into delusion

A few words were spoken crisply, with a hidden voice of gold and jade.However, Yao Lang has been famous for several years, and he has done things that destroy people's reputation. There are not a few people who have hatred against him, and a man on the opposite side cursed angrily: "The prostitute, even if you turn into a gray old man, I can still recognize you! If it weren't for you, a bitch, to seduce Yuniang, how could she have dyed my head green, I hate that she only killed the prostitute, but failed to kill you, the adulterer!"

These words were spoken hoarsely, and several men around the man clenched the hilts of their knives, looking like they were fighting against each other, but the man who was identified as Yao Lang twitched his lips: "Just look like this, Mrs. Zun finds a new love That's normal."

"I fuck you..." The man cursed furiously, but the curse didn't stop, suddenly there were two hoots in his throat, and a puddle of blood spurted out of his cavity.

Shen Yan raised his eyebrows in surprise, it was not difficult to see with his eyesight that the man actually took the other party's life with a broken piece of silver.

With a clatter, all the savages around the man backed up a few steps, and looked at the companion who fell on the ground in horror, but this was different from what they said, isn't Yao Lang a flower picker?How could it be possible to kill someone casually.

But the young man in black said again calmly: "I'm not Yao Lang."

Why did you kill him? !I don't know how many people cursed from the bottom of their hearts, but in front of the brother's sudden death, their martial arts are in the middle of Zhongbo, so going up at this time is also courting death.One of them made a decisive decision and snorted coldly: "Today's 'favor' will be repaid in full in the future! Let's go!"

This can be regarded as the usual way of admitting defeat in the arena. The so-called losing is not losing, whether you can get revenge is the second thing, and you must not lose your own momentum.However, upon hearing this, the man in black smiled lightly: "There will be no reform."

As the words fell to the ground, the man suddenly turned into a black shadow and rushed towards them.This time, everyone was so shocked that their faces turned pale. The situation was not going well just now, so why did they suddenly explode and hurt people, and they couldn't stop dying!However, with the knife resting on their necks, it is impossible to sit still and wait for death, and the faces of several people also showed fierce expressions, and they fought desperately.

It's just that no matter how brave the sheep are, they can't subdue the tiger.I saw the black shadow in the arena erratic, every move was life-threatening, although he didn't use many moves, but the moves fell on the vital points.Shen Yan couldn't help being stunned, it wasn't about how strong the man's swordsmanship was, or how deep his inner strength was, but about his ghostly gait, his superb lightness kung fu, and his body shape was even more sinister, but it wasn't like that. The way of evil spirits who are keen to torture their opponents is just evil and cruel.

Not a moment later, several people turned into corpses.The man didn't look at the corpses under his feet, he walked two steps forward and looked in the direction of Shen Yan's feet.

"What about your Excellency?"

Killed several people, but this man didn't even splash a drop of blood on his body, the sword in his hand was sheathed, and he looked like a handsome young man again, but there was a trace of gloom between his brows, which made his eyes even more hostile.

Shen Yan smiled: "I was just passing by, and I happened to see this one."

Shen Yan is a prodigal son, and the prodigal son is best at smiling innocently. His slender eyes are slightly curved, and there are a few laugh lines under his eyes. He looks harmless to humans and animals.The man obviously didn't expect the other party to answer like this, so he couldn't help but sneer: "Is the show good?"

"I'm curious when someone like you appeared in the world." Shen Yan touched his chin and answered honestly.Then he asked curiously, "What's your relationship with Yao Lang?"

This question is sincere.Although this person is not Yao Lang, he should look very similar to Mr. Yumian, otherwise the group of people just now wouldn't have stuck here in the middle of the night and made trouble.A few days ago, I had just been framed by someone under false pretences. How could I not make him very curious when I met a person who was also unrecognizable.

It's just this question that didn't get an answer.

Seeing the unkind expression of the person in front of him, Shen Yanhun grinned nonchalantly: "My name is Shen Yan, may I ask your honorable name?"

The young man in black looked Shen Yan up and down before saying, "Yan Mo."

Being called a prodigal son, a good-for-nothing ghost, and shunned by many people who are afraid of trouble, Shen Yan's reputation in the Jianghu is naturally not inferior to others. When talking about his name, he is a little imperceptibly aloof.The hazy moonlight gathered on him, making that handsome face even more dusty, and strangely carried a bit of unhappiness that was completely opposite to his appearance, as if it was totally incompatible with this world.

Although there are not many friends around, Shen Yan definitely has a good eye for people, and she likes to make friends with some weird people.If possible, he would like to make friends with this Mr. Yan in front of him.

Unfortunately, today is not the time.

Sighing, Shen Yan smiled apologetically: "I still have some things to do today, so I will leave first. If we meet again in the future, I will treat you to a glass of good wine."

