Little Ancestor, Marry Me

Chapter 19

Alluring night.

Ever since Tang Su fought with Fang Wenrui, he had been very preoccupied. It was rare that he didn't play around until midnight, but sat quietly in the room playing with his hidden weapons, thoughtful.

He is good at poison, and even Zhigui can't detect when he has moved his hands and feet, and he can easily infect people with poison with internal force during contact...

What is Fang Wenrui's background?

At the moment of the fight just now, although Tang Su spared three points of strength, that palm was not something a man in his early twenties could bear.

What's more, Tang Su still has a slight disadvantage.

That is to say... Tang Su's expression became more and more solemn, and Fang Wenrui's internal strength was at least 40 years old.

... can't beat it.bother.

The candle flame flickered faintly, most of one candle had been burned out, the lanterns crackled, and tears fell from a table of candles.

Tang Susi thought about it but couldn't find a solution. Thinking of Qing Yan's annoyed expression, he was irritated, but he had no choice but to throw away the concealed weapon angrily, blow out the candles, and lay on the bed looking at the bed curtains to continue thinking.

Liu Jun knelt and sat quietly in the room after dinner, took off the ice jade hair crown, and his white hair seemed to be the purest ice and snow on the top of Kunlun Mountain, scattered on his shoulders, and the warm candlelight covered him with a layer of white hair. The soft tulle is a bit less majestic than usual.

The black and white Taoist robe was also taken off and neatly folded aside.

The Qiushui long sword made of black iron lay quietly in front of him.

"..." Liu Jun was silent, stretching out his hand to caress the cold scabbard, delicately tracing the patterns on it with his fingertips.

This sword has been with him for more than ten years. I don't know how many vicious dogs and wolves have been killed in Jianghu.

When did the situation where I was hit by a trick before I even had time to pull out the sword today?

"Cracking Wind..." Liu Junze's snow-colored eyelashes drooped slightly, and whispered to the long sword, "Cracking Wind, am I too weak?"

Maybe it was too much reputation, which made me lose my heart, and was too arrogant.

The candlelight is almost exhausted, and the stars and shadows are sinking to the west.

However, Su Changliu was not sleepy at all, holding the pale yellow paper in his hand, his face was deeply worried like never before, and the center of his brows was almost knotted, making one can't help but want to smooth the center of his brows for him. He was a little worried.

The letter sent by Fang Wenrui has words on one side and pictures on the other.

The characters are very small, probably due to the limited size of the paper. Although the words are as simple as possible, they still almost cover the entire paper.

It almost clearly stated how the Wulin League planned to deal with Sujiazhuang, as well as the large and small forces involved in it and the approximate time.

The painting on the other side...is clearly the layout of Sujiazhuang. The places that have been specially marked are all the main exits of Sujiazhuang, which have been nailed by the Wulin League.

...Fang Wenrui stated in his letter that if the Wulin League failed to force him alone, he would force him with the lives of ordinary people in Sujiazhuang.

A few days ago, the Martial Arts League was really watching closely, and he didn't find the opportunity to write a letter until today.

Su Changliu's eyes were gloomy, he silently tightened his hands, his heart was burning with anger, the already fragile piece of paper wrinkled and cracked in his hands.

The so-called decent gentleman in the world is nothing more than that.

"Cough, cough, cough!" Su Changliu suddenly covered his mouth and coughed violently with one hand propped on the table, blood was faintly visible between his fingers.

When he regained his breath, Su Changliu silently withdrew his hand. Under the candlelight, the blood on his palm was shocking.

Su Changliu slightly raised the corners of his lips, and murmured as if mocking himself: "This body is really..."

After reading the letter carefully, every single word, every single stroke, every stroke was engraved clearly in his mind.

Su Changliu held the letter between two fingers, and put the letter on the candle flame, the orange flame of the candle wick devoured the thin paper in an instant.Su Changliu let go of his hand lightly, and the letter fell off and fell to the ground, wrapped in flames, turning into ashes, and the candlelight reflected in his eyes danced erratically.

Then let's see who can win.

Ren Yun stood alone in the night, wearing black clothes that almost blended into the night, and some faint starlight was faintly reflected in his blue pupils.

