Sword comes

The short but charming Feng Yun woman took out a set of brand-new keys with exquisite workmanship, opened the courtyard door, and smiled when she pushed in the door: "It's finally useful."

The woman glanced at the chicken coop at the base of the wall. There was a thumping sound of birds flapping. She was stunned, "You haven't starved to death yet?"

"I still have to thank me for helping you find such a good neighbor. The neighbors are harmonious, and the world is blessed with spring." She quickly figured out the reason, turned to look next door, and realized that she was not tall because she was not tall. When I got there, I had no choice but to walk to the yellow mud wall, stand on tiptoe, and found that there was only an empty yard next door. I felt it was boring, so I quickly retracted my gaze, walked to the main house door, took out the key to open the door, and crossed the threshold. Afterwards, she stretched out her finger and smeared it on the table, and it was spotless. The woman was a little unhappy, as if an outsider advocated smearing rouge on her daughter's face without authorization.

The three squires who followed the woman to the mud bottle alley, the burly man stayed in the mud bottle alley outside the courtyard, closing his eyes and resting.

The white-faced, squinting old man walked into the courtyard.

Only the woman holding the sword followed the woman into the main room.

The woman walked into Song Jixin's residence alone, and looked around. There were both beds and desks. There were also some expensive offerings left on the desk. It should be that the owner did not want to carry it with him, so he simply abandoned it.The woman walked to the desk and found three books stacked in the center. She flipped through it at random. It was nothing surprising. It was just an introductory book for ordinary school boys, "Elementary School", "Ritual Music", and "Watching". The Mongolian classics used by the nobles and the lowly in the market of the Great Li Dynasty, the woman found that the three books were old, but they did not have the slightest dirt, and the image of a certain person suddenly appeared in her mind. The woman shook her head and asked casually: "Yang Hua, how much does the book "Elementary School" cost in Dali Beijing?"

The girl holding the sword with her back to the door had a naturally cold voice, and replied respectfully, "If the slave maid goes back to the empress, it will be [-] wen at most, and [-] wen at least."

The woman snorted and said, "It seems that the greater the truth of the Confucian sages, the less valuable they are."

The woman put the three Mongolian classics on top of each other again, and patted the "Watching" placed on the top, she showed a hint of sarcasm and sneered: "If there were no novelists who helped to fuel the flames, thousands of years would have been lost. Lai spared no effort to walk in the great towns and alleys of the big cities and alleys and alleys, and spoke well for it, and he was willing to be a barnyard official who was not in the mainstream, and Confucianism would not be able to sit in this world, and it would definitely be unstable."

The old man in the hospital coughed softly and said in a low voice, "My lady still needs to be careful, it is not advisable to speak freely here."

The woman smiled and said: "Don't worry, Qi Jingchun has reached an agreement with the top after his death, so no one will stare here anymore. You think that without Qi Jingchun, the stagnant Lizhudongtian has not been out for thousands of years. What's wrong, deserve the attention of those big men?"

The old man still insisted on his own opinion, "It's better to be careful, Niangniang."

The woman smiled sweetly and said softly: "It's okay, it's okay, I'm not complaining about this. Xu Hunran, you really have to learn from Liang Song in this regard, others know better than you are to observe words and expressions. So let me see, Da Li Chao Ye Saying that Liang Song is your disciple, but he is better than blue, doesn't wrong you at all. As for my uncle who deliberately stabs you, saying that his disciple doesn't have to be inferior to his teacher, you don't need to care about Xu Huanran, he is just that kind of person. , I just like to mess up the bookcase after hearing a few words from a scholar."

The old man named Xu Hunran didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and he only sighed, thinking that there is no one who comforts people like you, Niangniang.

Just the thought of passing by the vassal king on the way to the south, the old man's mood suddenly became solemn.Although Song Changjing looked tired at that time, as if he was seriously injured after a life-and-death battle, but since he dared to take the initiative to lift the curtains of the car in front of his own face, it means that Song Changjing is very likely to be in the martial arts. Going a step further, although the possibility of entering the tenth realm is extremely small, after reaching the peak of the ninth realm, Song Changjing steps forward every time, even if it is only half a step. , which may be equivalent to the difference between them.

