In the wind and dew, Liu Shenghan was independent in the middle of the night, pressing the hilt of the three swords with his hand, watching the night turn deeper inch by inch, and gradually becoming obsessed.

"Wind and rain in the fragrance building", the red candle is shortening, under the candlelight, the cups and plates are messy, and the armored Luo Baihu has fallen asleep with a stomach full of sorrow and heart.

After a while, Liu Shenghan turned over Luo Baihu's clothes and armor layer by layer, and found a wolf skin map from his underwear pocket, which was dotted and densely packed, and seemed to be marked with many words and pictures.

Quickly put away the wolf skin map with one hand, Liu Shenghan suddenly drew his sword with one hand, and at the moment when he swung his sword and fell, he heard Luo Baihu crying in his dream, and howled: "Sir! Baihu didn't take care of the three sons, Baihu is incompetent!"

Liu Shenghan's heart was shocked, and that sword couldn't be stabbed by anything.

He got up and bowed to Luo Baihu, who was drunk and asleep: "Elder Luo, Han'er can't stand you!"

In the alley behind the "Wind and Rain Fragrance Building", a black carriage was quietly parked at this moment.

Two black-clad coachmen of different shapes and expressions stood against the wall in the shadows, looking nervous, as if they were anxiously waiting for something.

Suddenly, someone jumped down from the high wall, and as soon as he landed, the man got into the carriage and hurriedly whispered to the bright and beautiful people in the car: "Qi'er, the 'wolf skin roll' is in hand, go quickly!"

Angel poked out half of her head and commanded in a low voice: "Zhao Benshan, Guo Dequan, East City Gate, hurry!"

The two henchmen of the county lord Angel, the "unexpected" Zhao Benshan and the "unexpected" Guo Dejar (see the second chapter of the volume of "Gongzi Yu"), quickly jumped into the carriage, and the carriage left this horizontal alley in the general wind, and hurried in the direction of the east city gate.

This night, the night of "Jingshi" was extraordinarily sultry.

In a small cyan building five streets away from the "Wind and Rain Fragrance Building", the air is so quiet that you can almost hear the slight snoring of people in their sweet sleep.

The scholar under the eaves, reclining on a soft brocade couch, covered his handsome face with long blue sleeves, seemed to have fallen asleep comfortably.

A young girl stood in front of a rosewood table of eight immortals in the hall. She held a tube of Zihao in her hand, her brows furrowed slightly, and she stared intently at a piece of snow-white rice paper on the table.

The pen has been dipped in the best "Hui ink" of the "Wenqu Fang" in the "Beijing Division", exuding a faint fragrance of ink.

The moonlight came through the hall and fell on the table. There was a red candle lit on the table, and at this moment, the candle had burned for a long time, and it kept jumping and flickering, occasionally making a light explosion or two.

Presumably, this girl has been standing here for a long time, because there happens to be a pair of silver scissors on the table, which is used to cut candles.

Looking at her face, her face was beautiful, and she was only fourteen or fifteen years old. Her eyebrows are charming, her eyes are clear and bright like autumn water, and her complexion is fair, and her long hair is as black as paint, falling like a waterfall from the back of her neck. Although his body is thin and slender, between his eyebrows, he naturally exudes an awe-inspiring and inviolable majesty.

The pen has not fallen, and it has been worried.

Somehow, the girl suddenly sighed slowly, like a leaf falling from a vine trellis on an early spring night.

The scholar on the brocade couch whispered in his sleep: "Yanqing ......" The voice was low and depressed; the girl was startled and raised her eyes to look under the eaves, but the scholar turned over, still covered his face with clean sleeves, and fell into a deep sleep.

The corner of the girl's lips picked out a faint smile: "Such a big person, it's not honest to sleep......"

Bu Yanqing held the pen and stood in front of the table with a faint smile.

Her eyes did not look firmly at the scholar under the eaves, but her heart and whole person were paying attention to him. Listening to his low, sweet voice, it seemed as if it were the most pleasant sound in the world.

Outside the small building, the footsteps of two people suddenly sounded, one light and one heavy, one slow and one sick.

It's late at night, what kind of uninvited guest is coming at night?

The footsteps sounded a few times, and it seemed that the two people had stopped at the door of the small building. Bu Yanqing looked out of the hall, the door of the small building was bolted, but through the door, she already felt a kind of murderous intent in her heart.

The scholar, who had fallen asleep, turned over and turned his face towards the brocade couch, but did not wake up.

Bu Yanqing paused, her face suddenly calmed down, and her pen fell, wanting to shake her wrist on the paper. It's just that the pen she was about to drop was suddenly blocked by a gust of wind, and although the pen moved, the tip of the pen did not fall on the paper.

The person who blocked her from putting down the pen had already jumped in from the top of the wall, and the middle finger of her right hand was lightly clicked a few times, which had already made Bu Yanqing's pen unable to fall.

This man, tall and lanky, with a slightly hunched back, straddled a large bow, his left hand behind his back, and his right hand across his chest. The man's face was slightly pale in the moonlight, but it was just the right amount of white, revealing an indescribable elegance. He was over forty years old, with a slight beard under his chin, but his eyes were as cold as the stars on a winter night.

Bu Yanqing sighed lowly, and this sigh lingered, like the last note that trembled in the air at the end of the song. Her sigh had already shocked the heart of another person.

