Qin Yan picked up Xin Xian with one hand, walked like flying, and ran back to the inn with a smoke, and when the people in the lobby didn't see the figure clearly, he rushed to his room in one breath, pushed open the door and dodged in.

Then he looked at the room full of people and was speechless.

Yu Hanyan, Gong Yunchong, Lu Xiaoxiang, Xiaozhu, and Bai Lang were all here, and everyone looked at the girl who was full of alcohol in his arms, and was silent for a while.

"Bang!" Qin Yan's shoulders loosened, and Xin Xian fell to the ground. She let out a low snort, got up and rubbed her eyes, and said, "Have you left town, where is this?"

Qin Yan looked at Yu Hanyan's face, and without waiting for her to speak, he hurriedly said, "Misunderstanding, this is definitely a misunderstanding!"

Yu Hanyan looked at the girl on the ground with a smile and did not speak. Gong Yunsleeve sneered: "Senior Brother Qin, you came in with a drunk woman in your arms, and you looked so sneaky, what the hell are you trying to do?"

Qin Yan said: "She just happened to be drunk......

"And then you have a meeting?" Gong Yunsleeve squinted and said, "Senior Brother Qin, this is a godsend!"

At this time, Xin Xian staggered to his feet, glanced at a few people in the room, muttered a few words in his mouth, turned around and hugged Qin Yan's arm, and shouted vaguely: "Uncle, take me away, it's too noisy here, let's find a quiet place......"

"Why are you looking for a quiet place? Isn't it, to do something happy and sweet?" Gong Yunchong seduced with bad intentions.

Qin Yan glared at her, really worried that Xin Xian would say something earth-shattering under her delirium, so she covered her mouth with her hand, dragged her to the table, pressed her on the chair and sat down, and said, "Miss Xin, this is it, I will rely on you to help in a while." ”

Xin Xian muttered a few words in her mouth, and couldn't hear what she said, she was basically expressing dissatisfaction, and then she lay on the table and fell asleep.

Yu Hanyan tilted his head and looked at Xin Xian's sleeping face with interest, and said, "Senior brother, you have been outside for so long, so you invited Miss Xin?"

"And Miss Liu and Miss Ye, they will come over in a moment. ”

"Why are they all women? Do you want Miss Lin and Miss Mu? Senior brother, you have been outside for so long, you don't just pay attention to knowing beautiful girls, right?"

"Haha, how could it be!" Qin Yan looked at Yu Hanyan's expression and said with a smile, "I also know a few reputable dart masters, so I'll invite them over now." ”

After Qin Yan left, the atmosphere in the room became as weird as before. Several people looked at Xin Xian, who was sleeping on the table, and was silent for a while.

Xin Xian in a drunken dream, her face was red, like a delicate ragdoll doll, but her clothes were disheveled, her expression was weak and sad, and there were tears in the corners of her eyes. No matter how you look at it, she looks like an ordinary helpless girl who is hurt for love.

But Xiaozhu and Gong Yunsleeve all know what a headache this poor little sister who seems to need someone to take care of when she opens her eyes.

Only Bai Lang doesn't know this. He smelled the pungent smell of wine on Xin Xian's body, and asked suspiciously, "This girl is the helper invited by Brother Qin?"

"Hmm. Yu Hanyan smiled, "Don't underestimate her, she is a very powerful master, and her combat effectiveness is very amazing." ”

Bai Lang looked at Xin Xian's drowsy face, and remembered that night when Yu Hanyan was almost as drunk as this, he immediately showed a knowing look, nodded, and muttered, "Well, I can see ......"

In the evening of the same day, under the bloody sun, another white flag was hung in front of Li Si's shop, hunting and swaying in the evening breeze.

The banner was written in thick ink: "Don't just talk about not practicing, Grandpa Sun will wait for you at Wutong Temple for the night, wash your neck and come over, and send you to reunite with Zhou Buping!"

The font is magnificent, the sword aura is rugged, and in the cold night wind, there is a murderous aura from afar. At least, that's what Qin Yan himself thinks.

He walked away slowly with his hands behind his back, and a large group of people nearby saw that he seemed to be far away, and quickly swarmed around.

"Wow, is this character written by Sun Gongzi? It's really beyond the realm of the mundane, with my poor eyesight, I really can't see what kind of font this should be. ”

"I didn't expect that Sun Gongzi looked like a talent, and the words were written so ugly, hey, it's really unseemly......"

"Shhh

Li Si in the shop muttered, "Was Sun Gongzi writing just now?" I thought he was painting!"

Qin Yan, who had just walked around the corner, heard these words from the wind, stumbled under his feet and almost fell.

'Hmph, what if the handwriting is good?, it's not that I'm going to die by my sword!!'

Wutong Temple.

The moon and stars are scarce, reflecting a lonely figure.

Qin Yan sat in front of the shrine, holding the Qingying Sword in his hand, closing his eyes and recuperating.

But his spirit was not slackened at all, and within three miles outside the temple, the sound of insects and grass was moving, and he couldn't hide his thoughts.

He believed that since the enemy was willing to kill so many innocent people to vent his anger, he would definitely come back for his-for-tat provocation, and as soon as he struck, it would be a desperate blow of death and life!

So even if he felt that his martial arts skills were far above the other party, he didn't dare to be careless.

The direction of the temple gate is to sit in the north and look south.

The moon, which had just risen in the east, was obscured by the white fruit tree, and only shone obliquely on a small corner in front of the temple.

A footstep appeared at the edge of the moonlight, the junction of light and darkness. He had a sword in his hand, and even in the darkness, the looming light made people shudder.

"Zhan Lu Jian!"

Qin Yan opened his eyes, came to the gate of the temple in a flash, stood under the white fruit tree, and squinted at the person.

The light of Zhan Lu's sword was too dazzling, and he couldn't see the person's face clearly, but judging from his body shape and clothes, it should be the swordsman in gorgeous clothes.

"Yo, you're here so early!" Qin Yan said in a tone of greeting an old friend, "Coming alone?"

The swordsman in the costume lowered his head and said word by word in a stiff tone: "I'll take your life." ”

"It's not a small tone. Qin Yan looked around as he spoke, "What about your companion, that Taoist brother who pretended to be a ghost, why didn't he come to help you?"

"I'm enough for one person!" said the swordsman in Chinese clothes coldly.

Qin Yan's divine sense didn't feel any signs of someone invading within three miles, so he breathed a sigh of relief, slowly picked off a leaf of the Baiguoer tree, took it in his hand and played with it, and said softly: "Mr. Swordsman, I admire you very much for your deep affection for Zhou Buping's predecessors. It's not like your Taoist friend, who is hard-hearted......"