[Red Mansion] Sir, I'm a rough man

Although there are many rumors in the world, for revenge, for the leader of martial arts, for the number one in the world, for the secrets of martial arts... There are many people who want to trouble Jia Wan for various reasons, but Jia Wan walked smoothly from the other palace to the capital.

If you think about it, if you have the prince accompanying you, and you are escorted by the Jingying, Qianfengbattalion, and Guarding Battalion, if you still dare to come to find trouble, then you should not be called a person in the Jianghu—you should be called a rebel.

The men and horses of the Beijing camp and the Qianfeng camp returned to the team after leaving the capital and entering the city respectively. When they reached the imperial city, there were only a hundred guards left.Even so, the unmarked but overly large and gorgeous carriage, as well as the armored cavalry at the front and rear, also attracted passers-by to bow their heads and retreat.

"Master Jia, lift your foot, we're putting on our shoes...a little bit of effort, hey, yes, all right, change one."

Director Liu's flattering and almost kind voice came from the carriage, Luo Feibai glanced back, and the corner of his mouth slightly twitched: The prince's hair is tied, the chief executive is wearing boots, the son is running errands, and Luo Feibai is driving the car... so frivolous , not afraid of backlash in the future.

Zhou Kai and Zhao Yi are nothing more than that, the former is Jia Wan's best friend, and the latter doesn't matter, even Emperor Qian turns a blind eye, but what about Manager Liu?

This kind of eunuch is only interested in profit and has no morals at all. The old dog surnamed Liu is the No. 1 of Emperor Qian, don't look so flattering now... If one day the people in front of you are no longer favored, maybe you will regard today's incident as a great shame. , the first to turn his face.

Luo Fei shook his head indifferently, the new "master" he recognized was not as reliable as he imagined.

Not to mention anything else, just look at his attitude towards himself.

He, Luo Feibai, was a man of his size, with good martial arts and intelligence, even Prince Teng, who was regarded as a serious concern by Emperor Qian, died at his hands, but this young man didn't take him seriously at all.The expected beating, defense, making friends, and wooing are gone, as if he really took in a servant.

He admitted that he had only seen this young man's martial arts so high in his life, but now he is blind and has lost all his martial arts, and he is already a useless person. With the confidence to come, do you think you can suppress him?

Fortunately, he was really disheartened and didn't want to make trouble anymore, otherwise... but among those old foxes facing up, which one is easy to get along with?Such careless people, without martial arts, how can they fight with them?

Forget it, it's a big deal for him to worry more in the future, no matter how unreliable the person he picks, he can only recognize him.

The carriage stopped, and further ahead was the imperial city, no carriages or horses were allowed to enter, Luo Fei resigned himself to setting up the horse stools, and waited for those people to get off the carriage.

First Zhou Kai jumped down, then Zhao Yi, after the two got off the car, they turned around at the same time, and together with Manager Liu in the car, helped the young man who had changed into an official robe to get off the car.

Another big show.

Luo Fei slandered in vain, his eyes fell on the young man who had been thrown off the carriage, and he couldn't help being stunned.

He has known Jia Wan for a long time, and worked under him for a few days, but most of the Jia Wan he saw wore standard armor or only black lining, not to mention ornaments on his body, and even his hair was bare. Wrap it casually with a hair band... It's the first time to wear such a formal dress.

Toga with large sleeves, a jade belt around the waist, and an overly exquisite young man, he insisted on wearing the heavy and dignified official robe to give him a sense of elegance, and the crimson purple color that represented his status and status made him look snow-like and noble. Innocent.

The young man was seriously injured, and although the white silk on his face was gone, he still couldn't see. At this moment, his eyes were lowered, and his eyelashes were long and thin, clearly visible... He leaned on Zhao Yi quietly with his head down, looking at nothing. Harmful and innocent, well-behaved tight.

The carefree, ignorant young man who was favored by someone, was as clean and clear as the morning dew of fresh snow. There was no trace of the blood-clothed, murderous look in his memory, and even the usual laziness and casualness were gone. trace.

Those guards got used to it, dismounted one after another, and said with a smile: "The boss is sleepy again!"

"Every time the boss falls asleep, he becomes very obedient..."

