The woman in red who looked like a fairy walked down. All the young handsome men's eyes moved here, but no one dared to come close to blaspheme. Naturally, this woman was the owner of Mingyuefang. She took a casual look and saw There was an empty seat at Zhang Ling's table, so he sat down quietly, minding his own business.
The three of them saluted at the same time, and then Ren Pingsheng looked away. The woman who happened to be sitting opposite Ren Pingsheng smiled sweetly, looked at him and joked: "How come this young master is wearing a mask when he comes to Mingyuefang? Hey! He is still a young man. Scholar, no wonder you are so shy."
Zhang Ling helped Ren Pingsheng smooth things over and said with a chuckle: "Miss Mingyue, this friend of mine has a thin face, so don't tease him."
For some reason, Zhang Ling glanced at her unconsciously. Her red gold pupils suddenly appeared, but she found that the other party did not hesitate. Then she narrowed her eyes slightly and smiled evilly: "Young Master, are you seeking death?"
Zhang Ling swallowed his saliva immediately, cupped his hands and said, "I'm just being presumptuous. I hope Miss Mingyue won't blame me."
At this time, Zhang Ling finally understood why no one dared to take advantage of Mingyue Tower. He did not expect that the stunning beauty in front of him was actually a hidden master.
The skirt of the woman in red was moving slightly despite the wind. A wisp of red ribbon quietly swam out from her sleeve, and then directly made a shallow mark on the table, and then quietly retracted. She said calmly: "I advise you not to If you have some skill, you can do whatever you want in Mingyuefang. Be careful to enter vertically and exit horizontally. If you want to compete with that person later, I won't care. Otherwise, please make your own decision."
A gust of wind hit Mingyuefang, and a hooded man landed silently on the deserted embroidery building. He looked down from above, raised his eyebrows, and laughed playfully. It was a young voice: "I'm here to support you today." There are quite a lot of them, but I don’t know if they are just a bunch of embroidered pillows like before.”
He walked directly into Ming Yue's boudoir, and then saw Ming Yue standing up and nodding to the girl on the stage. Several opera girls also resigned, and Ming Yue also walked up. No one dared to stop her from the beginning to the end. .
When she walked up to the attic, Song Linjie sighed: "What a master!"
Soon the hooded man walked out of the room, lay down on the railing and looked down. Junyan, who couldn't hold himself back, jumped up from the chair, stepped on the table, and jumped as hard as he could. He was overjoyed, and luckily he caught him. He wanted to keep throwing up the railing, but he saw the hooded man stretching out his fingers one by one, and then he fell heavily on the table where he had just jumped. Fortunately, the table was strong enough. , no loss of face.
The hooded man stretched out a little finger towards him. Seeing that his friend was humiliated, his friend who came with him shouted: "How dare you be so arrogant, a thief? I will capture you today and hang you in front of the building for everyone to see." What kind of embarrassment are you in?"
He jumped up suddenly, obviously higher than the man just now. When he basically reached the same height as the second floor, the man in the turban grabbed the railing with one hand, jumped out, and stepped on him again with one foot. , just hit the table just now, but this time with the force of the latter's kick, the four corners of the wooden table finally failed to hold up and exploded.
The man in the scarf fell back to his original place safely after being kicked. At this time, Mingyue also walked out of the room. He looked back and smiled naively. Mingyue raised her hand as if to strike. He quickly stepped aside and Mingyue went downstairs again and sat down. Beside Zhang Ling.
Zhang Ling asked in confusion: "Miss Mingyue knows him?"
Mingyue looked at the hooded man upstairs and smiled: "My brother."
Hearing such an explanation, the three of them were even more puzzled. Mingyue waved her hand, and the surrounding area suddenly became quiet. Taking the table as a circle, their figures could be seen, but no sound could be heard. Zhang Ling blurted out: "Secret Technique."
Mingyue nodded and smiled lightly: "Do you know Mingtang?"
The three of them nodded, and Mingyue continued: "Master Mingtang is my father, and he is my brother. Wu Zhi, because his father killed his mother in order to investigate a matter, Wu Zhi thought it was his father's fault, So I left Mingtang, took my maiden name, and am now a disciple of Chengdao Academy, and I am also one of the four deputy heads of Mingtang."
