The emperor stood near the abyss, and the light on his immature face flashed.

At this moment, a ray of sunlight poured from the sky on his body, adding a faint veil of brilliance to him.

Glancing back at the hidden cave, he muttered, "It's time to go!"

As he spoke, the figure blurred for a while, and the next moment, Huangfu had already swept to a big tree protruding above the cliff, and immediately flashed several times, borrowed a few times on the cliff, and disappeared without a trace.

The Song dynasty was weak, and the war in the north was peaceful, and there were often no people on hundreds of miles of roads. Since the Northern Song Dynasty, a large number of people in the Central Plains have moved south for refuge, at this time southern Fujian has been developed, the land is large and abundant, and gradually it has become densely populated.

Nowadays, with the development of Confucianism, academies have risen in various parts of Fujian Lufu, and literati and ink writers have lingered here, and they are prosperous.

Quanzhou City is prosperous by sea, but also the traffic is busy, Huangfu Yan has come all the way, has come to the city unconsciously.

Fanbang strangers, back and forth, like a different world.

was dressed in a plain white brocade robe, but he found it from the mountain gate relic. The black hair spread out wantonly on the back of his head, and there was no trace of blood on his pale face, and behind his back was an ancient sword wrapped in black cloth.

"Shanhai Pavilion, it seems to be a good hotel!" the corners of Huangfu's mouth curled slightly, with a look of anticipation. Before leaving, he found a lot of fine softness from the ruins, and he was an out-and-out local tyrant.

On the second floor of the restaurant, a large number of Jianghu guests sat there drinking and chatting, and from time to time they ate the tofu of the proprietress in words.

Seeing the emperor come in, Xiao Er was disdainful for a while. Just as he was about to scold the hairy boy, he found a silver ingot on an empty table in the window.

"What's a good meat dish, come up quickly!" the emperor said to the side, old-fashioned. I didn't see Xiao Er's movement in the middle of the ring, thinking that the silver taels were not enough, and a bigger silver ingot fell on the table.

At this moment, even the proprietress who was laughing with the diners couldn't sit still.

With a happy face, he came here, knocked a few times on the little er's head, and said with a smile: "Shaoxia wait for a while, what are you waiting for, don't you settle down for a while, prepare the best meal!" The latter sentence has already begun to yell at the little er.

The movement here has long attracted the customers in the store, and several of them are black-faced and bright-eyed, obviously treating Huangfu as a little sheep.

The coquettish proprietress squeezed her eyebrows in front of him, and when she saw him for a while, she walked away, thinking that this hairy boy was too young to know the benefits of women.

When the emperor saw her leave, he relieved himself. In later generations, he has seen too many beauties in the city. Although this proprietress is quite beautiful, she can't let him care, plus the quality of the cosmetics in ancient times is not good, the proprietress has too much makeup on her face, and the smell of rouge makes it difficult for him to breathe.

Soon, the meal was served.

While tasting the food of a thousand years ago, Huang Fu Yan began to listen to the audience talk about the world.

"Boss, hasn't that little cub of your family been clamoring to learn swords, how is it now?"

Someone used the name of his child to talk to the proprietress of the restaurant.

In all parts of this Fujian Road, although the literary style is very strong, ordinary people are still proud of practicing good martial arts. It is said that the proprietress and his wife were a pair of high-rollers in the early years, and they were tired of the vendetta of life and death in the rivers and lakes, so they opened a restaurant here, but they were also leisurely.

The proprietress sighed and said, "What kind of martial arts do you learn, it's a shame that he was still young at that time, and he didn't worship the word Hui Sword Gate, otherwise...... Hey, it's better to be a stable businessman. ”

Everyone was silent for a while, and it was obvious that the destruction of the One Word Hui Sword Sect was a big blow to them.

Huang Fu Yan was moved when he heard this, and was about to hear what else happened after the Sword Sect was destroyed, when he saw that everyone avoided this topic and stopped talking about it.