Zhou Kai sighed speechlessly: "Pig, you are going to sleep in the palace, and I will carry it on your back!"

"Master, if you want to, I'll come. I'm tall, with broad shoulders, and my back is much more comfortable than yours."

"Bah, you're so thin, you're not afraid of your bones breaking your head, you still have to do it, my skin is thick and fleshy, so soft!"

"I'm short, I have a steady foot..."

Zhou Kai pretended to kick someone, and shouted: "Get out! With Master here, it's your turn?"

Luo Feibai was stunned and was about to take a closer look at the young man's expression when he suddenly heard a loud cry.

"Second Uncle!" The young man in brocade clothes came quickly with a servant, and said happily, "Second Uncle, my nephew is finally waiting for you!"

Zhou Kai was surprised: "Jia Rong? Why are you here?"

Jia Rong passed through the group of guards and said, "Second Uncle hasn't come back for so long, Auntie is worried. Knowing that Second Uncle will return to the palace after returning to Beijing, she asked my nephew to stay here and take a look with my own eyes...Second Uncle, you are fine. alright!"

Pulling his hand back casually, he said with a smile, "Second Uncle Bao is here too!"

Everyone followed his gestures and saw Baoyu kneeling suddenly outside the crowd: "Jia Baoyu, a grass-roots man, pay homage to His Royal Highness Qian Wang!"

The two servants behind him were obviously half a beat behind, and they realized that they were about to bow down, when suddenly a few silver lights flashed in front of them, they were shocked, and hurriedly jumped left and right, and were enveloped by the light of the saber before they landed.

But Baoyu was hit straight on the ground by the flying silver nude, and fell to the ground with an "ouch", and was stabbed by the steel knife before he got up. Baoyu ignored it and shouted anxiously: "Play carefully! Rong... Rong ..."

He stopped in the middle of speaking, staring blankly at the situation in front of him, his lips trembling slightly: "Play..."

The look of the guards around him was almost the same as his, startled and angry, his eyes widened in disbelief.

The battle over there ended earlier than here. The "little servant" brought by Jia Rong was bleeding from the corner of his mouth, and was pressed to the ground by several guards, and the dagger fell aside. However, a few steps away, a man in a purple official robe The young man was being pressed against his throat by a dagger with a strange blue light--it was his nephew "Jia Rong" who stood behind him and held him hostage.

Zhao Yi's face was ashen, and his eyes were almost devouring: just now Jia Baoyu suddenly knelt down, calling himself a "grassman" instead of a "student". The boy who came took advantage of their distraction, pushed Jia Rong hard, drew out the poison dagger and rushed at him.

He subconsciously pulled Jia Wan behind him, and took the initiative to meet him.I don't think the "little servant" is fake, but the "Jia Rong" who was pushed by him fiercely is the real one. When he restrains the former, Jia Wan falls into the hands.

It wasn't that he was completely defenseless against "Jia Rong", but that this person's body skills were extremely weird, he was stumbling towards another direction, but after turning around somehow, he was behind Jia Wan, and he had no time to react.

Zhao Yi looked at the sharp knife on the young man's neck, and his murderous aura almost turned into reality: "Let him go!"

His voice was hoarse and his tone was cold.

"Jia Rong" trembled in his heart, dragged the young man back a few steps, gritted his teeth and said with a smile, "You want me to let him go? Okay, if you cut off your own arm, I'll let him go!"

The face is still Jia Rong's face, but the voice is completely different.

Disguise!He is not Jia Rong at all!

Zhou Kai wished he could slap himself to death, but he didn't realize it. Now that he looked closely, the so-called disguise technique was not as magical as it was said in the legends. This person pretended to be Jia Rong. Although the facial features and figure could be faked, his expression and gait were only five or six. very similar.Among this group of people, he went to Jia's mansion the most times, and was the most familiar with Jia Rong, but he didn't tell the difference and said "Jia Rong" so that everyone else lost their guard.

He clearly knows that people in the Jianghu are looking for trouble for Ah Wan, and he clearly knows that there is such a thing as disguise in the Jianghu, but he is so careless!

It was so hard for Ah Wan to survive, if he got hurt because of this...he would never forgive himself even if he died!