Surrounded by strange rocks, there is a small open space in the middle, there is no moon tonight, the sky is dark, and there are occasional biting night winds, but Ren Yun seems to be a statue, standing there motionless.

The figure of a white-feathered flying bird stood quietly on the strange rock, tilting its head somewhat cutely, looking at Ren Yun with a pair of eyes.

After reading the letter, Ren Yun shook the letter paper in his hand into powder with a low laugh, and let it dissipate with the night wind.

That being the case, then let the Wulin League settle this account first. As for you, I will settle the account with you after the matter is resolved.

Then Ren Yun raised his hand slightly, and the bird fell into his palm obediently, lowered his head, buried his beak under his wings, and combed its soft feathers.

Ren Yun stretched out a finger and gently stroked the thin feathers on the bird's neck, then stuffed another roll of paper into the metal ring on the bird's leg, and said softly: "Go." With his hand, the bird spread its wings and flew high in an instant, turning into a little white in the night.

Ren Yun quietly watched the bird go away, and there was a smile that was extremely gentle and gentle on that somewhat exotic face, as gentle as water, as if it would make people drown in it. In a gentle smile like a pool of spring water.

The deep eyes were as cold as three feet of ice, mixed with a strong killing intent, which made people shudder.

I will accept the strongholds of the three cities first.

After the killing intent dissipated, Ren Yun lowered his head, and slowly removed the white cloth strip Tang Su had made in his hand.

The wound that had already deteriorated had healed to the point where only a faint trace remained.

Dawn breaks in the east, and a ray of light shines on the world.

The back hill of Sujiazhuang became lively again.

There were not many young people left from yesterday, and it took less than two hours for the screening to be completed. There were 33 people left, including Tang Su.

Tang Su said, very good, I was full of anger yesterday and had no place to vent, so I will be more ruthless today.

The final competition began, and the people on the high platform drank tea and looked at the energetic young man on the stage, and smiled with relief. The future of martial arts depends on them.

However, when the third person was beaten so badly by Tang Su that his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, he was half dead and almost rolled off, there was silence in the arena.

Among the people who advanced, there were many proud disciples of famous families. I thought that since the famous devil in the world is here, and I am the one who entered the finals, my martial arts must not be bad.

Maybe he can clean up this evil leader who doesn't know what to do, and add another color to his reputation in the world.

The first three disciples who impulsively wanted to establish their own fame were already lying on the sidelines.

Tang Su finished beating the three people, most of the anger was vented, and his mood improved a lot. The corners of his eyes slightly bent, looked at the rest of the people with a smile, and said softly: "Who is next?"

Obviously he is a jade-faced boy with a good-looking smile, but at the moment, no one appreciates him on the court. He just feels panicked looking at the smiling Tang Su, and no one steps forward to respond to Tang Su's words.

"No?" Tang Su asked.

A young man in Tsing Yi with two daggers hanging from his waist gritted his teeth, took a step forward, cupped his fists respectfully, and said earnestly, "Please enlighten me, Mr. Tang."

Although there is a danger of being beaten badly, there are not many opportunities to fight against people from the Tang Sect. The young man doesn't seem to want to give up this rare good opportunity.

Tang Su looked at the young man, his eyebrows and eyes curved like crescent moons, and said with a smile, "Finally, a good talker came... um, good boy?"

The young man froze for a moment, as if he didn't realize the meaning of Tang Su's words.

Tang Su laughed, looked at the doctor who was busy treating the three people off the court, and said with a smile: "Although I did vent my anger on them just now, if they speak as politely as you, it won't be so flattering I hate it, maybe I'll hit it a little lighter."

The young man thought for a while, and all three of those people just said that they were the scourge of a demon, and they all spoke with contempt and hatred.

...Could it be because of this?

Before the boy had time to figure it out, Tang Su stood in the center of the arena in two steps, and gestured to the boy: "Come on, just do your best."

The young man took a deep breath, stepped onto the stone platform, put his daggers out of the scabbard in front of him, with one foot in front, his knees slightly bent, his body pressed down like an arrow ready to go, and there was a solemn expression between his brows , looking at Tang Su quietly.

Tang Su backhanded with a smile and drew out the short knife at the back of his waist. He turned the knife in his hand and then the blade was facing outward. He stood there with his feet slightly apart, and said silently with his lips slightly parted, "Come on."

