Fusin Zuilou is located on the main street of Guihua Town.
At dusk, the autumn rain gradually stopped.
The rain that has been falling for several days has finally stopped. On the main street of Guihua Town, there are more locals coming out to get some fresh air. They are wearing decent clothes and looking around casually with lazy steps. They are similar to those who have fled here on the street. The victims formed a sharp contrast.
The locals in Osmanthus Town are very disgusted with the victims begging on the streets. If it weren't for the arrival of these beggars, at this time of year, Osmanthus Town would have been filled with talented people who admired the flowers. He was their God of Wealth!
So at this moment, there were several local young people in neat cloth clothes on the street, seeming to vent their dissatisfaction and humiliating an old beggar huddled under the eaves as if they were looking for trouble.
"Old man, let me learn how to bark like a dog."
"Old guy, get out of wherever you came from..."
Those domineering local young people shouted at the old beggar, beating and scolding him. The old beggar in rags cried and knelt down to beg for mercy, but they never got the slightest pity from the other party, and the passers-by didn't show any sympathy at all. Regardless of this scene, there were even people who stopped to watch the excitement with great interest. Other beggars on the street were even more afraid of being harmed and ducked aside.
On the roof of Fushen Zuilou, Hua Fengju, dressed in blue, was alone, carrying a wine pot, leaning against the row of raised tiles on the roof. This Xishu Fengjue had her hair tied up in a wooden hairpin, and her temples were white with frost. , Bi Luo's long sword was leaning against his side, and he was looking at the human farce on the street downstairs with a raised corner of his mouth. From time to time, he would put a sip of pure wine into his mouth, as elegant and elegant as a wine master coming down to earth.
He seemed to be using the farce on the street as his own snack.
Seeing the young locals on the street becoming more and more unscrupulous, Hua Fengju on the roof just sneered with interest. He had no intention of helping the old beggar. Except for his nephew and sister, Hua Fengju would not Taking action for anyone, drawing a sword to help when there is injustice, such a thankless and stupid thing, is something that my nephew who is new to the world is willing to do.
No matter what time it is, Hua Fengju always likes to stand on a high place alone, overlooking the ugly faces of the common people in his eyes.
Because Hua Fengju was a once-in-a-century swordsman genius, he sneered at the locals who only knew how to bully others, and even looked down on the old beggar who would rather kneel down and beg for mercy than dare to risk his life to defend his dignity.
Facing the turbulent world, he once said bluntly to Yan Longyu: "The three-foot green blade lifted by my flower phoenix only kills people! It does not help the world!"
Sit alone on a high platform and watch all kinds of life with a smile! Hua Fengju's unconventional demeanor in this aspect is something that Yan Longyu has been trying to learn over the years but has never been able to learn.
Not long after.
The sky is getting dark, the wine in the jug is gone, and the farce downstairs is about to end.
The mountain rain is about to come, and the wind fills the building. The flower phoenix lying high up raises its temples and moves with the wind. The autumn rain that had stopped once again falls from the sky with a few muffled thunders. People scatter to take shelter from the rain, and the streets Suddenly there were no pedestrians, and the depressed scene of the past few days returned, leaving only the beaten old beggar struggling to get up under the eaves.
The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and Hua Fengju's temples were wet with rain and drooped on both sides of his cold face. He threw the wine bottle leisurely, picked up his sword and stood up to go downstairs.
But the moment Hua Fengju stood up from the top of the building, his entire face suddenly became alert.
From the corner of his eye, he glanced at the old beggar under the opposite eaves. Unexpectedly, there was an extra person - Junior Uncle!
The man under the eaves is sixty years old, with a tall stature but a stooped back. His face seems to be full of honesty and cowardice. If he hadn't held a rusty iron sword in his arms, he would have looked like a dutiful man. of farmers.
This person was Wang Cuiping, one of the six guest officials of the Xiaoyao Sect who blocked Hua Fengju and others from Tongzhou Xiaoyao Sect fifteen years ago on the bank of Gunlong River. It was also the man who Hua Fengju followed the old master of the Qijian Tower in Yanbei. The uncle Wang whom I met when I was learning swordsmanship.
One stood on the roof of the building and the other stood under the eaves. The two looked at each other, each with their own thoughts.
"You still have the nerve to come to me!" Hua Fengju exuded strong murderous intent. He didn't know what happened that year to make the always uncontested Uncle Wang betray Qijianlou and join the Qi Jian Tower. He came to Xiaoyao Sect; he knew that Uncle Wang on the Gunlong River did not kill him, but was delaying time for him. But it is an indisputable fact that he betrayed the sect.