His eyes were red, and he gritted his teeth and said, "You only have one person in your hand, but we have three. If you let him go, we will let your people go. How about keeping you safe from Beijing?"

"Leaving Beijing safely?" "Jia Rong" sneered, and said, "We are here today, and we are not prepared to leave alive!"

Turning to Zhao Yi, he shouted: "Rentu in blood! You can think clearly whether your arm is important or your life is more important... This is the emperor's most beloved son. If you die because of you, think about what you will do." What will happen?! What will happen to your family?!"

Bloody massacre?

The whole place was silent.

Everyone resisted the desire to look at each other, even if they were shocked and angry in their hearts, they couldn't help but feel absurd. At the same time, they closed their mouths tightly, not daring to say a word, and even tightened their eyes, for fear What is seen.

The situation was a little weird, "Jia Rong" felt uneasy, and she didn't dare to delay any longer, she clenched the dagger in her hand, and said sharply, "Rentu in blood, I'll count to ten, if you don't do it again, I'll kill him! One..."

"There's no need to count," Zhao Yi interrupted indifferently, "One arm, right? Okay, here you are."

Everyone was as silent as a cicada, only Director Liu tremblingly said: "No, no!"

Zhao Yi raised his long sword as if he had never heard of it.

"Wait!" "Jia Rong" shouted, "What I want is the right arm!"

Zhao Yi gave him a cold look, and without saying a word, he switched the long sword to his left hand. Just as he was about to make a move, he suddenly heard a light cough, and the boy's familiar voice sounded weakly: "Say something?"

Seeing that "Jia Rong" was about to succeed, she was not willing to make trouble, the dagger in her hand was tightened again, and she shouted: "Shut up!"

"Don't shut up," Jia Wan said, "You dare not kill me because of this, why should I listen to you?"

"Jia Rong": "..."

"Jia Rong" looked down at the young man in front of him, but he couldn't tell that this sick prince was weak and courageous, with a knife up to his neck, and he didn't show any ugliness, even daring to speak.

He sneered and said, "Okay, tell me, but let me listen to you, I'll chop off one of your fingers for a piece of nonsense! If you want to become a useless person, just say it!"

He's not afraid of this kid making troubles, so what about the prince, isn't he one head and one life?A sick young man, whose waist is as thin as it is about to break, can be blown away by a gust of wind. The fingers clinging to his wrist are white and slender, like jade, not to mention cocoons, not even a pore can be seen... ...This kind of pampered young man can hit a hundred with one hand, what kind of waves can he make?

Naturally, Jia Wan would not be intimidated by him, and said in a sincere tone, "I'm not talking nonsense, I just want to tell you that you've got the wrong person."

"Jia Rong" was taken aback for a moment, and after scanning the crowd, he fell back on Zhao Yi. He knew the information about the blood-clothed Rentu: he is handsome and unparalleled, likes to wear black clothes, has a murderous aura, and has a domineering aura. never wrong...

Sneered: "You think I'm a fool?"

Just as he was about to teach him a lesson, the young man sighed and said, "In this world, to be honest, no one would believe it—he really isn't a blood-clothed Rentu, he's a potential king. If you don't believe me, ask someone else."

How could "Jia Rong" believe his nonsense, and said with a sneer, "If he is the king of Qian, then who are you?"

Dressed in brocade clothes, so weak that he was surrounded by everyone, who else could he be if he wasn't the legendary sick prince?Although she looked a little small, but the person who came out of a thousand pets and a hundred pets looked tender and normal.

Who is he?Jia Wan really didn't want to recognize the title of "Rentu in Blood Clothes". After thinking about it, he tentatively asked, "Guess?"

"Jia Rong" was furious, and was about to explode, when he saw a few fingers that were resting on his wrist lightly pinched, his right hand went numb, and the dagger fell, and the boy held hostage by him naturally caught the dagger, and then Unhurriedly turned around, stepped back, and kicked him in the chest.

"Jia Rong" fell to the ground, eyes horrified: this young man's speed is not fast, and his strength is even less heavy, from pinching his fingers to turning around to stepping back to kicking...he can see every movement he makes. Clearly, he also tried his best to fight back, but he still pinched his wrist, was still out of control by him, and was still kicked in the lower abdomen by him.

