Knight line GL

The footsteps of the young swordsman gradually drifted away, and eventually became unheard of.

The female wind matchmaker played with the chalcedony in her hand, her cat-like eyes revealed a strange charm, her red lips slowly curled up enchantingly, and whispered playfully: "Miss Qin, long time no see."

After saying that, she slowly got up and walked to the back door. When her fingertips touched the door, she suddenly woke up.Take out the handkerchief to wipe the red lips and rouge, take off the earrings and hairpins, open the door and walk into the backyard.

Passing through the long and narrow atrium, a man in white robes sat in the upper part of the main hall.He was holding the file in his hand and was looking at it carefully. There was a person in front of the chairs on the left and right, and neither of them sat down.

The scribe on the left stood with his hands down and his head respectful.On the other hand, the storyteller on the right seemed careless, opening and closing the folding fan constantly, looking bored.When he heard the sound of the door being pushed, he immediately looked up, waved his folding fan, and jokingly said: "Japheth, old friends meet, do you want to talk about getting along?"

Japheth turned a blind eye, walked up to the white-robed man, knelt down and nodded his head, and prayed sincerely: "There is no god, only my God, the Lord of Qiyao Palace, the only messenger. The real Messiah, King of the earth, shadow of the gods."

The white-robed man turned a blind eye to it, carefully read the scroll, and then asked: "This is indeed the quotation of the gods, Shan, how did you get it?"

The storyteller folded his hands in front of his chest and saluted: "God An Tian instructed that when they were in Luchao City, everything had already started. Road signs and pedestrians guided them, and the sincere servants of the gods were waiting in Hanshan Village. As for the Weng family, people Everyone is embarrassed, who doesn't see Qianqian? With the protection of the gods, everything goes well."

What he said was vague, but the white-robed man didn't ask any more questions.He only slightly lowered his head, put away the scroll, and said in a deep and generous voice with supreme majesty: "All glory be to my God. Japheth, what's going on?"

With the cold blue brick on his forehead, Japheth replied respectfully: "Everything is in the expectation of the god and the plan of the temple master. The lost lamb knocks on the door of the god and walks into the return journey you wrote for her."

The man in white robe nodded slightly, and glanced at the scroll in his hand.That was Wu's painstaking effort for decades.Anger appeared on his solemn and majestic face, and he reprimanded: "These stupid lambs neither want to believe in my God, nor do they want to die. As God's servants, you will take on the sacred task of sending them to purgatory." mission!"

The scribes and Japheth hurriedly said yes.

The white-robed man raised his eyes to look at the storyteller, his strange-colored pupils shone brightly.The strange charm is like an abyss, and you will soon fall into it if you are not careful.It's awe-inspiring, and it's hard to look directly at it.

The storyteller put the folding fan on his stomach with a respectful expression.

The white-robed man looked at him for a long time before he said slowly, "Shan, you did a good job this time."

The storyteller lowered his head, bowed slightly, and replied: "Everything is under the protection of my god, and all the achievements belong to the god and the palace master."

The white-robed man narrowed his eyes slightly, and asked in a deep voice, "How long will Luchao City take?"

The storyteller waved a folding fan in his hand, with a smile on his handsome face, and reported in a candid manner: "In the seven families of Luchao, the fourth and fifth child died early and had no heirs. The sixth child hired the Immortal Prison to poison the second child's descendants. This matter has been exposed. Wu didn't have to come forward to drive his family out of the city.

Wu didn't have to come forward to protect Lao Liu's family, so he naturally had to fulfill the promise he had made back then, and now the Jun Han Mansion is proud of it.But the immortal prison accepts orders, and it is customary to never die endlessly.Mingshi escaped on the first day of the lunar new year but not on the fifteenth day, and Sun Laosan was waiting for his second nephew to die. "

The white-robed man was silent, and looked at the scribes beside him.The scribe folded his hands on his chest and said softly, "Sun Lao San is a market peddler who only seeks profit. I'm afraid he is not as easy to control as Lao Qi, a martial artist. I heard from believers that he is willing to bathe in the holy light of my God."

