Friendly reminder: Those who have not noticed the reform should pay attention to the Dahong announcement and their own sheep whip.
This is a zombie fraud, and it is expected that it will be zombie fraud from time to time, the specific details are unknown.
After that, every time the corpse-figure is defrauded, the fraud will be refused, and the remaining corpse-figure sites will be postponed for three days.
Please understand the depression of young men who are worried about their livelihood.
That's all.
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People with a lot of worries often cannot sleep.
Even though he found some inexplicable peace of mind in Dong Shishi, Nie Yang still couldn't really have a good sleep.
As soon as dawn broke out, he stood up gently. Dong Shishi, whose physical strength was squeezed out by Yushui, was naturally not awakened.
The morning dew in the courtyard was first condensed, and it was cold.
The buds of tender buds are just broken through the soil, and the bluestone loess still remain cold at night. Although the rising sun is about to show, there is still no warmth.
He closed his collars, looked around and sprung gently, and flew over the eaves.
Since Widow Hua promised to help her see Wei Xi'an, it would be no harm to go and investigate before Mrs. Shi.
Dong Haoran is a person who is very convenient for himself. All his concubines' rooms are surrounded by a yard. Except for one who lives with a maid who used to serve the third wife, and the other is Wei Xi'an, the rest are all empty.
After so many things happened, there were no busy servants and maids in the Dong family yard who got up early, and the guards did not enter the inner house. It is said that there should not be anyone here at this time.
But someone sat in the corner of the yard, seeing the dew on his hair, most of whom were already here in the middle of the night.
A pair of eyes stared at Wei Xi'an's door, half sweet and half confused.
What is Dong Jianming doing here?
Nie Yang naturally couldn't think of the reason, so he walked upside down to the back of the house, and followed the thief and looked into the window. The screen was blocked very tightly, so he could only use his superior ear strength to listen to the delicate breathing sound. He was long and stable, obviously still asleep.
No exception.
After thinking about what might have happened, he still had no idea. He simply walked back to the yard gate and walked in openly. He pretended to be surprised to see Dong Jianming, walked up and asked in a low voice: Jianming, what are you doing here?
Dong Jianming's body was shocked and almost jumped up. When he turned around and saw that it was Nie Yang, he felt relieved, "I... I'm not doing anything."
He seemed afraid that Wei Xi'an would hear it, and he pulled Nie Yang out of the yard in panic. Brother-in-law, you... you got up so early.
Nie Yang frowned, and realized that Dong Jianming had something to say, and didn't want to talk to him more nonsense. He whispered: If you have something to say, just say it directly, a man is a real man, don't be like this mother-in-law and mother.
Dong Jianming was stunned, his head was hung in a silence, and he was silent for a moment before he slowly spoke: I...I...I... Yesterday, it was bad...Miss Wei's...Famous...Famous.
This incident was indeed beyond Nie Yang's expectations. Although Wei Xi'an looked quite beautiful, he was not as beautiful as it would make people crazy. A famous disciple like Dong Jianming often had a high opinion of himself and would not force rape him. He thought about it and asked: Did she seduce you?
Dong Jianming was stunned for a moment, raised his chin as if he was about to nod, and then he shook left and right as if he woke up. No... No, it was me... it was me who couldn't control it.Brother-in-law, I... how should I tell my father to let him agree to our marriage?
Nie Yang noticed something and looked up at the yard. Wei Xi'an had just opened the bedroom window, wearing only a single piece of clothing, a pair of unsightly eyes, staring at this side indifferently. He frowned slightly and patted Dong Jianming on the shoulder. You'd better make sure first that Miss Wei plans to marry you and then go to find your father... If Miss Wei is really willing to marry you, I can tell your father for you.
Dong Jianming had seen Dong Haoran look almost humble in front of Nie Yang. Although he was unhappy, Nie Yang was still a little happy now that he agreed to speak for him. He happened to see Wei Xi'an awakening and said hurriedly: Thank you brother-in-law first.
Then it passed.
Nie Yang stood there and looked for a while. Dong Jianming, who was facing his back through the window, seemed a little excited, and gestured back and forth with his hands. Wei Xi'an was just a little guilty and self-blame, without the shyness or uneasiness that a woman who was in love with others should have.
Seeing Dong Jianming suddenly jumping into Wei Xi'an's bedroom through the window, Nie Yang felt vaguely that it was inappropriate to continue looking, so he turned around and left and walked towards the escort agency.
There are already many timid escorts in the escort agency. Qi's head of escort did not come back, Dong Haoran stayed in his door, and the rest were all waiting for the day of escorts to come without any leader.
The guard at the door did not show any respect for Nie Yang, the new chief.
But it doesn't matter. He didn't come to find these ordinary warriors.
Oh, why is the groom coming again?how?As a manager, can't you even knock on the door?
Nie Yang opened the door and went in. Wei Rihui in the room was indeed not sleeping, but sat on the bed with a short gun. The bandage on his right arm had been removed, and it seemed that he was well healed.
I'm here to ask something about Wei Xi'an.
Nie Yang said straight to the point.
Wei Rihui tightened his hand holding the short gun and said in a deep voice: Have you seen Sister Hua before?
Yes, I promised to investigate Wei Xi'an's affairs for her.
Then you go check and ask me what I do.
Wei Rihui grabbed a soft cloth and began to wipe the gun body.
Some things are not asked clearly, which is very troublesome.
Nie Yang said lightly, what is Wei Xi'an's character and ethics?
Wei Rihui didn't expect him to ask this, and asked back: Why are you asking this?
Because she was acting abnormally.
Why is it abnormal?
She seduced a man.
impossible!
Wei Rihui glared and said, Xi'an... Xi'an has always been a very steady girl. Although... although sometimes she is impulsive, she will definitely not be able to do such a thing!I don't believe it!
Nie Yang closed his eyes, and could not guess in his heart why Wei Xi'an suddenly had an entanglement with Dong Jianming. At least he could see that the woman definitely did not fall in love with Dong Jianming, not at all.
Why don't you speak?
Wei Rihui was a little angry, and his hand holding the short gun was slightly raised.
Nie Yang sighed and said lightly: I have nothing to say.I have something to do, goodbye.
When he was about to walk out of the door, Nie Yang stopped and said: If Xiao Shitou comes back, tell her something for me.
What?
Go as far as you can.Otherwise she would definitely regret it.
He told the concierge that he would keep Mrs. Shi. Nie Yang found Murong Ji and found a secluded place to discuss it, but he still couldn't think about Wei Xi'an's affairs.
Yunying love has not returned overnight, which also makes people feel a little worried.
The only person who has a clue to look for now is probably Dong Qingqing. But if you want to catch Wu Yan's trace, only Mrs. Shi can reliably identify it.
So Nie Yang had to wait.
As the sky gradually dawned, Qiu Mingyang and Xu Peng, together with Yin Tingxiao and Monk Bujing were waiting at the escort agency for the righteous figure who might come to help. Murong Ji, as the escort owner, was with him and began to discuss the detailed matters of the escort that had been delayed for a long time but had no progress.
Dong Haoran was not absent this time, and just happened to catch up as if he had just returned from outside. Seeing his haggard and dry look and his absent-minded look made Xu Peng surprised and asked repeatedly, but he just responded vaguely.
Ying Hengtian saw Nie Yang present and felt a little unhappy, so he left the patrol.
Nie Yang heard these people talking behind Dong Haoran. It was not too early, and Mrs. Shi should have arrived. Most of the time, Dong Shishi had already stood up, so she whispered and told Dong Haoran to do what Murong Ji said and leave first.
I went to meet Dong Shishi. Although Miss Dong Er was a little dissatisfied with her husband's busyness, she knew that her sister was obedient and didn't say much. She just took Lu'er back to the bed and pulled Nie Yang to kiss him gently on the face, and gave her a flushing reminder, Xiao... Xiao Yangzi, although saving her sister is important, you... you are not a peerless master, yes, don't be able to fight your life.
Nie Yang stood up and smiled, gently pinched her mouth, Don't worry, I won't let you be a widow.
When I walked past the entrance of the inner courtyard, I happened to see Dong Jianming coming out of Wei Xi'an's room with his red face and holding his collar. Although there were palm prints on his face, his expression looked very satisfied and shy.
After stopping and waiting for a while, Wei Xi'an opened the door and walked out. Except for the unnaturally rosy cheeks, the others looked very natural, but the expression was a hint of sadness.
Nie Yang saw that there was no one around after Dong Jianming left, and thought for a while, walked over and said directly: Miss Wei, you are the one who Zhuying.
Wei Xi'an was shocked when he heard this, and actually held the door frame with one hand. She gasped for a few times, walked over quickly, and whispered worriedly: Who are you?Why do you know about me?
Nie Yang saw her with suspicion and said: I have seen Widow Hua.
Wei Xi'an immediately looked up and said: Where is she?
She had a lot of things to ask Hua Keyi why no one came to her, and why the light flash she gave had no effect in the end...
Nie Yang shook his head. When he could see you, she would naturally come to see you.What happened to you these days?How did you escape from the Decayed Flower Alliance?Why did you know Dong Jianming?
Wei Xi'an took two steps back with caution and said: I'll ask again, who are you?
Nie Yang did not intend to reveal his identity and was considering how to answer, but he heard the doorman shouting from far to near, "Son-in-law!"Son-in-law!Something happened!
What's wrong?
The guard was very panicked and didn't even speak smoothly. He stammered: Shi... Shi Liu, Shi Liu is back!
Nie Yang's heart trembled and he immediately rushed to the escort agency. The guard behind him still couldn't believe it and said to himself: ...That Shi Liu turned out to be...a woman...
Although the main hall is large, many people will still feel stuffy when discussing, so the chairs are all placed on the martial arts training ground. When the idle people are waiting outside, there is no need to worry about being eavesdropped on them.
The letter sent by Qiu Mingyang, and the respondents arrived. Two disciples came from Ningyuzhuang, who looked like young couples. Although the Emei Sect has not recovered in recent years, it still sent the lay younger sister of the new leader, Master Chen, and the young fortress master and follower of Zhenyue Fort are on the way and will arrive today.
Perhaps after searching all over the martial arts world, I can’t find a team of escorts who are more luxurious than this.
Everyone believes that even if there are any intentions from the Dehua League or other enemies, they will not choose to be a time when there are many experts.
So when the two guards guarding outside spitted blood and flew into the yard, most of them were shocked.
Monk Bujing raised his eyebrows slightly, Murong Ji remained calm, Dong Haoran was expressionless, and the rest couldn't help but look at the woman who walked in.
Liu Ting no longer wears men's clothing. She has a capable skirt, pants, narrow waist jacket. While it is convenient for movement, she also shows her curvy figure. Her youthful chest, which was not deliberately restrained, was proudly tall.
Her knife was right at her waist and her hand was right at the knife. From the beginning of entering the door, her sight had never left Dong Haoran.
She no longer wants to wait for Xing Saiying to appear, and she can no longer bear to kill Xia Hao.
Who are you?What to do?
Qiu Mingyang broke the silence in the martial arts training field.
The escorts at the Haoran Escort Agency were all surprised by Liu Ting's figure and no one answered.
Liu Ting said coldly: I'm here to take revenge.My surname is Liu.
Monk Bujing looked at the lancet on her waist and smiled and said: Could the donor be from Liujiazhuang, Jiangnan?
Liu Ting stared at Dong Haoran's wooden face, and her hand holding the hilt tightened. Yes, I am Han Zhan Liuyun.
Yin Tingxiao raised his face and said: This girl, this joke is not funny.
Anyone who is a little older knows that Han Zhan Liuyun Liu Yueru has passed away for many years.
Liu Ting slowly pulled out the knife. This is no joke. After my aunt died, I would be Han Zhan Liuyun.The cold cuts the flowing clouds, Liu Ting.
Yin Tingxiao smiled and touched her chin and said: Miss Liu, who are you looking for to avenge?
Liu Ting slowly raised the knife and pointed the tip of the knife at Dong Haoran, him.
Monk Bujing stared at her and said: This female donor, the old monk and these donors are guests of honor to the person you are referring to. If there is no evidence, I am afraid it will be difficult to explain, right?
Liu Ting said coldly: It’s just me who is here to take revenge. I know who he is, it’s enough.
Yin Tingxiao has always been aggressive, and never cares about her age. She stood up and walked over and smiled: Miss Liu, you are here to fight. I like to fight. Can we have a fight?I'll give you one right hand so that people won't be told that I'm bullying the small one for the big one.
