The devil is coming

Chapter 483 The Hunmen
Zheng Fanli.
The Sword Master's originally calm expression changed slightly. This name sounded a bit familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere.
The so-called wind of the rivers and lakes has actually long since reached the level of Sword Master, but he still heard this name. Soon, he remembered that when "Mr. Bei" faced the Silver Armored Guard of Qian Country , announced his family name, and said this name.
Juggernaut didn't know how popular this name was, because he lived next door to Uncle Zheng. He didn't need to rely on "Hey, I heard about it" or "Hey, you know" to understand Uncle Zheng.
But no matter what,
This act of claiming to be the first guest in front of the rightful owner,
It’s really a bit overwhelming.
"Cough...cough..."
The sword master pretended to cough to suppress his laughter.
But in the eyes of outsiders, he was intimidated by his status as a scholar.
In fact, in the arena, there are many versions of the story about "Zheng Fanli". Originally, it was tepid. After all, the arena is very big, and there is a mixture of good and bad.
There are many people who have stories, but there are even more people who have no stories but insist on making up stories to become famous.
But he couldn't stand it. In the past two years, Uncle Ping Ye had risen to great fame, and his guest minister named "Zheng Fanli", who was under Ping Ye Bo, also became famous.
Some people say that Zheng Fanli was a counselor, standing behind Pingye Bo and strategizing. When Pingye Bo went on an expedition, he controlled all the supplies for the rear army;
Some people say that Zheng Fanli is an assassin who floats in the shadows, coming and going without leaving a trace. When King Fu of Qian Kingdom was killed in the city, it was him who did it. After killing the people, he left calmly with his head;
Some people say that Zheng Fanli was a military general who was good at charging. It was his handiwork that Pingye Bo ran thousands of miles to attack Xueguan.
Others say that Zheng Fanli was a military general with a tall physique. He wore heavy armor on the battlefield and wielded two axes. When attacking a city, one person could carry a heavy hammer, and when charging, he ran like an ox!
It's just that the last statement is not actually recognized by the Jianghu. After all, Jianghu people listen to it, and no one likes Zheng Fanli. He has such an image of a big fool. It is too lacking in beauty and tarnishes "Zheng Fan". The name "Power".
After hearing the scholar call himself,
Xiong Liqing glanced at Zheng Fan first.
She knew who Fan Li was.
But the man in front of him actually told his husband-in-law that he was his first guest?
Then isn’t she his mistress?
Uncle Zheng did not smile, but cupped his hands and said:
"Long time, long time."
Seeing that Zheng Fan did not lower his posture, the scholar hesitated for a moment.
Obviously, in his opinion, relying on the title of "Zheng Fanli" and Heping Yebo, even the nobles in the Yan army must be courteous and not be so calm.
Uncle Zheng did not pretend to be surprised, but pretended to be frightened and cooperated with him;
because,
Pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger is also very tiring.
Here, the pleasure is for others, not for yourself, so let yourself act for other people in this wine shop?
If the people sitting here are Emperor Yan, the Marquis of Zhenbei and the Marquis of Jingnan,
have to,
Uncle Zheng doesn't mind being ugly, being good and putting down your figure, you guys will be happy.
When people live in this world, it is always necessary to wear a mask, but after years of hard work, step by step, what you want is to have fewer and fewer acting scenes in your life?
Let Uncle Zheng at this time cooperate in teasing the scholar in front of him,
It's just like the old monster Yuanying who has been practicing for thousands of years is still jealous and fighting with others over women. It's very inexplicable.
"The meal is here."
Zhou Bian came out.
Lard bibimbap, two plates of wild vegetables, one cold and one fried, and a pot of wine.
Uncle Zheng lowered his head and smelled it, yes, it smelled good.
When you are at home, eating this would be boring, but when you go out, you are physically tired and have trouble eating and drinking, so this is very timely.
Uncle Zheng spread his right hand,
Xiong Liqing picked up a pair of chopsticks, poured wine on the chopsticks, wiped them carefully with her handkerchief, and placed the chopsticks head forward in Uncle Zheng's palm.
Uncle Zheng took a mouthful of rice.
close your eyes,
Road:
"Well, it's delicious."
Xiong Liqing washed and wiped the second pair of chopsticks with wine, stood up, and handed them to the sword master sitting diagonally opposite.
The sword master had actually picked up a pair of chopsticks and was about to eat. He was not that particular.
But when he saw the princess standing up and handing it to him, he hesitated for a moment. The sword master nodded slightly and took the chopsticks.
Too lazy to get up and pick it up.
Because the sword master has seen through it,
Both of these couples are the kind of people who can buy entire vehicles and sell them in large quantities.
For others, a little bit of it, if it is spread out or written down in a note, it will be a good story. In front of these two people, especially in front of this man, they can directly control it.
