Hua Eighteen was drinking, but not much today.

There are a lot of strange Jianghu guests in the inn today, she has to stay awake, she can't drink badly, she can't get drunk.

The appearance of Hua Eighteen is especially beautiful when it meets wine, and it is more beautiful when it is slightly drunk.

Zhen's head, apricot lips, willow waist, rhino teeth, crisp breasts, and distant mountain eyebrows, are really beautiful, all of them are charming, and there are endless autumn waves, spring-like soft fingers, and a bright hibiscus face, so beautiful that people have life and death parting, and there are no regrets in this life.

Usually there are many disciples who stay at the inn for various reasons, taking the opportunity to feast on the beauty of Hua Eighteen, but today it is strange that almost all the men in the diners downstairs are staring nervously at the rain street outside the door, and no one looks at Hua Eighteen behind the counter anymore.

Outside the door, only two stray dogs fought for a discarded bone in the wind and rain. What's so nice about this?

Are they all blind?

A sickly-faced and alcohol-filled boy sat down next to Hua Eighteen and said in a low voice, "Shopkeeper, where did they come from?"

He is the Liangcheng inn's bookkeeper Mr. "three-cylinder son" Wen Seventeen, a drunken and drunken stranger, it is said that before he fell down, he was a child of a family of the Lingnan family, very talented, and wrote a good hand, and later his feelings were frustrated, and his family fell in the middle of the road, so he simply hid in Liangcheng, Saibei to be a drunken and dreamy pleasure seeker.

Probably everyone who escapes from the world and walks into Liangcheng has an unforgettable sad past.

As Wen Seventeen spoke, his drunken eyes kept staring at the four hat-hats who had just walked into the corner.

They were tall, and their weapons were taller than their stature.

Hua 18 said: "Those soldiers who shouted five and drank six were the subordinates of Mr. Ao and Xiao Cai, your turtle grandson, all of whom were the goods of wine bags and rice bags; the chicks who did not eat or drink at the window were the cutting-edge masters 'cold-blooded thirteen eagles' discovered by the 'Flying Eagle Castle' in recent years, who were fledgling, looked good, and their kung fu was unusual; the four faceless guys in the corner were the 'Four Heavenly Kings' of the Beijing Forbidden Army, and they were some famous in the Bianjing area, but they were just relying on a bit of brute force. ”

The volume of her speech was neither high nor low, and the group of fast hunters with slightly worse ear power couldn't hear it, but the last two groups of people who were commented on by her could hear it clearly.

When the "Four Heavenly Kings" heard this, they let out a heavy snort at the same time under the hat!

The "Cold-blooded Thirteen Eagles" were slightly surprised, and their eyes drifted towards Hua Eighteen, they rarely walked around the rivers and lakes, this time it was because the "Flying Eagle Castle" owed a great favor to a benefactor of the Beijing Master, and the thirteen brothers went out of the mountain together, and went thousands of miles to Liangcheng to repay the kindness, but they didn't expect this beautiful woman in white to say their identities in a word.

Hua Eighteen's sight, but not on them, she found a person, a young scholar, wearing a white robe, holding an oil-paper umbrella, looking from a distance, it is really white clothes and snow, not dusty, at a glance, I feel that this seems to be a person who does not eat fireworks in the world.

This was Hua Eighteen's first impression of Chu Yunmian.

The white-clothed scholar had already entered the store, found a clean seat, sat down, and the young man Lei Jinbao came up to pour tea, but he only needed a glass of water and tasted it carefully, as if the water had an endless aftertaste.

What a handsome and melancholy man!Hua Eighteen couldn't help but look at him again.

When this person raises his hand, throws his feet, raises his eyebrows, and looks back, there is an indescribable pride and sorrow, just like the snow in the mountains, left behind and independent, the kind of arrogance and sorrow that does not seek sympathy from the world and is lonely.

Especially those eyes, Hua Eighteen reminded her of a sentence that the master Leng Beicheng often whispered: The curtain snow and the cold moon are frosted, I am afraid that I have misunderstood the melancholy of life and death!

The man had an old blue bag in his hand, and he was strung with a long object, which was wrapped in a layer of blue cloth that had been washed and faded eighty percent of its color, presumably a sword, a sword tightly wrapped in old cloth.

The white-clothed scholar sang softly, and tears gradually appeared in his eyes.

"Seven nights of snow, the sand of your fingertips, have frosted. Hair is like a cloud, swinging the sword to break, when you turn around, wave your hand, I am afraid, I understand the melancholy of life and death!"

Hua Eighteen listened to it and felt that it was a lonely, resentful and poignant song.

At this time, in the lobby of the inn, at least thirty people moved!

