Jing Ling stared at Xie Yun, showing a meaningful smile with evil spirit for a long time.
"No," he said coolly, although his eyes were locked on Xie Yun's face, he was speaking to Fu Xiangrong: "Miss Fu, don't worry, you are still the most beautiful... girl in martial arts."
Fu Xiangrong was shocked and angry: "Why?!"
"because… "
The hand on Jing Ling's side flipped over, the strong wind popped out, shot past, and rushed to Xie Yun like lightning—
when!
At the critical moment, Shan Chao made a hasty move, with the sword in its sheath, within an inch of the hidden weapon from the end of Xie Yun's left eyelash, he blocked the blow heavily!
With a bang, the hidden weapon fell to the ground, causing an uproar in the hall.
Everyone looked at it together, only to see that it was a golden bullet the size of a little finger!
Shan Chao lowered his head, and saw that the rags wrapping Qixing Longyuan had been torn by Qi Jin, revealing a bit of white sharkskin scabbard—the hard and thick sharkskin even left tiny cracks on the surface, it can be seen that if this If the bullet hits the eyeball, it will be a tragic situation where the head explodes and the brain bursts.
Xie Yun raised his eyes to Shan Chao, and said softly: "Thank you."
From the time when the gold popped out, approached the left eye, and the scabbard stuck close to the tip of his nose to block the hidden weapon, he did not dodge in the slightest, his complexion did not change a bit, and he did not even move his eyelashes!
"..." Shan Chao stared at him, and slowly returned the sword with his backhand: "Girl, you are welcome."
"You red-haired ghost!" At this time, there were young disciples in the hall who couldn't hold back any longer, and said angrily, "Did the girl offend you, why are you hurting someone like this?!"
"Cruel and merciless! Dogs are worse than pigs!"
"Cult, it really is a Jianghu cult!"
…
Jing Ling turned a deaf ear, only hugging her strong arms, and looked at Shan Chao coldly. That gaze was as bloody as his bright red hair, but Shan Chao faced him without fear, clasped his palms together and made a salute: "My lord, please forgive me. Miss Long was brought to Jianjian Village by a poor monk, and she will definitely You have to take away a whole piece of hair. If the young master must find trouble with this girl, in this hall today, the poor monk has no choice but to ask you to discuss it."
Unexpectedly, Jing Ling didn't get angry or even made a move. His eyes shifted from Shan Chao to Xie Yun's face, and after a while, he smiled instead of anger: "Very good."
As he said that, he didn't care about Shan Chao's side anymore, and turned back to Fu Wenjie: "What did the young master say?"
The atmosphere was extremely solemn, and the crisis returned to the Fu family. Fu Wenjie and the old lady looked at each other for a moment, and said hoarsely: "I don't know what is good about my sister, so that the gods and ghosts are so hard-pressed..."
"Thinking too much," Jing Ling taunted, "If you think too much, it's easy to die early."
Fu Wenjie turned to look at Fu Xiangrong again, the little girl stared in panic, her face turned red and turned white, her hair was messed up, she was extremely embarrassed and pitiful.
—No matter how domineering she is, she is just a spoiled and pampered girl in her teens.
Fu Wenjie said with difficulty: "I only have this younger sister..."
"There is only one sword forging village in Jianghu."
Jing Ling looked around at the hostile people in the hall, and said with a smile: "Everyone may not know something. Back then, the Yellow Sea Gang also tried their best to refuse to sell the land and farms to the Shenguimen. After careful calculation, what happened the year before last is probably gone. No one can remember the existence of the Yellow Sea gang; the Kongtong faction said that the Laoshizi jade seal belonged to them, and even sent a senior member of the gang to ask for it. Now the veteran's meridians have been abolished, and he should still be lying on the bed .”
"Although I am alone in the sect today, the Shengui sect is originally a group of assassins, and many masters have sneaked into Huainan. You are all children of the famous sect, and the bright future is bright, I also feel that if you lose your life here easily, It's inevitable that some... "
His lightning-like gaze swept over every face in the lobby that was indignant, irritated, timid, or shivering, and slowly said: "...it's not worth it."
"You!" The disciple of the Kongtong sect under the hall suddenly got up and said angrily, "You have no shame! My master uncle..."