The three of them started eating wild vegetables and rice.
The scholar who had just announced his family status was left aside in embarrassment.
The drunkard licked his lips, took another sip of wine, smiled, lowered his head, and began to use chopsticks to fiddle with the salted eggs used to drink the wine.
there,
The heroine said:
"come back."
Naturally, this was said to the scholar.
The scholar's face was uncertain for a while, and he obviously felt a little embarrassed, but he didn't have the courage to attack the three people who were eating in front of him.
The heroine stood up, walked over, reached out and grabbed the scholar's shoulders, and pulled the scholar behind her.
The scholar was about to move forward, but the sword in the heroine's hand suddenly trembled.
The scholar hesitated and stopped.
The drunkard looked at this scene and rarely spoke again, as if he was not the one who commented eloquently before.
The heroine salutes with a sword,
Said to the Sword Master:
"Sir, the sword is an upright and bright weapon. Why is it so invisible?"
The sword master ignored her and continued eating.
Uncle Zheng was too lazy to talk to Zheng Fanli, and the sword master was naturally too lazy to chat with a little girl holding a sword he met on the road.
The heroine is still unwilling to give up,
Road:
"Sir, all swords in the world have their own luster. Now, sir, if you wrap it with something so that the luster cannot shine through, wouldn't you hear the sword's mournful cry?"
The sword master was still eating, and along the way, he picked up a chopstick.
Zheng Fan ate the earliest, and he also ate the fastest. People who have been in the military for a long time tend to eat very quickly.
Xiong Liqing immediately put down her chopsticks, took out her other handkerchief, and wiped Zheng Fan's mouth carefully.
The sword master noticed this scene from the corner of his eye,
I felt a little sad for a moment.
Zheng Fan looked at the Sword Master and said, "Miss your sister-in-law?"
The Sword Master nodded and said, "I didn't feel that I had no worries before, and I didn't feel that after getting married. As soon as I left home, I started to think about it."
"Ha ha."
Zheng Fan smiled.
The heroine, like the scholar, was also left alone.
The woman looked up with a funny look on her face.
And said:
"Sir, don't you hear the mournful cry of the sword?"
Uncle Zheng raised his head, looked at the heroine, and said:
"Can the sword shine?"
The heroine replied: "Of course."
"Oh." Uncle Zheng nodded and said, "I'm hiding it, not because I don't want you to see it shine, but because I'm afraid it will blind your eyes."
paused,
Uncle Zheng took the toothpick handed over from Xiong Liqing's hand.
And said:
"If you want to see it, go outside, open your eyes and look at the sun. It's the same."
"So, according to what this young master said, this gentleman's sword is enough to put us to shame?"
Uncle Zheng pondered for a while,
His fingers rubbed his chin,
Road:
"You have no breasts."
"what?"
"Too thin too."
Only then did the heroine realize that the young man in black in front of her was commenting on her figure. She immediately showed a look of shame and anger on her face and said:
"Do you know that just based on your two sentences, I have reason to cut off your hands? Yes, the Yan people have entered the Jin Dynasty, but you Yan people are not in the big city, but you are still so wanton in the mountains and fields, Are you really deceiving me that there is no one left in Jin Dynasty?"
Uncle Zheng shook his head and said:
"That was not what I meant."
"Then what do you mean?"
"I mean, you're not my type. You look like a pony, and you can easily hurt yourself if you move a little bit.
Men are generally tolerant to women, but because you are not good-looking enough, my tolerance is limited.
Therefore,
right now,
Sit back,
Just eat your food and don't bother me again. "
Xiong Liqing took out an iron box, opened it, took out a cigarette from it, and brought it to Uncle Zheng's mouth:
"My husband is not angry, come to Genhuazi."
Because it was Xiong Liqing who accompanied Uncle Zheng to Beijing this time. Although she wanted to use her identity to help Uncle Zheng become famous, after all, she was not just a vase for display.
She didn't want this, and Si Niang would not allow an extremely cold vase to show off in her home.
Even Liu Ruqing blushed when Si Niang asked her to practice the Eighteen Touch song.
As for Xiong Liqing, Siniang told her all the details of her uncle's life and hobbies and asked her to take good care of him.
The princess took out the huozhezi and helped Uncle Zheng light a cigarette.
And this scene,
Completely fell into the eyes of an alcoholic,
His hand holding the wine bowl was shaking slightly.
After that,
His eyes fell on the sword master dressed in white again, and the wine in the bowl shook and spilled out.
The heroine drew her sword,
Road:
"This is the first time someone has said something like this in front of me."
"Girl, that's because the people you usually come into contact with are too unpopular."
The heroine smiled slightly,
Road:
"Really, I have been with my master these years. Maybe, in your eyes, my master is considered inferior?"