This white-faced and beardless old man is well-known in the Dali court and the public, and is known as the first swordsman of Dali.The genius swordsman Liang Song who died at the hands of Song Changjing was Xu Huanran's most proud disciple, and the old man regarded him as his own.

Xu Hunran likes to keep a sword in his sleeve, and the name of the sword is Baique.It is more than an inch long and short, but it has great killing power. It is rumored that it can fly back and forth for more than a hundred miles in an instant.

The woman sat down on the bed, raised her hand and patted the bed board, "It's not a life of a rich family, but it's quite comfortable."

The young woman with the long sword in her arms said softly, "Your Highness is well-intentioned by the maiden, who has worked hard on her heart and mind."

The woman stood up and said with a smile, "This is hypocritical. The child who really suffers is the orphan next door. My family's Mu'er can't be called suffering."

She walked to the wall, thought about it, and murmured: "The ancient books on the pages of the ancient books given to us by the Lu family on Fulu Street, the magical magical powers recorded on them have a long history and cannot be verified, and they are very different from the major talisman schools of Taoism today Big, I remember one of the pages, there is an interesting little spell, what is the spell? Oh, remember, try it."

The woman turned her back to the young woman at the door and said with a smile, "Go directly to the yard next door and wait for me to open the door."

"Heaven and earth are connected, mountains and walls are connected, soft as almond blossoms, thin as paper, I point to a sword, open the door quickly, and obey the law of Mr. Sanshan Jiuhou!" The woman did not have the most important piece of talisman paper in her hand, she just chanted the incantation , Stretch out your finger and move forward a little, then strolled in the garden, passing through the wall, with a slight ripple behind you.

The woman walked to a dilapidated house with four walls, and said with emotion: "Some people have good lives, and they can enjoy whatever they do. Some people's lives are bad, and they are born to endure hardship. If you give in the wrong child, who can you reason with? Even if you find it. Lord, do you dare to speak? Little guy, you will know the truth in the future. Before you seek revenge on me, you must at least deal with Yunxia Mountain, Zhengyang Mountain and Shujian Lake. When you find me, it will be the year of the ox and the month of the horse. It's up to you to get out of the Dali territory alive first."

She turned her head and looked at the wall, "Mr. Sanshan Jiuhou, what's your identity? We don't have such a number one person in Dongbaopingzhou. Could it be an ancient god who lost his incense and golden body? If so, why is this little magic trick? Does it still work?"

She couldn't figure out the answer for the time being, thinking about going back to the capital of Dali to check it out, or asking Cui Yu, it's not impossible, anyway, it's close to the water tower, don't ask for nothing.She went to open the door, pulled out the latch and failed to open it, only then remembered that the door must be locked, she had to use a little force to forcibly break the copper lock. Looking at the sword-wielding maid and swordsman Xu Hunran, he asked, "You just broke in like this? Are you still unreasonable? Go back and find someone to fix it yourself, don't forget."

She walked to the courtyard door and added, "The lock on the door is also changed to the same one."

The old swordsman and the sword-wielding woman were obviously accustomed to this.

The burly man standing in Mud Bottle Alley frowned.

After the woman walked out of the yard, she stopped suddenly, "Yang Hua, follow the steps of my family's son when he was seven years old, and walk 63 steps to the right."

The woman holding the sword led the way and stopped after 63 steps.

The woman behind her turned sideways and faced the high wall, "It should be here."

The woman looked at the wall of mud that was not at all strange, and said bitterly, "Song Yuzhang, damn it."

She quickly regained her usual graceful and tranquil look, and asked with a smile, "You heard me tell you about this secret back then. What do you think is the crux of the matter? What can I do for Mu'er?"

The young woman shook her head and said, "The slaves don't know, and they don't dare to speculate."

