small rivers and lakes

Su Yuhen walked into the inn, and whispered to the waiter in the inn: "Please serve a jar of green bamboo leaves and a steamed bun."

"Hey, guest officer, when did you come in?" The shop waiter looked up and found that the person had arrived beside him. He was startled suddenly, and asked with a laugh, "Guest officer only wants wine and steamed buns? A good sauced beef is the most suitable for wine, cut it into two catties?"

Su Yuhen shook his head, and explained politely, "No, Xiaoke is a vegetarian."

"Okay, sir, please wait a moment!"

There were no empty tables in the inn. Su Yuhen leaned on the counter, took a bite of steamed buns, and slowly drank Zhuyeqing. His eyes were calm and serene, as if turning a blind eye to all the knights in the room.

The entire inn was as silent as a tomb. The autumn wind from the north was blowing, and the dilapidated firewood doors swayed with the wind, occasionally making a creaking noise.

Jiubao's chewing speed slowed down, he stuffed a mouthful of roast duck meat, and looked at Zhongyi blankly.

Zhong Yi raised the corners of his eyes, smiled silently, and lowered his head to drink.

In the silence, a voiceless voice suddenly sounded. People turned their heads and saw Anji stood up with his sword drawn. The clear and bright young voice said loudly: "The devil! Everyone has been waiting for a long time!"

There was a sound of drawing swords all around, and people in the rivers and lakes showed their weapons one after another, staring at the man leaning on the counter drinking.

Su Yuhen didn't feel the murderous intent surrounding him at all, he still ate the steamed buns and the wine in a leisurely manner, his eyelids drooped, as if he was extremely sleepy, and he closed his eyes slightly after eating half of the steamed buns.

Several people in the front row approached step by step with weapons. They stared at the person in front of them. A soybean oil lamp was lit on the counter. The flickering light shone on his face, making him look more and more innocent and weak.

People couldn't help getting excited, the big devil Su Yuhen is certainly frightening, but the thin scholar in front of him has no deterrent effect at all, everyone has practiced martial arts for many years, wouldn't it be easier to kill such a scholar than to kill a chicken?

A big man held a ring-backed steel knife, suddenly took a step forward, rushed out from the crowd, raised the knife, stepped forward, and shouted: "Devil! Don't forget to cry when you get to the palace of the king of hell, whoever kills you, Guan Zhong!" Tiger King Da..."

Before he finished speaking, he felt a flash of wind, hot blood gushed out, and the sound stopped abruptly. The tall man swayed twice on the spot, and knelt down straight, only to see a bloody hole between his eyebrows. Blood was gurgling out.

The crowd was in an uproar.

Zhong Yi swung open the folding fan, shielded Le Wuyou's face, and sighed in a low voice: "It's a terrible death, I haven't finished reporting my name, Ayou, be good, don't look at it, it will give me a nightmare."

Jiubao swallowed the duck meat hard, and lowered his voice with shock on his face: "He can pierce the skull with one finger, this martial art..."

"What's so strange?" Zhong Yi glanced at him, "What misunderstanding do you have about the martial arts of the number one devil in Jianghu?"

"He obviously looks like a weak scholar!"

Zhong Yi said: "The rivers and lakes are big and full of surprises. Judging people by their appearance is the most important thing. Who said weak scholars can't be strong in martial arts? Look at Ah You, although he always flirts with you, but it doesn't prevent him from being an innocent man." baby."

Le Wuyou couldn't hold back anymore: "Your surname is Zhong, believe it or not, I won't let you be a baby anymore."

Zhong Yi took a breath of cold air: "Huh?"

"I said, how do you know if the other party belongs to Chu'er? You two have tried it?" Jiubao was puzzled.

Le Wuyou rubbed his chin wretchedly, and scrutinized Zhong Yi's face with tricky eyes for a moment: "This is a good way, although you are old, little beauty, but you still have a lot of tenderness in this little face. It's quite pretty, the old man can reluctantly give it a try."

"I didn't say I'm not Chu'er," Zhong Yi said with a smile, "I'm not as stubborn as Ah You. I'm clearly Chu'er, but I still refuse to admit it."

Le Wuyou snorted coldly: "Old man, you were still wearing crotch pants when you were sleeping in the Jinfen Tower."

"Tough mouth!"

"You are stubborn!"

"Nonsense, my mouth is very soft," Zhong Yi said seriously, "Touch it if you don't believe me."

"...you two are enough," Jiubao buried her face in the rice bowl, "what's the point of arguing?"

Le Wuyou snorted, turned to look at the counter, and refused to talk to him any more.

But I heard Zhong Yi explaining to Jiubao seriously behind the scenes: "Mature men have deep complexion, while young men have tender complexion, and they are like carved jade, flexible and lustrous..."

Your uncle's!

Without further ado, Le Wuyou tapped his dumb acupoint.

One side of the room was full of turmoil, but the other side was full of blood and blood. Su Yuhen pierced the brow of the big man with a finger, and lazily opened his eyes. In an instant, his eyes were fierce and charming, and he was definitely different from the frail scholar who was leaning on the cupboard to drink just now.

