Sincerely invite young heroes to break their sleeves

Yang Yueming finally calmed down after being hit by Nie Xueyi, so the three of them were silent all the way until a small noodle stall.

After driving for a long time, Ren Xiaodao felt a little hungry, and suggested: "Let's take a rest and eat something."

Nie Xueyi was also a little tired, so she agreed.

The three sat down, and Ren Xiaodao poured them each a bowl of tea.

Yang Yueming drank a bowl of tea and finally regained his composure. With an "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" he leaned on Ren Xiaodao's shoulder and said, "I'm not the type Miss Nie likes!"

It was the first time for Ren Xiaodao to be laid on his shoulders, but he felt that there was an indescribable smell on Yang Yueming's body, and there was a faint fragrance in his hair, which was definitely not something ordinary people have.

"There is no fragrant grass anywhere in the world." Ren Xiaodao patted Yang Yueming on the head, and came up with a bad idea, "The next beauty will be even better, there are many beauties in Jianghu."

"That's right." Yang Yueming raised his head and sat up straight, only to see that his eyes were dry, his expression was indifferent, and there was no trace of sadness. Instead, he looked like he hated iron but steel, "Miss Nie, I am so handsome and If you have money, you actually don’t like it, it seems that your vision is not good, forget it, then I don’t like you either.”

Nie Xueyi expressed admiration: "Master Jin likes it if he likes it, and he doesn't like it if he doesn't like it. You can afford it and let it go, you are a real man!"

Yang Yueming said: "Well said, I also respect you as a man, and I will be your brother from now on."

Ren Xiaodao looked at Yang Yueming and Nie Xueyi's rhythm of hitting it off, and suddenly felt like thunder rolling.

"Since everyone is a man, come on, let's do it." Ren Xiaodao raised his tea bowl.

After eating the noodles, it was getting late.

Ren Xiaodao explored the way forward, and came back: "There is no inn near here, we will probably spend almost a night in the wild tonight."

Yang Yueming wailed: "In the wild? I'm not a wild boar!"

Nie Xueyi said contemptuously: "Brother Jin, this is how you walk the rivers and lakes, I hope you will get used to it soon."

Yang Yueming covered his face with his hands: "Don't you have privileges if you have money?"

Ren Xiaodao: "..."

Nie Xueyi gave him a deep look, and sighed, "If you don't want to sleep in the wilderness, come with me."

Ren Xiaodao frowned: "Do you have a place to go?"

Nie Xueyi shrugged: "You'll know when we arrive."

The place Nie Xueyi took them to was the villa built by the Sword God Family. Usually there were only three or two servants watching it. Unexpectedly, when Nie Xueyi gave his name, the person who came out to receive him was Luo Zhuchen, the head of the Sword God Family.

As a young hero who is as famous as Fang Muhao in the Jianghu, Luo Zhuchen was born tall and handsome, bold and unruly.

When Luo Zhuchen saw Nie Xueyi, his eyes lit up, and he shouted, "Xueyi."

Nie Xueyi was a little surprised, and said, "Zhuchen, why are you here?"

The three great aristocratic families in Zhulu Villa have always been friends. Nie Xueyi and several well-known chivalrous young men knew each other in the early years, and Luo Zhuchen had a closer relationship with Nie Xueyi than the others.

Luo Zhuchen said with a smile, "I happen to be passing by on something." After speaking, he saw the two standing behind Nie Xueyi, with a somewhat unpredictable expression: "Who are these two?"

His eyes stayed on Ren Xiaodao, and he felt familiar, but the Beggar Gang has always been separated from the major gangs, and has always been presided over by the leader of the gang. The patriarchs of several great families are well-known, and if they occasionally appear on the stage, they are all filthy and disheveled, but now they have changed into a neat attire, but Luo Zhuchen didn't recognize it.

Seeing Luo Zhuchen's expression, Ren Xiaodao secretly breathed a sigh of relief. If he knew that the place Nie Xueyi mentioned was the other village of the Sword God family, then he would definitely try his best not to come.

