Sunny Vientiane

Under the scorching sun, pedestrians hid in nearby teahouses to escape the heat. At this moment, ordering a pot of herbal tea and listening to a storyteller on stage is a good choice to cool off.But some people didn't do that, sitting in the corner of the teahouse, not even ordering a pot of tea, carefully observing the surrounding situation.

This person was dressed in a dark short jacket, with a sword in his hand and a light bundle beside him, and a pair of eyes under the curtain were watching the movement in the teahouse vigilantly.His attire was obviously out of tune with the bustling scene in the teahouse, and he didn't care about anything. After resting, he picked up his sword and carried his bag to go out.

I don't know what the storyteller on the stage was talking about, but it was in a desolate tone at this time, "Withered vines~old trees~faint crows, small bridges~flowing water~people, ancient roads~west wind~thin horses, broken~intestines~people , in ~day~ya!"

As soon as he stepped over the threshold, a teacup suddenly flew over from the storyteller's platform and struck straight at his vest.Although it seemed to others that he was unable to dodge, only he knew that the teacup came flying with deep internal force, and he couldn't dodge it at all.

At this moment, a pair of chopsticks flew down from the second floor and stuck the tea bowl on the wall beside him, avoiding disaster for him.But he was still injured by the strong wind brought by that internal force, coupled with the exhaustion and internal injuries of the past few days, he couldn't help but fell to the ground.

A beautiful female voice suddenly sounded, "Sneak attack from behind, what kind of a hero!"

The storyteller on the stage saw that the sneak attack was not going to work, so he threw himself at the fallen man.In the panic, the teahouse was full of mess, and people around were running and scattered, which added some difficulties to the storyteller's way.But just for a while, the crowd suddenly quieted down, and a beautiful figure floating over from the second floor made their eyes shine.

This girl's skin is better than snow, and she is as exquisite and translucent as a snowman in this stuffy small teahouse, which makes people dare not desecrate her. She has a charming smile on her mouth and bright eyes, as if a gust of wind blows into everyone's heart and blows away heat.Standing there in light green clothes, like green bamboo after the rain, elegant and refined.

"But I seem to have forgotten, since when did members of the Hehuan Sect admit that they are heroes?"

Hearing the words He Huan Zong, the surrounding crowd no longer cared about looking at the beauties, and ran out in a swarm. The originally bustling teahouse was suddenly empty, only the storyteller and the injured man remained.

The storyteller originally had a benevolent look when he was standing on the stage, but now his eyes were full of viciousness, staring at the girl and said, "Excuse me, is the girl a member of the Happy School?"

"You actually know him."

"Heh, not everyone knows how to follow the crowd." The storyteller smiled, then flicked his sleeves and said coldly, "But with your skill, you will have to practice for a few more years if you want to stop me."

"I didn't intend to stop you." The girl in green put her hands behind her back, found a chair and sat down, "I'm not that stupid."

The storyteller didn't look at her, but only looked towards the second floor, "Friends upstairs, please come down and talk."

The girl in green was startled, she didn't expect the storyteller to be so vigilant.Looking nervously towards the second floor, a familiar figure descended, stood beside her, and said softly, "Qianqian, don't worry." After speaking, he stepped forward to wrestle with the storyteller.

After all, the storyteller seemed difficult to deal with, and he was a member of the Demon Cult. Even though Jiang Shuihan's skills were not low, Jiang Qianqian was still worried about him.But at this time, she was holding back when she went to help, so she simply walked towards the injured person.

"Are you OK."

Seeing Jiang Qianqian squatting down to help him, the man showed a flattered expression, nodded and said, "Thank you girl, I'm fine."

"you."

Before the words fell, a rush of wind came behind Jiang Qianqian, but Jiang Qianqian didn't notice it. On the other side, although the storyteller was no match for Jiang Shuihan, seeing this scene, he intentionally entangled Jiang Shuihan so that he could not be distracted .

"flourishing!"

Jiang Qianqian couldn't react in time, and was pushed to the ground by the person next to him, trying to avoid the hidden weapon that was approaching quickly, but he didn't expect that the hidden weapon had the function of automatic tracking, so he turned a corner in the air, and still walked towards Jiang Qianqian's back .

At this critical moment, a figure from another wing on the second floor was pushed out in embarrassment, and landed on the first floor, spurting a mouthful of blood.This person happened to land in the middle of the hall, forcing Jiang Shuihan and the storyteller to stop and step back.At the same time, the hidden weapon that had been tightly locked on Jiang Qianqian's back seemed to have missed its aim and landed quietly on the ground.

The people around Jiang Qianqian saw the hidden weapon on the ground clearly and said in shock, "Yedie needle!"

Hearing this name, Jiang Qianqian couldn't help being afraid for a while.This Ye Die Needle was created by the Ye Die Immortal, one of the four guardians of the Acacia Sect. It is said that once the enemy is locked, it will not let the target escape. people.

But the only people in this world who can control Ye Diezhen are Ye Die Xian and her two disciples. Looking at the situation, the one who was knocked to the ground must be one of Ye Die Xian's disciples.Jiang Qianqian couldn't help but look up to the second floor. This man was silent, and he knocked him down with a single palm. He was undoubtedly a master if he could keep Jiang Shuihan and the storyteller from noticing.