In the eyes of others, that person just pinches, turns, retreats, and kicks, just like a child crushing a flying insect to death at will. In the eyes of others, it is an understatement, which is natural, but only the flying insect knows that before he dies, there is something. No matter how many times I tried and struggled, it was all in vain, and I didn't even have the qualifications to attract children's attention.

He had never encountered such a situation before, the insurmountable gap left no trace of the lonely courage in his chest, and he was about to run away when he jumped up, and he stopped abruptly after taking a step, his hairs stood on end, Cold sweat instantly drenched the back of his clothes... Only half an inch, only half an inch, his neck hit the dagger that had been waiting there for a long time!

Jia Wan shrank his hands.

Two guards kicked "Jia Rong"'s legs from left to right, pushed him to his knees, and smashed the scabbard in his hand to his head and face.

"Okay," Jia Wan said, "Don't you feel ashamed?"

The guard stopped shyly.

Luo Feibai stepped forward and tore off the mask from the face of "Jia Rong", revealing a dark but pretty face. Luo Feibai studied the mask in his hand for a while, and said, "It's not human skin."

He touched Baoyu's face again and said, "Second Master Jia is true."

While helping him to stand up, he felt a little change in his mind about this "treasure jade" from Rongguo Mansion: when someone held a dagger against his waist, he still had the courage to remind them in disguise.

"Is it shameful?" Jia Wan threw the dagger to someone casually, and scolded: "Fortunately, it's me today, what if the emperor changes? Everyone has lived in peace for a long time, do you really think of yourself as a guard of honor? How old are you?" Internal guards, even a few miscellaneous fish can't guard against it!"

Others don't know if he feels ashamed or not, but he is shameful enough anyway!Just took a nap, and was kidnapped by someone!The degree of shame is comparable to the time when I fell asleep and was picked up by traffickers!

This broken martial arts is not shallow, it has been practiced for the third time, and it is still so unreliable!His current state is better than when he was eight years old...

Everyone bowed their heads and said nothing.

Jia Wan wasn't really angry, but more out of embarrassment. After a few curses, he just finished going down the steps. He raised his arms unaccustomed, and complained: "Who put on the rags for me? It's thick and heavy. How many layers are there? It’s not convenient to fight.”

The sleeves are so wide that you can't get your hands out.

Manager Liu smiled and said, "My lord, this is an official uniform issued by the Ministry of Rituals... You are entering the palace today to thank you, not on duty, so you can't wear it casually!"

Jia Wan tugged at his sleeves: "...All right!"

"Yizhi," Baoyu rushed over and said anxiously, "Brother Rong is still in their hands!"

Jia Wan frowned slightly, and turned to the "youth" who was pretending to be Jia Rong, and was about to speak when a clear voice came from his ear: "Unexpectedly, the famous blood-clothed Rentu is just a half-grown child, that's all, here he is... ...look at the sword!"

The sound of skimming came.

The shouts of the guards, the sound of swords being unsheathed, and the sound of leaping and jumping came one after another. Jia Wan's expression changed suddenly, and he shouted anxiously: "Stop! Get back!"

"Keng!"

The clear chants of the long sword unsheathed were clearly heard by everyone, and Jia Wan shouted angrily: "How dare you!"

He rushed forward, but was caught by Zhao Yi, who had been prepared for a long time.

The sword light flashed away, and the four guards who jumped and intercepted fell down holding their throats, but they stood up again under the eyes of everyone's grief and indignation, and took away their hands covering their necks in shock. There, a thin The wound was bleeding, but it didn't touch the vitals.

One person can be said to have a lot of life, and it is not a matter of luck if four people are like this. Several people looked at each other and looked at the man in Tsing Yi standing with a sword, their eyes were a little bit frightened by luck.

No killing... Jia Wan heaved a sigh of relief.

The sound of skimming was still approaching, and the guards rushed up one after another like moths to the flame. Zhao Yi pushed Jia Wan onto Zhou Kai: "Look out!"

Draw your sword and step forward.

Luo Feibai followed closely behind.

