farce a ups and downs

In the early morning, the pale golden sun broke through the mist, the banners of the wine shop fluttered in the wind, and the servant yawned and opened the latch to let the wind rush in.The early morning wind was especially cold, and the young man lying on the table shivered and woke up instantly.

Cheng Shifei rubbed his eyes and straightened up, the spine at the back of his neck made a clicking sound of being overwhelmed.

With a pale face, he waited for the soreness in his shoulders to pass, and called for a servant to wash his face with a basin of hot water.

The servant said with distaste: "Guest officer, you should treat yourself as an inn here. The store manager did his best not to drive you out last night. You should go home and do things like washing your face."

Cheng Shifei was taken aback when he heard the words, got up and left the restaurant.

Walking on the street, the coldness in his bones made him shy away, his head was still dizzy, his empty stomach was only filled with wine, and he cried out in protest.After only walking a few steps, he felt colic in his stomach and couldn't walk, so Cheng Shifei sat down on the stone steps beside the restaurant, looking up at the notice board.

Logically speaking, nothing would happen early in the morning, but now there are five or six people around the notice board, pointing at a notice, with two completely different tones of contempt and reassurance mixed in their speech .

Cheng Shifei endured the abdominal pain and took a closer look. It was as if someone had poured a basin of ice water on it, and it was cold from head to toe.

He jumped on the notice board in a panic, and he didn't even notice when he bumped into someone. His eyes were glued to the notice of the new post, and he stared fiercely as if he had exhausted all his strength, muttering to himself: "How is it possible? This is impossible." ,impossible……"

what is going on?Was the swordsman really caught?

Was it someone else, or that Yan Linsheng?

Yan Linsheng caught the swordsman?

Didn't he pretend to be a martial arts hero?How can it be?

For a moment, only two words remained in Cheng Shifei's mind:

It’s over.

Everything he did yesterday is over.

I still scolded the other party for cheating on the world and stealing fame yesterday, but in a blink of an eye, he came to such a slap in the face, Cheng Zhengfei only felt that his face was hot, and even the pain in his stomach was nothing.

Listening to the conversations of the people around, they all scolded the scholar who wrote the last letter yesterday, and all of them praised Yan Linsheng's high martial arts skills, a well-deserved Kuangjian, and he is really the number one swordsman in the Jianghu.

"The No. [-] Swordsman?" Cheng Zhengfei laughed loudly, roaring with red eyes, "What did he do to become the No. [-] Swordsman? The sword-questioning meeting hasn't even started yet, so you're going to give him a name now. Aren't you afraid that he won't be able to bear it? How can he, Yan Linsheng, deserve your praise?"

"Who is this person? Are you crazy?"

The people around pointed at Cheng Zhengfei: "Look at this slovenly man. He smells of alcohol. He doesn't know where he came from. Let's go and cool off."

As soon as he said it, he had to fight right and wrong.

At this time, a hand wrapped in black gauze stopped the man.

The person who intercepted was wrapped in black clothes, wearing a bamboo hat, and covered his face with a black cloth, only a pair of sinister eyes could be seen.He carried a sword on his back, and he was full of hostility, which made him very difficult to provoke.

The man was timid, but seeing the people around him gradually crowding around, he felt a little more at ease.

"Who are you? Are you with him? Why, you still want to beat someone? Try it yourself and see if the people from the government come first or—ah!!!!"

A scream, accompanied by the sound of bones breaking, made people's scalp numb.

The black-clothed swordsman snorted coldly, turned his head and tore off the notice, shattering it with his internal force, causing pieces of paper to fly all over the sky.

"This little brother is right, Yan Linsheng, and Xiehua Palace are indeed not worthy of these praises."

The swordsman's voice is hoarse, decadent and gloomy.

"Why do you say that?" Yan Li rushed out of the crowd and asked loudly.

She didn't sleep all night, she waited here early in the morning, she felt relieved the moment she saw the notice, and was about to go back home, when another accident happened, she couldn't sit still anymore, and rushed up with an angry shout : "You say my brother is not worthy, what did he do, why should he be so slandered by you, if you have the ability to show evidence, who can't say empty words!"

The black-clothed swordsman scanned his surroundings, and finally landed on Yan Li.