Liu Ting's anger was already reaching her limit, and her eyes slashed at her with a cold sword, "You don't need to let me go!"You come!
Yin Ting Xiao originally wanted to try the Liu family's Bibo sword technique, but he didn't take Liu Ting to heart. Unexpectedly, this sword was full of energy and did not vomit, and the long-lasting future was shocked. He was so skillful that he couldn't help but take a step back.
Liu Ting then took half a step, and turned the blade toward Yin Tingxiao's right hand.
Yin Tingxiao quickly put his right hand behind his back, jumped to the left and attacked Liu Ting's ribs with a bounce.
Unexpectedly, Liu Ting did not dodge or avoid, her sword force changed from rolling to slash, her arms opened and closed, and she followed Yin Tingxiao's body horizontally.
Even if he hit the kick, the opponent would have suffered some internal injuries. Yin Tingxiao naturally would not fight so hard. He twisted his waist in the air and used his left hand to press and pull the back of the knife.
He turned to the ground, but the tip of the knife was slightly tilted but still slashed his belt.
Good knife skills!
The sword's move seemed to never use old ones. As soon as he slid over, he turned and slashed again. It was like the blue waves rippling when the boat entered the quiet lake. The waves were endless. Yin Tingxiao exclaimed and counterattacked, and did not dare to ask her to attack again.
Monk Bujing watched the two fight and asked in a deep voice: Master Dong, do you have nothing to say?
Dong Haoran coughed twice and said hoarsely: Right and wrong will be subject to public opinion.
Liu Ting attacked twice, and the sword changed and slapped out his left palm, using Yunxu palm.
In the palm hidden sword, outside the sword cold palm, Liujiazhuang's family-born kung fu is the most difficult to practice with this set of sword style that combines the Bibo sword technique. Once you fail to practice, you will cut off your hand with your own knife.
But once you have practiced it, you should not underestimate the power. It is feasible for Yin Tingxiao to guard against this light and elegant single sword with one hand. With the extra palm wind that floats like cotton but has a strong internal strength, it will immediately become difficult.
The blade turned and raised, forcing Yin Tingxiao to the place where he must save his left arm. At the same time, the light palm wind attacked his lower abdomen silently.
good!
Yin Tingxiao exclaimed, stretched his right arm quickly, and drew a circle in front of him. A soft force was like a seal and a closed palm lined up to one side.
Liu Ting knew that the other party began to do her best, and gritted her silver teeth and began to continuously attach her internal force to the palm of the knife, and the attack became more and more fierce.
However, the Liu family's sword and palm techniques are not a fierce and domineering school. In addition, Wudang Tai Chi is the best in the world. Yin Tingxiao's palms complement each other and moves in a circular motion like flowing water. No matter how Liu Ting cuts his palms, he is always stimulated to another direction by the feminine Tai Chi power.
Strangely, this female donor seemed to have internal injuries on her body.
Monk Bujing frowned slightly, and saw that Liu Ting's inner breath was not free. The kung fu that was originally comparable to Yin Tingxiao was gradually at a disadvantage. It is really rare to be able to practice such kung fu at a young age.It's a pity to be so hurt, it's a pity.
Murong Ji smiled and stood up and said: Since it's a pity, what if I go on and separate them?
Although he was smiling, his eyes were full of anger.
When Liu Ting made a fuss today, she didn't know what impact it would have on the ward. If she really had to ignore the overall situation, she wouldn't blame him.
Monk Bujing looked at Murong Ji and laughed: The younger generation is terrifying, the younger generation is terrifying, please.
Murong Ji!The enemies of relatives are irreconcilable!
When Liu Ting heard Murong Ji's words, she suddenly exhaled and shouted, "If you stop me today, I will not let you go!"
With this distraction, Yin Tingxiao suddenly took a step closer, squeezed and leaned back, and made an ordinary move to move the hammer into Liu Ting's sword light, hitting the ribs in his chest.
Liu Ting actually took only half a step back, turned the blade and swung it out, and attacked from the fleeting flaws when Yin Tingxiao attacked.
With a dull sound, Yin Tingxiao jumped back several feet and stood firmly, leaving a bloody mouth in his left arm, his face strange.
Liu Ting stood there, the blade was stained with blood, her lips were tightly pursed and her body trembled slightly, and blood seemed to hang down at the corners of her lips.
Yin Tingxiao was stunned for a moment, and bowed and said: The girl is very skilled in martial arts, and Yin has nothing to say.
After saying that, she shook her head and walked back to her seat. Liu Ting took a few deep breaths. She just took Yin Tingxiao two heavy blows, and the blood in her chest was churning.
She swallowed a mouthful of blood from her mouth, turned to face Dong Haoran, raised the lancet in her hand, and gritted her teeth and said: Is there anyone else to interfere with me?
Everyone here is a righteous person. Seeing that her teeth are covered with blood, she felt unbearable and no one said anything, and they all began to look at Dong Haoran suspiciously.
Girl... Are you a descendant of the Liu family?
A gentle voice came from the gate of the courtyard. A middle-aged woman with a sad face and tears in her eyes stood there, her lips trembling constantly. It was Mrs. Dong.
Liu Ting looked at her, her face calmed down a little, but she still hated her, Peng Xinci!You tell them!Who is your husband?
Most of the people here were stunned when they heard Mrs. Dong’s name for the first time, but when they heard Liu Ting’s call out, they couldn’t help but believe it a little more.
If Dong Haoran is really Xia Hao, 99% of the people here cannot interfere with Liu Ting's revenge.
Don't speak that to my mother!
With anger, Dong Jianming flew over and took Liu Ting straight into his palm.
My father will repay his debts and sons, so I will attack you first!
Liu Ting's murderous aura surged, and she knocked Dong Jianming's long sword with one knife, stepped forward and slashed his waist.
Dong Jianming cut his sword in a row. Although he lost his wish in anger, his long-term skills were at the same time, and his sword tips were twisted and he still lifted Liu Ting's blade.
Liu Ting did not relax and made a move, as if she was about to force Dong Haoran to take action. She kept her sword and knife away from Dong Jianming's hands, feet and facial features, but ignored the vital points.
Dong Jianming encountered a strong enemy for the first time, and it was also the first time he felt the chilling murderous aura. The long sword was not as free as usual in practice. It was swept by Liu Ting's sword wind like mud, becoming heavier and more stagnant.
Don't hurt my son!He knows nothing...Ah!
Peng Xinci shouted loudly on the side, suffering from the absence of martial arts and was unable to help separate the two.
Brother Dong, what's the fuck?Talk Ah!
Xu Peng didn't understand why, so he was so anxious that he rubbed his hands around.
Qiu Mingyang also frowned and said: Even if it is a family matter, it shouldn't be like this.
Dong Haoran still didn't say a word, just stared blankly at the two people who were fighting faster and faster.
Originally, both of them had a slow and fast skill. At this moment, one was young and vigorous, and the other was eager to take revenge. They all used one move as fast as one move, and the swords and swords were constantly fighting each other.
Murong Ji wanted to go down to stop him, but he felt something was wrong with Dong Haoran beside him, so he slowly sat back.
After all, Wudang is the authentic Xuanmen. Liu Ting is seriously injured. Although her martial arts skills are much better than Dong Jianming, she is becoming more and more powerless when she makes moves. She is gradually resurgent by Tai Chi Mianjin, and her hands are becoming weaker and weaker.
Dong Jianming struggled to maintain the defense of the sword net. He felt that the pressure was getting lighter, so he naturally would not miss the opportunity. He hung and slapped the sword and collapsed between Liu Ting's chest and abdomen.
Liu Ting barely returned the knife, but her internal strength was not maintained. Instead, she was shocked by the soft and hard Tai Chi power, and her whole body felt a tingling pain. The Lancet almost let go.
He took two steps back and staggered to the ground.
If there are millions of fine needles in the chest and abdomen, it will be so painful that it will be overwhelming.
Dong Jianming saw that there was another bright red spill in her lips, frowned and stopped chasing, and hugged the sword and said loudly: This girl, I don’t know any misunderstandings between you and my father, but I hope you can explain it clearly.
As he said that, he reached out to pull her.
Liu Ting slapped his hand with a palm, and a mouthful of blood mist squirted in front of him, slashing his sword horizontally.
Dong Jianming was inexperienced when facing the enemy, his eyes were fascinated by blood, and he took a step back in a panic, just avoiding the key point, but the tip of the knife also dragged a long wound on his belly, and all the clothes and flesh were turned outward, as if they were broken open.
A severe pain in his stomach, and the tentacles were warm and wet. Dong Jian stepped back with a scream. Ah yo sat on the ground, covering the wound on his stomach blankly.
Peng Xinci screamed in shock and fell softly on the chair.
Dong Haoran frowned slightly, but still had no reaction.
He actually used such means to hurt my Wudang disciple!What a vicious woman!
Yin Tingxiao shouted loudly, and even when he entered the venue, several Wudang disciples hurriedly called the uncle to the back to moan Dong Jian and put medicine to heal his wounds.
Liu Ting was injured and was exhausted, but she still gritted her teeth and waved her knife to block Yin Tingxiao's punch and shouted: Dong Haoran!Do you think you can escape the deep hatred of blood by changing your name!
She straightened her chest and stopped dodging Yin Tingxiao's fists. You blind and upright sects!He is Xia...Well!
It was not Yin Tingxiao's attack that hit Liu Ting. When Liu Ting called out, Yin Tingxia slowed down his fist speed.
Just as Liu Ting was about to shout the last words, Murong Ji squeezed into the two of them like a ghost, and his right palm fluttered out and faced Yin Tingxiao. His left palm pushed out a palm wind to suppress Liu Ting's breath and held back her last words.
Yin Tingxiao was shocked. Unexpectedly, he would be bullied in front of him like this. Subconsciously, his palms came out together and his body floated backwards.
Murong Ji slapped his back to him, then faced him with one hand and grabbed Liu Ting's shoulder with force, took her back several steps away, and whispered: Miss Liu, do you really don't want to find Xing Saiying?
Liu Ting gritted her teeth and said: I...I will not let go of none of them!I...is not Nie Yang!
As she spoke, she vomited another mouthful of blood. Wudang's internal strength accumulated, and Yin Tingxiao's seemingly not heavy actually made her feel a little confused... No!
She shook her head and vaguely found that there seemed to be a heat current in her dantian.
Murong Ji didn't know the changes in her body. Seeing her face flushed and white, she took out a pill in worry. Miss Liu, calm down and take this pill first.
Liu Ting shook her head stubbornly, took a step back, and gasped: I...I will come again!
Brother Murong!Don't let her go!
Little brother!Stay her!
Xu Peng and Qiu Mingyang shouted out at the same time. As leaders involved in the escort agency, they dared not let go of anything that could cause trouble.
But Murong Ji ignored it. He neither caught Liu Ting nor pushed her away, but stared at Liu Ting in a daze.
There was a thin middle-aged man there, and his facial features looked a little bit old, but a scar in the slanted surface looked a little fierce.
The man stood there expressionlessly, as if he was there just now.
But no one noticed when and how he stood there.
Liu Ting turned around following Murong Ji's gaze, showed joy on her face, and screamed in a low voice: Senior Dongfang!You are here!
The man looked slightly biased and said slowly and stiffly: Why did you miss the appointment yesterday?
Liu Ting opened her eyes wide in surprise, I... I was obviously... yesterday...
Before she finished speaking, the man had turned his face away, and he seemed to be uninterested in her failure to make an appointment.
He looked at Murong Ji and asked slowly: Where is the Nine Songs of the Netherworld?
Take the dart?
Xu Peng screamed softly and was about to get up.
Qiu Mingyang grabbed him and whispered: The ward hasn't started to protect him yet, don't worry about him.
Xu Peng lowered his voice and said: Nonsense, we are still busy if we have no darts!
Qiu Mingyang rolled his eyes and stood up and sang: This brother asked us what the purpose of the bodyguard we wanted to protect?Could it be that you want to take the raid?
Unexpectedly, the man had no reaction at all, as if Qiu Mingyang had never opened his mouth at all, and he was still looking at Murong Ji without any waves.
Murong Ji hesitated for a moment, as if considering who this person was.
The man glanced at him and found that only Xu Peng was dressed as a mattress, Dong Haoran was dressed in casual clothes, and Qiu Mingyang was in a scholar's robe.
Xu Peng felt a blur before his eyes, his collar suddenly tightened, and his whole body was lifted up. After a while, he found that he was being lifted by the middle-aged man and he brought the chairs he was sitting on to the ground.
let go!
