Su Baiyi in the carriage heard the movement outside and glanced at the man in Qingyi in front of him: "Why do people from the academy come here..."
There was a bit of uneasiness in the eyes of the man in green clothes. He grabbed Su Baiyi's hand and tried to hold back two words from his throat: "Take...me..."
"I'll take you away, I'll take you away, of course. Now I not only promised the master, but also promised the girl. The master said, you don't have to listen to his words, but you can never lie to the girl, especially the pretty one.
Girl." Su Baiyi stepped forward and carried Qingyi Lang on his back, and said to him, "I'll take advantage of the chaos and rush out from behind in a moment, so hold on tight."
"Okay." Qingyi Lang breathed heavily.
Outside the carriage, the guard who had fallen to the ground got up and took off his raincoat. The remaining three guards also jumped off their horses, and the four of them stepped forward to surround Mr. Feng Zuo.
"Four of us are coming together, that's good." Feng Zuojun was surrounded by four people, but he didn't panic at all, and was even a little...excited!
"Don't overdo it," the woman in the carriage warned.
"Don't worry, senior sister. The members of the four families are all trash. Just look at that guy Xie Yuling. He is vulnerable." Feng Zuojun swung his bamboo sword in his hand and killed one of the guards.
Su Baiyi, who was in the carriage, heard the sound of fighting outside and said with a smile: "This is the moment." He kicked the wooden board behind the carriage away and rushed into the rain curtain with the man in Qingyi on his back.
After taking only two steps, he stopped.
"I have long noticed that there is still an aura in the carriage." A gentle voice sounded. Su Baiyi raised his head and saw a woman standing in front of them holding an oil-paper umbrella. The oil-paper umbrella hung slightly to cover it.
The woman's face.
"Senior sister." Feng Zuojun shouted.
"You do what you want, leave this to me." The woman said calmly. She raised her umbrella slightly and was about to speak, but the white dress had already passed by her.
"Hold on to me, this person's aura is very strong, I will definitely not be able to defeat him!" Su Baiyi said to the man in Qingyi behind him.
"My little brother's movements are very fast, but he still lacks some meaning." Before Su Baiyi could finish his words, the woman appeared in front of him again.
"Damn it, then go faster!" Su Baiyi shouted, stepped to the left, and passed by the woman again.
"This movement is..." The woman's oil-paper umbrella was slightly raised, revealing a pair of eyes as clear as water, "Walking horse?"
"I moved the eight-level horse, but I don't believe she can still catch up!" Su Baiyi said proudly.
The man in Qingyi who had been leaning on Su Baiyi's back also took a breath, but then his eyes widened and he shouted in shock: "You! You! Who are you?"
"My name is Su Baiyi, and your name is Qing Yilang. Do you think we are very destined?" Su Baiyi said with a smile as he ran.
Qingyi Lang's "Who are you" naturally didn't mean to ask Su Baiyi's name. He shouted in horror: "You are sucking my power!" He tried hard to take back the hand originally placed on Su Baiyi's shoulder.
But his hands seemed to be sucked by Su Baiyi's body, unable to move at all, and he could only let his inner strength flow into Su Baiyi's body.
"Yes, I am absorbing your power, but I am also saving you. Haven't you noticed that just now you struggled to say two words, but now you can scold me without taking a breath?" Su Baiyi said helplessly.
.
"But...but this is me." Qingyi Lang suddenly shed tears, "My only chance."
"You still have many opportunities. The opportunities you think about are all to become famous, to become the glory of the four major families, and to inherit the position of the head of the family in the future. But if you are not the head of the family and just have a wonderful life, then
Your opportunity is ahead." Su Baiyi stopped and looked at the woman standing under the eaves.
The woman's dim pupils finally brightened up. She looked at the two people in front of her, surprised and surprised, and was speechless for a moment.
"I promise you, I will bring him back." Su Baiyi proudly put the man in Qingyi down from his back.
The man in green clothes finally felt that the power sucking him disappeared, but there was no internal strength left in his body. He stood on the ground, staggered a few times but almost fell down. The woman in plain clothes hurriedly stepped forward to support him: "You
What's wrong?"
The man in green managed to stand up with the support of the woman in plain clothes. He looked at Su Baiyi and said, "Only those who have also practiced this martial art can absorb my inner strength. Otherwise, you would have gone berserk and died. Alan,
who is he!"
Before the woman could speak, Su Baiyi spoke first: "I am here under the orders of my master, whose surname is Xie. The one who is the same as you - Xie!"
