Martial arts: I, Yang Guo, really only know a little bit of martial arts

When Yang Guo saw this, he was just about to strike ruthlessly.

Suddenly feeling very tired, giving birth to a sense of drowsiness, wanting to have a good sleep.

The hand that was holding Li Mochou tightly loosened gradually.

When Yang Guo reacted, he bit the tip of his tongue fiercely, and regained his clarity.

Li Mochou was rescued by Diabolo, and he unlocked her acupuncture points and regained her freedom.

Rumbling--

Suddenly there was an angry thunder and a long cry.

The thunder was deafening and booming, as if it was going to pierce the sky.

The bright sky, which was still sunny and sunny just now, was covered by layers of dark clouds in an instant.

Soon it started to rain lightly.

It's only three or five breaths.

The light rain turned into a torrential rain, and the gravel roads in the town quickly became muddy.

All of a sudden, thunder and lightning, wind and rain, a scene of a storm coming.

in the inn.

The atmosphere was tense, and Yang Guo was even more murderous, and couldn't help wanting to strike.

Listening to the sound of thunder and rain outside.

Diabolo's handsome face, which seemed to be always gentle, showed a bit of helplessness

"Benefactor, when the poor monk comes back, I will tell you the news about that female benefactor."

Diabolo said this sentence while looking at Yang Guo.

The voice fell.

Diabolo lowered his head slightly, put his palms on his chest, and muttered something softly.

It just swept tens of feet away in one step, facing the torrential rain outside the inn, it turned into a tiny black spot in a short while.

Yang Guo looked at his back indifferently.

Thinking about who he is.

With the effect of Ning Shenyu, Yang Guo also gradually calmed down the violent killing intent.

"call……"

After taking two deep breaths, Yang Guo looked at the waiter and shopkeeper who were huddled under the counter and table, and said coldly, "Hurry up and serve the food and wine."

Yang Guo didn't drink alcohol at first, but for some reason now he wanted to taste the taste of drunkenness.

To drink away your worries?

Maybe……

"Okay, okay young hero, I'll bring it to you right away."

The shopkeeper who was shrunk under the counter immediately stood up, yelling and urging the waiters in the inn with a panicked expression.

Yang Guo grabbed a fallen Eight Immortals table and sat down.

"Uncle Li, don't be restrained, pour some wine for my nephew.

Hmm... There are two other junior sisters who should also sit down together. We still have to eat, right? "

After Yang Guo sat down by himself, he heard the Xiaoxiao Qiuyu in his ears, and slowly opened his thin lips, but he couldn't hear his emotional ups and downs.

Li Mochou heard this, her pretty face flushed slightly, her beautiful eyes were full of evil, she glared at Yang Guo.

But due to Yang Guo's ferocity just now, he waved his Taoist robe and sat down.

The guys at the inn are very efficient.

After a while, the Eight Immortals table was filled with wine and food.

"Guest officer, please take it easy. If you need anything, just order it."

Last night, Xiao Er in Tsing Yi wore a flattering smile, her arms trembling slightly nervously.

"You guys go down first, I'll catch up with some fellow students."

Xiao Er repeatedly nodded and said yes, and retreated.

But in my heart, I feel that this Jianghu people are really scary, and when they meet each other, they will fight and die endlessly.

"Master Li pours wine, do you want me to teach you?"

"Yang Guo, don't bully others too much." Li Mochou felt humiliated and couldn't help shouting angrily.

Seeing that something was wrong, Hong Lingbo quickly stood up and poured wine for Yang Guo.

"Senior Brother Yang, please drink, please drink..."

Yang Guo's knuckle-boned palm took the drink.

All in one drink.

The taste is similar to low-alcohol liquor, a bit spicy, and it can be regarded as a spirit of this era.

"Does the store still pick up customers here? Xiaodao wants to stay in the store and take shelter from the rain."

A lazy voice sounded.

A young Taoist who was drenched in water ran in quickly, saw Yang Guo suddenly stop, and smiled.

"What a coincidence, Layman, we meet again."

This person is the little Taoist priest I saw in Chang'an City that day.

