Ordinary high-rollers who come to the restaurant to spend a lot of money are frightened, such as the official who squatted under a wine table and cried. This innocuous flower wine, after preparing to sacrifice to the Wu Zang Temple, went to the bed next to the neighbor's brothel, and tamed one or two rouge horses at the age of fifty. Such an old and strong "throwing pen and joining the army", how magnificent! After he learned of the death, he knew that this place should not be stayed for long, but firstly, his legs were too weak to walk, and secondly, he was afraid that those vicious murderers who didn't even bat an eyelid would just kill him if they thought he was an eyesore. Kill the innocent.
On this wine table, the only one who is still sitting on a chair and continues to drink is the scholar who went to Liang and has almost no place in the yamen this year. As a frail scholar, he even slowly moved away from the screen, just to With a wide field of vision, you can have a clear view of the bloody battlefield where the gods of the rivers and lakes fought. What does it mean to be calm in every major event? That's about it. It's just that his absurd move, which is full of celebrity, undoubtedly aroused the hatred of his colleagues under the table and the gentry of Bei'an Town.
Not all high-rollers are willing to stand still, there are a few tables of Jianghu people who are trying to go downstairs on tiptoe by the window wall after the birth of the saber boy, but on the railing of the stairs, there is a man in a suit The stunning woman in the crimson robe stood majestically like a bodhisattva in the altar, not angry but majestic.
Without her having to speak at all, all the heroes of the Jianghu returned to their original positions with wit.
A quick-witted fellow opened the window quietly, tried to jump out, and was almost scared out of his wits.
He saw a head hanging upside down from the window.
After staring wide-eyed and narrow-eyed, he didn't say anything, and slowly closed the window, probably afraid that there would still be a gap, so he didn't forget to pull it in hard, then sat back on the chair, and muttered silently: "Raise your head. There are gods in three feet, and there are grievances and revenge, even if you are a ghost, but don't look at Wang Jian, a man in his thirties, in fact, I am still a virgin, with the most yang energy, you come to me, Beware of losing both sides..."
At this moment, the atmosphere is extremely delicate.
On the other side of the blind female luthier Xue Songguan, the screen has been knocked down by a young Hmong woman in gorgeous clothes, Kongkong. She sat cross-legged on a chair, looking radiant, staring at the side face of Brother Saber, and licking her lips. , tut tut: "You're so handsome!"
As her husband, the number one martial artist in Nanzhao, Wei Miao nodded with a smile. This unremarkable man never cared about his wife's apostasy.
There are many good things in the world, and it is best to be happy with your own wife.
And Su Su, whose real identity is the subjugated prince of Western Shu, felt complicated and jealous after seeing that guy again.
Based on this alone, he can be regarded as a brother and sister with Wu Liuding, the contemporary sword champion of Jianzhong.
At Liu Nirong's table, except Mao Shulang who just put down his wine glass but still didn't get up, Cheng Baishuang and Ji Liu'an had already left their chairs, Lin Hongyuan, who is now the lord of the Southern Border Dragon Palace, jumped up.
A little further away, the young hero of Baling County, who had seen both land gods and Jianghu fairies in a day, seemed to be about to burst into tears.
He felt that in this day and age, he had already spent his whole life in the arena, even if he retired to the arena tomorrow to marry a wife and have children, he would have no regrets.
It seemed that Guo Xuan, the only second shopkeeper in the restaurant who was still kept in the dark, was about to glar at the young man who was yawning like a toad, and immediately shut his mouth.
Because it was discovered that the fat man called Eunuch Song seemed to be struck by lightning, his snow-white and fat cheeks trembled violently, but he couldn't speak a word.
A middle-aged assassin who was knocked down by Ji Liu'an's wine glass gritted his teeth and said, "Xu Fengnian!"
Almost at the same time, Eunuch Liu, who had not gotten up after taking his seat tonight, finally got up slowly, bowed his waist slightly, was humble but not obsequious, and said in a calm voice: "Our family has met the King of Beiliang. Ferry, it's because our family is rude, and I hope the prince will forgive me."
The eunuchs in Tai'an City, regardless of their rank, have no reason to kneel and salute to a vassal king with a different surname, not even a clan vassal king.
Once the imperial decree is held in hand, it stands to reason that even the relatives of the emperor should kneel down to welcome the imperial decree.
It's just that in the face of this Northwest vassal king, Eunuch Liu, the top supervisor of Yinshou, dare not have such extravagant expectations, and Song Tanglu, the eunuch in charge of seals and supervisors, would not have such an idea.
In the past, it was because of the 300,000 cavalry from Beiliang behind him.
