"Phew—"

The white horse folded the fan, the hair was tied in green clothes, and the flat throat told Xuan Ming that the Fengni camp rider who stopped beside him in front of him was a pretty woman dressed as a man. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Little Taoist, do you remember me?"

This sudden question made Xuan Ming a little embarrassed.

He was still covered in gunsmoke not long after leaving the Nanling Ferry, and if he was asked to identify any difference between the corpses under Yang Hong, he might be able to identify them.

But it's a bit hard to get him to remember someone who "he" knows you and you don't.

Seeing Xuan Ming's dazed face, the woman covered her mouth, let out a burst of laughter like a silver bell, and said, "It's really a noble person who forgets things." That's where we met, and I saved you at the hands of a ninja, have you forgotten?"

It turned out to be the life-saving benefactor who broke the phantom soul array that day, and he actually met again in this place, it was really a coincidence, Xuan Ming hurriedly saluted.

What is the other party's name? Xuan Ming remembered that Ning Mei mentioned it, but he didn't seem to remember.

"Little Taoist, I don't know what your name is?"

"In the lower Qing Xuan faction Xuan Ming. ”

"Fengcheng Lanyan. So that we will know each other, and we will see you later. ”

"Please. ”

After getting to know each other, the woman named Lan Yan walked away in the dust amid the greeting of her companions.

A funny and lively girl.

Shooting down the dust particles splashed on the Taoist robe, the cavalry of the Fengni camp finally passed through, and Xuan Ming was able to embark on the road south again.

As for why the government transferred the cavalry to the hilly area of Shaozhou, why did he think about it so much, it had nothing to do with him.

It is a lie to say that the first line of the day at this time is very busy, and the occasional pedestrian passing by is either a merchant delivering goods, or a reporter from a certain newspaper.

Speaking of journalists・・・・・・

"Hello Daoist, we are reporters from Ren Huan Cangyang Newspaper, can I interview you?"

"Supreme Heavenly Venerable, of course you can, donor, please ask. ”

Although it was strange that a reporter from the mundane world would directly find a martial arts person for an interview, Xuan Ming still showed a kind smile to the photographer who was taking pictures of him.

The reporter, Su Yan, holds a thin notebook in his hand, and the tip of the fountain pen is already eager to try.

"May I ask you, have you just returned from the front line in Shaozhou City?"

"Uh, yes. ”

"What is the situation over there? I heard that the situation is very serious. ”

"Well, it's not that serious. ”

The smile on his lips grinned again, kept smiling, and turned his head around.

Money rat tail, yellow leather horse coat.

A group of Guss sect members with single knives suddenly surrounded Xuan Ming and the two reporters in the middle.

"Huh?"

Su Qi obviously felt very strange, and the scene in front of her made her a little overwhelmed.

Yan Shan's trembling was the same as before, Xuan Ming slowly pulled it out, he still kept smiling, but every word that could be said was already squeezed out of between his teeth.

"Guske, I can see you anywhere!"

He privately asked the remnants of the Song Dynasty to understand that the activities of the Gusi Sect had always been secret, and the persecution of the members of the Hanzhi Society was often kept in the dark.

Is it a modified child today?

"Reporter, it looks like our interview is coming to an end. He stood in front of the two reporters of the Cangyang newspaper and said.

"I have a name, my name is Su Yan. ”

Contrary to Xuan Ming's expectations, they didn't necessarily have much panic, but looked at everything in front of them with interest.

"Xiaocao, these people's hairstyles are so funny. ”

"Vice Society, Xiaocao is also called by you, I won't help you shoot it, I will shoot it myself." ”

Su Qi's companion was obviously very dissatisfied with her title, and threw the camera in his hand to Su Qi.

"Don't don't, Liuyingda, I'm wrong, okay. Be gentle, don't hurt the child, it's expensive. ”

Su Yan said as he stroked the camera in his hand distressedly, examining the wounds that did not exist. It looked like she had dropped her camera.

"You lowly Nikans, how come you don't kneel down and listen to Benbel when you see it?"

A Guss man dressed as an elder brother carried a birdcage and paced up empty-eyed, completely ignoring the tip of the sword held by Xuan Ming, which was less than three feet away from him.

"What is this madman talking about?"

"Dear vice-president, how do I know what you don't know. ”

The two behind him were still whispering, just like two beautiful women laughing and talking in the boudoir, diluting the strangeness caused by being surrounded by the Guss cult a little.

Su Qi took out her mobile phone and began to flip through the news of her peers, and after a while, she found a headline that was probably enough for "Brother".

"The champion of the ten counties rode through the streets, knelt down to listen to the seal and received the imperial reward. ”

"What the hell?" Liu Hotaru took her phone curiously and looked at it, "Tut-tut, how many people sacrificed to remove their braids a hundred years ago, and a hundred years later, there are still people who take the initiative to kneel down to their braids." ”

Does the sky have eyes?

Cangtian is naturally eyeless, and if Cangtian had eyes, there would be no Xuan Ming and others.

The war between the two sides began without warning because of the never-ending hostility between the two sides.

You can change from a conversation state to a sword face at any time, and you can also instantly stab yourself when you are talking face-to-face.

Xuan Ming suddenly took out his sword when "Brother" was still teasing the caged finch.

He didn't know why the Guss had come to him, but he knew that his relationship with the Guss had long since turned to irreparable hostility.

Xuan Ming didn't want to involve the two vicissitudes of reporters who passed by to cover the interview into this whirlpool of ancient and modern, but it seems that the development of the situation has not shifted with his thoughts.

In the Creed of Gusianism, there does not seem to be the concept of innocence or innocence.

For the third time, the Gus Sect slashed at the single knife of the Liuying, and the rusty blade had been knocked open by Xuan Ming.

Coupled with the "elder brother" who was still teasing the birds and watching the battle, there were only five Gusi sect members I met this time. If Xuan Ming is alone, even if his fists are defeated by all hands, he will still be able to escape with confidence.

But now I have to protect two young girls who seem to be powerless, how can this be done?

Xuan Ming had never said a word to anyone in the Gusi Sect, perhaps because of this, he was able to get out of the predicament quickly.

Leaning slightly sideways to avoid the splashes of rust, this disgusting group of people a hundred years ago used boiled to concoct arrowheads. Now that the new era has arrived, simply use the rusty single knife as a weapon, the meanness of this raccoon dog is really deep in the blood.

Fortunately, Yan Shan is sharp.

Xuan Ming silently spread the sword qi on the blade, and after an ordinary confrontation, only two snaps were heard, and the single knife in the hands of two people on the opposite side was broken into two.

At this moment, a Guth man with the same money rat tail and dressed in a horse coat came from a distance.

Holding the scimitar in his hand, the target seems to be where Xuan Ming is.

The dark horse carries an indomitable momentum, which makes people feel pressured sharply.