[Sword Three] [Huayang] Continues

The majestic crowd screamed, and the front row of the villains fired their weapons one by one.

Xiao Fan glanced at the sword energy coming from the sky, and when he got off his horse, he raised the black fine iron shield to respond. Yang Yiran, who was wearing a green dress and a flower hairpin behind him, hurriedly stepped forward, clasping his four fingers to stand side by side with Xiao Fan.

Unexpectedly, Mu Chenfeng suddenly withdrew his momentum in the air, but he didn't want to counterattack Xiao Fan's impeccable move. The white crane-like figure made an arc of light and landed lightly. Wanhua showing half of her face.

"Heh, Daoist Mu of the Haoqi League? Don't come here without any harm." Xiao Fan saw him staring at the face under Wanhua's veil with murderous intent in his eyes, and couldn't help turning his head to ask, "When did you provoke me?" 'Zichen Sword'? Let's fight, the people of Luoyang City can't live a peaceful winter, you are really guilty."

Xiao Fan's words seemed to be teasing but threatening, and he was indeed a person who could do what he said, the Hao Qi who surrounded him was a little hesitant after hearing this, Cao Yu let go of Song Xiuran, and turned to hold his own gun.

Wan Hua chuckled, squinted her phoenix eyes, turned her eyes around and still fell on Mu Chenfeng, and then looked at him with interest, startled by the words, in a dilemma.

The Taoist priest stared at him coldly with a look of deep disdain, as if he wanted to see what he was thinking through his veil, and turned around after a while, flashing into the tea shed not far away.

Yang Yiran got off his horse and went forward, looked at Mu Chenfeng's back with hatred, then withdrew his gestures and said to Xiao Fan: "Overlord, this place is not far from the Jingwu army camp after all, it will not be good for anyone to do it."

"That depends on whether they dare or not." Xiao Fan glanced at the Haoqi Leaguer, and his answer was neither serious nor serious, but Cao Yu could hear it clearly.

"Why don't you dare? You Xiao Fan are majestic in the southwest, but you have never tasted the fire and thunder in my Jinshui Town."

There are many teams led by Haoqi who are participating in the army with various points, and the leader of the stronghold who answered the conversation is not based on anything else, but because the number of Haoqi League is twice that of the villain, what he said comes with three points of confidence.

"Exactly. I don't know if Yun Jin on the arrest warrant is scared and afraid to come?"

"The Valley of the Wicked doesn't bring a few Demon Lords, but we have quite a few people with the title of 'Wulin Tianjiao' here."

Some of the Haoqi League members showed arrogance, as if they had already won the fight.

"You bastards, how do you talk?"

"Stop talking nonsense, grandpa taught him to be a man."

This side of the Valley of the Evil is not to be outdone, and the smell of gunpowder on both sides is getting stronger.

Yang Yiran counted the number of people, and slightly frowned with a slightly scholarly eyebrow, remembering that Yun Jin was indeed huddled in the Sun Moon Cliff and refused to come out, and his fingers touched the strings unconsciously.

Xiao Fan didn't show any fear when he heard this, he tilted his head and said, "What do you say? Shouldn't the 'military adviser' of the army give me some pointers?"

Before he finished asking, Wan Hua got off his horse at some point, took a humble bamboo pen and walked towards the mighty crowd, without looking back, he said: "You guys chat."

Seeing that he dared to be arrogant to the Warlord of Wolongpo, Haoqi couldn't figure out his background for a while. After looking at each other, the blue crowd gave way, and Wan Huawei approached the tea shed with a soldier. .

"Overseer..." Yang Yiran was suddenly dissatisfied.

"Don't worry about him, let's get it straight and enter the Tiance Mansion's territory tonight." Xiao Fan waved his hand, put down his arrogance, and led his own people to another path.

"Governor Xiao, after the catastrophe, can I prove one thing?" Yang Yiran hurriedly hugged the piano and followed Xiao Fan's slow pace to catch up, and then he opened his mouth a bit dull, already worried.

Xiao Fan paused and nodded: "Of course, but remember not to fight with the 'military division'."

As if being told what was on his mind, Yang Yiran hesitated to speak, looked at the white feather behind the Cangyun crown, and finally nodded silently.

As soon as the flag of the Evilman's Valley was turned, he went to the other side of the village. After some discussion, he also started to prepare. Cao Yu ordered his subordinates to discuss countermeasures with the generals who came with him.

