Jing Zhou's figure flew into the air, and he slowly raised his right hand. The naked eye could see the purple light wrapping around his palm. In an instant, the purple light became ten feet long, and a fierce sword intention condensed on it.
He gently waved his right hand forward, and the sword light exploded, and the purple energy suddenly rushed out, shattering the dust in the sky, along with a cold light hidden behind it.
The flying dust, mixed with the sputtering sword energy, fell on the ground and created countless potholes. The woman who stood up from the ground was shaken when she saw it. With a light sword, Yuan Tingshan was forced to this extent?
Suddenly the world fell silent, and she seemed to come back to her senses. She looked forward again, and saw that a sword energy had penetrated Yuan Tingshan's chest.
"You, who are you?"
Yuan Tingshan looked at the purple light passing through his body in disbelief and felt funny.
The fish will die and the net will break. The fish will die, but in the end the net will not break.
He tried his best, but still couldn't block this man's sword.
How could such a person appear in Jianzhou!
"Why should a dead person know so much?" The dull voice sounded in Yuan Tingshan's ears again.
"I'm not..., unwilling, willing." Yuan Tingshan, who was sure that Xuanyuan Qingfeng would definitely become his woman, smiled sadly and fell down softly.
The few surviving bodyguards looked at each other. Yuan Tingshan, who had once shaken up the Jianzhou martial arts world and was highly regarded by the ancestors of the Xuanyuan family, died like this?
Who is this young master?
He didn't even give Patriarch Xuanyuan face!
In Jianzhou Wulin, the Heavenly Master of Longhu Mountain is the sky, and the ancestor of the Xuanyuan family is the earth. Although Patriarch Xuanyuan is not a son of man and is despised by Jianzhou Wulin, who dares to jump out and cry out for injustice?
Even if the bandits were killed by the government, as long as they went to Huishan and were protected by the Xuanyuan family, the government could only turn a blind eye.
Seeing the purple-clothed young man sweeping towards this side, all the bodyguards lowered their heads, not daring to look at each other.
"The old guy Xuanyuan Dapan has good taste, but a person with such delicate skin and tender flesh cannot withstand the old guy's torment for a few days." Jingzhou's eyes fell on the face that could be broken by a bullet beside the carriage, and he lightly Sigh.
In Jianzhou, besides Xuanyuan Qingfeng, the only person with such beauty should be the Murong siblings who "one female and one male, the female conquers the city, the male conquers the country, both fly into the Wutong Palace".
Murong Wuzhu, who used to be soft and delicate in the past, raised his head and stared blankly at the purple-clothed young man, anticipating the purple-clothed young man's next move.
Rather than being turned into a plaything in the hands of ancestor Xuanyuan and living a life of war and fear all day long, it would be better to be left to serve this young master. She is not as independent-minded as her younger brother. As long as she can survive, what does it matter if she is a slave?
It's better to serve this young master than to stay in Murong's house in fear. Their parents valued profits over love, and they were planning to sell their two siblings for a long time. If it weren't for the help of the old servant left behind by their grandfather after his death, neither of them would have been able to leave Murong's mansion. The fish meat on the eucalyptus board is left to be slaughtered.
"Sir, what should we do with the remaining people?" Qingniao picked up the instant gun from the ground and came to Jing Zhou's side.
All the bodyguards were nervous. After all, killing someone and burying the truth was a common occurrence in the world.
Yuan Tingshan couldn't withstand the young master's sword, and all of them together couldn't withstand Yuan Tingshan's several sword blows. If that young man struck with a sword...
The woman whom Patriarch Xuanyuan regarded as the person in the room had a flushed face and slowly lowered her head. At this time, she didn't think about the poem "Both flew into the Wutong Palace", she just looked forward to staying with the young man in purple and settling down.
"It has nothing to do with us." Jing Zhou picked up the Xuanyuan family member who had fainted on the ground and threw him on the carriage.
The next section of the road is by water, with many rivers flowing, and we just need a person to lead the way.
"The man next to the carriage," Qingniao hesitated to say.
Even though she was a woman, she still felt confused when she saw that face that was comparable to Bai Hu'er's face.
If it were the prince, he would definitely take that person back to Wutong Garden. Even if you don't pick flowers, they are always good if you keep them.
"There are so many beautiful people in the world, you can't just take them away when you meet them." Jing Zhou clapped his hands, and the soil surged under his feet, covering the corpses on the ground.
The rolling curtain of the carriage on the side was lifted again, and the person who stepped out of the carriage had a face and figure that were almost the same as Murong Wuzhu's, but her eyes were firm, especially her back, which was straight and straight, unlike an ordinary woman.
Emperor Murong Tong ignored his sister on the ground, took a few steps forward and came to Jing Zhou's side, saluted and said, "Thank you, Master, for saving your life."
Devour
"It's just the right time." Jing Zhou glanced at this "girl" with a flat chest, who was not a woman but was better than a woman, and waved his hand to indicate that this fake girl should not take it to heart.
