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In the evening, the sky was as gorgeous as a masterpiece left by the cuckoo's weeping blood. The carriage stopped in front of the small bamboo forest in Jianzhou, and the shadow on the ground was dragged a few meters away.

The gatekeeper led the shadow guards to the stables to settle the horses.

Meng Fuyuan and Huo Yi walked side by side into the gate with the vermilion lacquer and copper rings. Meng Fuyuan just took half a step when he saw a gust of wind blowing straight towards Huo Yi beside him——

Huo Yi immediately turned around to avoid it.

Meng Fuyuan raised his eyes, and saw that Bian Qingyu's hair on the opposite side was half bundled, and the loose strands of hair were messily entangled on the fabric behind him, a few strands of hair were lifted by the wind, and the corners of his bright red lips were raised, still wearing a silver-white mask. Holding a sword in the air, he turned over in the air, and in the next second he took several strides forward, and the edge of the sword came out with a fierce murderous aura, breaking through the airflow and rushing towards Huo Yi——

Huo Yi pulled out the soft sword from the scabbard with a swipe, and lifted the blade from bottom to top. The soft sword collided with Bian Qingyu's sword, stopping Bian Qingyu's attack.

Bian Qingyu withdrew his sword, possessed himself and stabbed forward again.

Huo Yi just evaded. A head-on confrontation between a soft sword and a hard sword would have won the upper hand. In addition, Huo Yi was still wounded, so Huo Yi turned to one side and dodged. White yarn.

Bian Qingyu pointed his sword upwards, and the veiled cap fell to the ground with a bang. There was no white gauze to cover his face, so his face was exposed to the blue sky and white sun.

Huo Yi was stunned, and wanted to see Meng Fuyuan's reaction for a moment, but Bian Qingyu on the opposite side was chasing after him, so Huo Yi had to concentrate on dealing with Bian Qingyu in front of him.

In just a short moment of Baiju Flint, the two of them have already gone through seven or eight moves.

In the end, Bian Qingyu stopped when he saw it was good, leaned back, and retreated seven or eight steps away. The dust flew up three inches from the ground along with the trajectory of the friction between the shoes and the ground.

Bian Qingyu inserted the sword into the scabbard, cupped his hands and said: "This hero Yan, you have offended me. Bian Qingyu, the head of the Xia Tianshu faction, just wants to try the skills of hero Yan. If you stop here, please come back!" Don't blame me, Xia."

Huo Yi wondered, how did he know my surname is Yan?

It is estimated that someone from Bian Qingyu reported the letter in advance.

Just now, it was safe to say that there was no danger. Although the head of Bian was talking to the point, he clearly used at least [-]% of his strength in these moves.In order to avoid Meng Fuyuan's suspicion, Huo Yi deliberately used the soft sword, abandoning the moves he was familiar with in the past, and the soft sword was not as proficient as the hard sword.

Huo Yi didn't know if he fought Bian Qingyu again, whether he became the defeated under the head of Bian first, or he had to use his accustomed moves first, and Meng Fuyuan saw the flaw in the end.

Bianqing Yulang thanked him, "I heard that this great hero Yan drew his sword to help save Fu Yuan's life when he encountered injustice. I would like to thank hero Yan here."

Huo Yi was disdainful in his heart, this head of Bian really knew him very well, he was almost bluffed by the word "Fu Yuan", those who didn't know the inside story thought he and Meng Fuyuan had been friends for many years.

In fact, we've only known each other for a few days.

Huo Yi picked up the veiled cap on the ground, held it in his hand, and when he got up, he took a peek at Meng Fuyuan, but he couldn't see any clues. Huo Yi comforted himself that the disguise should be successful, and he felt a little more at ease.

I heard Bian Qingyu say again: "Brother Yan, is this the first time to go to Jianzhou? Has the accommodation been arranged? Or do you have relatives or friends in Jianzhou?"

Just now he was hero Yan, now he has become Brother Yan?

Huo Yi replied: "This is my first time here, and I don't have any relatives or friends, so I plan to stay in a hotel."

Bian Qingyu smiled and said: "Since Brother Yan saved Fuyuan, we should treat Brother Yan well for a few days. Brother Yan, let's live in this small bamboo forest now, and it happens to save some money."

Bian Qingyu added, "In October, there will be a competition between the three factions of our Beiqi Sect. In late September, the guest rooms of the Beiqi Sect will be open to knights from all over the world. If Brother Yan is willing to come and see the three factions' competition, You can also live in Beiqizong."

Although Huo Yiyi didn't like the head of Bian, but Bian Qingyu's words really touched Huo Yi's difficulties, and he really didn't bring much money for this trip.

Huo Yi cupped his hands, "Thank you, Master Bian."

"Brother Yan, you are welcome." Bian Qingyu said, "Fu Yuan and I have not seen each other for a long time, and I have thousands of words to say. I can't show you the courtesy of being a guest to Brother Yan right now. I will first arrange for someone to take you to the wing room to make arrangements. Brother Yan, please forgive me for staying overnight."

Although Meng Fuyuan did not agree with the sentence "I have thousands of words to tell", but he also knew that Bian Qingyu had something important to discuss, so he followed suit, "Brother Yan, please forgive me."

This is a blatant order to chase away guests. The head of Bian is full of lies. If he is not the owner's shadow guard, but just a knight-errant who has nothing to do with him, I'm afraid he will really believe it.

Huo Yi sneered in his heart, and said respectfully and politely: "It's okay. Instead, I'm bothering the head of Bian."

Huo Yi quickly left with the servant. He was still wounded and needed a dressing change. After the injury healed, he needed to remove the stitches. The sooner the injury healed, the sooner he could recover his full strength.