The strongest brother system

Chapter 222 Breaking Flowers When Wake Up, Smell the Fragrance

After accepting Liu Mengli, Xuan Yue stayed in Shouyang City for a few days, during which time she taught Liu Mengli some basic breathing techniques, and then, under the admiring eyes of everyone in the Liu Mansion, she turned into a blue rainbow and left .

Dressed in white, chic and elegant like a fairy, this is the image Xuan Yue left in the hearts of everyone in the Liu Mansion.

However, at this moment, he was far from being as relaxed as he seemed.

Both Wang Shuxi and the host of the twin swords fell into a backlash, Elder Zong Lian was seriously injured and difficult to heal, Qionghua's internal feelings were fluctuating, his own wavering of Qionghua's grand plan for ascension, and... the last sudden death of Shizun Taiqing when he ascended Abnormal.

In the package of the cyan sword light, Xuan Yue's brows were slightly frowned by the various pressures lingering in her heart.

However, just as the sword light flew across a forest, Xuan Yue's frowning brows relaxed slightly, and a look of surprise appeared in her eyes.

"Here... Jiannan Road in Shuzhong?"

Seeming to be attracted by something, Xuanyue pressed down the sword light with a flash of blue light, and sank into a mountain forest.

A few minutes ago, in this mountain forest, there was a common river and lake battle.

It's just that the two sides in the battle are a little strange.

A carriage was overturned on the ground, and the reins used to control the horses were broken from it. The original horses had long since disappeared, and one side of the wheel had disappeared, while the other side was still spinning slowly.

"Children! My children! Don't hurt my children!"

A young woman wearing gorgeous satin clothes poked her head out of the carriage, her forehead was red and swollen, her face was full of tears, and her crying was heartbreaking.

On the other side of the carriage was a strong man in a black suit.It's just that his current appearance is full of embarrassment. Not only is his pure black suit stained with mud, but the clothes on the back are even torn to pieces, revealing a bloody back.

But even so, he still gritted his teeth and guarded the young woman's carriage, his eyes fixed on the bandits who surrounded them.

"Hahaha, I didn't expect to be so lucky today, I caught a big fat sheep in the first strike."

A big man in black with a full face laughed loudly, holding a ghost-headed sword in one hand, and a little boy who was only five or six years old and was crying loudly in the other.

"Little ones, kill that useless slave, and bring this beautiful little girl back to the village."

With a look of greed in his eyes, the big man in black pointed at the ghost-headed sword in his hand and gave orders to his subordinates.

"Yoho~"

A group of bandits made a fuss and yelled strangely, rushing towards the master and servant beside the carriage.

"Stop hurting my wife!"

The strong man let out a loud roar, his eyes were reddish, he clenched his fists and rushed towards the bandit in front of him.

The few people in front of the bandit team came into contact with the man first, but before the weapons in their hands could exert their due power, a skinny bandit was suddenly punched out by the man in black. Afterwards, he was pushed back a foot away, and hit another person behind him, and then they both rolled and fell to the ground, moaning in pain.

When the bandits saw this, they were taken aback by the sudden outburst of terrifying power from this man, and froze in place.

'Hu~'

The strong man withdrew the iron fist he had just struck, clenched his fists tightly, his eyes were full of fearlessness, and stared at the group of bandits.

All the thieves were captured by his eyes, and when they saw the groaning and miserable state of their two companions on the ground, they suddenly felt a sudden shock, the original arrogance subsided, and even had a slight retreat.

At this time, a middle-aged man in a white robe walked out of the bandit team, acting as a dog-headed military advisor, and opened his mouth to shout.

"Everyone, don't be afraid, this guy is wounded, and he won't be able to hold on any longer! Let's stand shoulder to shoulder, and whoever takes this guy's head first will be rewarded heavily!"

A slightly shrill voice sounded, and all the thieves looked at the man together, and they saw the obvious blood stains under his body, as well as the bloody and bloody scene behind him.

Before there was the temptation of a big reward, and later there was the invisible oppression of the bandit master, and everyone became active again in an instant.

"Kill!"

With the shout of the first person, everyone rushed up again.

"what!"

The man roared and tried his best to protect the woman behind him.

Every punch would make a bandit vomit blood, and every kick would make a person lose his combat effectiveness.

However, two fists are no match for four hands, the number of enemies is large and his own injury has worsened. After the last punch, he was hit in the back of the head by an iron rod in the hand of a bandit, and fell to the ground, his body trembling constantly with.

"Hahaha, this guy was hit by me hahahaha!"