Yan Li was startled, the man's eyes made her very uncomfortable, as if she was being stared at by a snake.

"What are you doing? I warn you, if you dare to act recklessly, my brother will hunt you down to the ends of the earth."

There was the sound of uniform footsteps not far away.

Yan Li poked his head to look around, with joy on his face, it was someone from the government who came.

And the leader was actually the second brother, Yan Li immediately said arrogantly: "Now it's up to you to see where you are going."

The black-clothed swordsman snorted lightly, and climbed onto the roof in the blink of an eye. After a few ups and downs, he disappeared before everyone's eyes.

Yan Li rolled up his sleeves and crossed his hips: "Run if you can't say it, bully the weak and be afraid of the strong!"

Yan Bie was eager to find his sister, and found that Yan Li was swearing at someone, and his high-spirited appearance must be nothing serious, so he hurriedly stepped forward and stopped her, "Little Lier, don't chase after me, the servant said you would not be at home before dawn, and you will be hurt." I thought……"

"Brother, I just can't sleep." Yan Li looked away, shook Yan Bie's arm lightly, acted like a baby for a while, and then pointed at Cheng Fei, "Brother, this is the person who spreads rumors everywhere and speaks bad things about Big Brother, I want you to He grabbed it."

The swordsman in black ran away, but Cheng Shifei still stayed here.Yan Li glanced at him and snorted coldly.

Yan don't hesitate: "That's not good, he didn't do anything wrong, besides, I have no right to command them." These people only agreed to accompany him because of the face of Yan Linsheng and Xiehua Palace. Come to look for Yan Li, and now that he has been found, Yan don't want to cause trouble again. "Little Li'er, one more thing is worse than one less thing. You have to forgive others and forgive others. Let's go back first."

Yan Li's eyes widened, it was hard to believe that these words came from Yan Bie's mouth, "Second Brother, this person is scolding Big Brother, how can you say such a thing?"

The two brothers and sisters did not argue for a reason, after half a stick of incense, Yan Bie turned his head to look, where is there any shadow of right and wrong?

But the black-clothed swordsman stopped in a deep alley with less than half a cup of tea in his lightness kung fu, his footsteps were flimsy, he had no choice but to support the wall and panted lightly.

The injured internal organs have not healed in a short period of time, he should not have appeared in front of the world at this time.

But that old thief Xie Weihe dared to find someone to pretend to be him at will, his shamelessness really opened his eyes.

"Who? Come out."

Throwing a willow nail into the dark, the sound of gold and stone came, and the willow nail fell on the bluestone brick, making a crisp sound.

Two figures came out of the darkness one after the other.

The leader nodded: "Your Excellency is really vigilant."

"Who are you?"

"Looking for someone to cooperate with you." The man smiled, his eyes were like abysses.

The swordsman in black did not relax his vigilance: "May I ask your Excellency?"

"Ling Jue faction Lu Jiming has defected."

Lu Jiming revealed his identity, and the black-clothed swordsman clasped his fists slightly: "My lord, Wu Ming, is not a famous person. Hero Lu flatters me, so I will take my leave first."

"Several celebrities have been killed, your Excellency is no longer an unknown person, why should you be humble?"

Wu Ming paused, "I killed people who didn't deserve to be in that seat."

Lu Jiming clapped his hands in agreement: "Exactly."

Wu Ming narrowed his eyes slightly, "As far as I know, Daxia Lu is the first apprentice under the head of Luo sect, and he is very likely to become the next head of the Lingjue faction. Why did he suddenly give up his bright future and insist on coming to cooperate with someone like me? ?”

Lu Jiming sighed and said: "What's the use of a leader in such a Jianghu? People who are intriguing, fighting for fame and fortune, how can there be a Jianghu? According to me, such a thing as Fengyunbang should not have been born. ...On the contrary, what you have done is quite chivalrous, I know that you intend to stir up troubles, but it is difficult to change the world with your own strength."

Wu Ming now realized what he was going to say, and the corners of his mouth curled up mockingly: "Are you trying to help me, or to help the Demon Cult, disrupt the martial arts in the Central Plains, so that they can break through in one fell swoop?"

If he hadn't realized that Luo Wenchu ​​and He Zhixiao had faint intentions to get rid of him, no matter how difficult it was to continue pretending, Lu Jiming would not have turned to Wu Ming, the double-edged sword.