Yang Guo also showed some surprise, his eyes narrowed slightly, his mind moved, he raised his eyebrows and asked, "Drink?"

"nature."

As the young Taoist said, he put the two Eight Immortals tables together and sat beside Yang Guo.

The two had just announced their names and had a drink with each other.

There was a sound of horseshoes coming from far and near outside the door.

"Brother Dawu, Brother Xiaowu, hurry up, there is an inn in front of us, we can just take shelter from the rain."

"Fumei, slow down, it's raining heavily, the road is muddy and slippery, be careful not to get hurt."

"Understood, Brother Dawu, you are really long-winded."

"Yes! My brother is just nagging, sister Fu, let's hurry up, it's raining too hard, be careful of the wind and cold."

……

"Xiaoer, serve all the best meals in your store to Miss Ben."

The voice was delicate, full of nobility and arrogance.

The waiter in the inn kept his head down, and when he heard the yelling, he felt unlucky in his heart.

"Several young masters and ladies, our shop is temporarily..."

Xiao Er put on a bitter face and wanted to decline politely, but was interrupted by Guo Fu.

"What's going on in your store?"

Guo Fu was full of laughter, and pointed to the disconcerting scene in the lobby on the first floor curiously.

And Guo Fu's eyes moved to the back of Li Mochou, and suddenly felt very familiar.

"Brother Wu, Brother Xiao Wu, look at the back of that Taoist nun, doesn't she look a lot like your enemy?"

Wu Dunru looked along Guo Fu's hand, but saw Yang Guo just raised his eyes.

"Yang Guo!"

Wu Dunru blurted out, a little sweat broke out on his forehead, and he took two steps back unconsciously.

Meeting the three of them here, although Yang Guo felt a little surprised, he didn't have the heart to talk to them.

"Yang Guo, you said he is Yang Guo? Isn't he a Taoist priest in the Quanzhen Sect of Zhongnan Mountain? Why did he come here?"

Guo Fu seemed a little pleasantly surprised, and carefully scrutinized Yang Guo's eyebrows.

"Li Mochou will take his life!"

And Wu Xiuwen on the side has been staring at Li Mochou.

After turning around and seeing her face clearly.

Without thinking, he drew out the long sword at his waist and stabbed fiercely at Li Mochou's neck.

Guo Fu and Wu Dunru only reacted when they heard Wu Xiuwen's shout.

They pulled out the long swords around their waists one after another, and attacked them together.

Before Li Mochou was beaten by Yang Guo, the anger and anger in her heart could no longer be contained.

The three of them hit the muzzle of the gun.

The four of them quickly fought into a mess, and the innkeeper who witnessed all this was about to cry.

The young Taoist sitting next to Yang Guo——Wang Zizai, seemed to have a bad drinker, and he was still drunk, his cheeks were as red as if they were about to drip blood.

He rubbed his face, yawned, propped his chin, and asked, "Lady Yang, who do you think will win?"

"The difference in martial arts between the two sides is too great, there is nothing to compare."

"That's right, oh~ how about the two of us giving it a try?"

heard.

Yang Guo stopped holding the wine, slowly raised his head, and looked at the young Taoist priest in front of him who was full of laziness.

Yang Guo's slender five fingers tapped on the table from time to time, with an inexplicable look on his face, he said, "I'm not interested."

"Forget it, Xiaodao also finds it troublesome."

"Are all Taoist priests of your Qingcheng sect drinking and fighting like you?"

"That's a good question, don't ask it next time."

……

The two asked and answered each other, teasing each other a few words from time to time, which seemed to be a bit of a friend.

As for what they think in their hearts, only they themselves know.

the other side.

The fight between the four of Li Mochou also came to an end.

Li Mochou was full of murderous aura at this time, the apricot flower Taoist robe was windless and automatic, and with a bow of her arm, she wanted to end the lives of the three people in front of her with her red training palm.

Yang Guo watched coldly, turned his slender fingers, flicked his fingers, and threw a chopstick, stopping Li Mochou's killer.

Shouted: "Uncle Li, the wine is empty, pour it quickly."

"Yang Guo! You..."

Li Mochou's charming face was flushed red, and the corners of her eyebrows and eyes were filled with evil spirit.