Peony Overlord [Rebirth]

The man frowned, and his pair of pitch-black peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly to look at the man in front of him. His bottomless eyes seemed to be a pool of stagnant water, and there was a layer of ripples in a moment. He hooked his mouth, looked lazy, and said, "What little old man?" , it's your third son."

Chu Xinle gritted her teeth, laughed out loud, and said, "Yes, look at my memory, stabbing the King of Ghosts to death with one knife, who doesn't recognize the famous third son of the Xing family?"

Xing Yanhong is not stupid, he can naturally hear the words of admiration but contempt, he is not angry, but looks at Chu Xinle a little deeper, and said: "The third son is famous, you naturally know him, but I would like to ask Second Master Shi..." Xing Yanhong was so powerful that he suppressed Chu Xinle firmly so that he would not dare to tell lies, like a falcon narrowing its eyes and showing its sharp claws. , his throat would be cut in an instant, he said: "Little old man? Where did you come from?"

With just seven words, Chu Xinle was overwhelmed.

The heart beat faster, and the fingers hidden in the sleeves of the robe kept clenching. This body was so weak that it was contemptible. Chu Xinle laughed out loud, as if this problem was not a big deal. Her pair of Ruifeng eyes were full of affection, and the water-soluble mist was thick , said: "I also asked what the third son wanted to ask? Although the third son is young, but wearing black is really dull. I look old, so naturally I call you a little old man. What's wrong?"

Chu Xinle and Xing Yanhong looked at each other. He knew that at this moment, he must not have the slightest intention of shrinking back. Even if the eyes were full of hostility, he could not move away half a bit. Otherwise, he could not be sure whether Xing Yanhong would directly pull out his waist in the next moment. He stabbed him to death again with the knife. Thinking of this, he couldn't help feeling tight in his chest.

hiss---

Taking a deep breath from the bottom of my heart, I said to myself, "It really hurts."

Seeing that he didn't hide at all, Xing Yanhong returned to his frivolous look on his face, leaned closer, his eyes still did not move away, as if probing: "Your eyes are naturally beautiful and very attractive, but in your eyes, there is a pure It's a scheme, just like the enemy that the third son stabbed to death a year ago."

When Chu Xinle heard this, the smile on her face became even brighter, her eyes curled into smiles, and she said without hesitation: "Young Master San is really good at joking, and the King of Ghosts and I, one underground and one heavenly, are simply incomparable."

"Huh?" Xing Yanhong raised his eyebrows after hearing this, he couldn't figure out what he was thinking, nodded his head in agreement, and said, "Your third son has sharp eyes for taming eagles and wolves."

What he meant was that he had never looked away.

"Those three young masters are going to fall on my side today." Chu Xinle tilted her head to look at him, the dimples on her cheeks turned up, raised her finger to point to her own eyes, and said, "You missed me."

The four looked at each other tit-for-tat, and there was almost a murderous look between the two.

Thinking that he was about to explode, but the hostility in Xing Yanhong's eyes disappeared immediately, and he returned to his frivolous look, reached out and stroked Chu Xinle's messy hair behind his ear, leaning against his ear, and said: "Shi Jiaming, life is hard enough. "

The hot air rolls on the pinna, this is said lightly, but it hurts terribly when it hits the eardrum.

Chu Xin took a step back calmly, with a pitiful face, looked at Xing Yanhong, and said: "The third son has a good life. In the early years, he was doted on by his eldest brother and second sister. He went out to eat, drink and play, and was admired by many stars. Last year, he was stabbed again. Stabbing the ghost king of Qinchuan to death is even more famous and respected by others," Chu Xinle sighed bitterly, and the old god said: "I can't compare, although I have the title of the second son of the Shi family, but who doesn't know I'm just the concubine of a kitchen girl, so I can't compare to your third son, but the third son, I have a terrible life, if I'm not tough, I don't know how many times I will die."

"So, third son, don't be as knowledgeable as I am, and just pretend that you didn't see me, will it work?" Chu Xinle said softly.

The eyes are always bent, the dimples on the cheeks have not disappeared, soft words are the most seductive, and a pair of affectionate eyes can make people indulge in them. If you are not paying attention, the poisonous water will be choked in the mouth, and the internal organs will be corroded.