"Offended." As soon as the young man finished speaking, he stomped his foot on the ground and flew out like a sharp arrow. The dagger in his hand was waving like the wind, and he arrived in front of Tang Su in an instant. One knife swung towards Tang Su's throat, and the other towards Tang Su's lower abdomen.

Tang Su didn't block, but Wei Yi made a light backflip to dodge, and two pointed darts followed the trend, delaying the boy's second attack.

Then Tang Su swung the knife with his right hand to open the dagger coming from in front of him, and flipped three thin darts with his left hand to open the boy's other hand.

"Slow." Tang Su said, turning the blade of the knife to face the young man, his body sticking to the young man's attack like a ghost.

The young man did not retreat but advanced, and the dagger in his hand became more and more aggressive, but a few beads of sweat oozed from the corner of his forehead.

The basic skills are very good, but the experience is too little.Tang Su said silently in his heart.

Luo Diheng looked at the audience indifferently, showing no joy or anger, but his eyes were deep.

"Leader." Min Yuan did not know when he arrived here, and saluted Luo Diheng respectfully, "The arrangements have been made."

Luo Diheng nodded slightly: "Well, do your job well, and the Wulin League will help you."

"It's an honor to be used by the Wulin League." Min Yuan smiled.

Luo Diheng just hummed, didn't say any more, and looked at the field quietly. The majesty between his brows that cannot be ignored made people feel awe. Min Yuan saluted again and retreated.

Luo Diheng tapped on the armrest of the chair with his knuckles. Fang Wenrui felt that something was getting worse and worse recently. Although he didn't make any big moves and the various matters entrusted to him were handled well, but...

Luo Diheng frowned slightly, and glanced at Fang Wenrui on the high platform not far away.

Always feel a little uneasy.

"Leader! Leader!" A middle-aged man wrapped in a blue scarf ran up the high platform in a panic. The elders couldn't help frowning slightly, as if they were very dissatisfied with this man's panic.

"What's the matter?" Luo Diheng said coldly.

The middle-aged man ran to Luo Diheng out of breath, leaned over and whispered.

After Luo Diheng listened, his face was suddenly covered with black clouds.

Baihua City, the stronghold of the Wulin League in Hanshan City, was massacred overnight, and no one survived.

"Have you found out who it is?"

The middle-aged man faltered, Luo Diheng glanced coldly, and the middle-aged man bowed his head and said, "Reporting to the leader, this subordinate is incompetent... But, I have a general guess..."

"Say."

"...It is not the work of the various factions in the Central Plains."

Luo Diheng stopped tapping his hand on the armrest.

Tang Su looked at the person who had just stood up in front of him, rubbed his chin with his fingertips, slightly curved his eyes, and looked at the host with a smile: "I admit defeat."

The crowd was in an uproar.

The host was taken aback for a moment, and said doubtfully, "Young Master Tang, this..."

"I'm tired of fighting, so I won't fight anymore." Tang Su waved his hand and left the game without looking back.

Everyone watched Tang Su leave the stage, and the girls on the stage were also stunned, no one expected this.

"Qingyan—" Tang Su walked back to the high platform slowly, yawned lazily, sat beside Su Changliu, and said, "I'm exhausted."

Su Changliu couldn't help laughing: "I think you had a great time. Speaking of it..."

Su Changliu paused slightly, and said with a smile, "Why didn't Ren Yun follow you today?"

"Him?" Tang Su lazily nestled in the chair, stretched out his hand to pick up the tea beside him and took a sip to moisten his throat, "He said he has something to do."

Su Changliu nodded slightly, stroking the pitch-black guqin by his side with his fingertips, as if he was thinking about something.

After noon, the leader of this year's postgraduates was finally elected, and after the usual compliments and rewards, it was time for the next stage.

The rare martial arts league, almost all the people in the martial arts come to participate, and there are even some out-of-world experts who are elusive.

If you want to get advice from them one or two times, now is the best opportunity.

Although there is no explanation, everyone agrees that being challenged cannot be refused. If there is a malicious challenge to the weak, someone from the Wulin League will come forward to deal with it.

If he refuses, he will lose face of the Wulin League.

