Smart people are often more afraid of death than stupid people, so most of the people who rush forward on the battlefield are simple-minded and full-limbed guys.

Warm tea is too smart, but too afraid of death.

He pulled over the two disciples of the "Great Wind Hall" who were at a loss, and pushed them in front of him, and he couldn't stop backing back, legs, legs, legs, retreat......

He knew that a spear as red as the sunset pierced his heart.

After the killing, the "blood and tear gun" became more bright red, as bright red as a beauty's cheeks.

Chen Yuan's eyes were red.

The poignant murderous aura of the "Blood Tear Gun" took away Wen Cha's ugly soul, and his body stood upright among the dozens of "Dafeng Hall" disciples in the hall, his head bowed and his waist bowed deeply, as if he was repenting for the sins he had committed.

The well-mannered hateman slowly took off the hat on his head, revealing a handsome and wise face with blank eyes in Bu Qingyi, and he said lightly: "Let's go!"

Chu Yu and Liu Shenghan, who were standing on either side of him, immediately slashed their swords, cut off the heads of He Jiu and Tang Tang, hung the traitor's bloody head on his waist with Chen Yuan, and then followed Mr. Bu and walked out with a calm expression.

-- The four masters of martial arts were transferred from the mountain, and the three deacons with the second highest skill were killed by the other party, and no one dared to stop them in the hall of more than 30 people, let alone keep them.

Walked to the threshold, Bu Qingyi paused slightly, waved his big sleeves, and a heavy wind flew straight up, everyone dodged in an uproar, only to hear a "boom", and the sleeve wind smashed the stone wall engraved with a rhinoceros looking at the moon behind the Taishi chair.

The walls collapsed and the bricks were cracked, and the dust was flying, and looking at Mr. Bu and the others, they were long gone.

Outside, the wind and clouds were secret, and the rain was getting heavier.

As soon as Mr. Bu came out of the "Qingxi Hall", a young painter in Tsing Yi came out of the corner of the street, and he quickly followed and walked quickly.

The artist who had just appeared was very young, very thin, with a large canvas on his back, careless in the rain, as if he was sketching in the green.

Chu Yu and Liu Shenghan didn't know this new painter, so they only heard Mr. Bu ask, "She's here?"

The painter replied as he walked: "She has already passed the 'first street', and she is accompanied by Zhu Qiqi, the 'female Zhuge 'of the seventh master'. ”

"Withdraw!" Mr. Bu walked more quickly when he heard this.

Chen Yuan's face was murderous, and after dragging the spear hall, the tip of the spear drew a deep gun mark on the bluestone ground, and the stars splashed everywhere.

Who is she? Why did Mr. Bu, who was famous all over the world, run away as soon as he heard the news of her?

Chu Yu and Liu Shenghan had all kinds of doubts in their hearts, but at the moment of the great enemy, it was not easy to ask deeply.

Mr. Bu stepped into the "Wudao Street", and an old scholar came out of the alley, chased after him in three steps and two steps, and followed Mr. Bu closely.

Chu Yu and Liu Shenghan also didn't know who this scholar was, but they saw that he was in his fifties, with white temples, reading glasses, a high bookshelf on his back, and a half-worn cyan robe that had been washed and turned white.

Mr. Bu asked without looking back, "Did she speak?"

The old pedant replied, "Yes." She has reached 'Erdao Street', the bodies of the three heralds have been exposed, and she has ordered everyone in 'Qidao Street' to keep her husband at all costs. ”

When Mr. Bu heard this, he only said one word: "Go!"

His pace is faster, Chen Yuan does not give up silently, and the group is smooth, the more smooth and smooth, the faster and faster.

Who is she sacred? Can make the wisest Mr. Bu in the world blindly dodge like a frightened bird??

Chu Yu and Liu Shenghan pressed the doubts in their hearts and followed closely.

As soon as Mr. Bu stepped on the "Liudao Street", a middle-aged man with a yin and yang face who was guarding the entrance of the street walked forward quickly.

Of course, Chu Yu and Liu Shenghan would not know who this person's surname was, but they didn't see him as thin as a hemp pole, his eyes were shining, his face was black and white, he had a dark iron chessboard on his back, and a chess bag containing chess pieces hanging from his waist, his expression was calm and serious.

Mr. Bu kept asking, "Did she move?"

The yin-yang-faced man retreated and replied: "Yes, her Fang Jia is now in 'Sandao Street', mobilizing all the forces at hand, and we are surrounded by the front and back, left and right. ”

Mr. Bu's face changed drastically, and he immediately ordered: "Run!"

Mr. Bu's order just now was to "go", but now it has been directly and bluntly replaced with "escape", and the difference of one word is enough to show how dangerous their current situation is.

Chen Yuan knew that when Mr. Bu gave orders, he would never drag his feet, and he didn't say a word, but he had the intention of a word.

Therefore, Chen Yuan immediately followed Mr. Bu regardless of his image and fled along the street.

Who is she? Who can make the brilliant Mr. Bu flee from the wind???

Chu Yu and Liu Shenghan were puzzled, they could only evacuate with the rapid flow of people, as if if they were in a hurry and urgent if they left a moment late, the sky would fall.