Clang! !
— Not far from him, Chen Haiping drew his sword and stood up, striding forward, only to hear a loud bang, abruptly blocking the blades cut by the two masked killers of the Shenguimen!
And behind him, the Kongtong disciple hadn't reacted yet, and was frozen on the spot with his mouth open.
Immediately afterwards, the blade of the sword in Chen Haiping's hand made a terrible crack and was suddenly broken!
Hearing a bang, Chen Haiping dodged and held Kongtong disciple at the same time as the sword swirled out, and the two of them avoided the blade cut by the killer of Shenguimen at the same time; the two of them lost weight at the same time and fell heavily on the ground.
The blades crossed left and right, passing by Chen Haiping in a blink of an eye!
Mrs. Fu exclaimed: "Hai Ping!"
Several people in the hall stood up one after another: "Stop!"
Jing Ling lazily said: "So if people talk too much, they will die early."
"Enough!" Fu Wenjie slapped the table hard, roaring with a livid face, "Enough, Mr. Jing! Tell your people to stop immediately!"
Everyone in the hall stood up, the ground was in a mess, and all the killers of the gods and ghosts pulled out more than half of their waist blades; for a moment, the hall was full of swords and swords, and the air was so tense that it would explode at the touch of a finger.
It seems that as long as someone makes a slight move, the whole situation will fall into an irreversible situation.
Jing Ling is very idle.
His face was so beautiful that it made the little girl blush, but the corners of his brows and eyes were full of habitual, careless cruelty.
"What do you want to say, Young Master?"
"..." Fu Wenjie's chest rose and fell violently, and he said in a shy voice for a long while: "The marriage proposal of the gods and ghosts is really important. Xiangrong is my only sister..."
"Dianjianzhuang is temporarily unable to respond immediately. Please Mr. Jing stay in the village temporarily. Within three days, Duanjianzhuang will definitely come up with an answer that satisfies everyone."
Jing Ling seemed to have expected this result long ago. Hearing this, he only raised his eyebrows to look at Fu Wenjie, then moved his gaze to the old lady, Fu Xiangrong, Chen Haiping, and everyone in the hall with stiff expressions, and slowly swept over Shan Chao like a poisonous snake licking a letter, and finally Nailed on Xie Yun's side face, which was as calm as a deep pool.
"Okay," he said condescendingly, raising the corners of his mouth, "just three days."
·
After the trouble in the morning of the Shenguimen, Shan Chao originally planned to leave the Forging Sword Village immediately, but Xie Yun told him not to leave.
Shan Chao grew up in Mobei. The lonely smoke in the desert, the long river, the sound of camel bells passing through the white clouds, firstly, I have never seen a woman, and secondly, I have never experienced the rivers and lakes.
He has excellent talents, excellent roots, two ancient swords that are said to be able to win the world, and a master who only appears in countless late-night dreams; In Jianghu martial arts, he is completely ignorant of the most basic things.
"Dianjianzhuang has a powerful enemy right now, and there is a danger of destroying the family at any time. If the master leaves now, if the forging swordzhuang is destroyed afterwards, you will be a sinner who stands by and watches; "
"As for Forging Sword Village, it doesn't have the guts to confront the Shenguimen before the martial arts conference next month, so it will definitely try to delay it. After a while, the crisis will be resolved, and it will be the time for the master and me to leave. Wulin Baidao likes it 'Carrying the sedan chair' with each other, flattering each other and emphasizing each other, when the disciples of these famous schools go out in the future, the reputation of joining hands with Forging Sword Village to defend against the enemy will naturally be indispensable to the master."
Xie Yun stood by the pond with his hands behind his back, casually throwing some fish food down to feed the big red koi, causing the fish on the water to rush up. The autumn wind passed through the tops of the golden osmanthus tree, and gently brushed his temple hair behind his ears. His soft black hair and plain white neck, the colors were distinct and harmonious, and the conversation was like chatting.
Shan Chao's eyebrows twitched.
It seems that a long time ago, when he was struggling like a stray wolf cub and was fierce and aggressive, there was a person who suppressed him, comforted him, and taught him earnestly and kindly.
