The black sleeves are full of light.
The shoes are plain, but the plainness is not easy to look at carefully. If you look closely, you will feel a little aggrieved by them.
Shouldn't such satin be used as a square scarf on a beautiful woman's hand? How could he come into contact with the messy ground in Yuncheng?
In just an instant, Mu Qingyun remembered the articles and poems he had spent in the past.
The end of the great catastrophe is an era of misery, but also an era of recovery. It is also an era of displaying the beauty of costumes and the prosperity of articles.
Mr. Kuang Beisheng, the master who has passed away for three years at this time, said that you rode famous horses, drank wine like blood, and were accompanied by beauties in trousers. You talked about enjoying the scenery of the world and left countless poems. It was timely. After having fun, you will die with no regrets.
But I'm not willing to give in, I'm afraid of death!
After I was afraid of death, my ancestors asked me if you still lived a life of wandering and fear. I didn't know how to answer.
If your ancestors ask me again, are your descendants free from nightmares at night? I still don't know how to answer.
Mu Qingyun has been in this era for two days, and the people he saw on the street had patched-up clothes, sallow complexions, and numb eyes.
This is a situation recorded in textbooks.
But it was rarely mentioned in textbooks, but there were many records in unofficial histories. A hundred years later, she had never seen the poetry, wine and romance that still made future generations both laugh at themselves and be curious.
After all, Yuncheng is a small town, very poor, and cannot afford to support romantic people.
But now, she felt that she might have met a representative of poetry, wine and romance.
The people in the float stretched out their hands to open the bead curtain, turned their heads slightly, and looked at the simple wine shop built of wood on the roadside.
"Lou Ying, if I tell you to change it, if you change one word, you will get one tael of gold."
Before the man in the float finished speaking, a small gold ingot gently fell on the table of the wine shop.
"I really want to take it, but unfortunately I'm afraid the coffin boards of my ancestors won't be able to hold it."
Mu Qingyun frowned, quickly got out of the car, squeezed through the crowd and looked out.
No, that's Lou Fang.
The voice, tone, etc. are actually completely different.
This person's voice is a bit weak.
But Mu Qingyun has perfect pitch, she can tell that this is Lou Fang, the way he exhales and makes sounds is exactly the same.
The voice can be faked, but this cannot be faked.
Mu Qingyun instantly raised his hands to cover his ears.
The person in the float suddenly jumped down and drew his sword in mid-air. For a moment, Mu Qingyun's eyes stung and turned slightly red.
Half of the wine shop was cut flatly, and the broken wood fell to the ground, but it was actually somewhat orderly in the chaos.
Mu Qingyun held his breath and touched his eyes.
This is martial arts!
Finally saw it.
This is what she wants, to be able to do what others cannot.
"How about my sword?"
The man in the float said softly.
The person from 'Lou Fang' had already obediently hid on the side of the road, three feet away from the float: "A little aura of awe-inspiring energy, a thousand miles of joyful wind, a awe-inspiring sword, of course it's good."
The young man in the float finally landed on the ground. His black sleeves covered his black sword, and his voice was as cold as the water of the Nine Netherworld - "If you don't change, my next sword will fall on your neck."
Mu Qingyun: "..."
She could see clearly at this time that although her face was slightly different, the person standing on the street in front of the wine shop was Teacher Xiao Fang.
Mu Qingyun assessed the force value and decided to immediately persuade Lou Fang that the situation was stronger than the others, so there was no shame in bowing his head, and he could change whatever he asked.
Teacher Xiaofang doesn’t like to revise manuscripts and makes the editor mad every time.
But even if the editor was furious, he couldn't cut his neck, but he was holding a sword seriously.
Lou Fang is quite flexible and flexible, not a diehard, so this is not difficult.
She took a few steps forward and heard Lou Fang sigh, and said seriously: "I won't change."
The atmosphere on the court suddenly became tense.
Mu Qingyun felt the wind was chilling her bones. She had practiced her boxing very well. Teacher Jia said that usually three or five people with some skills could fight her as long as the terrain was suitable and she was not completely surrounded.
But Teacher Jia never said anything about how to fight someone who can tear open a house with a sword.
After all, modern society has good security, and Mu Qingyun can only encounter a knife at most, but not a gunpowder bomb.
The young people in the float were silent, and the wind blew so hard that it made people's skin crawl.
He suddenly knelt down.
Mu Qingyun: "..."
'Lou Fang' was obviously shocked and turned sideways. The people watching the excitement also dispersed, pointing and talking in low voices.
"Our Jiangnan Huijian Sect has been passed down to this day for four hundred and eighty years."