When I walked to the "Qidao Street", I saw that on the long street, in the gray rain, there were still black crowds of people setting up stalls and selling.

On the left side of the street, there are four meat stalls, one selling beef, one selling mutton, one selling dog meat, and one selling pork, all neatly laid out with boards, with butcher knives inserted in the meat, blood basins on the ground, and meat pieces hanging on the walls.

Opposite the butcher shop is the knife sharpening shop, a bald master is sharpening a firewood knife on the grinding stone quickly, the sound of "rustling" sharpening the knife, people are shocked to hear; next door is a tofu workshop, a sideburns of wild flowers, white skin tofu Shih Tzu, is passing by a hunting fork on the shoulder of a hunting fork to pick a pheasant, two hares hunting big man flirting and scolding.

Further afield, various vendors in various stalls peddling all kinds of small goods, including rice porridge, steamed buns, baked cakes, pot stickers, fried cakes, candies, watermelons, fragrant pears...... Cloth, rouge, gouache, bronze mirrors, animal skins, shoes and socks, umbrellas, calligraphy and paintings...... There are windmills, puppets, spinning tops, masks, tambourine, marbles, pot chips, fans, and ...... Anything you can think of to eat, use, or play with is almost everything here.

This is not surprising, this street is a bustling market in the first place.

But it's very strange that these things are in the bad rain.

These small male and female vendors are simply selling along the streets as if it was a good day when the wind is good, and they are very busy.

But Chu Yu soon discovered an unusual suspicion -

The entire street, from the street to the end of the street, has a total of 81 shops, which operate a wide range of products, but there are no customers.

Not a single customer.

These vendors themselves are disciples of the "Great Wind Hall", and unlike other gangs in the rivers and lakes, the top and bottom of the "Great Wind Hall" are all from the market pawns, and they originally had their own jobs and occupations.

Now, their No. 81 shop, the whole street of peddlers, is just to welcome one "customer".

-- This only "distinguished guest" is the owner of the 108 "Tsing Yi Buildings" who governs the black and white realms, the good and evil factions, the officials and the people, and the government and the opposition.

Liu Shenghan suddenly felt very frightened, and as soon as he was nervous, he felt cold hands and feet.

He didn't like his own shortcomings, which he rarely committed, and he whispered as he moved his hands and feet: "From the street to the end of the street, there are eighty-one shops, and there are two hundred and forty-seven people who can be seen in the rain on the street, and there are one hundred and six people who are hiding and hiding, all of them are practitioners. ”

Chu Yu's chest would feel stuffy when he was afraid, and he couldn't breathe.

He didn't want others to see through his flaws, he took a deep breath while looking at his eyebrows and said in a deep voice: "The one who plays with arrows is not allowed to mix in the group of hunters two hundred steps away from the left front, and there are three cold arrows buckled under his leopard skirt; the woman who sells tofu forty meters in front of us is dressed up by Liu Yiyi, and I remember the body fragrance on her body when she fought on the 'Phoenix Terrace'; Datong sharpened his knife in front of the eleventh knife grinding shop on the right, and the scar on his forehead can't hide it; Ye Zhenyi is just after the seventh butcher shop case from the left, his murderous aura is too heavy, hisThe 'Immortal Blade' is also too eye-catching. ”

The corners of Chen Yuan's mouth will be involved when he is afraid, and there are only two people who know that he has "epilepsy", one is his stepfather, Mr. Bu, and the other is himself.

He would never allow his fatal weakness to be detected by the third person, he put a peanut in his mouth every once in a while to chew it to relieve the tense nerves, and listened with his ears every other moment: "She has already passed the 'Four Streets', and it is estimated that she will arrive here in half an hour, and there are forty-eight people in the same company, all of whom are above the level of quasi-masters, and the combat power of two of them is close to that of super masters." ”

At the moment of the great enemy, the three young men were highly nervous and concentrating.

As long as it is a human being, there will be times when it is afraid, and there are only two kinds of people who do not know that they are afraid, one is a fool, and the other is a big fool.

Different people will have different ways to eliminate fear.

When some people are afraid, they will speak loudly, some take cold showers, some sleep profusely, some pull wild, some brag about their skins, some eat hot pot, some run wildly, some abuse themselves, some work, some go to bed, some chant Buddha, and some kill people......

What about Mr. Bu?

How did he get rid of his fears?

He didn't do anything, he just walked slowly to a man in the bazaar and stopped.

It was a young pianist from the "Western Regions" who held the horse-head qin in his arms, with a high nose and deep eyes, strange costumes, and he knew at a glance that he was not from Middle-earth.

Mr. Bu asked, "Did you bring an umbrella?"

The young pianist replied in a broken official dialect: "How can you go out without an umbrella when it rains?"

Mr. Bu asked again, "Is the umbrella enough?"

The young pianist replied in a strange tone: "The rain is too heavy today, so I have enough umbrellas with me, 800 umbrellas, enough to hold up the entire sky of 'Qidao Street'." ”

After saying this, the young pianist moved and stood side by side behind Mr. Bu with a middle-aged man with a yin and yang face, an old scholar with a flower glass, and a young man with a canvas on his back

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