However, it was just a familiar and ethereal feeling, his consciousness was like a vast deep sea, and it was difficult to grasp even a single bit of specific fragment.
"Grandmaster?"
Shan Chao suddenly came back to his senses: "Yes."
Xie Yun wrote lightly: "When the master is facing me, don't be so nervous."
Shan Chao was silent for a while, squinted his eyes, looked at the flamboyant, leisurely and thin "Dragon Girl" in front of him, and said slowly: "...Sometimes I feel that you are a bit like someone I knew before..."
"You have been obsessed with it for too long, young man." Xie Yun waved his hand and sprinkled the fish food on the pond, and said calmly, "Everyone looks like your master."
·
It was night, and the Duanjian Village was completely silent. The eaves, corridors, tree shadows, and ponds were all shrouded in the thick ink-like night, and the breeze lifted the curtains in the dark, without a sound.
Under the heavy veil, Xie Yun suddenly opened his eyes.
A sturdy young figure was standing by the couch, and the moonlight passed through the window, illuminating his blood-red hair and his handsome and bewitching profile.
"Yunshi, you're awake." Jing Ling smiled, the cold light of wolf pupils shining in the moonlit night flashed in his eyes.
Xie Yun glanced to the side, and saw dark shadows in the room, and there were at least four or five ghost killers guarding the southeast, northwest corners.
He let out a sigh of relief and said, "You've got the wrong person." Then he wanted to sit up.
But at the next moment, Jing Ling held the soul hook against his throat, and pushed him back on the couch: "Where in the world do we not meet again, why don't you ask me why I brought so many people here?"
Xie Yun asked, "What are you doing?"
Jing Ling's face was full of malice, he bent down to Xie Yun's ear, and whispered, "Fuck you."
Xie Yun laughed, and jokingly said: "If stealing incense and jade is divided into ranks, your Excellency, this should be regarded as the last rank. I thought you were the first disciple of the Gods and Ghosts, so you wouldn't do such a shameless thing..."
Jing Ling asked: "What is the division?"
"Exploring the fragrant boudoir at night, revealing the traces of my heart, I hope your love can be regarded as the top grade; although the medicinal effect is strong, but gentle and small, the joy of fish and water shared by Wushan, can be regarded as the middle grade."
"As for you who don't even dare to be strong alone, you have to find a few subordinates to watch from the sidelines... Low-rank can't be counted, I guess it's low-rank. Even the first disciple has failed so far. It seems that the sect of gods and ghosts Now the river is going downhill."
The moonlight shone in from behind Jing Ling, passed through the heavy gauze, and smudged half of Xie Yun's body in silvery white light and shadow.
Jing Ling narrowed his eyes slowly: "—Then how many ranks do you usually count?"
"I don't do this kind of thing," Xie Yun said lazily, "There are too many people in this world kneeling and begging me to take a look at them."
"Hahaha-"
Jing Ling burst out laughing, but there was no trace of laughter in that voice, it only made one's heart shudder: "Well said! Sure enough, the four-character assertion of cunning and cunning is not false!—Go down."
With a wave of Jing Ling's hand, the black-clothed killers in the corner of the room bowed and disappeared without a trace in the darkness. Immediately, he put away his smile, stared at Xie Yun like a cat catching a mouse, and asked word by word: "Then what if I tell you that this is not called stealing incense and jade, but—revenge—?"
Xie Yun said: "I don't remember where I offended you in this regard."
On Jing Ling's beautiful face was an undisguised expression mixed with cunning and cruelty. With a slight twitch of the Soul Seizing Hook, the button loops of Xie Yun's white silk robe were torn apart, revealing the collarbone. The bare skin on the chest.
Immediately afterwards, he stretched out his hand, but without touching other places, he pressed it directly behind Xie Yun's ear.
That small piece of skin is soft and warm, and it can be felt through the fingertips, and the pulse is beating steadily.
Suspicion flitted uncontrollably in Jing Ling's mind.
—It turned out to be empty, without a trace of internal strength.
·
how is this possible
Jing Ling's face was uncertain, and after a while, he suddenly moved his finger down the side of Xie Yun's neck until it pressed against his throat: "Are you hijacked by someone who sealed the sea of energy, or did you go mad again?"
