Nightwatcher

Today, Sanxianfang, which was supposed to be overcrowded, was cleared.

Ling Yun was standing by the side of the street, wearing a dark undershirt, wearing an iron sword, standard and ordinary attire from Jiang Hu.

In fact, Yueshi Villa would send disciples to sneak into the town every day to inquire about information and observe every move of the people from the rivers and lakes gathered here.

Today's job should have been done by other disciples, but Ling Yun took the job over, and Xu Yinluo's "hand-picked" job, he would be anxious to anyone who dared to rob him.

The person Ling Yun admires and admires the most is Xu Yinluo.

I used to practice in the sect, and I had respect, or awe, for the head of the Tao and the elders, but this is different from admiration.

He went around the town and found out an important piece of information. He invited the Wulin League in Sanxianfang to talk about the demons of Dizong and the mysterious gang of the imperial court.

They cleared the venue domineeringly, but they didn't seem to care about the conversation being overheard, so they let the troublemakers stand on the street downstairs to join in the fun.

They must have been secretly discussing how to deal with the villa. Lingyun held his breath and focused his ears to catch the conversation on the second floor.

On the second floor where the watchtower was built, there were three groups of guests sitting clearly, one table was a Taoist priest in feather clothes, his hair was combed meticulously, and his eyes contained deep malice.

Looking around, it makes people tremble.

At one table are mysterious people wrapped in black robes and wearing black iron masks. The leader is wearing a golden mask. It was this group of people who pulled the artillery and bombed the Yueshi Villa this morning.

A table was full of beautiful women, one of them was particularly brilliant, with a light gauze covering her face, and a pair of eyes looking forward to shine like autumn water.

The perfect body proportions make her figure better than other women present.

"Aren't there any men in the Wulin League? Send a group of women to speak up." The middle-aged Taoist priest with blue lotus embroidered on his chest sneered.

Lan Lian's gaze was always wandering around the woman's enchanting and plump figure, without concealing his covetousness and malice.

It's clear that Dizong's evil ways are bad.

The landlord of Wanhualou, Xiao Yuenu.

She held a small silver bone fan in her bare hand, squinted her eyes, and said in a clear and cold tone: "I have something to say. If you look around again, I will dig out your eyeballs and make plum wine."

Daoist Lanlian let out a hey, instead of being afraid, he became more and more unscrupulous, and almost ignored the provocation.

"Heh, threatening this group of lunatics will only make things worse." The man in black robe wearing a golden mask let out a hoarse laugh.

Holding a porcelain bowl in his hand, which contained plum wine, while playing with the bowl, he said, "Since we agreed to form an alliance, why did Mo Ge quit halfway? We need an explanation from the Wulin League."

Xiao Yuenu said lightly: "All sects under the Wulin League are independent. Mo Ge's own decision has nothing to do with the Wulin League."

Lan Lian said with a sneer: "This is the explanation of the Wulin League?"

Rong Rong, the hand of ecstasy, couldn't help but said angrily: "The Wulin League has the rules of the Wulin League, it's not your turn to speak up."

Lan Lian gave her a deep look with malicious eyes.

Snapped!

The small silver-bone fan suddenly unfolded, blocking Rongrong's face.

Xiao Yuenu's shot looked extremely abrupt, as if he had miscalculated the opponent and blocked the air. Several female elders in Wanhualou were keenly aware of an invisible force and were stopped by the landlord.

Xiao Yuenu's beautiful eyes widened, furious: "If your Dizong wants to turn against my martial arts alliance, Xiao Yuenu will accompany you to the end."

Daoist Lan Lian snorted and looked away.

Rong Rong, who didn't know that she had walked around the ghost gate, sat blankly with a stiff face. After a few seconds, she realized that cold sweat soaked her back.

"It's not just Moge, if I'm not mistaken, there will be several schools that will withdraw from the competition tomorrow." Xiao Yuenu said lightly:

"You should know that Xu Yinluo has entered the Yueshi Villa. He has a high status in the hearts of the people in the world and the common people. Mo Ge does not want to be an enemy of him."

Lan Lian said in a deep voice: "I'm afraid it's not just that he doesn't want to be his enemy, I heard that some people in the Wulin League intend to protect Xu Qi'an."

This is the real reason why Dizong and the black-robed man invited Wulinmeng to come here.

The black-robed man wearing a golden mask snorted: "I hope that Lord Xiao will tell Chairman Cao to restrain his subordinates after he returns, and don't drag the entire Wulin League down for a few black sheep."

Xiao Yuenu sneered: "Are you threatening the Wulin League?"

She realized that something was wrong, the people of Dizong were too jealous of Yueshi Villa, logically speaking, even with the support of Li Miaozhen, Xu Qi'an and others, given the current situation, the opponent's chances of winning were too small.

Regardless of the crushing fourth-rank powerhouse, just relying on the head of the Dizong Dao, he can almost sweep the Yueshi Villa, even though it is just a clone.