It has obviously fallen out of vulgarity for literati to only compete in poems, songs, gold, stone, and jade. Therefore, high-ranking officials have the custom of raising singers and maids at home. Especially in the Jiangnan area where the literary style is at its peak, this has become a common practice and is regarded as a matter of elegance. Things, and Long Yang's goodness is the most different.
There are many beautiful girls, but there are few bookboys with red lips and white teeth. Murong Tonghuang, who is as beautiful as a lotus flower and more like a woman than a woman, is no longer the best, but an immortal. It is rare to find but not to be found. No wonder Xuanyuan Dapan will take it. Considered forbidden.
It's just that he doesn't have a habit of cutting off his sleeves. In his eyes, such a beautiful man is just ordinary.
The blue bird was slightly absent-minded at the side. It was really the man in front of him. It was hard to tell whether he was male or female, which was confusing. Just looking at his face, no one in the world would think Murong Tonghuang was a man.
Just as Murong Tonghuang was about to open his mouth, the purple-clothed young man in front of him had already turned around and got into the carriage with the gun-wielding maid in blue.
Does he really have no thoughts about his siblings?
Murong Tonghuang, who originally thought that the world was as black as crows, was stunned. The countermeasures he had originally thought of were useless at this time.
Before escaping from Murong's Mansion, he had been with a few scholars who claimed to be clean but in reality were greedy for beauty. Only then did he get the chance to escape. At this time, he wanted to repeat his old tricks, but he didn't want the man in front of him to have already Leave.
Emperor Murong Tong glanced at his timid sister, bit his lip and said, "Master, please stay, I have a favor to ask of you!"
Today's pursuit by Yuan Tingshan made him realize one thing. With the strength of the Xuanyuan family, he was afraid that his brother and sister would have been captured before they even escaped from Jianzhou. The bodyguards who paid a lot of money seemed safe, but they couldn't even stop Yuan Tingshan's sword. And there are not many people like Yuan Tingshan in the Xuanyuan family.
Even if he can escape from the evil hands of old Xuanyuan pervert, after leaving Jianzhou, who knows if he will encounter evil thieves like Chu Lushan Fat Pig?
Rather than fall into the hands of Xuanyuan, Chu Lu and others, it would be better to die and escape.
It's just that although he is not afraid of death, his sister Murong Wuzhu is even afraid of needle pricks. If he hadn't persisted, she might not have had the courage to escape from Murong's house. She would have resigned herself to her fate and let old pervert Xuanyuan torture her.
Since the purple-clothed young master in front of him dares to kill people from the Xuanyuan family, he must have a good family background, and he is not a person who is greedy for beauty. If his sister is with him, even if she is a slave, it will be worse than serving Xuanyuan in the Xuanyuan family. The market is a thousand times stronger.
"It is better to ask for help than to ask for yourself." Jingzhou replied, thinking: "According to the trajectory, the Murong sister and brother fled. When Xu Fengnian ended his wandering in the south of the Yangtze River and entered Jianzhou southward, it happened in advance. Could it be that it happened in advance? Is it the effect of my big butterfly?"
When Emperor Murong Tong saw that the carriage did not stop at all, he pursed his lips tightly and felt cruel. He took two packages from the carriage, shared some silver with the surviving bodyguard, and pulled his sister beside him to follow.
Murong Wuzhu usually stayed close to the house, but in the Murong family, she was raised as a real young lady. They only hoped that one day she would die and bring the family great wealth.
After just a few steps, Murong Wuzhu, who had a slim waist, was already sweating. The black hair on his forehead was knotted and tangled. His feet were like rows of copper nails, and the soles of his feet were in unbearable pain.
Emperor Murong Tong glanced down at his sister who was breathing heavily and breaking out in cold sweat, and said in a cold voice: "If you don't want to fall into the hands of old pervert Xuanyuan and suffer all the humiliation, just grit your teeth and go on."
After walking two miles, the girl who had just escaped from the tiger's mouth was already limping. If her brother hadn't been supporting her, she would have fallen to the ground.
The blue bird in the car looked back and said with regret: "Sir, they are still following you."
Jingzhou said "Yes" and said: "Bluebird, there are so many poor people in this world. Not to mention other things, how many daughters in the Jiangnan area were exchanged for several strings of copper coins when they were young, and after being trained by experts, they became After becoming beautiful, they fall into the land of fireworks and use their bodies for people's entertainment. Aren't they pitiful?"
"Beauties are not necessarily a disaster, but a bad life is a real thing. God has given you a face that is as good as a fish and a goose. Naturally, you have to suffer the consequences of this face. Is there any truth in the world that you can only enjoy happiness without being cold or hungry? "
"Besides, this trip to Xuanyuan's house is not a smooth journey. Even with me here, I may not be able to protect the siblings."
Qingniao thought for a moment and hesitated: "Then why don't you teach them some kung fu? Didn't Jian Jiuhuang ask you to pass on those swords for him?"