It was a petite woman with a small head and large eyes, full of murderous aura.

When Bu Yanqing saw her, he could expect that the boundless murderous aura he felt just now was coming from this little woman. At this moment, this little woman's black clothes were already bulging like sails, and she glared angrily at Bu Yanqing, who was holding the pen, like an angry bird.

"Huh?!" her ear drums startled Bu Yanqing's sigh, and suddenly there seemed to be a sledgehammer struck hard in her heart, and she couldn't help but take three steps back.

Bu Yanqing raised her eyes suddenly, raised her eyebrows, and looked at the little woman's murderous eyes.

The two men met their eyes, and a trace of even more obvious surprise crossed the little woman's face, and she took three steps back, and she had already drawn the knife at her waist, the "angry knife" that was more than two inches wide and no more than three feet long.

With a knife in hand, the murderous aura in her small face and big eyes skyrocketed.

It's just that Bu Yanqing has already put down his pen at this moment, and the ink is dripping with the word "Chen" on the paper in front of him-

At this moment, the thin clothes on Bu Yanqing's body also trembled suddenly, and even her shoulder-covered black hair flew up.

"Little bird, beware!" The bowed man opened his bow and shot falsely, and the volley flicked between the eyes of Bu Yanqing and the little woman, the sound of the bowstring was like a sharp blade, and this bullet faintly had the sound of wind and thunder.

"Boom......" The little woman took three more steps back with her "angry knife", knocked down the pink and white wall, and fell out. Bu Yanqing's gaze was also cut off by the sound of the bowed man's strings, and he couldn't continue to pursue the little woman in black.

In the dust, the bowed man sighed faintly: "Good, good, good, Miss Yanqing's 'Reign in the World' is really smart...... His voice was interrupted by the whistling of the little woman in black, and the "angry bird" was already roaring and flew in from outside the courtyard in the quiet night, and she took out a knife in the air and angrily slashed the cloth Yanqing in front of the table.

She didn't make a move, she was humiliated by Bu Yanqing and retreated, she was very embarrassed, she took out the knife with anger and tried her best.

"Little bird, slow down!" the hunched man snorted, but he couldn't stop the little woman in black's "angry knife". The building was full of the sharp whistling sound of the "angry knife", her petite body was already integrated with the knife, the knife was a person, and a person was a knife, so at this time, her whole person became a terrible weapon.

Bu Yanqing's pen moved again, and the pen fell next to the "three drops of water", mentioning two points at a time. Before the words are finished, the knife is already on the way. Her snow-white neck hung down, and the tail finger of her left hand flicked outwards abruptly, picking out three drops of ink that had not yet soaked into the rice paper from the dripping ink on the two-point lift.

In the roar of the knife light, there were suddenly three soft sounds, and the ink droplets flying out of Bu Yanqing's fingertips shot straight to the back of the little woman in black's knife.

"Hugh hurt my sister!" The man with the bow waist saw the danger of Bu Yanqing's tail finger flick, he rushed over in the air, pulled the bow and buckled the string, and quickly pointed at the acupoints on Bu Yanqing's shoulders.

"Zheng-" The "angry knife" of the little woman in black had already taken off her hand and flew away, and her angry flying momentum continued unabated, holding two small fists, and smashed down angrily on the top of Bu Yanqing's head.

Seeing that his string note was on the other party's shoulder, Bu Yanqing turned his waist to avoid the attack, and quickly wrote the word "original" on the rice paper in front of him, which was combined with the word "source" next to "three drops of water".

The two words are connected, and it is the word "Chenyuan".

The three bits and pieces on the left side of the word "source" are like knives, and they suddenly stand out. Bu Yanqing's tail finger flicked the three-point ink droplets like a pipa, shooting them into the eyes of the little woman in black.

"Hey!" the little woman in black shouted angrily, turned her head away, and flipped out on her side, not bothering to attack the enemy. Under her sudden change of move, a huge empty door was exposed under her abdomen. Fortunately, the bow of the man with the bow attacked and restrained Bu Yanqing and covered the retreat of the little woman in black.

In an instant, the bowed man played the string with a big bow, and the brush in Bu Yanqing's hand had already swirled and exchanged dozens of moves. The air was full of his bow clothes flying, but Bu Yanqing stood firmly in front of the table like a nail, not taking half a step back.

There was a sudden "dang" sound in the courtyard, but it was the "angry knife" of the little woman in black, and now it fell down and fell on the bluestone slab. The shadow of the man with a bowed waist flashed, and he had already retreated, facing off with Bu Yanqing across the table, his chest couldn't help but rise and fall, presumably he fought with Yanqing closely, and did not take advantage of the slightest.

"Good, good...... The bowed man's eyes suddenly had a gloomy meaning, and he said slowly: "Miss Yanqing has obtained the true inheritance of Mr. Bu, and our 'Bird Bow Hide' is indeed inferior to others." ”

"Thunder bow, we haven't lost again!" the little woman in black cried out unwillingly.

Lei Dagong ignored his partner Tang Xiaoniao, looked at the sleeping figure on the brocade couch with his hands, and said loudly: "Second son Chu, our brother came at night, in order to serve the order of my family, Meng Da, ask the second son a word, I don't know if I can give advice?"