Di Zong seemed unwilling to be withdrawn, and was eager to strengthen his own strength. Does this mean that there are super masters hidden in Yueshi Villa, which made Di Zong so afraid, and tried his best to join forces with Xiao Yuenu, thinking in his heart.

At this time, someone suddenly heard someone tut-tsk: "A mere Xu Qi'an is worth wasting your tongue here?"

Accompanied by the sound of footsteps stepping on the stairs, at the top of the stairs, a handsome young man in a white robe and jade belt came up first. Then came two tower-like giants, wearing bamboo hats and black robes.

Daoist Lanlian looked back, and said viciously: "Where did you come from, dare to disturb this deity's discussion."

Brother Baipao squinted his eyes, and said flatly: "Left envoy, slap your mouth!"

As soon as the words fell, the giant iron tower man on the left suddenly disappeared, and then, loud applause came from the hall on the second floor.

"click"

The wooden planks laid on the ground broke, half of Lan Lian Daozhang's face was embedded in the cracked wooden floor, bleeding from all seven orifices.

The pupils of Xiao Yuenu and the man wearing the golden mask shrank slightly, the former clenched the silver fracture fan tightly, and the latter held down the handle of the knife.

The disciples of Dizong stood up with a clatter, and stared at the three white-robed young masters with malicious eyes.

"Not dead not dead not dead"

The white-robed young master waved his hands again and again, smiling, "It's just a punishment for him. My servants are very measured, so you can rest assured."

He was always smiling when he spoke, with a supercilious arrogance.

Such a person is either an empty-headed dandy, or has enough confidence.

The white-robed man's eyes fell on Xiao Yuenu's body, his eyes lit up suddenly, and he walked over at a leisurely pace while rubbing his jade finger.

During the process, he brushed past a black-robed man wearing a golden mask. The black-robed man moved his fingers a few times, as if he wanted to draw his sword to make a surprise attack, but in the end he chose to give up.

The white-robed man twitched his lips, sneered and mocked, and crossed this table to meet Yingying Yanyan's.

"When I came to Jianzhou, I sent someone to inquire about the customs of Jianzhou. The rivers and lakes in Jianzhou are really boring, like a pool of stagnant water. But the rivers and lakes in Jianzhou are very interesting because there is a Wanhualou.

"It's said that Xiao Yuenu, the landlord of Wanhualou, is a rare beauty, a rare beauty, tsk tsk, well-deserved reputation, well-deserved reputation."

What the white-robed man said next made everyone in Wanhualou twitch and rage.

"This trip to Jianghu is over, I will take Master Xiao back, there is just a lack of a concubine's room in the room."

Rongrong's master suddenly stood up, with a gloomy expression, and slapped the white-robed young master's chest vigorously.

Brother Baipao raised his hand, and hit her wrist just right, so that the palm with deep energy hit the beam and the tile.

In the splash of broken wood and broken tiles, he reached out and fished the beautiful woman into his arms, tsk-tsk said: "I'm a little older, but the charm is still there. I like women like you."

Before Xiao Yuenu made a move, he accepted it as soon as he saw it, and retreated decisively, leaving behind the beautiful woman who was ashamed and indignant.

"I'm here to form an alliance."

He restrained his exaggerated smile, revealing a bit of the majesty and calmness infiltrated by the aristocratic family.

"Alliance?"

The man in black robe wearing a golden mask asked back.

"I want lotus seeds, and I want Qi'an's dog's life."

Brother Baipao smiled and said, "You don't dare to offend him, I dare! Barefoot is not afraid of wearing shoes. I am barefoot now, no matter how high his image is in the hearts of the people."

"What are you going to do?" the man in black said with interest.

Brother Baipao didn't say a word, he strode to the side of the viewing platform, put his hands on the guardrail, and said, "Everyone listen"

The sound waves rolled, immediately attracting troublemakers gathered around, as well as residents of the town.

Brother Baipao stretched out his left hand, "Sword box!"

The Zuo Shi silently handed over a small, dark square box.

"Young master, that person's soul fluctuation is several times stronger than that of ordinary warriors, and he is a member of the Dizong sect in the Yuezhi Villa." The left envoy lowered his voice.

Brother Baipao followed his gaze and glanced at Ling Yun who had disguised himself. He ignored him, opened the box, twisted out a small sword like a thin needle, and flicked it with his fingers.

The small sword flipped over and became bigger and bigger, turning into a three-foot green sharp edge, biting into the bluestone-paved street.

Streams of cold sword intent overflowed, declaring its identity: magic weapon.

Brother Baipao announced: "Whoever can cut off Xu Qi'an's arm will be rewarded with a magic weapon. If two arms are cut off, two handles will be rewarded. If four limbs are cut off, four handles will be rewarded."

While speaking, he flicked out the long swords, nailing them one by one in the middle of the street.