Xu Peng was shocked and angry, and swung his punch. Unexpectedly, in the middle of the punch, an internal force suddenly invaded from his lifted neck. His throat felt sweet and his hands were hanging down weakly.
Are you a dart guard?
The man asked slowly, his dark gray eyes looking at Xu Peng coldly.
You...Who are you?
Looking at those indifferent eyes that were as emotional as Xu Peng trembled all over and even stuttered in his questions.
Murong Ji's face turned pale. He had just seen the mysterious footwork of this middle-aged man. Although he didn't see every landing point clearly, Liu Ting's words just now were enough to judge who this was...
Lonely... Senior Lonely Wolf?Why are you here?
The lonely wolf Dongfang Mo didn't hear it at all, and raised Xu Peng half a foot. His face turned purple and red as if it was almost bursting out when he lifted his hands.
Xu Peng seemed to realize something, and quickly nodded hard, squeezed out his answer from his teeth: Yes... I am a dart guard...
Plopped, Xu Peng's huge and powerful body was thrown to the ground like garbage. Dongfang Mo looked down at him and asked: Where is the dart?
No matter what kind of wolf you are!If you want to take the dart, you will pass this level first!
Yin Tingxiao shouted, and his feet pressed against the ground and stepped on the seven stars to display his small grasp and grabbed Dongfang Mo's right arm.
The anger of seeing Dong Jianming get hurt is now spread.
When the wolf soul was famous all over the world, it was only a few of them. The name of the Lone Wolf Dongfangmo was not very famous, far from that of his wife, everyone knew it.
But Yin Tingxiao didn't dare to be proud. The sharp and erratic body movement just now was not as invisible as the name of a wolf soul. While grabbing it with his right hand, his left palm had already used Tai Chi power to prepare for protection.
Dongfang Mo raised his right hand and took a step back half a step.
Yin Tingxiao was slightly happy, thinking that it was just like this, and then he quickly tapped his left palm and poured out.
The moves of Xiaoge Nao's hand are not complicated, there are not many fancy tricks, and they are straightforward to grab and pinch. He has used this ordinary little grapple hand for many years and is both stable and fast. Several Wudang disciples couldn't help but whisper.
But no matter how Yin Tingxiao changed his capture, Dongfang Mo just took a simple right hand and took a small step back, which made his move fail. In an instant, thirty-six small capture hands had already walked twice, and Dongfang Mo had already retreated and circled around.
Yin Tingxiao's forehead was slightly sweating, half was impatient, half was too strong for internal force.
Dongfang Mo didn't attack him, and his best Tai Chi skills could be said to be useless. Judging from the other party's body skills, he knew that there was almost no chance of relying on Tai Chi to wrap around.
Halfway through the third time, Yin Tingxiao became more and more anxious. Seeing that the opponent did not change his temperament, he felt a sudden blow in his heart and stopped attacking. The right hand attacking the opponent turned claws into palms without any trace. With a light touch, it turned into Wudang Mian Palm, and the attack and defense were steadily attacked.
This change was natural, and it can be said that there was no flaw. If you insist on having it, it was just that when the strong attack and defense were transformed into half of the attack and defense, the tense nerve instinct was slightly relaxed.
This insignificant slackness is enough.
Dongfang Mo stretched out his right palm without any effort, which was exactly the same as the method of blocking the hand just now. Yin Tingxiao looked at it for more than a hundred times and understood the following changes. The steps of the cotton palm and the eight trigrams complement each other. He raised his left foot and stepped on the ridge position in a diagonal position, and chased and slashed over with his palm.
When he used the move, he was suddenly shocked. Yin Tingxiao secretly shouted "No," and he could not hold back his body.
Dongfang Mo's right hand did not leave in one frame, but suddenly sank his shoulder and pushed out his elbow. Yin Tingxiao, who could not hold back, was like sending the empty door on his chest protected by his muffin palm.
With a palm hit, Yin Tingxiao only had enough force to penetrate his chest and abdomen, intending to take this palm hard.
Unexpectedly, Dongfang Mo's palm was powerless, but with a light touch on his chest, he immediately grabbed the collar of his chest, and his thumb pressed against the point on his chest, and raised it to the top of his head.
Yin Tingxiao's acupoints were controlled, and his limbs could not be soft and drooped.
Dongfang Mo saw Wudang disciples flying to rescue him, and threw Yin Tingxiao out. A blue-gray figure flashed, and the acupoints of the disciples who were rushing over were fixed in place, but Yin Tingxiao crashed straight into the courtyard wall.
Monk Bujing's face changed drastically, and he snatched it away, but the power of the throwing was very strong and he couldn't catch up with it!
Unable to raise his hand to save himself, Yin Tingxiao could only close his eyes and wait for death.
But when the head was about to touch the wall, the throwing force suddenly disappeared without a trace, and his hands and feet were free.
He quickly supported the wall with both hands, turned over and stood by the wall, his head was rubbed with mud and dust, and his back was sweating.
A lonely wolf?Listening to the title, the donor is also a wolf soul.
The monk Bujing slowly walked towards Dongfangmo and said, "This ward was entrusted by Ruyi Tower, which is also considered to be related to the donor. Is it inappropriate to have such details?"
Dongfang Mo glanced at Murong Ji, looked back at Monk Bujing, and said coldly: Is it okay? It has nothing to do with your Shaolin bald donkey.
The monk Bujing stopped speaking, and walked slowly and slowly with each step. His old monk robe was automatically blown without wind, and he flew and flew, and his dry arms suddenly raised his broken muscles.
The relationship between the previous generation of wolf souls and the Shaolin Sect was already very tense, and three or four monks from the Arhat Hall Dharma Court died in the turmoil.
Monk Bujing was originally a disciple of that generation, and he never let go of that disaster. At this moment, his arms were filled with true power, and the Vajra Demon Subduing Fist was ready to go, and the true energy was swelling between the sleeves of the robe.
The two Ningyuzhuang disciples were just laughing and watching Yin Tingxiao attack, pointing from time to time, and only now had their smiles closed, focused on the field, staring at the monk Bujing and approaching Dongfang Mo step by step.
Qiu Mingyang held the armrest of the chair tightly with one hand and wiped the sweat from his forehead with the other. He didn't know if the flying knife in his sleeve should be taken out.
Murong Ji frowned and saw that the two of them were only three steps apart. After looking around, he found that Nie Yang had arrived at some point, and stood behind Peng Xinci who was taking care of Dong Jianming from afar.
He was about to go to Nie Yang to discuss while Dongfang Mo was confronting Monk Bujing, but he didn't know that before his toes were raised, a strong wind blew in his face. He rushed up his arms and took over the palm that Dongfang Mo slashed silently. He surging in his chest, and he took several steps back.
Let's go together.
Dongfang Mo said in a deep voice, pushing away the fist of the monk Bujing with one palm, taking two steps towards Murong Ji, and the central palace attacked Murong Ji's chest.
The monk Bujing exhaled and opened his breath, shouted loudly and swung his right fist, flying straight to Dongfang Mo's back heart.
The sound of the punch was stimulating and powerful. Dongfang Mo dared not support him, so he took the side steps to move the wolf shadow and moved it away.
Murong Ji got the gap and took a deep breath to smooth the meridians that were turning over, and attacked them with one mistake.
If you care about the other party's identity now, he is likely to die.
Although the monk Bujing was old, his internal strength was pure and profound for decades. Dongfang Mo had just stabilized his body, and his thin fists had already followed him.
Murong Ji's body movements were not surprising, but his palms were complicated and complicated, looking like clouds and mists were shrouded in light and fluttering without any trace.
While opening the monument to crack the stone, it was floating and empty. No one would choose to avoid the real. Dongfang Mo's eyes were fixed on Murong Ji, and his face seemed to have changed slightly. He twisted his upper body and barely avoided the Vajra Demon-Subduing Fist of the Unclean Monk, and his hands came out to meet Murong Ji.
Murong Ji's palms became increasingly vague, and the ordinary escort could no longer see where his palms were slapped.
Yin Tingxiao, who was still in shock, also changed his face, and he could not tell where Murong Ji's palm technique was going to attack.
Dongfang Mo recognized the same palm technique. He flipped and shook his hands, and the shadows of the palms floating like smoke disappeared immediately, and the four palms met silently.
Murong Ji's face turned pale, his arms were sore and numb by the surging internal force pressing from the opposite side, and he felt a sharp pain like a knife cut on the Dantian.
Monk Bujing punched the air with one punch, then turned around and knocked her arms across her waist.
Dongfang Mo raised his left leg and took the punch. He stood with one leg and fought with Murong Ji. This time he was so delicious that he trembled his whole body and flew several feet wide.
Shaolin divine fist and Lone Smoke Palm are indeed well-known.
Dongfang Mo slowly stopped and praised him slowly.
The monk Bujing turned his body and made a mistake and grabbed it again. His fists swept the wind to catch Dongfang Mo's radius. His thin body was moving faster and faster. The gray cloth monk's shoes on the bluestone slab were like flying in the air, without touching the ground.
Murong Ji stroked his chest and slowly took two steps. He was still young after all and his internal strength was insufficient. He was shocked and could not lift his energy.
In the circle that kept moving, there was a sudden bang bang and a loud bang sound. Finally, there was a loud bang like a thunder. The monk's robe cracked and flew around, and the people also retreated repeatedly. Every step back left a shallow footprint on the stone slab!
After retreating for more than ten steps, Monk Bujing tried to stop, his face shook like gold paper, and he could no longer speak.
Dongfang Mo bent his index finger and rubbed off a trace of blood from the corner of his lips, and slowly walked towards Murong Ji.
At this time, Liu Ting suddenly pointed at Dong Haoran and shouted, Senior Dongfang!He knows where the Nine Songs of the Netherworld are!
She made up her mind that as long as Dongfang Mo captured Dong Haoran, she would find an opportunity to kill him!
Dongfang Mo glanced along Liu Ting's fingertips, rushed up like a big roc on his right foot, and rushed straight towards Dong Haoran who had been sitting upright.
Don't hurt my dad!
Don't hurt him!
Dong Shishi screamed and ran towards Dong Haoran. Peng Xinci opened her arms and blocked Dong Haoran. Monk Bujing forced a breath of true energy and punched her.
Dongfang Mo opened the monk's fist with his palm, and followed the trend, making him unable to stop turning the circle and flash to one side. At the same time, he kicked out with one leg and kicked Peng Xinci's ribs.
This leg was a little faster than the palm of the monk Bujing, but it did not hit it, but was hooked with his heel and turned toward the side.
When Dong Shishi saw that Dongfang Mo's offensive was pulled away, she was about to breathe a sigh of relief, but she found that Nie Yang was blocking Dongfang Mo. She immediately shouted in her heart: Xiao Yangzi!Do you want to die?
She had seen the fights just now from halfway through, and they were not the opponents that ordinary escorts could compete.
Nie Yang had no time to distract himself and answered. He hesitated for a long time before he decided to come out to compete with Dongfang Mo head-on. He tried his best to prevent Dongfang Mo from disrupting all his pace.
The hook and one area just now almost used all his Yinghui's skills, but he could only lead that leg to one side and could not reverse it.
Boy...
Dongfang Mo frowned, but before he finished speaking, the monk Bujing behind him had already attacked again.
Nie Yang hesitated slightly, knowing that now is not the time to say more. The lone wolf is used to being alone. It must be a lot of trouble today if he doesn't fight him back. At this time, he doesn't care about hiding his kung fu, and spread the wolf shadow trail and snatched a sword by his side, and stabbed Dongfang Mo with a sword.
Dongfang Mo blocked the fist of the Bujing Monk and fell backwards, causing Nie Yang's long sword to almost pierce his cheeks, and his fingers bounced on Nie Yang's sword hilt like lightning, trying to shock him so that he couldn't hold back.
The cohesion force was tilted to the sword's edge, and Nie Yang knocked his elbow down to Dongfang Mo's chest. His moves were quicker than the monk Bujing.
Dongfang Mo turned his palm and slapped the ground. At the critical moment, he bounced himself to the side, kicked the monk Bujing, forced him to take a step away, and stood firmly on the side.
Nie Yang came like a shadow, throwing his sword to the side of the palm of the wind and approaching Dongfang Mo's face.
Dongfang Mo snorted coldly, his feet parted in a different way, and he met with one palm.
The palms intersected silently, just because Nie Yang used his twelve points of his skill to use his shadow to remove the overwhelming internal force to his feet.
