My wife is the reborn boss

Wu Qiong, who was interrupted, frowned and sat back.

"Ye Xiu from Luoying Longjian Gate! He killed our leader!" the leading man said to the people around him.

The swordsman snorted coldly, "Life and death are up to fate, so there is no reason to complain about victory or defeat. Your leader died under my sword in a martial arts competition with me. Have you forgotten the rules of the world?"

One of them said angrily, "The rules of the rivers and lakes should be up to the point! Why do you want to take people's lives!"

Swordsman Ye Zixiu caressed the long sword on the table, "This 'Luoxue Yinmang' will bleed once it is unsheathed."

"Why are you talking so much nonsense!" The leader waved his hand, "You don't need to follow the rules of the world with this kind of person, let's go together and kill him!" After saying that, a group of people drew their swords out of their sheaths and rushed towards Ye Zixiu.

With a calm expression, Ye Zixiu slapped the table, shook the bamboo tube containing the chopsticks, raised his energy, and struck out with his palm, the chopsticks in the bamboo tube flew forward like an arrow.

"How is it possible?" The leader with a chopstick stuck in his throat was terrified and fell down slowly.

Alas, this can also lie on the gun.Wu Qiong looked at the corpse lying on the ground speechlessly, and threw away a chopstick held between his fingers.

"A group of trash dares to challenge me." Ye Zixiu sneered and picked up his wine glass.

"Anzhou's first sword, 'Luoxue Yinmang' Ye Zixiu, is really extraordinary." The handsome young man at the table slowly put down the chopsticks he was holding, and smiled lightly.

"What advice do you have?" Ye Zixiu replied coldly.

"It's been famous for a long time, but" the young man glanced at Wu Qiong, playing with his taste, "If it were me, I wouldn't easily provoke that person."

Wu Qiong turned his head back, "If you pay for my meal, that's fine. After all, I also look down on those wastes who claim to be famous and decent, but say that they don't need to follow the rules of the world."

"Hmph!" Ye Zixiu snorted coldly, and said to the handsome young man, "So what if you provoke me to such soft bones!"

The young man smiled slightly, but kept silent.

Ye Zixiu turned his head and looked at Wu Qiong contemptuously, "I forgive you too"

Just listen to the sound of 'Zeng'!

Ye Zixiu suddenly stood up and looked around, "Huh? Where did the sound of the sword come from!"

"No, this is me." Ye Zixiu suddenly recalled the scene when he was learning sword.He entered the Luoying Long Sword Sect since he was a child. Because of his outstanding swordsmanship talent, he was made an exception by the head of the sect and accepted as a closed disciple.I have practiced swordsmanship for more than [-] years regardless of cold and heat, and there are few opponents in Anzhou for my swordsmanship. Until I met that person eight years ago, I didn't even know his appearance, but I just saw his back and didn't have the courage to strike. People, 'Jianyu Xiaoxiang'!

Ye Zixiu drew his sword out of its sheath and waved it around, "'Jian Yu Xiaoxiang'! Come again! Fight me again! Come!"

After waving for a while, Ye Zixiu was sweating profusely, and struck the ground with his sword.

The waiter bravely stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder, "My guest, is it okay for you?"

Ye Zixiu woke up suddenly, "Huh? Why did you suddenly remember the past? What kind of strange feeling is this?"

Before the words fell, the head was separated from the body and fell to the ground.

"Sleep"

The head that fell to the ground was still alive, he looked at his body, "Isn't that my clothes?"

Ye Zixiu's consciousness fell into darkness.

"Ghost! There is a ghost!" The shop waiter fell to the ground and kept shaking, and the diners in the lobby rushed out in fright.

"Hey, life is really fragile." Wu Qiong sighed, "Jianghu experience, don't just attack passers-by if you have nothing to do."

He turned his head and smiled at the shop waiter who was shaking and got up, "Xiao Er, this table is my account."

The waiter with his legs swinging back tremblingly replied "Yes"

At this time, the handsome young man said, "Xiao Er, this young master and this man on the ground are all mine, after all, this man is also considered to have died because of me."

Xiaoer bowed while trembling, "Yes"

If you don't take advantage of any advantages in life, then what's the difference between you and a bastard.Wu Qiong cupped his hands, "Cheerful! I just didn't have any money with me, Xiao Er, add more vegetables! Three catties of daughter red, two catties of cooked beef, I will pack it and take it on the road if I can't finish it."

Is it so real? The smiling face of the handsome young man froze, he paused for a moment, raised his glass and said with a dry smile, "This glass of wine is a toast to your swordsmanship, please!"

Wu Qiong laughed and said, "You're being polite, it's not bad."

The young man enthusiastically said, "How about making friends when we meet in Jianghu for a glass of wine? Young Master looks very familiar, have we met before?"

Before Wu Qiong could answer, the dandy sitting next to the young man tugged at his sleeve, pale and said in a low voice, "Brother, this man is the little hero who accompanied that fairy last night. Fortunately, he didn't offend him last night, otherwise I'm afraid"

Hearing this, the handsome young man smiled wryly, "Forget it, I was thinking about it a little bit, but now it's completely extinguished."

Wu Qiong "???"

Seeing that young people no longer pay attention to him, Wu Qiong will not look for boredom.

He curled his lips, picked up the wine and meat packed by the waiter, and went out to walk towards the south of the city.

Chapter 11 Roadblockers

Sitting in the carriage heading to Sean Villa, Wu Qiong was thinking.

He thought about where the money he paid the coachman came from after he arrived at his destination.

Or dove, he touched the shriveled money bag in his arms, thinking silently.

No, the coachman was just earning hard money. As a promising young man who grew up in the 21st century, Wu Qiong couldn't do such a crazy thing.

While thinking, Wu Qiong felt that the carriage stopped.

Listening carefully, the coachman seemed to have quarreled with an old man.

Is there an old man who can't touch porcelain in broad daylight?Wu Qiong opened the curtain of the carriage and walked down, only to see a broken donkey cart full of hay blocking the way.The coachman was arguing with the old man driving the donkey cart.

The imperial court stipulated that only government chariots and horses and chariots authorized by the government were allowed to drive on the official road.The old man's donkey cart looked like a private car, and it was seriously overloaded with fodder, which no longer met the government's prescribed load capacity.

Normally, the coachman told him to leave the official road and take the side road instead. Why is he so angry?

Out of curiosity, Wu Qiong approached to hear what they were arguing about.

The coachman said patiently, "Old man, where are you going?"

The old man said leisurely, "Go to Sean Villa."

The driver's eyes widened, "I told you which way you should go!"

The old man chuckled, "Take Anzhou South Avenue."

The coachman blushed and pointed at the overloaded fodder on the old man's donkey cart, "Can your cart pull it?"

The old man looked back at the forage, nodded, "I can only pull a little bit."