"Since your Excellency knows your identity, it will be much easier." Lu Jiming slowly approached Wu Ming, whispering in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "To be honest, regardless of your original intention, what you did before , how is it different from our Demon Cult?"

"You have now become the enemy of the entire Central Plains martial arts. You have already stood on their opposite side. They will not let you go."

"Lu Daxia's words are really heartbreaking." Wu Ming took a step back calmly, "Unfortunately, I have lost my heart."

After saying these words, Wu Ming didn't stay any longer, turned around and walked out of the alley.The person behind Lu Jiming came forward, revealing half a flirtatious and handsome face: "Master, I want to go..."

"No need." Lu Jiming waved his hand, "He will understand which choice is the best."

"Yes."

"By the way, I told you to stay by Luo Wenchu's side, you didn't tell me, did you?"

Huaxiu's male name is Huan Lian. Hearing this, he frowned and said, "He noticed me, but he didn't discover my identity. After fighting that guy, I quickly retreated. No one found out that I did it."

"The pilizi is only in the experimental period at this stage, and the effect is very unstable. It is better to use it less in the future, so as not to attract attention."

"Subordinates obey."

Only an hour after the Xiehua Palace notice was posted, a number of people gathered outside the gate of Xiehua Palace. There were flowery girls who wanted to see the male god Yan Linsheng, spies from various parties who wanted to get first-hand information, and even some scholars. The author is waiting for a new chapter theme.

At [-]:[-], when Yan Linsheng appeared, the atmosphere was heated up, and the crowd rushed up, blocking the gate of Xiehua Palace.

"Major Yan, did you really catch the swordsman who killed countless people last night?"

"I didn't expect that Hero Yan was so young and so skillful. If Hero Yan was in Xiehua Palace that day, Lin Guang might not have become a dead soul under the sword."

In order not to let Yan Linsheng's reputation be humiliated by the unknown swordsman like Lin Guang, Xie Weihe once hinted at the assassination of Lin Guang by the swordsman, and the subsequent encirclement and suppression. Yan Linsheng did not show up because he was performing other tasks. When everyone doubted Xiehua Palace's book strength, no one suspected Yan Linsheng for the time being, which also facilitated Xie Weihe's follow-up operations.

A woman rushed to the front, her face was flushed, her admiration was evident, "Hero Yan, can you explain in detail how you captured this person?"

No loud noises are allowed near the Xiehua Palace. Seeing this, the guards started chasing people with swords in front of them. Xie Weihe appeared and secretly dragged the guards into the dark.

The guard was puzzled and said: "Palace Master, is it possible to let these people make a lot of noise at the door?"

Xie Weihe had a deep expression on his face: "Hey, you can't say that. When Lin Sheng opens his mouth, he will naturally be quiet. Moreover, if they get what they want, they will disperse on their own. You go forward with weapons and drive people away. If you knock Touching it, it’s not beautiful.”

"After entering the stone forest," as Xie Weihe said, when Yan Linsheng spoke, the crowd quieted down, "I went all the way west, through the stone maze, and came to... I fought with the swordsman once or twice, and found that he was wounded. If you want to escape, immediately raise your sword and catch up..."

He said a sentence, and everyone wrote a sentence on the paper. After answering this question, there was another question immediately.

"Hero Yan, may I ask how Xiehua Palace will deal with that unknown swordsman?"

"Shut up in the secret room, interrogate first, and then give everyone an explanation after the interrogation."

No one knows exactly how much blood debt the nameless swordsman bears, what purpose he suddenly appeared in the arena, or who was instigated by him, there are many things to ask.

"Hero Yan, you said that you went straight to the west after entering the dense stone forest. May I ask why? Did you know that he was in the west from the beginning?"

This question made Yan Linsheng's heart skip a beat, and he subconsciously wanted to see Xie Weihe.

In the end hold back.

He replied calmly: "It's just a hunch. Maybe he wasn't in the west at all. He just ran to the west to avoid people who came from other directions. Maybe I happened to meet him. It's all luck."

"Hero Yan, if the swordsman is not injured, how confident are you in taking him down?"

Yan Linsheng's fist behind him gradually clenched.

