Zhou Xing said early: "What about your sword? A few years ago, Xiao Zhou had a duel with the Luo Dao King's 'Sword Laughter', and was exploited by the evil gangsters of the 'Blue Dragon Society' in the 'Imperial Palace' (see the "Sword Laughter" volume), and the victory or defeat was undecided;

Shang Ge and Yang's fists were clenched, he stared at the ordinary "green steel sword" on Zhou Xingzao's waist, and on a cold day, his forehead, drop by drop of cold sweat, dripped down his cheeks-

――Do I really want to draw a knife?

The last time I drew a knife was two and a half years ago, when I competed with An Tianming in the "Liang Wangfu", right?

――Ever since I became Cai Xiang's son-in-law, since I became the "No. 1 Swordsman in Beijing", I have rarely had the opportunity to personally use the sword, and with status and fame, there will be countless subordinates and subordinates who will teach me a lesson, eradicate those enemies who hinder me or make trouble for me, I really haven't done it myself for a long time......

Two and a half years ago, I fought with An Tianming, and I used all my strength to barely draw with An Tianming, but An Tianming died not long ago under the fast sword of this young man in front of him (see the volume of "Liuliyue")? His "Buddha Slayer Knife" is no match for his fast sword? What about my "Red Turban Knife"?

-- I haven't participated in a life-or-death battle for two and a half years, will my sword skills still be as skilled as before? Will my skills be rusty? Will my knife rust......

--If I draw my sword and win, I will just find a place for Zhao Ritian's villain, but if I lose, I will have nothing, what 'Red Turban Sword King', what 'No. 1 Swordsman in Beijing', these reputations will all have nothing to do with me, I will be disliked by my father, I will be ridiculed by my classmates, Xuan'er will snub me, relatives and friends will alienate me, and she, the woman next door who is as indifferent as a chrysanthemum, will no longer worship, admire, rely on, and love me as a big hero......

- If I lose my power, my father's trust, my husband's trust, and her and I live, what is the point of living?

I'm only thirty-eight years old this year, and I'm in the prime of life, so why should I die? Eh, the bodies of Luo Lao Wu and Xiao Lao Ba are already cold, right? They are already dead...... When you die, it means that all the wealth and glory of life are gone...... I'm going to live......

- I can't die!

Shang Song and Dance were expressionless, sitting high on the tiger skin chair, he was doing a fierce and fierce ideological struggle, under the gaze of more than 100 pairs of eyes of the two big dart games and the "Power Gang" swordsman, his "red scarf knife" was never unsheathed.

Zhou Xingzao said lightly: "What? Are you afraid? Or are you old? Fifteen years ago, in the first battle of 'Snake Mountain', you became famous in the world in business singing and dancing, entered the Prime Minister's Mansion, became the son-in-law of the power minister, and became the brother-in-law of today's saint, sat on the top spot of the eight sword kings of the 'Power Gang', and achieved the reputation of 'the first swordsman in Beijing', now think about it, what a majesty and what a scenery!"

Shang Ge's eyes were like poisonous snakes, staring at the gushing Zhou Xingzao, and his eyes were not only resentful, but also slightly moved by reminiscence.

"It's a pity!" Zhou Xing sighed early, and changed his words: "Since ancient times, famous generals have been like beauties, and they are most afraid of seeing white heads in the world." Those glorious deeds were all 15 years ago, and those glorious years have gone forever when the Yangtze River has rolled east into the sea!"

Shang Ge's hand holding the knife trembled slightly, and the bright red silk scarf on his thick neck with exposed green tendons jumped even more intensely.

However, he never drew his knife.

He's enduring it.

"Shang Song and Dance, you are old! You should retire and hold the doll at home! At your age, you are no longer suitable to fight and compete for dominance on the rivers and lakes!" Zhou Xingzao stretched out his arms, pointed to Ji Beiming, Mo Xiaohei, Blood Iris and the Four Watches beside him, and forced Shang Song and Dance to say: "The back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves, and the rivers and mountains have their own talents, what are the 'Eight Great Sword Kings'? What are the 'First Swordsmen of the Beijing Division'? It's all old and yellow! It's time to turn the page! The current 'Beijing Division' is the world of our young people, you, understand?"

All the people almost thought that the "Red Turban Sword King" Shang Song and Dance would draw the sword, and even Shang Song and Dance himself was angry in his chest, and when it burned to the boiling point, he couldn't help but pull out the knife-

However, at the moment of him, the beauty and shadow of the woman next door in Tsing Yi, who was as pale as a chrysanthemum, once again appeared in Shang Gedan's heart and mind......

No!

I can't take this risk! I can't draw a knife! I can't die! She is still in "home", guarding a lonely lamp, waiting for me to go back to eat......

Thinking of this, Shang Ge and Dance had no anger and anger at all, and all the anger and hatred disappeared in an instant.

He held the knife in his hand, and asked in a majestic voice, "Aren't you invited by the 'Changfeng Dart Bureau' and Wei Chibei?"

"Not really," Zhou Xing said early: "Wei Chibei is the registered disciple of the late Yun Feiyang Da Longtou of the 'Dafeng Hall', and now that the old man Yun has passed away, the third master of Anton Ye An has violated the law of the country and is serving his sentence at the border pass, and Miss Yun hurried back to the 'Kanto' main hall at the beginning of the month to mediate the increasingly intensified contradictions between her two senior brothers, Meng Dongtang and Xiong Dong, and the 'Dafeng Tang' is no longer presided over in the 'Jingshi', and it is scattered;

However, if there is no one in the 'Dafeng Hall', it doesn't mean that the 'Changfeng Dart Bureau' and Wei Chi Dart Head can be allowed to be arbitrarily annexed and bullied by snobbies like Zhao Ritian, and our 'Tencent Hall' thirteen whirlwinds are still there!"