"Oh!" The white-robed man finally showed a little smile on his face, and he praised, "Amuye, you have done a good job. Wake up these lost lambs, let them prostrate under the glory of the gods, and feel my god Grace. But remember, you must let them get rid of all bad habits before they can convert to the gods."

Hearing this, the scribe was overjoyed, and quickly knelt down, put his head on the ground, and praised respectfully: "Everything is the protection of my god, and all the merits belong to the god and the lord of the temple. I dedicate everything to you, to redeem the lost, to cleanse Fallen."

The storyteller stood with his hands down, his lowered eyelids concealed his disdain.He prefers Han Chinese classics to inexplicable dogmas.Those have been passed down from generation to generation for thousands of years, and the condensation of the painstaking efforts of the wise.An illustrated book that outlines all things and gods, and records the laws of the movement of heaven and earth, is the most holy words.

It would be foolish to push everything to ethereal gods.

"Flash." The white-robed man said suddenly, but his usual tone revealed an inviolable majesty, like a warning but also like forgiveness, "Where is your heart going?"

The storyteller quickly saluted, and said with great sincerity, "Being called by the gods, I suddenly remembered that the Jing family seemed to have gone to Jinan City."

The sword-shaped eyebrows at the temples frowned suddenly, and the white-robed man glared like a vajra.

The scribe raised his head, puzzled and said: "Didn't they always aim at Chang'an, clamoring for Zhengshuo to recover the old capital. I really don't understand why those Jing family members refuse to die? After 60 years, they are still stupid Can't feel God."

The white-robed man sneered coldly: "The gods kept them, just as they were expected. Let them be our shields to repay my god's mercy and protection for the past 60 years."

The scribe suddenly realized, nodded earnestly and said: "My god knows everything, my god is omnipotent. If it weren't for the mercy of the god, they would have died at sea long ago. Now, they should repay the god's kindness."

The storyteller looked at the scribe's black eyes and black hair, and bit the tip of his tongue before he couldn't resist scolding him for forgetting his ancestors.He bowed to the white-robed man, and respectfully agreed: "That's right, with Jing's family in front of the curtain, the Central Plains Wulin has no time to take care of him."

The white-robed man glanced at him and showed a loving smile: "We need to do more things to distract them. Shan, you have done a good job in Luchao City. Since the anger of the gods has been directed at the Weng family, Then go and drop this punishment of sin and punishment."

The storyteller smiled slightly, and saluted respectfully, but said in his heart: Framed frame-ups are so high-sounding, but they are worthy of being unprecedented.Alright, let's let Xiaosheng watch Ji Nancheng from the wall and see how clear and turbid this pool of muddy water is.

Seeing him lead the way, the smile on the white-robed man's face slowly receded, and he said softly, "God's docile servant, get up."

The scribes and Japheth stood up, put their hands on their chests and saluted: "Thank you, my God, for your kindness and generosity."

The white-robed man spread out his right hand, with his palm facing up, and prayed: "God blesses you. His meek servants will enjoy all the wealth on earth. And you should give him everything, including the words in your heart."

Japheth hesitated for a moment, and reported in a low voice: "Honorable Hall Master, Shan seems to have had contact with the Jing family. But you know, he always jumps and jumps, making it hard to fathom."

A strange look suddenly appeared on the clean and upright face of the scribe, both resentful and disgusting.He had obviously heard about this, and decided: "The Enlightenment is sometimes blinded by demons. Ten years ago, he should have been killed."

Japheth frowned when he heard the words, and immediately retorted: "Amuye, the old leader is a great enlightener. It was he who felt the call of the gods to have the land of Canaan. Shan grew up in the Canaan Temple and is a loyal servant of heaven. He It's just natural curiosity. Honorable Hall Master, you are clearly aware."

The white-robed man turned his palms over, landed on the armrest, and said gently: "Yes, the gods taught us not to corrupt, deceive, or hurt siblings. The gods are everywhere. If Shan falls, he will know."