Seeing the look of prayer flashing in the blue bird's eyes, Jingzhou thought for a moment, called out Hu Kui, and stopped the carriage.
Although Murong Tonghuang missed the best age for practicing martial arts and was not as naturally blessed as Xu Fengnian, he was determined and had a strong character, so it might not be difficult for him to achieve something.
In addition, he is a person who repays every kindness with springs, so Lao Huang's Nine Swords were passed down to him, which is not bad at all.
Wen Hua's swordsmanship was passed on to one person, and it didn't matter if he passed it on to another person. Old Huang might be underground and be willing to accept two more apprentices.
Murong Wuzhu, who was already exhausted from following behind, saw the carriage stop and suddenly felt a surge of strength, as if the life-saving straw was right in front of him.
Murong Tonghuang helped his sister to the carriage. After seeing Hu Kui's figure clearly, he couldn't help but feel shocked, and there was a feeling of horror in his heart for no reason. Previously, he was far away, so naturally he couldn't feel the ferocious aura of this ferocious beast that seemed to choose people to eat. Now facing Hu Kui, if it weren't for his tenacious temperament since childhood, he would have been like Murong Wuzhu now. Shivering.
Jing Zhou saw that Murong Tonghuang's body was always as straight as a pine, he nodded secretly, and waved his hand to cover up the aura coming from Hu Kui's body.
After calming down his restless mood, Murong Tonghuang asked straight to the point: "Is there still a lack of people around the young master?"
Jingzhou shook his head and said with a smile, "No shortage."
Murong Wuzhu endured the pain, thinking about his brother's previous instructions, and saluted, "Thank you, Master."
"Didn't you thank me just now?" Jing Zhou interrupted the woman who looked unnatural due to pain.
Murong Wuzhu was stunned and didn't know how to answer. He turned to look at Emperor Murong Tong who was paying attention.
Murong Tonghuang spread the two packages in his hands. In addition to a few pieces of clothes, they were filled with gold, silver and jewelry, as well as several large coins.
Jingzhou said cheerfully: "Do you want to give me money?"
Emperor Murong Tong nodded, pointed to the helpless sister next to him, and said: "I hope the master will take Murong Wuzhu in, even if he makes her a slave."
Jing Zhou smiled and said: "How can you be a maid and still give things to someone?"
Emperor Murong Tong said nothing, but looked up at the young man in purple who was lazily leaning on the carriage.
After a long while, Jingzhou's expression straightened and he said to Emperor Murong Tong: "Do you know where we are going this way?"
Emperor Murong Tong shook his head and said nonchalantly: "No matter where the young master goes, she will always be better with him than at Murong's house. At least she won't be inferior to a dog."
Jingzhou chuckled and said, "I'm going to Xuanyuan's house this time. Aren't you two afraid of following me into the tiger's mouth again? Not only did you lose people, but you also paid the money you worked so hard to save."
Murong Wuzhu trembled and almost fell to the ground.
Murong Tonghuang showed a smile on his face and said: "If it is really a sheep entering a tiger's mouth, and the young master kills people of the Xuanyuan family, wouldn't this be unnecessary?"
Jingzhou murmured: "Although Xuanyuan Dapan is not as good as Wang Xianzhi as a martial arts prodigy, he can still be regarded as half a martial arts genius. Although he has not entered the martial arts review, he is only higher than the next few among the top ten masters in the world. This is When he was in his prime, he was already one of the few masters in the world. Over the years, he picked up yin and replenished yang, and his skills have improved to a higher level. In terms of cultivation, this ancestor of the Xuanyuan family is comparable to the great masters in the Taoist sect."
"I heard that the old guy's eyes will be red if he doesn't touch women for a day, and he seems to be possessed. When he sees your brother and sister, he will definitely take action. Aren't you afraid?"
The timid and timid Murong Wuzhu held her sleeves tightly, her eyes full of helplessness, tears circled in her eyes, and seemed to roll out of them the next moment.
Murong Tonghuang said with a strong tone: "How can you not be afraid, but if you are afraid, you have to live like a human being."
His two siblings were already worse off than dead, so why not take a gamble!
Jingzhou said with emotion: "There is something called luck in this world. With it, nothing is impossible. But besides luck, there is another thing."
"Someone has said that the most important thing for a person is to have courage and confidence. Even if you have nothing, you can still suppress the opponent and control everything. You are very courageous." Jing Zhou took out a piece of silk from the carriage. After Qingniao had finished grinding the ink, he began to paint. There were not many words in each painting, but there was a sword movement in it.
Emperor Murong Tong breathed a sigh of relief, his bet was right!
After Jingzhou finished painting, he threw the silk into Murong Tonghuang's hands and said: "An old man asked me to pick a better seedling for him and pass on this sword skill. Although your boy looks like a girl, he still looks like a girl." You are still a master of swordsmanship, so you are not a bad person. This swordsmanship fell into your hands, and the old man knows it secretly, which can be regarded as gratifying. "
Murong Tong looked forward and saw that the writing on the rice paper was crooked and crooked, like earthworms.
