Lu Xiangxi froze, seeming to be amused by what he said: "I don't know whether Mr. Jiang is praising me or derogating me."
"You can go if you want." Xiao Wanhu put his hands behind his head and stepped out.
The door is closed. Through the gap, I could see the night sky outside, with its vastness and vastness of stars.
Lu Xiangxi sat down alone, picked up the tea cup and tasted it slowly.
However, after taking a sip of tea, before he could reflect on it carefully, he suddenly heard a loud noise coming from outside the small courtyard.
With a sharp look in his eyes, Lu Xiangxi slowly put down his tea cup.
At this time, outside the courtyard, under the cover of night, a sudden fight broke out, breaking the quiet atmosphere of the small courtyard.
Under the moonlight, the lotus flowers in the pond were awakened, and a string of pearl-like splashes rose from the water. More than twenty big men in black turbans holding knives and sticks surrounded five or six people in bachelor's and Confucian uniforms, shouting extremely arrogantly.
Several Confucian scholars were obviously at a disadvantage. They were covered in blood, each was seriously injured, and their situation was already critical.
They fled all the way here, but were still surrounded. But now that they have arrived here, no matter what, they will die without complaint.
"Look where you are going!" the big man holding the stick shouted.
"For the sake of the Shadow Flag Envoy, you are all going to die!" Several other people also shouted.
They were not simple reckless men, but seemed to have studied some kind of military formation. After shouting wild words, they each took their positions and charged at the Confucian scholars again.
Five or six Confucian scholars looked at each other and decided to live and die together. They stepped forward together and lined up. Faced with the crisis at hand, they raised their weapons to fight.
In an instant, blood was dripping and sprinkled in this pure courtyard again.
Figures intertwined, and within a few rounds, the Confucian scholar was already on the verge of death. Although they fought desperately to break through, they were unable to find a way out due to the narrow courtyard. In addition, they were already exhausted, and now they could barely even swing their weapons.
A big man from behind shouted, his broadsword swept across the water waves in the pool, turned over and jumped, stepping on the shoulders of everyone in front.
Like a big eagle swooping down, this is their proud move. When the knife falls, these desperate prey will die.
The sound of whistling wind spread along the whole body of the big man. He screamed, the blade in his hand flashing with a new light.
Seeing death approaching, the Confucian scholars closed their eyes tightly at the same time, frowned and gritted their teeth, and died generously!
However, at the critical moment, two rays of light shot out from different directions and struck quickly, forming a cross in mid-air, and instantly intersecting in the heart of the big man in mid-air!
Two sounds of "噌" pierced the ferocious man's chest.
Immediately afterwards, bright red blood shot out from four directions. Before the big man could complete his proud move, he was instantly caught off guard and killed.
With eyes full of astonishment, the man loosened his fingers, and the big knife fell to the ground before him, making a clear "choking" sound.
Then, he also fell from mid-air. The ground shook slightly, and the water surface of the lotus pond shook with scattered ripples.
"ah!"
A group of big men were startled by the shocking change in front of them. Seeing their accomplice suddenly falling to death in front of them, their faces were filled with unbelievable panic in addition to the smiles that didn't have time to subside.
A group of Confucian scholars thought they were going to die, and they were completely unaware of the changes happening in front of them. They still closed their eyes tightly, waiting for the moment to be slaughtered by these villains.
However, these villains are now unable to protect themselves.
Under the moonlight, the clouds dispersed. The light shone in front of the two houses, and Lu Xiangxi and Xiao Wanhu walked out of their houses into the small courtyard at the same time.
"You guys are so noisy." Xiao Wanhu looked sulky and squinted at those annoying big men.
Lu Xiangxi looked at the Confucian scholars who were surrounded not far away, and his eyes suddenly showed an unknown fire.
"The ancients said that a wall of dung and dirt cannot be built up, but you...it is true that the evil you have accumulated is hard to change, and your nature is hard to change."
He strode over. Facing those broad figures with a large number of people, he did not dodge or evade. He had nothing in his hands, but he was faced with a powerful pressure that made people feel fearful.
And those Confucian scholars who were forced into a corner suddenly heard a familiar voice, and they slowly opened their eyes in surprise and surprise, and soon tears filled their eyes.
Lu Xiangxi glanced at them again, and his tone immediately returned to his original kindness: "Don't be afraid. It's okay. You did a good job."
The dim moonlight was blocked by the eaves, but the green light flashing in Lu Xiangxi's eyes was still bright.
Then, he turned around and looked back at the villains, and his energy slowly sank.
In an instant, Xiao Wanhe, who was standing aside, suddenly smelled the fragrance of calligraphy and ink that came from nowhere and hit his nostrils.
Suddenly, Lu Xiangxi saw a copy of "The Chronicles of the Benevolent King" floating in the palm of his hand, flashing like fireflies.
In another moment, I was shocked to see the pages of the Book of Chronicles fluttering open as if they were blown by the wind. The ink characters flew out one after another, forming a rather stylish circle of calligraphy waterfall.
"Inscription Qingfan Waterfall." Lu raised his hand to Xixin.
A little bit of Confucianism, wrapped in the fire of the sages, surrounded those big men. They were unable to dodge, and were all surrounded in an instant, their faces turned pale with fear.
There were thousands of columns of flashing Confucian texts floating around Lu Xiangxi. I saw him casually picking up a "di" character, flicking his fingers in the direction of the big men, and the character immediately flew towards them, like a flame igniting a fuse.
Immediately, at the moment when the characters "except" intersected with the characters surrounding the big men, a flicker of fire instantly lit up everyone's sight. The dark courtyard was instantly illuminated, and the explosion of hundreds of particles shook the eardrums, like the crackling of firecrackers.