The scribe hurriedly saluted and repented, and murmured: "I will do good deeds and speak good words tomorrow, please forgive me from the gods."

The white-robed man said lovingly: "All words and deeds defending the gods are correct. Even if they are wrong, they are still forgiven and protected by the gods."

Yaphele breathed a sigh of relief: "Your Highness, do I want to go to Luoyang together?"

The white robe said humanely: "No need, the Jianye city is over, you are leaving for Chang'an now. The Jing family cares about Chang'an, and the Jianghu in the Central Plains must be more vigilant. You must not let them do evil, do your best to let the lost lambs there feel the glory of the gods and kindness."

"Yes." Japheth bowed and knelt down to salute, and took the order to leave.

As dusk falls, the afterglow is looming.

The white-robed man withdrew his gaze from a distance, and sighed in a low voice: "Amuye, sit down. Look, I don't worry."

The scribe was flattered and sat down carefully, and said with relief: "Master, don't worry. The carriage has never deviated from the direction, and everything is like the road guided by the gods. Luchao City is already in hand. Hanshan destroys the village, and the Weng family can't argue. They will definitely succumb to God."

The white-robed man waved his hand: "As you said, Sun San is not reliable, let him contribute his wealth to the gods, and then go to heaven to enjoy the eight graces and nine gifts."

The scribe nodded yes.

The white-robed man continued: "Whether Shem is still loyal to the gods depends on the affairs of Ji Nancheng. As for Yapheth, women are inherently stupid. They depend on men to exist, and it is difficult for them to complete the mission of God alone. Alas, there are often Heresy, it can be seen that although the old leader is an enlightener, he is not omniscient after all."

The scholar nodded happily and agreed: "The master of the temple is like the eyes of gods, seeing everything."

The white-robed man finally smiled sincerely.Lifting the hand resting on the back of the chair, with the palm facing up, it was like chant: "Amuye."

The scribe hurriedly knelt down, holding his right hand flattered.

"Only what you did in Tianhan Village is the most perfect, and you have lived up to the expectations of the gods. The matter of Luoyang is very important. Go and accompany the village owner to carry out the mission of the gods and draw a new Canaan for the gods." place."

The scribe suddenly froze, and the white-robed man condescended to look at everything, and his tone became more gentle: "As the gods said, it is not your sin to deceive those alien races when necessary. God who fights for my god Servant, you don’t have to bear the punishment.”

The scribe was immediately excited, trembling, kissed the fingertips of the white-robed man, and muttered a prayer.

The white-robed man looked solemn: "Go, the elders of the sect will arrive soon, and I will send them to help you replace them."

The scribe stood up, crossed his hands on his chest, saluted respectfully, and slowly exited the main hall.He walked through the atrium, walked through the front yard, pushed the door and walked out in the narrow bluestone alley.

But in the interval of dozens of steps, the facial features and clothes are clearly the same as before, but the scribe seems to be a different person.Eyebrows stretched, long beard fluttering, all cautious and respectful disappeared.

Plain crown and broad robe, modest and elegant, calm in conversation, polite in advance and retreat.

He is Mu Ye, the military advisor of Tianhan Village, the left shoulder and right arm of Huo Da's family.

"Where are you going, sir? Let me wait!" Huo Da waved his hand, his withered face showed no blame, but he was full of ambition, "Today is City Lord Chi, don't let the city lord in the south think that we don't understand etiquette. "

Mu Ye bowed his hands and apologized: "I see the planning of Jianye City is interesting, and I think that we can learn from it in the future, and I can't help being fascinated. It's my crime to keep the city owner waiting for a long time."

Master Huo was very satisfied with Mu Ye's title.Even though the world has become a river and lake, some deep-rooted views remain unchanged.Compared with the lord of a city, who wants to sound like a green forest.

Master Huo raised his hand and patted him on the shoulder. He was in a good mood: "Old man Ge, the military advisor has his heart. I just saw that the city is bustling, and the items in Qiaogong Workshop are cheap. Damn you bastard, the price you sell to me is [-]% higher!"

