Tread.
The old wine mutton hasn't been served yet.
Outside the door, there were footsteps again.
The embroidered guards all looked up.
The embroidery master was as still as a mountain, as if he had not heard of him.
door.
A figure jumped into view.
The visitor was dressed in black, with a sinister face, and a strange aura coming from his body.
The man in black suddenly stopped and stared at the embroidered guard inside.
When their eyes met, the air seemed to freeze.
Luo Heng glanced at them and saw that the expressions of the embroidered guards suddenly became nervous.
The embroidery master, who had been motionless just now, became a little more solemn.
After thinking for a moment, Luo Heng guessed the origin of the man in black.
Dragon God Eight Dogs, Ghost Dog Li Qianjue!
"Xuanwu? Jiejiejie..."
Li Qianjue, the man in black at the door, suddenly burst into laughter.
The voice was hoarse and unpleasant, like the cry of a night owl.
Luo Heng pursed his lips and wanted to laugh.
Right.
Li Qianjue in the original work likes Jie Jie Jie.
His unruly smile has been with him all his life and is his trademark.
However, Luo Heng did not expect that the grandmaster of Xiu Yiwei was actually Xuanwu among the four major governors.
In the book, Xuanwu has very little ink.
It was only mentioned that he was active in the northern border all year round, gathering information about the grassland tribes for Dachu, and almost never participated in the affairs of the Middle Kingdom.
To a certain extent, Xuanwu is one of the few people among the Xiuyi Guards who still has loyalty in his heart.
He is a weapon of the imperial court, not the third prince's personal butcher knife.
He is different from other embroidered guards.
"Li Qianjue!"
Xuanwu spit out three words.
The tone was low and vaguely solemn.
He never thought that he would encounter the notorious ghost dog Li Qianjue in a small riverside county.
If he had known this, he would never have stayed here.
Li Qianjue is a veteran master who has been in the world for decades and has rarely failed.
It was far beyond what he, a new grandmaster who had just entered the grandmaster realm, could match.
Not to mention, what Xuanwu is best at is not fighting in the arena.
Xuanwu is self-aware.
He knew very well that he could not defeat Li Qianjue.
In front of Li Qianjue, maybe he could barely survive, but it was hard to say for his brothers.
For a time, Xuanwu's heart gradually sank to the bottom.
Li Qianjue didn't move, just looked at Xuanwu and the Xiuyi guards playfully.
The atmosphere in the small restaurant became increasingly solemn.
It seems to take one's breath away.
The hearts of the embroidered guards were beating violently.
They always licked the blood from their swords, but at this moment, they found that they didn't even have the courage to draw their swords.
It's not that they are timid.
But the terrifying aura on Li Qianjue's body made them almost unable to move.
Even their boss Xuanwu was struggling to persist.
Inside.
The restaurant owner had already collapsed to the ground and seemed to have fainted.
The old wine that was warm on the fire was bubbling.
One side of the square table.
Luo Heng stood still, slowly tasting the last bit of sweet soup in the bowl.
Beside him, Mu Qingwan and Ye Wan'er seemed not to feel the terrifying pressure at all, but they saw that the atmosphere in the restaurant suddenly became depressing, and their expressions were somewhat nervous.
Grandmasters are also superior and inferior.
It’s clear who is strong and who is weak.
tread!
Li Qianjue, who was at the door, took a gentle step and stepped inside.
The bodies of the embroidered guards trembled, their faces instantly turned pale, and bright red blood slowly overflowed from the corners of their mouths.
Xuanwu didn't move, but his face turned a little pale.
At this moment, he was like a small boat in the stormy waves, which could capsize at any time.
He wanted to protect his brothers, but he was more than willing to do so.
Invisible confrontation is the most dangerous.
At this moment, Xuanwu realized it.
…
Click.
The porcelain bowl made a slight sound after touching the table.
Although it was not loud, it was clearly audible in the eerily silent restaurant.
Li Qianjue's eyes suddenly turned over, flashing fiercely.
He saw a man and two women at this table early in the morning.
It's just that his attention was all on Xuanwu and he didn't care about these little guys who couldn't even be called ants.
But now, these ants are... wait!
Li Qianjue suddenly seemed to realize something, and his originally fierce eyes gradually turned into shock.
His coercion didn't affect them?
this……
I was in a state of shock and doubt.
Suddenly I heard a voice: "Today is Qingming. What I saw and heard along the way made me very inspired by poetry. Wanwan, Miss Ye, please listen to me recite a poem, and you two can comment on it."
But it was the young man among the ants who smiled and spoke.
Li Qianjue hasn't reacted yet.
The young man has begun to recite poetry.
"It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road feel like they are dying. If I ask where the restaurant is, the shepherd boy points to Xinghua Village."
The sound is not loud, clear and pleasant.
But when it fell into Li Qianjue's ears,...
boom!
Li Qianjue felt as if there was a thunderbolt exploding in his ears.
The explosion made his blood boil and his mind went blank.
His body shook unconsciously.
A strong smell of blood rushed up suddenly, making him almost nauseous.
The internal force in the body was completely out of control.
Rampant, constantly bombarding the meridians around his body.
Li Qianjue was horrified, and his dead soul emerged.
He is a top-notch existence among the masters. Now this young man with unknown origins, just by his voice, there are faint signs that he is going crazy.
Such methods are simply unheard of.
He suspected...that young man was probably a powerful master.
Although he had never heard of any great master who was younger than their palace master.
There was barely any hesitation.
Li Qianjue, who was showing off his power a moment ago and using his aura to play tricks on the embroidered guards, now retreated from the restaurant as if he had seen a ghost.
Crisp and neat, just like taking off a rabbit.
The majestic ghost dog Li Qianjue just ran away.
From a distance, Li Qianjue did not forget to look back at the small restaurant, with fear in his eyes.
It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road are dying!
This is not a pedestrian's soul-breaking, it is clearly meant to cut off his soul!
Thinking of this, Li Qianjue's pace quickened even more.
In the blink of an eye, it completely disappeared into the drizzle that was gradually falling again.
The oppressive and solemn atmosphere in the restaurant was swept away and became lighter.
Xuanwu, who looked pale, looked deeply at Luo Heng.
But he saw the young man smiling and nodding slightly towards him.
After placing a few large coins on the table, the young man picked up the wrapped rice cakes and old wine, greeted the two women next to him, and then Shi Shiran walked out.
Walking outside the door, the boy bent down and picked up the oil-paper umbrella leaning against the door, opened it, and handed it to the girl.
Then he also held an umbrella and stepped into the drizzle, gradually disappearing from sight.
Xuanwu was in a daze for a while before slowly coming back to his senses.
Thinking of the young man's figure in his mind, he seemed to be in a dream.
If it hadn't been for this young man, he and his brothers would have been in great danger today.
He didn't know why the boy wanted to save them.
However, he Xuanwu remembered this favor.
"Boss..."
At this moment, the embroidered guards came back to their senses as if their souls had returned.
Their faces were pale and frightened.
Almost, almost they wouldn't see the sun tomorrow.
Thanks to that young man.