Nie Xueyi said: "It's a long story, let's go in first and then talk slowly."

Several people entered the room, Nie Xueyi briefly explained what had happened, Luo Zhuchen sighed and said, "I heard that you escaped marriage, and thought it was just a rumor, but I didn't expect it to be true."

Sadness flashed across Nie Xueyi's eyes: "Perhaps my cousin is determined and I won't leave him."

Luo Zhuchen's expression was a little subtle: "Then what are your plans next?"

Nie Xueyi said: "I'm about to go back."

Luo Zhuchen didn't expect this answer: "Didn't you just run out..."

Nie Xueyi sneered: "Brother Jin is right, I can't just leave like this."

Luo Zhuchen wanted to ask something more, but Nie Xueyi didn't bother to say anything. Luo Zhuchen had no choice but to order his servants to prepare the guest room and meals, and arrange for them to rest first.

Thanks to Nie Xueyi's blessing, both Yang Yueming and Ren Xiaodao received good treatment, and they each arranged separate rooms.

In the evening Yang Yueming finished washing and was about to rest when he heard a sound of blades piercing the air outside the door. Although he was banned from martial arts, his interest in martial arts remained undiminished, so he went out curiously after hearing the sound.

It turned out that Luo Zhuchen was practicing sword in the yard.

Luo Zhuchen is worthy of being the head of the family of sword gods. His swordsmanship is sharp and eye-catching. Against the backdrop of his handsome stature, he quickly walks in the night wind. As graceful as a frightened bird, as graceful as a swimming dragon.

After he had practiced, Yang Yueming couldn't help clapping his hands when he retracted his sword and stood upright.

"Good swordsmanship!" Yang Yueming praised sincerely.

Luo Zhuchen smiled brightly, and approached Yang Yueming: "Young Master Jin also understands martial arts?"

Yang Yueming raised her chest and proudly said, "A master!"

"Oh?" Luo Zhuchen glanced at Yang Yueming's slender figure, held back his smile, and said, "I don't know what kind of martial art Master Jin is learning?"

Yang Yueming rubbed his face: "I have learned a lot, there is no limit to genius."

Luo Zhuchen said in awe: "I admire." In fact, he was already hurting himself from laughing.

Yang Yueming thought about it carefully, and then said: "I think your swordsmanship is good, but it's too heavy on form, and your moves are complicated, but you don't have enough vigor. If you meet a master of the same level, it's easy to catch someone later."

Luo Zhuchen didn't expect Yang Yueming to be able to tell a thing or two. Just when he was surprised, Yang Yueming took the sword from his hand, turned around and swung a sword move. , as straight as a willow in the wind, because of the lack of inner strength and the masculinity of a warrior, it shows a coquettish charm, and the sword moves are gorgeous, which imitates Luo Zhuchen's style to seven points.

Luo Zhuchen was secretly startled when he saw it. The Sword God Family's Eleven Moves are known for their complicated moves. The disciples in the sect have practiced hard for three to five years and still can't fully understand them. Unexpectedly, Yang Yueming just watched him do it once. It can imitate seven or eight similarities.

Luo Zhuchen stared at Yang Yueming intently, but saw that his gestures and movements were weak, and he really didn't look like someone who was hiding something.

"I don't think this move is... unnecessary." Yang Yueming withdrew the long sword he stabbed out.

"When the swords meet, it's just life and death..." Yang Yueming lowered his waist, and the tip of the sword suddenly stabbed back. The suddenness caught people off guard, "Straightforward, the best."

Luo Zhuchen suddenly saw the long sword reverberating, and it came straight to his face, turned sideways suddenly, and subconsciously prepared to sweep his legs out, but he didn't expect that before he could make a move, he heard Yang Yueming's scream of "Oops", and his whole body moved After a heavy fall.

The lower back is too... pounced.