Muye had heard about it.

Clothes, hats, shoes, socks, weapons, armor, concealed weapons, etc., which are popular in the world, can only come from a few sources.The southwest is dominated by artful workshops, while the southeast is dominated by the organ city.The two have their own specialties, and Qiaogongfang produces more daily necessities, such as steel-soled leather boots, seven pieces for going out, and so on.In addition to the unique thunderbolt in the organ city, the crossbow in the sleeve is light and powerful, and it is a favorite self-defense weapon for people in the Jianghu.

At the beginning of the year, the Qiao Workshop produced a batch of crossbows in the sleeves, which are not only powerful, but also slightly cheaper than the Trick City.Because there are many business contacts with Qiaogongfang, Huo Dadao immediately purchased [-] pieces and distributed them to the gang.

But for some reason, when the artful workshop was transported to the south, it was sold even cheaper.

Mu Ye had no choice but to comfort Master Huo: "After all, the south is the territory of the organ city. The artful workshop wants to occupy a corner. If it doesn't cost money, I'm afraid no one will pay attention."

Master Huo didn't know, so he could only curse a few words and complain.A group of people from Tianhanzhai might be late, so they stopped talking and hurried to Qianzunlou.

The evening glow is scattered, the crescent moon sinks,

Master Huo heard faint laughter and noise, and looked up.

Tall buildings rise from the ground, straight into the sky.The inscription on the Ming Bi is carved with carved sills.Every cornice hangs through the flower sarong, dazzling and shining, illuminating the world.

"Old man Ge, let's make one by the river later, it's so grand!" Master Huo said with emotion in a low voice, "Military teacher, what do you think?"

Mu Ye stroked his beard and smiled, and echoed, "Fenglou and Dragon Pavilion are worthy of the city lord."

Master Huo laughed loudly, and rushed towards the Qianzun Tower.I saw carved BMW chariots and chariots with oil walls in front of the building.Ranger heroes, heroes gathered.The guards on both sides stood awe-inspiring, with banners and banners hunting dragon snakes by their sides.

The silver steps and the red velvet carpet lead to the resplendent Qianzun Tower.

After handing over the name card, Tianhanzhai and his party were welcomed into the building.At the stairs leading to the second floor, he was stopped, he hugged his fists and said with a smile: "Master Huo, the upstairs is too narrow to accommodate too many people, you can only bring one person up."

Huo Da's face immediately became displeased, he deliberately reduced his entourage, but Jianye City actually blocked four of them, it was too shameless.But Qianglong does not overwhelm local snakes, not to mention who is Qianglong is uncertain.Head Huo Da couldn't help hesitating, although he wasn't afraid of his father-in-law and his brother-in-law, since he came with his wife, there was no reason for him to leave Fang Weiai behind.However, as the old saying goes, there is no good feast, and there is no good meeting. If you bring a military division, you have to discuss it personally.

As the saying goes, the road to Yuanjia is narrow, and at this moment the two brothers and sisters from Jun Han's residence came in.They glanced at Master Huo, then climbed up the stairs.Halfway through, the young marshal of the Jun Han Mansion laughed and called out: "Sister."

Downstairs, Master Huo raised his eyelids, his eyes swept across the majestic and majestic face of the new Jun Han Mansion, and he turned his head to look at his wife's charming face, feeling immediately proud.

Even though Mu Ye felt helpless, he had no choice but to respectfully send the village master and his wife upstairs.

The commander-in-chief of the Junhan Mansion raised his sword eyebrows, and said in a deep voice: "Brother, don't worry about your own business."

Seeing his sister urging him, Jun Shaoshuai gave Weiai a wink at Fang Weiai, who was smiling, and stared to catch up, looking around, yelling: "Hey, the host is not here, Dongjun is not here either, it's boring and boring."

"No father, no mother, no rules." With a sneer on the withered face of Huo Da's family, he slowly walked up, ignoring the cold gazes of the Jun Han family's siblings, and said leisurely, "Go and ask your father, Is this the place you can shout about?"