After the storyteller saw the palm prints on the corpse, his face was ashen, and he said hastily, "Young Master Wu Nian!"

Before Jiang Qianqian and Jiang Shuihan could react, the person beside Jiang Qianqian suddenly tore down the curtain and shouted towards the second floor, "Master Wu Nian! Master Wu Nian! Please save me!"

After hearing this, Jiang Qianqian stared at the human being, "Hey, am I so scary?"

"No, it's not." The man also realized that he had said something wrong, and quickly explained, "Young Master Wu Nian has business contacts with my father, so, me."

Looking around, only the shopkeeper and the waiter were shivering and hiding behind the counter, and no one else could be seen.The storyteller's expression was as gloomy as the atmosphere. He glanced at the corpse on the ground, turned around and went out through the window, and his figure disappeared without a trace in an instant.

"Tch, as timid as a mouse, he ran away when he heard a name."

Jiang Qianqian made a face, snorted, looked at the people around her, and asked, "Who is Mr. Wu Nian?"

Only Mu Li could tell that the person in front of him had a handsome face, if it wasn't for the frightening and frightening days, his brows and eyes were tinged with depression, he could be regarded as a handsome young man.

The boy looked shocked, and asked doubtfully, "You don't know?"

"He is gold, is it that everyone on the ground will grab it?" Jiang Qianqian was forced to lie on the ground just now, and she didn't care whether she was clean or not. She just sat cross-legged on the spot and asked seriously, "Why should I know?"

Jiang Shuihan came over, stretched out his hand and pulled Jiang Qianqian up, helping to dust off the clothes, and then helped the boy up, so that the two of them sat safely on the chair beside him.He beckoned the trembling Xiaoer over to pour a few cups of tea, and explained to the young man, "It's like this, my junior sister and I have been living in Qingshan and rarely heard anything about martial arts, so please explain it to the young man."

The young man nodded knowingly and said, "You guys are members of the Xiaoyao sect? No wonder. This young master Wu Nian has only become famous in the martial arts world in the last three years. No one knows the details. All he knows is that he is a member of the Wu Wei sect, but He has always been hostile to the Hehuan Sect and Mo Wenzong, and killed many elders of the Hehuan Sect, and he is also very experienced in business, many people in the martial arts are willing to make friends with him."

"By the way, I haven't asked you what your name is yet?" Jiang Qianqian asked curiously, "You said your father had discussed business with him, so you should have met him."

"My name is Chen Chuanli, and my father is a bandit from the Chen family's Chenzhuang."

"Chen Chuanli." Jiang Qianqian finally realized, "Your uncle is Chen Zhuangfu."

Hearing Jiang Qianqian's words, Chen Chuanli's eyes darkened, "Exactly."

Jiang Shuihan glanced at Chen Chuanli, who was obviously in a low mood, stopped Jiang Qianqian, and asked, "I don't know why this Mr. Wu Nian didn't come out to save you, but he was still so sneaky?"

Chen Chuanli was taken aback, shook his head and said, "I don't know, maybe he doesn't like me."

"Don't like you?" Jiang Qianqian asked in surprise, "I'll save you if I don't like you."

Chen Chuanli smiled sheepishly, and said, "Probably because we had a little unpleasant meeting before, I, I regarded him as a member of the Acacia Sect."

Before Jiang Shuihan could stop him, Jiang Qianqian said quickly, "What's going on?"

"Qianqian." Jiang Shui said in a cold and warm voice, "Since Chen Shaoxia doesn't want to say anything, don't ask any more."

"Oh."

After Chen Chuanli thanked Jiang Shuihan for saving his life, he asked again, "Where are you two going?"

Jiang Qianqian said, "Master said, the Chen family is going to celebrate the old man's [-]th birthday, let me and my senior brother go to celebrate the birthday together, what about you? Are you going home to celebrate the birthday?"

"Yes." Chen Chuanli nodded and said, "Grandpa's birthday, as a grandson, why don't you go back."

Jiang Shuihan, who was sitting next to him calmly, saw the sadness and anger flashing in Chen Chuanli's eyes. He concealed the confusion in his heart and said, "In that case, let's walk together together."

In summer, teahouses are the most popular. The tree-lined roads are lined with tables and chairs, and passers-by can come and have a sip of herbal tea before heading on the road.After all, on such a sunny day, who would want to stay in the sun?But there are some strange people who always want to be different.

Under the glare of the sun, even the vendors on both sides couldn't help but hide in the shadow of the eaves and play fans to cool off. The streets that are usually crowded with people have become empty.The cries were much weaker, and the pedestrians on the road hurried past, unwilling to stay in the sun for a second.

A girl was walking on the road, humming a song with an unknown name. She seemed to be in a good mood. Although there was no expression on her face, her eyes were full of smiles.Behind her was a young man, strolling in the courtyard, holding a paper umbrella in his hand to shield her from the sun, without any expression of reluctance.