The man knelt down and said, regardless of the expressions of the people around him, "The first head of the family did not enter the realm of Po Luan until he was sixty years old. He has never had the chance to 'defeat destiny' in his life, but let me ask you, is he considered a hero?"
'Lou Fang' nodded and said with a smile: "Situ Liang was a chivalrous and righteous man throughout his life. My ancestor wrote a biography about him, saying that he helped the common people for thirty years and was worthy of the word hero."
Without waiting for the kneeling man to continue speaking, 'Lou Fang' added: "The second head of the Huijian Sect, Situ Xuan, entered into a humble age at the age of thirteen, broke away from his delusion at the age of seventeen, and died at the age of twenty. Although he only lived for twenty Years ago, but he spent twelve years in the trap area saving people, and in the end he gave up his sword to study medicine to save people, and he never came back until he died. He is a hero."
'Lou Fang' recounted the family treasures and mentioned the twelfth head of the Huijian Sect in one breath. After a pause, he mentioned the thirteenth.
"The thirteenth family head and the current family head, Situ Le, was very qualified and could be called a hero in the first thirty years of his career. When he was thirty-two years old, he led a team to hunt in restricted area No. 19."
'Lou Fang' paused, "First he was greedy for merit and rushed forward. When he encountered monsters, he panicked and killed fourteen Huijian Sect and other famous disciples. Two seniors, Wu Huan and Wu Le, who were left to save them, escaped alone. "
"Afterwards, in order to preserve the reputation of Huijian Sect, I also tried to intercept and kill senior Wu Huan's disciples. Although my conscience found out and I stopped at the last moment, I just did it."
"I have been investigating this matter for a year and a half, and it is unquestionable. Therefore, it cannot be changed."
The kneeling one closed his eyes and fell silent, holding the sword in his hand tighter and tighter.
Mu Qingyun quickly recalled many ways to defeat the weak with the strong.
But when the weak defeat the strong, we must also follow the basic method.
Suddenly a gust of wind blew by, and the sound of rapid horse hooves came.
Mu Qingyun suddenly turned his head and couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable. The people around him were also in an uproar.
"Why are the people from the Three Islands Country here?"
"I heard that these bastards took advantage of the increase in our restricted area and were unable to do anything, so they jumped around and ran rampant in Fengtai, doing all kinds of bad things."
"Their ambassador is dead, and they want to send troops to our territory to track down the murderer. Now they are still wrangling."
Guys from the Three Islands Kingdom were very unpopular in the Ming Kingdom.
This guy galloped up on horseback and was right in front of him in the blink of an eye. He spoke in authentic Ming Dynasty Mandarin.
"Are you Lou Ying?"
Mu Qingyun suddenly raised his head, and finally heard the word 'Lou Ying' clearly, with a bit of visible shock on his face.
One of the three wise men?
'Lou Fang' sighed.
"Where's the stuff?"
Immediately, the man from Mishima State said sternly.
'Lou Fang' said quickly: "Not long ago, someone from your Three Islands Country came to rob it, and it was snatched away."
The man on the horse sneered: "Other people might believe it - but I don't."
No one else seemed to have moved, and Mu Qingyun didn't even see anything. A large beheading knife was thrust in front of 'Lou Fang'.
The kneeling member of the Situ family drew his sword and rushed towards him. He blocked the sword for only three seconds. He suddenly retreated and bumped into 'Lou Fang'. He also fell back several feet and fell into a ball. In rotten wood.
As soon as he landed, he vomited three mouthfuls of blood.
Mu Qingyun suppressed his exclamation, and the people around him ran away with a roar.
In an instant, the sword came again, and the man from the Situ family tried his best to block it with his sword. Every time he blocked the sword, he took several steps back, vomiting blood while retreating.
The blade of the blade scratched his cheek, and the blood on his face and the vomited blood flowed out, staining his front.
But after blocking three knives, this man's face turned as white as death.
'Lou Fang' said sternly: "Situ Qingshuang, you died for me today, and I still won't change."
Situ Qingshuang couldn't tell the difference at all.
Mu Qingyun stared at the scene in front of him, a thought suddenly flashed in his mind, and he said loudly: "Stab his left leg in the rabbit hole."
Her voice was very high.
Situ Qingshuang was already a little dizzy. She subconsciously lowered the tip of the sword, tried her best to resist the sword with the armor on her shoulder, and stabbed out with the sword.
The sword power actually stopped for a moment.
Panting for a moment, Situ Qingshuang grabbed Lou Fang violently, rolled on the spot, and rolled into the sewer entrance on the left.
The moment it fell, Situ Qingshuang sneered: "I'm going to die today, and you won't be able to survive. What a change!" (Wise House Chinese has no pop-ups, and is updated in a timely manner)