Earlier, Xie Weihe told him that the person who asked the question would follow his words, and there were occasional thorns, so he asked him to deal with it carefully.

However, this "thorny" question was almost all asked about the suspicious points of this matter, and it was so accurate that Yan Linsheng had to be cautious: "I'm sorry I can't tell you about this question."

"Hero Yan said that, is it because he thinks he is better than you?"

This question is really disgusting, many people around stare at him, it seems that if he dares to say a word again, he will gang up and beat him up.

Yan Linsheng pondered: "I don't understand why you have such doubts, because from the very beginning, there was no such assumption of his heyday."

The man still didn't give up: "I mean if..."

Yan Linsheng interrupted: "In the competition, everything is possible. Even if I think I am better than him, the result of the competition may not necessarily be my victory. All kinds of factors must be taken into consideration. For example , You let the chief disciple of the sect compete with the children on the street. From the eyes of others, the ending has already been written, but if the chief disciple eats badly the night before, or breaks his leg while walking, the children will not If you win the battle, you have to ask that child if he is sure of winning if the opponent is in his prime?"

For a time, everyone was stunned.

Yan Linsheng, who was always calm and arrogant, said so many words for the first time today.

Even aggressive.

"Of course, this is an extreme example. I am not that child, and the swordsman is not a decent disciple of a famous family. There are no assumptions and ifs in the competition. Winning is winning, and losing is losing. Others will not show you mercy just because you are injured. look."

Everyone will only focus on the person who wins.

This remark dispelled the doubts of many people.

Throughout the morning, the words about Yan Linsheng in the teahouse had changed seven or eight styles.From his heroic capture of the enemy to the thought-provoking theory of victory and defeat at the end, it triggered several waves of debates. Sitting in the teahouse, you can hear the heated debates downstairs without paying attention.

Luo Wenchu ​​took a sip of tea and commented, "It's better to drink wine."

Shen Feiyu pressed the hand he was trying to get out of the money to ask Xiao Er to change the wine, "If you drink any more, you should have no money to stay in the hotel."

Thinking that they are really poor on Feiping Mountain, but they still have to scrape together the head’s money to buy wine. This head is not only ungrateful, but spends too much on wine. Shen Feiyu deeply suspects that the blood in his body is about to turn into wine. up.

Luo Wenchu ​​clasped Shen Feiyu's hand with his backhand, palms facing each other, fingers intertwined, and raised his eyes to meet him, "Why don't you let Feiyu take care of the rest of the money for the teacher?"

Shen Feiyu raised his hand.

No tics.

"No, nothing, nothing." His voice was calm, but there was a tinge of red in his ears.

Luo Wenchu's eyes were gloomy, and after a long while, he sighed: "Hey, the best appetizers are right in front of you, but there is no good wine. It's really embarrassing."

There are only teacups and teapots on the table, and Shen Feiyu is at a loss: "How can there be any appetizers?"

The aura of an adult man is approaching, like a delicate net, enclosing Shen Feiyu in it. He widened his eyes and stared at Luo Wenchu ​​who leaned over, his heart beating like a drum.

Luo Wenchu ​​stretched out his hand to caress over the red earlobe.

"It's so beautiful and delicious, but Feiyu can't be satisfied as a teacher. It's a pity, it's a pity."

It is not only about wine, but also about people.

A small electric current shot up from the place that was touched, and it was numb. Shen Feiyu stiffened and wanted to hide back, but she hid halfway, and then slowly sat upright.

You can't hide, since you have decided to face your heart directly, even if there are strong winds and waves, you must stand up to it.

What's more, the master is his harbor, and it's not a violent storm.

Luo Wenchu ​​raised his eyebrows: "Shouldn't you be a coward?"

"Well, I won't hide anymore."

This pair of ears with blushing ears but still motionless for you to pick and choose, seems to be saying to Luo Wenchu: Hurry up and touch it, if you don't touch it, don't blame him for going back on his word.

Luo Wenchu's hand finally fell on Shen Feiyu's face.Shen Feiyu raised her head, and saw Luo Wenchu ​​smiling and staring at her, her tender face was pinched into a bright red in his hands, Luo Wenchu ​​laughed triumphantly: "My little Feiyu, why are you—you are too It's a shame."

Shen Feiyu: "..." No, you let go and stop being touched.