The man in green clothes was stunned at first, then laughed and said: "How can anyone from our Xie family come to help me now? These losers must all avoid me, just like they did to Uncle Qi back then."
"Yes. Don't you have a seventh uncle?" Su Baiyi turned his head and looked at the end of the long street. The woman just now was not weak and could arrive at any time.
"Everyone in the world knows that my seventh uncle is dead! What on earth do you mean!" Qingyi Lang shouted angrily, took a few steps forward, and reached out to grab Su Baiyi's shoulder. Su Baiyi turned around and stretched out a finger, touching Qingyi Lang's shoulder.
He flicked his forehead lightly, and then lowered his voice, as if he was deliberately imitating the tone of another person: "I have warned you since you were a child, you can feel the joy of spring with a strange book, and you can read the long sword without borrowing it, Xie Xing, why are you so anxious!
"
"You..." The man in Qingyi took a few steps back due to the flick of the finger. His eyes widened and his expression changed drastically, but he could only barely say this word and then fell back. The man who was called
Alan's woman stepped forward and carried the man in green on her back.
"I'll stay here for now. You can quickly get out of the city through the secret passage in the house." Su Baiyi spoke quickly, as if he didn't want to say any more.
"Thank you, sir!" Alan understood. She carried the man in green on her back and walked into the house. But after taking a few steps, she suddenly stopped. Then she took out a scroll wrapped in brown paper from her arms and threw it back.
Su Baiyi stretched out his hand to take it and muttered: "He may be very angry when he finds out and even kill you."
"It doesn't matter." Alan smiled bitterly and walked into the house with the man in green on his back.
"It's a sad farewell." Suddenly a soft sigh sounded on the roof.
Su Baiyi hurriedly put the scroll into his arms: "They and I have never known each other. This parting is so natural. How can we call it sad?"
"Who said anything about you? I mean the ambitious man in green. When he leaves, he bids farewell to his ambition to revive the Xie family, and bids farewell to the world he wants to dominate. Do you think he is sad or not?
"The voice on the roof sounded a bit regretful.
The rain or sweat dripped down drop by drop on Su Baiyi's forehead: "Miss, when did you arrive?"
"Of course I'm here with you." The girl held an oil-paper umbrella and stood on the eaves, as if she had no intention of coming down.
"I thought I was fast enough and could have thrown you away a long time ago." Su Baiyi swallowed, "Girl, your martial arts skills are so high, why didn't you come down and stop us?"
"Similar to you, I was asked by a friend named Xie to come here to rescue Lang Qingyi. Since you have already been rescued, I naturally have no reason to take action." The girl's voice was somewhat gentle.
Su Baiyi took a slight breath, but he didn't dare to believe what the woman said. He tentatively asked: "Girl, let's say goodbye right here?"
"Before you leave, I have one more thing to confirm." The woman took a step forward.
"What's the matter?" Su Baiyi pressed the sword tightly on his waist, his hands trembling slightly.
"This matter does not require your answer." The woman raised her oil-paper umbrella and jumped down from the eaves.
"Draw the sword!" Su Baiyi shouted angrily, making a gesture to draw the long sword from his waist.
Only one formula!
Only one chance!
Right now!
Su Baiyi raised his head, but only saw a purple dress fluttering in the wind.
A soft hand suddenly pressed Su Baiyi's hand, and then the hand gently pulled back, and there was a brush sound——
Time seemed to stand still for an instant.
When Su Baiyi came back to his senses, the woman was already standing in the heavy rain with her back to him, holding an umbrella. And there was a sword on the woman's left hand.
Su Baiyi reached out and touched the rainwater on his face, and finally murmured to himself: "It's miserable, it's miserable, it's miserable, you won't die here."
The woman raised the long sword in her hand and shook it gently, shaking off the rainwater on the sword in an instant, so the two characters on the sword finally became particularly clear.
"Jun Yu." The woman murmured softly.
Su Baiyi looked at the empty scabbard and was about to cry. Even if he could go back alive, he would probably be beaten to death if the sword given by his master was lost.
"We will meet again." The woman threw the long sword in her hand into the air. The long sword spun around in the air and finally fell back into the scabbard in Su Baiyi's hand. Then the woman walked forward holding an umbrella.
go.
"Miss...are you acquainted with my master?" Su Baiyi summoned up the courage to ask.
"My surname is Nangong." The woman didn't look back, but just replied with something unclear.
Su Baiyi stood in the rain for a long time, and finally came to a conclusion and cursed angrily: "It must be another romantic debt!" He turned around to get the book box, but saw another figure flashing past the corner.