The woman sighed, feeling a little sad, "There are two knots in my family's heart, the first one, of course, was in that heavy rain, being chased all the way from the alley to this place by a poor man with mud legs, strangled his neck, and pressed him. He couldn't move on the wall, and with his temperament, he must be very angry. At that time, Mu'er was still young, and in addition to losing face, Mu'er must have been frightened by the murderous peers. "

The woman's eyes suddenly became sharp, and she stretched out her palm, which was lightly pressed against the rough and uneven mud wall, "The second knot is very interesting. It's so interesting that it will make my family reconciled afterwards. It was the first time he knew the feeling of guilt. So after he met Fu Nanhua of Old Dragon City, he couldn't make up his mind about the deal, and changed the person to kill from Liu Xianyang to that young man.

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The young woman was finally a little curious, but serving this lady was tantamount to accompanying the king like a tiger, and naturally she would not be stupid enough to ask.

The woman put away her palm and wiped the sleeve of the woman holding the sword on the arm of the woman. She started to turn around and walked towards the alley. She suddenly showed a slightly charming demeanor. Although she was already a woman and a mother, she had a unique charm. She exclaimed angrily: "Mu'er just said that you, Chen Ping'an, were born on the fifth day of the fifth lunar month. After the death of your parents, because you lived in the ancestral house, your parents couldn't be reincarnated, so it's best not to live at home and move out quickly."

The more the woman said, the more annoyed she became, "What's the point of saying a few jokes? You Chen Ping'an believed it to be true, because you were stupid and broke the broken vow not to go to the dragon kiln to burn porcelain, how can you blame my family Mu'er? What's more, how much money is your oath from a lowly bastard? How precious is my family Mu'er, and the white jade is flawed, this is the saying of the worldly people. If a cultivator believes this, he is simply asking for his own death. He is a Qi practitioner of the upper five realms who can live the same life as the country. Who is not striving for a real immortal golden body and a clean body? You are a market boy, how can you pay for it? Can you afford it?!"

The woman gritted her teeth and said, "Little bastard, what a sin!"

The sword-carrying woman with a strand of golden sword spikes lay gently on her chest, her face calm.

Sword Master Xu Huanran turned a deaf ear to this, and didn't care.

Only the burly man walking at the back frowned again.

When the woman was about to walk out of Mud Bottle Alley, she turned around suddenly.

Almost at the same time, the young woman and the old swordsman moved to the left and right, respectively, to make way for the woman.

The woman's face was already full of smiles at this time. She was both charming and innocent, with a kind of contradictory allure. She asked softly, "Why, Wang Yifu, do you think it's wrong?"

The man said solemnly, "Although I don't know more about the inside story, I really don't think this is right."

The woman was not surprised at all, but laughed loudly: "As expected of Wang Yifu, the number one general of the Lu Dynasty!"

The old swordsman, who was accustomed to squinting at people and things, could hardly see his eyes, and his sword energy filled the narrow alleys.

Debris of the mud wall kept falling to the ground.

The sword-wielding woman quietly took a step back, as if she wanted to give more battlefield space to the kendo master Xu Huanran.

She looked at the burly man not far away with a sneering smile on the corner of her mouth.

A bereaved dog with a broken spine dares to bark?

This man named Wang Yifu was once one of the generals of the Lu Dynasty. He was born in a first-class family, and his ancestors were all generals in the battlefield. Before Wang Yifu's return, his identity was equivalent to the upper column of the Dali Dynasty.A long time ago, Song Changjing, the god of the army of the Great Li, named him to fight Wang Yifu happily.Although he is a Qi trainer, he possesses the strong physique of a warrior of the Eighth Realm, is proficient in swordsmanship, and can control the powerful Yin God of the famous jade to fight with him.

The woman stretched out her small palm like suet and jade, and shook it, "Xu Hunran, don't be nervous, General Wang is a reasonable person, but he is a little too upright. Fighting and killing. I don't like it very much."

Xu Huanran silently put away the mighty sword energy in a sleeve.

But the woman said at the next moment: "I will only send those who Wang Yifu has sacrificed his life and dignity to protect, instead of sending them to the place agreed before, but to the imperial palace or the Jiaofang Division?"

Wang Yifu, who was looking at her, clenched his fists tightly, his blue veins burst out, and his eyes were bleeding.