An ugly-looking man with dysentery laughed triumphantly, and raised the iron rod in his hand again, intending to kill the man directly.

"Kuan!"

Seeing this, the beautiful woman in the back cried even more pitifully.

However, hearing this voice in the ears of all the bandits aroused their excitement even more.

"I come!"

"Let me come one last time!"

"Nonsense! Let me do it!"

You said something to me, one by one, in order to fight for the ownership of this last blow, they started arguing, and even started guessing fists.

But not far away, the bandit master who was riding on the horse let out a hearty laugh when he saw this, as if he was happy for such a scene.

All of a sudden, shouting and laughing, bandits arguing, beautiful women crying, and children crying loudly intertwined, and the scene became extremely chaotic.

"Haha I won, let me do this last move!"

The man with the iron rod in his hand let out a scream of excitement, and was about to hit the man on the ground heavily with the iron rod in his hand.

The bandits showed displeasure on their faces, and they all snorted coldly and pretended not to look at the smug look on his face.

The beautiful woman let out a cry of grief, but she lay down and wept bitterly.

The bandit master grinned, and carried the ghost-headed sword on his shoulders, his eyes were full of perverted joy, as if he was full of anticipation for what would happen next.

Then, in the ears of everyone, I heard the loud cry of the scabies coming to an abrupt end.

"Go to hell..."

'clang~'

The crisp sound of falling iron objects drew everyone's attention back in an instant.

"This is……"

In the eerie silence, the body of Lu Litou slowly fell backwards, splashing dust all over the floor.

And on his neck, stuck an emerald green bamboo chopsticks.

Just when everyone was shocked by this scene, in a bamboo grove not far away, a song that sounded like singing came to the ears of everyone in the field.

"The green bamboo is used as the chopsticks and the lotus is used as the bowl, drink the Jiannan jade wine
Singing songs during the day requires excessive drinking, and the food is full~burp~when killing people"

Everyone looked sideways, and saw a slender green bamboo in the bamboo forest, reclining on a white-clothed Confucian scholar, who was drinking the last drop of wine from the green jade pot in his hand, and slowly raised his head, Drunk-eyed, he burped, and looked at them with a smile, his beautiful beard was still stained with wine.

Just when everyone was wondering how the little green bamboo could withstand such a large person, a voice full of panic suddenly sounded.

"That, that bamboo chopstick!"

A bandit in a gray short suit pointed at the white-clothed Confucian scholar above the green bamboo, his face full of fear.

Everyone looked in the direction he pointed, but they saw a green bamboo chopsticks in the hands of the Confucian scholar in white.And this bamboo chopstick is exactly the same as the one stuck in the throat of Lu Li's head.

"He...he is Qing..."

One of the tall and burly bandits seemed to have thought of something. He just uttered a sound, but then stopped suddenly. There was an identical emerald green bamboo chopstick stuck in his throat.

'boom~'

His tall body fell straight backwards, his body was still twitching slightly, the dark red blood continuously overflowed from his mouth, the color in his eyes gradually disappeared, and all the pupils were dilated.

Silence, deathly silence.

Everyone's eyes were full of deep fear, including the bandit leader who had a relaxed and happy face.

"Run!"

Who knows who made a scream, and all the bandits fell into chaos and fled in all directions. This situation made the man in black and the beautiful woman who had recovered slightly stood on the spot dumbfounded, not understanding what happened at all.

And at this moment, the voice that sounded like singing again.

"Zhao Keman Hu Ying, Wu hook frost and snow bright"

As soon as the sound came out, a bandit who was running wildly suddenly stopped in place.

The next moment, the figure of a scholar in white appeared behind him, holding a bright long sword in his right hand, and a wine gourd he found somewhere in his left. He suddenly raised his head and took a sip of fine wine.

A strong wind blew his white clothes rattling.

"The silver saddle shines on the white horse, rustling like shooting stars"

For a moment, the figure in white kept changing directions, dancing with the long sword in his hand, and the dazzling silver light kept flickering.It appeared one after another at different positions around the bandits, and every time it appeared, the silhouette of the bandit would stop in place, motionless like a sculpture.

When all the bandits saw this, the fear in their eyes was even worse, they screamed in horror, and scattered with hands and feet.

"No, those bandits are so cunning, they want to disperse and escape!"

The man in black just wanted to prop himself up to help, but he felt that his body was firmly restrained by a force, and he couldn't use any of his strength, so he could only lie down and rest obediently.

"This is……"

The man in black raised his head abruptly, and looked at the figure in white that was flowing like a fairy.

