Jingzhou was currently carrying a guqin on his back, dressed in white, and sitting in a restaurant drinking.
It was so quiet on the second floor that you could even hear the sound of Jingzhou swallowing his wine.
Apart from him, there were an old man and a young man on the entire second floor.
The older one is an old man with a gray beard, about fifty years old, and the younger one is a little girl in green clothes.
There were quite a few people there before, but they were all cleared out by Jing Zhou.
Those who winked took the money and walked out, but those who did not wink, thinking about gesticulating with Jingzhou, are still lying at the door. Even the disciples of the Five Mountains Sword Sect did not get any benefits, such as Taishan Send disciples.
Although Jingzhou threw many people out, he was dressed in white and did not carry a sword, so no one recognized the evil master.
Otherwise, just based on his reputation as a master of warding off evil spirits, it would be very difficult for him to be clean at this time!
"Let's stop making noise now." Jing Zhou put down his wine glass and took out his piano from behind.
Good wine goes with good music!
When the old man with a gray beard saw the piano in Jing Zhou's hand, his eyes lit up, and then he closed his eyes to rest.
"Brother, the music you play is so nice."
The little girl clapped her hands, her face full of joy.
"Really, thank you very much for your kind words, girl."
"Hey, big brother, when you call me girl, do you think I have to be a big girl? They used to call me little girl..."
"Hahaha, it turns out your name is Fei Fei."
These two people must be Qu Yang and Qu Feiyan. This little girl is quite clever and eccentric. Jingzhou didn't reveal their identities and just started playing the music.
Suddenly the sound of the piano changed, the style of the music changed, and a song called "Dao Dao Wuxin" floated out from the second floor and reached the ears of the people downstairs. Everyone felt a chill rising all over their bodies. In this hot day, how could it be okay? Comfortable and transparent!
The old man looked happy and nodded.
"It's such a cool song, it really dazzles the scenery! Piano player, please change it to something more festive for me."
A rough sound came from the window, breaking the sound of the piano.
At this time, two people jumped in from the wooden window on the second floor.
The man who spoke had a beard on his mouth, a dark complexion, and bright eyes. He was holding a knife in one hand and a nun in the other.
Jingzhou put his palm on the piano, looked at the gathering clouds outside the window, and said slowly: "What if I don't want to?"
Tian Boguang sat down, casually took a wine bottle from the table, and poured himself some wine.
"Do you dare, kid?"
"If you don't want to, if you don't want to, it's just like this table!"
After taking a sip of wine, Tian Boguang drew out his knife and immediately cut off a corner of the table, making Yi Lin next to him scream in surprise.
Do you still dare to do it in front of him, Tian Boguang?
Even if you don’t want to, you have to force yourself to be willing!
"It seems that the young master can't help himself. Would you like to drink a cup of tea to calm down the shock?"
"This young master, you... hurry up..."
Yi Lin saw that the young master did not take Tian Boguang seriously at all, but instead invited herself to tea. She was so anxious that she almost cried.
She has seen Tian Boguang's sword before, and even Senior Brother Linghu from Huashan is no match, let alone the thin young master in front of her?
But she had no idea how to help the person in front of her.
"Boy, are you not afraid of death? It seems you didn't even hear what the uncle said?" Tian Boguang narrowed his eyes when he saw Jingzhou ignoring his words, and he suddenly had murderous intentions.
When had Tian Boguang been looked down upon like this?
At this time, there was another sound from the stairs.
"Master Jing"
Linghu Chong rushed up from downstairs and was stunned when he saw Jing Zhou. He even forgot about chasing Tian Boguang here to save Yi Lin, and felt an indescribable bitterness in his heart.
This young master, Qian Qian, whom he had met once before, was the person that the younger junior sister missed day and night.
I don’t know since when, my junior sister began to alienate herself.
A few days ago, I didn’t even practice sword practice anymore.
In the past, the little junior sister was the most annoying person, but now she actually invited a master from down the mountain to come up and seriously learn the way of the saint.
And all of this is because of this person in front of me.
Seeing Jingzhou's jade-like face, Linghu Chong suddenly felt that maybe, only a man like Jingzhou was worthy of being a master sister.
How could I, who was illiterate, compare to the elegant and elegant Mr. Jing?
Apart from the swordsmanship that he was proud of, nothing seemed to be comparable to the man in front of him. . .
"It's Brother Linghu. Since Brother Linghu is here, Tian will not give Brother Linghu face if he starts killing again."
After saying that, Tian Boguang put away the knife, picked up the wine glass that he had put down before, and said to Jing Zhou: "That pretty boy, come and pour some wine for Brother Linghu and me!"
Tian Boguang recognized Linghu Chong very much and felt that this little brother was loyal, righteous and a good man.
Although his martial arts skills are not even slightly inferior to his own, Tian Boguang is not a layman who judges success or failure based on his martial arts skills.
Seeing Tian Boguang in such a hurry to reincarnate, Jing Zhou said coldly: "Walking alone for thousands of miles has a great reputation! I'm afraid I won't be able to leave Hengyang City today!"
"You are destined to die. You may not have the chance to touch my hand today, but the time has come. This soul-destroying song must be played with a sword!"
Ask Jingzhou to pour the wine, Tian Boguang is not qualified enough!
Hearing Jingzhou speak so arrogantly, Tian Boguang was furious. He didn't care about drinking at the moment. He pulled out the knife with a "clang" sound and sliced off Jingzhou's head.
When did anyone dare to speak to him like this, Tian Boguang!
"ah!"
The knife was as fast as lightning, like a flash of white light in the dark night. It frightened the little girl and Yilin so much that they closed their eyes and did not dare to look at the scene in front of them.
If it was cut solid by his knife, it might end up being decapitated.
In Tian Boguang's opinion, young people like Jingzhou are just rookies who have just come out of the world. They have taught a few petty thieves a lesson, and then they are so self-inflated that they don't know how big the world is!
In Tian Boguang's eyes, Linghu Chong was already a hero among the younger generation. Even so, Linghu Chong couldn't withstand a few moves from his sharp sword.
As for the kid in front of me, he is probably far worse than Linghu Chong.
This river and lake is big and the water is deep!
No matter what sect he is, his head must be cut off today!
Except for the heads of various sects, no one in the world can stop the sword in Tian Boguang's hand.
Even Taishan Lao Tao from the Five Mountains Sword Sect and Yu Xiaozi from the Qingcheng Sect of Sichuan and Sichuan could not last more than a few rounds under his sharp sword.
Tian Boguang's sword came very quickly, causing a "whoosh" sound. He could even imagine the way the sword fell on Jing Zhou's head and blood gushed out.
When Linghu Chong saw Tian Boguang's sword coming out, he was debating whether to block it or not.
If Jing Zhou died like this, would Junior Sister Shui Shui let go of this relationship?
However, it is not an upright behavior for a famous family to do nothing to save someone.
He was confused as to whether to draw the sword or not. But after such a short delay, it was already too late for him to draw his sword again.
"Mr. Jing, be careful!" Apart from reminding Jing Zhou, Linghu Chong seemed to be unable to do anything. At this time, the bitterness in his heart became even heavier.
Fighting with swords in the world, Linghu Chong is really ridiculous now that he thinks about it.
He couldn't save Yilin or Jingzhou, even his beloved junior sister was snatched away.
Although the world was huge, Linghu Chong felt that there was no place where he could place himself.
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