Wang Cuiping is now a Seventh Realm Grandmaster, only one step away from being a martial arts immortal. If they fight now, Hua Fengju, who has lost an arm and is completely mentally destroyed, will definitely lose even though they are both masters. However, Wang Cuiping did not reveal it. The murderous intention and even the breath of Qi Sea did not change at all.
Wang Cuiping, who had said nothing by the Gunlong River fifteen years ago, stood under the eaves today and smiled bitterly at Hua Fengju: "You will kill me if you don't say a word. You, Hua Fengju, haven't changed at all in all these years." .”
Hua Fengju, who was in the independent rain, snorted coldly: "We have different ways, there is nothing to say! Mr. Wang Dakeqing of Xiaoyao Sect! I am afraid you are not here to reminisce with me today!"
Wang Cuiping, who looked like an old farmer, smiled indifferently and did not care about the ridicule of his nephew. He looked at Hua Fengju on the roof like an old man looking at a younger member of the family and continued: "Come down, you have to stand on the roof to take a shower." Rain? I have something important to tell you, related to the child you have been protecting."
After hearing the conversation between these two weirdos, the old beggar who was sitting next to Wang Cuiping staggered away along the eaves without stopping for a moment, fearing that he would just come out of the tiger's den and into the wolf's den.
"I, Hua Fengju, are not like you. I would rather be independent in the rain than be under someone else's roof!" Hua Fengju was unforgiving in his words, but his body was honest. He fluttered his sleeves and leaped down, holding his sword and standing beside his junior uncle. beside.
On Hua Fengju's body, the killing intent visible to the naked eye of a martial artist gradually dissipated.
The two people, who were both from Yanbei Qi Jianlou, were holding their respective swords at the same time and standing under the eaves. Across the street was Fushen Zuizuilou. The owner of the restaurant, Wang Sui, was sitting quietly at the wine table on the first floor. Looking at the two people opposite.
Hua Fengju and his uncle Wang Cuiping had a tacit understanding and pretended not to see Wang Sui.
Wang Cuiping said softly: "Someone has revealed your whereabouts. Yuan Jian, the leader of the Xiaoyao Sect, has brought two of the other five great guests of the Xiaoyao Sect to Hanyuan County, which is now fifteen miles away from Guihua Town. "
Is it true that this world cannot let a child go? Hua Feng raised his heart and his heart sank.
Under the eaves, Hua Fengju and Wang Cuiping were asking and answering questions.
"Why should I trust you?"
"If I want to harm you, why not risk your life to tell you today? Wouldn't it be better to kill you and hand you over to Yuan Jian now?"
"Then why did you come to tell me this?"
"Who told you that Hua Fengju is the disciple that my senior fellow building master doesn't want to admit, but he cares about the most? When I betrayed Qijian Tower, my senior brother didn't kill me. Now it's time to return the favor!"
"Since you care about my master, why did you change the family back then?"
"It's hard to describe in words."
Hua Fengju said nothing more, and after thinking for a long time, he asked again: "Then if I rely on my own strength, how sure are I of winning against Yuan Jian?"
Wang Cuiping had long guessed that his nephew, who was fearless, would ask this question, and sneered: "People in the world judge ten people, and among these ten people, all of them are white-haired old men. But that Yuan Jian just stood there He was rated as the eleventh person in the world when he was just a year old. He is also called by Qi Hongtian, the master of Laoguan Pass, as the "next generation of people who can carry the cauldron". He is an out-and-out martial arts immortal in the eight realms of Dharma! Some people once said that he is The founder of Xiaoyao Sect is reincarnated."
"When he came out this time, he also brought with him Li Changfeng and Ji Mingyue, two seventh-level masters of the Xiaoyao Sect, and more than thirty disciples of the fourth level and above of the Xiaoyao Sect. Not to mention you alone, even if you add me, there will be nothing The odds.”
Night fell, the rain was still falling, and the scene on the street was already hazy.
Hua Fengju raised his head and let out a long breath. He glanced tiredly at the dimly lit Fushen Zuilou across the street, and slowly took steps towards the street. He was about to walk out of the town alone. The autumn rain soaked the middle-aged man's green shirt. Looking from behind, the green shirt stuck to his back, revealing his bulging spine.
"Since I can't leave, why not go and meet the so-called eleventh man in the world! Tonight, I, Hua Fengju, will let everyone in the world know that if I want to kill Long Yu, I must get over Qingshan first!"
In Fushen Drunk Restaurant, Wang Sui, the owner of the restaurant with a splayed eyebrow and an unattractive appearance, was sitting at the table in the lobby on the first floor. He watched with his own eyes the two blurry figures leaving one after another across the street in the dark night. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and his face was uncertain. . He took out a secret red letter that had been opened from his sleeve and trotted upstairs.