"Chu Yunmian, the county lord has a reward of 100,000 taels, and he wants your dog's head!"

The two soapy clothes closest to the table of the white-clothed scholar Chu Yunmian were the first to attack, and with a twist of the knife light, they went straight through! The sword light reflected the two people's faces white, and also reflected Chu Yunmian's face.

The "Cold-blooded Thirteen Eagles" near the window bounced up steeply, and the sword flowers were blooming, which had stopped the dozens of wolf-like hunters and van troops, and kept the incoming enemy out of the way!

Chu Yunmian finished chanting, and his body suddenly moved. He suddenly glanced at the sky, and then drew his sword.

Hua Eighteen suddenly saw a sword light. This should not be sword light, because the sword light will not be so fast, this will never be the sword light, because the sword light will not be so sharp, this is even less likely to be the sword light, because the sword light will never be unstoppable with such a gentle killing intent, as if a scholar does not use a sword, but kills with a poem!

The sword pierced between the two blades. A wisp of blood erupted from the throat of a catcher. The other catcher's face happened to be splashed on his face by the blood of his companion, and he felt hot and fishy, and he was wiping his face with his hand, and his chest was already stabbed by a sword, and he died on the ground.

Chu Yunmian's sword is called "Poetry Sword", the left move is called "The Book Has Its Own Golden House", and the right move is called "The Book Has Its Own Yan Ruyu".

Chu Yunmian sang a song, took out his sword, the sword light was like a poem, and more than 20 people who caught Kuai and Xiang Jun drank their swords and died in an instant.

Hua Eighteen suddenly felt that this Chu Yunmian, who was singing, killing and killing, had a sense of déjà vu.

The "Four Heavenly Kings" knocked off the deep hats on their heads with their backhands, revealing four vicious, fierce, domineering, and fierce faces.

The vicious big man clenched his fists and said, "Under Liu Dehua." ”

The fierce man arched his hand and said, "In Xia Liming." ”

The tyrannical man bowed and said, "In Xia Guo Fucheng." ”

The fierce big man said, "There is Zhang Xue." ”

After the "Four Heavenly Kings" reported to their homes, they began to kill people, the green dragon knife, the mountain axe, the gourd hammer, the mace, the four long and heavy weapons danced like a windmill, killing Chu Yunmian in the protection of the "Cold-blooded Thirteen Eagles" from four directions.

"Young Master Chu, you go first! Our brothers fought with them-" A young man in hunting clothes roared, and with his companions, he and his companions took swords, and in a crazy manner, rushed towards the "Four Heavenly Kings" approaching from all sides!

Outside the battle situation, Hua Eighteen sighed slightly, and Wen Seventeen shook his head.

Only one looked, and twelve of the "Cold-Blooded Thirteen Eagles" had fallen, and the only one standing upright was the young man in hunting costume who spoke, his sword had been broken, and only his stubborn body stood upright.

Liu Dehua praised: "I can still stand after being hit by three knives, I am a man!"

"Brother, how are you?" Chu Yunmian asked in a low voice.

The young man's teeth chattered, and he said in a heavy voice: "I can't do it anymore-Gongzi Chu, our brother is entrusted by the girl with red tears--Answering the son's entry into Beijing to sue the emperor--You should be more careful about the rest of the stormy road--I still have a sentence, I don't know if Gongzi wants to hear it-"

Chu Yunmian turned a blind eye to the murderous "Four Heavenly Kings" around him, held the crumbling young man, and said in a deep voice: "Brother, please speak, Chu Yunmian listens." ”

The young man approached Chu Yunmian's ear and said in a weak, almost inaudible voice: "Young Master Chu, whether you can survive this catastrophe or not, please cherish the woman in the 'Wind and Rain Building'." Miss Xi's affection for Childe can be seen even by a blind person, and you-don't let her down-"

Chu Yunmian couldn't imagine that this young man in the rivers and lakes would say such a few words to him when his life was in danger of the great enemy, and he couldn't help but blush and be stunned.

Jingshi, the wind and rain are fragrant, and the red tears are breathing.

- He vaguely remembered that the strange woman named Xi Hongxian said clearly: "From now on, the matter of your Chu Yunmian is the matter of my red tears, and the matter of the three thousand brothers and sisters of the 'Wind and Rain Fragrance Building'." ”

This sentence, no matter how long it takes, as soon as he thinks of this, there will be a warm current in his chest slowly surging, red tears, red tears, and he silently calls the woman's name in his heart, as if that name represents a temporary new hope.

The young man's head tilted, and he was in Chu Yunmian's arms.

The knives, axes, hammers, and sticks of the "Four Heavenly Kings" were slowly raised again, and the grim smile of the god of death pierced Chu Yunmian's sad eyes.