[Xiao Li Fei Dao] There was no car in ancient times

At a certain time on a certain day, ten miles out of the west city, under the forest outside the long pavilion.

When Li Xunhuan got the letter, he didn't feel anything.This letter is just like Shangguan Jinhong, calm and simple, never say a word more, and never say a word less.

Now they have reached the forest at the foot of the mountain, where there is an octagonal pavilion.The long pavilion in the letter refers to this place.

Winter has come, and the trees are dry.

It was cold and gloomy all around, and the red paint of the long pavilion was completely peeled off, making everything even more gloomy.

Li Xun Huan was standing under the forest in front of the pavilion, looking carefully at every piece of land.

The day after tomorrow is the day of the duel they invited.

Here two days later, after all, there will be people who are happy and others who are sad.

Sun Xiaohong and Old Man Tianji were sitting in the long pavilion, watching Li Xunhuan...and the little attendant beside him.

Every time Li Xun Huan went to a place, every time he set foot on a piece of land, Kong Rong would jolt over and lie on the ground, feel the softness of the land, check the dryness and wetness of the land, and test the bearing capacity of the branches. Press and crunchiness.And took out a plain handkerchief, picked up the land, branches, and even stones, wrapped them in the handkerchief, and prepared to go back for further research.

He knows that for masters to fight, every external factor may be necessary to win or lose. Their victory or defeat is often only between one move, one move, and the victory or defeat is already divided.

He also knew that in the original book, Brother Xun Huan and Shangguan Jin Hong did not confront each other here, but this time he really wanted to reverse the plot because he didn't want to see his grandfather die because of it.

As the sun sets, the sky and the earth are crimson.

Li Xun Huan had already looked at every place in this forest, and then he jumped onto the octagonal pavilion. There was nothing on the pavilion, neither a set, nor a trap, nor anything that made him feel inappropriate.

Kong Rong still followed him closely, as if he was his shadow.

Li Xun Huan could see him as soon as he turned around, but every time he saw him, he always felt that there was something weird about him—even though he was weird, he couldn't tell what was weird, this was the weirdest part.

At night, they returned to the inn.

The meal time has passed, and there are not too many people in the store.

Sun Xiaohong was still nervous about the duel the day after tomorrow, so she went back to the room with her grandfather without eating anything.

Only Li Xunhuan and Kong Rong were left at a table.

Li Xun Huan suddenly asked: "You seem very weird today?"

Kong Rong raised his head and smiled at him, "Really? Maybe I'm nervous too."

Li Xun Huan fixed his eyes and said calmly, "But you don't seem to be nervous."

Kong Rong was surprised: "Oh? Then what do I look like?"

Li Xun Huan pursed his lips and remained silent. After a long time, he suddenly stood up, took the jar of wine, came back, and said, "Since you're nervous, why not get drunk with me, maybe after a glass of wine, you won't feel any nervousness."

Kong Rong stared at the jar of wine in his hand and nodded in agreement.

The lights in the room were dim, and Kong Rong was holding a wine cup, his eyes dimmed with drunkenness.

Li Xun Huan filled his glass one after another, and asked him softly, "Are you still nervous?"

Kong Rong slapped his face away, stood up quickly, poured a full glass of wine on his head, and said vaguely: "Who, who is nervous! My name is not to be nervous!"

He wiped his face, and then put the empty wine cup into his mouth, "Huh? Why, why is the wine gone? Come on! Serve the wine for me! Beauty! Serve the uncle to change his clothes!"

Li Xun Huan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so he had to refill the wine glass for him, and condescendingly acted as his attendant, taking off his blouse for him.

Kong Rong squinted his eyes, kissed the neck of the landlord Li Xunhuan, and said, "Not bad, little girl, Xiangxiang! Can you sing a song? Can you touch eighteen! It doesn't matter." , don’t hide, brother won’t teach you!”

He suddenly grabbed Brother Xun Huan's hand and put it on his chest, "Is my brother's breasts big? Are they bigger than yours!" He stretched out his hand to grab Brother Xun Huan's as he spoke. Chest, "Fuck! It's bigger than my chest! It's shameless! I don't believe that your little bird can be bigger than your brother's big eagle!"

As he said that, his hands restlessly reached under Brother Xun Huan's body, but before he could touch what he didn't want to touch, his hands were tightly clamped behind his head.

"Damn! Let go of brother! Brother is a man! How can you be trampled on by such scum!" Kong Rong twisted his body and struggled desperately.

Li Xun Huan pushed him down on the table, still restraining his hands with one hand, and said, "Who is your man?"

When Kong Rong thought of his man, he couldn't help but take a deep breath, "I won't tell you that my man's name is Li Xunhuan! The fun-seeking Li, the little Li Xunhuan with a flying knife! Hmph!"

Li Xun Huan asked again: "Where is your man at the moment?"

Kong Rong rolled his dark eyes and said, "In Li Yuan!"

Li Xun Huan frowned: "Li Yuan?"

Kong Rong said: "Because he wanted to fight with Jing Wuming's husband, and Jing Wuming's husband was too insidious, so he secretly hid a lock of hair, and was seen by him, and then he left me as a heartless man. Ran!"

At the end, he couldn't help crying.

Li Xun Huan wiped the tears off his face for him, and asked him, "Where is the hair you mentioned at the moment?"

Kong Rong twisted his buttocks at him, and said, "I was afraid of being discovered by him, so I hid it secretly in my pants. It's so witty! I want to praise my wit!"

Regardless of what he said, Li Xun Huan tore off his pants and found a small box from inside.When I opened the box, there was indeed a strand of hair inside.

He asked, "Is this the hair you're talking about?"

Kong Rong nodded, "Yes!"

Li Xunhuan asked: "Whose hair is this?"

Kong Rong thought for a while and said, "It's Li Xunhuan's!"

Li Xun Huan poured another cup of wine into his mouth and asked, "Whose hair is this?"

Kong Rong was choked and coughed, and said vaguely, "Ghost hair!"

Li Xun Huan picked up the wine cup again.

Kong Rong quickly shook his head and begged for mercy, "No, no, it's not ghost hair! It's my hair!"

Li Xun Huan sighed, put down the wine cup silently, and asked him: "Why did Li Xun Huan go to Li Yuan? Could it be Lin Shiyin's hair? Could something happen to her?"

Kong Rong rolled his eyes and said, "That little bitch smashed the Happy Life Bodhisattva! It wasn't her that happened, it was Kong Rong! Because his pear couldn't get out! If the pear couldn't get out, he would smash it in his hand, smash it! It's about to rot in your hands, but this is the fruit of the fruit farmer's hard work, whether you eat it or not, it's there, no more, no less."

Li Xunhuan was going to fetch the wine cup again.

Kong Rong hurriedly said: "No, no, no! I mean my brother Xun Huan actually went to Sun Tuozi's shop to stop the killing. Without killing, there would be no war!"

Li Xun Huan pondered for a while but couldn't understand what he meant, so he couldn't help asking: "What killing? Whose killing?"

Kong Rong yelled: "Naturally he is a good friend from the past! A giant big man! Pass! Armor!"