All eyes were fixed on the four staggered instruments, like a magnet meeting a steel nail, and they could no longer move away.

Brother Baipao made a final decision: "Whoever can cut off Xu Qi'an's head, this whole box of magic tools is his."

The street is fried.

But the white-robed son turned around and returned to the table, looking around with a smile on his face. The astonished expressions on the faces of the Wanhualou women made the smile on his mouth widen.

He stared at the man in black, then looked up at Taoist Master Lanlian who had already awakened, and said lightly: "Scattered people in Jianghu value nothing more than resources, and I will send resources to them now. Will he respect Xu Qi'an?

"Would you still be afraid of him? Would you still dare not offend him? No casual cultivator can resist the temptation of magic weapons. I know, including you."

Xiao Yuenu said coldly: "What's the point of your doing this?"

Loose people in Jianghu can't kill a master who has cultivated the magic of Vajra.

The white-robed young master shrugged his shoulders, and said in a relaxed tone: "Didn't Xu Qi'an read a line of poetry, he could not bear to watch the little girl become a newcomer, and went to the ring in anger before making a move. This is my answer."

Does he have a grudge against Xu Qi'an? Xiao Yuenu was stunned. She glanced at Taoist Master Lan Lian of the Dizong, and was shocked to find that the other party had restrained his malice and refused to retaliate.

It seems that Dizong is really afraid of Yueshi Villa.

The man in black showed a smile, it seems that everyone's goal is the same.

Mr. Xu's enemy is here? One of his followers could easily injure the fourth-rank Daoist Lanlian. He regarded the magic weapon as dung and realized that this white-robed young man who suddenly appeared in the town was a terrifying and powerful enemy.

He quietly backed up a dozen steps, then turned around, intending to leave.

When he took the first step, Ling Yun heard the voice of the white-robed son from the observation deck behind him: "Ah, I forgot, there is one more thing I haven't done. You are a Taoist priest from Yueshi Villa."

"" Ling Yun's pupils shrank suddenly, and he felt that the hairs all over his body stood up, and his emotions tended to explode in an instant.

Then, he found that he couldn't walk, and his feet seemed to be glued to the ground.

No no, move quickly, I want to pass the news back, I need to tell Xu Yinluo, he asked me to inquire about information, I can't live up to his trust Ling Yun's cheeks twitched, his body began to sweat, and beads of sweat rolled out of his forehead.

Brother Baipao appeared in front of him, and said with a smile, "You want to report back?"

"I, I don't know what you're talking about, I'm just a casual person." Ling Yun insisted.

Brother Baipao beckoned and summoned a long sword stuck in the street, with the same smiling expression: "I didn't say I won't let you report, but"

He paused, grinning grinningly: "I'm sorry, you have to crawl back."

He waved the sword indifferently, the light flashed, Ling Yun's knees sank suddenly, and his two calves left the master.

"Ahhh" he howled heart-piercingly, rolling all over the floor in pain.

Brother Baipao glanced at him, "I kindly remind you, crawl back quickly, maybe you can get medical treatment before the blood dries up."

After finishing speaking, he raised the sword in his hand and said, "Have you seen it? It's a genuine magic weapon. When the lotus seeds mature tomorrow, each of you will have a chance to kill Xu Qi'an."

"Young master, if the master finds out, you will be punished. The master said, don't provoke him easily." Zuoshi warned through sound transmission.

"If you don't provoke him, then what's the point of my trip this time?" The white-robed son sneered:

"You said that if I bring that kid back, will my status be as stable as Mount Tai with such a great contribution?"

During this trip, sharpening martial arts was the main purpose, but it was also his purpose to meet the kid who was supposed to die at the end of the Jingcha year.

Since the Beijing inspection, he has heard about Xu Qi'an's deeds one after another, and his heart went mad with anger.

How beautiful the surname Xu is, he is so angry in his heart.

Those glory, those adventures, should have been his.

The most important thing is luck, which is also his!

After lunch, Xu Qi'an practiced the preparatory process of "Slashing Heaven and Earth" alone in the secluded courtyard, causing the breath and blood to collapse inward and condense into one stream.

By analogy, in order to strengthen the control of body strength and speed up the practice of energy transformation.

He felt that he had faintly reached a bottleneck, and he was just about to kick open the door of the fifth rank.

"I always feel that something is missing. I hope that tomorrow's battle will allow me to get promoted as I wish." Xu Qi'an moved his ears, and heard slightly light footsteps running towards this side.

He immediately recuperated, turned his head, and saw Zhuanghua Qiuchanyi of Yueshi Villa's face turned pale, and her big eyes were filled with tears.

After meeting Xu Qi'an's eyes, the teardrops rolled down like broken pearls.

Qiu Chanyi choked and said, "Master Xu, Ling Yun, Ling Yun is dead!"

PS: The owed updates have all been made up, huh, I feel relieved. Sleep to sleep, too tired.