Dongfang Mo came out his palm like the wind and three palms. Nie Yang concentrated his mind and concentrated his strength to face it three times. He heard a sound of cracking stones under his feet, and the stone foam splashed and sunk down a pair of footprints like a knife carved with axe.
His arms became more and more numb, but Dongfang Mo still looked unchanged and his palm came out. Monk Bujing suppressed the turbid air in his chest and pounced on him again from behind.
At this time, I suddenly heard Peng Xinci and Dong Shishi scream at the same time, followed by Liu Ting’s scream!
Everyone looked at it, but Liu Ting took advantage of the fight and forced herself to move over. She condensed her last breath of true energy to suppress the storm waves in her chest and abdomen, and flew hard to slash at Dong Haoran who could not sit upright.
Amid the screams, Peng Xinci suddenly turned around to protect Dong Haoran. At this moment, Liu Ting was unable to stop the move. While Qiu Mingyang shot out the flying knife in his hand, the knife had already slashed on Peng Xinci's back.
As Liu Ting exclaimed, the flying knife hit her right wrist. Whether it was the pain on her body or the limit in her heart, she shook and collapsed on the ground.
Go and die!
Dong Shishi rushed over with tears in her face, picked up the knife from the ground and slashed it on Liu Ting's neck.
Nie Yang hurriedly rushed over, pointed at Dong Shishi, then squatted down and pointed out his fingers like the wind to seal the blood vessels near Peng Xinci's wound, pressed against her back heart with her palm, and helped her protect her heart vessels with true energy.
Dong Shishi couldn't move, and she could not speak, and tears kept pouring out. But her blurry vision saw something incredible. Her father Dong Haoran actually pulled out a blood-red soft sword from her waist at this time, stabbing her like a poisonous snake!
Nie Yang glanced at the afterglow and was shocked. The incident was too sudden. Even if this person was disguised as the one from the Flower Destroying Alliance, why was it not him who was assassinating at this moment but Dong Shishi?
He didn't have time to think about the reason, so he got up and raised his elbow and bumped Dong Shishi's arm, allowing her hand holding the lancet to return to the force of his shadow, and put the soft sword aside with a sound.
Unfortunately, Dong Shishi had no internal force, and this shock made her tiger's mouth crack and her knife fell to the ground.
Dong Haoran also changed his moves very quickly, and he slid down to Dong Shishi's slant, and swung his sword and turned toward her neck.
But this shift is enough to wake many people up.
Qiu Mingyang raised his hands and more than a dozen flying knives shot out in a row. Yin Tingxiao stepped forward, and Wudang Changquan rushed straight to the empty door behind the man with a loud shout.
Unexpectedly, the man who pretended to be Dong Haoran screamed strangely and refused to stop and avoided him.
Seeing Dong Shishi splattering blood on the spot, Nie Yang was about to withdraw his palm and give up Peng Xinci's life to rescue him, a wooden board flew over with a cry. The monk Mingyang's flying knife came first, and broke the blood-colored soft sword with a bang.
The man screamed loudly with unwillingness and was shot out by Yin Tingxiao with a flying knife. He was killed no matter what.
Nie Yang calmed down a little, and knew that the strong support had returned, so he quickly concentrated his energy and continued to rescue Peng Xinci's injury.
This knife wound can be seen, and it can be said that life and death are all due to the existence of his true energy at this moment.
Naturally, he could stop. At this moment, the strong enemy was in front of him, and no one could say anything about him.
He can take revenge and feel guilty.
If someone can blame him, there is only one.
Because he promised that man to protect the rest of the Dong family.
And that person has returned now.That life-saving board is naturally her masterpiece.
That wood-like uncle, are you the mess here?
Yun Panqing looked very difficult to find, and her soft and gratifying voice sounded a little angry at this moment.
Dongfang Mo had already beaten the monk Bujing to the corner and was unable to fight again. Youran turned his face and looked at her and said: What advice do you have?
Yun Panqing glanced at the mess and smiled and said: I dare not give advice, I just plan to invite you to another uncle for two years of prison meal.
Sure enough, Ying Hengtian had already come back and helped Monk Bujing take a pill and massage the palm of his chest for him.
It's a pity that I'm leaving.
Dongfang Mo said lightly, looking at Nie Yang with a little confusion, as if there was something unsure.
Yun Panqing said: It’s not a pity, because you can’t leave!
Qingfeng Ancient Sword thrust, and the petite figure had already swept over like a wind, and the green light suddenly brought out a wave of cold shadows.
This is not the Thirteenth Style of Qingfeng that she practiced in front of Nie Yang.
This is a truly murderous sword technique that is full of murderous aura.
Or, this is the real thirteen styles of Qingfeng!
Dongfang Mo was not interested in fighting, so he lowered his head and slid down his feet, and drilled out the net of heaven and earth intertwined by sword wind from a very clever gap. The vital parts of his body were almost rubbed against the sword energy that was blowing hair and broken hair, and several cracks were left on the blue-gray robe.
middle!
The gap in the changes suddenly turned into a life gate with this delicate shout, as if the only flaw was left deliberately, and the blue light in the sky instantly gathered into one, and the thunder thunder rushed unstoppable behind Dongfang Mo.
Dongfang Mo's expression changed, and he shouted loudly. The stone slabs under his feet burst, and his figure suddenly became several, flashing everywhere in a dazzling way...
Although the sword energy is restrained, the green light is still cold.
Yun Panqing stood with a sword and said in a slight surprise: The Wolf Shadow's Phantom Trace is indeed well-deserved.You actually hid...
Dongfang Mo staggered a little and said slowly: If it weren't for the monk's punch, you wouldn't have hurt me.
Although Yun Panqing was a little unwilling to accept it, he still bowed and said: Your kung fu is worse than me, and I am not as good as you.
Dongfang Mo said nothing more and turned around and walked out the door.
The eagle crosses the sky and bends its palms as its claws, ready to go and stop him, Yun Panqing said: Uncle Eagle, don't.
Ying Hengtian hesitated for a moment, slowly withdrew his hands, and went over to help the monk Bujing up.
After Dongfang Mo left, Yun Panqing shook her body and stroking her chest and swallowing a mouthful of blood. Unexpectedly, at such a critical moment just now, the other party could still fight back on her. The palm power was as solid as a mountain, which really hurt her very much.
She walked to the dead body, stretched out her sword and picked the dead man's face a few times. The one she showed was indeed the disgusting face of the Red Snake.
Nie Yang had no time to be distracted and kept exercising his skills until Peng Xinci was not in danger of life. Then he wiped his sweat and breathed a sigh of relief and stood up.
Liu Ting was taken away by Ying Hengtian, and the mess in the field was dealt with. Dong Shishi and Lu'er protected Peng Xinci on the stretcher with tears in their eyes and returned to the Dong family. A problem was inevitably raised.
Where is Dong Haoran?
After ordering all the corpses to search everywhere, the guards outside the door reported that the Shi family and his wife arrived late.
Nie Yang made a few polite words and explained the current situation straight to the point.
With Wu Yan’s help from the Flower Demon League, people like Mrs. Shi really need someone like Mrs. Shi.
You should do your best, but you only need to ask for something.
Mrs. Shi's stagnant face had no fluctuations. She said calmly, Wu Yan, you must give it to me alive.
Nie Yang nodded.
Mrs. Shi leaned into her husband's arms tiredly, her eyes roared cold, and she said softly: I must make him regret that he has lived in this world.
All the people from the Dong family left, and the Haoran escort agency could order them, naturally Nie Yang was left.
The few palm skills he took when he fought with Dongfang Mo just now shocked everyone. In addition, Yun Panqing, who had just shown his amazing skills, was in line with his attitude of being in line with his horse's head. Nie Yang unknowingly became the sender of the three major escort agencies.
Murong Ji's face was always gloomy and glared at Nie Yang and left quietly.
At this point, Nie Yang didn't want to hide anything anymore, so he told him about Dong Qingqing's abducted and took everyone's questions about what Liu Ting said.
Could it be that they want to exchange Miss Dong for the Nine Songs of the Netherworld?
Yin Tingxiao's words are also what most people think.
Nie Yang did not comment and arranged for the escort to go and find Dong Haoran, asking Yun Panqing to discuss with Mrs. Shi how to catch Wu Yan. The people in the martial arts world who came to help were also arranged by him to conduct inspections in various places with a few high hats. He said he didn't understand the matter of escorts, and said that he was in charge of full power on behalf of the Haoran escort agency to Xu Peng and Qiu Mingyang.
Before noon, everything had already begun step by step.
Until Dong Shishi came and asked Nie Yang to go home for dinner, Murong Ji still did not come back.
Dong Shishi, who had always talked a lot during the meal, was much silent, Nie Yang was also tired, but the Dong family courtyard was as quiet as midnight under the midday sun.
Small……
Dong Shishi packed up the dishes and handed them to Lu'er, lowered her head and said a small word, but the two words on the back could not be shouted inexplicably, and changed her mouth in a low voice, "My husband, I...my father, he...
Nie Yang squeezed out a smile and touched her temples. Be good, go and take good care of your mother and brother.Leave the others to me.
Dong Shishi finally felt a little relaxed, her legs softened and she threw them into his arms, crying in silence.
He patted her spine, and before he could comfort her for a moment, he heard the sound of wind in the yard's clothes. Outside the door, Ying Hengtian's somewhat anxious voice came, Nie Yang!Found the head of General Dong!
The blind man in the west of the city has always been an unexpected person, and his small songs he sang cannot reach the ears of most people.
In the eyes of neighbors, he should be a person who has always been worried about his livelihood.
Blind Zhou no longer has to worry about his livelihood and Xiao Qu'er.
He is dead.
The thatch in the courtyard was covered with blood, and the blood had already clotted to brown.
Zhou Xiaozi's wound was not big, it was just a sword wound with four fingers wide on his throat.
Then whose blood is this?
Pushing open the wooden door of Zhou Xiazi's dilapidated house, the people who came here saw the answer.
A tall and strong body was hanging on the beam of the house, shaking slightly in the wind.
The corpse was covered with sword wounds, countless stars, but no sword was injured on the face.
Just like being afraid that people will not recognize who they are dying.
Judging from the degree of blood coagulation, when everyone in the escort agency talked to the fake Dong Haoran, the real Dong Haoran had already died for a long time, and was hung in this gloomy house like air-dried bacon.
Who killed it?for what?
As if to answer, on the ground in front of the corpse, a piece of rice paper was pressed with four big words on it.
Nie Yang stared at Dong Haoran's body and suddenly felt a chill spread from his spine to his whole body.
These sword wounds are really not unfamiliar. Although they are somewhat plausible, adding those four words can easily make people think of something.
Monk Bujing looked at the wounds carefully, glared at the rice paper on the ground, and slowly spit out four words: Nie Family Sword Technique.
Life is like dust, which is the ultimate skill of the Nie family’s sword technique.
Yin Tingxiao looked at Nie Yang with a complicated expression, and after a while he spoke.
Brother Nie, Nie from the Nie family’s sword technique, isn’t it your Nie?
Nie Yang looked at Dong Haoran's body and nodded.
Not bad, it's my Nie.
Hard breasts help: Chapter 22
(one)
I'm here to ask something about Wei Xi'an.
Nie Yang said straight to the point.
Wei Rihui tightened his hand holding the spear and said in a deep voice: Eighty-four, sixty-one, eighty-eight.
Well... not bad.Very hot.
(two)
Yin Tingxiao raised his face and said: This girl, this joke is not funny.
Anyone who is a little older knows that Han Zhan Liuyun Liu Yueru has passed away for many years.
Liu Ting slowly took out a book, what about this joke?‘There was an old man…’ …
(three)
Dong Jianming was inexperienced when facing the enemy, his eyes were fascinated by blood, and he took a step back in a panic, just avoiding the key point, but the tip of the knife also dragged a long wound on his belly, and all the clothes, skin and flesh were turned outward, just like a caesarean section...
Dong Jianming stopped acting...
(Four)
The eagle crosses the sky and bends its palms as its claws, ready to go and stop him, Yun Panqing said: Uncle Eagle, don't.
Ying Hengtian hesitated for a moment and looked up and said: Say it again in Japanese.
Yunpeng Love: ...
(five)
The blind man in the west of the city has always been an unexpected person, and his small songs he sang cannot reach the ears of most people.
In the eyes of neighbors, he should be a person who has always been worried about his livelihood.
Blind Zhou no longer has to worry about his livelihood and Xiao Qu'er.
He won the lottery.
(six)
Who killed it?for what?
As if to answer, on the ground in front of the corpse, a piece of rice paper was pressed with four large words on it. Please find Conan.