Xie Yun said sincerely: "It's a mistake, young man, when did I go crazy, I'm just a weakling with no strength to restrain a chicken... um..."
Jing Ling's rough and strong thumb stuck on his throat suddenly pressed down, Xie Yun immediately lost his voice, and after a while, his face gradually turned red.
"Tell me, what will happen if you stay in the Gods and Ghosts Gate with your appearance like this?" Jing Ling said with great interest: "Should I have a good time with you first, and then bring you back to the Gods and Ghosts Gate? What happened?"
"..."
Xie Yun's eyes seemed to be watery, sparkling in the darkness.
Jing Ling was short of breath, and slowly bent down. His brows were mingled with an unruly and cruel look, and his lean body under the moonlight brought an unspeakable sense of oppression, and when he approached, he felt a fiery body temperature.
Xie Yun lowered his eyelashes, and silently raised his hand resting by his side.
Snapped!
Jing Ling suffered a heavy blow to the side of the ear, his mind went numb for an instant, and his whole body collapsed uncontrollably—it was only a moment, and he reacted very quickly. The hook has been removed by Xie Yun.
Jing Ling snorted, and turned his five fingers into claws to snatch it away!
However, Xie Yun seemed to have anticipated his movements. While dodging, he tapped several large acupoints along the meridians of his arm—Jing Ling's arm sank for a moment and could not be lifted. He was furious and opened his mouth to scream In the next moment, Xie Yun turned over and sat on his back, and the point of the hook pointed at the back of his neck like lightning!
"Who suffers whom now?" Xie Yun joked.
"..."
Jing Ling gasped slightly. The series of counterattacks just now can be described as quiet as a virgin and moving like a rabbit. Even a veteran of assassination like him can do it, it is simply...
"What's this called?" Jing Ling asked, "That move just now?"
This time it was Xie Yun's turn to lean into his ear, and said with a smile, "It's called actual combat experience. Young man, you still have a lot to learn."
When he spoke, his breath was slightly moist and warm.
Jing Ling took a deep breath, and suddenly laughed hoarsely:
"Senior, no matter how rich your experience is, it is useless in the face of absolute power, don't you know?"
Xie Yun's eyes tightened slightly. The next moment, Jing Ling suddenly raised his breath and vomited violently. In an instant, the muscles on his back tensed and he twisted his body. At the same moment when the hook tip cut the skin on the back of his neck and blood spattered, he reached out and grabbed Xie Yun's wrist. !
Click!
Xie Yun had no internal strength to defend himself, his wrist bones snapped out of place, and the Soul Seizing Hook came out of his hand.
Jing Ling caught the iron hook in the air, abruptly broke through the restraint of the acupoints, and pushed Xie Yun back on the couch with a loud bang!
boom!
That weight could literally shatter the bones of a person's whole body. Xie Yun's eyes turned black, his ears buzzed, and a big smell of fishy sweetness rushed into his throat. He couldn't hear any sound for a long time.
It felt like his soul had left his body. He didn't even know if he had lost consciousness, or if he had passed out and then was awakened by the sharp pain.
It took a long time for him to barely hear someone talking in his ears. The voice was approaching and distant, but it was actually because his ears were filled with blood: "I never thought that such a day would come..."
"...Think about when you were in the Gods and Ghosts Sect in the early years, you, senior, couldn't have predicted it..."
Xie Yun's chest rose and fell rapidly, his wrists trembled, and he seemed to want to lift his fingers, but Jing Ling grabbed them and held them in his palms, and gradually exerted force like a cat scratching a mouse, until his knuckles made an overwhelmed clucking sound.
"I guess it's inferior." Jing Ling said regretfully, leaning down.
At this moment, suddenly the window lattice slammed loudly, and the whole piece shattered. A black shadow flew into the room amidst the sky full of sawdust and jade beads, and fell to the ground with a bang!
The chests and cabinets were knocked over by the noise, Jing Ling turned around suddenly, only to see that the people who were in a state of distress on the ground were his subordinates who were guarding outside the house now.
