The alley is also as secluded as Wutongluo, and most of the people living in it are poor families at the bottom of Changling.
Unbridled laughter continued to emanate from a small wine shop.
The person serving food and cooking in the small wine shop is only a woman, and there are no helpers. Although there is only one table of guests at this time, this woman is only one person, and she is still so busy that she is sweating profusely. on the body.
This woman is a bit pretty, but the eyes of the guests on the table are a bit presumptuous, they keep falling on the white skin of her neck, and along the wet clothes on her chest, making her very ashamed, but He didn't dare to show it on his face, but his complexion became more and more red.
Seeing her like this, the drinkers at this table became more presumptuous and drank more vigorously.
Just then, a person came to the door.
This is a gardener.
Everyone in the surrounding streets and alleys knew this gardener, only his surname was Zhang.
He makes a living by helping a few wealthy families to take care of flowers and plants. He usually has no savings, and he is dark and strong, and he is not very good at talking. Therefore, he should be in his forties, but no girl has ever liked him. lonely place.
Even if such a person appeared at the door, he would not attract the attention of the table of drinkers, but today, when he appeared at the door, the chatter and laughter of the table of drinkers stopped suddenly.
This very dark-skinned, very stocky gardener was carrying a large pair of flower scissors, and there was still mud on his trouser legs. He looked the same as usual, but there was a trace of A faint smile.
No one in this area had ever seen him smile like this.
Even the woman in this small wine shop was stunned for a moment, for some reason, she felt his heart, felt that this smile exuded a long-lost taste, and even began to feel happy for him.
In a somewhat strange silence, this gardener Zhang walked up to the table of drinkers, and then said to a short-haired man in brocade clothes headed by Nei Li: "You owe a total of twenty-three times for wine and food. First pay the money for the wine and food paid."
The short-haired man in brocade clothes was obviously not a good person. He was taken aback for a moment, and a sneer emerged from the corner of his mouth between his eyebrows. However, in the next moment, the short-haired man only felt a huge sense of fear pressing into his body.
He found himself unable to move.
"Pay for the drink and go."
Zhang Huajiang looked at him and said this again.
The short-haired man in brocade clothes suddenly found that he could move. He took out a money bag from his sleeve in shock, put it on the table without looking at it, and walked straight out of the shop.
The companions around him were stunned, and they didn't understand why he had such a reaction, because they didn't even feel a trace of strange breath.
Waiting for them to inexplicably catch up with the short-haired man in brocade clothes who hurried out of the shop, the short-haired man in silver clothes suddenly stopped again.
He looked down at his lower body.
He is incontinent.
But at this time, what was discharged from his lower body and stained his clothes was scarlet blood.
The eyes of several of his companions were widened to the extreme, and before the short-haired man in brocade clothes screamed in horror, these companions had already screamed in horror.
The short-haired man in brocade finally uttered a shrill scream.
Then he fell, dead.
"I'm afraid it will be rare to help you in the future."
In the wine shop, Zhang Huajiang took a deep look at the woman and said softly: "If I don't die from now on, I will take you out of Changling."
When his words sounded, the shrill screams of the short-haired man in brocade clothes also sounded outside.
For a while, the woman in the wine shop turned pale, and she didn't realize what happened.
When Zhang Huajiang turned to leave and she looked at his honest back, she began to realize what the other person meant by his words, and finally realized that the other person was not an ordinary person.
She is ordinary.
But when Zhang Huajiang walked a few more steps, she didn't know where the courage came from, her pale face was flushed again, and she called out, "I'll wait for you!"
Gardener Zhang laughed.
He didn't care about any other voices in the street or the gazes of other people, and his figure disappeared at the corner of the street like a ghost.
The death of an ordinary quack figure does not elicit an immediate and violent reaction.
After crossing a few streets and alleys, he slowed down his pace, walking slowly with the flower scissors in hand, as if he was tending those flowers and plants on weekdays.
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There are many peach forests in the east of Changling City.
The peach forest grows on the hills with ups and downs. In spring, the peach blossoms are brilliant and beautiful. Most of the peach blossoms in the famous paintings of many famous painters in Changling come from here.
At this time, when the last batch of peaches are ripe, there are naturally no peach blossoms, but for some reason, there are still many peach trees blooming in a valley filled with white mist.
When the peach blossoms are in full bloom, there is not a single new leaf.
There is only a small stone tablet erected in front of the valley road, but the whole valley is extremely quiet, even those painters who are guests of the dignitaries dare not enter this valley.
Because there are two words written on this small stone tablet, "Imperial ban."
These two characters came from the hands of Emperor Yuanwu.
The figure of Zhang Huajiang appeared in the peach forest, and finally walked to the valley.
He didn't seem to have seen the stele at all, so he walked directly into the valley, passing through the blossoming peach trees.
In the center of the most beautiful peach grove, there is an elegant and quiet courtyard.
There is a very handsome man in the small courtyard, as handsome as a peach blossom.
"Ye Xinhe, I never thought you were still alive."
Zhang Gardener held the scissors, came to the front of the courtyard, looked at the handsome man through the open courtyard door, and said.
"As early as the Lushan League, you should know that I am still alive, so I should say this sentence. Zhang Shiwu, I didn't know you were still alive." The handsome man looked at the flower. Carpenter, a little surprised.
Gardener Zhang smiled, "It's better to be dead than alive."
Ye Xinhe looked at him, frowned, and said, "Zhang Shiwu, I don't seem to have any enmity with you."
Zhang Huajiang shook his head and said: "No distinction between right and wrong is the greatest hatred."
Ye Xinhe looked at Zhang Huajiang and laughed, "Not to mention that you were no match for me when you were in Bashan, but now even if you can kill me before I recover from my injury, can you go?"
Zhang Huajiang also laughed, and said: "I want to give you a fair chance, but now I just want to kill you. As for whether I can leave, I haven't thought about it."
Ye Xinhe raised his head and said slowly, "It's a pity you can't kill me today."
Zhang Huajiang felt something, but he didn't say anything, his eyes just fell on Ye Xinhe's throat.
The flower scissors in his hand fell apart.
It was originally a pair of scissors, but after being separated, it became two swords.
Two swords flew out of his hands, looking like two ordinary flying swords.
However, at the moment of flying out, one of the two swords that were originally equally silver turned into a pure snow white, while the other turned into a pure black.
The sword divides yin and yang.
This gardener is Zhang Shiwu, the Yin-Yang sword master of Bashan Sword Field in the past.
The sword just flew away from his side by a foot, and all the peach blossoms in this valley have withered, withered petals falling down one after another.
In the courtyard outside Ye Xinhe, everything was shattered, and it was flying in the air like withered peach blossom petals.
A swirling and endless sword intent has fallen towards his body.
Ye Xinhe's black hair fluttered.
A wooden sword floated in front of him.
This wooden sword carried a very powerful aura, even stronger than the vitality on his body, but at this moment, there were already many cracks on the sword.
There was a crash.
A huge snow-white flash shot down in the sky, and violently collided with the black and white vortex that had already enveloped him.
His lips and teeth were bright red, and rich blood was oozing out, as if there were several peach blossoms in his mouth.
But at this moment, he laughed again and looked towards the mountain behind Zhang Shiwu.
There was a bang.
There seems to be a door between heaven and earth.
A piece of the mountain wall was completely shattered.
Countless rocks splashed out of the white mist.
A chariot that looked like pure bronze rushed out of the white mist along with countless gravels with a terrifying aura.
The generals on the chariot were covered in blue scales, like demon gods.
Behind this chariot, the luster of countless metals, revealing a white mist.