Because there is only one truth?
This is a zombie fraud, and it is expected that it will be zombie fraud from time to time, the specific details are unknown.
After that, every time the corpse-figure is defrauded, the fraud will be refused, and the remaining corpse-figure sites will be postponed for three days.
Please understand the depression of young men who are worried about their livelihood.
That's all.
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People with a lot of worries often cannot sleep.
Even though he found some inexplicable peace of mind in Dong Shishi, Nie Yang still couldn't really have a good sleep.
As soon as dawn broke out, he stood up gently. Dong Shishi, whose physical strength was squeezed out by Yushui, was naturally not awakened.
The morning dew in the courtyard was first condensed, and it was cold.
The buds of tender buds are just broken through the soil, and the bluestone loess still remain cold at night. Although the rising sun is about to show, there is still no warmth.
He closed his collars, looked around and sprung gently, and flew over the eaves.
Since Widow Hua promised to help her see Wei Xi'an, it would be no harm to go and investigate before Mrs. Shi.
Dong Haoran is a person who is very convenient for himself. All his concubines' rooms are surrounded by a yard. Except for one who lives with a maid who used to serve the third wife, and the other is Wei Xi'an, the rest are all empty.
After so many things happened, there were no busy servants and maids in the Dong family yard who got up early, and the guards did not enter the inner house. It is said that there should not be anyone here at this time.
But someone sat in the corner of the yard, seeing the dew on his hair, most of whom were already here in the middle of the night.
A pair of eyes stared at Wei Xi'an's door, half sweet and half confused.
What is Dong Jianming doing here?
Nie Yang naturally couldn't think of the reason, so he walked upside down to the back of the house, and followed the thief and looked into the window. The screen was blocked very tightly, so he could only use his superior ear strength to listen to the delicate breathing sound. He was long and stable, obviously still asleep.
No exception.
After thinking about what might have happened, he still had no idea. He simply walked back to the yard gate and walked in openly. He pretended to be surprised to see Dong Jianming, walked up and asked in a low voice: Jianming, what are you doing here?
Dong Jianming's body was shocked and almost jumped up. When he turned around and saw that it was Nie Yang, he felt relieved, "I... I'm not doing anything."
He seemed afraid that Wei Xi'an would hear it, and he pulled Nie Yang out of the yard in panic. Brother-in-law, you... you got up so early.
Nie Yang frowned, and realized that Dong Jianming had something to say, and didn't want to talk to him more nonsense. He whispered: If you have something to say, just say it directly, a man is a real man, don't be like this mother-in-law and mother.
Dong Jianming was stunned, his head was hung in a silence, and he was silent for a moment before he slowly spoke: I...I...I... Yesterday, it was bad...Miss Wei's...Famous...Famous.
This incident was indeed beyond Nie Yang's expectations. Although Wei Xi'an looked quite beautiful, he was not as beautiful as it would make people crazy. A famous disciple like Dong Jianming often had a high opinion of himself and would not force rape him. He thought about it and asked: Did she seduce you?
Dong Jianming was stunned for a moment, raised his chin as if he was about to nod, and then he shook left and right as if he woke up. No... No, it was me... it was me who couldn't control it.Brother-in-law, I... how should I tell my father to let him agree to our marriage?
Nie Yang noticed something and looked up at the yard. Wei Xi'an had just opened the bedroom window, wearing only a single piece of clothing, a pair of unsightly eyes, staring at this side indifferently. He frowned slightly and patted Dong Jianming on the shoulder. You'd better make sure first that Miss Wei plans to marry you and then go to find your father... If Miss Wei is really willing to marry you, I can tell your father for you.
Dong Jianming had seen Dong Haoran look almost humble in front of Nie Yang. Although he was unhappy, Nie Yang was still a little happy now that he agreed to speak for him. He happened to see Wei Xi'an awakening and said hurriedly: Thank you brother-in-law first.
Then it passed.
Nie Yang stood there and looked for a while. Dong Jianming, who was facing his back through the window, seemed a little excited, and gestured back and forth with his hands. Wei Xi'an was just a little guilty and self-blame, without the shyness or uneasiness that a woman who was in love with others should have.
Seeing Dong Jianming suddenly jumping into Wei Xi'an's bedroom through the window, Nie Yang felt vaguely that it was inappropriate to continue looking, so he turned around and left and walked towards the escort agency.
There are already many timid escorts in the escort agency. Qi's head of escort did not come back, Dong Haoran stayed in his door, and the rest were all waiting for the day of escorts to come without any leader.
The guard at the door did not show any respect for Nie Yang, the new chief.
But it doesn't matter. He didn't come to find these ordinary warriors.
Oh, why is the groom coming again?how?As a manager, can't you even knock on the door?
Nie Yang opened the door and went in. Wei Rihui in the room was indeed not sleeping, but sat on the bed with a short gun. The bandage on his right arm had been removed, and it seemed that he was well healed.
I'm here to ask something about Wei Xi'an.
Nie Yang said straight to the point.
Wei Rihui tightened his hand holding the short gun and said in a deep voice: Have you seen Sister Hua before?
Yes, I promised to investigate Wei Xi'an's affairs for her.
Then you go check and ask me what I do.
Wei Rihui grabbed a soft cloth and began to wipe the gun body.
Some things are not asked clearly, which is very troublesome.
Nie Yang said lightly, what is Wei Xi'an's character and ethics?
Wei Rihui didn't expect him to ask this, and asked back: Why are you asking this?
Because she was acting abnormally.
Why is it abnormal?
She seduced a man.
impossible!
Wei Rihui glared and said, Xi'an... Xi'an has always been a very steady girl. Although... although sometimes she is impulsive, she will definitely not be able to do such a thing!I don't believe it!
Nie Yang closed his eyes, and could not guess in his heart why Wei Xi'an suddenly had an entanglement with Dong Jianming. At least he could see that the woman definitely did not fall in love with Dong Jianming, not at all.
Why don't you speak?
Wei Rihui was a little angry, and his hand holding the short gun was slightly raised.
Nie Yang sighed and said lightly: I have nothing to say.I have something to do, goodbye.
When he was about to walk out of the door, Nie Yang stopped and said: If Xiao Shitou comes back, tell her something for me.
What?
Go as far as you can.Otherwise she would definitely regret it.
He told the concierge that he would keep Mrs. Shi. Nie Yang found Murong Ji and found a secluded place to discuss it, but he still couldn't think about Wei Xi'an's affairs.
Yunying love has not returned overnight, which also makes people feel a little worried.
The only person who has a clue to look for now is probably Dong Qingqing. But if you want to catch Wu Yan's trace, only Mrs. Shi can reliably identify it.
So Nie Yang had to wait.
As the sky gradually dawned, Qiu Mingyang and Xu Peng, together with Yin Tingxiao and Monk Bujing were waiting at the escort agency for the righteous figure who might come to help. Murong Ji, as the escort owner, was with him and began to discuss the detailed matters of the escort that had been delayed for a long time but had no progress.
Dong Haoran was not absent this time, and just happened to catch up as if he had just returned from outside. Seeing his haggard and dry look and his absent-minded look made Xu Peng surprised and asked repeatedly, but he just responded vaguely.
Ying Hengtian saw Nie Yang present and felt a little unhappy, so he left the patrol.
Nie Yang heard these people talking behind Dong Haoran. It was not too early, and Mrs. Shi should have arrived. Most of the time, Dong Shishi had already stood up, so she whispered and told Dong Haoran to do what Murong Ji said and leave first.
I went to meet Dong Shishi. Although Miss Dong Er was a little dissatisfied with her husband's busyness, she knew that her sister was obedient and didn't say much. She just took Lu'er back to the bed and pulled Nie Yang to kiss him gently on the face, and gave her a flushing reminder, Xiao... Xiao Yangzi, although saving her sister is important, you... you are not a peerless master, yes, don't be able to fight your life.
Nie Yang stood up and smiled, gently pinched her mouth, Don't worry, I won't let you be a widow.
When I walked past the entrance of the inner courtyard, I happened to see Dong Jianming coming out of Wei Xi'an's room with his red face and holding his collar. Although there were palm prints on his face, his expression looked very satisfied and shy.
After stopping and waiting for a while, Wei Xi'an opened the door and walked out. Except for the unnaturally rosy cheeks, the others looked very natural, but the expression was a hint of sadness.
Nie Yang saw that there was no one around after Dong Jianming left, and thought for a while, walked over and said directly: Miss Wei, you are the one who Zhuying.
Wei Xi'an was shocked when he heard this, and actually held the door frame with one hand. She gasped for a few times, walked over quickly, and whispered worriedly: Who are you?Why do you know about me?
Nie Yang saw her with suspicion and said: I have seen Widow Hua.
Wei Xi'an immediately looked up and said: Where is she?
She had a lot of things to ask Hua Keyi why no one came to her, and why the light flash she gave had no effect in the end...
Nie Yang shook his head. When he could see you, she would naturally come to see you.What happened to you these days?How did you escape from the Decayed Flower Alliance?Why did you know Dong Jianming?
Wei Xi'an took two steps back with caution and said: I'll ask again, who are you?
Nie Yang did not intend to reveal his identity and was considering how to answer, but he heard the doorman shouting from far to near, "Son-in-law!"Son-in-law!Something happened!
What's wrong?
The guard was very panicked and didn't even speak smoothly. He stammered: Shi... Shi Liu, Shi Liu is back!
Nie Yang's heart trembled and he immediately rushed to the escort agency. The guard behind him still couldn't believe it and said to himself: ...That Shi Liu turned out to be...a woman...
Although the main hall is large, many people will still feel stuffy when discussing, so the chairs are all placed on the martial arts training ground. When the idle people are waiting outside, there is no need to worry about being eavesdropped on them.
The letter sent by Qiu Mingyang, and the respondents arrived. Two disciples came from Ningyuzhuang, who looked like young couples. Although the Emei Sect has not recovered in recent years, it still sent the lay younger sister of the new leader, Master Chen, and the young fortress master and follower of Zhenyue Fort are on the way and will arrive today.
Perhaps after searching all over the martial arts world, I can’t find a team of escorts who are more luxurious than this.
Everyone believes that even if there are any intentions from the Dehua League or other enemies, they will not choose to be a time when there are many experts.
So when the two guards guarding outside spitted blood and flew into the yard, most of them were shocked.
Monk Bujing raised his eyebrows slightly, Murong Ji remained calm, Dong Haoran was expressionless, and the rest couldn't help but look at the woman who walked in.
Liu Ting no longer wears men's clothing. She has a capable skirt, pants, narrow waist jacket. While it is convenient for movement, she also shows her curvy figure. Her youthful chest, which was not deliberately restrained, was proudly tall.
Her knife was right at her waist and her hand was right at the knife. From the beginning of entering the door, her sight had never left Dong Haoran.
She no longer wants to wait for Xing Saiying to appear, and she can no longer bear to kill Xia Hao.
Who are you?What to do?
Qiu Mingyang broke the silence in the martial arts training field.
The escorts at the Haoran Escort Agency were all surprised by Liu Ting's figure and no one answered.
Liu Ting said coldly: I'm here to take revenge.My surname is Liu.
Monk Bujing looked at the lancet on her waist and smiled and said: Could the donor be from Liujiazhuang, Jiangnan?
Liu Ting stared at Dong Haoran's wooden face, and her hand holding the hilt tightened. Yes, I am Han Zhan Liuyun.
Yin Tingxiao raised his face and said: This girl, this joke is not funny.
Anyone who is a little older knows that Han Zhan Liuyun Liu Yueru has passed away for many years.
Liu Ting slowly pulled out the knife. This is no joke. After my aunt died, I would be Han Zhan Liuyun.The cold cuts the flowing clouds, Liu Ting.
Yin Tingxiao smiled and touched her chin and said: Miss Liu, who are you looking for to avenge?
Liu Ting slowly raised the knife and pointed the tip of the knife at Dong Haoran, him.
Monk Bujing stared at her and said: This female donor, the old monk and these donors are guests of honor to the person you are referring to. If there is no evidence, I am afraid it will be difficult to explain, right?
Liu Ting said coldly: It’s just me who is here to take revenge. I know who he is, it’s enough.
Yin Tingxiao has always been aggressive, and never cares about her age. She stood up and walked over and smiled: Miss Liu, you are here to fight. I like to fight. Can we have a fight?I'll give you one right hand so that people won't be told that I'm bullying the small one for the big one.
Liu Ting's anger was already reaching her limit, and her eyes slashed at her with a cold sword, "You don't need to let me go!"You come!
