Wulin Xiaohui

On the outskirts of Bishui Town, Bibo Lake and Bibo Beach are full of tourists, chatting and laughing endlessly.

The scenery here is beautiful and the climate is pleasant, and tourists are all intoxicated by the warm wind from the south of the Yangtze River.

However, a hurried sound of horseshoes from far to near broke the lazy atmosphere of this place at this time.

A young man dressed as a scholar came galloping down the path holding the rein in his hand.

The tourists who were originally standing on the path quickly dispersed to make way for that one person and one horse.

The young man on the horse whipped the fast horse under him, but looked behind vigilantly.

The tourists followed his gaze and looked back, but there was no one on the path that was dusted by the horseshoes.

The willow branches above the head made a rustling sound, and everyone followed the sound, and saw a black shadow passing by, flying up and down between the willow branches, heading towards the people and horses in front.

Everyone watched the black shadow approaching the person and horse in front of them, and after a while, they heard "Ouch", and the young man who looked like a scholar fell off the horse and rolled several times on the ground.

The black shadow followed the scholar down, and landed firmly on the open space in front of him. It was a young knight dressed in black, with black hair tied up high, and he looked very energetic.The scholar got up from the ground in a jiffy, and was about to crawl into the nearby bushes, but the knight in black grabbed the back of his neck and tied him tightly.

Recently, the Martial Arts Association convened by the No. [-] sect in the world was held in the Fanghe Tower two miles away. Nine out of ten tourists here are people from the rivers and lakes who took time out for an outing. Those with sharp eyes have already recognized the The man in clothes is Shen Yizhou, the closed disciple of the head of Wentian Sect.

Someone shouted loudly: "Brother Shen!"

The black-clothed knight turned around and glanced, with a look of surprise on his face: "Brother Ye, what a coincidence, we meet again."

As he spoke, he walked towards the crowd, holding the rope that bound the scholar. A rag was stuffed into the scholar's mouth at some point, and he staggered away with his head down.

The knight in white called "Brother Ye" came out from the crowd with a slight smile on his face: "I never thought I would meet Brother Shen here."

Shen Yizhou said frankly: "I ran all the way for thirty miles to chase this flower-picking scholar who broke through the three hundred boudoirs in the south of the Yangtze River. I didn't expect to be able to rest at the blue wave beach in the end. It seems that I am lucky."

Everyone was in an uproar when they heard this, and looked at the tightly bound scholar.With a fair face and beardless, delicate features and delicate features, at this time his fair face was smeared with grass, he was actually a faceless scholar who was notorious recently as a flower picker.

The name of the faceless scholar has been quite famous in Jianghu recently. This person turned out to be born three months ago. He picked countless flowers in the south of the Yangtze River, and all the ladies and young women who were picked said that they had never seen this person, only knew that he was a A prostitute dressed as a scholar.

Wentian faction, Qingcheng faction and other martial arts decent factions set out to arrest the faceless scholar with their disciples, but this faceless scholar who has never been seen has really never let anyone meet.

At this time, Shen Yizhou claimed that the person he captured was the Faceless Scholar, which made the gangsters look at the prisoner with a rag in his mouth even more curiously.

Zhu Tang, a faceless scholar, did not expect to be caught by a young knight so quickly. He always looked down on this group of rusty and upright people, and felt that it was impossible for them to catch him with their empty brains and fancy fists.

At this moment, Zhu Tang's hands and feet were bound, and his mouth was stuffed with cloth, so he could only make a "woo woo" sound.

Shen Yizhou kicked Zhu Tang's ass, and said fiercely: "Be honest!"

It was only then that everyone realized that Shen Xiaoxia was expelled from the sect by Feng Xiaotian, the head of the Wentian sect in early March this year. reason.There are different opinions in the rivers and lakes, but there has been no conclusion. Slowly, this matter has gradually been forgotten, and no one is going to pursue it.

Shen Yizhi has changed from a direct disciple of the world's number one elder sect with golden rims to a helpless lonely knight in the rivers and lakes, but he hasn't caused any trouble in the rivers and lakes. People are puzzled as to why he was expelled from the division.

Now that Shen Yizhi appeared beside the clear water pool in the south of the Yangtze River, many prying eyes were inevitable.Those respectable and decent disciples all looked at him secretly, Shen Yizhi was tall and tall, wearing a neat black shirt, which made his face pale, and he looked handsome and unrestrained.

Faced with everyone's probing gazes, Shen Yizhou didn't seem to notice it, with a bright smile on his face, he said to Ye Zang: "Now we have to escort this flower picker to Liangtang first, Brother Ye, how about we drink together some other day?"

Seeing that Shen Yizhou seemed to be in a good mood, Ye Zang shook his head and said with a smile: "Brother Shen, don't worry, you and I are destined, and Ye Mou is going to Liangtang to visit an old friend, how about we go together?"

Shen Yizhou's eyes lit up, he walked up to Ye Zang in two steps, and asked in a low voice, "Carriage?"

Ye Zang nodded imperceptibly, and gave a definite answer.Shen Yizhou took a step back, stretched out a hand and pointed forward: "Brother Ye, go drink."

Ye Zang looked at him and agreed with a smile.Both of them turned around and bowed to everyone, then walked back to the trail.

After the three figures gradually disappeared on the path, everyone gathered together and whispered: "Who is that Ye?"

No one knew it.

Everyone was discussing, these days they didn't notice that there was such a young man dressed as an aristocrat by his side.That chivalrous man surnamed Ye was dressed in tailor-made clothes, he didn't look like a Jianghu person, but rather like a son of a wealthy family in the south of the Yangtze River. It stands to reason that this demeanor should be eye-catching, but no one paid attention to him.