Young Marshal Jun immediately lowered his face and opened his mouth to scold, but his sister held his shoulders.

Although the city of Jianye can't stop martial arts, whoever comes is a guest.Doing something at the city lord's banquet would be too disrespectful to Jianye City.

Both Tianhan Village and Junhan Mansion are well-known in the martial arts world.The grievances and grievances between the two families are not something that happens overnight, and it has been heard all over the rivers and lakes.Upon seeing this, the guests all looked sideways.Those who gloated at other people's misfortune were all looking forward to fighting.

"I'm sorry, the city lord's distinguished guest is here, and I'll be there later." Jianye City's deputy city lord Lu Li stepped forward to smooth things over. He was born happily and looked cute.Lively, quick-witted, and likable when she opens her mouth, "This is Huo Da's wife? She is really a real fairy in Langyuan, Yaotai, and a natural spouse with Huo Da! Come here, and invite the two of you to the table."

Lu Li sent Huo Dazhao away, walked up to the Junhan Mansion siblings, clasped his fists and saluted, and said with a smile, "Human Dao Jun's siblings are Tianlu Shiqu, and I only believed it when I saw them today. This way please, your seat in front of."

Although he left the Jun Han Mansion siblings behind, the deputy city lord of Jianye City personally welcomed them to the table, which was enough to save face.The siblings of the Jun family cupped their fists in return and strode forward.

Young Marshal Jun looked at the carved incense trays and candle flames on the silver table at the banquet, and said with a smile, "I often hear about Southeast Fushuo. I just saw it today, so I just believed it."

Lu Li smiled slightly, and replied impeccably, "My city lord is diligent and thrifty, but he doesn't want to neglect distinguished guests."

Young Marshal Jun glanced at his sister's face, pretending not to care, and asked, "Jiuwen Chi, the city lord, is dignified and serious by nature. There are so many heroes gathered today, and the person who can take her time to greet her seems to have a lot of friendship."

In the yamen of Jianye Mansion, Chi Po hastily entered.Seeing the people in the hall standing up to greet her, she, who was serious and reticent, suddenly smiled and said: "You and I are friendly, why bother to be polite."

Xiao Qingqian nodded slightly, and recommended: "A Tong, this is the Lord of Jianye City."

Qin Gutong clasped his fists in a salute, and said respectfully: "I have admired the name of City Lord Chi for a long time, and this junior admires him very much." After she finished speaking, she suddenly realized that Qingqian and City Lord Chi were friends of the same generation, and she was already a generation shorter when she opened her mouth.

Chi Po clasped his fists in return, and invited the three of them to take their seats.

Qing Fei's brows were picturesque, and he said with a gentle smile: "City Master Chi, can you forget that you will be entertaining all the heroes tonight?"

The Martial Arts Conference is just around the corner, and knights and warriors who aspire to do so, city-state sects that recruit talents, and children of aristocratic families who enjoy watching games flock to Jianye City one after another.There are also merchants who buy and sell to make money, killers with ulterior motives, and wandering wanderers... There has never been a banquet in previous years, but this year there is a fire, and the martial arts conference will inevitably be postponed.But how to deal with it specifically, do you want to take this banquet to discuss with everyone.

Hearing Qing Feishu's joking remarks, Chifu replied: "Dongjun is here, so why are there any heroes in Qianzun Tower?" She looked at Xiao Qingqian, and took a closer look.Sighing slightly, he said seriously: "If there is nothing important, Xiao Jianshen probably won't come to the door."

After all, go in and sit down.

"I haven't seen you in ten years, but you can still joke." Xiao Qing smiled lightly, led Qin Gutong into the room and sat down.

Chi Fu raised his head and retreated from the guards, with a serious expression, without any intention of joking: "Anyone who can defeat me within a hundred moves deserves the title of 'Sword God'."

Qin Gutong and You Rongyan straightened their backs to three points.