Now there is another reason that is only related to him, which is the battle between heaven and man in Qin Tianjian. There are not many hanging portraits of the ancestors of Longhu Mountain that once received the incense of the Liyang Zhao family in the past.
Guo Xuan, who realized it later, was about to make up for his mistakes, when he heard the young vassal lord chuckle softly: "Second shopkeeper, it's fine, stop acting."
Guo Xuan was stunned on the spot.
Xu Fengnian looked at the three eunuchs and Commander Qian of the Imperial Forest Army who was facing a formidable enemy. After looking away, he looked at the second shopkeeper of the restaurant in front of him again. Not to mention the four assassins, or even the priest who is dormant in the Fish and Dragon Gang, they are not real killing moves, but in the end, it still depends on you, the backbone, on the poison you put in their food and drink, right?"
The Miao Jiang woman in the distance clapped her hands and applauded: "You look handsome, and you have handsome eyes!"
Guo Xuan's face was cloudy and uncertain, and finally relieved, he quietly straightened his waist, turned to face the young feudal lord, laughed loudly and said, "You are worthy of being one of the four great masters of martial arts! You are worthy of being the King of Beiliang! You are worthy of being Ren Tu Son of Xu Xiao!"
Three in a row deserved it.
The middle-aged man who was considered too smart by this organization, his laughter was crazy and desolate, extremely tragic.
Xu Fengnian looked around again, the extinct Assassins of the Houlu Tower, those survivors of the Spring and Autumn Period, the standing eunuchs of Yinshoujian, and the table at Lin Hongyuan who was farther away, and said to himself: It's technical work."
The corner of Guo Xuan's mouth sneered endlessly, showing no fear at all.
Xu Fengnian curled his lips, "You bought this poison with a lot of money or carefully prepared it. The onset of toxicity is extremely slow. After they became terminally ill, they should have died of the attack before or after they arrived at Qingliang Mountain. It was once a method specially used by the court of the Spring and Autumn and Southern Tang Dynasty to target the masters of Jianghu. , claiming that it can easily destroy the invincible body of Vajra."
Guo Xuan's eyes were filled with hatred and pleasure engraved in the bone marrow, and he said with a sinister smile, "Why, the lord thinks you can get the antidote formula out of my mouth?"
Xu Fengnian hesitated to speak, but finally just shook his head and said indifferently: "I don't expect too much, some things don't make sense."
A trace of blood suddenly leaked from the corner of Guo Xuan's mouth, and it was pitch black. Before he fell to the ground and died, the remnant of the Spring and Autumn Period who had painstakingly created this assassination murmured softly, "I, Guo Xuanxiang, lived half my life, and died well..."
The middle-aged man on the ground who called out Xu Fengnian's name raised his arms high and tried to smash his head to pieces in order to kill himself.
But a young woman who fell not far from him, who was supposed to be the beauty that countless young handsome men admired and coveted in Jianghu, raised her head to look at the young vassal king, her expression collapsed, her face was full of tears and her nose was pitiful, Weeping: "King of Beiliang, don't kill me, I don't want to die! I really don't want to die... I have paid too much for revenge, and I don't owe the family anything anymore..."
The woman's mournful cry echoed harshly in the restaurant.
Perhaps no one realizes that this is the only cry in this night's fight to the death.
The survivors of the Spring and Autumn and the Eight Kingdoms, who regarded Tu Xuxiao from Liyang as the chief culprit of the land sinking in the Central Plains, faced the tragic situation in the world where the mountains and rivers were broken, some chose to die for their country. Some people chose to escape, and these people formed Hong Jia and ran north, and some people chose to hide, so the major sects in the rivers and lakes in the land where the major dynasties were destroyed, there were many strange priests and young disciples overnight, and many courtyards were deeply rich. There are many babies in swaddling clothes, many men and women who seem to marry in a hurry because of love at first sight, many temples, academies and even brothels. The former are full of bookish old people, and the latter are more distinguished and graceful like ladies. Fengyue woman.
During the Spring and Autumn War, General Xu Xiao from Liyang killed a war knife with a sharp blade. He killed all the warlords in the Central Plains, and killed all the powerful people in the Spring and Autumn Period who once sat and watched the dynasties founding and subjugating.
Afterwards, Xu Xiao led his iron cavalry to the rivers and lakes, from south to north, almost killing all the rivers and lakes, but they couldn't finish killing those who had national hatred and family hatred in the sects and gangs.
Cutting weeds cannot get rid of the roots, but the spring breeze blows and regenerates.
Therefore, His Royal Highness, the son of Beiliang, would die every time he went out. If the survivors of the Spring and Autumn Period were dying, so would Fushuifang.