This small appearance of unwillingness and daring to say it put Luo Wenchu ​​in a good mood, and his smile became more and more wanton.

The waiter who came up to deliver the tea thought that the guest had lost his mind.

The master and apprentice were tossing and screaming, and there was a sudden sound of shouting and killing in the street. Shen Feiyu looked down and couldn't help being surprised.

The person being chased by a group of heavily armed women is obviously right and wrong.

Shen Feiyu looked at Luo Wenchu, Luo Wenchu ​​understood, turned down the stairs lightly, and brought Cheng Zhengfei up with his collar.The woman who was chasing after Cheng Shifei only felt a blur in front of her eyes, and Cheng Shifei's figure disappeared without a trace.

"Thanks to the hero for saving me from the fire and water. I can't repay you for your kindness."

"Come on, you can't finish reporting."

After Cheng Shifei finished bowing, he raised his head and was stunned: "Mr. Shen?"

The woman downstairs didn't catch up with him, and was so angry that she yelled and cursed in the street, Cheng Shifei trembled all over, and hurriedly closed the window behind him.

"May I ask, what's going on with Mr. Cheng?" It was as if he had become a rat crossing the street that everyone shouted and beaten.

Cheng Shifei sighed: "It's a long story, do you have any wine?"

Luo Wenchu ​​snorted coldly: "No."

"Oh, tea is fine too."

Luo Wenchu: "..."

He looked at Shen Feiyu: Has this person always been so brazen?

Shen Feiyu nodded at him.

Luo Wenchu: I knew it would be impossible.

Cheng Shifei drank ten pots of tea in a row, and told the whole story of what happened in the past two days. He seemed to have finally found someone to confide in, grabbed Shen Feiyu's sleeve, and wept while talking. A grain of peanuts, Cheng Shifei, who was about to fall on Shen Feiyu's knees, sat up straight suddenly, and let out a cry of pain.

He was a frail scholar who couldn't carry it on his shoulders, and he was hit by a "hidden weapon" with internal force in his shoulder, and his shoulder turned blue immediately.

Shen Feiyu looked at Luo Wenchu.

Luo Wenchu ​​glanced at the closed window.

Just as Cheng Shifei was complaining, the storytelling downstairs had come to an end.The black-clothed swordsman stared coldly at the frenzied people around him, and left the teahouse as quietly as when he came.

On the street, the black-clothed swordsman was incompatible with the hustle and bustle around him, but no one noticed him, he was like a transparent shadow, wandering in the world, no one could see, no one accompanied him.

After turning a few corners, he returned to the alley again.

Lu Jiming was standing there waiting for him, as if he had expected him to leave and return.

"Have you finally decided to cooperate with us?"

Wu Ming recalled what he saw and heard just now, and his eyelashes drooped slightly when he looked at Lu Jiming.

"what would you like?"

"I want to borrow your name and sword."

"……Can."

I only hope that my way is not alone.

There is no bright moon tonight, only a brilliant galaxy stretching across the sky like a ribbon. The stars are moving, but they can't clearly see the front.The night wind blows the rows of lanterns under the eaves, and suddenly, the candles are extinguished.

It was late at night, and there were few people on the street, giving off a feeling of desolation and desolation.

Yan Linsheng walked with his sword in his arms, his expression more dignified and colder than tonight's night.

The watchman walked slowly with the lantern in hand, yawned, suddenly felt something was wrong, rubbed his eyes, took three steps back, and smiled on his face: "Hero Yan, are you still walking on the street so late?"

Yan Linsheng turned his head: "You know me?"

The watchman said: "Hey, you, now in the whole city of Surabaya, who doesn't know, who doesn't know? After a while, I'm afraid that people in the whole rivers and lakes will know your name."

"Then do you think this is a good thing or a bad thing?"

"This," the watchman seemed to feel that the person in front of him had a problem with his brain, "of course it is a good thing. The fame of Yan Daxia has risen, and the reputation of Xiehua Palace has also risen with the tide. Then our Sishui City is even more famous. What's the matter?" Is it bad?"

"Then let me ask you, if overnight, everyone in the world knew your name and appearance, the weapons you used, and your inner strength and mental skills, everything about you would be invisible, even if your enemies came to ask for your life, you wouldn't be wrong. Recognize this face, the more dangerous work in the sect, the more you are required to do it, and you can't make mistakes, even one step, do you still think this is a good thing?"