Yin Ting Xiao originally wanted to try the Liu family's Bibo sword technique, but he didn't take Liu Ting to heart. Unexpectedly, this sword was full of energy and did not vomit, and the long-lasting future was shocked. He was so skillful that he couldn't help but take a step back.
Liu Ting then took half a step, and turned the blade toward Yin Tingxiao's right hand.
Yin Tingxiao quickly put his right hand behind his back, jumped to the left and attacked Liu Ting's ribs with a bounce.
Unexpectedly, Liu Ting did not dodge or avoid, her sword force changed from rolling to slash, her arms opened and closed, and she followed Yin Tingxiao's body horizontally.
Even if he hit the kick, the opponent would have suffered some internal injuries. Yin Tingxiao naturally would not fight so hard. He twisted his waist in the air and used his left hand to press and pull the back of the knife.
He turned to the ground, but the tip of the knife was slightly tilted but still slashed his belt.
Good knife skills!
The sword's move seemed to never use old ones. As soon as he slid over, he turned and slashed again. It was like the blue waves rippling when the boat entered the quiet lake. The waves were endless. Yin Tingxiao exclaimed and counterattacked, and did not dare to ask her to attack again.
Monk Bujing watched the two fight and asked in a deep voice: Master Dong, do you have nothing to say?
Dong Haoran coughed twice and said hoarsely: Right and wrong will be subject to public opinion.
Liu Ting attacked twice, and the sword changed and slapped out his left palm, using Yunxu palm.
In the palm hidden sword, outside the sword cold palm, Liujiazhuang's family-born kung fu is the most difficult to practice with this set of sword style that combines the Bibo sword technique. Once you fail to practice, you will cut off your hand with your own knife.
But once you have practiced it, you should not underestimate the power. It is feasible for Yin Tingxiao to guard against this light and elegant single sword with one hand. With the extra palm wind that floats like cotton but has a strong internal strength, it will immediately become difficult.
The blade turned and raised, forcing Yin Tingxiao to the place where he must save his left arm. At the same time, the light palm wind attacked his lower abdomen silently.
good!
Yin Tingxiao exclaimed, stretched his right arm quickly, and drew a circle in front of him. A soft force was like a seal and a closed palm lined up to one side.
Liu Ting knew that the other party began to do her best, and gritted her silver teeth and began to continuously attach her internal force to the palm of the knife, and the attack became more and more fierce.
However, the Liu family's sword and palm techniques are not a fierce and domineering school. In addition, Wudang Tai Chi is the best in the world. Yin Tingxiao's palms complement each other and moves in a circular motion like flowing water. No matter how Liu Ting cuts his palms, he is always stimulated to another direction by the feminine Tai Chi power.
Strangely, this female donor seemed to have internal injuries on her body.
Monk Bujing frowned slightly, and saw that Liu Ting's inner breath was not free. The kung fu that was originally comparable to Yin Tingxiao was gradually at a disadvantage. It is really rare to be able to practice such kung fu at a young age.It's a pity to be so hurt, it's a pity.
Murong Ji smiled and stood up and said: Since it's a pity, what if I go on and separate them?
Although he was smiling, his eyes were full of anger.
When Liu Ting made a fuss today, she didn't know what impact it would have on the ward. If she really had to ignore the overall situation, she wouldn't blame him.
Monk Bujing looked at Murong Ji and laughed: The younger generation is terrifying, the younger generation is terrifying, please.
Murong Ji!The enemies of relatives are irreconcilable!
When Liu Ting heard Murong Ji's words, she suddenly exhaled and shouted, "If you stop me today, I will not let you go!"
With this distraction, Yin Tingxiao suddenly took a step closer, squeezed and leaned back, and made an ordinary move to move the hammer into Liu Ting's sword light, hitting the ribs in his chest.
Liu Ting actually took only half a step back, turned the blade and swung it out, and attacked from the fleeting flaws when Yin Tingxiao attacked.
With a dull sound, Yin Tingxiao jumped back several feet and stood firmly, leaving a bloody mouth in his left arm, his face strange.
Liu Ting stood there, the blade was stained with blood, her lips were tightly pursed and her body trembled slightly, and blood seemed to hang down at the corners of her lips.
Yin Tingxiao was stunned for a moment, and bowed and said: The girl is very skilled in martial arts, and Yin has nothing to say.
After saying that, she shook her head and walked back to her seat. Liu Ting took a few deep breaths. She just took Yin Tingxiao two heavy blows, and the blood in her chest was churning.
She swallowed a mouthful of blood from her mouth, turned to face Dong Haoran, raised the lancet in her hand, and gritted her teeth and said: Is there anyone else to interfere with me?
Everyone here is a righteous person. Seeing that her teeth are covered with blood, she felt unbearable and no one said anything, and they all began to look at Dong Haoran suspiciously.
Girl... Are you a descendant of the Liu family?
A gentle voice came from the gate of the courtyard. A middle-aged woman with a sad face and tears in her eyes stood there, her lips trembling constantly. It was Mrs. Dong.
Liu Ting looked at her, her face calmed down a little, but she still hated her, Peng Xinci!You tell them!Who is your husband?
Most of the people here were stunned when they heard Mrs. Dong’s name for the first time, but when they heard Liu Ting’s call out, they couldn’t help but believe it a little more.
If Dong Haoran is really Xia Hao, 99% of the people here cannot interfere with Liu Ting's revenge.
Don't speak that to my mother!
With anger, Dong Jianming flew over and took Liu Ting straight into his palm.
My father will repay his debts and sons, so I will attack you first!
Liu Ting's murderous aura surged, and she knocked Dong Jianming's long sword with one knife, stepped forward and slashed his waist.
Dong Jianming cut his sword in a row. Although he lost his wish in anger, his long-term skills were at the same time, and his sword tips were twisted and he still lifted Liu Ting's blade.
Liu Ting did not relax and made a move, as if she was about to force Dong Haoran to take action. She kept her sword and knife away from Dong Jianming's hands, feet and facial features, but ignored the vital points.
Dong Jianming encountered a strong enemy for the first time, and it was also the first time he felt the chilling murderous aura. The long sword was not as free as usual in practice. It was swept by Liu Ting's sword wind like mud, becoming heavier and more stagnant.
Don't hurt my son!He knows nothing...Ah!
Peng Xinci shouted loudly on the side, suffering from the absence of martial arts and was unable to help separate the two.
Brother Dong, what's the fuck?Talk Ah!
Xu Peng didn't understand why, so he was so anxious that he rubbed his hands around.
Qiu Mingyang also frowned and said: Even if it is a family matter, it shouldn't be like this.
Dong Haoran still didn't say a word, just stared blankly at the two people who were fighting faster and faster.
Originally, both of them had a slow and fast skill. At this moment, one was young and vigorous, and the other was eager to take revenge. They all used one move as fast as one move, and the swords and swords were constantly fighting each other.
Murong Ji wanted to go down to stop him, but he felt something was wrong with Dong Haoran beside him, so he slowly sat back.
After all, Wudang is the authentic Xuanmen. Liu Ting is seriously injured. Although her martial arts skills are much better than Dong Jianming, she is becoming more and more powerless when she makes moves. She is gradually resurgent by Tai Chi Mianjin, and her hands are becoming weaker and weaker.
Dong Jianming struggled to maintain the defense of the sword net. He felt that the pressure was getting lighter, so he naturally would not miss the opportunity. He hung and slapped the sword and collapsed between Liu Ting's chest and abdomen.
Liu Ting barely returned the knife, but her internal strength was not maintained. Instead, she was shocked by the soft and hard Tai Chi power, and her whole body felt a tingling pain. The Lancet almost let go.
He took two steps back and staggered to the ground.
If there are millions of fine needles in the chest and abdomen, it will be so painful that it will be overwhelming.
Dong Jianming saw that there was another bright red spill in her lips, frowned and stopped chasing, and hugged the sword and said loudly: This girl, I don’t know any misunderstandings between you and my father, but I hope you can explain it clearly.
As he said that, he reached out to pull her.
Liu Ting slapped his hand with a palm, and a mouthful of blood mist squirted in front of him, slashing his sword horizontally.
Dong Jianming was inexperienced when facing the enemy, his eyes were fascinated by blood, and he took a step back in a panic, just avoiding the key point, but the tip of the knife also dragged a long wound on his belly, and all the clothes and flesh were turned outward, as if they were broken open.
A severe pain in his stomach, and the tentacles were warm and wet. Dong Jian stepped back with a scream. Ah yo sat on the ground, covering the wound on his stomach blankly.
Peng Xinci screamed in shock and fell softly on the chair.
Dong Haoran frowned slightly, but still had no reaction.
He actually used such means to hurt my Wudang disciple!What a vicious woman!
Yin Tingxiao shouted loudly, and even when he entered the venue, several Wudang disciples hurriedly called the uncle to the back to moan Dong Jian and put medicine to heal his wounds.
Liu Ting was injured and was exhausted, but she still gritted her teeth and waved her knife to block Yin Tingxiao's punch and shouted: Dong Haoran!Do you think you can escape the deep hatred of blood by changing your name!
She straightened her chest and stopped dodging Yin Tingxiao's fists. You blind and upright sects!He is Xia...Well!
It was not Yin Tingxiao's attack that hit Liu Ting. When Liu Ting called out, Yin Tingxia slowed down his fist speed.
Just as Liu Ting was about to shout the last words, Murong Ji squeezed into the two of them like a ghost, and his right palm fluttered out and faced Yin Tingxiao. His left palm pushed out a palm wind to suppress Liu Ting's breath and held back her last words.
Yin Tingxiao was shocked. Unexpectedly, he would be bullied in front of him like this. Subconsciously, his palms came out together and his body floated backwards.
Murong Ji slapped his back to him, then faced him with one hand and grabbed Liu Ting's shoulder with force, took her back several steps away, and whispered: Miss Liu, do you really don't want to find Xing Saiying?
Liu Ting gritted her teeth and said: I...I will not let go of none of them!I...is not Nie Yang!
As she spoke, she vomited another mouthful of blood. Wudang's internal strength accumulated, and Yin Tingxiao's seemingly not heavy actually made her feel a little confused... No!
She shook her head and vaguely found that there seemed to be a heat current in her dantian.
Murong Ji didn't know the changes in her body. Seeing her face flushed and white, she took out a pill in worry. Miss Liu, calm down and take this pill first.
Liu Ting shook her head stubbornly, took a step back, and gasped: I...I will come again!
Brother Murong!Don't let her go!
Little brother!Stay her!
Xu Peng and Qiu Mingyang shouted out at the same time. As leaders involved in the escort agency, they dared not let go of anything that could cause trouble.
But Murong Ji ignored it. He neither caught Liu Ting nor pushed her away, but stared at Liu Ting in a daze.
There was a thin middle-aged man there, and his facial features looked a little bit old, but a scar in the slanted surface looked a little fierce.
The man stood there expressionlessly, as if he was there just now.
But no one noticed when and how he stood there.
Liu Ting turned around following Murong Ji's gaze, showed joy on her face, and screamed in a low voice: Senior Dongfang!You are here!
The man looked slightly biased and said slowly and stiffly: Why did you miss the appointment yesterday?
Liu Ting opened her eyes wide in surprise, I... I was obviously... yesterday...
Before she finished speaking, the man had turned his face away, and he seemed to be uninterested in her failure to make an appointment.
He looked at Murong Ji and asked slowly: Where is the Nine Songs of the Netherworld?
Take the dart?
Xu Peng screamed softly and was about to get up.
Qiu Mingyang grabbed him and whispered: The ward hasn't started to protect him yet, don't worry about him.
Xu Peng lowered his voice and said: Nonsense, we are still busy if we have no darts!
Qiu Mingyang rolled his eyes and stood up and sang: This brother asked us what the purpose of the bodyguard we wanted to protect?Could it be that you want to take the raid?
Unexpectedly, the man had no reaction at all, as if Qiu Mingyang had never opened his mouth at all, and he was still looking at Murong Ji without any waves.
Murong Ji hesitated for a moment, as if considering who this person was.
The man glanced at him and found that only Xu Peng was dressed as a mattress, Dong Haoran was dressed in casual clothes, and Qiu Mingyang was in a scholar's robe.
Xu Peng felt a blur before his eyes, his collar suddenly tightened, and his whole body was lifted up. After a while, he found that he was being lifted by the middle-aged man and he brought the chairs he was sitting on to the ground.
let go!
