On the Correct Posture of Probation of the Villain

The man in the official uniform didn't pay attention to Feng Ling'er, the little yellow-haired girl, but he went to look at Chu Heng and Xu Nian, his gaze was indescribably sticky and obscene.

The man smiled like this: "Two little Taoist priests, do you want you to take the initiative to go with me, or should we rough men 'please' you to go?"

Xu Nian sat there without moving, Chu Heng stood up slowly, and slowly touched his back with his hands, with a gentle smile on his face, and his voice was also like this smile, and said softly: "A few more, please—"

The man in the official uniform thought he knew the times, so he also laughed: "This little Taoist priest is a sensible—"

Before he finished speaking, Chu Heng struck the man's face with a wooden sword with the sharpness of a young man, and the "thunder on the flat ground" that he had used countless times in the competition with Ye Yunqi was drawn on the man's face.

The person's first reaction was shock, the second reaction was nothing more than a wooden sword and a child, and the third reaction was that he had already been turned over by the sword and rolled back more than seven feet, hitting the table at the other table straight. a guest.

The guest who was originally sitting by the other window reacted very quickly. He got up and jumped back neatly. The man in official uniform had already knocked over the table and chairs, and lay on the ground moaning in pain.

Only then did Chu Heng slowly and gently say the second half of the sentence: "Go back and forth from wherever you are."

The few people behind drew their swords together and went to look at Chu Heng, and saw that his face was calm and gentle, but his eyes were as cold as ice.

There were many tables and chairs in the inn, so it was not easy to fight. Two people rushed up with their knives in hand. Chu Heng stood in front of the table to guard Feng Ling'er and Xu Nian, and picked up the wooden sword to meet them.

In terms of swordsmanship, these people can't compare with Shangqing's Eighteen Sword Styles. Even though Chu Heng's Eighteen Sword Styles are just "empty with shape" according to Ye Yunqi and Qi Siyuan's evaluation, they are still better than these sword-wielding swordsmen. I don't know how many times stronger the reckless man is.

The two adult men raised their knives and confronted Chu Heng, and Chu Heng was able to handle each other with ease.

Seeing this, Feng Ling'er picked up a piece of snack and bit half of it. She slapped the table with her small hand and shouted, "Little brother! Hit them on the head! Beat them to death!"

On Chu Heng's side, the two of them attacked together, and Chu Heng went up to meet him with a move of "Mountain High and Falling Nine Rivers", and the two broadswords shining with cold light were caught by the wooden sword.

Feng Ling'er slapped the table again, and the word "good" was about to come out, and there was a "click", Chu Heng dropped the sword and quickly stepped back. It's a dead end with a split.

Feng Ling'er jumped onto the table with an "Aww" voice, and shouted at Xu Nian and Chu Heng, "Let's run!"

Xu Nian quickly pulled out the wooden sword on his back and handed it to Chu Heng: "Brother, use mine!"

Chu Heng went to pick it up with a backhand, and the person whom he pulled out more than seven feet away just now rushed over enduring the pain, and aimed a knife at Chu Heng's head. After all, Chu Heng has zero actual combat experience, even Ye Yunqi I have never attacked with such malicious intent of "making people die".

Xu Nian got up and rushed to Chu Heng, who threw Chu Heng to the ground. At the same time, he opened his eyes wide, a gust of hunting wind swept across his forehead, and a long gun came out of the sky, with a cold light shining on the head of the gun, " With a sound of "click", he stopped the broad-backed sword that was about to kill him.

"Are you looking for death?" The man in the official uniform narrowed his eyes and said viciously, but looked at the man in front of him and shouted again, "Where did you come from! What are you doing to cover your face with a fan?!"

Xu Nian and Chu Heng quickly got up after landing, and Feng Ling'er was squatting on the table with a piece of snack in his mouth, but his eyes were wide open.

The three of them saw a man with long hair tied high behind his head, dressed in black, covering his face with a folding fan painted with pink and white peach blossoms in one hand, and blocking the broad-backed sword of the man in official uniform with a long gun in the other.

"Passers-by."

This person made a sound, the voice was flat, but everyone was surprised, it was a woman.