Xiao Qing smiled and said nothing, not paying much attention.Knowing whether she has a temper or not, she stopped being polite and explained her intentions in a few words.

Chi Fu was shocked when he heard the words, although he believed Xiao Qingqian's words were true, but suspected that there was a misunderstanding, he asked carefully, "After the death of the Patriarch of the Weng family, Ji Nancheng kept a low profile, why did he suddenly do so?"

Qin Gutong stood up and cupped his fists to salute, and said in a deep voice: "I dare not hide it, when I was in Taihe City, I accidentally killed the grandson of the Weng family."

After she finished speaking, she continued: "I have a rift with the Weng family, and they chased them all the way. Just two days before the incident happened, I fought against the Weng family in the city of Luchao. I thought of the morality of the world and let them go back. I thought it was a big deal. Who would have expected that they would be so vicious!"

"City Lord Chi." Qin Gutong clasped his fists with a solemn expression, "This matter started because of me, and I should have ended it. But Qingqian told me about the deeds of the City Lord back then, and I am very envious. Although Hanshan Village is not in Jianye City, However, the city lord is strong and powerful, so he will definitely be able to protect innocent people."

Xiao Qing stared at her with a slight smile, and felt relieved to see her handsome and eloquent.

Qin Gutong didn't say a word when he saw Chi Chi, but he was calm and calm, not in a hurry or panic.

When she heard the news from the wind medium, she was full of murderous intent, and the horizontal knife trembled slightly in its sheath.Unexpectedly, on the way to Yi'an Inn in a hurry, he suddenly ran into Gou Mao.

Gou Maoben hated her for killing his elder brother and tried to kill her for revenge.But being frightened by Xiao Qingqian, she had no choice but to give up.Later, I saw her practice the knife.The more he looked at it, the more familiar it became, so he took advantage of Xiao Qingqian's absence to chat with Qin Gutong.Only then did I find out that since she is the daughter of Qin Rui, the elder brother's best friend and best friend.Qin Rui is also a teacher and friend to Zhang Duozhu, and Gou Mao admires him very much.

With this relationship, the more Gou Mao looks at Qin Gutong, the more cordial he becomes.They got along with each other for several months, looking at her like looking at their own nephew.Now meeting in a foreign land, Gou Mao was surprised and delighted, and hurriedly stepped forward and shouted: "A Tong!"

Qin Gutong was startled when he heard the sound.It was only after the warm wind blew that I realized that I was sweating through my clothes. Thinking that I was out of breath just now, I felt palpitations.

The two sat down at a tea stand, and Gou Mao talked about the many experiences he had experienced after leaving Taihe Mountain.He originally wanted to sneak back to Tianhan Village quietly, to inquire about the situation first, and then make proper arrangements for his brothers and family members.

Unexpectedly, there are too many people talking, and the rumors are leaking.He was taken into the stronghold and imprisoned, and he was able to escape after going through all kinds of difficulties and dangers.Qin Gutong was terrified when he heard this, and admired his wit very much.

Hearing a lot of news from Gou Mao, Qin Gutong became calmer and calmer.Ji Nancheng couldn't escape, and neither could the Weng family.Although Jianye City can't restrain martial arts, if he kills people here, wouldn't it be embarrassing for Qingqian.

She looked up and saw that it was getting dark, and made up her mind.Entrust Gou Mao to go to Yi'an Inn, and keep an eye on the Weng family.I went back to the Jianye government office first, and had a round with Xiao Qingqian, so as not to worry her.

Who would have expected that Yiru's mansion would see Dongjun Qingfeishu from afar.Even if you see it from a distance, you don't realize it, but when you look at it up close, it's as bright as a jade tree, and it's cold and bone-heavy.Seeing Qingqian talking happily with him again, Qin Gutong couldn't help feeling sour.

Fortunately, not long after, the city lord of Jianye hurried over.

I thought that if Chi Fu was informed about the matter of Hanshan Village, she would uphold justice.However, Chifu's expression at this moment is not as expected by Qin Gutong and Xiao Qingqian.