Xu Peng was shocked and angry, and swung his punch. Unexpectedly, in the middle of the punch, an internal force suddenly invaded from his lifted neck. His throat felt sweet and his hands were hanging down weakly.
Are you a dart guard?
The man asked slowly, his dark gray eyes looking at Xu Peng coldly.
You...Who are you?
Looking at those indifferent eyes that were as emotional as Xu Peng trembled all over and even stuttered in his questions.
Murong Ji's face turned pale. He had just seen the mysterious footwork of this middle-aged man. Although he didn't see every landing point clearly, Liu Ting's words just now were enough to judge who this was...
Lonely... Senior Lonely Wolf?Why are you here?
The lonely wolf Dongfang Mo didn't hear it at all, and raised Xu Peng half a foot. His face turned purple and red as if it was almost bursting out when he lifted his hands.
Xu Peng seemed to realize something, and quickly nodded hard, squeezed out his answer from his teeth: Yes... I am a dart guard...
Plopped, Xu Peng's huge and powerful body was thrown to the ground like garbage. Dongfang Mo looked down at him and asked: Where is the dart?
No matter what kind of wolf you are!If you want to take the dart, you will pass this level first!
Yin Tingxiao shouted, and his feet pressed against the ground and stepped on the seven stars to display his small grasp and grabbed Dongfang Mo's right arm.
The anger of seeing Dong Jianming get hurt is now spread.
When the wolf soul was famous all over the world, it was only a few of them. The name of the Lone Wolf Dongfangmo was not very famous, far from that of his wife, everyone knew it.
But Yin Tingxiao didn't dare to be proud. The sharp and erratic body movement just now was not as invisible as the name of a wolf soul. While grabbing it with his right hand, his left palm had already used Tai Chi power to prepare for protection.
Dongfang Mo raised his right hand and took a step back half a step.
Yin Tingxiao was slightly happy, thinking that it was just like this, and then he quickly tapped his left palm and poured out.
The moves of Xiaoge Nao's hand are not complicated, there are not many fancy tricks, and they are straightforward to grab and pinch. He has used this ordinary little grapple hand for many years and is both stable and fast. Several Wudang disciples couldn't help but whisper.
But no matter how Yin Tingxiao changed his capture, Dongfang Mo just took a simple right hand and took a small step back, which made his move fail. In an instant, thirty-six small capture hands had already walked twice, and Dongfang Mo had already retreated and circled around.
Yin Tingxiao's forehead was slightly sweating, half was impatient, half was too strong for internal force.
Dongfang Mo didn't attack him, and his best Tai Chi skills could be said to be useless. Judging from the other party's body skills, he knew that there was almost no chance of relying on Tai Chi to wrap around.
Halfway through the third time, Yin Tingxiao became more and more anxious. Seeing that the opponent did not change his temperament, he felt a sudden blow in his heart and stopped attacking. The right hand attacking the opponent turned claws into palms without any trace. With a light touch, it turned into Wudang Mian Palm, and the attack and defense were steadily attacked.
This change was natural, and it can be said that there was no flaw. If you insist on having it, it was just that when the strong attack and defense were transformed into half of the attack and defense, the tense nerve instinct was slightly relaxed.
This insignificant slackness is enough.
Dongfang Mo stretched out his right palm without any effort, which was exactly the same as the method of blocking the hand just now. Yin Tingxiao looked at it for more than a hundred times and understood the following changes. The steps of the cotton palm and the eight trigrams complement each other. He raised his left foot and stepped on the ridge position in a diagonal position, and chased and slashed over with his palm.
When he used the move, he was suddenly shocked. Yin Tingxiao secretly shouted "No," and he could not hold back his body.
Dongfang Mo's right hand did not leave in one frame, but suddenly sank his shoulder and pushed out his elbow. Yin Tingxiao, who could not hold back, was like sending the empty door on his chest protected by his muffin palm.
With a palm hit, Yin Tingxiao only had enough force to penetrate his chest and abdomen, intending to take this palm hard.
Unexpectedly, Dongfang Mo's palm was powerless, but with a light touch on his chest, he immediately grabbed the collar of his chest, and his thumb pressed against the point on his chest, and raised it to the top of his head.
Yin Tingxiao's acupoints were controlled, and his limbs could not be soft and drooped.
Dongfang Mo saw Wudang disciples flying to rescue him, and threw Yin Tingxiao out. A blue-gray figure flashed, and the acupoints of the disciples who were rushing over were fixed in place, but Yin Tingxiao crashed straight into the courtyard wall.
Monk Bujing's face changed drastically, and he snatched it away, but the power of the throwing was very strong and he couldn't catch up with it!
Unable to raise his hand to save himself, Yin Tingxiao could only close his eyes and wait for death.
But when the head was about to touch the wall, the throwing force suddenly disappeared without a trace, and his hands and feet were free.
He quickly supported the wall with both hands, turned over and stood by the wall, his head was rubbed with mud and dust, and his back was sweating.
A lonely wolf?Listening to the title, the donor is also a wolf soul.
The monk Bujing slowly walked towards Dongfangmo and said, "This ward was entrusted by Ruyi Tower, which is also considered to be related to the donor. Is it inappropriate to have such details?"
Dongfang Mo glanced at Murong Ji, looked back at Monk Bujing, and said coldly: Is it okay? It has nothing to do with your Shaolin bald donkey.
The monk Bujing stopped speaking, and walked slowly and slowly with each step. His old monk robe was automatically blown without wind, and he flew and flew, and his dry arms suddenly raised his broken muscles.
The relationship between the previous generation of wolf souls and the Shaolin Sect was already very tense, and three or four monks from the Arhat Hall Dharma Court died in the turmoil.
Monk Bujing was originally a disciple of that generation, and he never let go of that disaster. At this moment, his arms were filled with true power, and the Vajra Demon Subduing Fist was ready to go, and the true energy was swelling between the sleeves of the robe.
The two Ningyuzhuang disciples were just laughing and watching Yin Tingxiao attack, pointing from time to time, and only now had their smiles closed, focused on the field, staring at the monk Bujing and approaching Dongfang Mo step by step.
Qiu Mingyang held the armrest of the chair tightly with one hand and wiped the sweat from his forehead with the other. He didn't know if the flying knife in his sleeve should be taken out.
Murong Ji frowned and saw that the two of them were only three steps apart. After looking around, he found that Nie Yang had arrived at some point, and stood behind Peng Xinci who was taking care of Dong Jianming from afar.
He was about to go to Nie Yang to discuss while Dongfang Mo was confronting Monk Bujing, but he didn't know that before his toes were raised, a strong wind blew in his face. He rushed up his arms and took over the palm that Dongfang Mo slashed silently. He surging in his chest, and he took several steps back.
Let's go together.
Dongfang Mo said in a deep voice, pushing away the fist of the monk Bujing with one palm, taking two steps towards Murong Ji, and the central palace attacked Murong Ji's chest.
The monk Bujing exhaled and opened his breath, shouted loudly and swung his right fist, flying straight to Dongfang Mo's back heart.
The sound of the punch was stimulating and powerful. Dongfang Mo dared not support him, so he took the side steps to move the wolf shadow and moved it away.
Murong Ji got the gap and took a deep breath to smooth the meridians that were turning over, and attacked them with one mistake.
If you care about the other party's identity now, he is likely to die.
Although the monk Bujing was old, his internal strength was pure and profound for decades. Dongfang Mo had just stabilized his body, and his thin fists had already followed him.
Murong Ji's body movements were not surprising, but his palms were complicated and complicated, looking like clouds and mists were shrouded in light and fluttering without any trace.
While opening the monument to crack the stone, it was floating and empty. No one would choose to avoid the real. Dongfang Mo's eyes were fixed on Murong Ji, and his face seemed to have changed slightly. He twisted his upper body and barely avoided the Vajra Demon-Subduing Fist of the Unclean Monk, and his hands came out to meet Murong Ji.
Murong Ji's palms became increasingly vague, and the ordinary escort could no longer see where his palms were slapped.
Yin Tingxiao, who was still in shock, also changed his face, and he could not tell where Murong Ji's palm technique was going to attack.
Dongfang Mo recognized the same palm technique. He flipped and shook his hands, and the shadows of the palms floating like smoke disappeared immediately, and the four palms met silently.
Murong Ji's face turned pale, his arms were sore and numb by the surging internal force pressing from the opposite side, and he felt a sharp pain like a knife cut on the Dantian.
Monk Bujing punched the air with one punch, then turned around and knocked her arms across her waist.
Dongfang Mo raised his left leg and took the punch. He stood with one leg and fought with Murong Ji. This time he was so delicious that he trembled his whole body and flew several feet wide.
Shaolin divine fist and Lone Smoke Palm are indeed well-known.
Dongfang Mo slowly stopped and praised him slowly.
The monk Bujing turned his body and made a mistake and grabbed it again. His fists swept the wind to catch Dongfang Mo's radius. His thin body was moving faster and faster. The gray cloth monk's shoes on the bluestone slab were like flying in the air, without touching the ground.
Murong Ji stroked his chest and slowly took two steps. He was still young after all and his internal strength was insufficient. He was shocked and could not lift his energy.
In the circle that kept moving, there was a sudden bang bang and a loud bang sound. Finally, there was a loud bang like a thunder. The monk's robe cracked and flew around, and the people also retreated repeatedly. Every step back left a shallow footprint on the stone slab!
After retreating for more than ten steps, Monk Bujing tried to stop, his face shook like gold paper, and he could no longer speak.
Dongfang Mo bent his index finger and rubbed off a trace of blood from the corner of his lips, and slowly walked towards Murong Ji.
At this time, Liu Ting suddenly pointed at Dong Haoran and shouted, Senior Dongfang!He knows where the Nine Songs of the Netherworld are!
She made up her mind that as long as Dongfang Mo captured Dong Haoran, she would find an opportunity to kill him!
Dongfang Mo glanced along Liu Ting's fingertips, rushed up like a big roc on his right foot, and rushed straight towards Dong Haoran who had been sitting upright.
Don't hurt my dad!
Don't hurt him!
Dong Shishi screamed and ran towards Dong Haoran. Peng Xinci opened her arms and blocked Dong Haoran. Monk Bujing forced a breath of true energy and punched her.
Dongfang Mo opened the monk's fist with his palm, and followed the trend, making him unable to stop turning the circle and flash to one side. At the same time, he kicked out with one leg and kicked Peng Xinci's ribs.
This leg was a little faster than the palm of the monk Bujing, but it did not hit it, but was hooked with his heel and turned toward the side.
When Dong Shishi saw that Dongfang Mo's offensive was pulled away, she was about to breathe a sigh of relief, but she found that Nie Yang was blocking Dongfang Mo. She immediately shouted in her heart: Xiao Yangzi!Do you want to die?
She had seen the fights just now from halfway through, and they were not the opponents that ordinary escorts could compete.
Nie Yang had no time to distract himself and answered. He hesitated for a long time before he decided to come out to compete with Dongfang Mo head-on. He tried his best to prevent Dongfang Mo from disrupting all his pace.
The hook and one area just now almost used all his Yinghui's skills, but he could only lead that leg to one side and could not reverse it.
Boy...
Dongfang Mo frowned, but before he finished speaking, the monk Bujing behind him had already attacked again.
Nie Yang hesitated slightly, knowing that now is not the time to say more. The lone wolf is used to being alone. It must be a lot of trouble today if he doesn't fight him back. At this time, he doesn't care about hiding his kung fu, and spread the wolf shadow trail and snatched a sword by his side, and stabbed Dongfang Mo with a sword.
Dongfang Mo blocked the fist of the Bujing Monk and fell backwards, causing Nie Yang's long sword to almost pierce his cheeks, and his fingers bounced on Nie Yang's sword hilt like lightning, trying to shock him so that he couldn't hold back.
The cohesion force was tilted to the sword's edge, and Nie Yang knocked his elbow down to Dongfang Mo's chest. His moves were quicker than the monk Bujing.
Dongfang Mo turned his palm and slapped the ground. At the critical moment, he bounced himself to the side, kicked the monk Bujing, forced him to take a step away, and stood firmly on the side.
Nie Yang came like a shadow, throwing his sword to the side of the palm of the wind and approaching Dongfang Mo's face.
Dongfang Mo snorted coldly, his feet parted in a different way, and he met with one palm.
The palms intersected silently, just because Nie Yang used his twelve points of his skill to use his shadow to remove the overwhelming internal force to his feet.
Dongfang Mo came out his palm like the wind and three palms. Nie Yang concentrated his mind and concentrated his strength to face it three times. He heard a sound of cracking stones under his feet, and the stone foam splashed and sunk down a pair of footprints like a knife carved with axe.
