Luo Yan Hu does not return

Feng Qinghuan scolded lightly, and said nonchalantly: "I also want to say, who told the old man that the dragon could not see the tail, and left the two of us in the valley to the south, and we haven't seen each other for two years. I didn't have the guts to stop—”

After Feng Qinghuan finished speaking, he spread his upper arms as if he was listening and respectful. Unexpectedly, Wang Fujun still didn't buy it, and came to the sky with a dagger in his hand.

Xue Yan was startled, and hurriedly stepped forward to stop him, Feng Qinghuan changed his posture, dodged sideways, and raised his arms to hug Wang Fujun by the waist.

The two fought in one place for a moment, and after more than ten rounds, there was still no resolution.

Feng Qinghuan was a little cowardly at first, but when he realized that even if he couldn't draw his sword, he could still block it freely, so he gradually gained confidence, and his moves became more and more fierce.

Feng Qinghuan stopped in a hurry, Xue Yan was about to let out a sigh of relief, but suddenly changed his face, Lan He saw his footsteps lingering, and couldn't help asking: "Master Xian, with your junior brother's skill, you can do it at a glance." Why are you so worried about beating up the old man, and you haven't even used your weapon right now?"

As soon as the words were finished, the astonishment in Xue Yan's eyes subsided immediately, and he said coldly: "It's better for the girl to keep the grievances between our brothers and outsiders less involved."

Lan He's eyes were sly, and he hissed: "Master Xian is so careful, could it be that your junior brother... has some flaws that can be seen through?"

This sound was neither loud nor small, Xue Yan thought for a while, and complained to himself: "This poisonous woman has nothing to hide, she just showed her signs, if it falls into the ears of Wang Fujun, I'm afraid it will hinder Qinghuan..."

After thinking about it, Xue Yan suppressed his anger and said without mixed emotions: "Miss Lan He, the current situation is really dangerous. Your Brother Ah Chun is still lying upstairs with serious injuries. Don't you still make an oath to take good care of her family, and if you are accidentally injured by these two people, can it be... do you expect our brothers to take care of you?"

Just as Lan He was about to speak, she realized that Xue Yan had pinched her wrist to death, so she could only say embarrassingly: "Since Master Xian said so, Auntie will go upstairs now, so I won't cause trouble for you two."

Xue Yan flicked his thumb, and before Lan He could see clearly, in the blink of an eye, there was a nail hole on his wrist, and he turned his face and said in surprise: "Master Xian, what is this—"

"Although I am not as good at swordsmanship as my junior brother, I am still a person who is away from home. I always have a way to defend myself. As long as the girl does not break her promise, she will obediently take care of Mao Chun on the top of the building. The poisonous water that enters this wrist will It will definitely not happen within three quarters."

Lan He covered her wrists with one hand, raised her eyes and said anxiously: "If after three quarters, your junior brother is still not out of trouble, Auntie will take his life for nothing?"

"Miss, don't worry too much. My junior brother has nothing but good swordsmanship. In the current situation, I can win in half a moment at most. I beg you to go upstairs as soon as possible and wait for the good news." .”

Lan He still hesitated a little, and seeing the cold expression on Xue Yan's brows remained undiminished, he had no choice but to go up the escalator resentfully.

For two whole years, they fought with iron-armored wooden men. Feng Qinghuan had long since felt that it was boring. When he met the king's mansion who was evenly matched, he actually held his temper and never drew his sword. Xue Yan couldn't wait to shout: "Quick battle, quick decision , stop procrastinating!"

The words were about to fall, Feng Qinghuan pointed his sword at the sky, twirled halfway in the air, and while Wang Fujun was dazzled, he stretched out his feet and kicked him in the lower part of the body, kneeling in a "putong".

"Uncle Zhishui's style of 'turning the clouds to see the sun', tell me, is it acceptable or not?" Wang Fujun wiped his mouth unwillingly, and said coldly: "Come again."

"My lord, you can't even stand firmly. If I want to make another move, am I taking advantage of someone's danger?"

Leaning on the railing of the window, Wang Fujun threw away the dagger, raised his hand and slashed hard, knocking down a five-foot-long wooden plank, leaning on it in front of him, and said: "Since you are not dead, the victory will not be decided. If you have any moves, just use them—" —”

"Let's stop here. There is no grievance or enmity at all. Why are you entangled?" Feng Qinghuan was talking, and Wang Fujun flew forward, caught off guard for a moment, and leaned over on the low table beside him, smashing it to pieces. A row of cups and bowls.

Lan He hurriedly poked his head out, saw Feng Qinghuan lying on the ground, and said sharply: "He is the disciple of Daoist Priest Sumen, if the Fu Jun hurts him, wouldn't it be a big deal if the fellow Daoist has a grudge against him?" ?”

Wang Fujun had been beaten all the way before, and finally turned over, and was stunned by the sound, Feng Qinghuan looked for an opportunity and stabbed, within three or five times, two holes were added to the corner of Wang Fujun's clothes, and he did not dare to lead his body forward.