His tone made the watchman flinch.

"Ham, why are you telling me this? I'm just a rough person. Shouldn't you be the one who knows best what fame brings?"

Yan Linsheng frowned slightly, and sighed: "Yes, I know best, it couldn't be clearer."

After the watchman left, Yan Linsheng stepped out in the direction of the tavern. The tavern was buzzing with people, showing a thin red, which was very different from this bleak night. Yan Linsheng didn't go in, he changed his way to a deeper and darker alley, Stepping on the bluestone slabs, the sound hits the ear, like continuous doubts asking the heart.

At the intersection ahead, Yan Linsheng suddenly stopped.

"Follow the next road, may I ask which Fang Yingjie it is?"

A man wrapped in night clothes came out from behind Yan Linsheng, his voice was hoarse and indistinct: "Wu Ming Shi, Wu Ming Jian."

Yan Linsheng was stunned, and a trace of complexity flashed across his eyes, "It's finally here."

The black-clothed swordsman narrowed his eyes, "Hero Yan knew I would come?"

"It's just a guess."

Xiehua Palace randomly found someone to assume the title of swordsman. With the bloodiness of a swordsman, he must have arrived as soon as he received the news. Xie Weihe had only entrusted Yan Linsheng this morning not to act alone.

However, if you don't catch this swordsman with your own hands, and use such clumsy methods to deceive the world, the sword in your heart will be damaged after all. Not to mention that you can't improve your swordsmanship, and it is very likely to help your heart demon. avoid.

His heart sword has been damaged, and there must be no second crack.

Yan Linsheng faced each other with his sword drawn, the tip of the sword facing down, his eyes were sharp and cold: "Tonight, let Lin Sheng ask for advice."

In an instant, the sword was shining brightly, and the black-clothed swordsman's movement was like a dragon frightened by a dragon, his sword came out of the mammoth, and his sword split through the night fog, and he was straight at Yan Linsheng's face.

So fast!

Yan Linsheng couldn't help trembling all over his body. Fighting against the master made his whole body blood boil. After three strokes with the sword, Yan Linsheng slid away with a shovel, avoiding the edge of the sword dangerously, but the sword energy still struck. On his forehead, leaving a line of blood.

The epee hummed continuously, Yan Linsheng stroked Cheng Kuang's sword, and murmured: "You can't wait anymore, whatever."

The swordsman in black noticed something and stepped back a few meters.

The night wind clung to the ground, blowing dead branches and fallen leaves from a distance, and fled from the right and wrong place with their bundles.The black-clothed swordsman concentrated his mind, and saw Yan Linsheng's body was billowed with violent wind, surging sword intent. The black-clothed swordsman planned to dodge the blow first, but when he raised his head, he saw a golden giant sword condensed from sword energy It is hanging above the head, with a fierce aura, making it difficult for people to look directly at it.

But in the blink of an eye, the golden giant sword fell in the gust of wind.

There was a loud bang, and the ground shook non-stop. People who fell into sleep around woke up, thinking that the landslides and ground cracked, but when they opened the doors and windows, the streets were completely destroyed, and a terrible hole tore open the ground, exposing the rock layer underneath.

People were terrified and hurriedly packed up their belongings and prepared to flee for their lives.

In the panic, someone yelled "Yan Linsheng", everyone calmed down and looked out the window. After the dust cleared, they saw a familiar figure.

"Hero Yan is competing with others."

"Who is so clueless..."

The voice was abrupt.

Everyone held their breath and concentrated their eyes on the same place.

Flying blood spattered down, one arm flew into the sky, the epee in his hand couldn't support it, and fell straight down.

With a click, it seemed to hit everyone's hearts.

Only then did they belatedly hear the slight snort.

Night Breeze rushed in all directions with bloody smell.

Half a quarter of an hour ago, on another street, Shen Feiyu helped Cheng Shifei, who was limp, out of the teahouse. Luo Wenchu's eyebrows were almost raised to the hairline: "How did this man drink tea to make himself so drunk?" unconscious?"

Full of disgust.

Shen Feiyu extended a helping hand to Luo Wenchu: "Master, help me."