Blood Iris, the only girl among the five people in the "Tencent Hall", stepped forward and said lightly: "Li Xiangye Nian had a love affair with Yun Dalong before his death, and learned that Zhao Ritian invited the 'Three Sword Kings' of your gang to come to the 'Three Streets' to smash the 'Changfeng Dart Bureau', so he sent our five brothers and sisters to come and have a look before dinner." ”

Shang Ge and Dance said gloomily: "It doesn't matter if you look at it, this gang will kill two sword kings!"

Zhou Xing had already looked at the corpses in the pool of blood, and then looked back at the men and women of the "Changfeng Dart Bureau" who were standing on the side of the street in the distance behind him, waiting for news, before turning to face Shang Song and Dance, and said: "Although the two sword kings unfortunately died, there are at least twenty-seven people, who can live because of their deaths, not to mention, if they were willing to turn their anger into peace and change their hostility into jade silk earlier, they would not have had to die!"

Shang Ge Song suddenly sighed and said, "It's a pity, even if our brother agrees not to trouble the 'Changfeng Dart Bureau', it's useless." ”

Zhou Xing said early: "How do you say this?"

Shang Song and Dance said: "Because, there is one more person, and the team will not agree." ”

Zhou Xingzao said: "Who?"

Shang Ge and Dance took a deep breath and said word by word: "Be the imperial master Cai Xiang!"

"Is Cai Yuanchang?" Zhou Xingzao actually said: "If he doesn't agree, you might as well ask him to come to me." ”

Shang Ge's heart tightened, and he said, "Where to find you?"

Zhou Xingzao's cold gaze suddenly drifted to a plum forest in the distance, and after a long time, he sniffed his nose and said slowly: "In Bianjing City, in the 'Qingluo Garden', Miss Qingluo's hot pot must have been opened at this time, ......

After saying this, Zhou Xingzao and his companions turned around and went back, and after meeting with Wei Chibei and others who were waiting on the side of the street, they left together.

Hearing this, Shang Ge and Dance drew a long sigh of amazement in his heart, and sat on the tiger skin chair without moving for a long time......

............

It was nearly noon, and the entire "Cai Xiangfu" was trembling.

When Cai Jing and Cai Xiangye are in a good mood, they will also pat you on the shoulder with a smile like ordinary people Zhang San, Li Si and Wang Wu, and say some jokes that he thinks are funny and his subordinates think are not funny, but he has to pretend to be funny.

However, when Cai Xiang is angry, he will become different from the Zhang San, Li Si, Wang and Wu you recognize.

When Cai Jing was angry and angry, his face, which was usually always kind and kind and red-eyed, would suddenly become like a hungry and angry lion, and his eyes would also shoot a fierce and terrifying light like a lion.

When the Chinese food of the delicacies of the mountains and seas was served, he looked like he had turned into an angry lion, and the servants and nurses waiting for the feast were all frightened and walking on thin ice, and they did not dare to come out of the atmosphere, because this moody master would catch anyone who angered him at any moment, tear it to pieces without asking for a reason, and then swallow it piece by piece.

Now is the time for him to be angry, to be angry, to be angry.

Zhao Ritian was wrapped in a wounded cloth on his head, frowning, standing in front of Shang Song and Dance, this martial arts tycoon who had just woken up and came to the Prime Minister's Mansion to ask for guilt and Weizhen's side, but now he seemed to have suddenly turned into a soft sheep, and he didn't even dare to breathe.

Cai Jing stared at his son-in-law Shang Song and Dance with a pair of eyes full of red silk, gritted his teeth and gritted his teeth, and asked, "Auntie, you said that the little bastard raised by the bitch is called Zhou Xingzao?"

Shang Song and Dance said, "Yes." ”

Cai Jing asked again: "You say, he was sent by Li Gang's sour rot?"

Shang Song and Dance lowered his head and said, "Yes." ”

Cai Jing asked again: "And then we lost two generals?"

Shang Song and Dance lowered his head and said, "Yes." ”

Cai Jing turned his gaze, glared at Zhao Ritian, who was silent behind his son-in-law, and roared angrily: "Xiao Zhao, do you know that Xiao Wu and Xiao Ba are here to help you kill people because they want to hold your face?"

Zhao Ritian said in a trembling voice: "The little one knows." ”

Cai Jing's throat let out an angry lion-like roar: "If it weren't for the fact that Benxiang wanted to subdue the hearts of the 'Jingshi' martial arts people, Benxiang wouldn't care whether you were dead or alive!"

As he spoke, Cai Jing suddenly jumped up from the Taishi chair, he rushed over, grabbed Zhao Ritian's placket, and tore it in half at once, and then gave Zhao Ritian more than 30 big ear brackets on the head of Zhao Ritian's dart.

The corners of Zhao Ritian's mouth had been beaten and bleeding constantly, but he didn't seem to have any angry and painful expressions, but seemed to feel very happy and relieved.

Because he knew that the more fiercely Cai Xiangye beat and scolded harder, it meant that he still regarded his Lao Zhao as his own.

As long as Cai Xiangye still regards him as his own, he Zhao Ritian's life will be picked up; on the contrary, if Cai Jing is polite to him, he will not want to get out of this "Cai Xiangfu" alive today.

After the thirty-six big slaps, Cai Jing was still puzzled and added a "heartwarming foot" to his stomach.

Although Zhao Ritian had been beaten by Cai Jing with a nosebleed and a cold sweat, he still stood obediently like a pug, nodding his head and waist, and didn't even dare to move.