I am the poor scholar

His heart was beating violently, he couldn't help swallowing, and Bu Qingyun's smooth forehead was dripping with sweat.

The fan bone hidden in the sleeve was pinched and misplaced. Bu Qingyun's unscrupulousness in the past few days is mostly because he understands the cognition of bandits——

She is a woman, and she is expected to become Mrs. Yazhai.

But now...

The bright black pupils flashed a cold light quickly, and Bu Qingyun slammed forward, and the folding fan in his sleeve hit the Erdangjia's neck like lightning.

"Catch him!" Er Dangjia dodged to the left and shouted loudly!

Although he has never learned martial arts, Bu Qingyun's movements are brisk and neat.

In front of the gigantic second leader, he folded the fan in an instant and stabbed the second leader with a sharp silver needle.

Bu Qingyun's figure was light, perhaps because the opponent underestimated the enemy, and after a while, he stabbed the silver needle on the end of the fan at the second master's Adam's apple.

"You!!" The second head's eyes were tearing apart, and the burly man kept waving his fists at Bu Qingyun.

While Bu Qingyun turned sideways to avoid the attack of the second leader, he was like a file in the water, avoiding the arrest of everyone with precision.

After all, the folding fan was too short, and the scholar, who was already powerless, gradually lost his breath.

Literati, after all, are not made for fighting and killing.

Knowing that he was invincible, Bu Qingyun used light steps to dodge, and at the same time used his peripheral vision to look for the flaws of everyone.

All kinds of men and women rushed towards the frail young man in the center.

The scuffle-like scene gave way to Bu Qingyun's eyes darkened, and when he raised his eyes, he saw the ferocious face of the second leader, who opened his arms with the will to win, and actually wanted to catch himself with brute force!

Bu Qingyun's muscles tensed up, seeing the face of the second leader getting closer and closer, even blocking the skylight and letting the shadow cover himself.

With the wind blowing through the corner of his clothes, the smile of the second leader became more and more rampant, as if he had already decided that Bu Qingyun could only be caught without a fight.

Just when the second leader opened his arms and was about to capture Bu Qingyun alive, Bu Qingyun half-raised his head, and a few strands of ruthlessness appeared in his black and white pupils.

Like lightning, Bu Qingyun immediately showed a sharp blade in his sleeve.

Quickly, accurately, stabbed Erdangjia's throat fiercely.

The dagger looted from the bandit pierced the second head's shoulder blade.

Blood splattered.

The second master's movements froze, and he knelt down on the ground suddenly!

"Second master!"

"Damn!"

There was no time, when everyone was busy cursing and anxious, the corner of Bu Qingyun's eyes quickly glanced across the gap between the crowd, and slammed through the gap!

His heart was pounding, and Bu Qingyun's hand holding the dagger hurt, Bu Qingyun had only one thought in his mind——

run!

Run!

Exhausted, the bandits behind were shouting loudly, about to be overtaken!

He kicked back the shelf wrapped in red silk violently, and the bottles and jars on the shelf fell down!

"Hey!"

Those people couldn't move for a moment.

Big beads of sweat rolled down Bu Qingyun's forehead, he was panting and out of breath, and his legs were still running desperately down the mountain.

"Stop!" The open avenue in front of him was suddenly blocked by a group of people.

They stood sideways together, holding shovels in their hands and so on, and were staring at themselves.

Bu Qingyun stopped his footsteps, trembling almost imperceptibly because of the violent running just now.

Panting heavily, Bu Qingyun raised his hand to wipe off the fine beads of sweat on his forehead, pinned the folding fan wobbly on his waist, Bu Qingyun calmed down, pinned the shaking folding fan casually, and clenched the dagger tightly.

Looking at those common people, old or young, male or female, they stood in front of him without exception.

Bu Qingyun knew them.

It is because "the wedding is imminent", the common people who were looted from the foot of the mountain by bandits to do coolies.

Bu Qingyun flashed out the dagger, the blood on the dagger was still wet, some remaining blood beads flowed down the blade, and the dark red blood stained the underground loess red.

The scholar smiled lightly, picking up the demeanor that was left behind just now little by little.

While carefully watching behind him, he looked at the road blocker in front of him, and slowly raised his jaw.

The young man was articulate, and his thinking was unprecedentedly organized after he entered the bandit's den: "King Yan of Bianjing, he is old with me."

