After doing these things, he thought for a while, turned around and said to the maid, "Tell me one more thing. After this winter is over, I don't want to see her anywhere in Beiqiu. Otherwise, I will kill her." I do what I say.”
He was exhausted and had no intention of fighting her again, but he never wanted to see her again in his life.
The peony and jade flowers were immediately taken away.
Ji Liyou didn't react yet, "Give it back to me."
The storyteller shook his head and said, "I'm giving you one look, just one look. You've been looking at other people for half your life, but how can you say this is yours?"
"I..." He was speechless.
Ji Liyou asked in a deep voice, "When the Twelve Mother left Beiqiu, did you take her in?"
He said what does it have to do with you.
"But Twelfth Mother is clearly in Beiqiu. Since Gongyang Nong gave the order, how did she still stay here?" After saying that, he slapped his head hard, "You are very human, so you can only use blind tricks. Well done."
"Today's business ends here. It's getting dark. Let's go back to Sanqi Teahouse."
He refused, thinking about something in his mind.
He ran to buy a horse, mounted it, and went to perform the work.
The storyteller knowingly asked, "Where are you going?"
Ji Li said worriedly, "It has nothing to do with you."
Just hit the horse and leave.
The storyteller murmured, "How should I tell your story this time?"
The Duke's Mansion was very happy today. Ji Liyou thought of the man he passed by this morning. It turned out that he was the Gong Yang Nong he saw in the jade peony medicine.
Now that he is married to another man, he is living a very comfortable life.
He dismounted outside the house, but the servant stopped him and said, "May I ask which guest you are from? Do you have a greeting card?"
He said, "Sanqi Teahouse, Ji Liyou."
The young man said, "If there is no greeting card, we cannot let the young master in today."
Ji Li smiled sadly, "The person who can stop me is not born yet!"
The fight started outside the mansion and went all the way into the mansion.
Someone whispered in Gongyang Nong's ear, and Gongyang Nong waved gently, asking someone to go and drive the troublemaker out.
Ji Liyou's basic skills were taught by his father. After his father died, he was taught by a storyteller. He usually pretends to be a playboy who is idle and does not show off his talents easily. The guests at the Sanqi Teahouse all think that he is just a freeloader. The straw bag young housekeeper.
In the blink of an eye, four or five masters surrounded Ji Liyou.
The guests started making noises, and were all invited by the servants to take shelter in the backyard. Gong Yangnong sat in the corner to observe who was coming.
Turning around, there was already a young man holding a landscape folding fan sitting next to him.
The people around Gong Yangnong immediately came to chop him with knives, but Gong Yangnong stopped them. Being able to sit next to him like a gust of wind showed that he had reached the level of proficiency in kung fu.
"I don't know why your Excellency came to the Duke's Mansion today. Today is my king's great joy. If you want to celebrate the money, you can get it immediately outside the manor. Why come to the manor to cause trouble?" he said.
The storyteller smiled and said, "The child has grown up and has rough hands and feet. He always needs to practice. He is not polite and uses all his strength. Today I will see how much he weighs."
Dare to use the county government residence as a martial arts training ground.
Gongyang Nong frowned, "Who are you?"
The storyteller threw the folding fan away.
Ji Liyou understood what he meant, and with a wave of his folding fan, it turned into a long sword glowing with cold light, "Thank you for the purple light mist."
The enemy who came first took a sword and went to chop off Ji Liyou's head. He had quick eyes and quick hands and caught his sword with Zi Qing Yanyu. The swords of the two of them were opened as soon as they touched. The expert of the guardian of Gongyang Mansion stepped back four or five times. He stepped forward, and the weapon in his hand shattered into several pieces. This single blow was no match for him. This shows that his sword energy is abundant and his internal strength is profound. For such a teenager, his swordsmanship has reached its peak.
Seeing this, his companions stabbed Ji Liyou with overwhelming swords. Ji Liyou turned around, raised his feet, and jumped to the eaves behind him, looking for an open place.