She covered her face with a fan, everyone could only see that she had a flat figure and was more than five feet tall, and her aura was as fierce as a long gun in her hand. Anyone who preconceived would think that she was a man.

"It's just a few children," the man sighed, "don't make things difficult for everyone, it's also a joke to talk about it."

The man in the official uniform slowly withdrew his knife, and this man also withdrew his long gun, continuing like a peacemaker, "That's right, what has to be done, everyone should take a step back—"

Before the word "empty" could be uttered, the person who received the knife over there made a gesture behind his back, and the five people who were on standby behind him rushed towards the girl quickly, and all of them neatly raised their knives and slashed at her. go down.

Chu Heng and Xu Nian shouted loudly: "Be careful!"

When their words fell, the girl with the fan covering her face on the other side fell down on the ground, and the long gun in her left hand came out as fast as lightning, capable of catching five broad-backed knives, and the blades of the broad-backed knives slashed across the pole and wiped There was a sound of "stabbing", which seemed to be splashing with sparks.

The girl came together again, with five broad-backed knives on top of the long gun and raised it upwards.

The five grown men underestimated the strength of a girl's family, and when the long gun was raised, they realized that the knife was pressing like a thousand jun, and when Wan Jun was about to rise, how could five people be able to hold it down!

The five knives were turned upside down by the long gun in an instant, and the five of them were also thrown backwards.

The next moment, the fan was thrown upwards, and the girl kicked her right foot slightly, her body was like an arrow from a bow, making it impossible to see her figure or her face clearly.

At this time, she was holding the gun with both hands, and when the gun came out, it carried the momentum of sweeping away a thousand troops, and five mortal bodies were swept into the air and then fell heavily.

At this moment, she didn't turn around and swung the long gun with her backhand. The folding fan that fell into the air was pointed towards her by the gun.

When she turned around, she held the fan to cover her face again. This time, the fan facing everyone was not pink and white peach blossoms, but four large characters——

A gentleman is a gentleman.

With these four words, she held a long gun in the other hand and pointed at the leader standing there with trembling legs.

He persuaded, "Look, I've already said such a little thing, so why bother to do it."

Feng Ling'er opened her mouth wide, still squatting on the table, and the snack in her mouth fell onto the table with a "click".

Chu Heng and Xu Nian looked at each other. Xu Nian thought of Chu Heng who liked to put on this appearance when he saw the words "Gentleman Duanfang", but Chu Heng subconsciously wanted to find someone to exchange eyes with. What is the origin of the woman?

But facing Xu Nian's big eyes with a cute expression, Chu Heng had no choice but to turn his head to look at the weird woman with the fan covering her face, keeping whatever thoughts she had in her heart alone.

"Are you still embarrassing their children now?"

The woman asked again, and the man under her gun shook her head in horror, and then she closed her gun and breathed a sigh of relief: "Then you guys should go quickly."

The few people in official uniforms "rolled" immediately.

The rest of the people in the inn except the shopkeeper who was shivering and hiding behind the counter, the rest of the guests had already run away, Feng Linger jumped down from the table, and the little man raised his head and shouted: "Chivalrous woman! Sister, you and I see the chivalrous woman exactly the same in the storybook!"

The woman covered her face with a fan, but she seemed to be able to see through the fan, she ignored Feng Ling'er and turned to walk out of the inn: "If you three want to go out of the city, follow me."

At the same time, on the wide road three streets away from the inn, a city mansion was built majestic and majestic. Just looking at it from a distance, it felt full of momentum. On the plaque in front of the mansion were the three characters "City Lord's Mansion".

In the mansion, the woman who was talking to Xu Nian before was holding a pipa, ignoring the servant girl who saluted her all the way, and went straight to a room.

The door of the room was not closed, and before she stepped into the room, a sticky scent of incense was first on the tip of her nose.

When people enter, there are layers of translucent crimson veils, and the veils are slightly swaying. She lowers her head and eyes and walks forward, ignoring the faintly visible obscene scene in the deepest part.

Until he reached the deepest point, when he looked up, there were several white bodies, and then he saw a woman lying half-lying on the couch, wearing a bright red skirt.