Ever since Feng Qinghuan drew his sword, he was out of control, forcing the prince to retreat again and again, until he pressed his back against the wall again, then he stopped blocking, breathless and said: "Su Men Sir, good means... but two years have been able to polish you into such a—”

"Don't talk nonsense, don't look at my senior brother who is just standing still, but he has the master's true biography, and he can make people jump up and down with just a word of mouth. How can we need such brute force in fighting like you and me? "

Wang Fujun gasped for a while, his eyes flickered, he seemed to realize something suddenly, he hesitated to speak, and he spoke after a long time: "I didn't intend to embarrass you two, it's just because Su Mendao grows out of his own words, I have no choice but... don't want to He missed it and was stopped by you bastard, really—”

Feng Qinghuan snorted coldly, and cut him off: "What's the matter, only now do you know that there are people beyond people, and there is a sky beyond the sky? Aren't you afraid it's too late?"

Seeing the fire in the eyes of the two, Xue Yan looked at each other without saying a word, fearing that there would be another quarrel, he hurried forward and said: "Your Majesty is in such a hurry, I must ask Master for something important, but you know the two of us, wait until later After seeing the master, I should report to the old man to solve the worries and problems for the lord."

Feng Qinghuan was inexplicable when he heard it, and thought to himself: "I have already restrained people, why did senior brother come to keep the cold and warm again, could it be that he is sick and stupid..."

Wang Fujun stretched his fingers, stood up from the wall, and said to Xue Yan: "Five years ago, the three of my brothers were drinking in this Lanxiang Pavilion. After a whole year, I finally found the location of the mausoleum. Unexpectedly, a black cloth was inserted halfway, blocking the way of the three of us in the corridor, and then a fire broke out. The three of us brothers narrowly escaped death. Come on, it also ruined the facial features, my two elder brothers were unwilling to say anything, and insisted on going back to find out what happened. I was the most injured, and I needed to be diagnosed and treated as soon as possible. I had to part ways with them, how could I know ..."

Wang Fujun paused, suddenly choked up, Xue Yan nodded slightly, his eyes were clear, he had obviously guessed the ins and outs, Feng Qinghuan waited anxiously, and couldn't help asking: "What happened in the future? Then Xu Yanluo... ...Could it be that Fujun killed him?"

Wang Fujun twitched violently, gritted his teeth and said, "That's right, my second brother... was indeed killed by my hand, but I later found out that it wasn't my second brother who killed my whole family..., but the epidemic from a neighboring town." disease."

Xue Yan and Feng Qinghuan said almost simultaneously: "What?"

"Since someone died in my family, there have been one death after another in South Street. I respect my eldest brother, but he listened to the rumors and said nonsense, causing me to turn against my second brother... In order to deal with my second brother, everyone in Sizhou I know how to punch a little bit, I asked many times, and I finally practiced enough to see my eyes. When I was about to go home, I met Mr. Su Men in Luoyang. He just looked at me and said that I was the lone star of the devil. Destined to be born late and lonely."

When Wang Fujun said this, he couldn't help sighing, Feng Qinghuan said: "There are fortune tellers everywhere, and they never leave a few good words. You won't know my master's origin just because of this." Very good?"

"Heh, Mao Zaier has no sense of proportion. Your master is so generous, but standing in the crowd is naturally unrestrained and unrestrained. How dare those ordinary street vendors compare with him?"

Xue Yan glared at Feng Qinghuan, and said in a cold voice: "My younger brother...has always been indebted to discipline, the Fujun continued to talk, don't pay attention to it, I will rectify it later."

Feng Qinghuan glanced back, and it was obvious that he was extremely upset, and the prince of the Wangfu said in a deep voice: "When I left Shouyang Mountain, the eldest brother gave me a few liang of silver for medical treatment, but the second brother kept silent...Since then I misjudged the person, I only found out a year ago that Liu Wuchang was a hypocrite, in order to win everyone's favor, he did not hesitate to smear the second brother, and even tricked me into killing him."

"If you ask me, your second brother is not a good guy, and he doesn't know what he is practicing. He is neither human nor ghost—" Xue Yan heard it clearly, and stopped immediately: "Qinghuan!"

Wang Fujun's face was slightly sullen, but he only said indifferently: "Second brother has no father and no mother. He was used to being bullied by the neighbors in the past. He tried his best to learn that ghostly kung fu, so he must vent it... If he hadn't been so big If you have the guts to kill and bury those who contracted the disease, the people in this area will probably all die long ago.”

"So...your second brother Xu Yanluo did good deeds against bad luck, but in the end...was misunderstood?" Feng Qinghuan asked nervously. After Jun's words, everything changed instantly.

Wang Fujun coughed up a mouthful of blood, and gasped, "Yes...then Liu Wuchang is the chief culprit, he deceived his neighbors with his second brother's hard work, and gained a reputation of benevolence, it would be cheap to cut him into pieces he."

"Since this is the case, there is nothing that can be redeemed, but after all, what does it have to do with my master?"

Before Feng Qinghuan finished speaking, Wang Fujun immediately changed his eyes, and said angrily to Xue Yan: "Only you, the great apprentice, know how Daoist Su Clan behaves!" throat.

Xue Yan dodged in time, Feng Qinghuan came back to his senses, raised his sword, and put himself in the middle of the two, "My lord, the matter has come to an end, what can't be said slowly, it's not like you have offended Mr. Zhishui." It was as easy to get away as two years ago."

Wang Fujun raised his eyebrows fiercely, seeing Feng Qinghuan's imposing manner, he finally took half a step back, and said in a cold voice: "Do you know... where did the shadow in your hand come from?"