This pounce was really ruthless, Yang Yueming lay on the ground and couldn't get up for a long time.

The picture was so beautiful that Luo Zhuchen didn't dare to look at it, he was stunned for a while before remembering to help Yang Yueming.

"Take it easy." Yang Yueming propped his elbows on the ground tearfully, but his waist hurt when he moved, and he couldn't move.

Luo Zhuchen had no choice but to kneel on both sides of Yang Yueming's body with his feet apart, facing him, supporting his back and waist with both hands, and letting him sit up slowly.

"Luo Zhuchen, what are you doing?" Ren Xiaodao heard the sound and happened to see Luo Zhuchen "pressing" on Yang Yueming's body.

Luo Zhuchen hurriedly got up and moved away, and poor Yang Yueming immediately lay down again with a "boom".

"Ren Facai, I'll wipe—" Yang Yueming lay on the ground like a dead pig, looking at the night sky tearfully and cursing Ren Xiaodao.

Ren Xiaodao and Luo Zhuchen have already opened the box, both of them are masters in the world, you come and go with me for a while.

When Nie Xueyi rushed over, what he saw was that Luo Zhuchen and Ren Xiaodao were fighting in the dark, while Yang Yueming was lying on the ground like a dead dog.

Nie Xueyi glanced at the two fighting, seeing that there was no danger for the time being, she didn't bother to intervene, kicked Yang Yueming who was on the ground with her toes and asked, "What are you doing?"

Yang Yueming glanced at Nie Xueyi and said weakly, "I saw the bottom of your skirt."

"...Go to hell." Nie Xueyi's face became hot, and she walked over with her foot, so Yang Yueming screamed "Oops" again, turned over, and lay face down on the ground.

Ren Xiaodao, who was in the midst of a fierce fight, heard Yang Yueming's screams, and quickly slapped Luo Zhuchen away, but luckily Luo Zhuchen didn't want to fight at all, so he took advantage of the situation to withdraw his hand.

Ren Xiaodao withdrew his attack and looked towards Yang Yueming, and saw Yang Yueming lying on the ground in a miserable condition, his buttocks still shaking slightly, while Nie Xueyi was standing a foot away from him with his hands on his chest, with a look of grief and indignation.

"Boss!" Ren Xiaodao hurried over to help Yang Yueming up. Fortunately, Nie Xueyi didn't use any real force on his kick. Yang Yueming just looked embarrassed and wasn't really injured.

"Xueyi, what's wrong?" Luo Zhuchen looked concerned.

"It's okay." Nie Xueyi glared at Yang Yueming angrily. Seeing his disheveled face, she couldn't help being a little funny, so she stopped thinking about it and asked, "What's the matter with you two? How did you fight?"

"I don't know either." Luo Zhuchen looked at Ren Xiaodao inexplicably.

Ren Xiaodao's eyes were not friendly: "Why are you bullying Boss Jin?"

"I bullied him?" Luo Zhuchen almost wanted to kneel down and shout that he was wronged.

"I saw you riding him!"

"Riding?" Nie Xueyi's eyes lit up, he glanced at Luo Zhuchen ambiguously, then at Yang Yueming, and if he realized something, "Young Master Jin is indeed beautiful..."

"No, no, no..." Luo Zhuchen burst into tears.

Yang Yueming patted Ren Xiaodao on the head: "Quickly stop your fantasy, the truth is that I fell down, and he just helped me up."

"Oh." Nie Xueyi said that the truth is so boring.

"Oh." Ren Xiaodao cursed, why did he use that ↑ posture for support?

But since it was a misunderstanding, Ren Xiaodao readily apologized to Luo Zhuchen: "Sorry, Young Master Luo."

"It's okay." Luo Zhuchen breathed a sigh of relief, "Just don't misunderstand Xueyi."

Xueyi... don't get me wrong... that's fine?

Yang Yueming silently repeated Luo Zhuchen's words, as if he had discovered some great secret!