"I'm selling miserably with your third son here." Xing Yanhong smiled, his eyes passed Chu Xinle in front of him to look at the closing door, and said, "Think I can let you go?"

The sound insulation of the wooden boards in the house was poor, and the wooden stairs creaked from being trampled on. The sound of footsteps gradually approached, and the sound of knocking on the door came from the next room. In the blink of an eye, the door behind Chu Xinle was knocked.

"Shi Jiaming, that set won't work for your second son." Xing Yanhong brushed past him to open the door.

Chu Xin was delighted to see that he refused to take the hard way, and she didn't have any hidden weapons to defend herself, so she could only fight desperately, and rushed towards the window, hoping that the third son of the Xing family was a waste, and there was no time to recover.

His speed is extremely fast. In his previous life, when his brother taught him self-defense methods, he had been forcing him to practice speed. He said that the only thing in martial arts that can't be broken is speed, and it was the same when he was running away. As long as he was fast enough, he would have a chance of survival.

He stretched out his arms and rushed towards the large open window, with his palm on the wooden window frame, he was only one step away from jumping down and rushing into the crowd.

But it was still slow, he didn't expect that Xing Yanhong was more unpredictable than he imagined, he caught up with him in the blink of an eye, effortlessly, the eagle claws clasped his neck and shoulders, pulling him back abruptly.

Chu Xinle was shocked, this skill is absolutely extraordinary!

His back slammed into his hard chest, and the heat engulfed him like a flame, imprisoning him for a moment, licking and burning him.

Xing Yanhong chuckled softly in his ears, and whispered: "Little fox, I can't run away."

Eagles are best at catching foxes.

***

In Lin'an City, fallen leaves are everywhere, and when the autumn wind blows, dust is rolled up all over the ground.

A man in moon white with a slanted collar and wide sleeves walked in slowly from outside the city, holding a five or six-year-old little glutinous rice dumpling in his right hand, wearing a small gown with a collar and a collar, stretched out his small hand to grab Xing Qingzhang's fingers obediently , looking down at the brittle leaves pushed forward by the wind on the ground, walking step by step, chasing the naughty leaves and wanting to step on them.

The surrounding shouts came from far to near, and the fragrance overflowed, even the cold autumn wind was softened by the heat.

Xing Qingzhang knew that the two had entered the most prosperous Chang'an Street in Lin'an.

"Buy steamed stuffed buns - fragrant and big steamed stuffed buns - thin skin and delicious stuffing -"

"Come here—Jinchun Building is officially opened today—vegetarian dishes are half price! Meat dishes are [-]% off! Vintage wine Nurhong—drink two pots, get one free—"

Shouts came and went, people came and went crowded, someone bumped into Xing Qingzhang's thin shoulder, and left in a hurry without even saying an apology.

The leaves under Ping An's feet were crushed by these densely packed feet. He pouted his lips in annoyance. Just as his brother was hit, he turned his head and stared at the bloated and useless back. He just opened his mouth to avenge his injustice. Turning around to look at Xing Qingzhang, he closed his mouth resentfully and tightened his grip on Xing Qingzhang's hand.

The yelling sound covered up other things. This splendid scene seemed to be a thick layer of fog floating on the surface, covering up the real filth. Luxuriant together.

"Ping An, are there refugees here?" Xing Qingzhang's eyes drooped, and he looked carefully at the misty water inside, as if it was going to rain, but he couldn't see any light, it was dark and dead, and he stared straight at one point.

Ping An looked around, and through the people coming and going, he saw those ragged people squatting and lying in the corner, with a broken bowl with a chip in front of them.

His voice was immature, and the child's words were not clear, with a Lin'an accent on his mouth, he said, "There are, they are all nestled in corners, they look pitiful."

Ever since the Qinchuan Chu family was wiped out many years ago, the main city of Qinchuan has been left unattended. For a while, thieves and bandits have fled everywhere. The ordinary people’s homes are not at peace. Those ordinary people also left their hometowns and went south to Lin'an, which is the closest to Qinchuan, and it became their refuge.

Originally, when Chu Xinle returned to Qinchuan, he suppressed those rogues, and the people finally found peace. But last year, she was stabbed to death by her younger brother. Fengtian in the north of Sichuan was occupied, and the other big families turned a deaf ear.