His arms became more and more numb, but Dongfang Mo still looked unchanged and his palm came out. Monk Bujing suppressed the turbid air in his chest and pounced on him again from behind.
At this time, I suddenly heard Peng Xinci and Dong Shishi scream at the same time, followed by Liu Ting’s scream!
Everyone looked at it, but Liu Ting took advantage of the fight and forced herself to move over. She condensed her last breath of true energy to suppress the storm waves in her chest and abdomen, and flew hard to slash at Dong Haoran who could not sit upright.
Amid the screams, Peng Xinci suddenly turned around to protect Dong Haoran. At this moment, Liu Ting was unable to stop the move. While Qiu Mingyang shot out the flying knife in his hand, the knife had already slashed on Peng Xinci's back.
As Liu Ting exclaimed, the flying knife hit her right wrist. Whether it was the pain on her body or the limit in her heart, she shook and collapsed on the ground.
Go and die!
Dong Shishi rushed over with tears in her face, picked up the knife from the ground and slashed it on Liu Ting's neck.
Nie Yang hurriedly rushed over, pointed at Dong Shishi, then squatted down and pointed out his fingers like the wind to seal the blood vessels near Peng Xinci's wound, pressed against her back heart with her palm, and helped her protect her heart vessels with true energy.
Dong Shishi couldn't move, and she could not speak, and tears kept pouring out. But her blurry vision saw something incredible. Her father Dong Haoran actually pulled out a blood-red soft sword from her waist at this time, stabbing her like a poisonous snake!
Nie Yang glanced at the afterglow and was shocked. The incident was too sudden. Even if this person was disguised as the one from the Flower Destroying Alliance, why was it not him who was assassinating at this moment but Dong Shishi?
He didn't have time to think about the reason, so he got up and raised his elbow and bumped Dong Shishi's arm, allowing her hand holding the lancet to return to the force of his shadow, and put the soft sword aside with a sound.
Unfortunately, Dong Shishi had no internal force, and this shock made her tiger's mouth crack and her knife fell to the ground.
Dong Haoran also changed his moves very quickly, and he slid down to Dong Shishi's slant, and swung his sword and turned toward her neck.
But this shift is enough to wake many people up.
Qiu Mingyang raised his hands and more than a dozen flying knives shot out in a row. Yin Tingxiao stepped forward, and Wudang Changquan rushed straight to the empty door behind the man with a loud shout.
Unexpectedly, the man who pretended to be Dong Haoran screamed strangely and refused to stop and avoided him.
Seeing Dong Shishi splattering blood on the spot, Nie Yang was about to withdraw his palm and give up Peng Xinci's life to rescue him, a wooden board flew over with a cry. The monk Mingyang's flying knife came first, and broke the blood-colored soft sword with a bang.
The man screamed loudly with unwillingness and was shot out by Yin Tingxiao with a flying knife. He was killed no matter what.
Nie Yang calmed down a little, and knew that the strong support had returned, so he quickly concentrated his energy and continued to rescue Peng Xinci's injury.
This knife wound can be seen, and it can be said that life and death are all due to the existence of his true energy at this moment.
Naturally, he could stop. At this moment, the strong enemy was in front of him, and no one could say anything about him.
He can take revenge and feel guilty.
If someone can blame him, there is only one.
Because he promised that man to protect the rest of the Dong family.
And that person has returned now.That life-saving board is naturally her masterpiece.
That wood-like uncle, are you the mess here?
Yun Panqing looked very difficult to find, and her soft and gratifying voice sounded a little angry at this moment.
Dongfang Mo had already beaten the monk Bujing to the corner and was unable to fight again. Youran turned his face and looked at her and said: What advice do you have?
Yun Panqing glanced at the mess and smiled and said: I dare not give advice, I just plan to invite you to another uncle for two years of prison meal.
Sure enough, Ying Hengtian had already come back and helped Monk Bujing take a pill and massage the palm of his chest for him.
It's a pity that I'm leaving.
Dongfang Mo said lightly, looking at Nie Yang with a little confusion, as if there was something unsure.
Yun Panqing said: It’s not a pity, because you can’t leave!
Qingfeng Ancient Sword thrust, and the petite figure had already swept over like a wind, and the green light suddenly brought out a wave of cold shadows.
This is not the Thirteenth Style of Qingfeng that she practiced in front of Nie Yang.
This is a truly murderous sword technique that is full of murderous aura.
Or, this is the real thirteen styles of Qingfeng!
Dongfang Mo was not interested in fighting, so he lowered his head and slid down his feet, and drilled out the net of heaven and earth intertwined by sword wind from a very clever gap. The vital parts of his body were almost rubbed against the sword energy that was blowing hair and broken hair, and several cracks were left on the blue-gray robe.
middle!
The gap in the changes suddenly turned into a life gate with this delicate shout, as if the only flaw was left deliberately, and the blue light in the sky instantly gathered into one, and the thunder thunder rushed unstoppable behind Dongfang Mo.
Dongfang Mo's expression changed, and he shouted loudly. The stone slabs under his feet burst, and his figure suddenly became several, flashing everywhere in a dazzling way...
Although the sword energy is restrained, the green light is still cold.
Yun Panqing stood with a sword and said in a slight surprise: The Wolf Shadow's Phantom Trace is indeed well-deserved.You actually hid...
Dongfang Mo staggered a little and said slowly: If it weren't for the monk's punch, you wouldn't have hurt me.
Although Yun Panqing was a little unwilling to accept it, he still bowed and said: Your kung fu is worse than me, and I am not as good as you.
Dongfang Mo said nothing more and turned around and walked out the door.
The eagle crosses the sky and bends its palms as its claws, ready to go and stop him, Yun Panqing said: Uncle Eagle, don't.
Ying Hengtian hesitated for a moment, slowly withdrew his hands, and went over to help the monk Bujing up.
After Dongfang Mo left, Yun Panqing shook her body and stroking her chest and swallowing a mouthful of blood. Unexpectedly, at such a critical moment just now, the other party could still fight back on her. The palm power was as solid as a mountain, which really hurt her very much.
She walked to the dead body, stretched out her sword and picked the dead man's face a few times. The one she showed was indeed the disgusting face of the Red Snake.
Nie Yang had no time to be distracted and kept exercising his skills until Peng Xinci was not in danger of life. Then he wiped his sweat and breathed a sigh of relief and stood up.
Liu Ting was taken away by Ying Hengtian, and the mess in the field was dealt with. Dong Shishi and Lu'er protected Peng Xinci on the stretcher with tears in their eyes and returned to the Dong family. A problem was inevitably raised.
Where is Dong Haoran?
After ordering all the corpses to search everywhere, the guards outside the door reported that the Shi family and his wife arrived late.
Nie Yang made a few polite words and explained the current situation straight to the point.
With Wu Yan’s help from the Flower Demon League, people like Mrs. Shi really need someone like Mrs. Shi.
You should do your best, but you only need to ask for something.
Mrs. Shi's stagnant face had no fluctuations. She said calmly, Wu Yan, you must give it to me alive.
Nie Yang nodded.
Mrs. Shi leaned into her husband's arms tiredly, her eyes roared cold, and she said softly: I must make him regret that he has lived in this world.
All the people from the Dong family left, and the Haoran escort agency could order them, naturally Nie Yang was left.
The few palm skills he took when he fought with Dongfang Mo just now shocked everyone. In addition, Yun Panqing, who had just shown his amazing skills, was in line with his attitude of being in line with his horse's head. Nie Yang unknowingly became the sender of the three major escort agencies.
Murong Ji's face was always gloomy and glared at Nie Yang and left quietly.
At this point, Nie Yang didn't want to hide anything anymore, so he told him about Dong Qingqing's abducted and took everyone's questions about what Liu Ting said.
Could it be that they want to exchange Miss Dong for the Nine Songs of the Netherworld?
Yin Tingxiao's words are also what most people think.
Nie Yang did not comment and arranged for the escort to go and find Dong Haoran, asking Yun Panqing to discuss with Mrs. Shi how to catch Wu Yan. The people in the martial arts world who came to help were also arranged by him to conduct inspections in various places with a few high hats. He said he didn't understand the matter of escorts, and said that he was in charge of full power on behalf of the Haoran escort agency to Xu Peng and Qiu Mingyang.
Before noon, everything had already begun step by step.
Until Dong Shishi came and asked Nie Yang to go home for dinner, Murong Ji still did not come back.
Dong Shishi, who had always talked a lot during the meal, was much silent, Nie Yang was also tired, but the Dong family courtyard was as quiet as midnight under the midday sun.
Small……
Dong Shishi packed up the dishes and handed them to Lu'er, lowered her head and said a small word, but the two words on the back could not be shouted inexplicably, and changed her mouth in a low voice, "My husband, I...my father, he...
Nie Yang squeezed out a smile and touched her temples. Be good, go and take good care of your mother and brother.Leave the others to me.
Dong Shishi finally felt a little relaxed, her legs softened and she threw them into his arms, crying in silence.
He patted her spine, and before he could comfort her for a moment, he heard the sound of wind in the yard's clothes. Outside the door, Ying Hengtian's somewhat anxious voice came, Nie Yang!Found the head of General Dong!
The blind man in the west of the city has always been an unexpected person, and his small songs he sang cannot reach the ears of most people.
In the eyes of neighbors, he should be a person who has always been worried about his livelihood.
Blind Zhou no longer has to worry about his livelihood and Xiao Qu'er.
He is dead.
The thatch in the courtyard was covered with blood, and the blood had already clotted to brown.
Zhou Xiaozi's wound was not big, it was just a sword wound with four fingers wide on his throat.
Then whose blood is this?
Pushing open the wooden door of Zhou Xiazi's dilapidated house, the people who came here saw the answer.
A tall and strong body was hanging on the beam of the house, shaking slightly in the wind.
The corpse was covered with sword wounds, countless stars, but no sword was injured on the face.
Just like being afraid that people will not recognize who they are dying.
Judging from the degree of blood coagulation, when everyone in the escort agency talked to the fake Dong Haoran, the real Dong Haoran had already died for a long time, and was hung in this gloomy house like air-dried bacon.
Who killed it?for what?
As if to answer, on the ground in front of the corpse, a piece of rice paper was pressed with four big words on it.
Nie Yang stared at Dong Haoran's body and suddenly felt a chill spread from his spine to his whole body.
These sword wounds are really not unfamiliar. Although they are somewhat plausible, adding those four words can easily make people think of something.
Monk Bujing looked at the wounds carefully, glared at the rice paper on the ground, and slowly spit out four words: Nie Family Sword Technique.
Life is like dust, which is the ultimate skill of the Nie family’s sword technique.
Yin Tingxiao looked at Nie Yang with a complicated expression, and after a while he spoke.
Brother Nie, Nie from the Nie family’s sword technique, isn’t it your Nie?
Nie Yang looked at Dong Haoran's body and nodded.
Not bad, it's my Nie.
Hard breasts help: Chapter 22
(one)
I'm here to ask something about Wei Xi'an.
Nie Yang said straight to the point.
Wei Rihui tightened his hand holding the spear and said in a deep voice: Eighty-four, sixty-one, eighty-eight.
Well... not bad.Very hot.
(two)
Yin Tingxiao raised his face and said: This girl, this joke is not funny.
Anyone who is a little older knows that Han Zhan Liuyun Liu Yueru has passed away for many years.
Liu Ting slowly took out a book, what about this joke?‘There was an old man…’ …
(three)
Dong Jianming was inexperienced when facing the enemy, his eyes were fascinated by blood, and he took a step back in a panic, just avoiding the key point, but the tip of the knife also dragged a long wound on his belly, and all the clothes, skin and flesh were turned outward, just like a caesarean section...
Dong Jianming stopped acting...
(Four)
The eagle crosses the sky and bends its palms as its claws, ready to go and stop him, Yun Panqing said: Uncle Eagle, don't.
Ying Hengtian hesitated for a moment and looked up and said: Say it again in Japanese.
Yunpeng Love: ...
(five)
The blind man in the west of the city has always been an unexpected person, and his small songs he sang cannot reach the ears of most people.
In the eyes of neighbors, he should be a person who has always been worried about his livelihood.
Blind Zhou no longer has to worry about his livelihood and Xiao Qu'er.
He won the lottery.
(six)
Who killed it?for what?
As if to answer, on the ground in front of the corpse, a piece of rice paper was pressed with four large words on it. Please find Conan.
Because there is only one truth?
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