Not long after, Yu Song Xiuran stood blankly on the open space, looking at the tea shed at a loss.

The outskirts of Luoyang, which were restored after the catastrophe, were mostly deserted villages and rebuilt. The village next to Tiance that the two sides chose to settle at that time was somewhat barren. The small tea shed was only a few steps wide, and it was so cold that even hot water could not be boiled. A few times, when the shop owner saw people from the camp coming, he had already disappeared.

After Wan Hua came in, she purposely found the square table of Taoist Priest and sat down, spread out two cups full of warm coarse tea, and then sat quietly.

The sun shines through the bamboo curtains on each of the two people's half faces, one is covered with black clothes, the other is wearing white clothes with a high crown, like the black and white pieces in a square chess game, it seems that you can see each other through the tables, chairs and dishes Transparent.It's just that they were clearly looking at each other, but their eyes didn't meet each other, so no one spoke for a long time.

Song Xiuran couldn't hold back any longer, rushed in a few steps, wiped the bench in the middle and sat down, and said angrily: "Jiang...Jiang, what, I, I want to seek justice for my brother! Is it all true? If it is true, why do you...why do you do this! If you kill everyone who lives and dies with you, won't you feel guilty?"

He raised his eyebrows, but no one answered, he couldn't help picking up a cup of tea in a rage, and found that the tea was cold after a sip, and immediately said dissatisfied: "Don't drink tea and don't talk, that senior brother, let's go, don't let me go!" Take care of him."

Song Xiuran purposely told Jiang Yan, but he pulled Mu Chenfeng's sleeve and exerted force, but the Taoist priest sat motionless.

Wan Huasu's eyebrows frowned just like the sharpness of the brush, and she clasped the cup with three fingers to shake the tea water in a circle, and said: "Water is warm or cold, but it's because of people's feelings. What I do, I don't have to follow the majestic way of heaven. You say yes Is it?" He looked at Mu Chenfeng and said, at last the corners of his eyes turned up slightly and he put on a smile.

Mu Chenfeng's eyes darkened, he looked at him and said seriously: "What reason do you have? It has nothing to do with me. I only follow the principle of benevolence and righteousness. I'm blocking it."

"What a benevolence and righteousness." Hearing his sonorous words, Jiang Yan understood why he stepped forward. Right now, the Eastern Capital Tiance belongs to the territory, and it seems that it can't stop him from drawing his sword. He thought, and bit the contemptuous words through his teeth Come out, "If you want to kill me, Daoist Mu said it once in Qutang, and Jiang still remembers it. But are you sure you can kill me?"

"If you don't try, how do you know you can't kill it?" Mu Chenfeng replied very calmly.

"It's really hard to talk when the injury is cured, so let's try it." Jiang Yan pretended to sigh, propped up his chin lazily, raised the cup in his hand, and the tea was splashed golden in a circle under the sun, and spilled on the water. Under the icicle, "Mu Daochang came to take my life from the beginning, and I hope it will be the same in the future."

Mu Chenfeng didn't say anything this time, but turned his gaze to the darkened sky, his cheeks were as white as paper under the sun, and his indifferent facial features could neither distinguish sorrow nor joy, nor could they reflect sorrow and joy.

"Jiang Yan! Even if you are a villain, even if you... have some kind of conspiracy. But after all this time together, my senior brother has never felt sorry for you. Do you have a conscience?!" Song Xiuran was outraged, so he simply took pictures for Mu Chenfeng table.

"Now he is going to kill me, why are you asking about me?" Jiang Yan snorted, his tone mixed with disdain and displeasure.

"But..." Song Xiuran shrank his neck under his cold stare. He couldn't beat him again and again, so he could only whisper, "But didn't you two become destined? Didn't you... just forget it from the beginning?"

"Yes." Mu Chenfeng replied in a cold voice.

Jiang Yan froze the empty cup he was playing with, and was thrown back to the table with a sound.

It seems that not long ago, it was also the reverse of yin and yang, and the ghosts were haunted. The three of them sat at the same table for the rest of their lives, and the atmosphere was warm and harmonious.Now that he has changed his place, he not only cuts off his kindness, but also changes his heart, calling for beatings and killings.Song Xiuran felt aggrieved, and for a while didn't know whether to muster up the courage to beat Jiang Yan, or to comfort his senior brother first, and blushed after holding back for a long time, thinking that the words between the two were life and death, so he was afraid and sad, and wiped it with his sleeve. Wiping his eyes, he said unwillingly:

"I know I'm neutral. I don't understand why the factions want to kill and fight, but...but..." He blushed anxiously, pulled Mu Chenfeng's sleeve and said, "You are a liar! I forbid you Kill my senior brother!"