Uncle Zheng blew out a smoke ring,
road;
"Dare you ask your honorable master?"
The heroine said proudly:
"My master's surname is Yu, and he is a swordsman from Jin!"
"..." Sword Master.
The sword master put down his chopsticks and finished eating.
Uncle Zheng smiled and said:
"Then, that master monk should be Sakyamuni, right?"
"Amitabha, donor, Buddha cannot be insulted."
The young monk stood up and solemnly warned Uncle Zheng.
"It's also interesting."
Uncle Zheng said to Xiong Liqing:
"Check out."
Xiong Liqing took out a broken piece of silver and put it on the table.
Uncle Zheng stood up, and so did the Sword Master;
Seeing these three people preparing to leave,
The heroine immediately blocked her with her sword.
Road:
"Sword, I haven't seen it yet. I am addicted to swords as much as my life. Today, I have to see it!"
Uncle Zheng's eyes darkened.
He doesn't mind if people use the banner of "Zheng Fanli", because the world is so big that he can't control it.
What he cares about is that these three people have gone beyond the scope of letting him relieve his boredom while eating, and he has reminded her before that you are not very good-looking.
I don’t want to share the common understanding with you, but it’s because my threshold is too high now, but do I really think that I, an earl who has accumulated military merits, has a temper that is easy to get along with?
"I'm tired." Zheng Fan said.
The sword master nodded, "I'm tired too."
When the girl pretended to be her master, Master Sword Master, who had been watching Huochun Dang's show on the other side, was annoyed.
to be honest,
How could a sword master who could kill a king with a single sword, force his younger brother to rebel, and dare to go to Litian City alone to compete with Marquis Jingnan to have a good temper?
Yes, the days in Shengle City and Snow Customs gave the Sword Master a taste of another kind of life, but in the final analysis, he is still the Sword Master.
He doesn't care about as many things now as before, but he cares about the matter of being a master.
The Sword Master has never founded a sect because he has a master. It was his master who led him out of the poor life of the Yu family and made him walk his own path.
It can be said that even if you lie in front of the Sword Master that he is not worthy of his name and sells pork, the Sword Master will probably laugh it off and ignore it.
but,
This heroine has violated the reverse scale.
The sword master took action,
itself,
There is no need to hide their identities.
The sword master did not use Long Yuan, but pointed directly at the heroine with his fingertips.
The heroine's eyes narrowed, and she immediately felt a terrifying energy coming towards her. The long sword in her hand immediately stood up and was protected in front of her.
The sword master's fingertips touched the sword and stopped his forward movement, but the sword intent contained in the fingertips penetrated the sword in an instant and sank directly into the female hero's body.
"careful!"
The young monk let out a low roar, moved his palms forward, and slapped the heroine on the back, then turned his palms downward. The sword energy that the sword master had just injected into the heroine's body was expelled from the body by the young monk and shot into her body quickly. ground.
A small hole was immediately shot out of the ground.
The sword master pointed his finger and then retracted it, standing on the spot.
The heroine spat out a mouthful of blood and was held in the arms of the young monk. She was not that unbearable, but her mistake was that she had tried to use her own sword energy to resist the sword energy of the man in front of her, which made his sword weak. The Qi dissipated in an instant, and then the opponent's sword Qi was able to drive straight in.
If the monk hadn't taken action in time, the sword energy that had entered his body would have smashed his internal organs into pieces in one fell swoop.
The Sword Master is not Chen Daxia. Chen Daxia has always had a compassionate feeling towards others, but the Sword Master does not like his mother-in-law.
Or, laugh it off;
Or, you die.
"Amitabha."
The monk handed the heroine to the scholar beside him, clasped his hands together and said:
"Donor, why do you have such murderous intention when you meet someone by chance? You need to know that God has the virtue of good life."
Uncle Zheng reached out to hold Xiong Liqing and took her back a few steps.
At the same time he sighed:
"I've killed a lot of people in the past few years, but you three are about to become the people I want to kill the most."
Come up one by one,
Stirring up tempers one by one,
Rushing to the ground to die?
today,
The weather was originally good,
Uncle Zheng planned to go to Tianhu Mountain to pay his respects first, and then join the blind man and the others into Litian City.
Originally, I was in a peaceful mood, but who would have thought that I would have a meal at this small shop at the foot of the mountain, but someone suddenly pulled me out with murderous intent.
The young monk took a step forward, intending to regain his position. There was a faint golden light flowing around him.
The drunkard sighed:
"Buddhist Vajra Body."
Warrior cultivation seems to be a broad avenue, but in fact it also has many branches. The key to the branches lies in the different methods of body training.
The young monk previously suppressed the accountant by relying on his Buddhist Vajra physique.