"Who would've thought that he'd been nagging all afternoon, so he could just leave it behind." Luo Wenchu ​​mentioned Cheng Shifei and threw it aside, Cheng Shifei staggered a few times, bumped into a pillar at the door, and passed out immediately.

Shen Feiyu: "..."

At this moment, there was a roar from the ground under his feet, and then the whole city of Surabaya shook.

"Feiyu be careful." Luo Wenchu ​​stretched out his hand and stopped Shen Feiyu's body that was lying backwards. The two looked at each other, and they both saw surprise in each other's eyes.

Shen Feiyu stood firm, uncertain: "Is this, Senior Brother Yan's madness?"

Each magical weapon has its own characteristics and attributes, and when it becomes mad, it can indeed shake the earth and destroy the mountains, and the mountains and rivers roar.

Every time Yan Linsheng opened the way with an epee in his hand, he was invincible.

But this time, both of them had a bad feeling.

Luo Wenchu ​​really said, "I'll go and have a look."

"I'll go as well."

Luo Wenchu ​​grabbed Shen Feiyu's hand and nodded slightly.

When the two rushed away after hearing the sound, the strong smell of blood scattered, making people sick.But Yan Linsheng fell in a pool of blood, like a dilapidated catkin, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

The swordsman in black was also taken aback when he saw Luo Wenchu, turned around and ran away without stopping.

"Feiyu, take care of Lin Sheng." Luo Wenchu ​​put down his words and turned into a gust of breeze to chase after her.

Shen Feiyu ran to Yan Linsheng's side, suffocating suddenly—Yan Linsheng's right arm was cut open neatly, and blood was bubbling out all the time, dyeing him into a bloody man.

Shen Feiyu has learned a little bit of the art of distorting yellow, and is skilled in bandaging to stop bleeding, but Yan Lin was injured too badly. His bandaging skills are just a drop in the bucket, so he stopped hesitating immediately, picked up the epee and became crazy, carefully avoiding Yan Lin At the place where the broken arm was born, he picked up the man on his back and went straight to Xiehua Palace.

Fortunately, Xiehua Palace also felt the earth tremor before, and sent disciples to come. Shen Feiyu met Xiehua Palace disciples halfway, and followed them to Xiehua Palace.

Xie Weihe asked someone to invite all the doctors from Surabaya City, and when the sky was dark, Yan Linsheng's wound finally stopped bleeding.

Everyone's complexion was similar to that of Yan Linsheng on the bed, pale and bloodless.The Xiehua Palace disciples were all red-eyed. The unknown swordsman took the life of Senior Brother Lin Guang before, and now another man in black seriously injured Senior Brother Yan.

"You all go to rest," Xie Weihe seemed to have aged a dozen years in the past few hours, with a few more white hairs on his head, he said to Shen Feiyu after giving instructions to his disciples, "I haven't thanked little brother Shen yet, the sky is bright It's getting late, the old master sent someone to arrange an upper room for you, why don't you stay here temporarily, so that you can wait for your master to come back."

Shen Feiyu shook his head: "Senior Xie, let's go to rest quickly, Senior Brother Yan is here to take care of me."

Xie Weihe wanted to say something, but in a blink of an eye, he couldn't say anything, so he sighed in vain, "Then I'll have to work." After speaking, he left the room with the support of his disciples.

Shen Feiyu waited in front of Yan Lin's bed, frowning slightly, he sorted out the context of the whole incident, and recognized that the man in black was dressed as the unknown swordsman before, but there was something unreasonable about this incident.

That night when the black-clothed swordsman fought his master, he clearly suffered serious internal injuries, Yan Linsheng hit him with all his strength, how could he escape so easily?Judging from the running back, Shen Feiyu couldn't see where he was injured at all.

Secondly, the timing of the appearance of the man in black is too coincidental.

Shen Feiyu didn't believe that he didn't want to destroy the play carefully arranged by Xie Weihe, but he didn't know what Xiehua Palace and Senior Brother Yan would look like after this night.

With a click, Shen Feiyu's thoughts were pulled back.

A figure rolled over from the window and closed it carefully, blocking the night wind from the outside.

"Master, have you caught up?"

Luo Wenchu's dark face answered everything.

Shen Feiyu remained silent.