Jia Wan stood firm and pushed away Zhou Kai who was supporting him, but he grabbed his arm again. Jia Wan was dissatisfied and said, "What are you doing? Do you really think I'm a porcelain doll?"

Zhou Kai held him tightly and said, "Don't make trouble!"

Make fun of you!Jia was so angry that he wanted to punch someone, but he knew it was not the time, so he focused his attention on the battlefield over there.

The guards who can only be used as cannon fodder in the TV series are really useless when they meet a top expert. After Zhao Yi and Luo Feibai fought with that person, the guards who couldn't intervene but got in the way retreated by themselves and swept aside. Array.

Jia Wan's five senses are far superior to ordinary people's. Although he can't see it, he can hear it. The person's inner strength is extremely strong, his swordsmanship is extremely high, swift, ethereal, weird, and unpredictable... It's the first time he's seen him in two lifetimes. Such a powerful character.

Zhao Yi and Luo Feibai's martial arts are also quite good, and they are no problem against ordinary masters, but in front of this person, they are not enough.

Zhou Kai looked dumbfounded: "It turns out that Zhao Yi is so good at martial arts, I always thought he was an idiot! Hey, didn't he have a broken leg before, where did he learn it... Tsk tsk, he is almost as good as me !"

"Show face," Jia Wan punctured him mercilessly: "If he hits you eight times, please!"

Frowning slightly: Zhao Yi's martial arts is based on the boxing he taught when he was a child, and his swordsmanship was practiced later—although Zhao Yi's broken leg in the past eight years was faked, but when he was learning boxing, his leg was really broken Yes, so I only learned a half-handed trick, and I can pull the cross very well, or... well, I still can't beat it.

Jia Wan bent down to touch the dagger in his boots, and after a while he remembered that he had changed his clothes, and was about to ask someone for a weapon, when he heard Luo Feibai groan, and fell off the field... Jia Wan kindly helped a handful.

Luo Feibai stood firm, touched his neck, felt blood on his hand, his face turned pale immediately, gritted his teeth and rushed forward, but was stopped by Jia Wan: "Since you are out of the game, don't join in the fun anymore, wipe your neck next time, say It might not be true."

His tone was relaxed, but his expression was dignified. The man was able to wipe Luo Feibai's neck during the siege of the two, and he could spare his life mercilessly. It can be seen that his martial arts are much higher than these two.

Zhao Yi did not follow suit, his expression was cold, but his attack became more and more fierce, Luo Fei frowned: "Your Highness, he..."

He shut up after only saying three words, but Jia Wan knew what he wanted to say: Zhao Yi was desperate.

With every move, there is no retreat, no room, every shot is just to die with the opponent.

The dignified prince, why are you here?

Luo Fei paused for a moment, and said: "My lord, use arrows! We are officials and he is a thief, why bother telling him about the rules of the world?"

Unable to hear a response, when Luo Feibai turned his head, he saw the sleeves, robes, and long hair of the young man beside him suddenly fluttering without warning. Instead, the boy moved by himself.

Zhou Kai knew something was wrong as soon as his right hand was empty, and there was still no time to grab it, so he said angrily, "Why didn't you stop him?"

Compared to Luo Feibai, he was more complaining about himself: Why didn't he hold on tighter? !

In the arena, Zhao Yi's eyes were already red-eyed, and there was only endless hatred in his chest: that person was punished and humiliated, he could only watch, that person was punished and framed, he could only watch, that person Seriously injured, and covered in blood in front of everyone, he could only watch...

That person managed to save his life from the Temple of Yama, his eyes were blind, his martial arts were gone, and he stood by his side every step of the way, but he still couldn't protect him!

Zhao Yi, what is the use of your life!

The internal force is surging, and the sword slashes obliquely!

to die!to die!All to die!

"Ding!" The two long swords were stirred together, one was drawn away obliquely, and the other lightly wiped at the opponent's throat.

Zhao Yiyi was not afraid, and raised his hand to grab the blade, but someone pinched his shoulder suddenly, his arm went numb, and fell down limply. An inch away from his throat with a simple hosta, and then, a familiar figure squeezed in front of him.