Immediately afterwards, the door was split open by a sword energy, and the door panel flew across the air, and was smashed to pieces by Jing Ling's punch. Through countless shattered pieces of wood, I saw Sen Han's sword light slashing at himself——
Clang!
At the very moment, Jing Ling twisted her body and waved her arms, and the soul-snatching hook slashed out, heavily blocking the oncoming blade!
The loud noise of metal clashing was deafening, the internal force collided, sparks splashed, the two weapons trembled slightly due to the extreme stalemate, and Jing Ling's gloomy eyes were reflected on the blade: "Monk, the Buddha never taught you to be less concerned about the world's search Have fun?"
Shan Chao quickly glanced at Xie Yun on the couch behind him, and saw "Dragon Girl" barely sitting up with her skirt folded, she settled down, and said coldly: "Benefactor, your father never taught you that seeking pleasure should be If two people only care about themselves, one will be beaten?"
Jing Ling was furious: "You!"
Before the sound was finished, he exerted his strength suddenly, only to hear the sharp friction between the blade and the iron hook, and the tip of the hook slashed across the spine of the blade amidst the ear-piercing sound.
——The long knife was snatched by Shan Chao from Shenguimen just now, and when it was swiped by the soul-snatching hook, it cracked instantly and broke into several sections with a crash!
Shan Chao didn't even say a word, he just dropped his knife and swept back, and he exited the door in an instant. Sure enough, Jing Ling was born as a killer, so she chased after him without any hesitation, until Shan Chao in the courtyard had nothing to retreat, Jing Ling jumped down like a bird of prey, and approached him with a backhand at the same time. Another soul-reaping hook was removed from the spine.
The double hooks are staggered and nailed straight to the throat, like the scythe of the god of death volleying down:
"Go to hell!"
when!
In fact, there should be two beeps, but because the time is exactly the same, it sounds like only one beep.
Jing Ling's pupils shrunk slightly, and two long swords were reflected in his eyes, which were touching his soul-grabbing hook on the left and right—
At the critical moment just now, Shan Chao turned his hands around and pulled out Long Yuantai, who was crossed behind his back, and firmly held his own blow that could break the monument!
The rags outside the two swords were completely torn apart, exposing a large piece of white shark skin scabbard inside, which even looked a little funny. However, Jing Ling could clearly feel that the sword intent coming from the sheath was icy cold and vigorous, as shocking as morning bells and evening drums, and as endless as a long river rushing, one wave after another, Straight towards his own heart.
Jing Ling was suffocating for breath, not knowing well, she gritted her teeth and withdrew the hook and quickly backed away: "—You can't be a monk!"
"Damn!" He slammed the iron hook on the ground heavily to stabilize his figure, and shouted, "Which sect did you send out from?!"
Meanwhile, in the room.
Xie Yun grabbed his wrist, Kara twisted it, and the wrist bones were aligned.
He exhaled exhaustedly, but before the breath could be fully released, it turned into a violent cough. After a long while of coughing, he barely stopped in the dizziness, Xie Yun panted and got out of bed, and collected himself.
Although his fingers were still trembling slightly, he still fastened the belt of his robe carefully and meticulously.
The unlucky killer of Shenguimen was still lying on the ground, and Xie Yun took out a dagger from his boot. After pulling out the scabbard, he saw that the blade was bluish, and it was obviously poisoned, so he wiped the killer's neck, got up and went to the door.
— Slightly! Heck!
Every time he took a step, his figure changed accordingly: his leg bones became longer, his shoulders became wider, his chest ribs, waist and hips grew correspondingly; his whole body seemed to stretch out, and he became several inches taller out of thin air!
When the last step landed in front of the door, there was a click in his spine, as if the last bone was set.
Xie Yun, the number one expert in the Ouchi and the commander of the imperial guards, took a deep breath, his indifferent side face was deep and clear in the moonlight, he raised one hand, and reached for the door leading to Shan Chao and Jing Ling who were facing each other in the courtyard—
"Come on! It's water!"
Suddenly the house was brightly lit, countless footsteps sounded, and the crowd exclaimed and screamed one after another: "It's the water, it's the water!"
"Quick! Put out the fire! The eldest lady is inside!"
"It's not good! Come quickly, the eldest lady was burned to death!"