The woman said calmly: "I just said that I can save my life before, so you Wang Yifu, don't take my bodhisattva's heart as a matter of course and righteousness."

Wang Yifu suddenly smiled and said, "The lady is right, but the subordinates are wrong."

The woman smiled and said: "It's good to know the mistake, then you don't have to follow us when you get out of this mud bottle alley, go and take off the head of the former superintendent, and then find a wooden box to put it in. Well, I might need it later."

Wang Yifu was stunned and said, "Song Yuzhang is an official who was called by the emperor to come here. Niang Niang, you said before that this person has a backer in the Ministry of Rites and Qin Tianjian, so why did you want to kill him?"

The woman smiled and asked back, "Do you need a reason to kill? Then what am I doing as this empress?"

Wang Yifu sighed, clasped his fists and lowered his head, "My subordinates take orders."

After the four of them walked out of the Mud Bottle Alley, Wang Yifu and the other three parted ways.

When the figure of the burly man who surrendered to Da Li to be loyal to the empress disappeared completely, Xu Hunran couldn't help but sneered: "What a strong and sturdy Wang Yifu, haha, now even the bones and the backbone are gone."

The woman didn't go to the crowded street, but chose a secluded alley and laughed at herself: "Do you really think I've done something and can't tell the difference between good and bad?"

The old swordsman didn't know how to reply for a while, so he simply shut up.

The woman looked up at the blue sky and sighed for no reason: "Only by being there, did I realize that Qi Jingchun, a scholar, is really amazing."

"It's our big Li who can't handle him."

"Such an ancient and strange man, I only wish that he could not be used by my big Li. No wonder His Majesty is in a depressed mood these days and often sighs."

"It's a pity that no matter how powerful Qi Jingchun was, he still died after all."

The woman sighed all the way, and it turned out to be all her heartfelt words.

When the woman was silent for a long time, she stopped talking.Xu Hunran remembered something, first waved his sleeves, sword energy spread all around, and then asked in a low voice, "Miss, it's just killing a young boy who suddenly became rich and noble. Did we make a big deal out of it?"

The woman seemed to be too lazy to answer such a question, and said casually, "Yang Hua, tell me."

The woman holding the sword said coldly, "The lion beats the rabbit, and one blow is fatal."

The old swordsman was dumbfounded.

The woman twitched the corners of her mouth, "Although my uncle is a warrior, there is a saying that is very good. When dealing with any enemy, don't give him the head."

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Unlike his colleagues from the Ministry of Rites who stayed in Taoye Lane, Song Yuzhang lived alone in Qilong Lane, a house whose owner had just moved away.

Song Yuzhang opened the door and sat at the table. There was a jug, a plate of salted peanuts, and a large bowl of white wine. No matter what you eat or drink, the taste is all too familiar in your mouth.

When he saw a burly man appearing out of thin air in the courtyard, Master Song who had just picked up the wine bowl smiled, "It's finally here."

He raised the white bowl high and asked, "Can you wait for me to finish this bowl of wine."

The uninvited guest hesitated and nodded.

Song Yuzhang seemed to be afraid that the guests would be in a hurry, so he drank half a bowl of soju in one gulp, his face flushed, and asked, "Can you help me pass a word to that boy named Song Jixin, um, he should be known as Song Jixin in the future Song Mu is gone."

The middle-aged man had a hint of pleading in his eyes, "Can you tell him that the guy named Song Yuzhang, after so many years, has always wanted to ask him for a pair of Spring Festival couplets?"

The burly man shook his head decisively this time and said, "No!"

Song Yuzhang took a deep breath, closed his eyes slowly, his face was relieved, and said softly: "When I was young, I liked to read travel notes, and I saw the old Dragon City at the southernmost tip of Dongbao Pingzhou. When this bowl of Dali wine is the water of the South China Sea tide."

Wang Yifu strode forward and twisted the neck of the official of the Dali Rites with one hand.

After the murder, Wang Yifu had no joy in his heart, and gently let him lie on the table like a drunk.

As a man who lost his country and a defeated army, Wang Yifu poured himself a bowl of wine, drank it silently, and finally said something to the dead man over the table: "It turns out that scholars also have great heads."