This strange combination has attracted the attention of roadside vendors, but unfortunately they are already parched from the heat and do not want to bother to attract customers.The young man didn't know what to notice, he stopped suddenly, patted the girl on the shoulder, and handed the umbrella to her.The girl clicked her tongue and reluctantly took the paper umbrella.

The young man smiled and walked towards a vendor, as if he saw something.But the weather was too hot, and the stall owner sat there without moving, slowly fanning himself.

"A man with a thousand faces, a scholar with a jade face." The young man said with a smile behind his hands, "I didn't expect that Mr. Huo Qian and Mr. Huo, who were once famous all over the world, would join the sect of Hehuan Sect."

"Hehe." The vendor raised his head, staring at the young man with a pair of indifferent eyes. Last moment he was a storyteller in the teahouse, but at this moment, he has become the most common vendor on the roadside. In the hands of Mr. Wu Nian, Huo can be regarded as a victim, but no matter how much you want to know, it is impossible."

"Really?" Young Master Wu Nian took out a paper fan out of nowhere, and opened it with a bang, "If that's the case, then I have to believe that the everything that the Hehuan Sect snatched back then has been lost."

Huo Qian's expression remained unchanged, but his eyes showed a little panic, and he dodged, "Huo has never heard of this."

"Otherwise, why bother to send people to hunt down and kill Chen Chuanli all the way? He is the only heir of the Chen family. There are rumors that the death of the suzerain of the Hehuan Sect, Leng Shuangtian, was caused by the Chen family. The news of the loss only came out after Leng Shuangtian died."

"Heh." Young Master Wu Nian suddenly sneered, the smile on the face of the spring breeze seemed to have never existed before, "Do you really think that is what I think?"

Hearing this sentence, Huo Qian's heart trembled slightly, and he still insisted, "Huo can't understand what you mean, young master."

"You don't need to understand." Young Master Wu Nian closed the paper fan, turned and left, "Because you are not even worth living."

These words were like a nail nailing Huo Qian in place, only then did he realize that there was a faint sweet fragrance in the air, and his breathing gradually became difficult, as if something was covering his mouth and nose.He struggled to open his mouth and tried to shout, but he stepped on the ground and fell to the ground. His breathing became a problem, so how could he speak?

He could only lie on the ground and stare helplessly at the leaving figure of Young Master Wu Nian, but he couldn't reach the figure with his hand, his whole face was red.And the scene in front of him gradually began to darken.

The girl was a little annoyed waiting at the same spot, and she nodded when she saw Mr. Wu Nian came back, "How about it, my new Mulan is very useful."

"Well, simple and effective, much better than Xu Jiuyan."

Xin Yueming found that the most effective way to praise Mu Xi was to praise her for being better than Xu Jiuyan.

"Of course, how can he compare with me."

Seeing that Muxi was coaxed to be happy, Xin Yueming said, "We can go to Xinzhou tomorrow, let's find an inn first."

"En." Mu Xi nodded and followed him, suddenly remembered something, and asked, "By the way, Chen Zhuangfu really stole the everything in the hands of He Huan Sect?"

"Originally I still believed a little bit, but now I have to half-believe." Xin Yueming explained, "Chen Zhuangfu has this ability, if it is really what he did, instead of chasing and killing Chen Chuanli so openly, the Acacia Sect should first kill Mrs. Chen. Solve that."

"How do you know Mrs. Chen can have a boy this time?"

"I don't know. But Chen Chuanli was born to the second son, the Chen Zhuang bandit. Even if he is the only male in the Chen family, since Mrs. Chen can give birth, who knows if she can have a son before Chen Zhuangfu dies? Meng Qianxun is not that stupid. But if you really want to show people a show, there is no need to kill Chen Chuanli. I have always speculated that outsiders were involved in this matter, but I can't find any other information."

Tired after holding the umbrella, Mu Xi handed the umbrella to Xin Yueming, and walked forward slowly, "24 Bridge is also going to celebrate Old Man Chen's birthday, don't blame me for not reminding you, beware of being targeted by them."

Xin Yueming sighed, and said, "I'm very surprised, why the suzerain is willing to take Dingfeng in, and getting into the big trouble of 24 bridges is not worth the loss."

Not long ago, Xin Yueming learned that Dingfeng used to be from 24qiao. The 24 bridges are divided into eight bridge owners: Qian, Kun, Zhen, Xun, Kan, Li, Gen, and Dui. Each bridge owner has two disciples. Dingfeng was once a disciple of Xun Lord Mo Shaoyong. Keep it so far.

"How much can I get for taking you in?" Mu Xi looked back at Xin Yueming, rolled his eyes on purpose, and said, "Song Tingchuan only does things according to his preferences, never based on gains and losses."

Mu Xi's body is still at the age of sixteen or seventeen. Although she is not short compared to girls of the same age, Xin Yueming is already 25 years old and tall. She only reaches Xin Yueming's shoulders, and she always complains very much.

Xin Yueming couldn't help touching her head, and smiled softly, "Don't think about it so much, think about what to have for dinner."

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I will be doing my graduation defense in a few days, so I can write as much as I can in these few days