Peach Blossom Dream

He seldom goes out of the house, and even the waiter in the inn hardly sees him all day long.

But even so, he still couldn't avoid the unrest.

Coincidentally, that day was approaching noon, and Shu Jifeng was so hungry that he woke up early, so he had to go downstairs to eat. After struggling for a long time, he ordered a dish of pig's trotters.

As a result, before the plate of braised pig's trotters that was stewed fat but not greasy was finished, a group of noisy people came in from outside and surrounded a table with a broken leg in a corner.

Shu Jifeng immediately protected his plate, for fear that those people would hurt the innocent and expensive trotters.At this moment, a somewhat familiar voice sounded:

"Master He, I heard that you want to chat with me?"

The person who spoke stood outside the door, his white clothes and black hair flew together, and his cuffs were the same color as silver.Isn't it the beautiful young man who clutched his heart a few days ago and was dying of a cough?How are you doing today?Still so arrogant?

Uncle Jifeng was holding a plate of pig's trotters and waiting for the show: Watching other people's fun cheers him up, this is a new skill he has learned.

After the beauty boy appeared, a lot of people gradually crowded outside the narrow inn entrance, and the dilapidated windows were also full of spectators' heads. A few comments came to Shu Jifeng's ears one after another:

"This Zuo Qingyue looks so beautiful, how can she look like a man? Pooh!"

"It's handsome, do you understand! Is it possible that you have to grow up to be fat, strong and full of flesh to be called a man?"

"It seems that Mr. He is going to be unlucky today, Zuo Qingyue will never show mercy."

"Who is this person? Why do you want to talk to Master Zuo when you have nothing to do? Master Zuo is a very good person!"

"He? A good guy?" The person next to him snorted, "He's the king of hell, the devil of the left!"

"You are the King of Hades and you are the devil! You and your family are not good people! Master Zuo is the living Bodhisattva in my heart. I don't allow you to talk nonsense!"

In the end, the master hadn't made a move yet, but those watching outside were about to fight.

Uncle Jifeng was amazed in his heart, and looked towards the corner - the surrounded Mr. He was ordinary-looking and dressed in ordinary clothes, and he was integrated with the dusty wall. The only thing that stood out was the righteousness that was gushing out of him.

It seems that he is a fledgling young man with no tolerance for sand in his eyes.

Hearing Mr. He's angry roar, several pieces of the wall were yelled off: "That's right! It's me!!! Zuo Qingyue, even if your Qingyue Villa is in full swing, I have to say, take the lotus family You guys are doing it wrong!! I have to talk to you!"

Beauty son, no, Zuo Qingyue, as if she heard a funny joke, she tilted her head and smiled softly and asked, "Young Master He, you only use your mouth but not your hands?"

"Move your mouth first! If it doesn't work, then do your hands!"

"Why don't you just say it? I like to be direct. Mr. He, should you make the move first or should I make the move first?"

Seeing that he had no remorse at all, Mr. He slapped the table and was filled with righteous indignation: "Don't think that you can do whatever you want because you are good at martial arts! There are a lot of righteous people in the Jianghu, and I was the one who fell, and there are tens of thousands of me who came out to speak out for the Lotus Sect." !!"

"Oh? It's my honor to see Mr. He's justice." Zuo Qingyue still had a smile on her lips, but her hands flipped over, and a small stone flew straight towards Mr. He fiercely.

Mr. He in the corner couldn't dodge, so he could only raise his hand and take the move with his sword.Hearing the sound of clang, Mr. He was forced to retreat to the base of the wall in an instant, and a thin opening was split in the tiger's mouth.

Zuo Qingyue didn't give the opponent a chance to breathe at all, and flew a dagger from her sleeve calmly and with a smile on her face.

Mr. He turned the three-legged table over to try to block the dagger, but when the dagger met the broken table, it was like cutting mud. Mr. He was startled, and hurriedly turned sideways to avoid it, and finally cut off half of his sleeve.

Uncle Feng Wan didn't expect Zuo Qingyue to look amiable and even a little sick, but to strike so fiercely, Mr. He on the opposite side had no power to parry after two moves.

The disparity in strength between the two is so great that even laymen can see it.The waiter in the corner was already thinking about which coffin shop to choose later.

Zuo Qingyue was a little disappointed to see Mr. He clamoring so righteously and sternly, but in reality he was so ungrateful: "Is this your justice, Mr. He? That's why the ancients have a saying, just talk but don't practice fake tricks."

Young Master He in the corner took advantage of the gap to take a big breath, without giving in, and clenched his teeth: "Even if I, He Ming, die at the hands of your Zuo Qingyue the next moment, I will still complain for the Lotus Sect!!!"

Jiang Zuo Qingyue thought it was funny, and asked: "You are not convinced for the Lotus Sect? Is there someone to congratulate Young Master for you?"

No one answered.

In the silence, Shu Jifeng accidentally poked a pig's trotter out of the plate, fell to the ground and rolled around twice.

and many more······

He Ming?

This son who was beaten to vomit blood after three moves is the He Ming whom he respected so much in his previous life?