In those years, there were as many assassins who sneaked into Qingliang Mountain and died generously.
In the end, even the maids who lived together day and night in Wutongyuan would die, and the two princes personally helped them marry the girl with the nickname. When they died, they still died with little regret but no big regret.
Xu Fengnian still clearly remembers the assassination that disturbed Wutong Court for the first time. In the night of winter snow, he ran out of the house without boots and stood on the steps, looking at the small heavily guarded courtyard. It was full of dead bodies, and the heavy snow was soaked in blood, and then covered with heavy snow, and finally it was completely white.
At that time, the man who was not so lame and not so stooped, also did not put on boots, went up the steps and stood side by side with the young man, and let the guards of the palace in iron armor carry the corpses away, and said with a smile: "Dad, in this life, There are too many enemies, I can't count them, and I don't even bother to count them! Son, are you afraid?"
The boy didn't know whether he was cold or scared, his teeth were chattering, but he still said stubbornly: "I'm afraid of an egg!"
At that time, the man whose hair was not yet white, took off his old sable fur and put it on for the young man. He laughed loudly and said, "It's from our old Xu family!"
The boy rolled his big eyes, grabbed the warm sable fur with both hands, and hurried back into the house.
And the man who hadn't been called father by his son since his wife passed away, turned around and walked down the steps, striding out of the courtyard, but just after he left the courtyard, he didn't have any pride at all. After Yuan Zuozong, he kicked him without saying a word. The latter was at a loss. The man stared at him and lowered his voice, and said two words fiercely from between his teeth: Take off your boots!
It's a pity that the boy couldn't see that funny scene.
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At this moment, on the third floor, an angry shout interrupted the woman's crying, "Shut up!"
The woman was stunned for a moment, and then turned from heart-piercing crying to soft sobbing.
The middle-aged assassin said sternly to the young woman: "I am the Song family of Chongshan! I have been loyal and good for generations, and there will be no descendants who will shame the ancestors!"
After saying this, a complex look flashed in the eyes of the middle-aged man, and finally he raised his arm suddenly, and slapped the woman on the forehead fiercely.
Twenty years of living in humiliation, only to die for innocence.
This is the only wish of this man from the Song family.
He couldn't care less about what the younger members of the family thought.
Although the woman could muster up the courage to beg for mercy from the King of Beiliang, she had exhausted all her energy. At this moment, she no longer had the courage to resist the angrily cruel hand of the elders of the family.
Xu Fengnian, who had always been soft-spoken, suddenly flew into a rage, and the next moment he appeared in front of the man on the ground, and stepped on the head of the man who was trying to kill his relatives righteously.
The assassin, who died instantly, slid backwards several feet away.
Xu Fengnian took a deep breath, and quickly stabilized the Qi in his body. The sudden burst of aura, ordinary warriors don't feel very depressed, even Lin Hongyuan only feels a little suffocated, but five martial arts masters like Wei Miao, Mao Shulang, Cheng Baishuang, Ji Liu'an and Xue Songguan, almost The blind female luthier even pressed the strings heavily with both hands, and Mao Shulang, who stood up, almost drew his sword out of its sheath.
Xu Fengnian looked at the young priest beside Liu Nirong, and nodded.
The latter moved forward silently and made an obscure gesture. Following the young priest's gesture, three men and women with completely different identities walked out from the third floor. The old guy with a cotton towel on his shoulders and a wine jug in his hand, and a local Jianghu character from Beiliang who was watching the fun with a group of new friends from other places, the four of them started to clean up the battlefield together, clearing the ground of those The survivors of Chunqiu who were still alive all carried them downstairs. No one is interested in whether they are dragged out and killed a hundred times, or tortured to death. If no one can see the identities of these four people at this time, then they really have been kicked in the head by a donkey.
Either the spies raised by the Fushui house, or the dead men raised by the eagle house, or both.
The restaurant belongs to the Fish and Dragon Gang, but Liu Nirong always looks like an outsider.
Xu Fengnian turned his head to look at the three father-in-laws of Yinshoujian, and said expressionlessly: "Don't worry about the poisoning. Also, you can return to Tai'an City after you get to Qingliang Mountain and put down the imperial decree."
Eunuch Liu didn't speak, and walked to the stairs first.
It's just that when passing by the young feudal lord, he slowed down intentionally or unintentionally, his eyes full of questions.
Xu Fengnian whispered as if playing a riddle when the eunuch who was in charge of Yinshou passed him by, "Tell him that she is fine."
Eunuch Liu looked straight ahead, but bent slightly, and then quickened his pace.