She looked lazy. The next seat was a boy who looked no more than fourteen or five years old. He was only wearing the crimson semi-transparent veil hanging in this room. Under the semi-transparent veil, the boy's youthful body was exposed in the air. , he was almost naked and obediently leaning over the woman's hand.

The woman's jade-like hands scratched the boy's chin lightly, like scratching a cat's chin.

On the other side of the legs, two teenagers who looked about [-] or [-] were also dressed like this, and they were gently rubbing her legs.

There was a man behind her, and the woman was leaning on the man's arms.

This person was dressed most formally, wearing a white Taoist robe with blue and embroidered cloud patterns, and his long hair hung down like ink, scattered around her side face.

"Where's Huo Shiyun?"

The woman holding the pipa asked softly, but kept her eyes away from the boys in "indecent" clothes.

"Push her husband for a walk."

The woman's voice was a little hoarse, but with an indescribable softness, she spoke coquettishly to the person behind her: "Brother, can you peel some grapes for me?"

The person behind him reached out to grab the grapes from the fruit plate on the low table beside the couch, peeled them lightly and delivered them to her mouth.

The woman swallowed one, and sneered at the gap between the next mouthful: "Sister Xiaoshuang, you are also from the Qinlou Chu Pavilion after all, why do you look much better than my good family?"

As she said this, she nodded to the little boy under her command. The boy raised his head. There was not a single feature on his small face, which was only about fourteen or fifteen years old.

Qin Xiaoshuang glanced at him, and said slowly: "I can't compare to my sister, I'm born with a hard life, and I can't bear such a blessing."

The woman laughed twice, and Qin Xiaoshuang said again: "Three little Taoist priests from the Sanqing Sect entered the city by mistake, one is Huo Shiyun's son Xu Nian, and the other is Chu Heng whom I met once."

After a pause, she said: "Chu Heng has the kindness of burial clothes and monuments to me, and the other little girl is only five or six years old and doesn't understand anything, can you let the three of them out of the city?"

"How many are they?"

The woman dodged the next grape that was fed to her mouth, the man in the Taoist robe withdrew his hand, took out a handkerchief and carefully wiped the juice from the corner of her mouth.

"Brother, do you want to let their children go out of the city?"

The woman asked softly, and the man said: "On the night of returning to the soul on the seventh day of October, if you don't get the Three Lives of the Underworld Netherworld, no one can get out of this city."

"Besides..." the man frowned, "Chu Heng and the others are not the only ones coming from this city."

On the other side, outside the gate of the city lord's mansion, the woman holding a fan to cover her face was squatting at the base of the diagonally opposite wall, her gun was so long that it was stored in a storage bag.

The three of Chu Heng guessed that she was also a cultivator, and the woman said: "On the seventh night of the seventh month of October, you really dare to come in."

Chu Heng bowed to her and thanked her first: "Thank you, sister, for saving me just now."

Then a series of questions came out: "The three of us are disciples of the Sanqing Sect. How dare this sister ask who is your sect? And what is the meaning of Huihun Ye? What about the Netherworld Liancheng?"

"I'm not a disciple of any sect, but a businessman."

"Returning Soul Night, as the name suggests, is the night when the dead return to their souls."

The woman folded her fan with a "click", and a white veil was covered on her face at some point, covering most of her face and only showing a pair of eyes looking at them.

She answered the last question: "The Netherworld Liancheng naturally refers to the city of the dead under the Netherworld."

Feng Ling'er was the first to scream when she heard the answer, her eyes were filled with panic, the streets were still bustling with people, Xu Nian felt a chill in her heart, she unconsciously looked at the passers-by who were coming and going, but seeing the sun shining on her head At the head, the shadows under them were clear, and there was another question.

As if seeing Xu Nian's doubts, the woman continued: "It's a group of people who don't know that they are dead. Everything in this city is the illusion of people who are dead but don't know that they are dead. The hallucinations turned into this city again in the Netherworld, and they will return to the world every seventh day of October when they return to the soul."

Feng Ling'er listened in a daze, and retreated a little from the feeling of fear. Xu Nian's eyes suddenly lit up, but his voice was a bit difficult: "Is that so, dead people can revive their souls in this city tonight?"