The sword master spread his hands,
"Buzz!"
The sword trembled, Long Yuan unsheathed, and flew into the hands of the sword master.
When the accountant sitting on one side saw the sword, his eyes immediately showed shock.
On the contrary, the drunkard next to him was not too surprised because he had already guessed it, but his face became much more solemn.
Long Yuan,
It is a world-famous sword forged by a swordsmith from the Chu State for the Sword Master himself. Its shape and appearance have actually been circulated in the world for a long time.
A sword is good in the army, and a sword is loved in the world.
Firstly, the sword is a handy weapon for fighting enemies in the Jianghu. Secondly, the long sword is close to the body and the clothes are fluttering, which is in line with the aesthetics of the Jianghu.
When many young people first enter the world of martial arts, even if they are selling things, they must equip themselves with a sword, otherwise the world of martial arts will lose its flavor.
And Long Yuan's sword style is also the sword body that many blacksmiths in the world must practice.
In large cities and towns, in places with relatively strict jurisdiction, the forging of folk weapons is restricted in their blacksmith shops. After all, those in power do not want iron weapons to flow into the people on a large scale.
But cats have their own ways, and mice have their own ways. Jianghu is a different name from the orthodox. Jianghu people buy knives and swords, so they naturally have their own channels, and there are also blacksmiths who specialize in this kind of livelihood. After all, hoes How many coppers can a rake earn?
And in the rivers and lakes,
Most of the blacksmith shops will never lack a copy of Long Yuan. Even if they are missing, it is because the stock is sold out and there is no time to imitate it.
Therefore, as soon as Long Yuan came out, everyone knew him.
As for the authenticity of a sword, it depends on the person wielding the sword.
Previously, he used his fingertip sword energy to forcibly injure people, and then he summoned Long Yuan. The identity of this person is already revealed!
however,
Just when Long Yuan Sword appeared,
The heroine in the scholar's arms suddenly shouted:
"Why is my master's sword in your hand?"
"..." Zheng Fan.
"..." Sword Master.
This woman must be a fool!
"Amitabha, after hurting Miss Qingqing, dared to use his master's sword. This poor monk has never seen such a shameless person!"
finished,
The monk actually called directly to the sword master.
And he used his Buddhist Vajra body to forcefully suppress it!
This is a fighting method often used by warriors, which relies on your own physical strength to defeat your opponent in the simplest and crudest way. Of course, the premise is that the opponent cannot break your body in a short time.
however,
It was when the Marquis of Jingnan and the Sword Master fought in the past,
Marquis Jingnan would not choose to face the Sword Master's sword directly. Instead, he would use his own body to consume the Sword Master's sword intent, and then use the art of outsiders to make strange moves.
In this world,
A person,
There are only a few people who dare to face the Sword Master Long Yuan directly.
But this monk dared to
Because he seems to be sure that this is not the real sword master, but a fake!
then,
war situation,
It's simple.
To be precise,
The sword master himself had not fought like this for a long time, and his opponent actually hit the edge of his sword directly!
"Crack!"
The sound of shattering came,
Long Yuan stabbed open the monk's Vajra body without any suspense. When the monk saw this, his eyes were shocked and he hurriedly pushed forward with both hands.
The sword master did not continue to use the sword, but chose to flirt back, because he also felt that these three people were a little too stupid.
The sword edge drew an arc,
The young monk retreated, but there was a bloody gash on his chest and his hands were dripping with blood.
He lowered his head and looked at his injuries.
Can't help feeling:
"Although you are not a real sword master, your sword should be able to catch up with the shadow of the sword master."
And then,
The scholar also took out a letter arrow from his arms,
Road:
"When this arrow is fired, the soldiers and horses from the camp outside Litian City will immediately march here. When the time comes, you will not be able to escape!"
Xiong Liqing immediately lowered her head and looked at her husband's waist.
Zheng Fan shook his head and said:
"I don't have this."
Yes, the real Uncle Zheng doesn’t have anything like this either.
It is easy to mobilize soldiers from Xuehai Customs, but to mobilize other soldiers outside, without the tiger talisman, you can only rely on Uncle Zheng himself to brush his face.
And then,
The drunkard got up and left the table,
Kneel down in front of Zheng Fan,
Kowtowing:
"See Uncle Hirano, see Master Sword Master, and see Her Royal Highness the Princess.
Uncle,
These three people are not crazy and stupid. If Xiaomin guessed correctly, they should be members of a dirty family and practice deception.
They are not deliberately pretending to be crazy in front of their uncle and Master Sword Master, but they themselves now think that they are Zheng Fanli, a master disciple of Sword Master.
This is the method of self-deception among the Hunmen.
Therefore,
They have now deceived themselves. "
(End of this chapter)