"Ladies and gentlemen, use it slowly!" the proprietress glanced at the position of the emperor and entered the room.

She walked the rivers and lakes in her early years, and her vision was still a little. Huangfu is dressed in brocade clothes, his appearance is handsome and free, and he dares to go out alone, he must be a martial arts practitioner. Moreover, she could conclude that this kid was still a sword cultivator. Just now, she found that inside the black package behind the child was a sword.

The word Hui Sword Gate was destroyed overnight, and the entire vicinity of Fuzhou was panicked, and the people who cultivated the sword were even more frightened. But all swordsmen will cover up in every way.

When the food was almost finished, Huangfu Yan asked for another pot of wine and ate it with taste. This body was buried in the ground for many days, and when he came out, he hurried away, and simply ate a few wild fruits. I have been practicing for many days, but I am also tired of it, and now everything I eat is delicious.

"Pedal Pedal Pedal T

......

There was a chaotic sound of footsteps below the restaurant, the flow of people in Quanzhou City was too large, and there were many guests coming and going, and the emperor didn't pay attention to it.

Soon, the footsteps became louder and louder, and one person came to the second floor.

This man was about to speak, but he saw the emperor by the window.

There is no way, most of the restaurants are high-rollers, all of them are five big and three coarse. Huangfu Yan's face was pale, and he looked like a rich young master who had been hollowed out by wine, and he really stood out from the crowd here.

Seeing him drinking alone, a trace of disdain flashed in this man's eyes, but when he saw a scabbard exposed by the black package next to him, greed flashed in the eyes of the visitor, and he could see that it was a good sword.

"Boy, I want this sword, how much silver. The man's eyes were fixed on Huangfu, and he consciously measured him as a rich man who had been hollowed out by wine, and he didn't dare to say anything. His son-in-law is also a person who uses a sword, how can he not like to give this good sword to his son-in-law.

Huangfu Yan raised his eyes and glanced at the man, his appearance was slightly delicate, but a pair of wide eyes made the whole person look rude, in his twenties, but this word was arrogant and abnormal, you must know that the people in the rivers and lakes, the weapon is your own woman, you are going to take it away this time, who do you think you are?

"Sick! don't sell" Huangfu didn't bother to pay attention to it, and continued to bow his head and drink lightly.

This man stared at him for a long time, and seeing his perfunctory attitude and resolute spirit, he finally became angry, kicked at the waist of the emperor, and his fist was already overwhelming with a gust of wind.

This person's palm strength is full of internal strength, and between the attacks of his fists and feet, the qi energy draws a "Murong" word on the top of the Eight Immortals table.

Everyone knew that this was the owner of Xuanshuang Village, and the relationship with the Murong family was not trivial, and this person had always been aggressive, so everyone avoided it, wanting to see how this young man would deal with this reckless man.

"Huh!" Seeing the word Murong deliberately made by this person, Huangfu Yan's heart moved, and he said strangely: "I don't know if you are?"

"'Jiangtou is not evil', there is a gust of wind in the south of the lower river, and the storm in Xuanshuangzhuang is evil!"

Huang Fu Yan smiled slightly, and his heart was relieved, it turned out to be this stunned goods! Zhou Gongjian's first move was already a little good, and he was about to try his current strength, so he said with a smile: "Okay, a gust of wind in the south of the Yangtze River is known to be prestigious, and I just happened to see it below." ”

The people in the rivers and lakes present immediately looked at him together.

Although Huangfu's voice was soft, these words clearly came into everyone's ears. It turned out that this half-grown son was still a person in the rivers and lakes, and he was very curious to see that he could still be calm and calm when he heard that the Murong family was famous and should fight.

The previous few high-rollers who had the intention of robbing money were even more in a cold sweat, secretly scolding themselves for almost hitting this little killer.

It has been a few years since the debut of the stormy evil, but where there is any prestige, there is a lot of notoriety. At this time, seeing this young man complimenting himself so much, he was inevitably happy in his heart, and he had the idea of keeping his hand.