At the end of the song, the blind old man took out a handkerchief from his arms and gently wiped the erhu in his hand. The little girl, holding a small bowl, went to the tables on the second floor of the teahouse to ask for money.
"Go away!"
Suddenly, a loud shout suddenly sounded, followed by a cry of pain from the little girl.
A young man in his twenties, wearing luxurious clothes, kicked the little girl away with disgust.
"What is it? I was a little interested in it originally, but it was ruined by you two unscrupulous guys. What a piece of music. It's like playing a funeral for your mother. Let's go and die."
The sudden anger of the young man in fine clothes attracted the attention of the entire tea shop on the second floor.
As if he felt it was a great shame to be stared at by everyone, the young master glanced around at the people on the second floor, the disdain in his eyes was almost unconcealed: "What are you looking at? You are just a pariah. It doesn't matter if you don't kneel down when you see me, but you still do it?"
You dare to look directly at this young master. You are so brave!"
Murong Yunqing followed the reputation and saw that the young master's face was full of disdain and sneer. And around him, there were four guards with long swords on their waists. They must be from a certain wealthy family.
Young Master.
The young master's words instantly offended everyone in the tea shop on the second floor.
Which of the people here has not lived a life of licking blood from the edge of a knife, has been able to fight with savage beasts all year round in the Monster Mountain Range, and has lived to this day? Which one has not had any strength?
Therefore, as soon as the young master said this, he immediately aroused public anger.
A burly man with muscles all over his body slammed the table, stood up, pointed at the young man, and cursed: "Where did you come from, you little brat? How dare you be so presumptuous in front of your grandpa, you mother-in-law."
If you don’t believe me, grandpa will kill you right now! What the hell, go home and feed yourself. Is it possible for a kid like you to come to the Monster Mountain Mountains without even weaning off your milk?”
"Yeah! Where did you come from, pretty boy? You're not big enough for me to chop you down with an axe!" Another middle-aged man joked.
For a moment, the entire people on the second floor of the tea shop started laughing because of the words of the two middle-aged men.
The young man in rich clothes looked at the ridicule of everyone indifferently and said coldly: "What a bunch of uncivilized untouchables. Untouchables are untouchables after all. They have no place at all."
With a clear sound of 'Cang Rang', another person pulled out a long knife from his waist, pointed the tip of the knife directly at the young master, and said angrily: "Boy! What did you say! Say it again if you dare!?"
As this man drew his sword, the sound of swords being unsheathed was heard throughout the second floor. But facing everyone's actions, the young master was even more disdainful.
"I say you are a pariah! A pariah! Do you understand, a pariah?"
"you……"
The man who was the first to draw the sword was directly pointed at and scolded by the young man in Chinese clothing. He was obviously completely irritated. He raised the long knife in his hand and rushed towards the man in Chinese clothing. It seemed that with this sword, he was bound to kill this man.
The pretty boy who suddenly appeared was beheaded.
Faced with this powerful and heavy sword, the handsome man snorted coldly and didn't even have the intention to dodge.
A dazzling sword flashed by, and Murong Yunqing's eyes narrowed involuntarily.
The sword flash at this moment did not come from the furious man, but from one of the sword-carrying guards beside the young master.
The sword light fell, and blood spattered on the wall beside him.
"Master!"
Murong Yunqing secretly estimated in his mind that the guard who used the sword was at least in the late eighth heaven, or even a peak eighth heaven expert. It was just a random sword, but its scariness was much greater than that of that day.
Xu San's shocking sword was not much different.
As the saying goes, laymen watch the excitement, and experts watch the door. The sword of this guard who had been silent all this time silenced everyone.
Although there is a mixture of good and bad people in this tea shop, there are no top experts.
Therefore, the appearance of this knife is tantamount to causing the people on the second floor to
Everyone calmed down instantly.
The blood was still flowing continuously. The young master seemed to be very unhappy with the corpse in front of him. He frowned and continued to speak in that indifferent tone: "The untouchables are indeed untouchables, even if they are dead.
, and you will stain my eyes!"
The words of the young man in fine clothes were tantamount to a slap in the face. However, having learned from past experiences, although the other people in the teahouse looked extremely angry, no one dared to speak.
Suddenly, the handsome man's eyes fell on Murong Yunqing.
Feeling the growing heat in the other person's eyes, Murong Yunqing was angry in her heart, but her face became calmer and calmer.
The handsomely dressed young man stood up from his seat, glanced disdainfully at the body in the pool of blood, stood up and walked towards Murong Yunqing.
At this time, everyone on the second floor of the tea shop knew very well that the young master in front of them was definitely not someone they could deal with.
Therefore, although everyone was angry about the violent death of the man before, no one dared to say anything. Even at this time, when this young man, who was obviously from a noble family, walked in the direction of Murong Yunqing, the person on the second floor
Everyone involuntarily stepped back and made way for them.
The young man in fine clothes, supported by four guards, came directly to the table where Murong Yunqing was. At this moment, one of the guards suddenly drew a knife and put it on Mo Yi's neck.
Mo Yi's face was red, but he didn't dare to resist at all. Judging from the actions of the guard before, these people were not something his uncle could resist.
Although he felt extremely humiliated, he also knew very well that if he did not lower his head at this time, the knife placed on his neck would definitely make it impossible for him to raise his head again.
The young man in splendid attire sat in Mo Yi's previous position, with a very white left hand resting on the table. With the sound of tapping his knuckles on the table, the young man in splendid clothes spoke.
.
"Girl, I think you are kind-hearted. Why don't you go back home with me today and let's have a good chat about life? What do you think, girl?"
