See Jiangshan

"portrait."

A ten tael silver ingot was placed on rice paper.

The visitor was a young gentleman, wearing a moon-white silk gown, of unknown material, which seemed to envelop a faint brilliance.

Behind him stood a dull-looking young servant, holding an umbrella for him with his left hand, and holding a gorgeous sword in his right.

It was clearly a rainy day, but they didn't touch any water vapor.

Gu Xuejiang looked straight at the opposite guest, and Cheng Qianren looked straight at the silver ingots on the table.

Mr. Gu said: "If you don't paint, you have to close the stall."

The guest smiled, and the smile made people uncomfortable.Even Zhou Zheng's face could not conceal the arrogance in his eyebrows.

I saw him take out a stack of bank notes from his sleeve.Each is 1000 taels.Like a pile of waste paper, he piled up the banknotes in front of them.

Two of them were blown off by the wind, whirling and falling into the muddy water.

Gu Xuejiang was still slumped on the chair, as if she was too lazy: "I don't draw."

Cheng Qianren suddenly felt that the wind and rain were even colder.He has realized that this is not business, it may be trouble.

Sure enough, the next sentence of the other party was very malicious: "You can't draw. After all, you have lost your martial arts and become a useless person. Your five senses are also poor..." He leaned forward slightly, "It's so dark, you can see clearly my face?"

Gu Xuejiang, who was packing up her pen and ink, stopped and said slowly: "I have always felt that it is a very painful thing to have a Wumai abolished. After all, a person who falls from the clouds into the quagmire is always uncomfortable..."

The other party obviously didn't expect him to be so frank and calm, and was stunned for a moment.

Mr. Gu laughed suddenly: "I'm glad at this moment, if I can see your face clearly, it must be more painful if my eyes are dirty."

The long street was empty and silent. In the dense rain curtain, the four people under the oil-paper umbrella sat two and stood two.

Cheng Qianren's robe was wet by the flying rain, and his heart was turbulent, but his gaze on the other side was vigilant and calm.

The guest's body trembled slightly, as if trying to endure something.The servant holding the sword behind him is like a dummy, even if the master is insulted, he still looks dull.

These two should be practitioners.But how high the realm is, he can't see it.

Since entering Nanyang City, it was the first time that Cheng Qianren encountered a crisis of this magnitude.

He knew that Gu Xuejiang was from the capital and had a good family background, but was kicked out of the house later.Know nothing about the rest.I didn't even hear Gu Er mention that he was a practitioner.

How old are these two?

What is the background of the other party?Dare to kill the academy disciples in Nanyang City?

There are a group of people who eat nothing in the state government office, but the guards under the judge of the college are not.There are many dignitaries and official offices in this city, but only Nanyuan College is the largest.The court rules sometimes override the laws of Tianqi, and there have been disciples who broke the law in history, and the court sentenced them to arraignment first.

In just a moment, Cheng Qianren thought a lot.

The man finally suppressed his anger, his face became calmer, and his eyes became colder: "You are still the same as before, annoying."

"Thank you. It's a pity I didn't notice what you were like before."

Mr. Gu rolled up the last piece of rice paper and put it in Shulou.The table was empty, only silver ingots and scattered banknotes remained.

"Aren't you going? I'm going to put away the umbrella." He got up and picked up the teapot, "But for the sake of coming here in the rain to ask for a painting, let me treat you to a bowl of tea."

The tea that Cheng Qianren brought was already a bit cold.Pour it into a coarse porcelain bowl, and there is no trace of heat.

The man took a sip from the bowl.Immediately bent over and spit it out: "Bah! Cough cough cough..."

He leaned on the table and coughed violently, his suppressed anger finally broke out: "Is this for people to drink?"

Gu Xuejiang took out another empty bowl and filled it up for herself, and drank it all in one gulp.

He looked down at the other party, his expression suddenly became indifferent: "I have suffered far more than this bowl of rough tea."

"It's not terrible to have your martial arts abolished, it's fatal to be raised and abolished by your family. If you can't kill me, I advise you not to mess with me."

"I hold a grudge."

The young man's eyes were red, he stood up abruptly, and shouted sharply: "Sword!"

The servant behind him stepped forward with a sword.

Cheng Qianren took two steps forward at the same time. Subconsciously, he didn't remember that Gu Xuejiang was a practitioner. He only thought that Gu Er was physically weak, and he had been fighting on the border for several years, and his boxing skills were better than him.

With a clanging sound, the silver light was like frost, and the gorgeous long sword was unsheathed sadly.

In an instant, there was an unspeakable coercion. Under the hood, the space under the oil-paper umbrella seemed to be cut off from the outside world, impervious to wind and rain.

Cheng Qianren felt the chill rushing towards his face, rushing to his limbs and bones quickly, and the weight of a thousand catties pressed on his shoulders, his eyes were dim.

He was sweating profusely and could not move an inch.

The long sword arrived in an instant.Gu Xuejiang refused to evade.

In the blink of an eye, two bangs sounded.

"Clang!—"

It was a long knife nailed into the table.

"Zheng-"

It's the point of the sword hitting the blade.

The young master's wrist shook violently, and he retreated three steps in a row, to the outside of the umbrella.

The long knife came through the rain and broke through the wind, but the wide blade was not touched by water, smooth as a mirror, reflecting four faces with different expressions.

The nearly stagnant air under the umbrella was broken, and the cool spring breeze and night rain flew in again.

The pressure on Cheng Qianren's shoulders suddenly disappeared.

Like a lone peak rising from the ground, this knife is tough and domineering across the two sides.

The oil-paper umbrella above his head squeaked and burst apart after a while.The umbrella handle shattered into pieces and fell to the ground.

At this point, the sword is exhausted.

The four of them were completely exposed to the rain.

Gu Xuejiang's expression remained unchanged, and the young son's face suddenly turned pale.

The long knife pierced through the silver ticket and penetrated two inches into the table, without destroying the table or hurting anyone.

The control of the true essence is within a millimetre.

It was raining at night, no one was on the street, and the shops were closed.Somebody upstairs poked his head out to take a look, and then quickly closed the window.

The four of them looked towards the street entrance, only to see a tall figure walking through the wind and rain.

The girl held another knife in her hand, and the long knife dragged on the ground, sparks flying all the way.

The real energy around her was burning violently, so that the raindrops turned into rising white mist before they fell on her body.

The young prince raised his voice and asked, "Who is your Excellency?"

The cold voice pierced through the wind and rain: "Xu Ran, what can I do?"