Zhao Yi was squeezed aside in a daze, the jade hairpin slid up the sword blade, and pointed at the man in Tsing Yi's wrist. The clear voice of the young man came: "For things like fighting, let me do it!"

Pushing Zhao Yi away, the jade hairpin in his hand turned suddenly, from pressing down to picking up, the person rolled back and rolled over, the blade almost brushed against the tip of his nose, cutting off a strand of long hair... Disappearing from before his eyes, the young man with a long bow "shot" himself, crashing into the opponent's arms in an instant, his shoulder hitting the opponent's chest.

The man in Tsing Yi reacted very quickly, and moved sideways, his chest was almost pressed against the young man's back, and the long sword in his hand was wiped back, across the opponent's throat.

"Ding——" Jia Wan's right hand Yuchai arrived in time, pressed on the blade of the sword, slid down to the tip of the sword with a swipe, and let out a long sword cry.

The sound of the sword stopped, the long sword broke free from the jade hairpin, and the hilt hit Jia Wan's chest, Jia Wan groaned and fell back.

The sword blade swept across, and Jia Wan retreated again. After the sound of the silk being split, the purple rags fell down with strands of long hair.

Zhao Yi and the others' hearts were almost in their throats, but they saw that the man in Tsing Yi didn't take advantage of the victory to pursue him, instead he backed away a few steps, holding the long sword upside down, the hilt hit his left shoulder, only heard a "crack", and the sound of bones moving , the pained expression on the face of the man in Tsing Yi flashed away, and he said slowly: "The reputation is well-deserved."

Only then did they know that Jia Wan's light "touch" on the opponent's left shoulder had actually removed his bones.

Jia Wan nodded: "You are also very good."

Turning the jade hairpin in his hand, he put it on his head casually, and said: "Gun."

Then a guard threw a spear in his hand.

Jia Wan raised his hand, put his fingers on the gun body, the black iron gun instantly came to life, and the castration remained the same, but it changed from a dead snake to a giant python, which savagely devoured the opponent, and the shadows of the guns rose all over the sky, covering the sky and covering the earth .

Everyone's breath was clenched, and then their noses became sore, their eyes swelled, and there was a sound almost whimpering in their throats.

They are very familiar with this young man. They have fought with him to the flesh, followed him, walked on the path he slashed with a knife, and were protected by him who was dying. Let him bleed and fight alone...

These days they stayed in the other palace, watching the imperial physician stop him from dying, watching his breathing and pulse gradually weaken, watching him miraculously survive, watching him become blind and his martial arts useless...

Every time I heard him joke that he was "crippled and useless", I had to do my best to hold back the tears, but I still had to answer the words with a forced smile, not daring to let him hear a hint of distress.

They have never been heroes with little righteousness, but they really wish that the crippled person is themselves!

It's okay, it's okay... the boss, he can still fight.

He is not useless.

He wiped away tears indiscriminately, and looked at the battlefield without blinking.

They knew that their leader could defeat a hundred with one knife, and cut people down like grass with a knife, and they had seen him cut down like mountains and rivers with one knife, and a powerful enemy was wiped out in ashes.

What I saw today was another scene.

First, there is a fierce and mysterious personal fight of life and death in an instant, and then there is a full-on face-to-face confrontation, which makes people's blood boil with excitement.

It's just that the guard's standard long spear, in the hands of the young man, turned into a giant dragon that overwhelmed the river, like thunder, like a huge wave, like a gust of wind, and came from the nine heavens with the power of heaven and earth, as if to destroy everything in front of him. Turn into powder.

They thought that if they changed themselves, they might not be able to hold on for half a second in the hands of the young man, but the man in Tsing Yi resisted forcefully with a three-foot sword, but the blue stone slab under his feet was cracked inch by inch, and he took a step back. Take a step back, take a step back...

"Ding—" The long sword slashed at the gun body three times in a row, but there was only one sound, and the tip of the gun was bent into a bow amid violent shaking.

Jia Wan released his left hand, turned his right wrist, and there was a sound of "clank", the tail of the gun bounced around his right arm for a circle, and was grasped by his left hand again, and the tip of the gun that was suppressed almost turned back He broke free from the long sword fiercely, like a poisonous snake that had been preparing for a long time, it bit the man in Tsing Yi at the door.