After explaining the rules as usual, the host reminded the challengers not to provoke some eccentric people. If these people accidentally kill your life, the Wulin League will not be able to help you, so I would like to ask all the experts to show mercy .

After speaking, the host announced the beginning.

"I'll come first!"

A young man in his early twenties jumped up and landed firmly on the platform. A long sword suddenly came out of its sheath and pointed directly at the high platform of the Kunlun School. The young man said coldly, "Kunlun School, Mr. Liu!"

Tang Su raised his eyebrows, looked at the young man with interest, then looked at Su Changliu, and asked, "Is there something wrong with this man and Zhi Gui?"

Su Changliu pondered for a moment, then shook his head: "I don't know, I haven't cared about things in the martial arts for a long time, and Zhigui never said anything about it."

Bai Qi had guessed that the young master might want to know something long ago when the young man was talking about Liu Junze, so he got off the high platform and wandered around in the crowd, and came back after a while, and said softly: "Master, this person last time It is the No.2 of the Wulin League."

In the last Martial Arts League, Liu Jun won the championship. This person should be dissatisfied, and he has been holding back for six years and wants to get rid of his shame.

"Want to be ashamed?" Tang Su laughed, "I think he's bringing shame on himself."

On the field, Liu Jun had already flown down from the high platform, with his wide sleeves stretched out like flying wings, his white hair was as white as the snow, like a fairy in the sky, he landed in the field with a cold expression, watching the young man quietly.

"Please enlighten me!" The young man said coldly, turning the long sword in his hand, it buzzed like a white rainbow piercing the sun and attacked Liu Junze.

Quick sword.

Everyone's eyes are brightened, it's worth seeing!

Hearing only the crisp metallic sound of swords clashing, Jun Liu Lie Feng had unsheathed at some point, and stood firmly in front of him, blocking the young man's sword.

one move.

The young man's eyes were slightly red, it was like this back then, exactly the same, it made him lose face in the sect.

The internal force circulated, the young man wanted to press down the blade, but the Lie Feng held by Liu Jun did not move for a moment, the young man only felt an evil fire mixed with anger, shame and unwillingness that had burned all his internal organs, he gritted his teeth and retreated suddenly.

Then the young man flicked his wrist, the body of the sword bent faintly like the body of a snake, the tip of the sword was like the mouth of a poisonous snake, the sword was as fast as lightning, his body was as fast as a phantom, the tip of the sword was wrapped in a stern sword energy, and it aimed straight at Liu Jun to kill him.

Liu Jun remained motionless, with a swipe of the cracking wind in his hand, a cold light flashed, his internal energy was concentrated on the sword, faintly visible the sword's air flow, and the sound of gold and stone, instantly knocked open the youth's long sword.

Two strokes.

Before the young man could react, Liu Jun took a slight step forward, his snow-colored long hair fluttering slightly without the wind, and the split wind stepped in again in an instant, and the long sword in the young man's hand was lifted flying.

Three tricks.

Liu Jun slowly withdrew the cracking wind, and the eyebrows that were three points more than the exiled immortals seemed to be condensed with the flying snow of a thousand years, and the evil warding cinnabar between the eyebrows did not add half of the color, but made people more indifferent , looked up at the young man and said, "The winner has been decided."

Afterwards, Liu Jun saluted the young man, and returned to the high platform of the Kunlun School leisurely.

Sitting on the railing of the high platform, Tang Su swayed his legs, looking surprised, he turned around with a smile and said, "I'll just say it, I'll shame myself."

Su Changliu coughed twice, just finished drinking the concoction Cui Zhu sent, took a sip of tea, nodded slightly, and said with a smile: "Yes."

Next, a few people from the rivers and lakes came up to challenge, most of them chose some seniors with gentle personality and high martial arts skills to guide themselves, and the scene was very harmonious for a time.

Tang Su sat down after eating the sweet-scented osmanthus cake made by Li Niang sent by Cui Zhu, and felt that his mouth was filled with the sweet and fragrant taste of the sweet-scented osmanthus.

Another person stepped up to the high platform.

This person was carrying a long knife, a gray robe with arrow sleeves, eight feet long, imposing manner, and looked like he was in his 20s. He stood quietly in the arena. The young master of the Su Family Village, Su Changliu!"