Thinking of this, Xing Qingzhang couldn't help sighing. During the six years he was studying on Daming Mountain in Lin'an, the world was more chaotic than he expected.

The strength tightened suddenly, and Ping An suddenly grabbed Xing Qingzhang's hand, pulling back the person's consciousness, and said in a immature voice, "Brother, brother! Over there, someone is vomiting blood over there!"

"Take me there quickly." Xing Qingzhang's voice was cold, his behavior was light and cold, but when he heard Ping'an's words, he unconsciously raised his volume a little, and the anxiety in his words was not obvious, but Ping'an grew up by his side Big, Xing Qingzhang's emotions that don't change much, he can feel clearly.

Pingan responded, took small steps, quickened his pace, dodged to avoid layers of crowds, and pulled Xing Qingzhang into a corner.

The coughing sound was piercing, penetrated the bustling noise, and penetrated into Xing Qingzhang's ears. His eyes have been blind since he was a child, so his sense of touch and hearing have become extremely sensitive, but now the bustling street is full of people. And I don't want to touch outsiders, and I want to hide everywhere. The sense of touch and hearing is useless here, and I can only rely on safety.

Ping An consciously lifted up the skinny old man who fell to the ground with a cough, grabbed his skinny wrist and stretched it towards Xing Qingzhang. Pulse, said to Ping An: "Ping An, feed this old man the medicine that I boiled in the kettle."

The medicine was boiled with ganoderma lucidum and ginseng, which is still good in the mountains. Xing Qingzhang's body is not good when his bones are small. Whenever autumn comes and the weather turns cold, he is more likely to catch cold and fever. The medicine was specially prepared by the master for Xing Qingzhang.

"Brother, that medicine..."

"Take it out, hurry up." Xing Qingzhang directly interrupted Ping An's words.

Seeing that there were still a few people looking here, Ping An couldn't say anything more, so he pouted reluctantly, tied the rope and took the kettle off his neck, poured out some brown medicinal soup, and the bitter smell washed away immediately. When it comes out of the pot, it chokes people uncomfortable.He gave the old man a drink, and Xing Qingzhang took out the needle bag from his waist. Before Ping An dissuaded him, he administered a needle to the old man's neck, the back of the head and the top of the skull. On the toe of Ping An's small shoes, it was soaked in an instant, and Ping An was so frightened that he moved his feet back trembling, and retreated to Xing Qingzhang with a water bottle in his hand.

After vomiting blood, the man leaned back against the gray and mottled wall, gasping for breath.

Feeling that he was expulsing the congested blood in his throat, Xing Qingzhang pulled out the needle, put it back in the bag, put his right hand back into his sleeve, and asked: "Old man, as far as I know, the Yun family is in charge of Lin'an. For you to be wandering outside like this, the local yamen should also send someone to vacate the shelter and give you a place to go. Your illness is caused by the wind and cold. Now that it is autumn and the weather is getting colder, you need a place to live. "

Panting, the old man waved his hands stiffly, seemingly not seeing Xing Qingzhang's blindness, and said weakly: "Our family... a family... escaped from Qinchuan... .The daughter-in-law was snatched by the bandits...my son chased her...just...he didn't come back, and it rained heavily for several days on the road. My wife was not well. ...The two of us came to Lin'an...She didn't hold on, so she went...Now...Leave me alone." He coughed again, It was more violent than before, his face was flushed, and he said angrily: "Young man, don't worry about me...I won't live long, old man... The world is not peaceful now... The bandits are on the rise...the family is rotten...from Qinchuan to Lin'an...the corpses are everywhere...living...it's boring -"

The more he spoke, the more he became angry, impassioned, shaking his head to the sky and screaming, another mouthful of blood spewed out, the voice stuck in his throat, he kicked his legs straight, leaned back against the hard wall behind him, stirred up a layer of dust, and died without regret.

Ping An had never seen a dead person in the mountains, blinked his eyes and looked at the lifeless old man in front of him, grabbed the hem of Xing Qingzhang's clothes with both hands, swallowed his saliva, and buried his face in Xing Qingzhang's arms.

Xing Qingzhang has been half-kneeling on the ground, silent for a while, he stroked Ping An's head, smoothed his black hair, and said softly: "Ping An, we will not return to Jiuyuan, brother will take you here."

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