Young White Horse: The Drunken Swordsman shocked Little Dongjun at the beginning

Apocalypse

An ordinary residential area.

Zixiao, Ziyun and the other two sat together quietly, looking serious.

"Let's dismiss those guys. Don't let them get involved in what we are going to do."

Ziyun suddenly asked, breaking the silence around them.

Zidi nodded, "Don't worry, big brother."

"And the money we earned in the past few months, in addition to our own needs, has been distributed to them. It is enough for them to live a good life and even do some small business."

"What about Xiaofan and his brother?"

Zihu spoke calmly.

During this period of time, they all liked Ye Xiaofan, this little guy, and naturally did not want anything to happen to the two of them.

"Alas~ Xiaofan is smart, I'm afraid he has already seen that we have other purposes in Tianqi."

Zixiao sighed.

"The identity of the young master in Tianqi City is not a secret now. He often goes out to play, and I guess he knows almost everything."

"I'm afraid it won't work to drive them away." Ziyun nodded.

"With Xiaofan's personality, he will definitely want to help his brother Ye to avenge himself."

"So, we'd better keep it a secret from them."

"Let them have a good sleep before we set off tomorrow!"

Zixiao suggested, and the three agreed.

After discussing, the four continued to do their own things as if nothing had happened.

However, Ye Xiaofan soon discovered that the four actually took out the pipa, erhu, jade flute, and long flute that had not been seen for a long time, and wiped them carefully.

Ye Xiaofan was thoughtful, and a gleam of light flashed in his eyes.

"Tomorrow is the big day for King Jingyu to marry a concubine. Many princes will attend. I guess King Qing will also be present due to royal etiquette."

"With so many people and eyes, it's a good time to assassinate."

Ye Xiaofan said secretly, and the movement of swinging the sword in his hand was not affected at all.

The swordsmanship he practiced was obtained by chance, and he learned it from a cliff.

The sword technique is upright and peaceful, with a magnanimous heart, not afraid of the powerful, not afraid of ghosts and gods.

With a magnanimous sword, all the injustice in the world is cut off.

But Ye Xiaofan has been practicing martial arts for too short a time. Although his sword technique has made some progress, ordinary hooligans can't get close to him.

But if he doesn't enter the Vajra, he may not even be able to get close to the gate of the palace.

"No matter what, I'll find a way to go and see tomorrow, and mix in the crowd to meet Brother Ye."

A fierce light flashed in Ye Xiaofan's eyes, and he stabbed out with a sword, and the sword light flashed past.

The internal Qi was aroused, and a subtle "crackling" sound like frying beans sounded, and a faint power rose.

The first level of the mortal realm, it's done!

Ye Xiaofan put away his sword and stood, with joy in his eyes.

At this last moment, he broke through the realm and became stronger, so tomorrow will be more confident.

The night fell in the sky, and the stars and the moon were hanging high.

The bright moonlight swayed and spread its moonlight, as if it was also celebrating the happy event of King Jingyu.

The entire street where the palace was located was strictly patrolled and the lights were turned off early.

But near the palace, the lights were bright and colorful, and the servants and maids who were busy coming in and out were particularly lively.

The palace.

It was divided into the front hall and the harem.

On both sides of the front hall, there were thirty-six side doors.

In the sixteen rooms on the west, there was a small room at the innermost.

It was dark all around.

Luo Qingyang stepped lightly and walked all the way, holding a sword in his hand, his expression as calm as water.

When he came to the front of the house, Luo Qingyang stopped and raised his eyes slightly, as calm as ice.

Squeak~

An old man with white hair and beard came out, wearing a blue shirt fluttering, with a sense of vicissitudes.

The old man glanced at Luo Qingyang casually, and looked into the distance, looking at King Jingyu's palace.

"You know, this honor should belong to our Ying Sect."

The old man's voice sounded indifferently, but the invisible pressure was pressed on Luo Qingyang.

Luo Qingyang was unmoved and replied indifferently.

"Even if it succeeds, I'm afraid it will only be the honor of Master."

The old man made a "hmm" sound, and his expression changed slightly, as if he just realized that the other party dared to disobey him.

The old man slowly turned his eyes, his eyes were still bright and sharp like a hawk.

The sharp eyes forced Luo Qingyang.

The old man asked expressionlessly.

"Where is Wenjun?"

"Junior sister is in a place where she is free, a place where she can live the life she wants, a place where she can't see Master."

Luo Qingyang looked at the old man calmly, without fear, and his tone was calm.

The sword in his hand was shaking slightly, making an excited sword sound.

Luo Qingyang is a rare sword cultivation genius. With a determined and enterprising mindset, his realm has advanced by leaps and bounds.

In just half a year, he has already reached the Fuyao realm of sword cultivation.

"Master~"

Luo Qingyang changed his address and looked at the old man seriously, his eyes were sharp, and he spoke word by word.

"Junior sister said that she doesn't want to see you again in the short term."

The old man's expression suddenly changed, and a chill spread, causing the temperature in the dark night to drop sharply.

"How dare you!"

The old man shouted, and a thunder suddenly sounded in the sky, causing many night patrol eunuchs to look up in surprise.

"I am her father. A father wants to see his daughter, so he needs an outsider like you to interfere here."

The old man scolded him.

"Luo Qingyang, don't think you are a good bird."

"I know you have liked Wenjun since you were a child, but for so many years, you have been submissive, weighing the pros and cons, and being timid as a mouse, and you have never dared to express your feelings."

"Why do you want to ruin my big plan at such a critical moment?"

The old man looked regretful, and his great free and easy cultivation was revealed, like a majestic momentum like a storm, slapping Luo Qingyang.

Around the two of them, wisps of sword energy had already emerged, which could isolate outsiders from eavesdropping.

"Several generations of my Ying Sect have made silent contributions, but no one in the outside world knows their names. The wealth and honor are all theirs. How many of them can compare to us?"

"I want to win a future for Ying Sect, let Ying Sect step up to the stage, and be awarded a title of nobility and general. What's wrong with that?"

"What's wrong with that!"

The old man walked towards Luo Qingyang step by step, but Luo Qingyang's eyes flickered, he said nothing, did nothing, just remained silent.

The old man came to Luo Qingyang with great momentum, and his momentum suddenly disappeared, looking coldly at the indifferent Luo Qingyang.

"It seems that you are still the Luo Qingyang of the past, timid and submissive, and you dare not even draw your sword..."

"If you fight with me tonight, I may be relieved, but your performance is really disappointing to me."

"Go back and think about whether you can bring happiness to Wenjun..."

The old man suddenly turned around and walked back to the dark house in three or two steps.

The noise and glamour outside do not belong to him, and it will be difficult for him to belong to him in the future.

He was destined to be an unknown shadow.

Luo Qingyang tightened his grip on the sword, and the long sword leaped, almost slipping out of his hand.

But in the end, Luo Qingyang suppressed the impulse.

He silently glanced at the house, turned his head and left, still like when he came, stepping lightly, silently walking through the palaces.

Finally came to the guard post of the palace.

Luo Qingyang jumped lightly and reached the highest point.

He ignored the prosperity of Tianqi City, and would not take a look at the so-called bustle of the palace, but just looked quietly in one direction.

Slowly, a faint smile appeared on Luo Qingyang's stiff face.