Jiang Yan was dumbfounded by his thoughtless and fierce sentence. He estimated the time and didn't want to entangle him any more. He lifted the hem of his robe and wanted to leave, but someone whispered to him out of thin air:

"The little skeleton is here."

Jiang Yan stopped his footsteps in an instant and looked dignified. The nearby Haoqi camp really broke out, and someone shouted loudly:

"Corpse! It's a corpse!"

There was a scream, and a half-height, thirteen-fourteen-year-old boy with half his hair draped and his foot on the bell was blown outside the tea shed like the wind. The insect flute that killed someone just now was still dripping with blood, smiling A little bit climbed up the corners of the chapped mouth——

It is the demon king of Cangshan Erhai!

Mu Chenfeng was frightened and angry. When he stood up, the sword was out of its sheath, and he pushed Song Xiuran behind him. The cold light in his hand turned a few times, and the sword showed killing intent.

Unexpectedly, the young man didn't even look at him, he stared straight at Wan Hua who was much taller than him greedily, and then rushed towards him in the next moment.

"Stop!" Mu Chenfeng said almost instinctively.

Wan Hua's eyebrows jumped, and before she could turn around, she was hugged by the young man. Looking down, she saw that he raised his face and stared at him with dead silent eyes that were so black as if they were blank, and two dirty gray hands were still picking at the waistband on his waistband. Silver Jewelry, excitedly said to him:

"Jiang Yan! You're so slow, I've been around Tiance, why did you come? Oh, I miss you! Why don't you come out to see me at Bailongkou?"

The young man's coquettish words were like roaring thunder, Mu Chenfeng froze on the spot, holding his sword but forgot to make a move, the warning that he blurted out just now scorched his throat like a cannonball, and the clothes of the two of them as far as he could see were glaring like blood.

"If you see me, I won't have to make them beat you." Regardless of whether Wan Hua is indifferent or not, the young man just continued to talk like no one else, "I will kill you myself."

Mu Chenfeng's eyes moved slightly, and the blood-red scene seemed to darken.

"Jiang Yan, we haven't seen each other for so long, let me kill you, okay?" The young man smiled strangely, sniffed his nose vigorously, and the half of his face immediately showed disappointment, "What's wrong with your scent? You can smell it now." Neither smells good."

Song Xiuran poked his head to take a look, then screamed and covered his mouth with both hands, hiding behind Mu Chenfeng and trembling all over.

The young man looked up again, the side hair covering his face slipped, and the other half of his face covered in the darkness was exposed. It was a half decayed mummy, and looked like a skeleton from a distance!

Not only Song Xiuran was afraid, but Mu Chenfeng was also shocked when he saw it. For a long time, he was shocked by the words of the young ghost, who was also an enemy and friend. He raised his sword and didn't know who to attack.

"But it's okay, I like you, Jiang Yan." The young man hugged him as if talking to himself, chattering intoxicatedly, "Jiang Yan, when can I have you? Let them eat you, eat you You... nibble lightly, lightly."

From the beginning to the end, Jiang Yan stood upright without any reaction. The eyes on the veil only looked at the mighty crowd who came in a hurry after they were in a mess. When the boy's voice died down a little bit, he suddenly reached out and grabbed his back collar and lifted him up. , Strip him off his body like a kitten or a puppy, and put him on the table casually.

"Okay, let's get down to business." Wan Hua patted the dust on his clothes disapprovingly, and said in a deep voice, "How's the situation at Tian Ce Hunxu, Zhe Yi?"

The author has something to say: Jiang Yan is black-bellied and thoughtful at best, Zhen and Bingjiao are the little five poisons, and they are just a pure mutual benefit relationship

Xiao Song: Jiang Yan, won't your conscience hurt?

I was busy all of a sudden and accidentally got stuck for a day, sorry, and I may not be able to change the teaching activities tomorrow, try my best~

The same name wb is a trumpet, and the big name is: Qingqing Zijin Blessing the Heart of Filial Piety