Luo Wenchu ​​came over, stretched out his hand to check Yan Linsheng's breath, although his breathing was weak, he survived anyway, he felt relieved, and sat down next to Shen Feiyu: "How is his injury?"

Shen Feiyu lifted the quilt, when Luo Wen first saw the severed arm, his pupils constricted sharply, his breath surged, his hands on his knees clenched into fists, and after a few breaths, he calmed down.

"What did the doctor say?"

"Wounds can heal, but heartaches are hard to heal."

Luo Wenchu ​​then stopped talking.

How can a swordsman wield a sword without a hand?Even if Yan Linsheng was asked to practice the left-handed sword, it would not be possible to master it overnight, and the sword-questioning meeting that Yan Linsheng had been thinking about was doomed to miss this year.

His eyes fell on Cheng Kuang who was on the side. Once this sword was extremely fierce in Yan Linsheng's hands, showing its sharpness, but at this moment, the sword's light was dim, no different from ordinary iron swords.

At noon on the second day, Yan Linsheng woke up once, opened his eyes in a slumber, looked around, fell on Luo Wenchu's face, and opened his mouth. Said: "That man is not an unknown swordsman...he is familiar with my sword skills."

After saying this, Yan Linsheng fell into a coma again.

Xie Weihe was very anxious, at this time two disciples walked in, whispered to each other, Xie Weihe suddenly changed color: "Tell them to go, I am not in the mood to deal with them now."

"However, they said that if we don't give an explanation, we will stay at the door and not leave. If this spreads, it will always have a negative impact."

Xie Weihe pondered for a moment, then sighed: "Let's go."

With the support of his disciples, Xie Weihe came to the gate, and there was already a circle of disaffected people outside the gate.

"Please thank Palace Mistress for calling Yan Lin to give birth, and give us an explanation."

Xie Weihe could recognize that it was almost the same group of people who came today and yesterday, yesterday they were still applauding Yan Linsheng, but today they suddenly changed their colors.Xie Weihe smiled and said: "Lin Sheng was injured and is still recuperating. If you don't mind, I can answer the questions for you. If you don't want to listen, please go back."

Everyone looked at me, I looked at you, reluctantly agreed to this approach, and stepped forward to ask one by one.

"Then please tell me, Palace Master Xie, why the nameless swordsman appeared again. Did you make him escape because you didn't keep him safe, or did you not catch the swordsman at all, and just randomly found someone to make up for it!"

"That's right! Yesterday morning, I saw the man in black in front of the notice board, which was exactly the same as the description on the Billboard."

"..."

The crowd was so angry that Xie Weihe had to raise his hand, signaling to be quiet: "This time, it is true that our Xiehua Palace did not do enough to guard him and told him to escape. Here, I will accompany everyone. If there are any injured people last night, or there are any If there is any loss, you can receive a pension from Xiehua Palace."

The disciple next to him widened his eyes, "Master, why do you want to..."

"Shut up." Xie Weihe glared. In this situation, no matter what you say, you can't restore the lost credibility. It's better to admit that the supervision is not effective. If the positive image is changed, the impact will be minimized, supplemented by monetary appeasement.Sure enough, everyone slowly quieted down, wondering if they could get a "pension" with an objective fee.

This group of disciples have been with him for so long, but they can't even learn these little tricks. How could he be angry?

Xie Weihe hit the rails while it was hot: "The old man got the information from Lin Sheng, and compared it again, he found that the swordsmanship of the man in black last night was completely different from that of the unknown swordsman. Either someone impersonated him, or he was an accomplice of the swordsman, waiting for an opportunity revenge for it."

The topic suddenly changed from one murderer to multiple murderers, and almost all the people present were helpless people. Hearing this, they shuddered, and gritted their teeth: "Then why don't you catch those two? Do we have to wait until their power grows bigger and bigger?"

"Don't worry, the old man has already contacted the people in the government last night. From now on, the city gates will be closed and a curfew will be set up. I hope you will cooperate with the officials to investigate, so that the man in black and his accomplices can be caught as soon as possible!"

As soon as this remark came out, everyone echoed.

Some people frowned frequently and slowly disappeared from the crowd.

They are spies from other sects who stayed in Surabaya City. They thought they could defeat Xiehua Palace in one fell swoop today.