When Song Linjie heard that he was a disciple of the academy, he immediately became interested and rushed out with a knife. The scholar who was sitting quietly opposite finally said: "Then Miss Mingyue told us these things, intending to kill people and silence her afterwards?"
Mingyue looked at each other, appreciating that this person dared to ask such a question calmly after knowing her identity. She turned her head and looked at Zhang Ling: "Your name is Zhang Ling, right?"
Zhang Ling was not surprised when the other party said his name directly. No matter whether it was a ventilated or airtight wall, there was basically nothing that this force didn't know about. Zhang Ling nodded and admitted, asking: "If that's the case, then Wu Zhi doesn't know about it either." Are you here to steal something?"
Mingyue fiddled with the red ribbon and wrapped it dexterously around her hand, revealing her white and slender fingers. She handed Zhang Ling a letter, and then she realized that the person above was delivering a message to her. The content written on the letter was exactly what Zhang Ling said. What Ling Xiao could have guessed early on was that Qin Yi and Su Li, the other two deputy heads of Mingtang, met in a battle at Taoyuan Mountain. The battle was detailed, but the outcome was not stated.
Zhang Ling handed the letter to Sheng Sheng and saw Mingyue's rosy peach gently fluttering on the table. It was immediately clear to him and he smiled and said, "Miss Mingyue likes Qin Yi?"
The woman in red who was poked in the center looked ashamed and angry, and glared at him. Zhang Ling hurriedly smiled and said: "Qin Yi, that guy is so good-looking that even women would be ashamed of themselves. I think only Miss Mingyue is worthy of him. I hope The two of you will get married as soon as possible."
The woman in red smiled charmingly: "It's exactly what Qin Yi said, round on the outside and slippery on the inside, one person has two hearts, but I accept the good news, and thank you for helping him untie his complex."
Zhang Ling suddenly said something shocking: "Miss Mingyue must be thirty, right?"
The woman in red waved her hand down, and the surrounding voices sounded again. She shook the red belt: "If you really want to die, I can reluctantly make it happen for you."
Zhang Ling smiled awkwardly and turned to look at Song Linjie.
Wu Zhi, who was covered in scarf, leaped in the attic. His swallow flew over Qinghong, and he easily dodged Song Linjie's slashes like a flying fish. His Heavenly Forging Sword fell to the corridor of Xiulou, and the power of the sword spread to all sides. After several rounds, When they came down, the exquisite attic was damaged in many places. The two of them fought like a wild rhinoceros against a butterfly, rushing wildly, but in the end they were unable to injure them at all.
Song Linjie stood on the attic and slashed through the air with his sword, which was unparalleled. Wu Zhi'an watched the warrior in front of him rush towards him calmly. He jumped lightly, stepped on the tip of the sword and fell downstairs, settling gracefully on the four sides. At the same table, the four people sitting next to him suddenly stood up, but no one came forward to fight with him.
The people who come here are all young masters from aristocratic families, and they spend their days pampering themselves. Except for those few generals, who would ask for trouble to wield swords and guns, and those who are here today are just tired of staying in the capital. It is rare to have a scene. It's a lively event, so you can't miss the exciting competition.
So it's not that they didn't take action, they were just watching the fun. Wu Zhi, who was standing lightly on the table, smiled: "Song Linjie, today I saw an opponent who I can fight against."
Song Linjie didn't care that he revealed his name and shouted: "If you are as powerful as you say, why are you running away?"
Wu Zhi said without hesitation: "To be honest, I am not as good as you in terms of martial arts, so I won't fight you head-on."
The young handsome man who came here couldn't help but feel happy when he saw the turbaned man finally admitting that he was inferior. However, when he thought that he was not the one who asked him to avoid him, he was still a little unhappy, but he had to admit the handsome skill of the knife-wielding young man.
Song Linjie stepped on the edge of the embroidered building and ran down, using the three key points of the domineering sword technique: rapid leaves, breaking through, and domineering.
A quick trick, only attacking but not defending, moving forward inexorably, like the wind.