The sword light was suddenly dazzling, and after a "Keng", the knife was cut in two, and Jia Wan turned sharply and retreated.

The tip of the gun brushed against the face of the man in Tsing Yi, bringing up a string of blood beads. Where Jia Wan was originally standing, a deep sword mark appeared on the ground.

Jia Wan stood still, pointing the gun forward, the man in Tsing Yi jumped up, retreated to the roof where he was before, and confronted him from a distance.

"Sword Qi, it's so powerful!" Jia Wan waved his hand and said, "I can't hit you when you're standing so high... come down!"

The man in Tsing Yi put his long sword back into its sheath, and said: "I can't beat it, so I won't fight."

"Ha!" Jia Wan put away his gun, put it on the ground, and said, "Aren't you joking?"

The man in Tsing Yi said sincerely, "I really can't beat it."

Jia Wan said: "You know sword energy, but you only use it at the end. You know that I can't see, but you just stick to one place...I'm blind, could it be that your leg is broken?"

Tsing Yi said humanely: "I originally wanted to claim my inner strength and blindfolded to fight with you, but when I saw you make a move, I knew I couldn't beat it, and I was unwilling to retreat, so I decided to fight with you without letting go of my inner strength. Who would think that if you don't let go of your internal strength, you can't even fight against a jade hairpin of yours, so you have to take the next best thing, fight you without sword energy...but you still lose."

But he never mentioned the matter of sticking to one place, the other party can't look at him, he has already taken advantage of the sky, if he is still wandering around and even the sword is silent, then what is the point of the so-called competition?

Jia Wan laughed, and said: "You people in the martial arts are all like... um, are you upright?"

The man in Tsing Yi shook his head, thinking that the other party couldn't see, he said again: "I'm here to compete, not to kill, so naturally there is no need to use any despicable methods."

Jia Wan said: "Is it true that the real martial arts people are like this? It's...frank and cute."

The man in Tsing Yi didn't seem to know how to answer, so he remained silent.

Zhao Yi stepped forward, pulled the hairpin off Jia Wan's head, and said calmly, "It's crooked."

Jia Wan turned his head to make it easier for him to tidy up his hair, and said: "Your boxing is wrong, I will teach you again when I have time later."

"it is good."

The man in Tsing Yi spoke again, and said, "You practiced guns?"

Jia Wan wanted to nod, but was pulled by Zhao Yi's hair in warning, so he had to give up and said, "There are still arrows."

The man in Tsing Yi shook his head and said, "You have never practiced swords."

Jia joked: "The arrow of the bow."

The man in Tsing Yi frowned and said: "Spears and arrows are more suitable for the battlefield...why not practice swords?"

"Hiss, take it easy..." Jia Wan pressed his scalp, and said casually: "Look at what you said, men practice martial arts, not to defend their home and country on the battlefield, could it be a fight?"

The man in Tsing Yi was silent.

Jia Wan said: "I just found out that there is such a thing as sword energy in the world. It's a pity that you are tied up today, and the fight is not enjoyable enough. You come back in three months, and we will fight again."

The man in Tsing Yi's eyes lit up, and said: "After three months, will your internal strength recover?"

Jia Wan shook his head: "Not necessarily."

The man in Tsing Yi asked again, "Can your eyes heal?"

Jia Wan still shook his head: "Not necessarily."

The man in Tsing Yi frowned.

Jia joked: "I am only 16 years old now, and I have never thought of giving up martial arts. After three months, even if my internal strength cannot recover, my muscles and bones will definitely be stronger, and my moves will definitely be more flexible; even if my eyesight cannot recover, I will definitely be more adaptable." Darkness... the me in three months' time must be stronger than today, don't I deserve to fight with you?"

The man in Tsing Yi looked at him for a long time, then heaved a long sigh and said, "I am indeed not as good as you."

Jia Wan laughed dumbfounded, and said: "Whatever you say is worse, it's just that the situation is different. In life, how can there be someone who doesn't wrestle, and it's not a baby who doesn't get up and continue walking. Could it be that he is lying on the ground and can't get up?"

The man in Tsing Yi said slowly: "I don't understand why someone like you is willing to be a lackey of the imperial court."