His thin and slender fingers were stained with blood, and slowly drew the character "King" on the big man's forehead, and said with a smile, "This is called a fierce tiger..." With a light tap of his fingertips on the forehead, the corpse fell down.

The crowd stepped back a few steps in unison, leaving a distance for a long sword to attack.

Su Yuhen raised his eyes, glanced at the people surrounding him one by one, turned his eyes, looked at the seat, and recognized Chang Zixuan and An Ji, with a wicked smile on his thin lips: "It turns out that the big waste brought the little Trash, interesting and interesting!"

Anji said angrily: "Don't talk nonsense, the devil! Today my cousin and I are leading the killing order of the League Chief, and I will send you to hell here!"

"I don't want to go to hell yet," Su Yu said with a bitter smile, "but you two are so young, but you are full of rancid smell, why don't you go to hell to purify yourself."

A bright sword light flashed, and Chang Zixuan flew out with the sword, landed in front of Su Yuhen, and said coldly: "Let's kill him."

As soon as the words were finished, the people suddenly moved into action. Eight people stepped forward with their swords straightened out, forming a sword formation.

"It's the good and bad array of eight gates," Zhong Yi said in a low voice, "the unique sword array in Mingri Pavilion."

Le Wuyou frowned: "Eight gates good and bad array? What does it have to do with Dragon King Eight Horses?"

"Ayou has good eyesight," Zhong Yi praised, "The mistress of Tomorrow Pavilion is the daughter of the old Dragon King Haitian Liancheng. Based on her Dragon King's Eight Steeds Formation, she created a sword formation suitable for infantry combat. formation."

Dragon King Eight Horses is the most famous formation in Haitian Liancheng. Eight people and eight horses stand in the eight directions of fixed rest, life, injury, du, scene, death, surprise, and open. Holding a long spear and carrying a short halberd on his back, no matter whether he is chasing or killing, he is always looking at him.

For a moment, the dilapidated inn was full of sword shadows, and a figure flew past in the sword array, only to hear the crisp sound of swords clashing, and the eight long swords all broke.

"You devil..." One person cursed angrily, before he finished speaking, he suddenly saw Su Yuhen's figure flashing, and went straight to the southwest.

Jiubao gasped: "That's the door to death!"

Zhong Yi said softly: "Put it to death and live."

Although the long swords of the eight people forming the formation had been broken, the formation of good and bad luck of the eight sects was mysterious, and they turned quickly, like a big net, covering Su Yuhen overwhelmingly.

I saw that Su Yuhen was shaped like a white harrier, and his posture was like a falcon. His five fingers were like claws, and he was fiercely grabbing the gatekeeper in the southwest direction.

The members of Shang, Du, and Jing swung their fists at the same time, killing them from three different directions.

Su Yuhen resisted the killing moves of the three of them, ignored them, stared at the southwest direction, and clawed at his face with skinny fingers like poisonous snakes.

"Ahhhhh..." A scream resounded through the sky.

Zhong Yi swung open the folding fan to block the spurting plasma, only to see Su Yuhen grabbing the face of the man at the gate of death, fingering like electricity, sliding down, and the broken flesh and blood splashed out. From the top of the head to the throat, only dry bones remain.

"Eight gates good and bad array?" Su Yuhen twitched the corner of his eyes, smiled sweetly, and said softly, "Break."

He smashed through the door of death with one move, but he didn't stop the move. His figure was as ethereal as smoke, and his bloody fingers turned to grab other people.In the cramped inn, there were screams and blood flying everywhere.

"stop!"

With a sharp shout, thousands of brilliance burst out in the dilapidated inn, and the streamers and stars came out of their sheaths, forcing Su Yuhen to leave.

Su Yuhen glanced lightly out of the corner of his eyes, laughed evilly, and grabbed it with his bloody hands.

Le Wuyou sat up straight, the dagger in his sleeve slipped down his palm.

"Ayou." Zhong Yi called out very softly, and raised his hand to grab his cuff.

Le Wuyou frowned and looked at him.

Zhong Yi's voice was soft, and he smiled as if coquettishly: "I don't allow you to help Chang Zixuan."

"No..." Le Wuyou flung open his sleeves.

Only hearing the sound of silk being torn, the two stared dumbfounded at the half sleeve in Zhong Yi's hand: "..."

While looking at each other, Anji suddenly shouted: "Cousin, be careful!"

Everyone looked up, only to see that Su Yuhen's fierce killing move was approaching Chang Zixuan's face, and his bloody five fingers were about to grab his face.

With a loud bang, the firewood door of the inn was knocked open, and a long black knife shot straight in.

Su Yuhen nimbly dodged to avoid the long knife that was coming straight at him. Looking back, he saw a tall figure in black striding in.

The author has something to say: Su Yu hates the star-eyed eyes: it is my brain who came, (*^___^*) hehe...

Anji threw a rotten egg at him and yelled: Your painting style is wrong, you devil!