-" sounded, the long sword was unsheathed, a cold lightning flashed in everyone's eyes, the young man in white pursed his thin lips, with anger between his sword eyebrows, he has always been conceited and arrogant, his eyes are empty, he doesn't want to be forced by a drunk man to be unable to draw the sword, and his heart is angry and angry.

The sword light was like electricity, and the cold air was fierce, and Li Ruoyundai, who was facing away from them, moved her eyebrows, and realized the extraordinaryness of this sword.

A sword, for a swordsman, is like a tiger with wings, just like holding the difference between a wooden sword and an iron sword, unless there is too much difference in martial arts, otherwise, it can often determine the outcome of the victory.

The swords in the martial arts are also rare, the sword of the sky, and the dragon slayer are the top swords and swords in the world, which has caused a bloody storm in the martial arts, which can be seen in general.

"Little white face has a good sword, it's back to grandpa!" the drunken man laughed, as if no one was around, his bloodshot eyes greedily staring at the cold sword.

"If you have the ability, just come and get it!" The young man in white snorted coldly, pinched the sword technique, and gently put his index finger on the sword body, slowly erasing it, with a sense of confidence that no one else was.

"Good boy, look at the move!" The drunken man smiled, his body fell slightly, as if he was unstable on his feet, but his body was as fast as lightning, and he jumped in front of the young man in white in an instant, and smashed it with a punch, and the fist was erratic, covering several points in front of him.

The sword light lit up again, and a cold light smeared directly towards his wrist, which was incoherent, and the cold light reflected the handsome face of the young man in white, his thin lips were pursed, the corners of his mouth were slightly drooping, and his eyes were full of ridicule.

The drunkard was awe-inspiring in his heart, he had always been confident that the vagaries of the drunken fist were unpredictable, and he had almost never met an opponent, so he could run rampant, but he didn't expect this little white-faced sword to be so fast, he could only shrink his hand and change his moves, his feet slipped, his body moved horizontally, and he easily dodged the sword light.

Although Li Ruoyun looked at the scenery outside the window, his mind had moved to the fight behind him, for the drunken boxing, although it was the first time he saw it, he was quite interested, but after seeing a few moves, he sighed slightly, this punch is unpredictable, and it can be regarded as a medium boxing technique.

The swordsmanship of the young man in white is quite the essence of the sword, take a quick word, the power is extraordinary, and she knows the result of the fight between the two in her heart.

Chapter drunken fist

(To be continued)