Instead, he saw the Confucian scholar in white curling up his mouth slightly, and raised his head abruptly, ignoring that the precious wine spilling out wet his beard, hair and clothes, he drank the wine in the wine gourd in one gulp.

"Haha~"

With a hearty and long laugh, the wine gourd fell to the ground, and the white clothes were blown up by the strong wind.

The next moment, the singing started again.

"Ten steps to kill a person, a thousand miles without leaving."

The rich silver-white soft light seems to blend into every trace of the breeze, covering the entire kilometer, gently blowing, moistening things silently.

All the bandits who were running away stopped their current movements and stood still in place like sculptures.

When the wind blows, the sword moves.

When the wind stops, the sword stops.

Time seemed to stand still, and the soft silver light flowed slowly in every space within a kilometer, exuding a soul-stirring charm.

The next moment, the breeze picked up again, and the silver-white soft light slowly dissipated.

"scoff~"

The sound of continuous air jets suddenly came to mind, waking up the beautiful woman and the man in black at the same time.After seeing the surrounding situation, his eyes were full of horror.

Blood!It's all blood!

The thieves who had been immobilized just now spurted streams of blood mist from their throats at the same time, and the rich blood red immediately filled the entire space. In this strange scene of blood mist intertwined with death, all the thieves trembled at the same time. They all fell down behind them.

"Ah~"

The beautiful woman suddenly covered her head and let out a scream full of fear.

When the black-clothed man at the side looked in the direction where the white-clothed Confucian scholar was originally, his face was full of shock.

"Benefactor, benefactor is gone."

When he was looking for the figure of the Confucian scholar in white, he only heard the familiar singing voice.

"Flick off your clothes when it's over, and hide your achievements and fame."

In the voice, there is still the half-dream and half-awake state of being slightly drunk.

……

The next moment, the blood mist dissipated, leaving only blood and corpses in their eyes.

Then, in a place where they could not detect, a blue light flashed, galloping towards the direction of the singing.

On Jiannan Road, on the plank road, white-clothed Confucian scholars carry long swords on their waists, occasionally singing softly, occasionally picking flowers and smelling the fragrance, their faces are full of leisure.

At this time, a clear voice suddenly came from the air behind him.

"Fellow Daoist, wait."

The Confucian student in white was slightly astonished and turned around.

There was a flash of blue light in front of him, and a young Taoist in blue and white Taoist robe appeared, who was smiling and saluting to him, it was Qionghua Xuanyue.

"Fellow Daoist has followed me all the way so far, but what can I ask for advice? But it doesn't matter."

The Confucian scholar in white smiled slightly, but his eyes were full of magnanimity, and he didn't feel at all unhappy because of Xuan Yue's following all the way.

Xuan Yue was taken aback when she heard the words, but she also smiled.

"Since Fellow Daoist has already noticed it, then I won't keep it to myself."

Xuan Yue withdrew her smile and saluted.

"I started to follow fellow daoists when they were blood-bladed bandits. Along the way, I saw fellow daoists acting chivalrously and singing songs while drunk. Everything was sent and received freely. Whether it was drinking to kill people or enjoying flowers on the road, they all had a smile on their faces."

Having said that, his face is full of seriousness.

"These are completely different from the teachings I received from my teachers since I was a child, but they are indistinctly consistent with the Dao. So I would like to ask you, what kind of sect and sect do you belong to? How did you achieve such a state of mind?"

After finishing speaking, Xuan Yue bowed deeply, full of sincerity.

However, after listening to what he said, the Confucian scholar in white, who was originally serious, suddenly laughed, without explaining the reason, and without any intention of making fun of him, he just kept brushing his beard and laughing.

Until Xuan Yue's eyes were full of doubts, she didn't stop, but shook her head slightly, turned around and left.

With a flash of white light, the figure disappeared.

"Fellow?"

Xuan Yue was startled, and just about to catch up, she was stopped by a sudden word.

"I'm just a casual cultivator with no background or sect. Even my whole body of cultivation is inexplicably obtained from poetry, prose, swords and wine. I can't count it. If it's about the state of mind, it's just a few words."

Xuan Yue just wanted to ask again, but when she heard the next sentence, she stayed where she was.

"Talk about killing people while drunk, break flowers and smell the fragrance when awake
Indifference to the world and cold eyes, only my heart and self-preservation"

　. . . . . . .There was a bit of a mistake in pasting before, and it has been corrected. . . . . . . . .

　　
　
(End of this chapter)