After saying this, he didn't stay any longer, and once again drifted away to the distance, and disappeared at the end of his sight after a few ups and downs.Looking at the other person's back, Yan Mo moved his fingertips slightly, suddenly feeling absurdly laughing wildly.Although he is not bloodthirsty in this life, he is not interested in letting go of those stupid people who dare to twitch their beards without knowing their tricks. Taking people's lives depends on the occasion and mood.High-ranking officials of the Han people, rebel soldiers from the Tartars, comrades in the martial arts... Layers of blood were exchanged for the nickname "Yan Mo".However, his fierce reputation in Lianghuai and Shu could not even change a single surprise.No one knows his name, no one knows his achievements, and there are no more than a thousand disciples under his command.Today, he only has a messy skin that doesn't belong to him, and a stigma all over his body.

Coming from Kaiyang City, Yan Mo has encountered such night raids more than a few times, sometimes the attackers are inferior in martial arts, and sometimes there are many strong fighters, but no matter who they are, they refuse to believe that he is not that "Yao Lang", The internal injuries on his body are recovering, but the depression in his chest has nowhere to disperse.Walking through this absurd world, maybe he is really going to be enchanted and forget his own nature, but today, someone can tell at a glance that he is not Yao Lang, and that there is someone else under this skin...

A passer-by who calls himself a spectator.A passerby who saw him murder and sincerely invited him to drink.

How ridiculous!

Taking a deep breath, Yan Mo strolled back to those corpses. With a flick of the scabbard, the purse at one person's waist fell into his hand. It weighed dozens of taels, and he didn't know this person What exactly do you do for a living.According to his recent observations, salt, iron, horses, and wine can be sold at will here. Without official restrictions, naturally there will be no forces such as the Haisha Gang, the Giant Whale Gang, and the Long Wave Gang to separate the north and the south.The menace of the Mongolian iron hoof is gone, and the morals of this world seem to be falling apart, and there is no longer a decisive sect to condense, and some are just "famous families", which are the foundations passed down for generations.

The hostility in his eyes flickered, and finally disappeared, Yan Mo glanced at the corpse on the ground, and walked towards the outside of the courtyard.Now that you are born in this absurd world, you should no longer be timid and hesitant to move forward.Now it seems that there are not a few people chasing this skin, let's start with them...

As the night darkened, the black clothes gradually blended into the darkness.

Compared with Yan Mo, Shen Yan's luck seems to be a bit worse.Because he stopped to watch the fight, the pursuers who were far behind unexpectedly came up and blocked his way in the woods outside the city.The first monk clasped his hands together and bowed to Shen Yan: "Poor monk Shaolin Zhixin. Benefactor Shen, the abbot is here to invite you to walk with us."

In fact, the Great Monk Kuyuan is not a Shaolin monk, but a wandering monk from a small temple all year round. He has practiced the Vajra Dharma, and he likes holding a staff to protect the Dharma.Shen Yan has known him for several years, and knows that the monk is pedantic, but the monk is a good monk, not afraid of trouble, and often stays by Shen Yan's side to solve those annoying troubles with him.Shen Yan had too few friends, and such a good friend was even rarer. This time the monk died unexpectedly, so how could he not spend all his efforts to find the real culprit.

It's just that some people think that the real culprit is him, the prodigal son himself.

Shen Yan smiled, and shook her head lightly: "To tell the truth, Master, I really can't get away recently. I'm afraid I can't keep up with the invitation from Abbot Huixin. When the matter at hand is finished, I will definitely kiss Shaolin to apologize."

As the abbot of Shaolin, Huixin shouldn't have taken over this case, but Kuyuan and Huixin are close friends, and the person who witnessed the scene this time was Wang Hu, the master of the Golden Knife Gate. Therefore, Abbot Huixin took the responsibility of mediation and wanted to personally Check the case.Regarding Abbot Huixin's character, Shen Lang was naturally at ease. Being invited to Shaolin was precisely because of Huixin's good intentions. If he was indeed framed, no one could help him get rid of his crimes better than Abbot Shaolin.

However, this kindness is something he can't accept now.He has already shouldered the responsibility of Gan Sanlang's case. If no results are found within a month, Taoist Tianmen and Gan Sanlang may have a life-and-death battle.No one can understand Gan Sanlang's temper and martial arts better than Shen Yan, Tianmen Taoist is not a good person, if he loses his friend's life because of this matter, he may not be able to sleep peacefully for the rest of his life.

And the death of Kuyuan made Shen Yan's heartstrings tense even more, as if he had been caught in an invisible net, and the circle after circle of movements made him restless and had nowhere to focus.If we can't find a way to break the situation, we don't know how many innocent people will be involved.At this moment, how could he sit comfortably in Shaolin.

But these words can't be told to others.

Seeing that Shen Yan had no intention of returning to the temple at all, Zhidao said Amitabha Buddha, stood still with his feet one behind the other, and stretched out a pair of fleshy palms.

"Benefactor Shen, I've offended you."

The author has something to say: I was so busy yesterday that I didn’t save my manuscript, I didn’t save my manuscript, I’m so worried QAQ

Continue to write in the afternoon...By the way, I will report a good news. The goddess of the Wo family has finished drawing the cover of Jianxiu Di. I will wait for Wo to find a picture shop to make a cover, and I can open a custom one. If you are interested, you can poke Wodi Weibo, play in the column yes =w=

Thanks to Xiao and Junge for feeding mines, and Long Ye and Ah Fu for feeding drops of nutrient solution, happy to rub >333