The words of the young man in fine clothes were considered naked teasing. Mo Yi was still holding a long knife on his neck. His face was red and his eyes were bloodshot. He clenched his fists and bit his lips tightly, trying to restrain himself.
own emotions.
The same goes for Mo Yunyu and Mo Chen. Although they didn't get along with Murong Yunqing for a long time, how could they not be angry when this richly dressed young man behaved like this in front of them?
The anger among the people on the second floor of the teahouse had been partially extinguished because of the violent murder of the guards around the young man in Chinese attire. However, the arrogant behavior of the young man in Chinese attire aroused their emotions again.
Just because of the shock of the four guards, no one acted rashly. They all stared at the young man in fine clothes, as if they wanted to kill the person in front of them with their eyes.
Compared to everyone in the tea shop who dared not speak out in anger, Murong Yunqing's face was calm.
He reached out and picked up the teapot on the table, brewed a cup of tea for himself, and then took a sip to moisten his beautiful lips. Then he held the teacup flat in front of his chest, shaking it slightly, and the tea in the cup followed.
Ripple.
Murong Yunqing didn't even look at the young man in fine clothes who was sitting opposite her. She just stared at the cup, looking at the slightly undulating water lines. Murong Yunqing said something meaningless: "If this is what it is,
Jianghu, it’s really not interesting.”
The young man in gorgeous clothes was slightly stunned by Murong Yunqing's words. He seemed to have never expected that this peerless beauty who seemed to be out of this world would speak like this.
However, it only took a moment for the young man in fine clothes to stop thinking about those things. He had played with beautiful women too much, and a charming woman with such personality really appealed to his taste.
As the other party said, the so-called arena is really meaningless!
In Xiqi, he really didn't take the so-called Jianghu people into his mind.
.500,000 demon-suppressing troops dominate one area. As long as the prince of Xiqi is still there, the entire world will be trampled under their feet.
Even if the demon tribe can be suppressed, how can it cause trouble in this world?
The young man in fine clothes was not angry because of Murong Yunqing's disrespectful act. On the contrary, the greed and possessiveness in his eyes became more intense. He was not ready to waste it anymore and reached out to lift Murong Yunqing's chin.
But at this moment, Murong Yunqing's eyes flickered with cold light, and the tea cup in his hand shook slightly, and all the tea in the cup was poured onto the face of the young man in rich clothes.
Murong Yunqing's action was beyond everyone's expectations. Although the four guards had been wary of Murong Yunqing, Murong Yunqing's movements were too fast. By the time they reacted, tea had already been poured on them.
On the face of the young gentleman.
This pot of tea was new and the temperature was still very high. Murong Yunqing's deliberate splashing of it did not cause severe burns, but the pain caused by the boiling hot tea spilling into the eyes was not something that ordinary people could bear.
I heard a scream from the young man in fine clothes, and he fell heavily backwards along with the chair under him.
The four guards saw their young master being attacked. One of them quickly supported the handsome young master, while the other guarded the side vigilantly to guard against the evil intentions of the people around him. The other two guards instantly pulled out the long swords from their waists.
He wanted to attack Murong Yunqing with his sword.
It's a pity that they were faster, but Murong Yunqing was even faster. Just when she was splashing the tea in her hand on the young man in the Chinese uniform, she had already drawn out the Purple Lotus Mysterious Light Sword with her other hand.
In an instant, a purple sword light shone, covering one of the guards. Murong Yunqing did not make a move, but when she did, she used the fastest sword she had mastered, the fifth of the nine Xuanjian moves: Star Chasing Move.
The purple sword light, in an instant, is like a shooting star chasing the moon, traveling thousands of miles in an instant.
After Murong Yunqing experienced the elite sword discussion meeting, Xu San and Fu Yingxuan's blow made her understand a truth: a killing sword does not need complicated changes. The fastest between two points is a straight line.
The Star Chasing Style originally pursues speed. Inspired by this idea, Murong Yunqing's Star Chasing Style almost abandons all changes. The sword follows the heart, and the sword follows the heart.
The guard who was about to step forward and capture Murong Yunqing held the handle of the knife with his hand. He only had time to pull out the blade three inches before he looked at his chest in disbelief.
Murong Yunqing ignored the guard's shock. In an instant, he pulled out the Purple Lotus Mysterious Light Sword that had penetrated the opponent's chest, and in the midst of lightning and flint, he fought head-on with another guard.
The swords crossed each other, and a majestic force came from the opponent's long sword. Murong Yunqing felt his chest sink, and a sweet taste came from the tip of his tongue.
Murong Yunqing endured his internal injuries, and used the force of the blow's repercussions to open a window on one side. He used his internal energy to turn into a stream of light that flew out of the sky and escaped from the guard's sword area.
The guard fought hard with Murong Yunqing. Although he suppressed Murong Yunqing with his strong internal strength, the counter-shock force of the intersection of the swords also made him take three steps back.
It was precisely these three steps that made him watch Murong Yunqing break out of the window, unable to keep her here.
Thinking of his dereliction of duty today, the guard couldn't help but shudder, and quickly chased out of the window in the direction where Murong Yunqing escaped. He knew very well that if Murong Yunqing could not be captured, then his life would probably be the same.
It's over.
It was so late and so fast, from Murong Yunqing's splashing of tea, to the confrontation with the two guards, to the final pursuit, it actually ended in the blink of an eye.
In the blink of an eye, a guard at the pinnacle of the eighth heaven died just like that.
Murong Yunqing also disappeared without a trace.
Everyone in the tea shop opened their eyes wide, especially Mo Chen, Mo Yi, and Mo Yunyu. They all stood there blankly. Until now, if it weren't for the sound of the young man in gorgeous clothes still echoing in the tea shop,
Young Master's screams made them all unable to believe what had happened before.