Jia Wan frowned, and said displeasedly: "It's just a job, why do you say it so badly?"

He also said: "Humans live in groups. They need food, clothing, and housing. So some people cultivate land, some weave, and some build houses... If a person lives for a lifetime, if he only asks for it blindly, no matter how high his martial arts are, it is not as good as it is in the world." What's the point? It's just a mosquito that sucks blood and eats scavenger... If I can't do something for this world, I will feel that I don't deserve to live."

The man in Tsing Yi sneered: "What do you mean by doing something for this world, is to be a bodyguard in the palace and protect those princes and grandchildren?"

"Occupation does not distinguish between high and low," Jia Wan said, "It's just as long as you are doing something.

"What about the guards in the palace? What about the running dogs of the court? I know that you people in the Jianghu despise the powerful, but people who are in disorder are not as good as peace dogs. No matter how bad the order is, it is worse than no order, and the court is where order is maintained. The imperial court, this world is a purgatory. I never felt that there was anything shameful about serving the imperial court!

"I have no right to criticize you for being free and happy, but I do my own thing, and I don't need others to tell me what to do."

After a moment of silence, the man in Tsing Yi said: "I will tell them that the blood-clothed man is the number one slaughterer in the world, and he deserves his name. If you want to challenge you, you must defeat me first."

Jia Wan was surprised: "Then who are you? Are you worthy of your name?"

The man in Tsing Yi did not answer, but cupped his fists and said, "See you in three months."

The figure disappeared.

Jia Wan was stunned for a moment, then suddenly laughed, and said, "Jianghu...it's pretty fun."

Turning to the fake Jia Rong aside, he asked, "Do you know who he is?"

"Jia Rong" snorted coldly: "Why should I tell you?"

"Why, are you angry?" Jia Wan nodded approvingly: "Yes, I am also angry! The knife is already on the neck, and with a single swipe, the big revenge will be avenged! Hey, why did you admit the wrong person? It's over!"

"Jia Rong" flushed with anger, said: "If you want to kill, kill, what kind of a good man is a teaser?"

Jia Wan smiled and said, "Okay, I won't tease you... Where is Jia Rong, what did you do to him? Is he dead or alive now?"

"Jia Rong" said disdainfully: "Don't worry, he's living a good life. We have clear grievances and grievances in Jianghu. One person does something and the other takes responsibility. The disaster is not as good as his wife and children. I just ask him some things and change his face according to his face... …Tomorrow he wakes up and goes home by himself.”

"One person does things and one person is responsible. I like this sentence." Jia Wan said: "For this sentence, I won't kill you...let them all go."

Luo Feibai reminded: "Why don't you let Master Jia come back?"

Jia Wan said: "No, I am the most disciplined person. Didn't I say that my wife and children are worse than my wife and children? If you tell me the rules of the world, I will tell him the rules of the world. If you don't tell me the rules of the world, I will tell him the rules of the world." Let’s talk about the rules of the imperial court—Brother Rong is an official, if he is really injured, how can it be enough to kill only a few of them? At least a few hills must be destroyed. Let him go!”

The guards let go, "Jia Rong" and the others slowly stood up, looking at each other.

Jia Wan said again: "I forgot to ask, why did you come to kill me?"

"Jia Rong" said coldly: "The revenge of killing one's father is irreconcilable!"

Jia Wan nodded, and said again: "I only kill two kinds of people in my life. One is the person who is full of evil, and the other is the person who attacks me. I always kill the former very slowly, because I am afraid of accidentally killing the wrong person, and I kill the latter. Kill quickly, because the one who dies slowly is me...Which type is your father?"

"Jia Rong" turned pale and turned away.

Jia Wan said, "Wait a minute."

"What? You want to go back on it?"

"No regrets," Jia Wan said, "I just ask you to pass on a message.

"I heard that Jianghu made a bet that whoever can kill me will be the leader of the martial arts. Go and tell them, give them three months, three months, if they can kill me, it's fine, if they can't kill me ...Then the leader of the martial arts, I will do it! The rules of the world, I will decide!

"If you are obedient and follow the rules, we will live in peace. If you are disobedient, I will beat him until he is obedient."