The bandits are very courageous, if they use this to frighten them, they will definitely be killed.

However, the common people are in awe of King Yan.

"You..." The people in front of Bu Qingyun looked at each other and pushed each other.

It seems to have shaken.

There is no need to defect immediately, only to be shaken.

Bu Qingyun noticed that the footsteps behind him became more and more hurried, so he couldn't help stepping forward slowly, stepping up his psychological shock to them.

"Jiming Temple, I once saved his life." The marriage that was dusty in memory spit out from his mouth in an instant, "Master Jingyi, he also counted for us...he and I..."

After many days, Bu Qingyun still wanted to distort his face, but he chiseled out words one by one: "Marriage is destined for heaven. If something happens to me, King Yan will definitely not let you go."

"You..." Someone couldn't help taking a step back.

"What you said is true?" The woman looked left and right, seeing hesitation in the other's eyes.

"Master Jingyi is highly respected." Bu Qingyun crazily cast aside in his heart, and said duplicity, "I'm a commoner, how dare I cheat?"

The palms of the hands holding the dagger tightly were sweating.

Bu Qingyun slowly approached a man of about forty years among the people, and he felt offended in his heart.

Just when everyone was at a loss, a cold light flashed in front of Bu Qingyun's eyes, he pulled out the folding fan suddenly, and the silver needle pierced out from the fan end, and was about to stab the man's neck!

Just hold it hostage!

"Die!" Someone suddenly shouted from behind.

Bu Qingyun's heart suddenly hung high.

That voice belongs to the master!

Life is literally hanging by a thread, a close call.

Every movement seemed to slow down, and Bu Qingyun could almost feel the chill oozing from the machete, which had already stuck to his skin.

Bu Qingyun was frightened.

call out--

It seemed that a sharp blade cut through the air, and the coolness disappeared in an instant, and the sound of the scimitar falling to the ground suddenly sounded in my ears.

Bu Qingyun couldn't help staggering, and turned around quickly out of precaution, the dagger was raised high in his hand and then stabbed fiercely into the chest of the man in front of him!

The burly man was stabbed, and Bu Qingyun's hands couldn't stop shaking.

The handsome face twisted violently.

Ruthlessly spread from the tip of his heart directly to Bu Qingyun's wrist, and he pulled it out again as steadily as at this moment.

Bu Qingyun raised his head and stared at the big boss who was so painful that his complexion convulsed, and he was about to smash him down with his fists.

Heart pounding.

Bu Qingyun's dagger pierced the man's arm with precision!

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!" the roar was close at hand.

He suddenly kicked the head's knee, and saw the burly man kneel down.

Almost at the same moment, Bu Qingyun stepped forward and was about to put the knife on the head's neck!

Viscous blood was instantly sprayed on his paper-white face.

Bu Qingyun's movements were far inferior to the speed at which the scimitar cut his throat.

Blood sprayed on his face, and his mouth seemed to have a rusty sweetness.

The whole body is like falling into an ice cellar.

The dagger in Bu Qingyun's hand clattered to the ground.

The coarse cloth shirt that was ripped off from the bandit was dripping with blood.

This is the bloodiest scene that Bu Qingyun has seen up close in 18 years.

The young man wanted to laugh, but in return he was shivering in fragments and densely.

Almond eyes blinked, blinking faster and faster.

Breathing slowly increased, getting deeper and deeper.

Taking a sharp breath, Bu Qingyun restrained the nausea and trembling caused by the smell of blood, and ran forward.

absolute!

Must not be caught!

The pupils suddenly shrank a little, and Bu Qingyun froze in place for a moment.

Ten steps away, a man stood.

The man held a scimitar, the same style as the scimitar in the pool of blood.

The man had a handsome face and exuded a cold aura, fiddling with the scimitar in his hand.

Her thin lips were pursed into a straight line, and Danfeng's eyes were raised.

Bu Qingyun saw the man lift the scimitar.

I heard him say: "Tell me about your marriage with King Yan."

The author has something to say: The prince heard Xiaobu say: "He and I are a match made in heaven, we are XXXXXX"

Prince (squinting eyes.JPG): Coward, weak chicken, still have to be scared.

Hehe, Xiaobu is actually quite courageous. It was the first time he saw a dead person, and he was splashed with blood. After all, he used to be the young master, and the elders in the family were studying for him.

He will grow up slowly!