The taciturn and feared Lord of the Night?

Could it be that he was reborn like himself?But why does his appearance change completely?

Uncle had mixed feelings every now and then, so he stretched out his hand and rubbed his eyes,

At this time, the person who claimed to be He Ming supported his body and shouted with all his strength: "I don't know if someone will be dissatisfied with He Mingming for me! I only know that as a human being, one should live for justice!! Live for justice! live!!"

a!Many quacks in the inn were so moved that they even changed the eulogy for him several times in their hearts.

"That's a good point. Then let's have a fair fight, life or death, how about it?" Zuo Qingyue's cloud sleeves danced in the wind.

Uncle Feng vaguely saw the silver needles hidden in his fingertips, as thin as silk, if this trick continues, that He Ming will be crippled even if he doesn't die.

But He Ming was still fearless, and held his head high: "Come here!! Who is afraid of whom!! If I win, you must agree to sit down and have a chat with me!"

"Okay! It's okay to chat for three days and three nights." Zuo Qingyue was amused by He Ming's blind confidence.

Although Shu Jifeng really doesn't want to meddle in other people's right and wrong, but He Ming is different. Even if he has the same name, Shu Jifeng can't stand by and watch.

So when the sky-shattering silver needles hit the past, Shu Jifeng, who was watching the excitement, took time out from the pig's trotters, and held an ordinary plain fan to block the 21 silver needles.

Two by two are connected, no difference between top and bottom.Those who ate dropped their chopsticks, and those who watched the show opened their mouths wide:

"There is an expert!" "Justice will always come!" "Which meddling insanity?" "This time there is a good show!"

There are also outsiders who can only see the shape:

"This young man, with a cold face, it's not easy to mess with!"

"A cold face looks better than me smiling, God is so unfair!"

Zuo Qingyue was also a little surprised, he didn't expect someone to stand up for He Ming.Zuo Qingyue tilted her head to see the person who made the attack, her eyes became joyful again, she let go of her murderous aura, and said, "Brother uncle?"

For those who are not familiar with him, Shu Feng is quick to answer but difficult to answer. After thinking for a long time, he asked this sentence: "Young Master Zuo, have you eaten yet?"

Zuo Qingyue glanced at his pig's trotters, and asked: "Brother Uncle and Mr. He...know each other? Are you close?"

Before Uncle Jifeng could deny it, He Ming dragged his broken body and squeezed forward: "I don't know you! I, He Ming, are innocent, and the Zuo Zhuangzhu must stop talking nonsense!"

······Uncle's eyelashes trembled imperceptibly, and he really couldn't connect this He Ming in front of him with the former night leader.

Zuo Qingyue cleaned up the dust on her sleeves, chose a clean chair and sat in front of Shu Jifeng: "Your Mr. He said every day that he wanted to chat with me, but today I moved my hand when I was impatient. Uncle, if you ask me to show mercy, I will stop, how about it?"

He Ming next to him seemed to have been greatly humiliated when he heard this: "If you want to fight, you can fight, if you want to talk, you can talk. Do I, He Ming, need the face of a stranger!"

Zuo Qingyue supported her head with her hands, feeling very helpless: "What should I do, brother uncle? Mr. He refuses to take your face."

Uncle Jifeng really didn't expect to see his own head at the end of watching the excitement, but he couldn't deal with such a scene of only talking but not doing anything. After thinking for a long time, he finally came up with a solution: "Then...how about we fight?" Bar?"

"That's good!" Zuo Qingyue clapped her hands and cheered, "Brother, don't show mercy later."

"..." The words splashed out, Shu Jifeng could only open the plain fan, lightly jumped onto the beam, looked down coldly and invited Zuo Qingyue.

Zuo Qingyue was very cooperative and also jumped onto the beam.

As soon as he landed, Shu Jifeng stepped forward slightly on the tip of his left toe, and when he came up, he directly swung his fan and attacked Zuo Qingyue's heart.

Zuo Qingyue evaded sideways, holding her heart and pretending to be surprised: "Brother uncle, keep your distance, Mr. He is still watching from below!"

The uncle pretended he didn't hear anything, and turned his fan around to touch Zuo Qing's other hand hanging down.

"Young Master He is really watching from below!" Zuo Qingyue bent to avoid it, but did not move an inch, "Tell me quietly, brother, do you have any thoughts about Young Master He? I can see it in your eyes." Clearly."

Uncle Jifeng ignored Zuo Qingyue, a plain fan was neat and neat, like a dancing butterfly, but he was attacking his vitals.

Although Zuo Qingyue only defends and does not attack, her feet seem to be nailed to the beams, and she evades back and forth without taking a step back.

Uncle Feng knew that this person was not weak, so he used [-]% of his skill to fight seriously, and he didn't even notice that the hair from his waist was flying up to the corner of the opponent's lips.

Zuo Qingyue paused for a moment.

Shu Jifeng quickly took advantage of this moment and knocked out the hidden weapon hidden in his sleeve. In an instant, dozens of silver needles were scattered