His clothes are fluttering, and the sword in his hand is not stained with even a drop of blood.
The people below were wielding swords to attack him, but Ji Liyou didn't dare to take it easy. They were not the buns thrown by the old man Wen from the Sanqi Teahouse, and they were not soft when hit. If they were really stabbed, they would bleed and be disfigured. .
Just when he was stunned, someone's sword pointed straight into his lower abdomen. Ji Liyou stepped back and retreated, his sword moves were messed up, and when he was about to take another step back, his foot slipped and he had already fallen to the eaves.
Ji Liyou was so shocked that he turned somersault in the air before standing firmly on the ground.
Those masters refused to let go, flying down from the eaves and falling from high places, like birds with spikes stabbing at him. Ji Liyou easily grabbed the falling purple mist and sent it away with the wind, killing the first person. The sword was cut off, and the second man hid behind the first man. He suddenly appeared. Ji Liyou was startled. The tip of the sword was filled with cold air. It had already cut the man's throat. The blood solidified and the cold air sealed it. The wounds of the dead.
When he saw that he had killed someone with his own hands, he was so panicked that he could not hold his sword steady, not to mention that he was surrounded by several people in the middle and had become meat on the chopping board.
The storyteller just sat still, not anxious when he saw that he was about to lose his life.
"I'm afraid he's going to die in the county mansion." Gong Yangnong said sarcastically.
"Children are ignorant and have to endure hardships to grow their brains." He also made sarcastic remarks.
Ji Liyou, who was surrounded in the circle, quickly came to his senses and started fighting with everyone again.
It was difficult for a dozen people to subdue a young man.
They were all knocked to the ground after dozens of moves by Ji Liyou, groaning in pain. Ji Liyou didn't kill another person because he didn't want any more blood on his hands.
I thought it was over, but I heard a man behind the peach tree in the courtyard rubbing his sword along the trunk of the peach blossom tree, making some "cough, cough, cough, cough" sounds as the sword blade rubbed against the rough trunk.
He suddenly climbed up the tree, stepped back on the trunk, stretched out his arms, and raised his sword to fly towards Ji Liyou.
The shadow of the sword was as dazzling as the stars, and one sword suddenly turned into millions of swords. Together with the owner behind the sword body, it stabbed towards Ji Liyou, piercing the door of his heart.
Ji Liyou gritted his teeth and was about to take the attack. In an instant, the storyteller was already standing in front of him, twisting the man's sword in his hand with only two fingers.
He bent his fingers and heard a crisp sound of the blade breaking. One end of the man's long sword was already twisted in the storyteller's fingers.
The man in front of him showed a strange smile, and the storyteller noticed something was wrong. A net had fallen from the sky, an extremely white net.
Ji Liyou heard the storyteller say, "Fan."
He handed it to him behind him.
When the long sword reached his hand, it turned back into a fan. When the net was still a few inches away from him, he raised his hand and waved it three or four times, and the net above his head flew around and became a useless net.
"It's not like catching fish, but casting a net." Ji Liyou said, staring at the broken net on the ground.
The man only had the broken sword in his hand. The sword deflected and slid to the side. He stretched out the book and immediately cut his wrist.
The storyteller whispered, "Turn around."
Ji Li was puzzled, "Huh?"
As he said that, he turned around obediently.
He said, "Old man Wen, did I get you into trouble?"
No one answered him.
The man flicked his hand casually, spilling the blood in his hand, and the storyteller did not hide. One of the drops of blood happened to fall on his collarbone, making a "thread" sound, like a drop of water falling on a stove that was about to go out. .
Ji Liyou hurriedly turned around, "Old man Wen, are you okay?"
But I saw the storyteller’s eyes.
The light blue eyes, the deepest part of the eyes seemed to be sprinkled with gold, giving off a slight golden light.
What's even more terrifying is that there is a blood-red mark between his eyebrows, which looks like a woman's flower patch, but no woman's flower patch has such a strange pattern.
(End of chapter)