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The influx of disaster victims from the south into Osmanthus Town has obviously ruined the elegance of those talented people. In the past, the "Fushenzui" restaurant was packed with people every time the streets were full of Osmanthus flowers, but now it is extremely deserted. In the huge restaurant, only Yan Longyu and his party, Han Jianglong Huang Wenmang and Huang Wenmang, two men from five realms, Wang Sui, the restaurant manager, and more than a dozen remaining restaurant waiters.
Private room on the second floor, in front of the sandalwood round table.
It was already dark outside, and candles were lit in the private room. The six people in the room were unaware of it. Although they had very different family backgrounds, identities, knowledge, and experiences, they were enjoying themselves happily.
Four young men and two people from the world were chatting happily. The table full of delicacies had been swept away by the six people while they were talking about the world and the fragrant wine. The young people's cheeks were slightly red. They had all drank but none of them were drunk. On the contrary, the two The Jianghu man's face was flushed, and he was obviously drunk.
During this period, Han Jianglong talked eloquently about various stories and personal experiences in the world. Yan Longyu kept asking Han Jianglong questions with great interest. Could he add a few words from time to time with great interest? Dugu Haodang just listened without changing his expression. Yan Gui The mute Huang Wenmang, who looked like the traveler, just grinned.
Han Jianglong, who has been wandering around the world for many years, obviously cannot see through the origins of these young people in front of him. He thought to himself: Needless to say, these people have extraordinary looks. The person in charge of "Floating and Drunk" can personally deliver the wine, and they are also escorted by the Qingshan Sword Sect. , and an old servant with a scar face who couldn't figure out his cultivation. I heard them talking about Shuzhou. Could it be that he was a descendant of an aristocratic family in Jinguan City, Shuzhou?
While Han Jianglong was thinking, Wang Sui, the manager of the restaurant, opened the door with a flattering look and walked in cautiously. This time, Wang Sui did not salute everyone one by one, but walked straight to Mo Fei. He handed over the letter in his hand, whispered something in Mo Fei's ear, and then took the initiative to retreat behind Mo Fei, who had already stood up.
Everyone in the room looked at Mo Fei. Mo Fei's face changed drastically and his heart was clear. He glanced at Wang Sui side by side and looked at Yan Longyu hesitantly.
Wang Sui's heart trembled. This young man was able to be reused by Mr. Gu. It was indeed not a fuel-saving lamp.
"What's wrong? Brother Mo." Yan Longyu asked.
Mo Fei didn't say anything, but handed the letter that Wang Sui handed to him to Yan Longyu intact.
Dugu Haodang and Yan Gui came to Yan Longyu's side in confusion. Yan Longyu took the letter out of the envelope and slowly unfolded it. They saw seven words written in the letter that made them unbelievable: "Feng Jue has surrendered to Xiaoyao Sect."
Yan Longyu's face also changed drastically. He looked thoughtfully at Wang Sui behind him, feeling very strange. Because he believed in Hua Fengju, the problem must lie with the person who sent the message.
But before he could ask Wang Sui why, an arrow shot out from the window with great force, directly piercing Yan Longyu's left arm. The powerful force of the arrow made his body tremble.
Wang Sui seemed to have expected it. He hurriedly squatted down with his head in his hands and yelled at the top of his lungs: "There is an assassin outside the building!"
Dugu Haodang and Yan Gui quickly pulled Yan Longyu and Mo Fei and the others to squat down. Han Jianglong and Huang Wenmang, two uninformed gangsters, also woke up immediately and took out the weapons behind them while squatting down.
Then, arrows shot from all directions into Fushen Zuilou. In an instant, the restaurant was turned into chaff. Fushen Zuili had no time to dodge more than a dozen busy clerks and two doormen, and they were killed on the spot. No one survived.
In the night, after a fierce shooting, more than thirty black figures around the restaurant quickly put away the crossbows in their hands, took off the broad knives on their backs, walked swiftly in their cloaks, and swarmed into the streets, swarming into the "Floating and Drunken" crowd. .
When the arrow rain stopped, Dugu Haodang opened the door and walked out of the private room first, only to see that the downstairs was already crowded with a group of killers in raincoats.
In the center of the crowd, a man slowly took off his raincoat and bamboo hat, revealing an old and thin face. He raised his head and said with a ferocious smile: "Li Changfeng, the guest of the Xiaoyao Sect, has come to take the life of the son of the Sword Immortal of Xishu!"
